Summary: Hermione goes down to the dungeons, with the intention of finding out what plans the Slytherins has for the Gryffindors. Involves Polyjuice potion and an extreme amout of luck.

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Flames of the Heart

Hermione slowly made her way down to the dungeons. She knew she was playing with fire in this cause, but she couldn't help it. She had taken the Polyjuice potion, and was now a Slytherin. Like he was. She shuddered only to think about him. 'No,' she thought. 'I have to focus.' The Slytherin she had turned into was no other than Pansy Parkinson. She sniggered when she thought about the way she had tricked Parkinson into the closet. She had made her believe that Harry and Ron had trapped her precious Draco in there, cold and naked. Hermione smirked at the thoguht as she saw a Slytherin in the end of the hallway. Whoever it was, it seemed to recognize her.

"Pansy! Pansy, over here!" The person shouted. It was a male voice.

Hermione cleared her throat. "Coming," she yelled back. "Just wait a second." Hermione grabbed a hand-mirror she had in her robe, to make sure the potion was still working. She could practically feel the boy roll his eyes, obviously, Pansy did this a lot. Pansy's face met her in the mirror. Only her expression could give her away. Hermione wasn't used to smirking, or looking "evil", but she knew she had to do a little more of that now that she was Pansy. And she had to name all the Slytherin's by their first name, Hermione didn't even know everyones first names, but she had noticed that Pansy did. Luckily this was just for a day. She put the mirror back to a pocket in her robe, and made sure at the same time that she had more Polyjuice potion when the effect wore out, she would have to take more then.

Hermione was supposed to find out what kind of plans the Slytherins had stored for the Gryffindors this year. Harry and Ron were supposed to come with her too, but they were caught up with Quiddich practise. Now that Harry was team captain for the Gryffindor team, he would have to make sacrifices for Quiddich. And with Ron beeing his top player, he would have to train extra hard too.

"Pansy, are you coming or what? I'm not going to stand here all day, we have to make plans for our..." he smirked. "Strategy.. for this year."

"I'm coming now." She said in a high pitched tone, and quickly made her way to the person she had been talking to. As she got closer, she could see that it was not Malfoy, Crabbe or Goyle. She was relieved to see that, she didn't think that she would have been able to deal with them just yet. It was a black haired boy with gorgeous eyes. She must have sent him a questioning look, because he said:

"Hi, remember me? I'm Blaise Zabini." His right eyebrow was lifted in such a manor that she understood that he was joking.

Blaise Zabini was a name she knew well, it had always seemed to her like he was Draco's best friend, even though he didn't follow Malfoy's every move. "Of course I remember you." She snapped at him. 'Oh dear, that's not how I meant it to come out.' "Sorry.. I didn't mean to... Say it like that..."

He didn't seem surprised at all, just a bit entertained. "Since when did you apologize to anyone, Pansy?" He smirked. "Anyway, Draco wants you to come to his chambers afterwards." Blaise started walking, apparently to the Slytherin common room.

"If that is so, why can't he just say that to me himself?" Hermione lifted one of her eyebrows, daring him to answer.

Blaise chuckled. "You know he never does that. That would be to much of a... effort, for a Malfoy like himself."

'You know he never does that... That meant that they did this all the time, him and Pansy. Oh dear. Did what?' "Um.. Do you know what Pan... I mean me and Malfoy do on these occatcions?"

Blaise laughed a short and violent laugh, before wiping a false tear out of the corner of his eye. "You crack me up sometimes Pansy, you really do."

"So you know?" Hermione was impatient.

"Yes, everyone in Slytherin knows, and half the Ravenclaws." He seemed bored with her.

They had reached a large painting of a silverish snake, with a extremly red apple in its large mouth. Blaise tapped the apple with his wand. The picture was covered with a white sheet. Blaise wrote TMR in large black letters with his wand. The sheet disappeared, and showed the picture again. It took a couple of second, but the frame was opened, and the picture seemed to disappear into the wall. Hermione was standing in front of what seemed as a big black hole.

"Ladies first," Blaise announced.

"No way, you first." Hermione nearly whined. The thought of going into this black hole without seeing someone doing it first, was almost too much for her.

"Allright," Blaise sighed. "That's what you always say. Wouldn't you like to go first for once?"

"No, no, no, no." Hermione didn't know if she should feel relief or disgust that she was so alike Pansy.

"Right then. I'll see you down there." Blaise said, jumped in and quickly disappeared.

"Oh joy."

A/N: I hope you have enjoyed the story this far. I know it's a short chapter, but it's just the beginning.