A/N: Wow. I can't believe how much time school is taking up my life. It's ridiculous. o.o Um..I did plan to update yesterday but a problem came up as I tried to upload this file so I gave up and now that's why it's Monday. For some reason it works now and I'm really happy. Yay! Tomorrow is Halloween! I'm not going trick-or-treating (!) but I've finally got this chapter up. It's slightly longer than the rest...but I hope it's up to standards.

Chapter 6 – Poly Juice Potion

There was a considerable amount of people crossing on both ends of the alley. The ones who dared looked at the wizards occupying its centre would think the pair were a couple immersed in a bad disagreement. Their assumption wouldn't be too far from reality, but not quite so.

Draco shoved Harry back, prepared to bite at him. Glaring up at Harry, Draco thought it was funny. Only a few years back he was about a head taller than the raven haired man standing before him, but now he couldn't even look past his head. Draco bit back none the least.

"I wouldn't betray my people, Potter!" Draco fumed. "If I have left the Dark Side, I want some trace of loyalty left in me."

"What loyalty?" Harry questioned accusingly.

"Being there, I wouldn't spend the last three years gaining nothing, Potter." Draco muttered. "They were my friends. At least, remnants of friends…" His eyes looked downcast.

Harry observed him and stated almost bitterly, "I'll let you know they were trying to find you, and not for the reasons of friendship either."

Draco tilted his head skywards and searched the roof edges. They were gone, but how? "Of course they would…" He felt his blood turning cold. If that didn't happen, who knows where he'd be now. Who knows who'll he be with, and the thought of not having companions struck Draco hard.

For sure, Harry didn't feel as furious as he was before. The blonde's obvious vulnerability soothed his ember, but Harry stared at Draco's forlorn expression, not knowing what to do. His green eyes flashed and he turned sharply away as Draco slowly reverted his attention back to him. "I'm not telling you this again, but this is the last time. Get this through your head Malfoy. If you want to live, break all ties with your 'friends', especially that woman Pansy," and he tossed back Pansy's necklace, the least he could do for what would be asked next.

Draco quickly caught the sapphire pendent. It was lightweight and shone brilliantly in the dim light. He had presented it to Pansy as a sign of his affections, as more than a fellow Death Eater and more than a friend. They were both hypnotically beautiful, stunning though he wasn't even sure when he began to fall in love with her. However, their future together looked grim and impossible.

"How did you get this? She charmed this so no one could remove it for the exception of her and me."

Harry's answer was faint as he was turning the corner, but the words reached Draco's ears clearly and he almost wanted to deny that his words were true.

"She asked me to give it to you."

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Draco returned to the mansion, crestfallen. He didn't speak to Harry, practically ignored his existence the entire car ride back to the Black Manor. There was nothing to argue about, nothing to discuss about and certainly nothing good to talk about. However, that didn't matter because Harry didn't try to start any conversation either.

Stepping out into the Black lawn, Draco realized for the first time it was autumn. Amber leaves swirled around him; the grass was nothing but a dismal grave, each individual blade only slightly disturbed by the wind, and the heavens, empty as his hope is wavering. There was nothing left for him. Watching the different colored leaves churning about, sailing away in the wind to nowhere - Draco thought perhaps it would be traveling to a distant world. Draco thought he would continue to run away, just like those leaves, and end up no where better.

"Harry! You're back!' Hermione cried opening the door before Harry had the chance to knock. Draco was appalled as he watched the bouncy brunette wrap her arms around his neck in greeting. There was no hesitation in her action.

"Yes, of course I'm back!" Harry said strained. He tried to untangle her from him as Ron slowly emerged in the background, a slight disapproval in his eyes. "Er, hi Ron." Harry greeted casually.

"Welcome back," Ron replied with the same tone. Then said exasperated, "Oh, come off him Hermione! It's not like you didn't see him yesterday!"

Hermione straightened herself up and smirked, "Don't be jealous Ron. Is that because Harry was invited to the Raven hall banquet and you weren't?"

"I was what?" Harry asked as everyone jostled in through the door.

Closing the door behind him, Draco noted everything that was being said. As he slipped his black overcoat off, he realized none of what they were saying primarily concerned him. Harry appeared fairly surprised with the invitation. Hermione was, of course thrilled, despite that she wasn't the one invited, and Ron looked thoroughly disappointed and annoyed. However, they were all in a way, in sync with one another, no matter what their flaws were.

"You're going of course, aren't you Harry?" Hermione insisted.

"Of course he's not going, you dolt!" Ron disagreed. "Why would he? It's a completely boring banquet filled with old farts and politicians."

"Ron, you've got to quit that jealousy act of yours," Hermione stated curtly and turned back to Harry, "Ignore Ron, he doesn't know who's there, but Harry! You have to attend that banquet! Remember to bring a partner – and, oh! The Minister of Magic is going to be there, so you're presence has to be included, and the 'Silver Serpents' will be playing as the opening act, mind you, there actually playing something decent. And many of our old Hogwart professors are attending as well."

Harry smiled warmly at her. "Then why don't you and Ron go?"

"That is a brilliant suggestion Harry!" Ron agreed.

Hermione turned to glare at him and then turned back looking thoughtful. "That's not proper Harry. The one who's invited has the right to go…Oh Harry. I can't possibly take your place."

Draco stared incredulously at them. He envied their too-good to be true relationship and suddenly, he didn't feel too great. Scoffing more to himself than at them, he made his way up the spiral stairs. From the foot of the staircase, he heard Harry said, "Hermione, I don't really want to go. I don't have a partner and besides, I can inform the banquet heads you can go in my place."

"Could you Harry?" Hermione asked hopefully, and then her voice receded to doubt. "That's awfully pathetic though…"

"No problem, I can make it sound reasonable," Harry assured her. There were a few excited chatter that Draco couldn't exactly identify, and then silence.

"Oh…"

It was Hermione this time, "What is it Ron?"

"A letter just flew in."

Harry: "Let's see that."

Draco heard no more as he disappeared around the top, their voices turning into a soft echo of murmurs.

He reached his bedroom at the top and plunked himself on his mattress, springing up a little before truly settling. The sheets crumpled upon impact and Draco simply laid there brooding over his bitter discontent on the reason why he took leave so early. Obviously he was sickened by the lot of them. In contrast, he envied them to a most piteous desire. Draco realized his presence didn't belong among his former school mates and why should it? He wasn't even there when they all graduated, when they completed their education and were prepared to move on. Draco was the outcast and it was particularly true that his decision to become a Death Eater was half-hearted. Perhaps, if his father didn't pressure him so and Snape wasn't so watchful, his life could've been more…different then it was now. Perhaps he wouldn't have been so weak so that he was pushed to kill Dumbledore, his deceased and former school master. However, if he had livened up and took the old man's life, his life would also be different. Difficult actually considering if Draco did kill Dumbledore, dropped school, joined Voldemort's crew, abandoned the Dark Side, and ended up under the watch of Harry.

Yes…his life would've been a lot more complicated. Harry would loathe him twice as much as did now and maybe his friends would too.

Draco frowned at his possible scenarios, some what disturbed that he actually cared about his hosts' opinion. Turning on to his back, he stared up into his canopy, much on his mind and his heart cold upon another thought. His death couldn't matter if he was killed now, besides the loss of intelligence if he were dead, but honestly, Draco primarily knew nothing within the Dark Circle (containing the most prestige and loyal Death Eaters. Surprise, Draco isn't one of them despite being the number one Death Eater). His affiliate was Severus Snape and even he would not reveal every detail of the Dark Lord's plan. He wasn't trusted enough even in his own people.

No matter….

Draco's pale hand pressed firmly against the aquatic pendant. He was told form the seller it was called 'True Blue,' a beautiful mineral capturing the heart of its beholder. Draco didn't quite understand his words. Its many mysterious was the fact how the stone could remain cool as ice under his fingers. However, Pansy said it didn't feel like it was anything. Her description was air itself and Draco couldn't understand why she didn't feel what he felt.

Draco sighed deeply and closed his eyes. He wasn't exactly hurt by her rejection, in fact, he couldn't feel at all. The pendent in his hand grew glacier cold and Draco released it on to the bed, bearing the coldness no longer. At that moment, Draco heard Hermione's high pitched scream. He recognized it the last time she saw a spider coming from the ceiling. Though, this time, as Draco soon later learned, Hermione was screaming from happiness rather than out of fear.

His door creaked open and Draco turned his head to see who it was. He sighed again, exasperated. He really ought to have a lock on that door.

"That was Hermione if you were wondering who was screaming," said Harry from the door. His voice was grim to him in contrast to the warm voice he treated Ron and Hermione with. "It would seem that she was invited to the Raven Hall Banquet as well. The letter should've been due earlier but a storm was passing."

Draco sat up hastily, straightening his shirt that exposed his belly. "That's nice," Draco stated calmly. He did not try to look at Harry but rather his feet as he crossed the rugged room. They were interesting feet, covered in white wool socks. His left socked foot could be having a hole soon if Harry dragged it more…

"Is the floor that interesting?" Harry asked staring down at Draco.

Draco looked up, "No. It's your sock. It looks like there's going to be a hole."

Perhaps the most idiotic words to say to Harry ever, but Draco had no idea why he was in his room. What was he suppose to say? 'Get Out' wasn't exactly an option.

Harry raised his brows amused, but dismissed Draco's observation. He was going to need Draco in a…reasonable mood though; he looked drained as usual and much more depressed. Harry wondered why and crept into his mind almost unconsciously.

The blonde rewarded him with a scathing look. "Get yourself out of my mind now."

Harry withdrew instantly and realized Draco's mind was a lot easier to penetrate when he was sad. However, Harry managed to read some of Draco's thoughts before withdrawing. What the hell does he want? This better be over quick…

"How many times do I need to remind you to stay out of my head?" Draco warned angrily. He rubbed his head and tried to seal his conscious off completely. "So? What do you have to say?"

Harry gave him a tight smile, "Come with me to the banquet."

Draco's brow rocketed, his mouth was slightly hanging open, his eyes bulged, and his skin was as pale as the substance in his eyes. His white hand tried to make a gesture but instead trembled in the thin air. Finally he managed to say, "Go to hell."

"It's the least you could do after I agreed to take you in," Harry reasoned.

Draco stood up now prepared to argue, "Our agreement didn't include me being your partner! Besides, there are girls at that banquet you can pick up. I'm sure it's not that difficult considering who you are. And lastly, why would you take me of all people – I'm a man!" Draco finished quite awkwardly. "And you are heterosexual, no?"

"Why are you making such a big deal?" Harry asked calmly and paced the room a little, all the while facing Draco. "Consider this Malfoy, I hate you. Believe me when I say that. I am trying to be courteous when I ask you to 'Come with me to the ball.'"

"Courteous and ask?" Draco repeated stressing the last word. "Your 'ask' was a order, a command! I don't see what's so courteous about that."

This time, Harry didn't glower at him or bite back. He simply pointed out, "You don't want to be alone tonight do you? Tonight is the biggest night for any Dark plans to take place. You'll be a primary target, wouldn't you be safer among the company of other witches and wizards?"

Draco glared at him. "I'd rather jump a cliff than go with you."

"I hear Pansy could be there."

Draco eyes flashed, "Pansy? Why?"

"Perhaps a disguise to gather information."

"She'd be too noticeable. It's too risky."

"It wouldn't be if you were there. I'm sure she'd be glad to see you," Harry stated.

For a while, Draco wondered why. There was something not right here. Harry made it sound as if she wanted to see him though didn't he say Pansy reject him by returning the pendent? "You're lying Potter."

The darker hair man only shrugged, "Come along and find out."

Did Draco want to? The cost of seeing her…

"I don't want to be your partner."

"Then how would you get in?" Harry asked quizzically.

"I'll need to go with-"

"Me, that's right," Harry interrupted.

Draco shook his head, "I was going to say Hermione."

It was only a second, but Harry appeared faintly offended although it disappeared as swiftly as it had appeared. "You'll have no chance. Ron will kill you. They're always together no matter what. I just happen to take whatever's left over which, by the way, happens to be you."

Draco boiled at this phrase which depicted his insignificance. "Are you trying to not make me go?"

Harry shrugged once again and pulled out a vile with magenta colored contents. "I'm glad you've complied to my invitation. And I've thought it out. Why would I take a man, let alone you? I think I'd have to be dead drunk to do that," said Harry as he threw the elegant vile at Draco and walked away. "Drink that. It'll do you some good."

Harry disappeared through the door. As he left, Draco looked curiously at the small vile, turning it delicately around his fingers. It appeared harmless and normally Draco would test its contents for poison but as Draco eyed the vile and it's radiant shimmer, he felt it was luring him to drink it. Eventually, Draco caved in and popping off the cork, gulped it down.

There wasn't anything at first but then a slow recurring throbbing began in his torso and he felt his body heat up. The vile fell to the bed, its contents empty and its drinker doubled-up in pain. Draco crumbled on to his bed, clutching his stomach and breathed heavily. He could feel his body reverting back to normal temperature. Even as he layed there, he knew his body was changed. How could he explain it? Draco, felt…more petite.

Jumping to his feet, Draco sprinted towards the mirror, hoping he wasn't really what he thought he became.

Instead of a pair of blue-gray eyes staring back at him, he had chocolate milk eyes gazing at his slender figure. His blonde hair was now thick with almond brown hair framing a peachy face. Draco touched the mirror with finely manicured nails and withdrew them almost just as quickly, stunned. He examined further his new feminine body.

His hair hung in wavy curls all the way to his waist, and to Draco's further disgust, slender limbs and voluptuous curves. He could tell he had them even through his male clothing.

"Sick…" he whispered hoarsely.

Slowly gazing down, Draco found himself looking at nothing but cleavage. Hell, he couldn't even see his own feet! "This is not, right…" Hesitantly, he cupped his bosoms and to his horror and dismay, realized they were the real flesh bouncing, man-eating thing.

Draco inhaled one massive breath and screamed, "Harry! I'm going to rip your bloody head off!"

Down further along the hallway, Harry remarked glancing down the hall, "Really, he honestly took it...?" with raised brows and then turned away grinning.

Ron looked skeptically at him. "What was that awful shrill? It's even worse than Hermione's scream." He saw Harry's grim smile and frowned suspiciously, "Harry...What did you do?" he asked slowly.

"You've got Hermione for the banquet, let's just say I've gotten myself a partner too."

Really, this chapter was suppose to show the banquet seen by now and reveal more of the plot as well as the Draco/Harry, I'm behind a chapter that I ideally want. I was afraid of going past nine pages cause maybe that'll discourage my readers from reading. Please continue readers who are discouraged anyways. It would seriously make me feel better as this is a break from my studies. And if you're wondering how often I up date...probably once a month. I'm trying to keep a schedule for this story so "Perfect Enemy" will update every last Saturday or Sunday of the month. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. Review please and Happy Halloween! (I sound very enthusiastic...must be the candy I ate earlier...)