Polyjuice Potion and You

Taken from Fated4HP class suggestion - 10 points to Fated - Fated can also still complete the class!

Make a Polyjuice Potion - you'll already want to have a person in mind - drink it and turn into someone you always wanted to be (from HP). Write about how you go through a day pretending to be them. You can do this in any style you like - a letter to a friend, RP it, creative writing, etc.

Things to consider: Can you pull off being someone else? What would you do in their shoes? Why did you choose that person? Can you pull of a believable person? Any side effects? Any slip ups?

Please make the person from the Harry Potter verse.

There is no word count for this assignment, though the more detailed it is the more house points you may be awarded.


Possible housepoints: 100

No copying/pasting and any websites which may be used, cite them in your answer.

Good luck and have fun!

I picked Hermione Granger. :face:
THis would be my routine of the day.

7:00 Wake up in the Girls Dorm, and get dressed. ::purr::
7:15 Go to the Great Hall for Breatfast with Ron and Harry. :cheers1:
8:00 Go to Arithanacy :idea:
8:30 Meet Ron and Harry in Transfiguration :idea:
9:00 Go to Hagrid's for Magical Creatures
10:00 Go to Acient Runes
11:00 Have Lunch with Ron and Harry
1:00 Have Defence Against The Dark Arts
2:00 Have Potions ::sad cry::
3:00 Meet up with Harry and Ron to go to Hagrid's ::heads::
5:00 Go back to the castle for dinner! ::hippo::
7:00 Do Ron and Harry's Homework
8:00 SPEW Meeting ::mexican::
10:00 Sleep

Kitkat put the finishing touches of lacewing flies into the boiling potion and closed the 'moste potente potions' book before sitting back and letting the potion come to the boil. In five minutes it would be ready to add that one little ingredient which would make the potion and change her apperence; a hair from hermione grangers head.

****ten minutes later****

Kitkat surveyed her reflection in the mirror and scowled. Yes, that was the face of Hermione, now all she had to do is play the part. she had made the potion stronger than usual which would give her a whole day. Grabbing the book and hiding the cauldren and the unconscious form of the real Hermione, she walked out into the corridor and down to breakfast.

****Breakfast****

She nearly made her way to the Ravenclaw table, yet luckily caught her reflection in the chandaleir and quickly retraced her footsteps towards the Gryffindor table. Hermione always sat between Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, so silently she sat down, keeping her fingers slightly crossed.
After saying her hello's, she grabbed for a slice of toast and marmalade and hungrilly bit into it before noticing the confused stares of both Harry and Ron. It was then, she realised that Hermione hated marmalade. One mistake which proved the small things are the most important things to get right.

****First class****

After breakfast, kitkat realised that she did not have a clue what class she was meant to be at. Hurriedly she turned to Harry and whispered that he had a headache from all the homework and couldn't remember what class she was meant to be in. Harry gave her a weird look before whispering back 'arithmancy' and leaving her to go to his class. Well, now she knew the class, but having never taken arithmancy she had no idea where it was.

****30 minutes later****

After many a wrong classroom, kitkat finally found the arithmancy class and recieved her first ever detention for being so late and not having her homework, well Hermione's first ever detention anyway.

The game was up. When Harry and Ron found out about it, they found kitkat out.

****What kitkat learnt****

*The smallest of details are the most important when trying to be someone else
*Research their day carefully BEFORE changing into them
*Be most convincing to those close to the person you are changing into - it is them who knows the person best and will notice any little thing different!
*Hermione is just too difficult to copy!

I chose Cho Chang:
My hands shake and tremble and i feel my hair growing longer and my skin going pale and that gross pimple that grew last night disapears. My eyes stay the same but i become taller and then i am Cho Chang.
I look at my reflection and i see small changes to my face and body and smile broadly *Cedric here i come!*
I virtually run down the stairs full pelt and seat myself at the Ravenclaw table, Cho Chang's friends fuss over me and tell me how i got a long beauty sleep and they only got a short one. But i am busy staring dreamily over at Cedric of course and Cho's friend says loudly,
"I wonder when he'll take you too the lake again" Cedric looks up and doesn't give me his usual *i love you Cho* Smile but a strange one, he looks directly at me then shakes his head. I drop my gaze at him and weakly eat my breakfast 'does he know its not his precious cho?' Dumbledore lets us go and i walk straight up to Ced and give him what i always have wanted to do, a peck on the cheek,
"Hiya Ced" Cho's voice sounds bright and annoyingly cheery but then i remember it is mine now. He still looks at me strangely and i realize i had spent nearly and hour staring at him. I feel my face clumsily and Cho says,
"Its only a pimple Cho Cho"He says in his sexy husky voice then continues,
"Sorry i gave you the weird look but you usually don't get pimples"

I chose Severus Snape during HBP, not yet killed Dumbledore

Cautiously, I leave the toilet cubicle and walk over to the cracked mirror. I nearly cry out in alarm at the person looking back at me; for starters it's a man and secondly I'm Snape! Yes, I knew who I wanted to be and the effects of the potion, but still that is not a good thing to see staring back at you.
Looking in the mirror, I practice some 'Snapisms'; raising my eyebrow, curling my lip etc. When at last I am satisfied that I can fool most of the school, I leave the girls' toilets my stolen robes billowing behind me.
"Aah!" Ok...definitely not a good start. Note to self: Snape is not normally seen coming out of girls' bathrooms. Scowling at the scared first-year, I walk off towards the Great Hall.
On my way I see an opportunity too good to miss...Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter in the midst of a duel. Though no smile crosses my lips, I know my black eyes are glinting. Quietly, I approach the pair, trying for the swooping-bat look. Then with all the derision I can put in two syllables, I speak, "Potter!"
Harry turns round to me, his eyes filled with hatred, while behind him Draco smirks at me. "What do you think you are doing?"
Harry's eyes blaze along with his temper; "Duelling", he states irritably.
"And what are the Hogwarts rules on duelling?"
Harry stares back at me in anger but does not answer.
"Well, let me fill you in Potter, it is forbidden. And that means that some points need to be deducted, doesn't it?" Oh, I am good! Harry's temper is bubbling over now. Behind him, Draco's smirk has widened and is not far off a full laugh.
"So, that will be 50 points from Slytherin," I tell a gobsmacked audience. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors calculate me shrewdly waiting for the catch, when none appears they slowly begin to cheer. The Slytherins, however, look close to heart failure. Draco looks at me in horror and says in a whiny tone: "But, sir..."
"Do you want me to take more points from you, Malfoy? Just because all the rest of the Slytherins are afraid of you, do you really think that I am?" Oh, I can feel a good tirade coming now. "So unless you want Slytherin to lose the House cup again this year..." Draco's face is changing into shock, as he stares behind me. Enjoying myself, I snarl, "Look at me when I'm talking to you, or do you want detention for the rest of the..."
"Excuse me, but I thought only teachers could give detentions," says a silky, greasy voice behind me. Scared, I whisper a most unSnapish phrase, "Uh, oh!" and run for the main doors. Snapeis chasing after me, knowing that soon the potion will wear off and my true identity will be revealed. However, Harry and his friends stand in the way of Snape and hurry me on, cheering. I run out of the doors and go to hide behind a bush for my transformation, before sneaking away in the confusion to Hagrid's to while away the time it will take for it all to die down.

My name is Charles Downing of Ravenclaw, and I am James Potter's potions partner. This entire year I have had to endure Potter's constant whining about Ms. Evans and her refusal to go out with him. Fed up, I finally gave him a plan. I would impersonate him, using the Polyjuice Potion to show him how to act around Lily, and he would follow me using his Invisibility cloak. He agreed, since I was friends with the aforementioned Lily Evans - being a Ravenclaw and all.

That Saturday (I didn't want to miss any classes), the plan was set into action. I met James and the other Marauders in the Room of Requirement, which they had shown me specifically for this task. I sure hoped I didn't let James down. Then, I drank the foul-tasting Polyjuice potion and felt myself transform into a look-alike replica of James Potter. Not even daring to look into the mirror - his hair had always bothered me - I set out to the library, closely followed by James under his Invisibility cloak. I took out my books and started working, completely confident in the fact that Lily would show up sooner or later. There was one thing I hadn't accounted for, however: James's fanclub. Before I knew it, a gaggle of girls had gathered around me, whispering rather loudly and giggling behind their hands. Desperately, I tried to ignore them, and instead, turned my attention back to my work. But their incessant murmuring kept distracting me. Finally, I told them, in a rather loud voice, that if they wanted to talk that they should leave the room. Hesitantly, they obeyed. I was rather surprised to see that Madam Pince hadn't come over, but I guess that she was so dumb-founded by the fact that James Potter was actually in the library telling people to be quiet that she let me be. Was I happy about that, or what!

A few minutes later, I looked up, to stretch my neck, and noticed that Lily had occupied a spot not far from me. Noticing me looking at her, the red-head turned around fiercely. "James Potter. Why are you of all people in the library? Don't you know that this is only the place for people who actually work? Go preen over yourself elsewhere!"

I looked over at her. "Well, Ms. Evans, I, for one, do seem to be doing my work. If you haven't noticed, I was working quite diligently until you decided to disturb my peace and quiet."

It looked like my response had shocked her, since she looked scandalized. With a defined 'humph', she marched over, and snatched the parchment from my hands. As she read over it, I could tell that she was becoming impressed with my work. "I guess even a big-headed prat such as yourself can do some work. Perhaps, I have misjudged you." Smiling, Lily returned to her desk and started working. However, she noticed my gaze piercing into her, and she turned around hesitantly. When I was sure I had caught her gaze, I winked at her, and I couldn't help but realize that a blush was creeping up her cheeks. Satisfied, I finished off the essay and placed my belongings in my bag, before waving goodbye to Lily and heading back to the Room of Requirement.

The moment I entered, James threw off his Invisibility Cloak excitedly. "That was bloodly brilliant, mate! Now, tell me how I should act again."

An hour later, I was no longer James Potter, but a certain boy by the same name was indeed very, very grateful.

A/N: Ah, fluff . . . I. hate. fluff. Ah, well. I usually stick to angst, but this was kind of interesting to write considering I had to stretch my limited romantic sense . . . lol

-Delta

The potion. Brewed in all its glory, hidden in secret waiting for the month to be over; is finished. Sneaking into my oh so dark deserted room, I grab a cup and drink just enough. I then proceed to get slightly ill though I am able to stomach the foul concoction and observe my body take on that of whom I have chosen. Ron Weasley. Why? Is what you're probably asking. Hahaha. Well you'll see and oh what fun this will be.~
~It's breakfast now and that foul tasting concoction bubbles in my stomach, I must go grab something to eat and so I rush off to the Great Hall.
And as I enter, I almost make the mistake of going straight over and sitting at my Slytherin table. But no, I'm a Gryffindor today so I try to walk proudly to the Gryffindor table.Unfortunately, my Slytherin pride shows through, and Potter and Granger immediately bombard me with questions.
"Goodness Ronald, you are in a chipper mood." says Hermione.
"Yeah Ron, what's the occasion? Did you win another game of wizard's chess?" Harry adds on.
I try to smile, but instead I smirk. And I try to sound a bit normal like Ron but sadly, my shrewd straightforward persona kicks in. "If you two want to know that badly then it's clear that you both should be reintroduced to the beauty of a happy day." I say almost sing-songy which cauzes them both to look at me funny. And then as I sit down and take only small portions for my breakfast, and use my napkin in a rather dainty manner-as I don't like eating like a slob- they gawk at me as if I am committing a crime. I finally have to look at them. "Is there a reason the two of you are observing me in such a skeptical manner?" I ask.
Harry's brows wrinkle so many times, and Hermione's face scrunches up so much you'd think she were an old lady ready to bop you with her handbag.
These two are filled with such curiosity that neither one seem to remember how to speak at this moment. All they do is gawk at me. So, I; being the clever,cunning Slytherin simply flash a most flirtatious smile at Hermione and watch her quickly look away. Then as I look to Harry who seems bewildered by my actions; I blink my eyes at him also flirtatiously cauzing him to nearly choke on whatever it is he is now chewing and clear his throat numerous times before finally asking. "Ron, are you okay?"
I can't help but chuckle. But then suddenly a drawling voice cuts into my fun. "Well if it isn't Potter and Weaselbee." Draco sneers.
Having now become a little annoyed that my fellow Slytherin can't keep his ferret self over at his own table and has to come spoil my fun, I turn my head to see him, and of course his two goons. "Greetings Draco." I say in a most friendly manner once again cauzing Potter and Granger to gawk at me.
Draco glares at me as if I were an enemy and then, I stand up, and face my fellow Slytherin.
"Sit down, Weasel or else." are the next words that flow from that ferret boy's mouth. And so, I smirk, allowing my oh so cruel, sarcastic side to come forth and in a pleasant tone I speak. "Draco my friend, you astonish me. Surely one of such high class as yourself could afford to buy some manners and might I add; find more attractive ladies than these two to be your entourage`." I gesture at Crabbe who blushes then Goyle who glares and looks like a raging bull.
Draco gives me the dirtiest look. Behind me, I hear Potter and Granger cracking up. Oh those two will get theirs as well. And so before Draco can speak I quickly add. "Perhaps if you'd like a more suitable entourage` Potter would be a lovelier choice and ones presentation can't be complete without a canine companion." I add as I gesture to Granger who now looks furious. Harry looks a little confused but once he catches on, I grin seeing him glare at me. Draco; who at first looked extremely ticked off, now smirks and laughs lightly. "Impressive Weasel, who'd of thought you would insult your own friends?"
I turn to Draco again and then shrug. "Well, you could say that there's a little bit of Slytherin in me." I say proudly.And a most curious look crosses Draco's face as he raises a brow at me. And then McGonagall approaches cauzing Draco and his goons to leave.~
~Later on in Potions class, I'm a little more calm and sitting there beside Harry who hasn't said another word to me since the morning. He's still fuming and across from me Hermione is glaring at her cauldron.And then suddenly I feel something hit me on the arm and I quickly grab a rolled ball of parchment. I glace behind me to see Draco smirking along with Crabbe and Goyle who look to be ready to break out into a fit of laughter.
I then turn, unroll the parchment that reads.
"Fated, pretty tricky game you played, though you should of told me, I would've liked to play as Potter." Is what the note says. I smirk and then wonder how it is that Draco knew? And then my answer comes at the bottom of the parchment. "PS found the real Weasel on my way to potions stuffed in a broom closet, and since we hadn't seen you all day, we figured it out. Though if you want to pull off a more believable Weaselbee, you might wanna try to be less arrogant and be more wimpy. "~
And then just as I am about to fold it up, a hand reaches down and snatches it from my grasp. And low and behold it is none other than Snape.
"Just what is this?" He demands coldly. When I don't answer he reads the parchment and glances over to Draco who looks a tad bit uncomfortable and then back to me noticing that I am sporting a similar expression as my Slytherin mate. "Mr. Weasley, passing notes in my class will not be permitted." He says shrewdly. Then as he shifts his cold glare to Potter, I swear that the corner of his mouth looks as though he wants to smirk for he is now approaching Harry who looks completely dumbfounded. "Mr. Potter." Snape hisses in a low tone. "I am taking 50 points each from you and from Mr. Weasley for your lack of attention and for passing notes in my class." As Harry's face falls I try to hide my oh so cruel grin. I glance to Draco who discreetly shows his appreciation for my clever cunning little game. ~
~Dinner time~ And so here I am in the Great Hall, and I'm almost finished with my day of losing points for Gryffindor mwahahahaha! Oh so sad that this day is coming to a close but before I shed my facade and return to my devilishly-handsome self; I will do one more thing.And I look around to make sure that no one is watching, I then see Seamus and I pick up a dinner roll and toss it at him cauzing it to land in his soup and splatter on his clothes. He looks in my direction and I nod my head to Harry who just happens to have a roll in his hand he is holding and gesturing with it as he explains something to Hermione. And Seamus then picks up the soggy dinner roll that has become soaked in his bowl of soup and throws it at Harry. And Harry looking caught off guard shoots Seamus a dirty look and throws something back. And then Dean gets into it followed by a few others and as the Gryffindor table erupts into a food fight fest, I quietly get up and sneak away as McGonagall and Snape rush over and a series of points start getting deducted with McGonagall and Snape's voices now a muffle for I am walking towards the door, Draco gives me a proud nod as do the rest of the Slytherins. Strolling by I nod back to them and proceed out the door, having performed a great service to my house in the most sneaky of ways. In my opinion, a job well done for I am a true Slytherin.

Emelia eyed the rancid looking potion before her. Grasping the now warm glass, she quickly drank the foul tasting liquid, bubbling as it falls down her throat. Spluttering, Emelia grasped the marble sink, as she watched her entire body transform into the infamous girl that was Pansy Parkinson.

She was taller, her height not something Emelia was normally accustomed to. Her hands and feet were larger, and the laces on her shoes began to press down, making her feet throb. Emelia's shoes were too small for Pansy's feet. Cursing herself silently for this foolish mistake, she took off her shoes and proceeded to walk out of the girl's bathroom. Watching the eyes of other students peer down towards her feet, she began to jog in the direction of the Slytherin common room. The freezing chill of the morning had made the dungeon floors very uncomfortable to walk on in very small socks. Breakfast was soon, and she had only strengthened the potion to last for about 12 hours.

The Slytherin portrait was beginning to open as Emelia noticed Crabbe and Goyle make their way down to breakfast. They stopped, but not to look at her feet. Glancing at her chest, Emelia scowled.

"Would you morons let me get in then?" she spat fiercely at them, and they quickly scuttled over to the portrait and held it open for her.

Striding through, she scanned the room for the entrance to the girl's dormitories. Now running up the stairs, she saw the neatly engraved "Pansy Parkinson" on the foot of her bed. Frantically searching in her trunk, underneath the bed, and around her dressing table, Emelia finally found a pair of appropriate black school shoes. Getting a bit more excited now, Emelia practised strutting in true Pansy fashion. Making her way to the Great Hall for breakfast, she was eager to see how the rest of the student body identified her. The hateful glares recieved from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw made Emelia feel very uncomfortable. Remembering that Pansy never looked the least bit insecure, she strutted over to the Slytherin table.

"Hey Pans, can I see your timetable for today, I totally spaced it and forgot mine" asked Millicent Bulstrode, a friendly side Emelia had not quite seen before.

"Uh, sure" replied Emelia, feeling around her robe pocket for the small piece of paper that explained the daily life of Pansy Parkinson. Making sure she looked at what she had first period, she saw that Pansy dotted her "i's" with love hearts. Something Emelia would have to remember if she was going to be absolutley believable.

The loud chimes of the first morning bell rang through Pansy's ears, and she picked up her small, purse like school bag and followed Millicent out of the hall.

~~~~~1 hour later~~~~~

Potions was quite dull when you were a Slytherin, Emelia noted. Proffessor Snape's obvious favouritisms didn't lead to much excitement, and she found herself watching her fellow house mates do the rest of the work. Realising that this was quite a Pansy thing to do, Emelia smirked. Suddenly, a light piece of parchment found its way over to her lap. It read -

Pansy,

Today's classes are a waste - we got permission for the Quidditch team to practise for the rest of the day. Come and watch with some of the other girls, I know you'll like it.

D.Malfoy

Malfoy wanted her to skip class so she could watch him practise Quidditch? No way!

Wait, Emelia wanted to live the Pansy Parkinson experience, and if this is what this girl did, Emelia would follow through. In her most girly handwriting, she replied.

Draco,

I'd love to!! See you there!

Love Pansy xx

Returning the note to Draco, she watched as he read her reply. He smirked at her, and she batted her eyelashes. Emelia never batted her eyelashes, this was all completley new to her - but she enjoyed the adrenalin of not being caught yet.

~~~~6 hours later~~~~

After watching Draco Malfoy fly around on his broom infront of the stands, occasionally doing a few flashy moves, Emelia was quite tired. She didn't actually see him take out the snitch the entire time - perhaps his ego boosting was of a higher priority than practising. So this is why Gryffindor always won! She followed the rest of the Slytherin crowd back into their common room, only to hear Draco continue about why his amazing training techniques were going to ensure them the Quiddicth cup this year.

"Oh Draco you are so talented!" she added, feeling a bit strange being so quiet all day.

"Pansy, tell me something I don't know" Draco replied smoothly, not even bothering to look at her.

Not appreciating this rude manner, Emelia stepped up from her seat.

"Well maybe you don't know that in order to practise as a seeker, you need to practise with a snitch!!" she said hotly, her face becoming quite flushed.

"What?" Draco was obviously as suprised as she was about her reaction. The rest of her peers were now gawping at her, as Draco got out of his seat to stand, his tall body towering over hers.

"Don't even think about telling me how I should and should not do things, Parkinson. Do you know where you stand within this school? Beneath me, no matter that we wear the same colour. Be sure not to forget that!"

Emelia's eyes widened, wishing that she had never said anything in the first place. She had screwed up this time.

"Right. Sorry" she muttered, not wanting to look at the figure above her.

Draco raised his eyebrow, but turned to resume his place on the couch. Emelia wanted to leave, now. Dinner had just begun, and she silently walked out of the Slytherin Common Room. Sitting down at the table by herself, seeing as the rest hadn't arrived yet, she got the easiest thing she could swallow and ate it quickly - not wanting another confrontation from the Slytherin alpha-male. After stuffing some food in her mouth, she made her way to the bathroom where her transformation was to begin again.

Emelia looked at herself in the mirror again. There stood Pansy Parkinson, however not wearing the usual sneer she had on her face. Without such an expression on, her face looked more natural, softer. Recounting her day, Emelia gathered that Pansy had quite a simple role in the Hogwarts society. To follow, and remember where she stood within her clique. As long as she had them, life was quite an easy road for her. Mess it up, and Pansy would find herself eating dinner alone again.

The sickening feeling of Pansy's body morphing into her own again had struck Emelia. Closing her eyes and waiting for it to stop, Emelia looked into the mirror once more. There she was, looking back. Emelia couldn't help but feel a bit of relief as she noticed that the shoes she was wearing, were a little to big for her.

A Day in the Life of Ronald Billius Weasley
By Drake O’Riley

I smiled to myself as I put the finishing touches on my Polyjuice Potion., brewed in secret for that long month. “Almost ready Ronnie.” I looked up from the floor of the Room of Requirement at the ginger haired boy. “Remember, you ‘AVE to stay HERE or this will neva work.” Ron nodded slowly, looking almost terrified. He had recently revealed to me a crush he had on a certain bushy haired friend of ours and I intended to take care of it lest Harry and I suffer his incessant whining of the girl. “Alrigh’ Ron, give me some of your hair.” He raised his hand to his head and plucked a few of the red hairs, wincing slightly. “Don’t make me look like a fool now, Drake, I do that well enough on my own.” He surrendered the hairs which I sprinkled into the potion. “You certainly do Ron.” I carefully poured the lumpy, foul smelling liquid into a cup, eyeing it warily. “Bottoms up.” I brought the cup to my lips and swallowed it as fast as I could. Ron watched me carefully as I finished off the last of it. “Ah, refreshing.” The sarcasm in my voice was apparent as I looked up at Ron. “Is it working?” I brought myself to my feet and looked down at Ron now, slowly feeling myself shrink a few inches (as I was taller than he) and watched his eyes widen. “I’d say that it is.” I felt my hair shorten a few inches and went cross-eyed as I watched a lock of my hair turn from black to bright red before my eyes. “Brilliant.” I was startled by the sound of my own voice: the thick Irish accent was gone! “Alright Ron, now stay here, I’ll be back in a few hours.” “What am I suppose to do?” I smoothed out my robes as I turned to leave the room. “You’re in the Room of Requirement…I’m sure you’ll find something to do, Ron.” He shrugged and nodded his head. “I suppose you’re right.” I nodded and pulled the door open. “Wish me luck!” And I bolted from the room with a wink.
“Its Saturday, I know just where Hermione is.” I muttered, making my way for the fifth floor. It was odd being Ron and remembering to respond when called to by that name. “Oy! Weasley!” It was Angelina and she looked rather furious. “Why did you miss practice this morning?” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at me. “I, ah, I…” I had to think quickly, “Had to, uh, go to detention…with Snape. He made me, ah, clean all his cauldrons with a toothbrush…and I’m not done yet so I have to go now, bye!” I made a mad dash away from the fuming Angelina and slipped into the library.
Yes, I was safe and all was going well so far. I scanned the library for Hermione and soon caught sight of her bushy mop, her face hidden behind a copy of Hogwarts, A History. A perfect opportunity. “Say, Hermione, how many times are you going to read that ruddy book?” I plopped down in the seat across from her and tipped the edge of the book down so I could see her face. “As I’ve told you before, Ronald.” Her dark eyes shot up at me. “I’m reading it to see if I can find anything else out about the school, to see if there are any hidden secrets I haven’t discovered yet.” I rolled my eyes in a very Ronnish way. “Bloody hell, woman, you’ve always got your face stuck in a book.” She smirked and closed the book, setting it down. “It’s more than I can say for you, Ronald.” I smirked and leaned over the table towards the girl. “Well, Miss Granger, I can say that I certainly have more fun that you do.” She raised a brow to me. “Are you feeling alright, Ronald?” I quirked my head to the side. “Why do you ask?” She folded her fingers and set her hands on the tabletop. “Because you just called me Miss Granger.” She eyes me cautiously and my eyes darted about for a moment, searching nervously for an answer. I began to cool off and smirked, folding my arms a top the table. I would simply divert the conversation from my foolish mistake. “I wanted to talk to you about something, Hermione.” She raised a curious brow to me and tilted her head to the side. “And what would that be. Ronald? Potions homework again?” I huffed. Giving her a very Ron-like scowl. “No, not homework, Hermione.” I shook my head as if irritated. “We’ve been friends for a long time, haven’t we?” She shrugged. “I suppose so, but what does that have to do with anything?” I let out a deep, confessional sigh and looked into the eyes of Hermione. “It has to do with how I….” I stopped as she began to give me a very calculating look. “Ronald, why is your hair turning black?” I raised a brow. “Wha’ do you mean ’Ermione?” My accent was coming back as well. I turned my eyes in, locking on to a piece of hair hanging in my face. My accent was coming back as well. “Bloody ‘Ell!” I jumped to my feet and darted from the library and down the hall, heading back to the Room of Requirement before she could see me.
“Damn, what did I do wrong?” I continued to run down the hall as fast as I could when I heard a harsh voice call out “Weasley.” I turned to see none other than Severus Snape, the potions master swooping toward me like a great bat. “Oh no.” He sneered at me as he came up to me. “Ah, not Weasley after all, are you? O’Riley!” I hung my head and sighed heavily. “Now, seeing as though you do not know how to properly brew a Poly Juice potion, you shall spend the next month in detention with me, not only figuring out where you went wrong, but you will clean all my cauldrons…with a toothbrush.” I saw Ron now, peeking from around the corner, looking terrified, but almost bursting with laughter. I mouthed the words “I’m going to get you” as he held up the lacewing flies I failed to add to the potion.
And now, here I sit, in Snape’s office a week later, cauldron in my lap, scrubbing it…with a toothbrush.

I laughed evilly as I finished my Polyjuice potion. I quickly slipped Hermione's hair into it and drank. It tasted of paper and peppermint, an odd combination. I suddenly felt great changes come over me. I felt a great deal taller than I was before although I despised this new hair... Too bushy for my liking. I giggled to myself. This would be a prank to remember.

I only had an hour to do this. I would have brewed enough for the whole day, but I only managed to get enough ingredients for two doses. I would have felt guilt for doing this to a poor innocent soul, as I have always looked up to Hermione, but she needed some fun. Ron was not fun. So I would be evil and mean to him, and in essence make him despise her and after that her despise him. They would make up , but their would be no chance for romance any longer.

I crept along the corridors hoping someone she knew would come along so I could try her skin out. My prayers were answered when a certain Malfoy came along.

"Hey Granger? Off to go snog with your pureblood traitor boyfriend?" He sneered. Me being whoever I am quickly came up with a response while trying hard not to notice that like many girls say; Malfoy looks good.

"No but I see your off to go snog Parkinson. Only truly desperate guys would touch her," I laughed then continued.

"I'd watch your back Granger," He called "You never know who's sneaking up from behind."

I continued down the hall till I saw Harry. And Ginny. Together. Snogging. I coughed until they spread apart then smiled sheepishly. Ginny sighed. She obviously didn't want to be disturbed, but Harry looked quite embarrased.

"Harry I need to speak with you," I told him. I grabbed him by the arm and led him away. "I don't like Ron," I told him before he could say anything.

"What?!" He exclaimed obviously very confused.

"I don't. I can abrely hold an intelligent conversation with him let alone marry him someday,"

"Marry?" He asked

"Well the reason you date people is to marry them someday." I said reasonably.

"Marry?" He asked again.

"Yes Harry, marry," I laughed and he stood frozen.

"Hermione I can't marry Ginny!" He screamed. This is what I've been waiting for. Then he declares he loves Hermione and I would have fixed everything. "I'm not good enough for her!"

"WHAT?! You've battled a Dark Lord and- and your nice- besides what girl doesn't want you in the first place? You are a wonderful person! She doesn't deserve you,"

"What? Ginny is one of your best friends. Are you okay Hermione? Should I apparate you outside for some air?" He asked.

"No, no I'm fine!" I insisted, but I knew I made a mistake in that very moment.

"Are you under the Imperius curse? Oh my gosh! You didn't even tell me you can't apparate in or out of Hogwarts!" He started blubbering and was about to run to tell Ron so I did the only think I could think of.

"I love you Harry!" I screamed. That stopped him right in his tracks. "That's why I'm acting weird. You are all I've ever wanted, ever needed!" I quickly grabbed him and shoved him into an empty classroom.

"Bloody hell! Am I dreaming? WHATS GOING ON?" He yelled clearly scared. He backed away from me which is exactly what I wanted. I quickly ran out of the classroom and locked the door.

"Now I can go and talk to Ron without you interfearing," I hissed. I quickly put a spell on the door hoping he would figure out how to undoe it.

I ran. I was running out of time. I passed Ginny in the hall, but I completly ignored her. Finally I slammed into Ron when I turned a corner. This was my chance.

"Get off me you git!" I yelled. He smiled back at me.

"Gosh I hate you too," He said clearly thinking I was kidding.

"Never talk to me again! You rude pig!!" I pushed him away

"What has gotten into you?" He definetly wasn't buying this. I had to think fast.

"I LOVE DRACO MAlFOY!" I said shaking him.

"Wha?" His mind started to overload. I pulled a drink out of pocket, I needed more polyjuice potion or I'd change back. My plan faded, because as I pulled it out Ron grabbed my hand making it splatter to the floor. I felt my face changing so I ran once again only to bump into Ginny. She grabbed me.

"What in the world were you doing?" She hissed

"Let her go," Ron told her.

"Why?"

"She is obviously a sad fangirl. Probably one of the I love Harry Potter groups that also hate Ron," He commented. Ginny didn't seem to care

"Let me go, or I'll tell them your secret," I hissed in Ginny's ear. She stared back at me with cold eyes. She didn't believe me. "You were standing in the hallway when a certain Sly-" She let me go. I made a break for it and sighed.

The story will always end up how it was meant to be. No matter how much some ships anger me, no matter how much I think other ones would work out the story will always end up the same. "Darn you JK Rowling! WHy must it be so?" I called out into the distance.

I skipped away into the fading light which touched the background still aware it would probably take them forever to find Hermione. Poor girl.

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