Chapter 1

A Brilliant Idea

A/N:

I understand that I'm unskilled writer, that this fan-fiction is indeed my first, and that my grammar may be horrid, but spare me of your harsher opinions, and keep in mind that this story is simply for fun.

Hermione sighed heavily as she finished drying off her previously soaking wet hair and wrung the towel hastily. While she had savored the victory and triumph she had earned from slugging Draco in his pompous face, she was now beginning to doubt her decision. It had resulted in a horrific chain of events, a pranking war of sorts. Now, she had spent the majority of her afternoon removing a family of baby spiders from her bushy mane. "They've finally found their dream home, Granger!" The stuck-up blonde had teased her as Goyle let rain a bucket full of the little monsters down on her. She'd soon get even.

Malfoy's strikes had began last Tuesday.

(Flashback)

The young witch had finished putting together Ron and Harry's Charm assignments for the next day-something she had only been half-fooled in doing. She had sworn to have witnessed the tell-tale blur of the pureblood's indistinguishable head zip past her in the library, only seconds before her books seemed to come alive, biting at her hands and clothes.

Harry and Ron could do nothing but laugh at her state that day when she entered the Gryffindor common room, her well-kept uniform having been ripped to ribbons by books, she's claimed. They soon became hard-faced and serious as they heard her suggest who was behind it. Ron had stuck his freckled nose into the air, badmouthing the ferret-boy as if his life depended on it. Harry, on the other hand, merely kept a cool look upon his face, pledging his and Ron's services in aid to the defeat of Hermione's harassers. The witch couldn't help but smile, even though they most certainly weren't the best, or decent enough at all, at comforting her, she knew they'd do anything to help.

(Present Day)

"We've got to get back at that git." Ron groaned, as Hermione sat down on the couch, having changed her clothes into nodded eagerly. "What about polyjuice potion?" He asked, hoping to make a good contribution to the revenge ideas. Hermione smiled and shook her head. "While that would certainly work, and would be very entertaining, that potion takes at least a month to brew." The boys sighed. "I thought that was a fabulous idea, Harry. I can see it now, we could slip some into his morning pumpkin juice, and he'd have to be someone else for a day." Ron said grinning widely. Hermione suddenly jerked in her seat."That's it!" She exclaimed. "Maybe not the polyjuice potion, since he's taste it and it takes too long to make, but what about a trans potion?"

Both Ron and Harry blinked. "Hermione, you know we don't really, rea-"

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Harry. It's a potion I stumbled upon in that evil little book in second year," she said excitedly, interrupting Harry. "It only takes the brewer a couple days to make, and it'll turn him into a, well. You know, a girl." Ron burst out laughing, quickly followed by Harry. "Turn Malfoy into a girl?" Ron choked, his cheeks still red from the laughter. "Wow, Hermione. That's almost a bit cruel," Harry stated in awe. "How long does this potion last?"

Hermione smirked. "A whole month if I'm certain," Harry grinned. "Now, you come with me Harry. We must go to the bathroom."

(A/N: Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it. )