Cindermione

What if a fairytale princess and and a teenage witch would swap bodies?
Or more specifically; what if there is an infinite amount of parallel universes,
and two individuals from those universes dying simultaneously is a way to transfer their minds to each other's body,
from one world into the other?

Hermione is unhappy with her life as it is.
She has a crush on Draco that is doomed to result in disappointment.
Hell; having conversations with him ended in disappointment, and that was before he even knew her true feelings for him!
After he found out about them he was just about nice enough to make her believe things could be all right, that they could be comfortable together, but just when she was in for the next step (that was nothing more than a heart-to-heart), he would steer the conversation to the awkward and uncomfortable topics, such as the length of her teeth, her bushy hair, -why- her parents were divorcing, how disgusting it was she wasn't pure of blood and on top of that her lack of chest size.
Harry and Ron resented her for caring for Draco and wanting to make her his, and argued about him and the things he said so often there was barely time for school work.
Now her mind was stressed by these social disappointments so severely she was losing control of it.
And then Draco had... She had asked him... about the Ball... The Yule Ball, that would be about a month from now... She asked him... "If... Maybe... You er... We could... Do you have a... d-date yet..?"
He didn't say 'yes'... He didn't say 'no', either...
He smiled. Hermione smiled back at him, relieved as she could possibly be with all the madness and hurt in her life, thankful for him smiling, and thankful for...
Wait... His smile broadened... 'thickened'... his face seemed to split open he smiled so broadly... and then... "Hah!"
Hah? What-? He laughed. He laughed at her, right in her face. Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass appeared at either side of him, and joined him. Laughing.
Hermione tried to pierce his gaze, tried to read him, find a trace of something humane, something like guilt, or sympathy, but there was none.
Then she gave up and walked away.
Dreams once frailed now torn and emotions once burst were too shattered to find words nor tears.
The only thing she could truly think of without being distracted, the thing that made her smile after crying before sleeping that night, where she could find equanimity, out of reach in any other part of her life, was suicide.

Meanwhile, there was a lovely young woman named Cinderella.
Her father died, leaving her with her cold-hearted stepmother and two stepsisters who cared for nothing but themselves and their stupid cat.
The family fortune was spent on the best of the best for Drusilla and Anastasia, Cinderella's stepsisters, but left nothing more than worn out clothes for Cindy herself.
It got to the point where they fired the house holding staff and had her do all the work!

One day she was so sick and tired of it... Cinderella had spent the entire day working on a dress for Drusilla, and when she came in to check on the progress, she decided Cinderella messed it up because the colour was wrong.
But... Drusilla was the one who provided the material for the dress in the first place; how was it Cindy's fault?
Stepmama and Drusilla decided the consequences would be merely verbal. So they were.
They were most generous with them, too; Cindy got nothing but words.

Words when she woke up, words when she did her chores, words when serving the others breakfast, lunch and dinner and words when she went to bed, starving and miserable as ever.
Cindy refused to let them break her.
Her roaring stomach was her lullaby, her dry throat was her silent wakeup call.
And even though her friends the mice tried hard to feed her with crumbles, in less than a week Cindy was over.

Both girls thought they were having a lucid dream...
Neither knew the fairy tale they read so much about was now their reality.
Nor did either of them know they were living on borrowed time...

Dedicated to Youtube user AWhiteRose88

Hermione commits suicide when she takes the potion.. Just so you know. ;D Also, after that, the girls have swapped bodies. After the clocks showed up, they have one more night and then they die. :3