Twisted (Year 2)

Identity Theft

~(Y/N) POV~

After our full last day of classes everyone was packing up their dorms. Getting ready to go home for the holidays. 

Draco and I decide to stay in our rooms, it was late anyway. People were asking too many questions we didn't want to answer. 

"Why aren't you two packing?"

"Am I going to see you at the New Years' ball?"

"Did you get in trouble or something?"

We weren't the only ones they were asking, though. Crabbe and Goyle decided to stay for the holidays too. I push my friend's questions out of my head. I need to go to bed, I have to meet Draco in the common room tomorrow morning. At least everyone will be gone by then. 

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~HARRY POV~

I yank my blanket off of my body and check the clock.

'Great. Ron and I are late to meet Hermione in the dining hall for dinner. She said she has some good news.' My thoughts ramble inside my head. 

"Ron, wake up." I yell over to the bed next to me.

"I barely slept last night. Shove off it, mate." Ron mumbles.

"Hermione. The great hall?" I remind him and slip on my glasses. "We took too long of a nap after lunch."

"Bloody hell. She's going to murder us." Ron shoots up. 

We quickly get ready and rush through the Gryffindor common room. When we get to the great hall, we see Hermione sitting at our table with her nose in a book. I temporarily get distracted by Christmas decorations placed carefully around the room. I also notice that not many students are here. I bet they all jumped at the idea to go home, considering the Chamber of Secrets business. 

"Let's go." Ron gulps.

We sit across from her and shovel some food onto our plates. 

She doesn't seem to notice our tardiness. 

"Everythings set. We just need a bit of who you're changing into." She looks up.

"The Polyjuice Potion is done?" Ron smiles.

Hermione nods.

"Crabbe and Goyle?" I make a face.

"We also need to make sure, that the real Crabbe and Goyle can't burst in on us when we're interrogating Malfoy."

"How?" Ron curls his lip.

"I've got it all worked out." Hermione pulls two muffins out of her bag. "I've filled these with a simple sleeping draught. Simple but powerful. Now, once they're asleep, hide them in the broomstick cupboard and pull out a few of their hairs. And put on their uniforms."

"Who's hair are you ripping out, then?" Ron exhales.

"I've already got mine. Millicent Bulstrode. Slytherin. I got it off of her robes. I think Caroline would have worked better. Because she's one of (Y/n)'s best friends, and Millicent isn't a part of their little group. But Caroline's away for the break, and I'm sure (Y/n) knows that. I'm going to check on the Polyjuice Potion. Make sure Crabbe and Goyle find these." Hermione pushes the muffins towards us.

Ron and I stuff our dinner in our mouths and set off to find Crabbe and Goyle. We walk down an empty corridor, and to our luck, we hear their voices coming our way. We hide behind a pillar.

"We'll just use Windgardium Leviosa and float the muffins to them." I suggest.

"Alright." Ron takes out his wand.