Hermione stood in front of Harry's bathroom mirror staring at her reflection. A small smile tugged at her lips as she thought of what she was going to do. She raised her wand and pointed it at herself muttering a small spell. She watched herself transform. She had removed all of her clothes, including underwear, and was standing in just a robe; for which she was grateful. Her breast, once smaller and humble, grew out large and full. Her legs and arms lengthened and her hips moved out a tad bit to fit into her new body. Her butt enlarged and her skin tanned. She looked back in the mirror at the strange sexy woman that stood before her. There was no way Goyle would recognize her now. She walked over to the window and opened it, whistling a low sound. She watched as Harry's newer brown owl flew to the window. It was an overly average owl, making it impossible to link back to Harry. She tied the letter she had written already onto his leg, and motioned for him to stay. She picked the camera Harry had reluctantly given her up off the counter and quickly took a picture of herself. She attached it to the letter. Then she sent the owl back out the window, trying hard not to laugh.

Goyle sat at the only table that existed in the shack the Death Eaters were located in. He sat alone, unless you count the cinnamon roll in one hand and the chunk of chocolate cake in the other. He was just shoving the cake in his mouth when the owl flew in. Goyle looked up watching it fly. The owl landed on the table sticking its leg out to him. Goyle undid the letter with his sticky hands to the disgust of the owl. He opened the letter his eyes widening in lust. A beautiful, no sensual sexy woman wearing nothing but a robe was looking at him through a picture. She was beckoning him to come to her with her sexy finger. He tore his eyes away from the picture to find the address. He didn't even read the letter because as soon as he found the location he apperated away, cinnamon roll left behind on the table.

Hermione grinned as she heard a frantic knock on the door. She walked down the stairs two by two, telling herself to slow down but she couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the prospect this boy was completely drawn to her. Or rather to her body, but it didn't matter. She saw Ron on the couch and tapped him on the shoulder. His eyes grew to the size of saucers when he saw her. She put her hand coolly over his mouth and then motioned for him to be quiet. "Coming baby." she called her voice seducing. Ron stared at her, if anything his eyes got larger. 'He's here' she mouthed. He seemed to somewhat come back to his senses, enough that he apperated to the side of the building. He did as he had been instructed, waiting 5 seconds before advancing slowly towards the door. Those 5 seconds he spent berating himself for the horrible things that went through his mind. He was just even more excited to get this all over with.

Hermione loosened the waistband on her robe so the slit went lower down her chest and higher up her legs. She was amazed at how daring she was feeling, but knowing Ron was right around the corner, made her feel fearless. She glided to the front door and opened it slowly. "Goyle." She purred. She almost stopped dead in her tracts. Her new voice could actually make the name Goyle sound sexy. His jaw dropped.

"Tah-tahs." she heard him mumble. She looked up from behind Goyle and saw Ron staring at her again. She cleared her throat trying to get Ron's attention. He seemed to come back right as Goyle reached forward to touch Hermione.

"Stupefy." he said coldly as if it were a cuss word instead of a spell. He pointed the wand at Goyle's back. Goyle immediately was knocked unconscious and fell forward. Hermione barely stepped out of the way in time, watching him fall to the ground.

"Ooo that has got to hurt." she said looking at the position in which he fell. "Help me get him inside will you?" she asked kneeling down and grabbing Goyle's arms to pull him in.

"Uhm Hermione, how about you go upstairs and morph… back to you. I'll get Tah-Tah here inside, and bring you his clothes."

She flushed down her neck and pulled her robe clothed nodding dumbly. "Sorry." As she hurried back up the stairs she could have sworn she saw Ron kick Goyle's foot as if to see if he was really out. Then she heard him mutter 'pervert' before pushing him inside.

Hermione ran up to the bathroom, closing the door behind her slowly. She pointed the wand at herself again, looking in the mirror as she said the counter spell. She watched herself transform back, her body realigning. She wasn't exactly sad to see it go; her back was starting to hurt. She heard a timid knock on the door. It opened a crack and a hand slid in holding Goyle's clothes. She took them from his hand.

"Thanks Ron." Hermione said taking the clothes.

"In second year I swore I'd never undress another guy again." he grumbled.

"Thank you Ron." she said again.

"And Goyle nonetheless. That is disgusting beyond all measures." She could hear the disgust in his voice.

"Thank you very much Ron." she said smiling.

"Honestly, that guy must never get shagged. Have you looked--"

"Ron." she cut him off. "Thank you ever so much. I couldn't have done it without you."

"Yah, yah. You owe me though, 'Mione."

She shook her head smiling, and gently shut the door. She untied the waistband and let it slide off her shoulders to the floor looking at her natural body. Yes it wasn't perfect, but she wasn't exactly complaining. She picked up Goyle's clothes and slid them on. He obviously was fond of muggle clothing. Beneath his robes lay a leather vest to go over a cross boned shirt. Then of course his jeans, which were so big she had to hold them up. She tried hard not to laugh as she thought of those weight loss commercials she remembered seeing on muggle TV. She looked in the mirror and held the pants out in front of her. And look! Now I can fit two of me in here! She bit back a laugh and pulled the pants close to her again. She turned around and slid back the shower curtain in Harry's bathroom.

There sitting in the tub was the churning polyjuice. She crinkled her nose at the familiar putrid smell. Harry must've charmed the shower curtain as the smell hadn't ever exited into the bathroom. Until now that is. She glanced around the bottom of the tub, finally resting her eyes on glasses. They looked like beakers to be honest, but she didn't have to be picky. As long as they were plastic, and unbreakable she was fine. She picked it up and carefully banged it against the side of the tub. It didn't break. She scooted back over in front of the bubbling brew. She slowly dipped the beaker inside, lifting it out. She tried to repress a gag as the chunky mixture seemed to settle in her glass.

She reached into the pocket of Goyle's pants finding the hairs off his head. She closed her eyes and took them out sprinkling them on top of the sickening drink. She looked for a stirring stick but found none. She set the drink back down and stood up, holding up the pants. She stood and waddled over to Harry's medicine cabinet. Her eyes fell onto something that would work perfectly as a stirring rod. His toothbrush. She smiled and picked it up, using the handle as the stirring stick. She squatted back down and pushed it into the mixture stirring it. When it was completely mixed in, she pulled it out and looked at the handle. It had shriveled up. She threw it in the wastebasket and made a mental note to buy him a new toothbrush. Then she placed the vile drink to her lips and threw her head back emptying the contents into her throat. She chugged the drink, ignoring the nausea that wrought her stomach. She sank to the floor bending over the tub and resting her head on the cool edge of the bathtub. She felt as though little slugs were squirming around in her stomach until they split through the flesh. They crawled through her bloodstream pushing out against her skin and rearranging the bone and muscle. They were stretching her body to fit Goyle's frame. It didn't really hurt, besides the initial pain of the slugs empting from her stomach. But it did feel quite disgusting. Finally, the slugs seemed to slow down as if running out of energy, and slowly settled down in her skin, casually disintegrating until they were gone. She stood slowly gathering the strength in her legs. Then she slowly stood, closing the curtain again. She noticed how tight the paints were now around her waist. She wobbled to the door and then hobbled down the stairs.

Ron sat downstairs staring at the closet that he had stuffed the unconscious Goyle in. Sometimes, just for the heck of it, he would send another Stupefy spell into the closet. It didn't seem to make a difference, but it made him feel better. He sighed, and turned away from the door. He stood and walked down the hall toward the stairs. "Hermione?" He called, but there was no answer. He shrugged and walked down into the kitchen opening the refrigerator. He felt someone's hands on his waist and shot up, his head banging against the fridge top. He heard a low chuckle, and whipped around. There stood Goyle, hands on hips and waist jutted out. He stared at Goyle for a second. "God tell me that's you Hermione."

Goyle laughed. "It's me." Her, or rather his, voice was deep and throaty. It was a voice that spoke clearly the line 'mess with me and die' and you could tell it was not an empty threat.

"Bleck, you look disgusting." Ron said with a wink. "Do you know how to get to Draco?"

Goyle, or really Hermione, walked over to the chair and sat in it carefully. "No… I hadn't thought of that." She closed her eyes. "Wait, maybe…" she started "I know how to get there." Ron motioned for her to continue. She looked over at the closet.

"No way, Hermione." he said.

"Oh come on Ron," she started. "He's such a baby he'd tell in seconds." She could tell she was getting to him. "You know Ron, you could wear a Halloween mask..." she said. Drop line and sinker.

"Really?" he asked excited.

"Mhm." She nodded.

"Can I wear the Dacky Duff one?" his words tangling in his mouth.

"The Daffy Duck one?" she asked.

"Yah!"

"Sure Ron. You can wear the Daffy Duck one."

A/N: Sorry it took so long. Please Review.