Author's Note:

Contrary to what the title suggests, this is not a sequel to "The Polyjuice Effect" although the plot (assuming it has one, considering how short it is) is somewhat similar.

This is a fanfic independent of that one, and although I entertained the thought of merging them into one, I was able to think of another direction this story could go and so "The Polyjuice Effect" will remain as it is. I just hope that people will appreciate this one as much as they did that, or if possible, even more so as I'm predicting this to be a bit longer. (Actually, it started as one with a hanging ending, but then a number of people encouraged me to continue it and so I decided that I will.)

I really hope you like this one enough to leave a review, even if it's a bad one, as long as it's helpful. Thanks very much!

TOO MUCH POLYJUICE

Snape's Idea of Detention

Harry felt sick to his stomach as soon as he took a swig of the potion Snape had given him. He knew exactly what it was but knew that he'd probably get into more trouble if he admitted that to Snape. He, after all, seemed to think it was funny for him, Ron and Malfoy to step into each others' shoes for an hour as their detention. He shut his eyes, not wanting to see himself transform into who he sincerely hoped was Ron—no way would he ever want to turn into Malfoy, but Snape had arranged the goblets so randomly, there really was no way to tell.

"Yuck!" he heard someone say in disgust. "Professor, I'd like another glass, there's no way I'm spending an hour as Weasley!"

Harry opened his eyes and saw Ron, well, he figured it was Malfoy, now looking like Ron, and he had a thoroughly disgusted look on his face. He turned and then saw himself, looking at him. He froze. That meant Ron had turned into him, and there was only one other person to turn into. He put his hands to his head and disheveled his hair, desperately trying to get the strands to reach his eyes. They did, and he looked at it in horror. His hair was blond—Malfoy white-blond.

"Come now, Potter, Weasley, Malfoy," Snape said, gesturing towards the door. "Your Common Rooms are waiting for you," he said with a sinister grin. "And don't bother coming back here. I didn't make any antidote and you'll change back into yourselves after an hour anyway, feeling as though nothing happened."

"Fat chance!" Ron, who now looked like Harry, muttered.

"What are you complaining about?" Harry, now looking like Malfoy, accused. "You're not the one who looks like Malfoy!"

Malfoy, now looking like Ron, sneered at them. "As if looking like either of you is a treat?!" he said bitterly and quickly went on his way.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ron called. "The Gryffindor Common Room's this way," he said, pointing towards the opposite direction Malfoy was going.

Malfoy turned back to look at them, and oddly, was able to show his smirk, even when he had Ron's face. "If you think for one second that I'm going to spend an hour with a roomful of Gryffindors, you're even thicker than I thought," he said. "I'm going to the library where no one would ever go to find a Weasley," he said and then quickened his pace to walk away from them.

Harry scowled at his retreating figure, getting more annoyed that he was the one who presently had the stupid prat's face. Well, if he wasn't going to the Gryffindor Tower, there was no need for him to make nice with the Slytherins. He looked at Ron, who was doing a very good job of making his face look puzzled. Life was so unfair. "I don't suppose I can walk into our room looking like this without anyone noticing, huh?" he said, sounding hopeless.

"I don't think so," Ron replied. "How weird would it be if Harry Potter walked into the Gryffindor Common Room with Draco Malfoy?"

Harry grimaced. "Too weird."

"Almost creepy," Ron said, looking like he was going to get sick.

At the same time, they sharply turned their heads and looked at each other.

"You thinking it, too?" Ron asked, grinning mischievously.

"I think so," Harry said, wearing an expression the real Malfoy usually did, the wicked grin.

"I reckon we can finally pay that git you look like back. After all, he's done so much for us," Ron said, his smile up to his ears.

Harry's smile widened as well, exposing all his teeth. "I reckon we can."