'Give me your glasses, Potter,' he said, and Harry, obviously shaken, did so.
Harry, feeling ill, looked down at his new body. In real life he wasn?t any shorter than Draco, so his robes fit all right, but he felt naked without his glasses. He looked up and saw his own face staring back, chalk-white with surprise, but with a bit of a grin on it.
'Wha — whats funny?' he said, wincing to hear Dracos voice coming out of his mouth.
'I was just thinking that I really am astonishingly handsome,' said Draco in Harrys voice. 'I could kiss myself. I mean, seriously, in this particular situation, I could kiss myself.'
'You?re a stupid prat, Malfoy,' said Harry dispassionately, and walked away. He went over to Ron and Hermione, who were busy laughing, although they stopped abruptly when Harry walked up, and gaped at him.
'Its me,' said Harry.
'Oh, Harry!' said Hermione, screwing up her — Rons — face, 'how awful for you!'
Ron shook his head. 'I dunno if I can talk to you while you look like that.
Its….creepy.'
'Well, you look pretty stupid yourselves,' said Harry irritably.
'Now you even sound like Malfoy,' said Ron, and Harry, even more irritated, went back and sat down by Draco, who had his arms crossed over his chest and was staring into space. As soon as Harry sat down, Malfoy muttered, 'Enjoying being me, Potter?'
'No one can stand me like this,' said Harry. 'But I suppose you?re used to that, Malfoy.'
Draco turned his eyes on Harry, who squirmed. It was really difficult to look at Draco and see his own face screwed up with dislike, the green eyes he saw every morning in the mirror now regarding him with contempt. If Draco felt the same compunction, he didn?t show it. 'Do you remember what I told you that time on the train, Potter?' he asked.
'Which time,' said Harry in a bored tone, 'the time where you threatened to hold me down and force-feed me slugs or the time you called me a four-eyed toad?'
Draco snorted with mirth. 'The time I told you I could help you out,' he said.
'Any time you want to throw over that overgrown git and that puffy-haired Mudblood you hang around with, I can show you how to get your hands on some real power.'
'Let me think about that,' said Harry, slowly. 'Right, I?ve thought about it. No.'
Dracos now-green eyes sparkled with malice behind Harrys glasses. 'Are you sure?'
'Quite sure,' Harry snapped his anger building. 'You can take me off the evil mailing list, Malfoy, I am not interested.'
Harry rather expected Malfoy to make a rude response to this, but instead Malfoy was staring at him with an odd expression. 'What is it,' said Harry, glancing down, 'am I changing back?'
'Thats just it,' said Malfoy. 'You?re not. Everyone else has. Look.'
Harry glanced around and saw that this was true. Everyone had resumed their seats, back in their own bodies. Snape had gone back to lecturing about the uses of Polyjuice Potion, apparently confident that all his students were back to their rightful selves. Harry looked wildly down at himself, then back at Draco.
'How — how longs it been?'
'Forty-five minutes,' said Draco, consulting his Rolex. 'We ought to have changed back by now.'
'Well, whats going on?'
Malfoy shook his head, an odd little smile on his face. 'I wish I knew,' he said.
Harrys heart began to pound wildly. 'Did you do something to the Potion?' he hissed. 'Malfoy-' 'Of course not, Potter,' said Malfoy with contempt, 'd?you really think I want-' But Harry wasn?t listening. He grabbed hold of Dracos robe and yanked him forward. 'Turn me back!' he hissed violently. 'Do it now, or I?ll break your face!'
Malfoy, who wasn?t used to Muggle expressions like 'break your face', looked at Harry blankly. Then he started to laugh. This was too much for Harry, who swung at Draco and landed a solid punch on his jaw, which knocked him to the floor. His quill, cauldron, and books rained down around him. Harry jumped down out of his seat, grabbed Draco by the front of his robes, and the two of them rolled over and over, hitting at each other with relish.
The rest of the class swung around to look at them, and Snape began running towards them, shouting at them to desist. Harry let go of Draco, suddenly shocked, but Draco, apparently thinking Harry was about to hit him again, lunged upward and landed a perfect uppercut to Harrys chin. Harry, who had been looking over at Snape, was unprepared for this assault. He flew backward and slammed into the wall, knocking his head hard against the ancient stone.
Everything went black.
Draco stood up and leaned against his desk, gasping for breath. Harry had knocked the wind out of him. Fighting the ringing noise in his ears, he looked around. There was Harry — still looking like Draco — lying sprawled on the stone floor, blood pooling under his head. Draco looked away, suddenly afraid he was about to get in some real trouble, and saw Snape, struggling to restrain a frantic Ron and Hermione, who were fighting to get to him. As he watched, Hermione broke free and ran to him, seizing him by the sleeve of his robes. 'Harry,' she sobbed. 'Are you all right?'
Draco just stared at her blankly. She thought he was Harry. He looked up, saw the stunned faces of the Gryffindors watching him, the scowls on the faces of the Slytherins. They all thought he was Harry.
Snape strode forward and peeled Hermione off him, shoving her aside. Draco could hear the buzzing as the other students yelled at Snape — the Slytherins were silent, but the Gryffindors were all shouting that Draco had punched Harry first.
Snape came oozing up to Draco and peered into his face. 'Potter,' he said. 'Can you explain this to me?'
