Chapter 4: The Potion
Harry couldn't think of anything else. Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? The nerve! Harry wanted to crumple up the stupid Maurader's Map, but he didn't think it was a very good idea.
He shook his head. Draco! Draco! Harry rubbed his eyes and crawled out of bed, picking up the cloak and map he had hastily discarded.
It was time to ramsack the potions storeroom. "Lumos!" he whispered. He checked the map; only Mrs. Norris was stirring.
The dim wandlight shined on the glass bottles full of potions. To grow a third leg... to grow long hair... to have blonde hair. Perfect. Now Cho would see that he could be just as good as Malfoy. Now for the blue eyes. Harry quickly left with the two bottles in hand. He put them in his bookbag upon returning to the common room.
Harry and Ron were working on the History of Magic reports the next day.
"Y'know, it'd be nice to have Hermione here when we're doing stuff like this," said Ron, whose report on Irma Whittacker (the witch who invented one-minute cheese) was only a single paragraph.
Harry glanced at Hermione, who had filled up an entire roll of parchment. "Yeah," he agreed, looking at the grandfather clock in the corner. "Oh, crap Ron! We have Divinations in three minutes!"
"Crap! We're gonna be late!"
"Grab my copy of Unfogging the Future!" Harry said frantically.
Ron rifled through Harry's bag. "What are these?" he asked, looking puzzled. Held up the two potion bottles.
"I'm not sure," Harry lied, shrugging it off.
"Harry, you aren't..." Ron put the pieces together. "Malfoy! You can't! No!"
"Ron, you don't understand."
"Yes, I do! This is about Cho, isn't it!"
"Yes," Harry admitted. "But give them back!"
"No! I won't let you! This is against our ideals! We don't change ourselves to suit others! She should like you for who you are!" Ron threw Harry's precious potions at the wall. CRASH! The bottles broke and glass flew everywhere.
"Ron, you idiot!" Harry punched Ron.
"Harry, you're the idiot! Snape sees those gone and you suddenly blonde, he'll nail you!"
"You're right. Never thought of that."
"We need Hermione," they said together, shakily laughing.
Harry couldn't think of anything else. Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? The nerve! Harry wanted to crumple up the stupid Maurader's Map, but he didn't think it was a very good idea.
He shook his head. Draco! Draco! Harry rubbed his eyes and crawled out of bed, picking up the cloak and map he had hastily discarded.
It was time to ramsack the potions storeroom. "Lumos!" he whispered. He checked the map; only Mrs. Norris was stirring.
The dim wandlight shined on the glass bottles full of potions. To grow a third leg... to grow long hair... to have blonde hair. Perfect. Now Cho would see that he could be just as good as Malfoy. Now for the blue eyes. Harry quickly left with the two bottles in hand. He put them in his bookbag upon returning to the common room.
Harry and Ron were working on the History of Magic reports the next day.
"Y'know, it'd be nice to have Hermione here when we're doing stuff like this," said Ron, whose report on Irma Whittacker (the witch who invented one-minute cheese) was only a single paragraph.
Harry glanced at Hermione, who had filled up an entire roll of parchment. "Yeah," he agreed, looking at the grandfather clock in the corner. "Oh, crap Ron! We have Divinations in three minutes!"
"Crap! We're gonna be late!"
"Grab my copy of Unfogging the Future!" Harry said frantically.
Ron rifled through Harry's bag. "What are these?" he asked, looking puzzled. Held up the two potion bottles.
"I'm not sure," Harry lied, shrugging it off.
"Harry, you aren't..." Ron put the pieces together. "Malfoy! You can't! No!"
"Ron, you don't understand."
"Yes, I do! This is about Cho, isn't it!"
"Yes," Harry admitted. "But give them back!"
"No! I won't let you! This is against our ideals! We don't change ourselves to suit others! She should like you for who you are!" Ron threw Harry's precious potions at the wall. CRASH! The bottles broke and glass flew everywhere.
"Ron, you idiot!" Harry punched Ron.
"Harry, you're the idiot! Snape sees those gone and you suddenly blonde, he'll nail you!"
"You're right. Never thought of that."
"We need Hermione," they said together, shakily laughing.