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[It's a couple of minutes before she actually says anything, but there are a few doodles on the page. When she does speak, she's very subdued.]

I guess this is the next experiment. It seems to be... a strange one anyway. I wonder who has my body?

...This is Hermione, for those who don't recognise my voice or my face. I don't look like I normally do.

[So the basic turn of events for Hermione: She wakes up rather groggy, eyes not quite as red or scratchy as she thought they'd be. Hello, something's off. She doesn't really notice her body change just yet as she makes her way out of the random room she was in. And a little later notices the body of her best friend... whom she had just fought with not a few days ago and who has been resolutely refusing to speak with her. Can't deal with seeing him yet. Hermione flees the house.

Currently, she (in the body of Raine Sage) is sitting by the lake, with her knees curled up to her chin. Those who know her, even if they've only spoken to her for a minute or less, can EASILY tell that something is very, VERY wrong here. Feel free to talk to her.]

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[She totally still thinks you're HArry :|]

Y-you haven't been home in ages...

[He's still half-asleep and not really noticing his, or her, voice sound strange.] I thought we already established that. Remember? I was here first? You thought I'd gone mad? I really don't feel like repeating that discussion.

[She's horribly confused.]

... [Hang a sec, it's processing.]

Who are you?

What the hell do you mean who am I?! [There's a loud crash then as Draco crashes into the table in the kitchen, followed by a string of curses] Who the bloody hell do you think this is?

I know we had a fight the other day, but this is rubbish! As if I wouldn't recognise your voice!

Oh, go put on your glasses already so you don't hurt yourself.

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I don't wear glasses, you insufferable know-it-all! [Though he gets up then and glances around]

Yes you - [Blink.] You are someone different, aren't you?

You've lost it, Granger. You've completely lost it. [There're a few more crashes as he wanders through the house. Sooo not used to not having perfect vision.]

Then you explain why you're crashing through the house like a hippogriff in Gringotts!

[It's about then Draco finds Harry's glasses on the table and in a rare moment of acting on instinct, he slips them on. His vision suddenly becomes clear and in another fit of gut-instinct, his hand slips up to finger at his forehead. There another string of curses then before Draco picks up the journal again, glancing down at it] Er. Sorry. Just woke up from a bad dream.

...You're a terrible liar.

It's true though. I have to say, Hermione, it hurts a bit that you don't believe me.

[Oh that was unfair.]

If you're Harry, then why were you swearing so fluently and why are you talking to me?

Figured if you wanted to be friends with that stupid git Malfoy, I may as well act that way too.

[...That hurt. Have some kind of pause as she thinks of the fight...]

B-but... a minute ago you didn't even remember your glasses. [She sounds less sure of herself, though.]

Momentarily stunned. I forgot where I was for a moment. We've been on the run for so long it's hard to keep track sometimes.

[Nooot really helping her sense of safety here. Confusing meet fear of getting yelled at again.]

...Then I guess you don't need me.

...what exactly did we fight about? My brain's a bit fuzzy, too hard of a punch to the head I reckon.

[gdit, stop confusing her.]

If you knew, you wouldn't have to ask.

Hermione. Please?

[Close... so, so close.]

If you really were Harry, you wouldn't be talking to me. Why are you so intent on finding out, Draco?

[Busted. Okay, we'll just try another method.] Why not, Hermione? You're certainly intent on finding out things abut me, are you not?

Yes, but you'd have a much better chance of finding out if you would just admit you're curious.

I just assumed that that much was obvious.

[She just sighs. She's really not in the mood for this.]

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