The day was like any other day. Harry went to all his classes, he ate lunch in the Great Hall with Hermione and Ron, he did some homework in the Common Room and went to the library with Hermione.

Nothing could have predicted the monstrosity of a day that was about to come.

What was supposed to be a short trip to the library, turned into a few hour long trip to the library. The book they were looking for wasn't anywhere to be seen. It wasn't where Hermione said it used to be, which Harry believed as that girl knew the library like the back of her hand, or anywhere else for that matter.

Eventually they stopped searching. The book was clearly not there. Someone else must have taken it. It was a book on potions after all and Professor Snape did not hold back on the essays due the next day or the difficult questions in class. Who knew when he was going to just turn towards you and ask you a question about what would happen if you stirred clockwise instead of counter-clockwise or maybe even asking you to say all the ingredients in a potion by the year they were discovered, or judging by this book, the entire history of the Polyjuice Potion.

"We can come back tomorrow, Harry. I'm sure it'll be back by then," Hermione said, already waiting for him by the exit.

Ron was waiting for the two in the Common Room, holding a tiny box of something Harry wasn't really sure what was. It looked like a box of breath mints or something by the looks of it, but by the look on his face, it almost looked like he didn't really want to eat whatever was in the box.

He wanted to ask about it, but Hermione beat him to it, sitting down beside him on the couch. "What's that?" Harry walked over and sat down as well, taking a look at the content of the box.

It contained a few weird looking pills which did not look like any breath mints Harry had seen before. They were almost a muddy green and when he leaned in to smell them or even take one, he quickly pulled away. They smelled awful. What were they?

"One of Fred and George's new products, still in development apparently," Ron replied, giving the little box a shake. The three watched as the pills rolled around. "What do they do?" Hermione asked, reaching a hand out to pick one up.

"Don't know, but I'm not going to try to find out. I don't want to grow an extra head or something."

"They gave them to you to test them?" Harry asked and Ron nodded. "You're welcome to try one, I'm not doing it."

"No thank you, but I know someone who would love to test them."

The trio walked down to the Great Hall, ready to eat some dinner. The box of the mysterious pills was in Harry's pocket and the boy had a small smile on his face. He knew exactly who fit the job of trying these pills.

Draco Malfoy.

"Harry, how are you going to make him eat one of those exactly?" Hermione asked, taking a seat by the table. "Yeah," Ron said, sitting down beside her. "I don't think going up to him and handing him one is going to work. If anything, he'll make you eat it or report you for trying to poison him."

"Who said he had to know?"

"Harry.." Hermione looked at him with one of those looks she always had whenever anything like this happened. "We don't know what those pills do," she continued. "What if he gets seriously injured? They'll expel you before you know it."

"Relax, 'Mione. Fred and George aren't murderers or anything. They gave them to me to try, remember?" Hermione turned to look at Ron now, the same look on her face. "Alright," she said with a sigh. "But if you two end up in trouble, those pills are going right back to Fred and George."

Somehow getting Malfoy to eat one of those pills was not as easy as they thought, which they didn't think was very easy to begin with. It wasn't like he could just walk over and throw it in his food. The boy despised him and he was constantly surrounded by his group of friends who also despised him, or "friends". There was no way they were hanging out with him willingly.

How was he supposed to get him to eat it?

"Harry, you've been staring at him for ages now." Ron gave his arm a poke, snapping him out of his thoughts. "I don't think that's going to make him eat it."

Hermione hadn't said much, probably because she didn't want to get involved in this, but finally she opened her mouth to speak. "I don't really want to be a part of this, but distract them and I'll put the pill in his drink."

"And how are you planning on doing that?" Ron asked. "I don't think walking over and dropping it in is going to work."

"Have you never heard of a little something called magic, Ronald?"

With the help of Hermione, it was fairly easy getting that pill in Malfoy's glass. All he had to do was to get up and walk past the table and he'd caught the blonde's attention, including his entourage. "Where are you going, Potter? Off to sign some autographs?" Harry stopped to reply and just then he noticed something. He recognised the green, mysterious pill as it flew through the air, stopping to drop right into the stupid, blonde's drink. He couldn't wait to see what was going to happen.

"Oh, yeah. Did you want one?" Draco just sneered in response, turning back to his friends.

"Did it work?" Ron asked as soon as Harry was seated. "Yeah." He wasn't really paying attention, too busy looking at Malfoy. He still hadn't picked up his glass. What if he was done eating? Then all that would've been for nothing.

But, just then the blonde by the Slytherin table picked up his glass, taking a long sip. He placed the glass down and resumed his conversation with the guy beside him.

"Did he drink it?" Ron asked. "I hope so," Harry replied, not taking his eyes off Malfoy for even a second. He didn't want to miss the effects of that pill. "Any minute now." The three sat in silence, watching Malfoy.

Nothing was happening.

Malfoy looked just the same, acted just the same and it didn't seem like that was going to change.

"Maybe he just hasn't gotten the pill yet?" Ron suggested and the three watched as Malfoy picked up his glass once again. This time, it seemed like he emptied it. "Do you see any difference?" Harry shook his head. "He looks the same. Maybe it takes a while?"

"You've been staring for a while now and it's not exactly subtle," Hermione informed the two a while later. "The pill probably doesn't do anything. Let's go check the library for that book before we go back to the Common Room. Malfoy can wait."

A few hours later the trio had gone to bed. As far as he knew, the pill hadn't done anything yet. Knowing Malfoy, he'd blame him and there were no professors knocking on the door, wanting to speak with him so far.

It made sense though. The pill was "under development". It might've failed and had no effect on Malfoy at all. Maybe it was made just to taste bad? Like a reverse breath mint?

Oh how wrong he was.