Mistakes and Comforts

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU PUT IN MY POTION?!"

Goyle was shaking in fear. What wrong did he do? He was quite sure that the ingredients were right…

Except for two.

Goyle tried to think of a logical explanation, but found it impossible to do so. "Uh…"

"YOU IDIOT!"

Instead of turning into the Weaselette, he turned into the mudblood. Draco almost killed Goyle with strangulation, if not for Crabbe, who was stronger than him, to get a hold of him. Draco punched and kicked Goyle, who turned into Ginny Weasley. His potion's effect would only last for an hour, while Draco's, for a whole week.

"Now how the hell am I going to go home? Looking like this! The mudlood! For fuck's sake!"

Draco was near hysterics now. It was a good thing they were in the room of requirement. Crabbe and Goyle exchanged sympathetic looks for their leader.

"Fuck!" He kicked the armor in front of him, but it only magically reassembled itself.

He paced back and forth, trying to think of a way to make things work out. There was no way he could change himself back.

After pacing back and forth for almost ten minutes, he finally came up with a solution, which was also his last resort.

"We've got to make the mudblood turn into me."

Hermione rubbed her eyes and sniffed. "I'll be fine now, Gin. You can go to bed. It's already late."

Ginny Weasley looked at the muggle wall clock in front of Hermione's bed. "But it's past our curfew… If I get caught-"

"Oh, I almost forgot. I'll go to the common room with you so you won't get caught."

Ginny smiled, in which Hermione returned. Hermione got her jacket and wand, and the two went outside the Head's common room to the Gryffindor common room.

The Fat Lady was almost hysterical when Hermione woke her up.

"I'm sorry, but I just had to borrow her for a while." She told the Fat Lady. The Fat Lady noticed Hermione's swollen eyes, that for the first time, she actually smiled, albeit sympathetically, to her.

"Password?" The Fat Lady asked as she yawned.

Ginny said the password, and the Fat Lady opened the door, scolding them a little for waking her up at such an hour.

Inside, Ginny hugged her friend one more time.

"Will you be fine? You can sleep with me for the night." She offered Hermione. The older girl gently shook her head.

"No. I'll be fine. You've done enough. Get some sleep. I'll have to pack for tomorrow as well." She lied to her friend. She wiped her tears as she tried to smile.

Ginny squeezed her friend's hand. "The holidays are quick eh? Well, goodnight then Hermione. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Gin."

With that, Hermione left.

A few years back, the hallways scared her, but now, she was used to it, especially when she became Prefect last year, and Head Girl this year. Hermione ran her fingers on the walls as she reached her common room. She murmured the password to the portrait before her and stepped inside. She was thankful that she didn't wake her fellow Head Boy, Theodore Nott. He once told her that his ears were very sensitive, even with the slightest sound.

The truth was, her luggage were all ready. The second truth was, she wanted to stay with the Weasley's, just like she did the previous Christmas holidays. This time, she didn't have a reasonable excuse to not stay at her family's house.

"Listen to me, and make sure you won't mess up this time! Make her drink this first thing tomorrow. I'll have to leave this night to London in order to lessen the trouble you've caused. I'm sure the mublood will be smart enough to figure out what's gone wrong." Draco told Crabbe and Goyle.

Goyle, clearly looking guilty, banged his head on the walls. "Okay. I'm sorry Draco. I really am."

He inhaled deeply, and then exhaled. One of his ways of calming down in situations like this. "Oh shut the bloody hell up. I'm pissed as it is. Go to bed. I'll have to find a way out tonight."

"Okay." Crabbe and Goyle chorused.

Draco waved his hand to halt his boys, and wrote something on a piece of paper, and carefully affixed it with someone else's signature.

"Give this to Snape tomorrow if he looks for me. I'm sure this would be enough to fool him."

"Okay." Crabbe said as Draco handed him the piece of paper.

Draco rubbed his temples. He was going to have a hard week.

"I can't believe I have to live a mudblood's life for a whole week."

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