A/N: Well, I promised another for tonight, so here it is! Answers to last chappies questions are..er..here! And please bear with me if everything isn't exactly as it would be in the books...I realize some things would take longer to get done, and that even in Harry Potter's book it would be physically impossible to prepare a--er..well, just finish the chappie.
: Believe it or not, J.K. Rowling is NOT the only brilliant minded woman on this planet.
Draco didn't really know why he did what he did, but he had. No matter how much he tried to reason with himself, it always seemed fishy. Come on, Draco, you know you'd feel guilty if you hadn't. You'd know it was your fault. And besides, Gryffindor really does need her. It makes the games more interesting! Draco had stolen a pre-made vial of the needed potion from the Professor's office and stolen the proper attire before visiting the girl in the Hospital Wing for the final ingredient.
Draco had indeed meant it when he said that Gryffindor needed her talent. As much as it pained him to admit it, she really was a skilled flier. He just hoped nobody would suspect.
Draco decided to do it in the prefect's bathroom several minutes before the redhead would be due on the field. Pulling the long, flaming, crimson strands of hair from his pocket, he added it to the bubbling potion, before grimacing and taking a sip. Almost immediately he felt the effects of the Polyjuice potion. He felt his body shrinking and his hair getting longer. When he looked in the mirror, he saw not Draco Malfoy's face, but the face of none other than Ginny Weasley. She so owes me--I don't even know why I'm doing this for her! Thankfully we already had ours.. Draco quickly slipped into Gryffindor robes before heading out to the broom shed.
Draco started to reach for his broom, but paused when a girl called out to him.
"What're you doing? You do know that's the git's broom, right?"
"Huh? Oh..er.." He glanced down at his outstretched hand. Be nice--that's her friend. Act like Ginny. Oh, bloody hell. This'll be impossible Clearing his throat, he spoke, somewhat surprised to hear a feminine voice rather than his own harsh one. "I was just..admiring it. It must be really fast." He forced a smile. Oh, God. Save me.
The girl sighed. "Come on. Here's your broom." Draco took it, happy for this stroke of luck.
"Come on, you two! Tryouts have begun!" Draco saw the Weasel. Gritting his teeth, he smiled what he hoped looked to be a friendly grin.
The two hovered off to the side, waiting for their turn. "Come on, Luca, you're up next." Draco watched the Gryffindor next to him fly off. So that's her name. I'll have to remember that one..
"Ginny Weasley."
Draco stared off absent mindedly.
"GINNY WEASLEY! GET OUT HERE!" Draco turned to the voice, and realized he was supposed to be her. Mentally hitting himself, he shot off.
"Alright, Ginny, you know the drill. Get the Quaffle through the hoops as many times as you can, getting past the 'other team'." Draco nodded, grabbing the Quaffle from the girl infront of her. Swerving right and left and then right again, he made it to he hoops, feinted right and shot it through the left hoop. This isn't that hard, Draco thought. Soon he found himself showing off a bit, and was rather reluctant to stop when the whistle blew.
The players were asked to hang around the field for a few minutes while Potter looked over the scores. Draco stood with Luca the whole time.
"I thought you were in the Hospital Wing!"
"Oh..er..Madam Pomfrey let me out for this." Draco answered her quickly before looking at Potter. Finally, the git looked up and walked over.
"Alright, I'm posting this in the changing rooms. Congratulations."
Draco hung back and walked slowly towards the tent. Sighing when he reached it, he entered. Here goes.. There were lots of squeals and disappointed groans, but Draco moved swiftly to the wall, and began scanning the list. Smirking when he saw the name, he turned. She owes me. Draco wasn't about to let the idea that the girl would've made the team with her flying instead of him come into his head. There was no way he wanted to think about that.
Suddenly, he felt himself growing taller. Uh-oh! Running back to the castle in a mad dash, his hair was blonde by the time he got to the bathroom. Thankfully, he hadn't run into anyone.
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The next day, Draco had been looking for a book he needed in Charms when he saw the redhead come in. She looked rather distressed. Watching her from between the shelves, he saw the crazy Ravenclaw and Luca sit across from her. Moving up a bit, he leaned in to listen to their conversation. He smirked when he heard it was about her--well, his flying. After the two left, he couldn't help himself. He walked up behind her and spoke.
The Weaselette turned to him, eyes flashing. Draco smirked, leaning lazily on a nearby shelf.
"What are you playing at, Malfoy?" She asked warily.
"I'm not playing at anything. Who's to say you're not the one playing something?"
"I think you know bloody well that I never tried out for the team. It's your fault I couldn't!" Her voice was rising. Sensing something he didn't want to get into arising, he straightened up.
"And my fault that you did make it." Draco turned and exited the library, leaving her to gape at him.
A/N: Well, I don't think it's as well written as I would have hoped, but here it is. It's late, and I DID promise this chapter, so you got it! And again, back to the technical difficulties. How could Snape just HAPPEN to have Polyjuice potion? Well, dearies, like I said in the last chappie, it turned out different than planned, so I had to change this, too. R&R!