Siriusly, Voldy? *Sequel to Why? Because of Them.*

Chapter 13: Polyjuice Potion.

Autumn's P.O.V. - In the bathroom

"We have exactly an hour before we change back into ourselves." Hermione said, pouring the green and disgusting potion into four cups. 

Polyjuice Potion. 

Hermione, the smarter one of us four, has cooked up this potion for us to transform into the some of the Slytherin. Ron would be Vincent Crabbe, Harry would be Gregory Goyle, Hermione will be Millicent Bulstrode, and I will be Pansy Parkinson. Foolproof, right? Let's hope.

Hermione gave us all a glass of the liquid and we stared at it in disgust, and I personally thought that I was going to puke right there and then.

"Add the hairs." Hermione said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I added a black hair of Parkinson's into the potion. I'd love to see how I feel with black hair. 

"Ugh, essence of Crabbe." Said Ron in disgust. 

"Cheers." I had to fight down the urge to throw up when I said that. We clinked the glasses and drank. 

We all took a huge gulp of the potion and all instantly parted the glass from our lips. I don't even have a name for it. It was horrid. That doesn't even begin to describe it, either. 

"I think I'm going to be sick." Ron said, clutching his stomach and running into a bathroom stall, while dropping his glass that broke into pieces.

"Me too." Hermione said right after, breaking her glass and running into another stall. Harry just kept drinking and I didn't know what I was doing. I was just standing there, making gagging noises. Seconds later, the glass I was holding met with the bathroom floor and broke into pieces. I ran into another stall. 

I heard Harry make sounds and his glass broke as well, but he didn't seem to run into any stall. To me, that didn't matter at the moment. My skin was BUBBLING. Scared out of my mind, I ran out of the stall and stared into the mirror, just as Harry was doing next to me. I'm not making any of this up. 

My face was bubbling, too. 

Before I knew it, the face staring in the mirror was not me. It was Pansy Parkinson. And the boy next to me was not Harry, it was Goyle. And the other boy who came out of the stall wasn't Ron, it was Crabbe. 

"Harry? Autumn?" 'Crabbe' asked. 

"Ron!" We said together. 

"Bloody hell." Said 'Crabbe.'

"We still sound like ourselves." I mentioned. "You need to sound more like Crabbe." I said to Ron. 

"Bloody hell." He said again, and I smiled.

"Excellent." Said 'Goyle.' 

My eyes widened. "Uh, boys. Where's Hermione?" 

"I-I don't think I'm going! Go on without me!" She screamed out of the stall. 

"No way." I said. "I am not leaving you here alone. Let me stay with you." 

"Hermione, are you okay?" 'Goyle' asked.

"Just go. You're wasting time. You too, Autumn!" She yelled out. 

The boys hesitated, but Harry grabbed my arm. 

"C'mon!" He said, in a low voice, and we ran towards the Slytherin Common Room. 

We walked, with Harry trying to figure out where the Common Room was. 

"Hey, wait, doesn't Parkinson fawn all over Malfoy all day, every day?" I asked in shock, remembering this. 

Smiles crept up on their faces.

"Yes." They said in unison. 

"Hermione did this on purpose. I bet." I growled. "Why do I have to? And, its MALFOY!" I whined. No no no no no. I can't STAND the guy, and I have to pretend that I am "in love" with him?! No, this can't be happening. 

"It'll be fine." Harry tried to assure me. 

"You try pretending you're in love with your worst enemy." I told him, angry. 

This will be a long hour. At least we're doing it to find out the heir of Slytherin, aren't we? So what does it matter if I pretend I fancy Malfoy? It won't hurt. It's just an hour.