Truth or Dare, Mr Malfoy? Hmmm…Dare.

Okay, so I decided to take out the two perspectives thing because I though KISS- Keep It Simple, Stupid. Happy Reading! xo Australia.

Hermione and her two best friends soon arrived in front of the transfiguration classroom. Even though McGonagall was still busy as Headmistress, trying to sort out the issues of the school, she still taught NEWT and OWL extension classes. In this particular class, however, there were Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and, unfortunately, Slytherins.

' Ah well, at least Crabbe and Goyle aren't in this class….' Hermione thought to herself as she sat down whilst listening to Harry and Ron discuss the Chudley Cannons' latest defeat.
" It was all Dudgeons' fault! He's a useless seeker! He tried to impress the crowd with the Wronski Feint and instead plummeted to the ground like an idiot!" Harry said with agitation.
"Well it's…He's brilliant … no evidence to say …humph! I resent your tone!" Ron babbled furiously while turning into a tomato.

"Good morning, class!" McGonagall waited until the hubbub had subsided, "I'm afraid you will not be having a normal Transfiguration class today. In fact, you won't be having a Transfiguration class at all." The class whooped and cheered until being quickly sobered up by the Professor's stern gaze. Hermione's hand immediately shot up in the air.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
" Professor what about the homework you assigned for us? The piece asking us to explain, in our own words, the delicacies involved when transfiguring a totally muggle object, examples: a microwave or a television, into non muggle objects ,that is to say-" Hermione's words were drowned out by McGonagall's voice.
"Yes, Miss Granger. I'm completely familiar with the homework which I set for you," Hermione blushed furiously as some of the Slytherins snickered at her discomfort, "and I still want everyone's pieces on my desk by the end of this 'so-called' lesson." The whole class groaned while Hermione was sighed in relief.
"Thanks, Hermione!" Ron said grumpily. (I KNOW RIGHT! Avpm. I'm sorry I just had to put it in there. Sorry on with the story…)
" Ron, what are you talking about? I finished your essay yesterday night. Here." She pushed a roll of parchment into his hands.
" Oh." Was all he said before turning a furious red and hugging her tightly.

"Now class, as of this moment, you are going to be starting a very advanced project. It is extremely dangerous," Ron and Harry's eyes sparkled as they snapped to attention, "if not performed correctly. Understand that you must perform it correctly otherwise there will be extremely serious and grave consequences." McGonagall finished while some Gryffindors were patting a very worried Neville on the back.
" Oh! One more thing, students, you will all be doing this in partners!" Suddenly everyone was looking at each other and mouthing silently, fingers raised and pointing.
" I'm sorry, let me rephrase that. ASSIGNED partners," this resulted in another groan from the students, " to explain more is Professor Dumbledore."

Suddenly everyone started talking.
"What!" Seamus exclaimed.
" Did she say Dumbledore?" Parvarti asked.
" But Maccy G! 'E's dead!" Dean shouted heatedly at McGonagall resulting in an 'if-you-use-that-name-for-me-again-you-will-get-a-two-month-detention' look from her.
"She's definitely lost it this time!" Pansy Parkinson said.
" Ugly old hag's gone bonkers. I betcha 10 galleons that Dumbledore won't show?" Said Blaise Zambini greedily.
"10? Doing a Weasely? Make it 20!" Draco pressed.
"You're on!" Zambini replied.
"How is he going to come in? Surely he's more comfortable in his tomb, what with all the flowers and that lovely white cushion? " Hannah Abbott asked kindly.

To answer all their questions and, in some cases, bets, a portrait of Albus Dumbledore hovered into sight.

" Hello, my wonderful Hogwartians," the canvas Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as merrily as they had done when he was alive, "now then, this project will start today and last roughly, let's say, three days. Ahhh but here's the catch: everyone will most certainly finish this project today; by the end of the day. 3 days in one. How can one do this? Anyone figured it out yet?" Evidently Hermione's arm shot up like a bullet, but this time so did someone else's: Malfoy. She glared at him.
"Mr Malfoy, have you figured it out?"
" Yes sir. Time travel. Uhhh,that is to say, we will probably be using time travel with some of the time turners recently acquired by the new ministry after the wa-" Malfoy's voice faltered, "after the defeat."
"Correctomondo!" Dumbledore's voice echoed in the classroom, "10 points to Slytherin! Minerva, if you could?"
"Certainly Headmaster. Accio time turners!"

Almost immediately two black briefcases came floating through the window and landed on McGonagall's desk. She opened them to reveal a dozen time turners each engraved with the initials 'M.O.M.'
"In set pairs you shall travel back in time to when you first began your journey here at Hogwarts." Dumbledore began again, "you shall witness your sorting and the way you behaved in your younger years. After that, you shall retire to the Room of Requirement where beds and the necessary hygiene practices are to be performed. Showers," he added, at the confused looks on some faces.
"You will be able to interact with everyone you meet in the past but listen closely: you must not mention anything about this class and yourself. In other words, everything you tell them, or rather yourselves, must be a lie. Do I make myself clear?" The pupils nodded, " to make sure you don't forget your assigned identity, you will each be given information cards, designed by myself and the other professors. The information cards will include your fake name, date of birth, parents, home and even blood status, even though it matters no more. I'm sorry, Minerva, if you could again? It is awful; being stuck in a painting for the rest of your existence…" he soon trailed off as Minerva McGonagall started handing out the information cards.

"Bones, Susan! Brown, Lavender! Bullstrode, Millicent! Corner, Michael! Finnigan, Seamus…"
"Oooh! Harry, Ron what are your names? Mine's Lorelle Gavenliss" Hermione asked eagerly.
"I'm Torin Faux." Harry answered.
"And my name's Ambrosias Diddams!" said Ron proudly.
" Urgh! What a god-awful name! Why, I suppose it's even worse than Weasley!" a voice belonging to Draco Malfoy drawled from behind them.
" Whatever! What's your name then, Malfoy?" Harry spat out.
"Blake Collins." Came Malfoy's smug answer.
" That's a muggle name." Said Harry.
"Not to mention a girl's name!" Hermione added with a sly smirk.
" Arrghh! Professor McGonagall! You've made a horrendous mistake!" Malfoy shouted and started to push through the sea of students. The trio smiled wickedly and continued swapping information.

Hermione looked at her card. It read:

Name: Lorelle Gavenliss

Date of Birth: 2nd of December 1975

Parents: Alexis Gaveneliss neè Apromisis and Raziel Gaveneliss

Home: Gaveneliss Grounds, Hampshire.

Blood Status: Pureblood

"Students! I will need you to line up in front of my desk! Single file, if you would be so kind…" McGonagall's Sonorsused voice rang out. With much shoving and pushing, a line was finally formed. With a flick of her wand, the professor transfigured each student's appearance. Ron lost his flaming red hair, only to be given a mane of thick, brown hair. His freckles disappeared, his nose shrunk lower and he grew shorter. Harry became babe-beach blonde, his eyes changed from green to a hazel colour and he sported some freckles. His prominent scar seemed to dissappear as well, although, if one looked squinted enough, a faint outline could be seen.
' I guess nothing fully removes a dark magic curse scar.' Thought Hermione sadly and before she knew it she was at the front of the line.

'Here goes.' she thought to herself.
McGonagall muttered a few incantations that changed Hermione's frizzy hair to be straight, backlength and a dark blonde colour. Her eyes also transformed into a ocean green and her freckles disappeared like Ron's had. Soon enough, everyone in the room was trying to remember who was who with the most noticeable change of one Draco Malfoy. His bleach blonde hair was gone, and in its place was a darker shade with brown highlights. His deathly pale skin was now tanned and his eyes, which were a cold, piercing grey now so light and brown and he had freckles! It was only due to the sneer he held, that one could recognise him.

" I have made sure the charms will last for three days so that your younger selves won't recognize you because, frankly, some of you haven't changed a day," she looked in Draco and Harry's direction, " physically and mentally, Mr Finnegan, stop sleeping in my class!"
" WHAT! I'm not doing anthin'!" A redhead at the back of the class exclaimed his eyebrows arching in impossible ways.
" Oh I'm sorry, Seamus. Then who are you?" she asked a longhaired boy in the third row who seemed to be sleeping on the desk.
" My bad, professor. It's me, Dean. And it's jus'… my new 'air's sorta stuck in tha crack of the desk…."

And with that the class' concentration ended with fits of laughter.