Draco sat before his once favorite teacher, who was absolutely seething with anger. In all his years at Hogwarts, Draco had never once seen Professor Snape so livid. The sallow skinned man was pacing back and forth in front of his desk muttering about Draco's stupidity. Draco was far too busy trying to figure out how he had ended up in Snape's office when his plan had been so perfect.
"Of all the idiotic, hair-brained ideas…You very nearly cost us everything, Draco. What exactly were you trying to accomplish?" Snape glared at his once favorite pupil. Draco only stared up at his Head of House. Snape couldn't even wait for the boy to respond before he began ranting again.
"I thought after that stupid stunt last year with that Revulsion potion episode, you would at least have the frame of mind to leave the girl alone. I'm beginning to think you're obsessed with Greengrass, and right now, you can't afford any distractions. You have much bigger things to be getting on with, don't you think?"
Draco remained silent. He was barely containing his anger. The plan had been flawless. He had worked very hard and made sure everything was accounted for. It had taken a full month of hard work and immense patience to perfect the Polyjuice potion. He had managed to get his hands on the necessary hairs, and then had to wait for the opportunity to present itself. It finally had, and Draco was not about to waste it.
"Now, your job is to make sure neither of them come back here for a full hour." Draco told Crabbe and Goyle. They were idiots, but he trusted them to do as they were told. Though he would have preferred Nott's help on this, as Theodore was far more capable of subterfuge and distraction. Not to mention handy with his wand. He'd have been able to keep Greengrass and her sister busy while he searched for the Luck potion.
Unfortunately, Nott was serving detention with Flitwick that evening, so he had to task the job to Crabbe and Goyle.
Draco had filled a vial with Polyjuice and added the younger Greengrasses hair, and watched it turn a warm shade of violet. Then, he proceeded with his cronies in tow to locate both Greengrass girls to make sure they wouldn't burst in on him while he searched for the tiny vial that would enable him to accomplish what he must.
Daphne was in the library with Potter and the rest of the Gryffindor idiots. Tracey Davis was not with them, but Draco figured if the blonde was in her dorm, he could just pretend that Daphne had given him permission, as Astoria, to get something from her trunk.
Astoria was a bit harder to find. After having staged Crabbe to watch over Daphne and make sure she didn't go anywhere near her dorm until he returned, Draco and Goyle began their search for the more Slytherin of the two Greengrass girls.
It turned out that Astoria was playing some stupid Muggle game with other third years on the Quidditch pitch. Goyle was stationed in a place where he could watch, and not draw attention to himself, and Draco headed back to the Slytherin Common Room, where everything was waiting for him.
He'd sent home for some of his old clothing. As Astoria, he was going to shrink a bit, as the girl was smaller than he was. And it would look very strange if she was walking around in clothes that were too big for her.
Another problem appeared when he had taken the potion. Two of them, actually. As it turned out, Astoria, was rather well built in the chest. Cursing at his oversight, Draco used his current shirt and jumper, while he slipped on his pants from second year, and threw his cloak on over it all. He had no time to waste.
It was a very strange thing to walk out of his dorm as Astoria Greengrass. He cursed his lack of knowledge of the female form, though he'd "examined" Pansy many times, he now began to really appreciate girl's bodies. It felt awkward just to try to walk as he did normally.
Draco thanked the founders for their design in building the Castle, and especially how the dorms were set. He didn't need to go out into the Common Room to get to the girls dorms. His only concern was whether not the wards protecting the girls dorms would activate.
He breathed a huge sigh of relief when he made it inside the sixth year girls dorm and found it deserted. He quickly began opening each trunk to determine the owner of each. He felt a slight sickening feeling when he found Pansy's and saw she had quite a collection of pictures of him. She also had scribbled hearts with her name and his in the middle.
"Pathetic." He sneered, slamming the lid shut.
The next trunk was that huge cow, Bulstrode's. Draco couldn't help but snicker. He had heard that she was now on some sort of diet, and even claimed to have had some kind of tryst while in Bulgaria or somewhere. He couldn't believe she thought running around, and eating rabbit food was going to make boys want her. She'd be better off trying to make it with Eloise Midgeon.
Next was Tracey Davis. This was rather interesting, as Tracey apparently favored very sexy and slinky undergarments. In fact, it distracted Draco for a bit as he pawed over the silks and satins. He thought for a bit that it all belonged to Daphne, until he found a few letters from Davis' parents. It was too bad that Tracey came from such a low standing family. The Davis's could only trace back the purity for seven or eight generations, and had very little in the way of gold. Had her lineage been a bit better, Draco thought it would be very nice to get her to model some of her sexier lingerie for him in private.
With only one trunk left, Draco began his search in earnest.
He was once again startled to find that like her best friend, Daphne favored very appetizing undergarments. He was very thorough with his search of her clothing. He didn't wish to miss that little vial hidden in a pair of tights or a bra.
Once he was sure that she hadn't hidden the vial of Felix Felicious in her clothing, He began sorting through the rest of her belongings. Books, letters, keepsakes. Everything came out of Daphne's trunk as he sought for that elusive little vial. With every item that passed his inspection, his frustration began to mount. Time was running out, and the Liquid Luck did not seem to be in her trunk.
Once Draco had tossed aside the last scrap of parchment, he went to the small table beside her bed. Every student had one of these next to their bed to keep their glasses, or small pictures on. He ripped open the little drawer and rifled through Daphne's pictures and jewelry.
"Astoria, what are you doing in here?" Daphne Greengrass' voice rang out. Draco turned to look at Daphne, who was staring in utter shock and horror at the disaster in her dorm room. She was looking at her belongings and back to her younger sister, who looked horrorstruck.
"I was just…" Draco began to stammer, trying to come up with some excuse to explain everything as Astoria.
"What are you talking about, dork? I'm right…"
Astoria Greengrass slipped through the door just behind her older sister, her eyes suddenly becoming as large as dinner plates. The younger Greengrass stared for a moment at her mirror image before shrugging her shoulders and looking at her sister.
"My mistake. Apparently I am in here, and I'm wearing really awful… Are those boys clothes?"
Draco's plan fell apart right in that moment. His mind froze as he stared at the girls. Daphne began trying to retrieve her wand, as her sister did the same. Draco did the only thing he could think of and ran straight at the girls, screaming as he stormed them.
He managed to knock Astoria over, and Daphne tripped him up. Draco spilled onto the hard, unforgiving stone floor, and quickly got his feet under him. He still had a few minutes left before the potion wore off. Perhaps if he could find someplace to hide, he might be able to get away with his plan.
"Incarcerous!"
"FUCK!" Draco screamed as he felt magical ropes wrap around his arms and legs. He landed on his face, and felt his nose crack on the floor. Blood began to pour from his nostrils, and Draco new he was done for.
Thankfully, it had been Snape who Astoria had gone to fetch upon her sister's plea for a teacher. Once the Polyjuice wore off and it was discovered that it was Draco, Snape released him from the bindings and led him to his office. Many people laughed as he was not allowed to go put on proper fitting pants. The ones he had been wearing had not survive Draco's return to his normal form and had split quite obviously leaving no guesses as to what kind of underwear he preferred. The only thing redder than his Speedos was his face.
All through Snape's raving, Draco wondered where his two flunkies had gone and how they had screwed up so simple a task. Even more disturbing was what had become of the little vial of potion. Had she already used it? It seemed incredibly likely. Draco tried not to imagine what the bitch had wasted it on. Some meaningless rendezvous with Potter?
This, of course, led his mind to imagine Potter pawing at his soon to be prize, as she writhed and panted, wearing some of the more interesting pieces he had found in her trunk.
"Are you even listening to me?" Snape snarled. Draco looked up at the man he now considered weak and useless and gave a very pronounced glare. Snape leaned over him, his long hooked nose nearly touching Draco's.
"You're walking a very dangerous edge here, boy. You were not chosen because of your power, but your assumed ability to get close to the Headmaster."
"Why don't you just give me my 'punishment' so that I can get back to work on my mission." Draco sneered.
"You are being careless. I still don't understand why you had to rifle through the girls belongs. Explain it to me. What exactly does Greengrass have to do with your mission? Please, tell me, because for the life of me, I can't figure out what on earth possessed you to do that. You are supposed to be keeping a low profile, and not drawing attention to yourself."
Draco stood up, and absentmindedly flattened the wrinkles on his robes, forgetting for a moment he was still in torn pants with his rather obnoxious underwear on display. Even Snape's recoil at the sight didn't faze him as he cast a superior glare at the former Potions master.
"I know what I'm doing, and I don't need you or anyone else. I can do this on my own."
Snape simply returned the glare. After a moment of staring, Snape relented and crossed his arms.
"Three weeks detention with me, starting tomorrow night at eight o'clock. We will be discussing your plan, Draco. You will not be making this mistake again."
Draco stared hard into his Head of House's cold black eyes for another moment before turning on his heel and marching out of Snape's office and back to his Common Room where he planned on reminding both Crabbe and Goyle about loyalty.
"Good morning." Daphne smiled as she sat down next to her boyfriend for breakfast.
"Hey. So, what did Astoria need so badly last night?" Harry asked looking up as his girlfriend sat herself next to him. Both Hermione and Neville looked up with curiosity.
"It hasn't happened yet, has it?" Tracey Davis asked as she quickly sat on Harry's other side, staring at the Slytherin table. Daphne thought it odd behavior, as Tracey normally sat with her back to the Slytherin table. Daphne had never questioned it, but her friend had always made it a point to sit facing away from their own house table.
"What?" Hermione asked, looking thoroughly puzzled.
"Good, he's still there. Oh, this is going to be so good." Tracey said, clapping her hands and squealing with excitement.
"What's going on?" Neville looked to Harry, who could only shrug in confusion. Harry turned back to Daphne.
"Are you going to tell me what hap-"
"OOH OOH…" Everyone turned to look at Tracey, who was on the edge of her seat, nearly halfway across the table. Everyone turned to try and see what she was looking at.
"Damn." Tracey sighed, and fell back into her seat.
"Tracey, honey, do you want to fill us in on what we're waiting for?" Hermione asked, looking very frightened.
"Something wonderful." Tracey grinned, which made Hermione shiver involuntarily.
"Have you told them yet?" Astoria asked, taking a seat next to Neville, who smiled in greeting. Astoria nudged him playfully with her shoulder, and then focused her attention on her older sister.
"I was just about to." Daphne said, then turned to their friends to tell them all that had happened the previous evening.
Daphne had been studying with all of them in the library, when Astoria had come in looking for her.
"Daphne, can we talk? You know, privately?"
Daphne looked up, and her heart caught. She had never before seen her younger sister looking so nervous. Astoria was dirty and sweaty, the knees of her jeans stained green. Daphne figured she must have been out playing football again. Ever since the previous year, Tori had become increasingly obsessed with the game, and had organized more than a handful of games.
"Sure." Daphne said closing her book, and getting up.
"This might take a while." Tori said, looking a bit grim, and apologetic. Daphne took the hint and packed up her books, gave Harry a quick kiss and followed her sister out of the library.
"I'm sorry about this." Tori gave a weak smile as they exited the library. "But… I just need someone to talk to, but I don't want to do it in front of everyone. I mean, I know I can trust Harry and the others, but…"
"Sometimes you just need a sister?" Daphne asked, arching an eyebrow. Tori gave another weak smile and nodded. She didn't say anymore but led her sister down to the Slytherin Common Room. The entire journey, Daphne was lost in her thoughts, wondering what could possibly be troubling her vivacious sister, when it suddenly hit her like a rampaging Hungarian Horntail. Boys.
Suddenly, Daphne couldn't stop smiling as thoughts of revenge began flashing in her mind. Going up to the young man and asking why he didn't just go out with her sister, as it was such a simple thing. Or stalking Tori and her intended and shouting out inappropriate things just to prevent them from sharing their first kiss. Even the thought of badgering her younger sister about her most intimate secrets almost made her burst out laughing.
Daphne led the way to her dorm with Astoria trailing just behind her. Everything stopped when she opened the door and saw her younger sister tearing through her bedside table. Her clothes, books and personal items were strewn about the room, and the Astoria in her dorm looked like she was about to be sick.
"Astoria, what are you doing in here?" Daphne asked.
"I was just…" The Astoria in her dorm looked really frightened and ready to bolt, while behind her, Astoria began slipping into the room.
"What are you talking about, dork? I'm right…"
Astoria stopped short when she spotted herself looking quickly between Daphne and herself. She took in the scene in front of her, trying to comprehend what exactly she was seeing.
"My mistake. Apparently I am in here, and I'm wearing really awful… Are those boys clothes?"
The Astoria before them suddenly looked down at herself and then back up. She gave a loud war cry before stampeding at them. Astoria found herself knocked to the ground as her doppelganger pushed her over. Thankfully, Daphne had somehow managed to trip the imposter up and got her wand out of her robes.
"Incarcerous!"
"FUCK!" The faux Astoria screamed as she feel to the ground trapped in magical ropes.
"Go get a teacher." Daphne said urgently. Astoria nodded and took off to find help. Daphne approached the now restrained imposter, kneeling beside her.
"Who are you and what are you doing going through my stuff?" Daphne demanded, pushing the tip of her wand into the fake Astoria's face. The girl grunted and strained to get free, but Daphne had perfected the spell over the summer.
"How are you so sure that I'm not your sister?" The fake asked.
"Boy, if you even have to ask that, you really didn't do your homework before impersonating her. Plus, the clothes, not a really good disguise. First, it's Sunday, and Tori never wears her uniform on the weekend, and second, she prefers skirts." Daphne smirked.
Then, Daphne noticed something strange. The girls hair began to lighten from Astoria's dark brown to a familiar shade of blonde. It was also shortening, and the girl actually began to grow. The pants the girl was wearing began to rip as her legs grew.
In another few minutes, she was staring at Draco Malfoy.
"YOU!"
"What is going on?"
Daphne looked up as Astoria returned with Snape in tow. Snape looked quite confused as to why Draco Malfoy was tied up on the ground with his pants torn up.
"Sir, we just caught him in my dorm room going through my things. He was disguised as my sister, and he just turned back. I think he was using Polyjuice potion." Daphne said quickly. She got to her feet, and Snape stared hard at her for a moment. Daphne thought She felt something pushing inside her head for half a second, then it vanished.
"Was anything taken?" Snape asked. Daphne's brain kick started, and she looked back into her room.
"I haven't had the chance to look yet."
"Might I suggest that you do so now." Snape remarked coldly. Daphne turned and went into her dorm, and began going through her things. Astoria came in and started helping her sister pick things up. It appeared that everything was still there.
"Everything seems to be here, sir." Daphne said, coming back out. Snape had stood Draco up, and removed the boy's bonds, though he was keeping a firm hold on him so he couldn't slither off.
"Very well. I suggest you clean things up, while Mister Malfoy and I go speak about getting into things that do not belong to him."
Daphne watched as Snape began bodily pushing Draco out through the Common Room, and she heard more than a few people snicker at Draco's bright red bikini briefs.
"What the hell was he doing in here going through your stuff? And where did you get all this naughty stuff? Has Harry seen you in any of this?" Astoria grinned, twirling a pair of silky purple panties around her finger.
"Give me those!" Daphne snapped, snagging her underwear from her sister. "And I don't know what that disgusting little ferret was doing in here."
Then, something occurred to her. She did have something that many people would covet. Something most people might kill over. Something that promised to grant wishes, in a manner of speaking.
"I think he might have been after this." Daphne said reaching into her shirt.
"Oh, I don't need to see yours, I have my own set." Tori feigned disgust.
"Not those, moron. This!"
Daphne held the vial of golden liquid in her hand. She had fashioned a necklace out of a thin cord of leather and had kept it with her at all times. She reasoned that they might find themselves in a situation where they needed it, and wasn't about to be unprepared for that contingency.
"What is it?" Tori asked.
"Something that may help Harry when the time comes."
"Contraceptive potion?"
"Ah! What is wrong with you?" Daphne shrieked. "What did you want anyway?"
"Huh?"
"You dragged me away from my friends because you needed to talk to me about something, remember. And, not that I'm ungrateful, as we managed to catch ferret-boy doing…whatever he was doing in here, but what was so important?"
"Oh, right… yeah." Tori's bravado slipped away, as she slumped onto her sisters bed and watched her putting her things away.
"I, uh, I want to know how to tell if I'm in love."
"What?" Daphne stopped folding her clothes to stare at her younger sister.
"Well, you've been with Harry a long time now, and I figured you're the best person to ask. It's clear to everyone that you're in love, I just wanted to know how you know."
"Tori? Is there a reason you're asking about this?"
"I don't think they want to hear about that." Astoria said, cutting her sister off.
"You really think Draco was after the Luck potion?" Hermione asked conspiratorially.
"Either that or my underwear. He could have got more than a few pairs, given how he'd thrown them about."
"Eww." Tracey shuddered. "That is just so wrong. I can't even stomach the thought of that maggot going through my underwear. It's just so wrong."
"Given what he was wearing, I imagine some of the things you own he'd be quite comfortable in." Daphne smirked.
"What about you two boys." Tracey said with a wicked grin. "What do you got under your pants."
"Neville wears boxers." Hermione said without thinking. Daphne, Astoria and Tracey all stared at her, each wearing identical grins.
"Uh, I mean that he…" Hermione stammered her face burning crimson.
"How do you know that, Hermione?" Tracey goaded. The girls were all smirking at the bushy hair witch, who had buried her face in her arms.
"How long has she known your preference for boxers, Nev?" Daphne quipped. Neville, who match Hermione's crimson color, looked between Tracey and Daphne before suddenly reaching for his goblet and draining it. Harry was sure there wasn't more than a swallow or two left in the golden cup, but Neville just kept drinking and drinking.
"OH! OH! OH! Do it. Come on!" Tracey was leaning forward again and staring across the Great Hall. "Come on, just drink your damn juice!"
"Who are you talking to?" Harry asked befuddled.
"Blaise." Tracey smiled evilly.
"I thought you liked him." Neville said, looking terribly confused. Tracey colored a bit but shook her head.
"Why are you staring at him? What's going on?" Hermione asked, poking her head up from her arm cocoon.
"Vengeance will be mine." Tracey whispered. "Yes!"
Across the Great Hall, Blaise Zabini had just taken a sip of his pumpkin juice and set down the goblet to return to conversing with his girlfriend.
"So, what's supposed to happen?" Harry asked, watching Blaise along with the rest of his friends.
"Wait for it." Tracey was grinning madly.
Blaise shook his hand suddenly, scratching the back of it. He then shook his head. He shook out his hand again, flexing it. He suddenly looked at his hand and shot up from his seat.
"YES!" Tracey shouted, pumping her fist. Thankfully, her shout of triumph was buried under a sudden burst of shouts from the Slytherin table. Blaise stood up from the ground, his face erupting in angry boils.
Those closest to him began to laugh and point. It took a bit before Harry and his friends could see why, as they were too far away, but it soon became very clear what was happening.
Blasie's pants were becoming very tight around the crotch, until the sound of cloth tearing became apparent. Blaise was doubling over, as parts of him that weren't meant to grow continued to do so. His pants finally gave way, and everyone could see that, like Neville, Blaise preferred boxers. It appeared that someone had the foresight to put some kind of stretching charm on the boy's underwear as they had yet to rip as Blaise's boy parts grew to the size of automobile tires. Blaise was unable to stand anymore and fell onto his back screaming, more in terror rather than pain, though Harry guessed the boils would be rather painful.
"Those look like silk." Daphne remarked, trying not to laugh too hard, and finding it difficult. "Are those dragons on his shorts?"
"Gods, I hope I never piss you off." Neville said, unable to disguise is awe.
"I have to write those Weasley boys and thank them. And Dobby is getting a boatload of new socks!" Tracey howled with laughter.
"You got Dobby to help?" Harry asked awestruck.
"I told him you'd want him to help me, and he was more than happy to slip the activator potion in Blaise's goblet for me. If he hadn't drank his juice, nothing would have happened." Tracey said, wiping tears from her eyes.
"What exactly did you do to him?" Harry asked, smiling even though he was a little worried for the dark skinned Slytherin. Harry didn't really know the boy, but he had been a part of the DA last year, that had made him alright in Harry's book. Tracey had spoken about him over the summer, though it had all stopped when they got back to school. He knew something had happened, though he figured, given how Blaise was now rarely seen without a certain girl in his company, that he already had a girlfriend when Tracey had spoken to him on the train.
"Well, I asked Fred and George to give me some supplies. They sent me a care package of powders and salves to put on his clothes. One particular powder caught my eye. They said it was a sort of engorgement thing. It is terribly easy to get into the boys dorms and put things on their clothing, you know. I also put some stuff to give him boils and he's going to have a lot of difficulty relieving himself for a while. Also, he's going to be terribly itchy. All of it starting to work when he drank the activator potion in his pumpkin juice."
"You are truly wicked!" Astoria grinned. "You must teach me."
"Um, how long is he going to…" Hermione made a motion with her hands to indicate Blaise's rather large problem. The boy in question was now being escorted out of the Great Hall by Snape, who looked murderous, and Flitwick, who appeared to be having trouble keeping his face straight.
"Why did he deserve that anyway?" Harry wondered. Tracey's mirth melted a bit, and she gave a weak smile to Harry.
"Let's just say that he should have apologized to me for something instead of making me feel like a complete and utter slag, and that after this, I have no more issues with him, ok?"
Harry nodded, and then looked to Daphne, who gave a small shrug. He started to ask her what was going on, but she quickly shook here head. Harry was not an idiot by any stretch of the imagination, but he knew that in this instance he was quite clueless. One day, he would learn the full story, and he knew on that day, he might have to speak to Blaise himself. After all, Tracey was family, and you simply did not mess with Harry's family.