The Reveal.

Draco got to his feet and walked unsteadily over to the mirror that hung in one corner. He paused, feet from it. He touched the long, somewhat unruly auburn curls that hung from his head. He blinked.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?" Hermione whispered back.

"Something went wrong with the Polyjuice potion," Draco replied, his voice flat as he stared at himself in the mirror.

"Yes," Hermione agreed, her hand over her mouth.

Draco turned. "I look like you."

Hermione nodded silently.

"I was supposed to turn out as Professor McGonagall," Draco explained in a slow, enunciated voice, as if talking to a child.

"Yes."

Draco turned back to the mirror, slowly touching his newly transformed face.

"Something must have gone wrong! One of my hairs must have gotten in somehow," Hermione fretted. "I'm always messing this up!"

"I thought you said this was easy," Draco remarked in his old sarcastic drawl.

"Well, I meant, I've made it before. Brewing it isn't hard. I'm always getting the hairs mixed up though."

Draco nodded. "I guess."

Hermione sighed. "Well, it's still a disguise. I mean, you can still slip past the Death Eaters looking like me."

"Possibly. You're a Mud, er, Muggleborn. Oh, if father saw me now, in the skin of a Mudblood," Draco exclaimed. "Death Eaters would be happy to torture you as much as me, being that you aren't a pureblood."

"Here, I can just add the right hair this time," Hermione said. "I must have dropped it."

"And one of yours fell in? You need a haircut," Draco remarked.

Hermione gave him an icy glare. "Find the McGonagall hair for me. It must be on the floor someplace. I'll make up another glass."

"No way, I'm not taking another worthless potion. You try it first, and see if it works," Draco demanded.

"Okay, fine," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Luckily I have a few other sample hairs." She scooped out some more potion into a clean glass. "Find that hair yet?"

"Yes," Draco answered, holding up his hand. He dropped it into the glass, and they both watched the glass swirl into a deep emerald green.

"Doesn't smell so bad, in any case," Hermione announced. She bit her lip and braced herself for the awful taste.

Instantly the pain hit. She felt incredibly nauseous and sat down heavily, holding her stomach and covering her mouth. "Ugh."

Draco grinned. "Now you know what I felt like." He ignored her sharp look and ran his hands through her hair sympathetically.

Hermione gulped for air as the pain begin to subside. She struggled to stand, and met Draco's disbelieving eyes.

"What? Oh, Merlin's sake, don't tell me..." She stomped over to the mirror and swore.

"I put the right hair in it," Draco said defensively. "It was blond, McGonagall is blond."

"McGonagall is a brunette," Hermione practically screamed. "How can you not notice that? Don't you sit in her class every day?"

"It's not like I pay attention," Draco remarked.

Hermione found it maddening to be smirked at by her own face. Her eyes shot daggers at Draco.

"Obviously, for some reason, I'm not supposed to do this. The potion has failed, twice," Draco said. "I think we need to come up with a new plan."

"It's not my fault that it didn't work," Hermione exclaimed. She noticed the mischievous flicker in Draco's eyes. "You put the wrong hair in on purpose."

Draco shrugged. "No I didn't, it was an accident. I can't say I'm not pleased about it. I didn't want to leave now, not like this."

"Not now? What do you mean?" Hermione said, furious. She glanced down at the floor and noticed something about herself. There was a mysterious bulge in the front of the black skirt she was wearing.

"Oh, marvelous Draco, now I have a penis!" Hermione shrieked, pointing.

Draco burst out into hysterical laughter, practically screaming with it. Hermione continued to give him murderous looks until he got himself under control, although he continued to snort.

"Look, this stuff, it only lasts what, an hour? We can just sit in here until it wears off and then get on with life."

Hermione crossed her arms over her now flat chest. "You're right. It's not forever."

Draco stepped back in front of the mirror, his expression suddenly thoughtful.

"You know," he said. "You would be very pretty, if you just made an effort. Since I have your body I'll prove it to you."

"Whatever," Hermione retorted, rolling her eyes.

"I see you understand Malfoy sarcasm," Draco said appreciatively. "Here now, all I need is a little makeup."

An assortment of makeup appeared on the table. It was the room of requirement, after all. Draco beamed and selected a bright red tube of lipstick.

"This will brighten you face so wonderfully," he remarked, twisting the tube open and raising the product to his lips.

Hermione watched him, seething, as he applied lipstick, eyeshadow and an assortment of Muggle cosmetics. Grudgingly, she had to admit, her face looked a lot better, even if it was on Draco Malfoy.

"There," said Draco proudly when he was finished. He beamed at Hermione, obviously impressed with his own skill.

"All I need now, is something of yours, and I'll be perfect," Draco exclaimed. "Here, hand me your cloak."

Hermione removed her Gryffindor cloak and tossed it over. She was not having near as much fun as Draco. On the contrary she felt mortified. Being around Draco was one thing, being Draco was completely different. She hated the way his limbs moved, and wondered if he would notice that her stomach was not quite as flat as she wanted it to be.

Minutes ticked by, feeling like hours. Finally, Hermione felt herself growing a bit lighter.

"Draco, we're changing back!"

Draco glanced over. "Well, I'll never get to do this any other way." He reached under his shirt and touched the chest that had emerged, thanks to Polyjuice.

"Draco!" Hermione shrieked, flinging a potions text at his head. She had returned to her normal self, although her skirt was a bit stretched out.

Draco was back to usual as well, although there was still lipstick on his lips. Hermione giggled in spite of herself.

"That was weird," she remarked.

"But not all bad," Draco interjected.

"In any case, we should get out of here. It's probably two in the morning already," Hermione speculated.

Draco nodded. "I suppose."

They left the Room of Requirement together after peeking out to check for anyone. The halls were empty.

"Here, you left this," Hermione said, holding out a wand.

"Thanks."

"You left your trunk in there too," she reminded him.

"I know. I was planning on sleeping there tonight, but I'll walk you back to your dorm first."

"You don't have to."

"Yes, I do. You've risked a lot to help me," Draco reminded her, suddenly serious. "I wish that, when I do leave, you could come with me."

"You hate me. I'm not pure blood, remember?" Hermione chided him.

"I never hated you. I liked you. I just never had the guts to tell you. I was a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake, and you're a Mudblood and Potter's friend to boot. I would have been crucified," Draco explained.

"Lumos," Hermione whispered to cover her embarrassment. The wand failed to light. "Lumos, I say!"

Draco looked at her as if she was mad. "What? Oh, Hermione, that's my wand. The cherrywood. This is yours," he said, handing it to her.

"Lumos," Hermione said, flicking her own wand. The tip glowed with sudden light, illuminating the way."Thanks Draco."

They reached Gryffindor tower in a matter of moments. Hermione found herself dreading saying goodbye to Draco. She had never felt so at ease around another person.

Suddenly, Draco stepped forward. He touched Hermione's face, caressing the soft skin.