Кассандра Клэр: Draco Dormiens

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Author's Notes:This fanfiction is an AU: Alternate Universe. It was written in the year following Goblet of Fire and does not incorporate material from OOTP, HBP or JK Rowling's fansite, all of which post-date it. It posits a universe in which Sirius is still alive, and so is Dumbledore; Fudge remains Minister of Magic, Luna Lovegood does not exist, Blaise Zabini is a girl, Ginny's full name is Virginia, and so on.

It was June, and it was boiling hot in the Potions dungeon, but Snape didn't care.

"Can anyone tell me what this is?" he asked his miserable class, all of whom were stifling in their robes, and he lifted a beaker of glutinous brown liquid high into the air so they could all get a gander at it.

Hermioneś hand shot into the air, as usual.

"Polyjuice Potion," she said promptly, and gave a little shudder. She was probably recalling how it tasted, thought Harry with an inward grin, remembering the afternoon three years ago when he, Ron and Hermione had all drunk the shape-changing potion in an attempt to turn themselves into replicas of Slytherin students so they could sneak into the Slytherin common room.

Snape ignored her. "Anyone?" he said, scanning the class.

Draco Malfoy raised a pale, lazy hand into the air. "Polyjuice Potion," he drawled out of the corner of his mouth. Harry glared at him. Where the rest of the class looked sweaty and miserable, Draco looked as cool as if he´d just eaten a bag of Ice Mice.

"Very good, Draco!" said Snape enthusiastically. "Five points for Slytherin. Now," he went on, "Can anyone tell me what it does?" He rounded suddenly on Ron, who blinked. "Weasley?"

Ron, startled in mid-yawn, said, "It, er, changes you into somebody else."

Snape, looking disappointed, said, "Thatś correct." He did not give five points to Gryffindor, however, only picked up the vial and began dispensing measured amounts into small paper cups. " Now," he said, straightening up, "I´ll be splitting you into groups of two. You´ll each be drinking half a cup of Polyjuice Potion with a hair from each of your heads in it….no, you don´t have to swallow the hair, Miss Brown…..there's enough potion to turn you into your partner for half an hour exactly. No more, no less. That´ll give you an idea how the potionś supposed to work. Tomorrow, you´ll try making it yourself, then drinking it. I warn you, however," he said, directing this last bit to Neville, "that making a mistake with Polyjuice potion can have…unpleasant consequences. You might end up half yourself and half the other person, never able to return to your true appearance."

Neville squeaked.

"Right then," said Snape, "Miss Patil and Miss Brown, come up," and Lavender and Parvati came up to the desk, took a cup of Polyjuice potion, and sat down, giggling. Snape quickly paired off Crabbe and Goyle with each other, put poor Neville with bulldog-faced Pansy Parkinson (who cast a longing look at Draco as she went over to sit by Neville — if she couldn´t have Draco, she seemed to be thinking, at least she could be him for a while.) Ron was paired with Hermione, and Harry…

"Potter," said Snape, in an icy, amused voice, "and Malfoy, come up here."

Dracoś jaw dropped; so did Harryś. "No!" they said, in unison.

"I won´t be Malfoy," said Harry in a furious voice, but Snape was not impressed.

"Get up here, both of you," he said.

Malfoy was the first to get to his feet. Casting an icy glance at Harry, he stalked up to the front of the room, grabbed the potion, and stalked back to where Harry was sitting. Harry cast an anguished glance at Ron and Hermione, who gazed back in sympathy. Ron shook his head; Hermione mouthed something at Harry that he didn´t quite catch, but he knew Hermione well enough to know what she was saying, You´d better go along with it Harry, it´ll count towards your final marks!

All over the room, students were drinking down the potion — there were gasps and giggles from Lavender and Parvati, a yell from Neville, who, having transformed himself into the much larger Pansy Parkinson, suddenly found himself being choked by too-small robes, and helpless laughter from Ron and Hermione.

"Here," said Draco, thrusting the cup at Harry, who looked at him with loathing.

"Well, I haven´t poisoned it, Potter, drink it," he said.

"I´d rather drink poison than turn into you, Malfoy," said Harry between his teeth.

"And I´m not looking forward to being a speccy git for half an hour, but you don´t see me whinging on about it," said Draco. "Or are you afraid?"

Harry pushed his chair back violently, and grabbed the cup, into which Draco had already put one of his own silvery-blond hairs. He pulled out one of his own hairs, took a mouthful of potion, dropped his hair into the cup, and handed the cup back to Draco, who drained it.

At the same time, they swallowed.

Draco doubled up, gasping, as a horrible feeling, as if his skin were melting, washed over him. He threw out a hand to steady himself, and another wave of nausea broke over him as he saw his skin turning from pale to brown, his own fingernails (kept perfectly manicured by house-elves) turning into Harryś bitten ones. From somewhere above his head, he heard Harry say, "Urrrgh!" and he threw his head back, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes, and saw — A pale, pointed face looking back at him, his own silvery-grey eyes blinking behind Harryś round spectacles. As he gazed, his vision blurred, and he realized that Harry couldn´t see without his glasses — and now, neither could he.

"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 — whatś funny?" he said, wincing to hear Dracoś voice coming out of his mouth.

"I was just thinking that I really am astonishingly handsome," said Draco in Harryś 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.

"Itś me," said Harry.

"Oh, Harry!" said Hermione, screwing up her — Ronś — face, "how awful for you!"

Ron shook his head. "I dunno if I can talk to you while you look like that.

Itś….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?"