Potions 2
"What's that?" Ron asked nervously.
"It's Polyjuice Potion," replied Hermione quickly. George gave her a withering look.
"Must you spoil the surprise?"
"Well, it was obvious once Angelina told me you were doing it in secret for about a month," said Hermione shrugging.
George frowned. "Then one month bit, possibly, but a lot of potions take a month to make. What made you so sure that it was Polyjuice?"
"I… oh." Hermione blushed. Ron's ears had gone rather red, and Harry was scratching the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with everyone and everything. Ginny smirked.
"They made some in secret at school."
"When?" said Bill sharply.
Ron muttered something indistinguishable.
"Pardon?"
"In second year."
There was a stunned silence for a moment, then Teddy let out a bark of laughter.
"Oh, man! You little rebels!"
"It was her idea!" said Ron defensively, pointing at Hermione.
Everyone laughed at George's expression. His mouth was opening and shutting in a wonderful impersonation of a goldfish. Eventually, he managed to say something.
"Hermione, you really are a worthy wife of a Weasley!"
"I know," said Hermione smugly, pecking Ron on the cheek.
"So, anyway, we have here some Polyjuice Potion. Lee and I thought it'd be fun to turn into each other, just for an hour, and see how we fare in each other's bodies."
"Excusez moi, but I 'ave no intention of changing my appearance," said Fleur testily.
"Oh, I don't know, mother, it might be fun," said Victoire. The others nodded in agreement.
Fleur sighed. "One hour?"
George nodded. "One hour."
"Alright."
George grinned. "Trust me, it'll be fun." He took out the teacups and began to ladle out some of the potion. "We're all gonna mix up the potion so we don't know whose is who, go into different rooms- girls into mine and Angelina's, guys in Lee's- and we're gonna take our potion, then get changed."
"Hang on!" said Ginny. "What if one of the guys gets a girl's potion? Or the other way round? I really don't think I'd feel too happy if one of you lot started undressing me in front of a guy." Fleur, Angelina, Hermione and Victoire all nodded.
"Pfft, fine, have it your way," said George, rather grumpily, Harry thought. "We can all drink our potions one by one, then go get changed one by one, that better?" The girls nodded reluctantly.
"But you must show our bodies respect, guys," said Angelina warningly, her dark eyes flashing. "Take any… liberties with us, and we'll make sure you regret it, okay? And, in return, we'll behave in yours. Agreed?"
"Agreed," everyone said in unison. George handed out the glasses of muddy liquid.
"Okay, everyone, take a hair or two from your head and drop it in the potion, then set it back on the table quick before it changes colour."
Fleur and Victoire delicately plucked a silvery hair from their partings; Ginny yanked a couple of red hairs from her fringe; Harry, who was used to this, ignored the pain as he pulled out a small clump; George, Bill, Charlie and Ron pulled out a single hair from the top of their heads; Teddy changed his hair colour several times before pulling out a blue hair; Hermione, like Ginny, simply yanked a few hairs from her fringe; Lee pulled at his dreadlocks half-heartedly, then cut a tiny piece off; Angelina extracted a loose hair from one of her braids. As the potion bubbled gloopily, everyone put their glasses back on the table, and George mixed them around with a wave of his wand.
"Okay, now everyone has to guess which colour is who."
He picked one up and showed it to everyone. It was a tan colour. He sniffed it tentatively.
"Hmm, smells like chicken. Surely this is Ron's."
"Hey!"
"Well, you pick one up and guess who it is."
Ron glared at his brother and chose a red potion.
"I think it's… Fleur, 'cos she has a temper as fiery as this red."
Fleur snorted disdainfully and picked her glass.
"This is a chocolat colour, so I think eet is… my darling Bill, because 'e is as sweet as chocolat."
Harry ignored the gagging noise his wife was making and said, "Your turn, Bill."
Bill picked a purple one. "I think it's Angelina."
"Why?" He shrugged.
"I really don't know, I just seem to associate purple with her."
"This one's sort of… opal-like," said Angelina after choosing her glass. "It's white, yeah, but when you move it there's other colours mixed in too… like dragon scales! Charlie, I think this is your one."
Charlie grinned. "Well, mine's golden, so that's got to be Harry. Ron told me what colour your one was," he added apologetically. "Not really fair, but I'm not good at guessing."
Harry took his time choosing his, eventually selecting a pale, minty green potion. "Maybe… George?"
"I've already picked mine, so… Teddy, you want a shot?"
Teddy winked at Victoire and chose a pale blue one. "Personally, Ron, I think this one is Fleur. Vicky?"
Ron spluttered, and Hermione dug him hard in the ribs.
Victoire selected an orange one. "Ronald, surely. The great Chudley Cannons supporter."
"Not that there's much point," muttered George. "Who's left? Ginny, Hermione, Lee?"
"You go first," smiled Lee. Ginny chose a turquoise one and Hermione a green one, leaving Lee with a dark blue potion.
"I think this is Teddy," said Ginny.
"… George?" Hermione guessed.
"And this is either Fleur or Victoire, I think," said Lee uncertainly.
"Everyone reasonably happy?" asked George, glass raised. "Cheers!"
They clinked glasses together and downed the lot.