Constructive criticism... it's good. Keep them coming, I don't mind. To clear things off;
1) Draco and Hermione's special 'days' are Tuesdays and Thursdays. NOT Fridays, but that doesn't stop them from going out on a Friday!
2) Since everybody hates it so much; I've deleted that stuff from Chapter 8. Happy??3)
Explain things? I leave subtle hints, ok? You have to go back and
READ, and then everything fits together.
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"Where the hell were you Malfoy?" Harry asked, sickeningly pale, using Draco's last name to emphasize that he was serious,
"Oh, you know, here and there," Draco replied absently, noting the bags underneath Harry's eyes... and that the boy badly needed a shower.
"ANSWER ME! Damn you, god, you reek of bloody lemons." Harry shouted,
"Merlin, calm down, Potter. I just went to find a few things out. Sit," Draco said, placing himself down in the Gryffindor common room. His nose twitched as he landed on the comfy couch, red does horrible things when contrasted to him. "Merlin's beard; don't stay up all night worrying, now Potter, I left a note," Draco began, Harry went a nice blending red to the couch; Draco had hit close to home,
"Three bloody words," Harry muttered,
"Yes, but I was right back, now, wasn't I?" Draco smirked,
Harry grumbled something in protest;
"Any way, remember when you told me your dreams," Draco paused to sneer, "were getting worse?"
Harry only nodded in reply and agreement,
"Well, I've found out; from a fairly reliable resource, that; yes; Voldemort is on the rise," Draco concluded, his voice never wavering as he said it as if strolling in a bloody park.
Harry just gaped.
"And, I realise, your precious Hermione," Draco thought it best not to call Hermione his at the moment, with Potter having PMS; and he said Draco had mood swings; Merlin, "is in danger, so I will take a few precautions. Okay?"
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Draco;
"No, Potter, I haven't devised a way to go tumbling into The Dark Lord's lair and somehow defeat him or get killed,"
Harry closed his mouth.
"So... here's my plan," Draco began to explain; Harry listened intently without interruption.
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"What are you doing, again?" Ginny wasn't sure if she heard right,
"I'm making a Polyjuice potion," Draco replied, taking note of Hermione's sickening expression as he said the word, "Are any of you familiar with this?" Draco asked aimlessly; knowing they can't of possibly because the book was in the restricted section in the library.
"I didn't tell her. You shouldn't either," Draco explained, glaring at the two,
"Right... I'll be right back, I'll check and make sure she's nowhere in sight," Harry agreed, stepping outside.
Great, now I'm stuck here with the Weaselette thought Draco dolefully.
"So..." Ginny began, trying to start conversation with the smug git that she had to get along with for the sake of Harry and Hermione; wherever they were. "What do you need?"
"Lacewing flies stewed 21 days, leeches, powdered bicorn horn, knotgrass, fluxweed picked at full moon, boomslang skin, and... some hair," Draco replied. Before Ginny scurried away to find the ingredients, Draco grabbed her arm and shook his head.
As he dropped the ingredients in, Ginny realised she didn't need to go find them; that she was stuck here with him.
"Mmmm," Ginny took a big sniff, "Smells great... like lemons,"
Draco stared at her strangely.
"Uh... everyone knows that Polyjuice potions are non-scented," Draco clarified, looking uncomfortable. Ginny turned a familiar shade to her hair; she couldn't believe she admitted she liked the way he smelt. Where was Harry?
"Oh," was all she could return with and looked down on the floor, dying with embarrassment, and waited for Harry to return in silence.
"Sorry bout that," Harry apologized as he entered the room, taking his time to, "I... I don't like Polyjuice potions."
When Draco raised his eyebrow questioningly, Harry explained,
"We had a... incident back in second year. Tell you bout it later,"
"Right. I'm not even going to ask what you naughty little second year Gryffindors were doing with Polyjuice spells. Anyway, drink this," Draco handed him a cup. Sniffing the dodgy looking liquid, Harry breathed out;
"Smells nice,"
Draco rolled his eyes,
"Seriously, Potter, everyone," Ginny avoided his gaze, "knows that Polyjuice potions are non-scented," Draco repeated, dramatically sighing for the sake of her embarrassment.
"Right, just about to say; smells like lemons... typical," Harry wasn't embarrassed,
Harry gulped down the liquid and turned away as the strange transformation took place. Ginny stared horrified at Harry while Draco continued to pack more Polyjuice potions in large, portable containers.
"Astonishing, Potter," Draco congratulated, turning to him, "Merlin, I'm devastatingly handsome, aren't I? Seriously, I'm resisting an urge to chat myself up. Double the Trouble," Draco winked at Harry, who was now a mirror image of Draco. Ginny held up a mirror.
Harry looked up in the direction of Draco's voice, only to see a blurred outline of him; he had his glasses on. Spontaneously, he took them off, looking at the ground. Everything was clear. Taking a deep breath, Harry looked up into the mirror to find Draco staring back where his reflection was supposed to be. Harry raised his hands and touched his – or Draco's? – face; such clear and smooth skin was... wow. Harry moved his hands up to his hair; impossible fine and blonde.
It was too much, Harry took a step back. At least this was better than Goyle.., or was it Crabbe? He still couldn't tell the two apart; good thing they didn't pass the O.W.L.s and dropped out.
Ginny stared at Harry – or Malfoy? –
"Ginny?" Harry asked his voice so like Malfoy's... and yet so different, "How do I look?" He asked, jokingly; he already heard Draco's opinion,
"Like Malfoy," Ginny replied bluntly,
"Good," Harry gulped,
"But... there's something different," Ginny noticed, she looked at the real Malfoy and saw him standing with the Malfoy trademark arrogance, then she switched to Harry, slouching with humble modesty,
"Really?" Harry asked, shyly, examining his reflecting more closely this time,
"Only a true Malfoy can capture... The Look," Draco posed, and smirked,
"You're right," Ginny agreed grimly and Draco beamed, looking in the mirror as well. "You even talk differently; sure your voice sounds the same... but the way you speak..." Ginny trailed off; she was never good at explaining things.
"Yes..." Draco agreed, turning to Harry, "the way you stand... it's... demeaning of the Malfoy name. Stand tall, Potter. Yes. Chin up. Shoulders back. I will kill you if you ever slouch in my body ever again," he threatened. Draco smirked; Ginny had to admit, judging from behind, with Draco standing with ease and Harry frozen trying to capture the stance, they looked identical.
"Like this?" Harry asked, in Draco's voice,
"Oh Merlin! How you debase my voice!" complained Draco. "You emphasize things too much,"
Harry looked back angrily at Malfoy,
"You show all your emotions," Draco pointed out,
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry answered back annoyed,
"A Malfoy never shows his emotions, one must remain calm and composed, and give out the air of superiority that is right to one's status;" Draco quoted from the Malfoy Code of Conduct, an actual book passed down from Malfoy to Malfoy; but Harry didn't need to know this,
"Yes, one must always remain nauseating calm and arrogant in the company of others," Harry mocked,
"Exactly!" Draco agreed, smirking, "How did you know?"
Harry just rolled his eyes.
"Now, try repeating something after me, Potter," Draco suggested, "you know... not sound so weak and Gryffindor," as if the word described Harry entirely... it probably did.
"Okay, I guess that could work," Agreed Harry; Draco smirked and cleared his throat,
"Draco Augustus Thomas Uric Malfoy is a Sex God," Draco smirked,
"I am not saying that," Harry somehow knew he was going to regret agreeing with Draco,
"Saying is believing," Draco knew Harry was going to regret agreeing with him, Draco cleared his throat again, "I am Draco Malfoy," he sneered,
"I am... Draco... Malfoy," Harry managed to splutter, there was no way in hell he'd want to be Draco,
"C'mon Potter, it's not that hard. I know you've always wanted to change in to a blonde haired sex god. Again." Draco commanded,
"I am Draco Malfoy," Harry squeaked,
"I am Draco Malfoy," Draco tried again, "Say it like you mean it Potter, chin up,"
"I am Draco Malfoy," Harry said, so alike to the real Draco that Ginny was getting Dizzy; Harry had hardened his – or Draco's? - eyes and blocked all emotion from his face, freezing in the arrogant stance Draco had morphed into him.
Harry turned to the real Draco Malfoy and stared into his eyes.
"Whoa!" Draco was caught off guard, "Th-That's..." Draco straightened himself out and gazed back at Harry with the familiar cold stare, unused for such along time.
This was too much for Ginny; one Draco was enough... but two?
"Uh... I'm going to check up on Hermione; have fun..." she muttered, excusing herself. Harry, or Draco, but most likely Harry, nodded acknowledging her... the other, definitely Draco, just ignored her. She wasn't really sure why she insisted on coming with Harry. She didn't even know why the boys had decided to mess with the potion; but this was just too weird and awkward.
So she left the two connivers alone to scheme.
"So, Potter; we've basically got it down." He smirked, and Harry copied, "okay, each one should last about... half an hour; so... we've got 15 minutes left before this stuff runs out" Draco worked out, "Let's see if we can fool Hermione," Draco suggested and sneered as Harry copied his every move, "Have some originality, for Merlin's sakes, Potter," Draco scowled,
"Sorry," Harry apologized,
"NO! Potter, a Malfoy never apologizes; let alone a Slytherin," Draco was aghast,
"S... yeah," Harry began to apologize again... but thought better of it, "Hermione," he began, smirking,
"Let's see if she can tell if it's you," Draco drawled,
"Yes," Harry agreed, drawling too, and took another gulp of the potion. This should last for about... 45 minutes? 40 to be on the safe side.
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"Hermione!" Harry called out, giving the familiar smirk,
"Draco!" she called back and pulled him in, "I've got to tell you a story about me and the Polyjuice potion," she began; Harry couldn't believe she'd tell Draco something like this.
"Yes..." Harry drawled, not sure how Draco would answer,
"Well... back in second year..." Hermione began, turning red, and turned into the Great Hall; "tell you later," she pretended to look shifty eyed glaring at random people in the hall indicating there were too many people.
"Sure," Harry agreed, shrugging; he knew what happened and walked towards Ron, who gazing longingly at the Ravenclaw table. When Ron saw him coming, his gaze grew immensely cold, making Harry realise whom he still looked like.
"Meet you at quarter to?" Hermione asked,
"Sure," it was in about half an hour; where were they were to meet... Harry had no idea. He gulped as he walked over to the Slytherin table.
"Draco," Blaise began, getting his attention, "we need to discuss our strategy for the upcoming Gryffindor team," Blaise explained and a few other Slytherins began listening in; probably fellow Quidditch players. Harry nodded his head enthusiastically,
"Yeah?" he drawled, trying to appear clam, not excited... and failing miserably.
"Like you suggested; cheat. We'll knock the beaters off their brooms; they majority of them would be in the hospital wing before half time," Blaise winked. Harry was aghast; oh God; what did Draco plan? Conniving Slytherin.
"H-How?" maybe he could trick Draco and avoid it,
"Just leave it to us," assured Malcolm.
Oh God. You evil, evil bastard.
"Draco! Here's your Herbology essay; thank you so much!" some Slytherin chic came up to him holding some papers; You softie, Malfoy, letting somebody copy your essay "I've charmed it so if the teachers check; it'll look like you wrote it," she beamed, "Thanks again," she said again.
Harry didn't get it.
"Wait... you wrote this for me?" he couldn't help asking,
"Ah huh," she nodded, pleased he was striking conversation with her and nodding her head vigorously. Git.
"Uh... did you owe me something, or was I supposed to pay you back somehow?" Harry asked, scratching his head.
"Uh... no, Draco... it's okay," she blushed, "You don't have to; it's an honour to do it for you; a privilege," she tossed her hair and turned away.
Everyone around him acted as if this was normal, so Harry guessed that it was. No wonder Draco had such a big bloody head; being treated like royalty here sure would affect him. Lucky Prat.
Harry pushed away his plate, sick of some girl's ridiculous chatter and the other's ridiculous eye batting.
"Where you going?" Blaise asked, noticing him stand up,
"Not hungry," Harry turned and gave Blaise his 'cold' glare; Blaise only shrugged.
"I'll go with you," Blaise stood up. Malcolm did so too without a word, still stuffing himself, and followed in suit.
"Bye," Harry bid the Slytherins,
Some just looked at Draco, surprised,
"Bye Draco!" the others chorused.
Walking down the corridor in silence, Harry was sure he could hear a pin drop. Jesus fucking Christ; why wouldn't anyone talk to him??
"Screw you," Blaise muttered.
Before Harry could reply with 'excuse me?' the door in the dungeons swung open. Harry just gaped. Screw you was the Slytherins' password?!? No wonder they were so hostile.
"Who made the password?" Harry asked out of curiosity. Blaise and Malcolm looked at him very strangely.
"You," Blaise replied, shoulders back as if recoiling from him,
"Man, you need to lie down a bit," Malcolm began, "You've been acting a bit strange,"
"Yeah," Harry agreed and began walking off towards what he thought would've been Draco's dormitory,
"Uh... Draco? What are you doing?" Malcolm asked,
"Uh... going to sleep..." he drawled, trying unsuccessfully to sound like the confident Draco,
"You sick, son of a –" Malcolm began,
"Do you realise you're going to 'sleep' with second years?" Blaise cut in. Turning bright red, Harry turned and placed himself on the couch.
"Whatever," he replied and closed his eyes, trying to capture Malfoy's not caring air, he could feel the other two smirking.
"Draco!" Hermione called out as she ventured into the serpent den.
Blaise and Malcolm pretended to groan,
"Not the Gryffindor witch!" Malcolm joked; Hermione only poked out her tongue in reply,
"Don't provoke him," Blaise warned, laughing, though the air between them was... awkward.
"C'mon, let's... play in your room," she gave Harry a mischievous grin, leading him towards what must've been Draco's room.
Wow. How Hermione had changed! She was so comfortable with herself... and so naughty! Hermione began slowly to shrug off her clothes, placing a charm on the door. Harry licked his lips; was he going to go through with it? Draco would kill him for sure; would Hermione mind? She was so comfortable with the whole... sex idea. Harry only wished he could've been the one who put this much confidence in her.
She looked at him expectantly.
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I'm evil...aren't I? God, I haven't decided yet if they should go through with it. I just thought I'd leave it there for all you R rated scene cravers; do you want me to create more drama and let Harry go through with it with Hermione?