Wow it certainly has been a very long time since I've updated. Well I hope you who have read the previous chapters are still with me. I'm sorry I'm not good at keeping up with stories. My inspiration and motivation comes and goes and now it happens to be here so I'm going to try and write some more... if it sucks please tell me so and I'll redo the chapter. I'm sorry it's kind of short... I suck I know... I'm going to try to update the other story too.. if you haven't read it yet go read it after this! Yeah I 3 you guys! Happy reading!
Disclaimer: although it's been a while... I still don't own anything...
He walked slowly back to the common room. Who would put such a potion on him. See people for their personality? What kind of fucked up spell is that? He just couldn't believe it, and his personality wasn't /that/ bad. He was insulted, at who, he didn't know but with someone.
He shook his head as he was thinking about it. Professor said it wouldn't last long. Maybe a week or a week and a half. Until then he said not to say anything about it. To just go about the week as normal as possible as the Professor tried to find out who it was that had played this sick twisted joke on him.
Normal, he says... how the hell can I go about my week normally when I doesn't know who anyone is? He sighed as he made it back and changed out of his black pjs and into his uniform. He fixed his hair, hating to look in the mirror he once loved to look in, and headed down to the great hall. He resisted the urge to look in every shiny object he passed for fear of seeing his hideous self.
He sat at the Slytherin table looking at the people trying to determine who was who. He recognized Pansy from Potions but he couldn't, for the life of him make out anyone else. He kept thinking who was nice and matching them with the best faces at the table to no avail.
A young boy came up and sat beside him. He looked at him as he said, "Hey Draco... you look kind of out of it today. You okay?" He was more decent looking than the other Slytherins at least. His hair was long and dark brown almost greasy. His face was clean of blemishes although his nose was hooked and long.
He recognized him as Blaze, one of the only decent Slytherin he knew. Zabani was a good friend and it made sense that he'd look better than the rest of them. "I'm fine, Blaze," he silently hoped that this really was him, "Thanks."
He found comfort in his friend's concern though he didn't know what was going on. If he had to be fat and ugly he at least wanted someone that cared. He couldn't say any thing like that though... not just because he was under orders but because Slytherins not to mention Malfoys just didn't even think those things.
"That's good. You ready to head to class?" Zabani said looking at him a though he was trying to see if he was lying or not.
He walked with Zabani and Parkinson to their first class. He sat through charms not paying any attention to what he was teaching but trying to figure out who these people talking to him were.
The whole day went like that and by the end of the day he had matched most of the Slytherins ugly faces with the normal ones. He had a hard time smiling and acting normal with such ugly people. He actually wished for a second to go over to some gorgeous Ravenclaw girl, but that was only for a second.
He looked to Warren, by far the most gorgeous Slytherin with his way of seeing. He was glad to have him in his company not only because he was not disgusting but because he had always enjoyed Warren being there. Although not the prettiest boy he was always nice.
He suddenly realized that he was learning a lesson from this or something. He shook the thought from his head as he started back to the common room. He went to the bathroom and could have sworn that there were less pimples in his reflection. He dismissed the thought as he headed to bed.