Unfortunately all of this belongs to the brilliant JK Rowling, I don't own a thing.
Hermione was bored. Everyone else was fine, Ron was corresponding with Fleur, and Harry, shockingly enough, was going out with Ginny. Everyone was so wrapped up in their own love lives that they had completely forgotten about her. She had broken up with Viktor months ago, and wanted a boyfriend again. The problem was, no one seemed to want her for a girlfriend. Luckily, it was only a few weeks before summer vacation, and she'd soon be home at her parent's house where she could find herself a muggle boyfriend. Maybe she would go with her neighbor, Neal. She sighed, and then headed downstairs to her first class of the day, potions.
Draco hated Hermione. Hated her for her looks, hated her for being smart, but mostly he just hated her for being alive! She was such an annoying little nerd…she actually made him have to study for the top grades in potions class, where only a Slytherin should be able to get such high grades. That's why Malfoy had a plan.
It would be so funny he…he couldn't think about it anymore, or else he'd start giggling. Draco knew that giggling was not a manner befitting a Malfoy, but, nonetheless, it was a trait he possessed, and tried to keep hidden from others. But it would be soooo funny to see Hermione at lunch. Malfoy let out a high-pitched giggle at the very thought but quickly turned it into a cough. He scowled at the students passing by in the hallway, just in case they'd heard. He scowled once more for good measure, and then headed to potions.
Hermione set her things down at a table between Harry and Ron. Immediately after they sat down though, Harry began drawing a picture that, she supposed, was meant to represent Ginny, and Ron began composing a letter to "the love of his life."
Malfoy walked in, smirking slightly, and sat down directly behind Hermione, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him. The noise in the dungeons instantly diminished as Snape walked inside.
"Today we will be preparing strength potions. You will need: eye of newt, heart of lion, and one more ingredient. Can anyone tell me what the ingredient is?" Snape asked. Hermione began waving her hand wildly in the air.
"Anyone but Miss Granger." The class sat baffled, and Hermione's hand was the only one raised. "Miss Granger," Snape said reluctantly.
"Frogs legs," Hermione replied. Right after the words left her mouth, a transformation began. First, her skin was tinged green and became slick. Her legs grew beefy, and her fingers grew webbing. Abruptly as it had come, the transformation stopped.
The class was silent, unmoving, staring at Hermione. She looked like a morph between herself and a frog, the same size, with the same hair color, but undeniably frog-like. The silence lasted for half a minute. Hermione's throat bulged out, and a noise emerged.
"Ribbit."
Needless to say, there was no class that day.
Draco was pleased with the results of his spell. He had not meant to leave Hermione half human, but had been forced to cut the transformation short when Potter turned to look at him. Personally, Draco thought that the half-human element made the transformation all the better. No one would ever find out who was the mastermind behind the spell, and there was no known antidote for the spell. He knew because he'd researched the spell himself in his father's library.
A tawny owl fluttered up to him, holding a piece of parchment in its claws. Draco scowled, and ripped the paper from the owl. It read, "Draco Malfoy, you are wanted in the Headmaster's office at once. The password is cockroach clusters."
With a rapidly beating heart, Draco embarked on the long trek to the Headmaster's office.
Headmaster Dumbledore sat at his desk with a dilemma on his hands. In front of him sat Hermione, crouching in a very frog-like position. The spell had given her much of the same impulses that a frog would have. She could only eat insects, and could not speak or, much to her horror, read the human language. Luckily, Dumbledore was fluent in over 1000 different languages, including frog. Unfortunately, he was the only one that spoke it, except for other frogs, and he couldn't be with Hermione all the time. He leaned down to Hermione and began speaking.
(A/N everything in italics is the frog language. Frog to frog has no italics.)
"Hello Hermione. I understand you haven't been having the best of days," said Dumbledore.
"No I haven't, and I HATE being a frog!" Hermione croaked back.
"Tell you what I'll do. I'll let you witness the punishment I give to the person who did this to you. I trust, being as smart as you are, that you know there is no known cure for this," said Dumbledore.
"Yes, I know," said Hermione, tears flowing unchecked now.
At that moment, Malfoy walked in, Professor McGonagall at his side.
"Ah good, you came! Lemon drop?" Dumbledore offered.
"Of course," said Malfoy greedily, popping the sweet into his mouth.
"Now, Draco, were you the one who transformed Miss. Hermione here?"
"Yes," said Malfoy. "Hey, you put truth serum on this!" At this statement, Professor McGonagall exited the room.
"I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, but we had to be sure," said Dumbledore. "Now, I typically expel students for this, and snap their wands. However, in this case, I will make an exception. I already have the Ministry's permission, and you father's as well, though he gave it grudgingly. You really have no other choice. However, to make things good and legal, you must sign this contract."
Malfoy sighed and flipped his blond locks away, picking up the contract and regarding it with bored steely eyes. However, as he read further into the document, his eyes grew worried.
"Sir," Malfoy said, "You can't be serious?"
"I am all too serious Draco. It's this or a snapped wand. Ever since Hagrid's new job, he has been asking me to get a new gamekeeper, so he can devote more time to his teaching. The slot is open if you wish to take-"
"No sir, I'll do it!" Malfoy interrupted, quickly scribbling his name down on the contract.
"Very well Draco. Drink this pumpkin juice."
Draco paled slightly, but steadied himself, and downed the drink in one gulp.
The Headmaster sat back in his chair and watched the potion do its job. He hated doing this, but it was the only alternative. As planned, a very frog-like version of Draco now sat in the chair in front of him.
Draco's throat bulged and a noise very reminiscent of potions class emerged.
"Ribbit."
