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Draco sat down at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall next to a very excitable Blaise Zabini.
"Did you hear what the old coot has done now?", Blaise rushed out, practically bouncing in his seat.
"No, what?", Draco carried on loading up his plate full of bacon and sausage, glancing at his best mate.
"After the whole Moody being an impostor in 4th year and Umbridge 5th year, Dumbledore decided for the "safety" of the school to put an anti-glamour ward over the entrance to the Great Hall, so anyone coming in is stripped of all glamours. This is the most entertainment I've had all year!".
Draco glanced around the hall and noticed some girls had changed quite a bit in appearance. Some had smaller chest sizes, some had spots, some had hair that was less well tamed, and some even had their makeup removed. Even some boys had changed; though not in the same way. Some were shorter or less muscled or spotty.
"And this is entertaining because...?", Draco drawled biting into some toast.
Blaise spluttered, "because I feel like I've been cheated! Some of the girls I've slept with, and there is no way in hell I would ever touch them if I knew they actually looked like that!".
To his indigent expression, Draco rolled his eyes. Of course, that would be all Blaise worried about. Serial skirt-chaser and all round douchedag. Draco certainly looked after his appearance, but that was not the most important thing in life. His grades never slipped no matter how much he trained at Quidditch, but he still hadn't matched the 'bane of his existence's' grades. Yet. Glancing around the hall he noticed she hadn't arrived. He wondered if she had any glamours. Imagining her transforming into a troll or hag, Draco bit back a smile. That would be entertaining.
After another half an hour of listening to Blaise laughing and morning over the transformations of their fellow students, he noticed the Hall get eerily quiet. Looking up his gaze landed in the direction of the doors.
A girl with her nose in a book had shuffled in. Then like a flash, she transformed.
Her height grew another half a foot to maybe 5"6. Her wild hair grew darker and had red and gold flecks weaved through it, and he even spotted a braid underneath the curls that had a gold feather dangling from it. Her chest had grown a cup size so that her shirt now strained against her breasts and the buttons looked fit to pop off. Her hips had expanded as well, giving her an hourglass figure. Previously she had looked skinny, but now she had filled out into her curves, and her legs looked toned and slightly muscular. The sleeves of her shirt were bunched up and Draco could make out a gold tattoo peeking out on her forearm.
She carried on walking, seemingly unaware of the change, and the hall waited with bated breath to see which house she belonged to. For a clue to who she was. Unfortunately, she sat down at the Gryffindor table and still hadn't lowered her book. Potter must have said something to her because finally, she put her book down.
Even after all the changes, her eyes were the most shocking. Whiskey coloured, but with gold flecks that seemed to make them glow, even from across the Great Hall.
She quickly rose and practically ran from the great hall, as the noise suddenly rose to discuss her.
It wasn't until Potter stood up and shouted that everyone realised who she was.
"Hermione come back!"
