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"What I don't get is how the list is ordered." Hermione brought up.

"You'd thing it was alphabetical or something, but… no!" Ginny joined in.

Draco suppressed a sigh and Harry just rolled his eyes as the girls continued their nervous chattering.

"Two Ravenclaws, a Hufflepuff… and a Gryffindor." Ginny looked at three cauldrons.

"The next four people on the list." Hermione followed her gaze.

"Got their hair!" Draco held up three strands of hair and plucked one from Hermione's head.

"What are you doing?!?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"Well, I suppose we could've left you out and not make you take a polyjuice. But then I decided; no." Draco told her.

Hermione looked accusingly at Harry. Harry shrugged and looked quizzically at Malfoy.

"I…don't…like…polyjuice…potions." Hermione revealed to Draco trough gritted teeth.

"Why?" Draco asked out of simple curiosity. When Hermione refuses to ask, he dangled her strand of hair in front of her as bait.

"I've had a bad experience with them." Hermione pouted to show her annoyance.

"Is that all?" Draco pretended to laugh. "I had to be him!" Draco implied Harry. Draco got another container out of nowhere and quickly made another batch of polyjuice potions. "I win."

Quickly, he dropped the four strands randomly into the four potions; too quick to see which one was Hermione. Draco grinned impishly at Hermione with wide-eyed innocence.

"Now, pick your person. Merlin this is going to be fun!" Draco declared. The three Gryffindors looked back at him dubiously.

"I pick this one." Draco grabbed one when no one moved. "We need to move quickly if this is going to work. Find the victim and lock them in a cupboard or something and meet at my room in half an hour."

Harry was holding his potion and made to drink it.

"What the devil are you doing, Potter?" Draco asked. "What would happen if Merlin-knows-who sees you as them?"

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Harry was on the prowl.

Richard Peeling.

"Harry!" Ron called out.

No!

"Harry!" Ron called out even louder. As Harry continued on, Ron was sure Harry had heard him.

"Ginny!" Harry muttered, seeing her search for her victim. "Do you know who Richard Peeling is?"

"Ginny!" Ron called out.

"No, sorry Harry." She ignored Ron. "Hope Dawnings?"

"Sorry." Harry replied.

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"Hermione!" Ginny, now Hope Dawnings, entered Malfoy's room and was breathless and uneasy about his absence. Dawnings had similar height to her, despite being a fifth year Hufflepuff, and had not a single freckle and envious clear pale skin.

"Gina!" Hermione greeted back, the smile plastered on her face made Ginny uncomfortable.

"So, Malfoy's room huh? Bet you've been here before!" Ginny joked and glanced at her coyly, ignoring the uncharacteristic behavior of Hermione. And calling her Gina; maybe she's trying out nicknames?

"Sure have."

"What's he like?" Ginny couldn't help ask, knowing that he was still the slimy and unlovable git she saw in her first year. No matter what Hermione says.

"Brilliant. Absolutely! Intelligent, probably more so than me; handsome in many ways. Wit as sharp as a blade I don't mind getting cut with. Looks, charm, intellect and money. What more could you want?" Hermione beamed.

"Sounds great." Ginny comment; Hermione must've been really taken by him. "Does he love you?"

Hermione stared dumbly at her.

"Does Harry love you?" Hermione changed the subject and the question sliced through Ginny like a blade.

"We both know the answer to that. How can he. He looks at you all the time, hawks eerily over Malfoy. What's left for me? Don't worry, I remember. Hope." Ginny chanted,

Hermione scoffed.

"Hope?" She asked, "Do you know that's a name. Yours to be more exact. That's all it is. Now, stop leaking and dry them peepers. Right; now. You can't let Potter do or decide anything by himself, the poor boy would simply overload. Poor boy. Go get him. Don't wait and hope. Just go get him. Woo him, impress him; distract him and do… whatever!" Hermione was really getting into her speech.

"B-But." The confused Ginny stuttered,

"No buts. I don't want him." Hermione enforced.

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As 'Richard Peeling', a lanky fourth year Ravenclaw with a light dusting of freckles you could only see from up close, entered the serpent's nest he watched Hermione laze on the bed with a very familiar expression on his – ahem, her - face. Shaking his autumn colored hair as he strode through, Harry – a.k.a Peeling – couldn't get enough of the feeling of the long – ish hair that reached his ears.

"Potter." Hermione greeted, her voice now had a cold edge to it, as if sharpened.

"Malfoy." Richard greeted back, stumbling as he tried to get over the awkwardness of uttering such thing to Hermione. And the fact that he was an overgrown and the most un-lean person Harry had ever seen.

Malfoy smiled, lighting Hermione's face up in a familiar way Harry recognized, smirked and the person he knew for seven years vanished.

"You can tell." Malfoy stated approvingly. "Your little pet is in my bathroom." Harry's eyes bulged and Malfoy smirked at the effect of his chosen words. "She thought I was Granger and was checking out my place. Actually admitted strange and creepy things about The Boy Who Lived."

"They're not true!" Harry tried to deny,

"Right, Potter." Draco saw Harry twitch and knew he was lying and wondered what he was hiding. Must go talk to Gina and find out the scandal. "So, tell me how you got rid of the Ravenclaw?"

"Used a sleeping charm on him and locked him in a closet." Harry stated calmly.

Draco whistled approvingly.

"He's actually in our year!" Harry admitted. "I don't know him, though, and it turns out he was Eric what's-his-name's partner."

"Don't like the guy; shady background and appearing out of the blue just as the trouble begins." Draco analyzed.

"Weren't you going to go to Durmstrang yourself?" Harry asked, knowing exactly whom he was talking about. "But your right anyway, I sort of noticed it myself. I wonder if he's behind all this."

"We'll soon find out." Draco muttered.

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Mathew Davis skittered into Malfoy's room and saw Richard Peeling talking to Hermione Granger and Hope Dawnings appearing out of Draco's bathroom. She – he – was the last person to polyjuice herself.

"Hermione!" Ginny called out, but was talking to the one lazing on Malfoy's bed. She was stretched out so cat-like with such superior elegance that the real Hermione noticed immediately who the imposter was.

"Yes?" Mathew Davis – our gender confused Hermione – replied.

Ginny stared confused at Hermione and Malfoy only sweetly smiled at her, a smile with and iced edge.

"Malfoy." Ginny stated bluntly to the Slytherin on his bed as everything snapped together and groaned inwardly.

Blushing bright red as Malfoy fluttered Hermione's eyelashes with such a good impression of innocence, Ginny noticed Harry suppressing chuckles.

"Richard Peeling." Harry introduced himself,

"Hope Dawnings." Ginny followed in suit, glad of the change of topic,

"Hermione Granger." Malfoy seemed to purr,

"Mathew Davis." Hermione sulkily added.

They didn't know how long they analyzed each other in silence, Hermione most of all.

"Let's hope this works."

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Do you know what they plan on doing, now?

(remember, out of 100!)