Draco....Hermione.....Hermione....Malfoy. Why did that sound so right? Draco has no idea. He Doesnt Know what's happening, everything is spinning out of control. All he knows is he's falling in love with Hermione Granger.
And he looked at her, his stormy eyes boring into her chocolate depths. "I love you." It was all he had words for. As he stared at her, she closed her eyes, and a single tear escaped, rolling down her cheek, making a track in the black dirt.
One Sunday, Harry's constant copying her work sets Hermione into a fit of rage, and she wishes he would know what it was like to be her. Her Wish Comes true, due to unvolintary magic, and they're both stuck in eachothers bodies. Uh-Oh