DISCLAIMER: It all belongs to J.K. Rowling. But Aiden is all mine.
"It won't work, Draco." Aiden whispered in a hushed tone.
"Sure it will, you just have to have faith," Draco drawled confidently, "Pity we can't do more with them…I can think of a few things…"
The two Slytherins looked down at the two unconscious Gryffindor girls. Aiden bent down and twisted a lock of Ginny Weasley's soft red hair.
"The Weasley is my favorite. She may be just as bad as a Mudblood, but you've got to admit, she's fucking hot." Aiden said wistfully.
"This one's alright, not nearly as hot as the red head though," Draco said, motioning towards Lavender Brown, "And besides, don't sound so sad, Aiden. Soon we'll get the girl we both want, Granger, and we can Mark her."
Hermione walked into the Great Hall. The smell of cinnamon and the sound of laughter greeted her. She sat down next to Harry and Ron.
"Good morning." She said cheerfully.
Harry offered her a weak smile, Ron just yawned.
"What is it with you two? Why are you so tired?"
"We spent last night-yawn- playing Wizard's Chess." Ron said grumpily.
Hermione groaned, "That barbaric waste of time?"
Ron glared, "Yes, 'Mione, that barbaric waste of time."
Harry reached for a super buttery scone, Hermione whacked his hand away.
"I thought you promised me you were going to start eating healthier from now on, Harry." She said solemnly.
"I swear, when are you going to act like a 16-year-old teenager instead of a mum." Ron murmured. Harry stifled a laugh.
Hermione just shook her head, exasperated. She looked diagonally across the wooden table and saw Ginny and Lavender, their expressions glazed over and deep in thought.
"Ginny? Lavender?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"They've been like that all morning…" Harry said tiredly.
Hermione snapped her fingers sharply in front of their faces. They both jumped up.
"What's wrong??" She asked.
"Well, this is going to sound a bit crazy, but in the middle of last night we both awoke in a broom closet. With both of our heads aching like crazy, mind you. It felt like a chunk of hair was torn from my scalp, Lavender's as well." Ginny said.
The trio suddenly perked up. "How long were you unconscious?" Harry asked softly.
"Well, how would I know that if I were unconscious?" Ginny asked irritably.
"I think I know why you were drugged, and why a sample of your hair was taken…," Hemione said, "Have you ever heard of the Polyjuice Potion?"
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