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!"