Hermione stood in front of the door her wand drawn. In her hand she held a Freddy Kruger Mask, and in her other hand she held her wand. Ron already had the Daffy Duck mask on and was waiting for her signal. She rolled her eyes, starting to regret suggesting it, and pulled the mask over her, or rather Goyle's face. Though he obviously wouldn't recognize her, he wouldn't know that she had used polyjuice to turn into him. She nodded toward the door and Ron opened it quietly. He knelt down right by Goyle, his head slightly tilted in a creepy mask way. She pointed her wand at his throat and then hers, saying a spell that would disguise their voices. Then she pointed the wand at Goyle.
"Ennervate." Immediately, Goyle opened his eyes. He looked over at Ron and screamed, backing up into the closet more. He looked forward to Hermione and screamed even louder, the grotesque Freddy Kruger staring back down. She held out the wand pushing it up against his neck threateningly. Ron kept moving forward getting in his face, and looking at him as if inspecting him for damage. Except more… disturbingly.
"What do you want from me?" Goyle asked his voice quivering in fear. Hermione leaned forward slowly reaching her hand out to him.
"Tell us where the Death Eaters are located." she said her voice twisted and alternating pitches. He shook his head rapidly.
"I can't, he'll kill me." He said pushing father back into the closet.
"What do you think we'll do?" Ron threatened drawing a line on his throat.
Goyle looked at him with wide eyes. "Ok, ok." He took a deep breath. "It's an abandoned shack bordering London." He looked at Ron, the seemingly kinder of the two masked people. A duck didn't look as harmful as a flesh ripped man. "Can I go now?"
"Nope." Hermione answered. "Stupefy." Goyle slumped against the wall again.
Ron stood and stepped back closing the closet and pulling off his mask. Hermione did the same.
"That doesn't help much. How many abandoned shacks are there on the edge of London?"
She shrugged. "It won't be as hard as it could have been. Besides… I only know of one shack on the edge of London."
"Good luck then, Hermione." he said softly giving her a soft hug. She hugged him back. "Ok that was just sick. I'm sorry but I'm never hugging you again when you're Goyle." He let go and acted as if he were smearing cooties off his body.
She laughed. "Ok. Let's hope, for both of our sakes that I won't have to do this again."
"I'm hoping, trust me."
"Bye Ron."
"Bye…"
She apperated away.
It was alarmingly cold where she landed and she looked around to see the shack. Of course it had to be this one. Mainly because all the Death Eater raids seemed to be circular around this point. Obviously the Death Eaters weren't as smart as they thought they were. She wobbled to the shack and opened the door slowly peeking in. Her breath caught in her throat, the warm air surging from inside melting the icicles that had seemed to freeze in her mouth. She stepped inside closing the door behind her. She looked around the room slowly taking in the sights. There were barely any traces of human existence if you didn't count the food wrappers, chap sticks, empty mugs, and papers that lay on the floor. She stepped over the hurricane remains of these objects searching for Draco. She was so busy looking down at the ground that she forgot to look up. She bumped into a person, but all she could see where their shoes. She stepped back and looked at them when she heard a growl.
"Watch where you're going, Goyle." Blaise hissed at her.
She nodded, not wanting him to recognize her voice. Then she realized this might be the only way to find Draco. She cleared her throat. "Where's Malfoy?" She asked in her most manly voice she could muster.
He tilted his head to the side a little narrowing his eyes. "Why?"
"I have a message for him." She said quickly.
Blaise looked at her for a few more seconds before pointing down the hallway. "He's that way. Goyle… why does your voice sound weird?"
"I'm getting sick." She said brushing past him and hurrying down the hall.
She walked down a hall of portraits, all shouting profanities at her. She stopped at one. "Where is Malfoy?" She said gruffly.
The portrait shut up for a moment and looked at her. "In the next room. Did anyone ever tell you, you talk like a girl?"
"Oh sod off." She said, ditching her gruff voice.
The portrait looked taken aback for a moment. She took this time to open the next door, and then close it behind her quickly.
Draco was standing in the corner of the room looking out the window. The snow was falling peacefully onto the ground and for a moment she forgot everything but them.
"Draco." She whispered quietly, tears threatening to spill.
He turned around at the sound of her voice, but upon seeing Goyle his eyes seemed to die. "What do you want Goyle?" He asked sternly his voice cold.
"Draco…" She said again, seemingly unable to say any other words then his name.
"That isn't funny." he said, his voice getting angry.
"Draco it's me." She took a step toward him. "It's polyjuice, Goyle is in Harry's closet at home."
He looked at her for a second. "Tell me something only you would know." His heart raced, hoping against hope that maybe it was Hermione.
"The shower… my mom came in…" A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
"Oh god Hermione." He took a step toward her. "I've missed you more then you can imagine."
"I have too." She tore her eyes away from him only to hear him sigh. "What?"
"Why of all bodies did you choose Goyle? I mean honestly Hermione I can't bear to touch you in that." He sounded frustrated and it made her smile.
"Sorry, it was the only hair Harry had." That reminded her. "So, Ron, were you ever going to tell me that was you?"
She watched him flinch. "No." He tried to smile. "You're not very mad at me though right?"
She sighed and sat down. "I should be. But no I'm not."
"And Malfoy was the guy you thought he was." He said softly. "God, I wish you were you."
"I will be in a few more minutes; it took forever to get Goyle to tell me where you guys were."
He looked at her for a second. "That's not good, 'Mione. You need to go."
"I'm not leaving until you kiss me, as me."
He sighed. "For once could you not be stubborn and just listen to me?"
She smirked. "Never."
He sat down next to her. "So while we wait for you to change back, why did you come here?"
She drew in a sharp breath. "Percy."
He looked over at her sharply. "What about him?" His voice was layered with a sense of panic.
"I don't know how, but he is in my house… somewhere." She bit her lip.
"WHAT?" he exclaimed standing up and looking over at her. "OHHHHHH he is SO dead!"
"Shh, Draco shhh." She grabbed his hand and pulled him down to her. She could feel herself starting to change back, the slugs seemingly moving backwards through her bloodstream sucking her body back to its normal size. They slipped back into her stomach, and she took a deep breath, looking down at the baggy clothes she was in. She looked back up at Draco. His eyes were wide, and filled with desire.
"Oh god Hermione." He stepped toward her kissing her hard, his fingers intertwining in her hair. She kissed him back pressing herself against him, the pants slowly slipping down off her hips but she didn't care. She let them fall, deepening the kiss her heart warm and her head foggy. He broke the kiss and she flushed as she realized her pants were on the floor. She reached down and pulled them back up looking at him.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too baby." He said softly, looking her over. "Is it crazy to say you look sexy, even in Goyle's clothes?"
She smiled. "Liar."
"No I'm being serious. This is taking real will power." He kissed her lips softly, barely touching his lips to hers. "You need to go."
"I know." She said quietly kissing him again. She felt him slip his hand to her lower back and pull her closer to him, deepening the kiss again. Everything was so perfect.
Until they heard the door open.
A/N: This is going to be slow going but I'm going to try and finish it for you.