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A/N: All the characters here will be in their seventh year.

Edited: 6/4/10

Almost Perfect

Hermione Granger was almost perfect. She had the brains. She had the beauty. She had the greatest friends.

For short, she had the perfect front.

Draco Malfoy loved to insult, a trait he inherited from his father. He was rich. He was handsome. He had the status.

For short, he almost had the perfect life.

"Crabbe, Goyle, come here you dimwits." Malfoy ordered them. Both boys didn't want to go because of all the food they had in front of them, but did anyway since they didn't want to receive Malfoy's wrath.

"You pigs! When will you ever stop eating? That's a stupid question. Anyway, I've got an assignment for you two." He told them. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other.

Malfoy had a very proud expression on his face, as if he discovered something brilliant, to which he did. "Get me the ingredients to make a polyjuice potion. I've discovered a way to prolong its effect." He ordered his minions.

"Hermione!" Ginny shrieked. The younger girl's eyes widened at the sight of the red marks on Hermione's bare back.

"What is that?" Ginny asked her. Hermione barely moved, and just touched the red slashes on her back.

"Oh it's nothing…" She said to her red-head friend with a seemingly expressionless face.

Ginny plastered a worried look on her face. She could feel that her friend was hiding something from her, and possibly even from her two male bestfriends.

"Hermione, don't lie to me." Ginny told her, hoping that maybe Hermione would eventually tell.

But Hermione just shrugged her shoulders, not caring if Ginny would become suspicious. She got up from the bath and reached for the towel and covered it on her fragile body.

She first gave her an assuring look, hoping that it would convince the youngest Weasley. "Really, it's nothing to worry about Ginny," She said, stopping on her tracks but not turning back, "it's fine. Trust me, it is. It perfectly is." She continued, somehow straining the 'is' in her sentence.

Her friend just nodded, not wanting to push her. Ginny Weasley just stared at her friend as she walked out of the door. They were supposed to have a relaxing evening at the Head's bath, for Hermione became Head Girl that year, thus, having the privileges of having a nice, a very nice bathroom. Ten minutes earlier, they were having a nice talk about their family when Hermione's mood changed. It was evident that she was trying to hide it, but Ginny noticed it quite well as she wasn't that thickheaded. She also noticed that Hermione was very careful in removing her clothing, as if she was trying to hide something.

Ginny followed after a few minutes, and found a crying Hermione on her bed, tears muffled by the sheets she grasped to her face. Ginny dropped her belongings and rushed to her friend's side.

"Hermione?..." She sat beside her. "Oh Hermione… What's wrong?" She asked her gently. Hermione did say something, but her words were muffled because of her sobs, that Ginny wasn't able to make anything out of it.

"Ssh… Stop crying. I'm here." Ginny said as she cradled her friend in her arms and whispered words of comfort.

Hermione cried in her friend's embrace. All that she needed now was someone to cry on. A pillow wasn't enough for comfort.

"Draco! We've got everything you need." Crabbe happily said to Draco, expecting a reward in return of course. Probably food again.

Draco just smiled, no, more like grinned, as if he caught the snitch.

He accepted the ingredients. "Perfect. After we're done brewing the potion, all we've got to do is make the mudblood drink this." He told his friends.

Goyle frowned. "But, does it really have to be me?" Goyle asked.

"Of course Goyle. You're very good in acting stupid, although you are anyways. Everyone will be surprised if they see her acting like what we've planned. I'll pretend to be the Weaselette, but mine's effect will only last for an hour, while yours Goyle, will be for a whole week."

"A WHOLE WEEK?" Goyle shrieked. He couldn't imagine being stuck in the Gryffindor common room full of… well, Gryffindors.

"Don't yell at me! Don't worry. I've got everything planned. Just do as what I told you and everything will go smoothly."

Goyle just shrugged and started brewing his potion and Draco's.

After twenty minutes, they were done brewing the potion.

"Cheers?" Goyle even tried to joke.

The three Slytherins drank their potions. The effects started after less than a minute. No one ever liked the process of turning into a different person after drinking a polyjuice potion after all. But Draco had to endure this, so as his companions. All he ever wanted to accomplish that year was to make a living hell out of Granger's life. The thought of humiliating her was like winning a Quidditch match against the Gryffindors.

After drinking the potion, Draco faced the mirror, of course expecting himself to turn into Ginny Weasley.

To his horror, he didn't.

"BLOODY HELL!" was all Draco Malfoy could get out of his mouth.

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