Hello all! I'm back :) and it only took like two years, no biggy. Lol jk, I'm sorry I've been away so long, I started college and all that fun stuff and I'm about not 18 yet, Soooooo I was bit overwhelmed and my muse left me high and dry. However, I'm doing a major overhaul of this story and plan on fixing all these chapters before writing anything new. But, be warned, the bunnies are majestic powerful beings :)

- Destroyer

"You're sure this is going to work this time?"

"I know Pansy doesn't have a cat, Ronald! This is hardly productive, just drink the potion."

Maybe this would work... This HAD to work. 'It will work. Pansy doesn't have a pet. There is no cat hair. There is no cat hair,' Hermione thought as she lifted the cup to her lips, 'There is no cat hair... Right?'

The stomach wrenching feeling of turning into a Slytherin was disgusting. Knowing that she was turning into a woman with a pug nose and horrible standards was nauseating. Hermione looked steadily up into the mirror, straight black hair framed her face, her brown eyes had turned a murky mud brown instead of the whiskey and honey of her own. She was an exact copy of Pansy Parkinson. The only things missing were a Slytherin uniform and a constant spew of all things Draco.

Hermione change quickly and silently, listening to the boys curse as there feet became to big for their shoes once again. She wondered what is was like to change into somebody bigger than you. Pansy was roughly the same size as her. Maybe a size or two smaller around the bust area.

"Hermione? Are you ready?," Harry whispered through the crack. His voice already having dropped into Goyle's tones.

"Yes," She said, walking out of the stall, "Remember what we've talked about. Draco mustn't know we're probing into his life. He's gotten quite a bit more private amongst his friends"

The boys nodded, they had already disposed of the real Crabbe and Goyle. Pansy was busy; it seemed as though she was beginning to move on from Draco and had started a trysts of sort with Zabini.

Walking through the halls of the dungeon was a horrible prospect in the middle of the day, walking them in the middle of the night was a nightmare. There were dead ends everywhere and when they did find a blank stretch, there was never a door there. There was only one way to find the door within the hour they had. So they decided to split up. She had to hurry she was running out of time. It would be a waste a perfect opportunity if she didn't find the door. Hermione was about to admit defeat when she saw Draco walk past the corridor she was in.

"Draco!"

His head whipped around at an alarming rate, "Oh, hello Pansy. Have you seen Crabbe and Goyle? They've gone missing."

"You weren't looking for me?! I thought I was important..." Hermione pouted, almost puking on herself. How could Pansy act like this and not be sick? This was horrifying and she didn't have to live knowing that Draco had seen her this way.

Draco sighed, rubbing at a crease between his eyebrows, "You are Pansy, really, but I need to speak with Crabbe and Goyle. Have you seen them?"

"Why does it matter? It's not like they'll understand you like I do." She was going to be sick, this was the epidemy of Hell. Sucking up to Draco Malfoy, of all people.

They stood there staring at each other for a minute. Draco watching Hermione's every move, the way she held herself, they way she responded, even the way she looked at him was different. There was no indifference in her eyes. There were actual emotions, there hadn't been a single emotion in Pansy's eyes since he had denied her a round of "steaming hot sex" two weeks ago. Maybe she had forgiven him.

"I'm sorry. I can talk to you later, afterwards. Would that be okay?"

"I suppose."

The final test. "May I have a kiss before I leave then?"

The panic that she swore was gone roared to life with those simple words. Couples kissed, didn't they? Pansy and Draco were in "love." Pansy made sure that was public.

"S-Sure" Something flashed across Draco's face. Confusion? Surprise? She couldn't tell, his face already schooled into a sweet looking smile.

He pulled her to him, she had forgiven him. He was suppose to be happy, right? Then why was he disappointed? Why was he so upset?

Their lips connect in a soft, chaste kiss. That shared by lovers, a simple kiss. Nothing special about it.

Right?

Wrong. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut and her hands came to rest on his chest. She wasn't going to fall for this. This was an act goddammit! She was going to pull away in three seconds and walk down the corridor all the way back to Gryffindor Tower. She was going to pretend this never happened. She was going to wipe it from her mind if she had to.

As she was regaining control of her resolve, Draco's hand cupped the back of her neck. The other hand resting on the wall behind her as she slowly, ever so slowly, backed away from him. He would break this time. He couldn't hold out forever. Pansy would grow bored and move to another. He would listen to his father yell, because the Parkinsons were one of the most elite pureblood families there were, not as elite as themselves of course.

She sighed, or was it a gasp, as she hit the wall behind her. Draco used the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. She moaned so exquisitely as she reached up on her tiptoes to stay connected to his lips. This was rapture. The hell he had witnessed finally passed. She was acting like a proper woman. One who wouldn't trick and deceive others into giving her what she wanted. She was soft around the edges and sweet to taste. She was sweet to the taste...

It hit like a ton of bricks. This was not Pansy. Polyjuice didn't leave a taste, or maybe this person was smart enough to cover it.

Draco trailed a line of open mouth kissed across her neck, leading a trail to her ear. Hermione was going to go insane. This wasn't allowed, she should have stopped this before it started. He was gaining ground on her and he didn't know it. She gasped as he ground himself into her stomach. This was going to far, he thought she was Pansy. Had they had sex, yet? There was no question. He was confident and she was shaking, scared. He was going to seduce her.

He hovered over her ear, smiling, as he whispered, " Who are you?"

Hermione froze. He knew. How long had he known? She was going to be found out. He was going to be able to tell. She squeezed her eyes shut. How long had she been here, looking for the common room? An hour, she knew that. How long had the been talking and... kissing? Fifteen minutes, maybe. She didn't have long until the potion wore off.

" I'm Pansy, silly. Who else would I be?" ,she breathed.

"Pansy wouldn't kiss me like that after a fight." The fight hadn't been extremely recent, but Pansy held a grudge over everything. Even if people didn't see it in public.

Hermione looked up, staring into blue-gray eyes, "I forgive you." She hoped this would work.

"Pansy doesn't have light brown eyes."

She panicked, this was getting bad. She could tell he was going to see her eyes tomorrow and know it was her. This was bad, this was terrible, she was going to die of embarrassment. This was the end.

"Is that you, Granger?"