A/N: Written for the Houses Competition, Slytherin House.
Category: Short Prompt: [First Line] It was just for one night after all. Word Count: 613
AU After the Final Battle. In this fic Hermione and Draco are in a relationship in the year following Voldemort's defeat.
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It was just for one night after all. Pansy tilted the potions vial in her hand, the greyish liquid sloshing around inside it. One night where she could see what it was like to the darling of the wizarding world. Just a single night to have Draco look at her with true affection in his eyes, and let her have a taste of what should always have been hers. After the war, Draco had walked away from her entirely, refusing to even look at her. She'd always loved him and known that he was her ticket to higher society. While the Parkinsons were Sacred Twenty-Eight, they were not exactly swimming in galleons. A good marriage had been necessary, and she'd spent six years digging her claws into Draco, only to lose him to a bushy-haired, buck-toothed, know-it-all with less fashion sense in her whole body than Pansy had in a single finger. It wasn't fair!
Pansy took a deep breath, added the curly hair to the vial, and then drank the vile concoction down. The taste reminded her of the smell of musty old books, and she gagged as she struggled to swallow it all. Theo had promised her this version of polyjuice would last a full nine hours. Long enough to walk a proverbial mile in Granger's shoes.
A ripple started in her gut and she lurched forward, grabbing the edge of the vanity as the transformation took hold. Her short black bob lengthened, curled, and became uncontrollable chestnut curls. Her body shifted into a new shape and when the sensations finally settled, Pansy opened her eyes to stare at the mirror. It was Hermione Granger's face starting back at her and she had to fight the urge to sneer. What Draco saw in her, she'd never know.
She flicked her wand over the dress and fitted it to the bookworm's slender figure. It was a very strange sensation, wearing someone else's skin. Quickly, Pansy checked the closet where Granger was currently tucked away. What a shame that she was going to miss receiving her Order of Merlin tonight. A dark smile flitted across her lips as she closed and warded the door. Someone would find her tomorrow, eventually.
Pansy finished putting the finishing touches on her make-up, idly thinking that Granger really should thank her. The mudblood had never looked this good, and the photo ops tonight would be epic. Blotting her lipstick and casting a charm over everything to keep it fresh and crisp all night, Pansy winked at herself in the mirror before heading out of the Prefect's bathroom.
Everyone loved to call her stupid, but Pansy was a lot smarter than she let on. Wizards didn't like smart-mouthed witches, or at least that was what her mother had always said. She played the simpering girl so well, that everyone thought that was all she was. Well, tonight she was going to have a little bit of fun at the clever mudblood's expense, and take plenty of enjoyment from robbing her of tonight.
Pansy's heels rang off the stone as she made her way down to the Entrance Hall, joining the other students that were going to the Ministry Gala tonight. Draco came forward to meet her, offering her his hand with a smile that would melt any witch into a puddle at his feet. She didn't blame Granger of course, but she did blame the direly handsome blonde pressing a kiss to her hand.
"You look beautiful tonight," Draco said softly.
"I know," Pansy replied, giving him a flirty little smile. Oh, she was going to have so much fun tonight. It really was a pity it was just for tonight, but one night would have to be enough.