Chapter 6
"Hey, Eve..." Hissed a female voice from the shadows. Eve Studt pushed a black curl behind her ear and paused. "Come here!" The voice demanded more urgently. A perfectly manicured hand reached out and pulled Eve behind a stone statue. It was Pansy Parkinson.
"What?" Eve growled, dusting off her black robes with a pale hand. Pansy raised an eyebrow. "Don't take that tone with me. Expecially since I know a little bit of information that can set you on the right tract to kidnapping that filthy mudblood." Pansy shot back. Eve's expression softened and she waiting for Pansy to continue. Pansy's pug like face was spread into a wicked grin.
"If I tell you what I know, you've got to get Draki- Draco to like me once more, clear?" Pansy asked, her lip curling. Eve put a hand on her hips and flashed Pansy a faked smile. "Crystal." Eve waited impatiently but Pansy finally continued after making sure no one could see them.
"Mudblood Granger's been sneaking into the broken girls' restroom on the third floor. You know, the one that uber dike ghost haunts," Pansy cleared her throat and continued. "Well, I was spying on her one day and I saw her drink a concoction that looked a lot like puke. She drank it and I saw her turn into Morgan Taylor! That's why you haven't been able to find her to kidnap her!"
Eve's head snapped up when she heard this news. "Morgan...?" Eve asked, looking unsure. "Blonde girl," Pansy eyed Eve, who shook her head. "Gryffindor," Eve still stared at her blankly. "She has a bit of a bad attitude," Pansy threw her hands in the air when Eve still said nothing.
"Weasley's girlfriend!" Pansy shot out angrily. "Ah!" Eve cried quietly, finally nodding. "Ron's or Ginny's?" Pansy put a hand over her mouth to stiffle her laughter. Eve grinned wickedly. "Anyway, if you see this Morgan chick with out Weasley -" Pansy began. Eve really looked dumbfounded.
"Really, Ron or Ginny's?" Pansy ignored her. "If you see her with out Ron, then kidnap her! 'Cause it's Mudblood!" Pansy said, rubbing her hands together evilly. Eve and Pansy did an evil "Muahahaha!" laugh together for two minutes or so, then the wand on the statue in front of them fell off and clattered to the floor.
* * *
"Don't worry, Harry," Hermione said, taking a swig from the flask filled with a sickening looking concoction. "Polyjuce yummies." He said sarcastically as she dropped the flask. It bounced on the stone floor and rolled under one of the restroom stalls. Harry watched in awe as Hermione's bushy brunette hair became instantly silky and blonde. Her body became more curvy, and pretty soon, an exact replica of Morgan was standing before him.
"Wow!" Harry said, eyeing Hermione. She glared and crossed her arms over her chest. "How do you know you wont run into the real Morgan?" He asked curiously. Hermione stared up at him through her now pale green eyes and grinned maliciously.
"That's where you come in, Harry." She began washing her hands in the sink. "You must stay in the common room to keep Morgan and Ron occupied." She said simply. Harry nodded. That couldn't be too difficult. Hermione admired her reflection for a second, then glared at it. "I hate you," She told herself, a smirk playing on her now glossy lips.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Okay, Morgan, get out of here. I'm going to the common room." He said, moving the cauldron and the other dirty flashs out of his way. Myrtle giggled from the top of the sinks. "Leaving so soon?" She asked, waving at Harry. Harry smiled sheepishly and walked out of the girls' lavotry, Hermione leaving after him.
Later, Harry sat near the fireplace, watching Ron tell Ginny and Danielle jokes. Morgan hadn't been at the common room, outside, or at the great hall. Harry slid off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He was beginning to feel quite tired. Maybe just a little nap would be fine. He lay his head on the arm rest and a few seconds later he was out like a bulb.
"Harry! Oh my gosh!" Called a distant voice. It was Hermione's. His eyes fluttered open, and Hermione was standing over him, breathing heavily. The common room was empty now and the sky outside was a dark navy color. He must've been asleep longer than he'd anticipated.
"She's gone! Eve kidnapped the wrong person! Morgan was at the library and Eve kidnapped her! I told you to watch her, Harry!" Hermione shrieked. Harry sat up, alert. "She wasn't here! I looked for her!" Harry protested. Hermione placed her hands on her hips. "Now what?" She asked, her tone cold.
"What if they hurt her?" Harry asked, his expression worried. Hermione's shoulders slumped. "They wont," She assured him. "Not if they think she's me. And if they're smart they'd know that I'm a genuis and think that maybe - just maybe - I'd bewitched the potion to last longer than an hour."
"But if they don't think you're that smart?" Harry asked. Hermione lowered her gaze, as if ashamed. "I don't want to know what the out come may be." She said quietly. Harry ran a hand through his hair and stared at the flickering flames inside of the fireplace. He really needed to talk to Draco, and soon. He stood up from the chair and hurried towards the portrait hole.
"Where do you think you're going?" Hermione called. "I need to find out more from Draco." Harry said quickly. Deep down inside, Harry didn't believe a word Malfoy said. Deep down inside, he hated Malfoy, just like before. But also, deep down inside, he liked the person he had come to know - even if it wasn't the real Draco.
"Looking for me?" Draco asked, standing at the bottom of the staircase. Harry trudged down the stone steps and glanced up. About five staircases moved above and the torches gleamed, casting a dim glow about the corridors. Harry nodded when he reached the bottom. Maybe he could trick Draco.
"Hermione's gone." Harry said, staring at Draco blankly. Draco nodded. "I know, father's got her. Those flasks and that cauldron we saw - it belonged to her. She's been turning into Morgan Taylor for a while now." Harry pretended to be shocked. "I don't understand why. How could she know she was going to be kidnapped?"
Draco smirked faintly and leaned against the banister, his blonde hair catching the torch light. "They know it's her, Harry. They wont do anything to her - yet." Draco said coolly. Harry clenched his fists, but kept them at his side. He didn't know what to think of Draco any more. His vision blurred as he forced his eyes to stay open so he could stare at the wall beside Draco.
With out warning, Draco pounced on Harry and engaged him in a long, passionate kiss.
* * *
"Where are you taking me?" Morgan cried out, struggling to break free from the snakes coiled around her wrists. Her untiny blonde hair flew everywhere as she jerked around. "Stop it or I'll kill you now, Mudblood." A voice hissed into her ear. Morgan's blood ran cold but she stood still and allowed the person to push her forwards. From what Morgan could see, they were in a dark passageway.
Morgan paused and hoped that she might be able to catch a glimpse of the surrounding area. The person behind her ran into her with a thump. "Keep your skinny arse moving." The deadly voice hissed once again. Morgan shuddered; the farther they walked the colder it got.
The figure behind her stopped her suddenly, kicked the stone wall to the left, which opened to reveal a room, and pushed Morgan inside of it. Morgan managed to see a flash of pale skin from the slit in the sleeve of the black cloak. The figure muttered the word "Mudblood" before closing the door to the room. Mudblood? Morgan thought suspiciously. Morgan was a pureblood.
* * *
"You got her?" Pansy asked Draco the next morning. His head whipped up from his little black book and he glared. "I got who?" He asked curiously. Pansy put a hand on her hip and smirked at him sheepishly. "M-u-d-b-l-o-o-d," She spelled out slowly. Draco closed his little black book and stared at her.
"How do you know?" He asked, feeling annoyed. "Did you forget that my family is involved in the plan as well?" She asked coldly. Truth be told, Draco had completely forgotten about everyone excpet for Potter in the last hour. "No, I just forgot about you." He responded coolly, walking over to the other table.
Pansy stood and followed him. "Don't you want me?" She cooed. "No, not really." Draco replied, becoming really annoyed now. He stood up again and went to the table on the other side of the room. Pansy went to follow, but he stopped her by aiming his wand at her.
"Don't bother me, Pansy." He said, sliding his wand into his cloak pocket. Pansy's lower lip trembled, but she made a rude hand gesture in his direction, and stomped towards the girls dormitory. "Draco," Called a voice behind him. Stacy Williams was plopped onto the leather couch, a grin on her face. "I thought I told you not to go see your daddy in Hogsmeade," She said, her voice quiet.
Draco smoothed his hair down and peered at her through his cloudy gray eyes. Her auburn hair was pulled into a bun and she was wearing a red and black plaid shirt with a fishnet top. "What makes you think I did?" He asked silkily. Stacy raised an eyebrow. "I may be just some nosy Slytherin, Draco," She said, her voice low. "But I'm not stupid."
"I did meet him, but thats all your getting out of me." Draco said finally. She stared at him suspiciously, then left the room. Draco felt a headache coming on. He buried his face in his hands and closed his eyes tightly. Every time he closed his eyes, a mental image of Harry floated into his mind. He didn't want to like Potter at all. He hated Potter - well, he wanted to.
Draco felt anger surge through him but he remained silent. Why, he thought. Why do I love Harry? This sudden thought made him go numb. He had thought the word love. He couldn't love Harry Potter. He just couldn't. He gathered his books and made way for the boys dormitory. "It's forbidden," Mairead whispered from across the room. The words sounded as if she had shouted them, though. He black waist length hair swayed and she winked at him, then she turned back to Shea Mui.
There had to be something more about Mairead O'Leary and her sister, Riley.
* * *
Ron glared at Hermione, then focused his gaze on the lake outside the window. Hermione groaned and twisted a strand of hair. "It wasn't my fault!" She said, sounding furious. Ron continued to ignore her, so finally, she gathered her school bag and made way for the portrait hole. "I'm going to meet Mairead, I'll be back later." She said specifically to Harry.
"Now you're hanging out with Slytherins?" Ron cried as she walked out, a mixture of terror and disgust in his voice. "She's hanging out with Slytherins!" Ron told Harry, who prepared himself for what was coming. "She never liked Morgan. Never. Just like her to make a potion and do something to get her kidnapped!" Ron's face was nearly as red as his hair.
"Ron," Harry said, finally getting angry. "It was not her fault. And you know it isn't like her to do this!" Ron opened his mouth as to say something, but he crossed his arms over his chest. "Taking her side, eh?" Ron asked through gritted teeth. Harry glared. "She didn't do anything wrong." Ron rolled his eyes and cursed.
"How would you feel if -" Harry cut him off. "We're going to find her, but would you stop being an arse and act like a friend?" He snapped. Danielle hurried up to them before Ron could say anything in response.
"I've figured out why Angelina's been so touchy lately." She said in a rush. She was wearing a black and white plaid matching outfit today. "Why?" Harry asked, not really caring.
"Katie Bell," Danielle said, talking fast. "Angelina was dating Oliver Wood, the old captain, and Katie Bell kissed him. Oliver'll be at the game next week, so Angelina wants the team to win to make her look better!" Ron exchanged glances with Harry. "Oliver and Angelina...?" Ron asked, looking shocked. Harry looked stricken as well.
"I know, I didn't even see it coming." Danielle said coolly, combing her fingers through her auburn hair. "So, she's using us?" Ron asked. Danielle frowned and shrugged. "We've been working our asses off so she can look good for Oliver?" Harry asked. Danielle nodded. "I guess."
Harry glared and began to think hard. Suddenly, he stood up and ran from the room; he knew where Morgan was being held hostage.
"Hey, Eve..." Hissed a female voice from the shadows. Eve Studt pushed a black curl behind her ear and paused. "Come here!" The voice demanded more urgently. A perfectly manicured hand reached out and pulled Eve behind a stone statue. It was Pansy Parkinson.
"What?" Eve growled, dusting off her black robes with a pale hand. Pansy raised an eyebrow. "Don't take that tone with me. Expecially since I know a little bit of information that can set you on the right tract to kidnapping that filthy mudblood." Pansy shot back. Eve's expression softened and she waiting for Pansy to continue. Pansy's pug like face was spread into a wicked grin.
"If I tell you what I know, you've got to get Draki- Draco to like me once more, clear?" Pansy asked, her lip curling. Eve put a hand on her hips and flashed Pansy a faked smile. "Crystal." Eve waited impatiently but Pansy finally continued after making sure no one could see them.
"Mudblood Granger's been sneaking into the broken girls' restroom on the third floor. You know, the one that uber dike ghost haunts," Pansy cleared her throat and continued. "Well, I was spying on her one day and I saw her drink a concoction that looked a lot like puke. She drank it and I saw her turn into Morgan Taylor! That's why you haven't been able to find her to kidnap her!"
Eve's head snapped up when she heard this news. "Morgan...?" Eve asked, looking unsure. "Blonde girl," Pansy eyed Eve, who shook her head. "Gryffindor," Eve still stared at her blankly. "She has a bit of a bad attitude," Pansy threw her hands in the air when Eve still said nothing.
"Weasley's girlfriend!" Pansy shot out angrily. "Ah!" Eve cried quietly, finally nodding. "Ron's or Ginny's?" Pansy put a hand over her mouth to stiffle her laughter. Eve grinned wickedly. "Anyway, if you see this Morgan chick with out Weasley -" Pansy began. Eve really looked dumbfounded.
"Really, Ron or Ginny's?" Pansy ignored her. "If you see her with out Ron, then kidnap her! 'Cause it's Mudblood!" Pansy said, rubbing her hands together evilly. Eve and Pansy did an evil "Muahahaha!" laugh together for two minutes or so, then the wand on the statue in front of them fell off and clattered to the floor.
* * *
"Don't worry, Harry," Hermione said, taking a swig from the flask filled with a sickening looking concoction. "Polyjuce yummies." He said sarcastically as she dropped the flask. It bounced on the stone floor and rolled under one of the restroom stalls. Harry watched in awe as Hermione's bushy brunette hair became instantly silky and blonde. Her body became more curvy, and pretty soon, an exact replica of Morgan was standing before him.
"Wow!" Harry said, eyeing Hermione. She glared and crossed her arms over her chest. "How do you know you wont run into the real Morgan?" He asked curiously. Hermione stared up at him through her now pale green eyes and grinned maliciously.
"That's where you come in, Harry." She began washing her hands in the sink. "You must stay in the common room to keep Morgan and Ron occupied." She said simply. Harry nodded. That couldn't be too difficult. Hermione admired her reflection for a second, then glared at it. "I hate you," She told herself, a smirk playing on her now glossy lips.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Okay, Morgan, get out of here. I'm going to the common room." He said, moving the cauldron and the other dirty flashs out of his way. Myrtle giggled from the top of the sinks. "Leaving so soon?" She asked, waving at Harry. Harry smiled sheepishly and walked out of the girls' lavotry, Hermione leaving after him.
Later, Harry sat near the fireplace, watching Ron tell Ginny and Danielle jokes. Morgan hadn't been at the common room, outside, or at the great hall. Harry slid off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. He was beginning to feel quite tired. Maybe just a little nap would be fine. He lay his head on the arm rest and a few seconds later he was out like a bulb.
"Harry! Oh my gosh!" Called a distant voice. It was Hermione's. His eyes fluttered open, and Hermione was standing over him, breathing heavily. The common room was empty now and the sky outside was a dark navy color. He must've been asleep longer than he'd anticipated.
"She's gone! Eve kidnapped the wrong person! Morgan was at the library and Eve kidnapped her! I told you to watch her, Harry!" Hermione shrieked. Harry sat up, alert. "She wasn't here! I looked for her!" Harry protested. Hermione placed her hands on her hips. "Now what?" She asked, her tone cold.
"What if they hurt her?" Harry asked, his expression worried. Hermione's shoulders slumped. "They wont," She assured him. "Not if they think she's me. And if they're smart they'd know that I'm a genuis and think that maybe - just maybe - I'd bewitched the potion to last longer than an hour."
"But if they don't think you're that smart?" Harry asked. Hermione lowered her gaze, as if ashamed. "I don't want to know what the out come may be." She said quietly. Harry ran a hand through his hair and stared at the flickering flames inside of the fireplace. He really needed to talk to Draco, and soon. He stood up from the chair and hurried towards the portrait hole.
"Where do you think you're going?" Hermione called. "I need to find out more from Draco." Harry said quickly. Deep down inside, Harry didn't believe a word Malfoy said. Deep down inside, he hated Malfoy, just like before. But also, deep down inside, he liked the person he had come to know - even if it wasn't the real Draco.
"Looking for me?" Draco asked, standing at the bottom of the staircase. Harry trudged down the stone steps and glanced up. About five staircases moved above and the torches gleamed, casting a dim glow about the corridors. Harry nodded when he reached the bottom. Maybe he could trick Draco.
"Hermione's gone." Harry said, staring at Draco blankly. Draco nodded. "I know, father's got her. Those flasks and that cauldron we saw - it belonged to her. She's been turning into Morgan Taylor for a while now." Harry pretended to be shocked. "I don't understand why. How could she know she was going to be kidnapped?"
Draco smirked faintly and leaned against the banister, his blonde hair catching the torch light. "They know it's her, Harry. They wont do anything to her - yet." Draco said coolly. Harry clenched his fists, but kept them at his side. He didn't know what to think of Draco any more. His vision blurred as he forced his eyes to stay open so he could stare at the wall beside Draco.
With out warning, Draco pounced on Harry and engaged him in a long, passionate kiss.
* * *
"Where are you taking me?" Morgan cried out, struggling to break free from the snakes coiled around her wrists. Her untiny blonde hair flew everywhere as she jerked around. "Stop it or I'll kill you now, Mudblood." A voice hissed into her ear. Morgan's blood ran cold but she stood still and allowed the person to push her forwards. From what Morgan could see, they were in a dark passageway.
Morgan paused and hoped that she might be able to catch a glimpse of the surrounding area. The person behind her ran into her with a thump. "Keep your skinny arse moving." The deadly voice hissed once again. Morgan shuddered; the farther they walked the colder it got.
The figure behind her stopped her suddenly, kicked the stone wall to the left, which opened to reveal a room, and pushed Morgan inside of it. Morgan managed to see a flash of pale skin from the slit in the sleeve of the black cloak. The figure muttered the word "Mudblood" before closing the door to the room. Mudblood? Morgan thought suspiciously. Morgan was a pureblood.
* * *
"You got her?" Pansy asked Draco the next morning. His head whipped up from his little black book and he glared. "I got who?" He asked curiously. Pansy put a hand on her hip and smirked at him sheepishly. "M-u-d-b-l-o-o-d," She spelled out slowly. Draco closed his little black book and stared at her.
"How do you know?" He asked, feeling annoyed. "Did you forget that my family is involved in the plan as well?" She asked coldly. Truth be told, Draco had completely forgotten about everyone excpet for Potter in the last hour. "No, I just forgot about you." He responded coolly, walking over to the other table.
Pansy stood and followed him. "Don't you want me?" She cooed. "No, not really." Draco replied, becoming really annoyed now. He stood up again and went to the table on the other side of the room. Pansy went to follow, but he stopped her by aiming his wand at her.
"Don't bother me, Pansy." He said, sliding his wand into his cloak pocket. Pansy's lower lip trembled, but she made a rude hand gesture in his direction, and stomped towards the girls dormitory. "Draco," Called a voice behind him. Stacy Williams was plopped onto the leather couch, a grin on her face. "I thought I told you not to go see your daddy in Hogsmeade," She said, her voice quiet.
Draco smoothed his hair down and peered at her through his cloudy gray eyes. Her auburn hair was pulled into a bun and she was wearing a red and black plaid shirt with a fishnet top. "What makes you think I did?" He asked silkily. Stacy raised an eyebrow. "I may be just some nosy Slytherin, Draco," She said, her voice low. "But I'm not stupid."
"I did meet him, but thats all your getting out of me." Draco said finally. She stared at him suspiciously, then left the room. Draco felt a headache coming on. He buried his face in his hands and closed his eyes tightly. Every time he closed his eyes, a mental image of Harry floated into his mind. He didn't want to like Potter at all. He hated Potter - well, he wanted to.
Draco felt anger surge through him but he remained silent. Why, he thought. Why do I love Harry? This sudden thought made him go numb. He had thought the word love. He couldn't love Harry Potter. He just couldn't. He gathered his books and made way for the boys dormitory. "It's forbidden," Mairead whispered from across the room. The words sounded as if she had shouted them, though. He black waist length hair swayed and she winked at him, then she turned back to Shea Mui.
There had to be something more about Mairead O'Leary and her sister, Riley.
* * *
Ron glared at Hermione, then focused his gaze on the lake outside the window. Hermione groaned and twisted a strand of hair. "It wasn't my fault!" She said, sounding furious. Ron continued to ignore her, so finally, she gathered her school bag and made way for the portrait hole. "I'm going to meet Mairead, I'll be back later." She said specifically to Harry.
"Now you're hanging out with Slytherins?" Ron cried as she walked out, a mixture of terror and disgust in his voice. "She's hanging out with Slytherins!" Ron told Harry, who prepared himself for what was coming. "She never liked Morgan. Never. Just like her to make a potion and do something to get her kidnapped!" Ron's face was nearly as red as his hair.
"Ron," Harry said, finally getting angry. "It was not her fault. And you know it isn't like her to do this!" Ron opened his mouth as to say something, but he crossed his arms over his chest. "Taking her side, eh?" Ron asked through gritted teeth. Harry glared. "She didn't do anything wrong." Ron rolled his eyes and cursed.
"How would you feel if -" Harry cut him off. "We're going to find her, but would you stop being an arse and act like a friend?" He snapped. Danielle hurried up to them before Ron could say anything in response.
"I've figured out why Angelina's been so touchy lately." She said in a rush. She was wearing a black and white plaid matching outfit today. "Why?" Harry asked, not really caring.
"Katie Bell," Danielle said, talking fast. "Angelina was dating Oliver Wood, the old captain, and Katie Bell kissed him. Oliver'll be at the game next week, so Angelina wants the team to win to make her look better!" Ron exchanged glances with Harry. "Oliver and Angelina...?" Ron asked, looking shocked. Harry looked stricken as well.
"I know, I didn't even see it coming." Danielle said coolly, combing her fingers through her auburn hair. "So, she's using us?" Ron asked. Danielle frowned and shrugged. "We've been working our asses off so she can look good for Oliver?" Harry asked. Danielle nodded. "I guess."
Harry glared and began to think hard. Suddenly, he stood up and ran from the room; he knew where Morgan was being held hostage.