Summary: A potion gone wrong forces Harry and Draco to live as the other for two weeks, and they find out that maybe -- just maybe -- the other doesn't have it so easy after all.

"Right then." said Malfoy, suddenly all no-nonsense. "If you are to live as me, there are a few things you should know. One, I know your Gryffindor tendencies are most likely screaming at you to tell your mates all about this... incident, and tell them all you like, but you are not to whisper a word of any of... this to mine. Also, don't be as affectionate as you are with your friends, please. I do have a reputation. Two, you'll have to go to the Manor for Easter Break, during that time you will come down to the main dining hall for breakfast at nine o'clock sharp, lunch at noon, and dinner at five o'clock. You will not, under no circumstances, be late. Other than meals, you will not talk to my father unless he summons you to his office, which will not happen unless you mess up greatly. If that does happen, you will address him as Father, and only speak when directly spoken to. Understood?

Harry nodded and managed to stutter a "I- uh- yeah, sure."

Did Malfoy really not speak to his parents at all during the breaks? That seemed a rather lonely way to live. Harry was so caught up in his thoughts, he barely heard Malfoy.

"Potter! I said, is there anything I need to know about your life? Honestly, Potter, it's like your hearing is as bad as your seeing, what with those ghastly glasses."

"Oh. Er, right. Stuff you should know. Um, yes. [You should know...]"