Author's Note: Draco isn't a total brat. And Pansy isn't completely cruel.

Chapter Two: Potterhead was Polyjuiced

Draco Malfoy sat at his regular seat at the Slytherin table, and his colleagues at his table greeted him as per normal: either with silent nods or sucking-up gestures. Draco ignored both and sent a nasty look towards Harry Potter. Potter's gaze did not waver. Draco growled into his throat, refusing to let the scar-head bother him.

But when Draco sent his nastiest sneer at Potter, he knew something wasn't right. Instead of anger boiling in Potter's eyes, the boy had the audacity to grin. And it wasn't even Potter's annoying shy grin, this grin screamed mischief all the way.

And being a Slytherin, Draco knew a thing or two about mischief.

Draco leaned forward, lips forming a deep frown. Potter definitely wasn't himself.

Not only was the grin off, but the eyes too. They were green, but somehow the emotions inside were all off.

Those eyes were twinkling with mirth, a secret joke that threatened to make Draco livid without words.

Draco rolled his eyes, 'Some fool is playing with Polyjuice.'

Not that Draco cared if Potter-Head was being replaced. But how could Draco turn away when those eyes were staring at him without shame. They usually reserved that look for his Griffindor friends. Surely someone else must notice.

But no one did notice, Potter continued to look at Draco with those same eyes and grin that way. They weren't unpleasant… just unnerving.

But Draco shouldn't be able to get unnerved. He should be able to resist those eyes… They weren't even Potter's real eyes, just some powerful Polyjuice potion at work.

Draco was almost grateful when he felt a hand on his arm, tugging gently.

The blonde's head snapped to the face, and met Pansy Parkinson's deep concerned eyes. Her bob hair hung messily that day, a pleasant change but a minor one nonetheless. Only Draco knew the meaning behind her messy hair, and he really didn't want to think about who was behind. So he purposely ignored Blaise while he spoke with Pansy.

"Draco," she began, voice soft in a way only her friends heard, "Are you okay? You're getting red."

Draco froze, but only then did he become aware of his heated cheeks. Draco shrugged it off, his face quickly slipping into a careless mask.

Pansy smiled gently, but did not let go of Draco's hands, "What is it this time?"

If it were anyone else, Draco would have pushed their hand away and embarrass them publicly. But this was Pansy, one of the only girls in the school who didn't truly hate him or crush on him or that he had awkwardly friend-zoned.

This was Pansy, the girl who had grown to become his sister since childhood. The girl he had learned to trust so much that many people mistook their love-hate relationship as a literal relationship. Her teasing nature was annoying, and at times he feared for his sanity, but she remained a close friend. The kind of girl he took as back-up dates because no girl ever caught his interest for more than a weekend.

Said girl still waited for an answer. And Draco simply didn't want to lie.

He murmured lowly, but his disgust was prominent, "Potter."

Her smile was evident even though her face didn't show it, "Again?"

Draco nodded, and opened his mouth but she cut him off, "Draco, Potter isn't even at the table and your thoughts are on him."

Draco opened his mouth in protest, but when his eyes lifted to the Griffindor table, the Boy-Who-Lived had disappeared.

Draco frowned deeply again, 'The Polyjuice must have worn off.'

And after another second of silence, Draco allowed Pansy to pull him into a rather appealing conversation about the latest Quidditch game that had a marvelous story behind its quick end.

Author's Note: Hmm... who else had green eyes and might be prone to using magic? Any guesses? ;)