Narcissism
By Faith Akiyama
Chapter I: So What if we Switch Physically
Rating: PG
Category: Romance/Humor
Spoilers: All 4 novels
Summary: Draco and Ginny are stuck in each other’s bodies due to a misused spell. Oh, so the fun begins :D.
Beta Read by: Jenni Lucky
Disclaimer: Lovely J.K. Rowling owns all the characters and the original HP plotlines, not me.
"Virga Alius!" Seamus Finnigan impatiently flicked his wand for about the fiftieth time, muttering the spell with an aggravated voice. He tried his hardest to constrain his tone, but still managed to attract the attention of Ginny Weasley, not to mention inducing frowns from Madame Pince behind the librarian’s desk as well.
"Seamus! What are you doing to the poor little critters?" Ginny questioned as she looked at the toad and the rat, which sat in separate cages set in front of Seamus. His various attempts at the spell appeared to use the tiny creatures as objects of experimentation.
Seamus grinned mischievously, "I’m trying out a new spell on them. See?" He put forth a thick piece of text and pointed at the page that it was turned to.
Reluctantly, Ginny browsed over the brown hand-written script on the yellowed paper, which read:
The Body-Switch Charm
To be used with extreme caution and care. Simply attract eye contact between the two beings you wish to exchange, and recite the following (With feeling) as you flick your wand towards them:
"Virga Alius"
"How outrageous! Why in the world would someone create a spell like that?" She hissed as she read up to that section. Seamus ignored her remark and continued his efforts, but with no success.
"Oh goodness, has something ‘outrageous’ ruined your beautiful day, Weasley?" A conniving voice spoke from across the desk.
Ginny twitched, for the sound was beyond recognizable. Her gaze shifted as she lifted her head slowly, revealing in front of her eyes a face she just did not want to see at any time of the day. "Malfoy." Her own voice was cold, "Don’t you have anything better to do than coming to mock me...say, snuggle up to Snape, perhaps?"
The pale boy threw her a glare, his pupils screaming bloody murder. To his surprise, Ginny stared back fearlessly, as if she was oblivious to the flash of rage he had exerted. Her eyes challenged his in this private duel, wanting him to break down first and lower the gaze she oh-so-detested. A corner of Draco’s mouth lifted, and his famous sneer came into view as their staring contest ensued.
They would both soon regret their stubbornness.
"Virga Alius!!!!" Seamus gave one final try in frustration. Accidentally, his wand made contact with the rim of the rat cage, changing the direction it had previously pointed towards. The tip turned ninety-degrees exactly and aimed directly at Ginny as yellow sparks formed there.
Seamus ducked in fear as the sparks traveled at lightning speed, hitting an oblivious Ginny in the temple. Her body immediately froze in place. The next second, two more rays of sparks shot out of her eyes, making contact with Draco’s. He jittered somewhat, almost in resistance, but any form of movement was halted as the sparks started to dim.
The two of them stood there, looking like statues.
"Ginny! Malfoy! Are you two alright?" Seamus sat up, somewhat bewildered by the incident he had just observed. He walked, somewhat jittery, next to Ginny and cautiously tapped her shoulder.
"What do you want, Gryffindor hayseed?" Ginny jumped and scowled at Seamus with much animosity. Her expression morphed into one in shock as soon as the words escaped her mouth. Her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when she turned and saw Draco Malfoy standing across the table, also aghast.
"My voice..." Ginny winced and pulled a strand of her hair within view. "Red...hair."
Seamus blinked in confusion.
"No, no, no, no...this simply cannot be happening." Draco felt his own gelled-back hair with trembling hands.
Just as Seamus gradually realized what had occurred. "Ginny" turned towards him and grabbed his collar viciously, muttering through clenched teeth. "You’d better have a counter-curse in hand for this...or trust me, you will NOT live to see dinner served. I-WILL-NOT-BE-STUCK-IN-ANY-WEASLEY’S-BLOODY-BODY!" She shook the dazed boy with every syllable of her last sentence.
"M---Ma---Malfoy?" Seamus stammered.
"At least you’ve still got some brains." "Ginny" hissed as she let go of his collar. By now, "Malfoy" was already skimming the pages of the spell book, searching desperately for a way to reverse the ordeal.
"Here," "He" signed in relief as the page with the charm came about, but turned pale once again after reading the words silently.
"What is it, Weasley?" "Ginny" said with an impatient tone.
"Draco" gulped and read aloud. "Due to the extreme nature of this curse, no counter-spell is available for immediate reversal, leaving the after effect visible for up to twenty-four hours." "He" looked up. "It seems...we could stay this way...until tomorrow."
The next second, the redhead was on top of Seamus, throwing merciless punches and beating him to a pulp. "Draco" attempted to pull what seems like herself off of the screaming Gryffindor, but noticed that physical strength did not seem to be transferred just yet.
"What is going on here! Stop it at once!" Madame Pince, alerted by the commotion, appeared next to the three of them and managed to pull away an enraged "Ginny’ from a now gasping, black-eyed Seamus.
"I am shocked at you, Miss Weasley, you know perfectly well that this library, let alone Hogwarts, does NOT tolerate that sort of behavior." The librarian scolded.
"But he—she wasn’t..." From the side, "Draco" started to interject but was silence by Madame Pince’s glare.
"No explanations right now. Just leave this library for today, all three of you, before I summon a professor for disciplinary action." She shrewdly pointed towards the large double-door exits.
"Ginny" grumbled something under her breath, but "Draco" put a palm over her mouth and puleed her towards the door, despite struggles. Seamus followed close behind, very much bruised and carrying his rat and toad cages with him.
(A/N: From now on, I’m going to use Ginny and Draco in respect to where their...conscience is at, not their outward appearance. Sorry for any confusion in the previous section! ^_^)
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"That Pince, just who does she think she is?" Draco, trapped in Ginny’s body, complained as soon as they exited the doors of the library and the palm over his mouth was loosened. He turned towards a silent Seamus with narrowed eyes. "If ANY word of this gets out..."
Seamus flinched, but responded with nervous, quick nods and walked away.
Ginny felt at her now pale complexion and sighed. "This has GOT to be one of the worst days ever since I stepped onto Hogwarts grounds. Right up there with Tom Riddle."
"YOUR worst day? YOUR WORST DAY!" Draco yelled with anguish, his feminine voice echoing throughout the empty corridor. "This is the most HUMILIATING incident that has EVER happened in the history of the Malfoy bloodline! Although I must admit..." He stepped back, admiring his own appearance. "I DO look swell today."
Ginny rolled her eyes at the comment.
"DON’T roll your eyes, Weasley, not while you’re in my body. A Malfoy never rolls his eyes. Understand?" He tugged uncomfortably at his skirt underneath the Hogwarts robes, obviously feeling strange with it as an article of clothing.
She almost wanted to punch all his arrogance out of that tiny mind, until she remembered that it would be her own body that would become injured. Instead, Ginny observed herself, imagining all the ugly freckles disappearing, and her dull hair lengthened into long, elegant tresses of auburn...
"I see I am not the only self-admiring person here" Her own voice distracted her train of thought.
"Oh, but you are, Malfoy. The only person who loves himself more than anyone or anything else is you." You ferret. Ginny tried her hardest to sound acrimonious, which wasn’t difficult, considering Draco Malfoy’s voice was naturally brusque.
To her surprise, Draco did not deny nor refute her statement, but further proved it with his next words. "Come with me to the public bathroom, Weasley. I must fix your---or rather, my own appearance so at least you can look nicely-groomed as me for the day. Just in case you do anything horribly embarrassing to degrade my family name."
"Which reminds me, Malfoy, what would we do if one of us actually HAD to goto the bath—"
Draco put up a hand, wanting to ignore her words. "D—don’t, Weasley, just, DON’T."
**
"Ludicrous! How can you possibly put so many different substances in your hair?" Ginny gaped at the numerous bottles of wizard styling gel and hair creme Draco acquired from his dorm room through the Accio spell. "I can’t even stand a drizzle of hair spray!"
"Well, get used to it." Draco said, annoyed as he picked up a glob of clear gel and smoothed it upon the silvery-blonde hair underneath his hands. This was routine procedure for him, but never ever did he expect to style his own hair while in someone else’s body.
Ginny winced at the greasy feel of what was between the strands of her hair but tolerated it. Sighing, she watched herself as Draco in the mirror, being primped by...herself. In boredom, she decided to observe Draco’s features and get familiar with the appearance of the person she would become for the rest of the day.
Draco Malfoy wasn’t ugly. In fact, he wasn’t bad looking at all. The tough yet elegant jawline, those arched eyebrows, and those eyes...Ginny felt herself blush and saw a slight shade of crimson appear on her pale cheeks in the reflection. Funny, I made Draco Malfoy blush. She thought to herself in amusement and confirmed her observation as a moment to remember. The usual cruelty shown through those gray pupils appeared to have faded once her conscience was present within. She had succeeded in making Malfoy seem kind and sensitive, for once. Of course, that’ll be history by tomorrow, she scoffed lightly.
At least she understood, based on appearance, why every Slytherin girl fell head-over-heels in love with him.
"Don’t move." She heard her own voice command.
"You do realize, Malfoy, that I have the right to fix you up nicely as well."
"Fine then, Weasley. But don’t you DARE try anything, make-up, for instance." Draco touched up the last section of his own hair and stood back, admiring his work. "Wow, did I mention that I looked swell today?"
Ginny stifled a silent giggle in her mind. "For your information, Malfoy, I’d rather see Harry Potter ask Cho Chang to the Yule ball than put on any form of lip gloss, and I’d rather get my life absorbed by a Dementor than pencil my eyebrows."
She could have sworn that Draco had smiled with her thin lips, but it was gone by the next blink of an eye.
"Alright," He nudged her to abandon the chair. "Time to switch places."
Ginny stood up and took hold of a comb from Draco’s hair-grooming supplies. Slowly and delicately, she pulled the teeth of the comb through her soft, red hair, as she usually does from another point of view.
"You’re a bit too gentle, Weasley." Draco wrinkled his eyebrows and noted mockingly. "Then again, you’re still a lady within, aren’t you?"
Was that meant to be an insult or a compliment? Ginny pondered as she fixed the tilted hair clips. Most likely...the former, I’m assuming.
"WHAT in the name of Viktor Krum is going on here?" A rather familiar voice screamed frantically by the entrance of the bathroom.
The two of them looked up and saw red hair.
Uh-oh, Ginny gulped as she halted her actions.
[End of Chapter 1]
A/N: Hope you liked the first chapter! There will be many, many more awkward situations coming up! *Evil Giggle* I do realize that the "Ron walking in on them" idea wasn’t that original, but hey, it certainly does make the plot more interesting, does it not? ^_^
Please review! I’d very much appreciate it! Flames and criticisms are welcomed with open arms, just please don’t go too far! Compliments are a far better way to encourage me to type the next chapter up sooner, that’s for sure.
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