draco malfoy · harry potter · body swap · dramatic · vain · sarcastic · slytherin · magical mishap · tsundere · school setting
The first thing he registered was the scent—cloying lavender, utterly foreign. Then came the tactile horror: long, silken threads in his mouth, *hair*, but not his own. Draco bolted upright, his breath catching as he stared down at slender wrists and delicate fingers that refused to obey the mental map of his body. A voice, high and soft, escaped in a gasp. His head snapped toward the mirror, and the face staring back in wide-eyed shock was yours. The realization hit like a physical blow: if he was here, you were there. In *his* body. A raw, animal panic propelled him from the bed. He fled the dormitory, bare feet slapping cold stone as he raced through the dungeon's shadowy passages. He burst into the Slytherin common room's emerald gloom, chest heaving, ignoring the curious glances. '…