A month later, Draco looked at the cauldron in disgust. He hoped his mother's essence would look better than this. He dropped the piece of his mother's hair, that he got off his coat, into the cauldron and it turned clear. After he picked up a goblet and scooped up some of the water-like substance, he took three big gulps. It tasted like honey and lemon. Just as soon as Draco put the cup down he felt himself changing, his feet were getting smaller, he was shrinking, and his hair was growing at a rapid rate.
When he felt the changes slow and come to a stop, he reached next to him in the small broom closet and grabbed the clothes he had bought at Hogsmeade. As he walked out, he tested the heels. Why do girls put themselves through this torture? he thought as he tripped down the hallway. If he didn't pull himself together and walk smoothly like his mother, his cover will be broken.
"Hey, you there! Where do you think you are going?" Draco froze as he heard Filch's voice behind him.
Then he remembered that he looked like his mother, so he could tell Filch off without Filch getting angry. Then he swiveled around and began to give Filch a piece of his - his mother's mind. "Is that any of your concern? But if you must know I am going to see my good friend Professor Snape, the headmaster. Now, if you would stop worrying about me and work on actually making sure that this school is safe for my son and his friends, that would be a great improvement."
Filch was stunned, "Righ-right away, madam." He scurried off in the same way he came.
Walking away, Draco smiled to himself. He had just done what every student has wanted to do since their first day at Hogwarts. But as soon as he turned the corner to the corridor to Snape's office his smile faded, Snape was heading towards his office from the other way.
"Severus." Draco called out timidly. Professor Snape looked back at him.
"Narcissa? What are you doing here?" Snape looked confused. "I just saw you at the entrance."