The next 24 hours seemed to drag on and on. Finally, it was time for Potions. Harry was already with the vials, a gleam in his eyes. As soon as everyone had entered the classroom and Slughorn gave the okay, Harry downed my vial, keeping direct eye contact with me. I drank his slower, but with the same maintained eye contact. Suddenly a sharp pain stabbed my stomach and I gasped. Around me were small cries of pain, and, though tears were streaming from my, or rather Potter's, eyes, I never made a noise. When the pain finally wore off, I looked to see what took me a moment to recognize as myself. He was stick thin, with dull, sunken eyes. His robes were far too big for him, and his hair was almost as unkempt as Potter's. For the first time in years, I felt muscle pressing against the fabric of my robes, with an energy I hadn't felt since at least fourth year.

Potter was looking at me in horror. "Do I really look like that? I'm so small and thin!"

I snorted. "At least you aren't stuck sitting next to the ugliest thing in the world for the next hour. I pity you for all the years you've had to sit there staring at me."

Potter replied instantaneously. "I don't think it's a half bad view. Pretty nice one, if I'm being honest," he said, then immediately blushed. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

I smiled reassuringly with his own face and said, "Don't worry. It's fine. I take it as a compliment."

I looked myself up and down and stopped when I noticed an unmistakable familiar bulge in my crotch. Was this due to my thoughts or Potter's? I really didn't know how this Polyjuice Potion stuff worked. The energy I felt was clearly Potter's, so were they my thoughts having an effect on my body? Or his? Although given that I hadn't really grasped that this was Potter's body I was wearing, and I obviously wasn't having any dirty thoughts about the monstrosity that was myself, that must have meant that Potter was entertaining the idea that he was an attractive person. How self-centered!

"God, I really am atrocious, aren't I?" muttered Potter, coughing awkwardly as he wrapped my arms around myself and crossed my legs. It was obvious that he had noticed the boner too, whosever it was.

"No, Potter, I can fully assure you that you aren't at all atrocious," I said, immediately feeling Potter's face heating up as I realized what I said. Fortunately, before Potter could say anything back, there was a small screech from the next table over, where Ron and Hermione were sitting. Harry and I both looked over, where Ron was staring aghast at Hermione.

"My… my hair! It isn't really that red, is it? Malfoy," he said, turning to Potter. "I fully understand every time you made fun of my hair."

"Wrong Malfoy, Ron," chuckled Harry.

"Oh. Right. My bad." He turned back to Hermione, who was gazing open-mouthed at herself.

"My skin! Why did no one tell me that my acne problems had come back?! And why didn't anyone ever tell me that my hair was that ugly? Ron, you're supposed to be the one to tell me that stuff!" She said, beginning to hit herself in the shoulder before evidently realizing it would give her painful bruises once the hour was up and hitting Ron's body instead.

"I never told you anything was wrong because there wasn't anything wrong! 'Mione, you're perfect the way you are, and if you can't see that, then I don't know what to tell you!" Ron blushed deeply, then awkwardly shifted in his seat.

I glanced over at Blaise and Avery, the latter of whom was cackling gleefully at the other. "Now you finally get to see what it's like to be short!" with Blaise simply pouting in response. I had never noticed how red Avery's lips were against her pale, freckled skin until they were put on the personality of the dark skinned, brown lipped boy. Back before I went to Hogwarts, I had had a major crush on Blaise. His parents were never Death Eaters. He had three siblings, and they were all really cool. He himself disagreed with his ways, and would openly scorn anyone who did agree. He was also undeniably gorgeous. If I wasn't so heart stoppingly in love with Harry Potter, I would undoubtedly have started dating him by now, as he was bi. He and Avery had been flirting nonstop for the past week, which showed that Slughorn had an agenda, and it was working. Ron and Hermione would surely be dating before Christmas, as would Blaise and Avery. If only that could pay to be the case with Harry and I. But if he fell for me, then my family would surely die.

"Draco?" My attention snapped back to my own body, where Harry was looking at me with concern in my silvery eyes. I couldn't bear to look at myself, so I instead glanced at the parchment on the desk in front of me.

"Ready to work on this?" I asked. Harry sighed and picked up his quill. "What changes do you notice about the feelings going through your body?" I read from the paper. "Well, for one, I feel like I'm filled with energy." Harry nodded.

"Yeah. I feel like I could die. I'm tired, and my stomach has never hurt so badly before, and-" He broke off. "Is this always what it's like for you? Are you always in pain like this? Because I don't know how I'll be able to stand this for the hour, let alone every day. Last time I felt this down was right after Sirius died. And only for a couple of months. Do you need to talk? I can meet you at our place if you want."

"I'm fine," I snapped, twisting Harry's face into a sneer. "I'm not so weak that I need to talk willingly to my worst enemy. I'm a pure-blood. We don't get help from half-bloods."

My face crumbled into despair briefly, then; "I'll wait for you. All night if I have to. I'll wait. At the least I can try to find a spell to relieve these burns, because they're tormenting me."

My heart was cracking, but I had to remain strong. The more time I spent around him, the harder it would be to hurt him. On the other hand, this would be a perfect time to hurt him. But no. I wasn't prepared. If I went there tonight, I would inevitably end up so far in that I would have to find some way to make it seem as though I had killed him and disposed permanently of his body.

"Don't bother. I won't be there. You need your sleep. It's the first Quidditch game tomorrow. Slytherin at Gryffindor. Are you ready? Because the Slytherins definitely are."

Harry sighed, then shook my head and got back to work. Just then, I felt another sharp pinch in my gut, then looked up and saw my blond hair growing longer and slowly turning darker. I watched as my body turned back into Harry's, the skin darkening to a medium brown. His eyes changing from a shimmering silver to warm, simmering green. I felt the familiar ache all over my body slowly return, and was repulsed by it, now having seen what Harry saw. All I needed was a little more sleep though and I would be fine.

We left Potions and most of us all went our separate ways. I had a free hour, so went back to the dormitory, only to find a package on my bed. There was a note attached, which I plucked from the wrapping and read.

DRACO-

This is an enchanted necklace you're to get to Dumbledore by Christmas. When he touches it, it will kill him, so I expect you to get it to him properly. Do not under any circumstances touch it with your bare hands. If you fail, you know what will happen to us. If you fail, you will die before we do, I can promise you that.

-LUCIUS

Well, shit. I had a little over two months to gather the courage to kill someone. Not just someone, my headmaster. And then I knew I would still be expected to torture the boy I had fallen completely in love with. I had to meet him tonight. But no. Not if I wanted to keep my family alive. I stuffed the package into my trunk, beneath a bunch of my clothes, then burst out of my dormitory and made my way to the west tower, which I hadn't been to by myself since last year. I leaned against the rail, my hands latched onto the freezing bar. I hunched over, watching my tears as they fell stories down to the ground below. I could feel my shoulders heaving, my clothes laying loosely over my body as I tried to remain quiet. After a long moment, I let out a loud, horrendous sob and hoped no one was near enough to hear me. Either way, I quickly composed myself, which was for the best, as right then, I heard the door behind me leading inside creak open, and I spun around to face whoever had walked though.

Ugh. Of course. Granger. She had her head tilted, eyebrows raised questioningly. She looked like she was about to question me, so I quickly improvised.

"What? You've never liked the view somewhere? Even monsters like me like going places to see how it looks." I paused, hoping my face didn't reveal that I truly thought of myself as a monster. After all, saying I wasn't the best person was a definite understatement. I was terrible. I was willing to torture the person I cared for most out of heavily misguided. And with that thought, I tried to push past Granger, but she blocked my way.

"Malfoy-" I cut her off as I pulled my wand out of my robes with a flourish and pointed it directly at her.

"You know Granger, I could kill you and throw you off the balcony right now, and nobody would be the wiser for it. What do you think your pet weasel would do then?"

Hermione looked shocked at my threat, then said, "Well if you're talking about Ron, then he would probably immediately figure out it was you and come after you himself, along with Potter. So go ahead. If it means it would rid the world of you, it'd be worth it."

My hand shook for a moment, then I said "Stupefy!" Hermione's face crumpled into shock, then she collapsed backward and I took that moment to make my escape to dinner. I didn't want to be late. I was looking forward to seeing Avery's when she saw that we were having mashed potatoes.

I think this is my longest chapter yet guys! I'm very proud of this one and I hope you all liked it! Remember to leave a review with your thoughts, plot ideas, or an OC for me to use. I would appreciate so much.