Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter world, or characters etc…

Warning: H/G at beginning, though I wouldn’t really call it anything myself. There are quite a few lewd references, but it’s not really enough to make this story R. If you’re offended by it, I guess you shouldn’t read it. *shrugs*

A/N: Well, when I first started writing fanfiction, I had three fics that I was writing: Twisted, Where Two Paths Meets, and this one here. While all three are very different, they are all equally special to me. It therefore seems only fitting for me to re-write this one too, lol. I hope you enjoy it, and for those of you who have already read it, you are welcome to re-read it, as there will be some rather significant changes!

The Nightmare begins…

Ginny opened her eyes slowly, frowning to herself at the strange noises around her. It was not possible but she thought she could hear male voices drifting through her dorm.

“You idiot. What do you think you are doing?” An amused but clearly male voice said, sounding horribly close to Ginny. She closed her eyes trying to attempt to make the voices all disappear, but the deep voices continued to echo in her ears.

“I’m trying to see if my butt looks big in this if you really must know,” another male said tiredly. “Millicent said my butt looked fat”.

The male laughed. “Crabbe your butt always looks fat; you are fat.”

Ginny breathed deeply. It was all just a horrible dream. It was not possible that Vincent Crabbe was in her dorm trying to determine whether his bum looked big or not; it was not possible that boys were even in her dorm. Ginny pinched herself and bit her lip as pain seared through her arm. Okay, it wasn’t a dream, but clearly something wasn’t right.

“Oi, Draco!” The male called out, while still trying to stop laughing. “Get your girly looking butt out of that bed and get dressed.”

Ginny sat up with a jolt. “Draco?” she repeated confusedly. Why was this boy calling her Draco? Did they get hit with a confoundus curses or something? Though they were Slytherins, so it was plausible they would be insane.

The curtains were pulled back and a handsome, tan face appeared before her vision, which she recognised as Blaise Zabini’s, his amber coloured eyes watching her with concern. “Are you feeling okay, Draco? You look a little pale.”

Crabbe snorted while trying to disentangle his head from his robes- a difficult task it seemed.

“Well, paler then usual,” Blaise amended with an amused glint in his amber eyes.

Ginny just stared at him blankly, deciding Blaise Zabini was definitely insane. Only someone with mental problems would think she was Draco Malfoy; it was just ridiculous, unless he was just trying to pull a prank?

She gazed past Blaise’s smiling face to stare about the dorm. It seemed…different- more darker- and why were there green curtains around her bed? Was this their idea of a joke? Trying to make her think she was insane by calling her Draco and changing her dorm to resemble something from a Slytherin horror movie?

“Draco, are you just going to sit there gaping like a troll, or are you going to get dressed?” Blaise asked, chuckling slightly as he stood up to look in the mirror, his hands giving his wavy black hair an even more tousled look.

Ginny stood up out of the bed, feeling just a little odd. It was almost as if she was taller and broader, and she was beginning to feel even more worried. Blaise still seemed to think she was Draco, and with a slightly anxious feeling inside her, Ginny walked over to the mirror and stared at her reflection. She gaped in horror as the surprised but handsome face of Draco Malfoy stared back at her. His cold grey eyes widened in shock and his thin lips, for once free from his trademark sneer were open in panic.

“This is not happening!” She practically shouted hysterically, not wanting to accept what was happening to her.

“Uhh, you alright mate?” Blaise asked, looking genuinely worried at his friend’s odd behaviour. He seemed to have no idea that Ginny was the one he was talking to.

“I’m fine…” Ginny answered weakly before fainting.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Draco smiled and rolled over in his bed. It was going to be a wonderful day, he could just tell. Sitting up he pushed the covers off him and stepped onto the floor. For some reason he felt a lot shorter then normal, but figured it was just because he had woken up; it had been a rough night.

“Hmm, what to wear” he mumbled absently to himself as he moved towards where his drawers normally were. He paused suddenly as his brain finally registered one fact: he wasn’t in his dorm; in fact, this room was so different from his dorm with its red curtains and unmistakable girly atmosphere, that he couldn’t help but wonder how he hadn’t noticed before.

“What the…?” Draco said clearly puzzled. He became even more shocked when a soft, musical voice issued from his mouth that was nowhere near the deep masculine voice he was used to hearing coming from his lips. “What’s going on?” Draco said a bit more loudly, feeling a rather panicky feeling growing inside him.

A girl sat up from one of the beds, rubbing her eyes tiredly, a clearly disgruntled expression on her rather pretty face. “What are you doing, Ginny? I’m trying to sleep here.”

Draco stared at her perplexed. Why the hell had she called him Ginny? Wasn’t that the horrible she-weasel’s name?

“My name is not ‘Ginny’,” he retorted defensively, again in that same girlish voice. It was actually beginning to frighten him a bit.

“Fine! Ginevra, would you please shutup!” The girl snapped and flopped back against the bed, pulling her blanket up over body again.

Draco stared at the girl thinking she was clearly mad. Only an idiot would think he was a girl, and a weasel at that… His stomach grumbled in protest at the lack food, and out of instinct Draco looked down, only to find certain things distracting his vision- certain things that no male was supposed to have…

“I have boobs!” Draco exclaimed in astonishment, clearly horrified by the prospect that the two things he was used to ogling on pretty girls was now attached to his body.

He ran to the mirror and stared at his reflection, his face falling ludicrously at what he was seeing. A girl with the most amazing brown eyes was staring at him with a mixture of horror and surprise on her face. Her brown, almost chestnut coloured eyes were veiled with lustrous, long lashes, which were amazingly dark despite her flaming-red hair. She had finely arched eyebrows set above her glorious eyes, and a cute little nose to complete the pretty, upper-profile. His gaze travelled down to see her soft lips open in shock, and noticed that her pale cheeks were lightly dusted with freckles. One would almost call her freckles cute, though he would never admit it to anyone, especially when he realised whose reflection was staring at him. It just could not be true, yet there was no other explanation for it. He was in the body of none other then that damned she-weasel.

“Ahhh, this is a nightmare!” Draco yelled dramatically.

The same girl who had fussed at him before opened her eyes with a snap to once more sit up and glare at him intensely through her striking blue eyes.

“I thought I told you to shut it!” She said angrily. “Geez, just because you go out with friggen Harry Potter doesn’t make you the Queen of the World. Some of us are actually trying to sleep here.”

Draco’s mouth fell open. “She goes out with Potter?” he said without thinking. “Ugh talk about bad taste.”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ginny opened her eyes to see Blaise Zabini’s face looking over her, a worried expression on his face. To her left was Vincent Crabbe, looking trollish and idiotic as normal, and on her right was Gregory Goyle, wearing an expression much similar to Crabbe’s.

“Phew, Draco, you gave us quite a fright. You alright?” Blaise asked, helping Ginny to her feet.

“Umm, I’m fine…” Ginny said cautiously, watching the three boys staring at her. It was obvious she was somehow in Malfoy’s body and in his dorm with his friends. The problem was she really had no idea how Draco Malfoy acted around his friends. She hated to think of how they would react to finding out she wasn’t really Draco, but then acting like him would be just as difficult. There was also the question of where the real Draco Malfoy was…

“Well, you’d better get dressed; we’re already late for breakfast and you know how Pansy hates to be kept waiting.” Blaise said, smirking as he said Pansy’s name.

“Uh, right.” Ginny said stupidly. She realised she wasn’t being a very believable Malfoy, but she was just so confused.

“Draco?” Goyle said in his trollish accents, giving her his own concerned expression, and Ginny thought she could see one thick eyebrow rising questioningly.

“Oh right,” Ginny said blushing and walking over to Draco’s drawers. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do, but what choice did she have? Ginny opened his drawers and pulled out the Hogwarts uniform, throwing it on the bed. She then proceeded to pull of the silky pyjamas she was wearing and tried desperately not to blush as she noticed her now very exposed body, which wasn’t her body at all.

Malfoy definitely has been holding out on us. Who knew he would have such a hot body…

Oh crap, did I just think that?

Ginny mentally scolded herself for thinking such treacherous thoughts and quickly got dressed. She looked in the mirror and again saw the familiar face of Draco Malfoy looking back at her. She hurriedly brushed her blond hair and walked over to the group of Slytherin boys, inwardly cringing at when she would have to face Draco after seeing him practically naked.

“Ready,” she said sighing.

“Good.” Blaise said cheerfully. He paused slightly, frowning as he stared at Ginny’s hair. “Uh, you’re not going to fix your hair?”

“What?” Ginny said confused, not really sure why he was asking her such a thing. It looked fine to her….

“Never mind.” Blaise said, putting an arm around his friend. “C’mon, I'm starving.”

Blaise led Ginny out of the Slytherin boys’ dormitory and into the common room. It was rather different to what she expected. There was an open fire but it didn’t give the same warmth the Gryffindor’s did. The décor was all in green and silver of course, and there were a lot of black leather armchairs dotted around.

Blaise pulled her through the portrait hole and led her off to the Great Hall, chatting all the way. It seemed Draco’s friend, Blaise certainly knew how to talk, and Ginny was finding it hard to keep up without even knowing half the things he was talking about, or the people for that matter. All Ginny had been saying was “mmm” or “really?” most of the time, but he hadn’t seemed to mind. Maybe Draco was always quiet?

Blaise suddenly stopped and looked at her, an unreadable expression on his face. “Are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been acting so…odd.”

“I’m just tired,” Ginny said quickly, realising that Blaise was obviously suspecting something was up. These Slytherins were too sharp for their own good.

Blaise stared at her for a moment before shrugging and walking into the Great Hall. Ginny followed, finding herself walking automatically towards her usual seat at the Gryffindor table when Blaise’s amused voice said by her ear, “Ready to taunt the Gryffindors already, Draco? You know they aren’t worth it.”

Ginny suddenly realised her mistake but it was too late. She looked at Crabbe and Goyle who were looking at her expectantly, clearly thinking she was about to give them a laugh at the Gryffindors’ expense, but Blaise looked as if he was trying hard not to roll his eyes. Ginny found her gaze meeting Ron’s, surprised slightly by the pure hatred reflecting back at her. Really she had to wonder how Draco even managed to say his insults being confronted with such intense rage in her brother’s blue eyes.

“Not now,” Ginny said quickly, hoping they would accept her excuse. “McGonagall is watching.”

Blaise nodded and pulled Ginny away from the Gryffindors’ table towards their own and sat down. Ginny only had the chance to sit and grab her plate before a girl with short black hair and harsh blue eyes sat down beside her, clutching her arm possessively.

“Good morning Draco,” the girl said, smiling seductively as she ran her hand up Ginny’s thigh.

Ginny stared at the girl, whom she recognised as Pansy Parkinson. She would have been pretty if it wasn’t for her pug like nose and the expression of superiority that frequently occupied her face; however, right now she was looking at Ginny with such a ridiculous, soppy expression on her face that Ginny found it hard not to laugh.

“Do you mind?” Ginny muttered, feeling a little uncomfortable at Pansy’s close proximity.

“Mind what, Draco?” Pansy purred, sliding her hand up further until Ginny began to feel a strange heat growing in her pants.

Ginny leaned away abruptly and looked at Pansy in horror. “What the hell are you doing, you pug-faced cow?”

The Slytherins guffawed at her statement, but Pansy flushed with outrage, making Ginny wonder if she had said the wrong thing. She hadn’t really thought about what Draco would say in that moment, being too disturbed by the feeling she had gotten by Pansy’s hand.

 “Is that anyway to treat your girlfriend?” Pansy asked viciously, her eyes no longer shining with soppy admiration but outright rage.

“Girlfriend?” Ginny said incredulously. She had always thought Draco was single…

Pansy glared at him furiously, her teeth practically grinding loud enough for Ginny to hear. “Yes, girlfriend you idiot, or did you forget?”

Ginny could only stare at her confused. Out of all the girls in Slytherin he decided to choose the one who was as vindictive as she was pug-faced? Well, she had always thought Draco Malfoy had bad taste but this was proof of it. Maybe it was just for the benefits, for Ginny had not forgotten Pansy’s wandering hands.

“Sorry,” Ginny said not very apologetically.

Blaise stared at Ginny, his amber eyes shining with amusement as he desperately tried not to laugh. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking, and why he found this so funny. Admittedly Pansy looking so offended was rather amusing, but then if he were Draco’s friend, shouldn’t he be at least somewhat surprised?

Pansy glared at Blaise for a moment before turning her dark eyes back to Ginny, narrowing them into cold, blue slits. “I hope you remember our date tonight by the fountain?”

“Yeah, of course I remember” Ginny answered unconvincingly, not having any idea what Pansy was talking about, and not being a good enough actress to fake it.

Pansy narrowed her dark blue eyes even more until she looked positively malicious. “You’d better Draco.” She said threateningly.

Ginny swallowed, tugging at her tie uncomfortably. Being Draco Malfoy was going to be a lot more difficult than she thought…

OOOOOOOOOOOO

Draco walked out of the Gryffindor common room and began walking to the Great Hall for breakfast, feeling rather disgruntled by all that had happened. He was not enjoying his time in the she-weasel’s body. He had found it damn annoying trying to put on a bra, not to mention ever since he had attempted to put on said bra, he was feeling very conflicted over his view on her. On the one hand she was nothing but a disgusting, annoying she-weasel, on the other, she had a very nice body that he had just been able to stare at to his heart’s delight. Female body or not, he still had the mind of a hormonally charged sixteen-year-old boy.

He glared at a few students out of habit as he walked down the corridor, but froze when he felt a pair of strong arms snake around his waist, the unmistakable feeling of lips pressing against his neck in a kiss.

“What the hell!” Draco yelped, before spinning around to see Harry Potter smiling at him. A sickening feeling filled his stomach as he realised he had just been kissed by Harry Potter on the neck; he could only be grateful that it was not on the lips…

“I missed you this morning. Why didn’t you wait?” Harry asked casually.

Draco glared at Harry, quickly darting out of his arms before he was sent into uncontrollable shuddering. “What are you doing?” Draco hissed angrily.

“What’s the matter, Ginny?” Harry said, his emerald-green eyes looking clearly confused.

“You can’t snog me in the middle of the corridor!” Draco improvised, not wanting to say the real reason when he was still trapped in the she-weasel’s body. Besides, he was still trying not to be sick at the feeling of Harry kissing his neck.

Harry laughed suddenly, plainly amused by Draco’s words. “Since when did you become so self-conscious Ginny? No one is going to see…”

Draco rolled his eyes, disgusted by Harry’s lack of decorum. “Keep your pants on Potter, or else I’ll miss my breakfast.”

Harry stared at Draco dumbfounded, an odd expression working onto his face. “You know, you sounded horribly like Malfoy just then. What’s up?”

Draco walked in silence, hoping that if he just ignored him Harry would disappear. He didn’t want to have to explain anything to Harry anymore, especially when he was being so horny and trying to snog him.

Harry put an arm around Draco’s waist (who shuddered) and walked with him down the corridor. Harry was just lucky he could not see Draco’s expression, for it was particularly murderous right now, though in the body of Ginny Weasley, Draco found himself unable to do anything to stop Harry’s advances.

They entered the Great hall together, and Harry took Draco’s hand (who shuddered even more) and led him to the Gryffindor table. Draco’s eyes scanned the Great Hall, narrowing as he saw Pansy talking to the Draco impostor, who he figured was probably Ginny.

He watched the fake-Draco’s lean back in horror as Pansy smiled. Draco sniggered, knowing exactly what Pansy would be doing. Clearly Ginny wasn’t enjoying the attentions of Pansy. Not that he had it any better with Harry trying to touch him all the time. He had to talk to Ginny soon and figure out how to get his body back; he wasn’t sure how long he could last like this.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Draco was walking down the corridors later that day when he saw familiar, pale blond hair walking around a corner. He quickly followed, groaning as he saw his body start walking towards the girls’ bathroom. The she-weasel was obviously too stupid to realise that as a guy she could not just go waltzing into the girls’ bathroom. He grimaced at what other stupid things she had done to ruin his reputation.

“Weaslette!” Draco yelled, grabbing Ginny’s arm roughly to stop her from entering the toilets. “What are you doing going to the Girls’ bathroom?”

Ginny turned to face Draco and yelped in fright. He understood the feeling she felt, but right now he didn’t have patience for her to get her wits together and realise that she was staring at herself.

“My body!” She exclaimed stupidly. Draco reassessed his view as he rolled his eyes. She was obviously more stupid than he had thought.

“Give me my body back, Weaslette.”

“How? I don't know how we got this way in the first place.” Ginny asked in a confused voice. Draco felt his temper quickly slipping away from him. He was so tired of being in her body, and now the one person who he was sure could help him had just admitted she had no idea.

“I don’t care!” Draco shouted angrily. “I’ve had enough surprises in your body thank you, and if Potter kisses me once more I swear I’m going to be sick, or kill him,” Draco added with grim expression.

Ginny laughed in obvious amusement. “You let Harry kiss you?”

“He kept sneaking up on me,” Draco retorted heatedly. “Now you give my body back!”

Ginny sighed, sobering just as quickly as she had laughed. “I’m just as anxious to get my body back as you are but I don’t know how.”

Draco glared at her, feeling irrationally angrier with her than he should, considering she was just as much a victim here as he was. “Well then we will just have to find a way. Clearly it isn’t polyjuice potion because it’s been longer then an hour.”

Ginny nodded in agreement. “So, what do you think it is that has happened to us then?”

“I dunno,” Draco admitted with a shrug. He had no idea how they could have possibly ended up this way, but what he did know was that he was not going to have his reputation ruined because Ginny Weasley was an idiot.

“Listen Weasley,” he said seriously. “It seems like we are going to be stuck this way for a while so I think we have to start taking this a bit more seriously. You need to start acting more like me, and not go into girls’ bathrooms.”

“Likewise Malfoy.” 

“Then let’s go somewhere and discuss what we are going to do. We can’t stand in the middle of the corridor like this,” Draco said annoyed as he started heading off down the corridor.

Ginny sighed and followed him, muttering loud enough for Draco to hear, “This is such a nightmare.”

For once Draco found himself agreeing with her.