When Pansy woke up the next morning, Draco was gone. She was still,
however, leaning against the headboard. The other girls had already gone to
breakfast. How had she slept through Draco leaving and the girls getting
ready? Pansy hurried and got ready. Then, she remembered it was a Saturday,
so she slowed down. She found a clean uniform in her chest and a pair of
black pumps. She found a vial of lipgloss on the floor, and applied it
carefully. She admired the shine for a few moments before leaving.
She walked down the stairs and into the common room. She was surprised to find Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle sitting at the chair. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, they all looked up, smiling broadly at her. They exchange knowing looks as she returned a shaky greeting.
"Hello," She said softer than usual as she stepped up behind them. "Where's everyone gone?"
"Breakfast." Draco answered, still smiling.
Pansy pretended to ignore the stupid smile. "What time is it?"
"Nine."
She was suddenly aware of a strange feeling in her lower abdomen. "What happened last night?" She asked Draco, fighting the urge to grab her stomache.
"You fell asleep and I left," Draco said, and Goyle snickered.
Pansy shot a look in Crabbe's direction. "What really happened, Crabbe?"
Crabbe looked akward. He looked between Draco and Goyle for a moment then said, "Just what Draco said, Pansy."
Pansy sighed. "Alright. It's obvious you're hiding something from me. I'm going to breakfast."
"Breakfast is over." Draco said.
"You just said it's nine!" Pansy said, rolling her eyes. "And that everyone was at breakfast."
"What I mean is that breakfast is over for you, Pansy." Draco told her, laughing. "But not just breakfast. Lunch, dinner, and your life, too."
Pansy's mouth dropped open. "That isn't funny, Draco."
He was still laughing. "I'm not Draco."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Did someone sneak marijuana in here, and you three stole it? You're acting really strange, Draco."
"Why do you keep calling me that?" He asked her, suddenly very serious.
"You know why."
"You're right," Draco said, standing up. "I know."
Pansy gasped. "You aren't Draco! You're-"
"Hermione."
Pansy took a step backwards. "And I suppose those two are Neville and Parvati."
"You're a lot brighter than I thought, Pansy," Draco-Hermione said, taking a step closer to her. "I have to give you that."
"You killed Ron!" Pansy accused, pointing a finger at the three. "Why did you do it?"
Draco-Hermione shrugged. "He was just a pawn in this all."
"What all, exactly?"
"To get back at you."
"For?" Pansy was starting to get nervous. With each word, Draco- Hermione took a step forward. Crabbe and Goyle, or whoever they were, were also standing up.
"I love him!" Draco-Hermione shrieked, now walking quickly towards Pansy. Before Pansy could react, Draco-Hermione had her- or Draco's- hands on Pansy's shoulders and was shaking her furiously.
"Stop!" Pansy cried, pushing Draco-Hermione off. The potion was starting to wear off, Draco's blonde hair was elongating and turning brow. Crabbe, who was obviously Neville, was getting shorter and his hair too was changing. "Who do you love? Ron?"
"Draco!" Hermione's voice cried from Draco's mouth. If the situation had been slightly different, Pansy would have been on the floor in hysterics by then. "I love him but he loves you!"
"You don't love him," Pansy said, and she couldn't help but smile. "You hate him. So do Ron and Harry."
Hermione pulled a wand out of her robes- yes, it was totally her now- and pointed it between Pansy's eyes.
There was a crash, and Pansy turned to see a small group run into the common room.
She walked down the stairs and into the common room. She was surprised to find Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle sitting at the chair. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, they all looked up, smiling broadly at her. They exchange knowing looks as she returned a shaky greeting.
"Hello," She said softer than usual as she stepped up behind them. "Where's everyone gone?"
"Breakfast." Draco answered, still smiling.
Pansy pretended to ignore the stupid smile. "What time is it?"
"Nine."
She was suddenly aware of a strange feeling in her lower abdomen. "What happened last night?" She asked Draco, fighting the urge to grab her stomache.
"You fell asleep and I left," Draco said, and Goyle snickered.
Pansy shot a look in Crabbe's direction. "What really happened, Crabbe?"
Crabbe looked akward. He looked between Draco and Goyle for a moment then said, "Just what Draco said, Pansy."
Pansy sighed. "Alright. It's obvious you're hiding something from me. I'm going to breakfast."
"Breakfast is over." Draco said.
"You just said it's nine!" Pansy said, rolling her eyes. "And that everyone was at breakfast."
"What I mean is that breakfast is over for you, Pansy." Draco told her, laughing. "But not just breakfast. Lunch, dinner, and your life, too."
Pansy's mouth dropped open. "That isn't funny, Draco."
He was still laughing. "I'm not Draco."
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Did someone sneak marijuana in here, and you three stole it? You're acting really strange, Draco."
"Why do you keep calling me that?" He asked her, suddenly very serious.
"You know why."
"You're right," Draco said, standing up. "I know."
Pansy gasped. "You aren't Draco! You're-"
"Hermione."
Pansy took a step backwards. "And I suppose those two are Neville and Parvati."
"You're a lot brighter than I thought, Pansy," Draco-Hermione said, taking a step closer to her. "I have to give you that."
"You killed Ron!" Pansy accused, pointing a finger at the three. "Why did you do it?"
Draco-Hermione shrugged. "He was just a pawn in this all."
"What all, exactly?"
"To get back at you."
"For?" Pansy was starting to get nervous. With each word, Draco- Hermione took a step forward. Crabbe and Goyle, or whoever they were, were also standing up.
"I love him!" Draco-Hermione shrieked, now walking quickly towards Pansy. Before Pansy could react, Draco-Hermione had her- or Draco's- hands on Pansy's shoulders and was shaking her furiously.
"Stop!" Pansy cried, pushing Draco-Hermione off. The potion was starting to wear off, Draco's blonde hair was elongating and turning brow. Crabbe, who was obviously Neville, was getting shorter and his hair too was changing. "Who do you love? Ron?"
"Draco!" Hermione's voice cried from Draco's mouth. If the situation had been slightly different, Pansy would have been on the floor in hysterics by then. "I love him but he loves you!"
"You don't love him," Pansy said, and she couldn't help but smile. "You hate him. So do Ron and Harry."
Hermione pulled a wand out of her robes- yes, it was totally her now- and pointed it between Pansy's eyes.
There was a crash, and Pansy turned to see a small group run into the common room.
