Switched. - a potter fiction

Dramione. Set in post deathly hallows... A backfire in the duel between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter causes them to switch places... so Draco gets to taste harry's life - what it is to be the boy who lived. he gets to live the life of a world famous, loved celebrity and then again... he gets to see Hermione Granger in a whole new light....


8. The Black Lake

The Agapornis chirped in a heated argument. Draco could feel a gentle drizzle on his (or Potter’s) face.

Granger was still looking at him. Studying him, Draco noted. Draco turned away.

What does she think she is, stating that she knew Him – Draco Malfoy - very well? : The slytherin spirit prodded him.

Draco turned around, he was about to speak his mind when he saw Granger.

She wasn’t looking at him. She was busy casting a protective charm over the Agapornis’ cage.

Her hair drifted with the gentle breeze that blew in company with the drizzle. While a few delicate locks clung to her temples- drenched. Her blue sweater glimmered with the droplets settled on them.

The answer occurred to him like an obvious fact that was always there. Ofcourse.

It wasn’t just Draco who had been observing Granger ever since the war, she had been looking at him too hadn’t she?

The Malfoy in him denied any such thoughts while the Potter continued to throttle him. But all Draco could think of was- ‘Granger had liked him. Draco Malfoy. The death eater. The traitor. The malevolent soul from which evil flowed. The good-for-nothing-bully.’ A smile stole onto his face.

For the first time since he had switched places with Potter, Draco felt like he wasn’t wearing a mask nor playing a role. He felt like himself. Much better than that.

Granger levitated the cage and turned to face Draco.

“I know it’s you Malfoy. I don’t know what happened and why you are here instead of Harry but I know it is you.” She said defiantly. She seemed to be convincing herself about it.

“How long have you known?” Draco asked in a lighter voice.

“ever since I looked into your eyes.” She said punctuating it by pointing to Potter’s green eyes.

Draco had a good mind to ask her when that would be. But, surprisingly, he knew the answer.

Granger did not know this until a minute ago. She took the news with great dignity. He liked that.

The rain seemed to fall a little harder now. Draco could feel his jet black hair cushion the fall.

Granger conjured an umbrella and summoned him. They had to leave.

Draco ducked under her umbrella. He had his wand and could have efficiently conjured an umbrella. But who cares really?

He didn’t and neither did Granger.


The rain beat down the entire place around Hogwarts as the castle lit up causing shadows to be cast on the drenched lawn. One could observe the silhouettes of two people cowering beneath an umbrella. A cage of lovebirds hovering above them. The birds had gone silent.


The only sound was that of the rain pattering steadily. The only movement was the couple making their way back to a delightful castle.  The silhouette duo moved silently toward the castle stopping by the Black Lake for more than a few moments. The scenery was enticing and it surely did enamor them.


 The shadows met and retreated in a few brief seconds. And then they retreated back to the castle. Together.





1. can i please know who is still reading??? it seems like no one is reading it. i think we should have a kind of role call. that would be reassuring :D but srsly tho, please leave a comment :D

2. i suck at romantic scenes. hence the above extract ^^ -_-


3. you don't think this movella needs a yellow rating do you?? i'd be devastated!!! i mean you can NEVER expect me to use starry language or describe even a kiss effectively.... so. yeah. do you think the movella needs a yellow rating??


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