Draco Malfoy Imagines

Polyjuice Potion Pt. 1

Description:  Second year.  Harry, Ron, and Hermione have been plotting for months to infiltrate the Slytherin Common Room and see if Draco Malfoy has any knowledge about the recent attacks or the Chamber of Secrets.  

House:  Slytherin

Blood Status:  You Choose

A/N:  Please don't hate me for making reader more feminine than usual.

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Third Person POV:

Sitting at the Gryffindor table,  Harry and Ron pick at their food, waiting for Hermione to join them.  Moments later, she appears, clutching a bag full of books in her arms.  She sets it down with a large thud against the table and sits across from the boys.

"Okay.  The potion is nearly finished, you two," she announces.  "All we need now is a bit of who we're turning into."

"Crabbe and Goyle," Harry says.  

"Exactly," Hermione says.  She reaches into her bag and pulls out two muffins.  "I've filled these with a sleeping draught.  All you two need to do is get Crabbe and Goyle alone, feed them these and then steal their uniforms and pull out a few of their hairs."

"Blimey!  You expect us to do that, Hermione?" Ron exclaims.  Hermione shoots him an annoyed look.

"Yes, I do, Ronald," she replies harshly.

"Whose hair are you pulling out then, Hermione?" Ron inquires, trying to one-up her.

"I've already got mine, Ron," she responds, pulling out a phial and snowing it to the boys.

"Y/n y/l/n!" she says proudly.  "I got her hair from her comb that she keeps in her bag from when she was in the bathroom."

"So you stalked her and then dug up some comb?" Harry asks.  Hermione smiles.  

"It was simpler than I thought, Harry."

"But what'd you do with the real y/n?" Ron asks.

"She's gone for the holidays, Ron.  We have no need to worry about her walking in," she says proudly.  "Run along, now.  It's almost time.  You two'd better get your hairs and Crabbe and Goyle out of the way."

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The cauldron bubbles full of thick, blackish paste in the girls' lavatory.  

"Ewww!" Ron groans at the sight as Hermione uses a metal ladle to serve each of them.

"We'll have about an hour until we transform back into ourselves.  Put your hairs in, Harry.  Ron," she directs.  They drop the hairs in and the potions fizz a bit and change colour.

"Crabbe and Goyle look disgusting!" Harry complains to Ron.  Ron nods and takes a whiff of the potion.

"Smells like goblin piss, Harry," Ron says, screwing up his face from the smell.  "How come Hermione's looks alright?"

Ron points to Hermione's glass.  It's turned a pleasant caramel colour.  She shrugs.

"On three," she says.  "One... Two.... Three...."

They all take a big gulp.  Harry and Ron both gag, almost regurgitating the potion back up.  Hermione holds her nose and chokes down the potion, too.  They watch as their skin changes.  Hary and Ron grow taller and wider, their faces rounding and morphing along with Hermione who is also transforming.  Within a few seconds, they're all finished with the transformation.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaims.  "I'm Crabbe!"

"Let's go.  We don't have much more time." Hermione reminds them.