After the little escapade with the red bikini, things died down until about eleven. Then things went from embarrassing to disastrous. It started with a glass of pumpkin juice that Lee gave Harry. Harry had been slightly shocked that Lee was able to stay up that late, and was suspicious of the pumpkin juice. Finally, with a little convincing from Hermione, Harry drank it. Everything was fine until about ten after eleven. Then…
"Harry, what's wrong with your face?" Hermione asked.
"What do you mean?" Harry inquired.
"It looks like someone drew a mustache on your face," Hermione answered.
"What?" Harry yelped. Hermione handed Harry her pocket mirror, and his was indeed sporting a mustache and a beard that was drawing itself. "What's going on?"
"Fred and George must've spiked your pumpkin juice," Hermione replied.
"Or that little devil Lee did it," Harry muttered, but not so quietly that Hermione did not hear him.
"Lee is an innocent little girl," Hermione snapped. "Look over there! She's innocently drawing!"
"Well it must be one of Fred and George's products," Harry insisted. "Go talk to them and asked them why they're selling stuff to a ten year old."
"Lee didn't do this, Harry," Hermione said firmly, but she got up to talk to Fred and George anyways. When she returned, she said, "It's a potion that turns you into a voodoo-doll like thing. The person inserts one of their hairs, like polyjuice potion, into the potion, and whoever drinks it becomes a voodoo-doll. If the person that inserted a hair has a picture of you, whatever he or she draws on the picture will be drawn on you, and this side of your face is black." Harry stared in Hermione's pocket mirror. She was right. "It takes twenty-four hours to wear off, so for now I suggest you just be patient."
Something clicked inside Harry's head. "That's what Lee's drawing! She's drawing on my face!"
"No she's not Harry," Hermione insisted.
"Go and check," Harry snapped.
Hermione sighed. "Okay, I will." Hermione walked over to where Lee was sitting. The two chatted a bit, and Hermione came back. "She's working on a picture of a house, Harry."
"She's just using that as a cover up!" Harry cried.
"Stop being so paranoid," Hermione advised.
"I'm not paranoid," Harry hissed.
"Then stop framing Lee for all this stuff," Hermione commanded.
"But she is!" Harry exclaimed. "I know s-"
Harry was cut off because at that second, a boy going up to the common room accidentally spilled Lee's ink all over the area of the picture that happened to be Harry's mouth. The rancid sour taste of ink flooded Harry's mouth and spit a giant glob of it on to his incomplete homework.
"Great, now I'll have to do it all over again," Harry muttered, trying to wipe the taste out of his mouth.
He shot a glare at Lee as Hermione began to shake with laughter. Lee grinned back and held up a picture of Harry's face with a mustache, a beard and a giant ink blob.