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Polyjuice Potion

The Polyjuice Potion scene from Chamber of Secrets, but a little different.

Doesn't really have anything to do with the little comic above, just thought it was funny lol

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I couldn't believe I was here. In the Slytherin common room. with Draco Malfoy.

Ron and I were determined to find some sort of evidence that proved Malfoy was the Heir of Slytherin, so we both took some polyjuice potion. Now here I was, in the body of Goyle while Ron looked like Crabbe. I had to admit, I was kind of excited. In some weird way, this sort of gave me an excuse to be near Malfoy. Not that I want to. Definitely not.

Draco dropped himself onto one of the couches in the center of the room. Ron and I stood awkward. Draco eyed us. "Well, sit down."

Ron and I sat. This would've been much easier with Hermione with us. She was the only one who actually took the time to study the people we were turning into. Unfortunately for us, Hermione was a cat. Hooray.

Draco sighed and started flipping through a copy of the Daily Prophet. "Y'know, you'd never know the Weasley's were Purebloods, the way they behaved. They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world, all of them."

I looked over at Ron, whose knuckles had turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists. Ron's tolerance for Draco was a lot shorter than mine. One comment from him and Ron was just about ready to float him out the window.

Draco seemed to notice as well. "What's wrong with you, Crabbe?"

I nudged Ron. "Nothing. Just a stomach ache."

Draco rolled his eyes and got up. "Go to the hospital wing then! If you think I'll let you vomit on my new robes, you're sorely mistaken."

Ron and I both got wide eyes. I stood quickly. "Don't worry um... Draco. Crabbe will be fine."

Draco narrowed his eyes at me. "Last time you that 'Crabbe will be fine' after a stomach ache, I had to get rid my favorite sweater. Crabbe! Out!"

Ron gave me one last panicked look before leaving the common room.

Now it was just me and Draco. Alone.

Draco called for me (or rather, Goyle) into the little kitchen area the Slytherins had in their room. I was thinking about booking it, but then we'd have to make more potion, and that'll take even longer. If I wanted to stop the attacks, I'd have to get Draco to talk.

I walked up to Draco who pointed at a teapot. "Go on and make that for me. You know I can't make tea."

I held back a laugh. It really wasn't that hard, making tea. But then again, Malfoy has been pampered his entire life, he probably didn't even know what an oven was.

Draco sat on the counter while I worked. He just talked and talked about random nonsense. I began to tone him out until he mentioned something about the attacks. I perked up again.

"You know, I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all these attacks. Suppose Dumbledore is trying to hush it all up." Draco scoffed and checked his nails. "Father always said Dumbledore was the worse thing to happen to this place."

That got me. I guess we all have our triggers. For Ron, it was his family. For me. I guess it was Dumbledore.

"You're wrong!"

Draco looked up in surprise. That surprise quickly turned to anger, though. He got off the counter and walked up to me, clearly enraged that I, Goyle, would ever go against him.

"What?? You think there's someone here whose worse than Dumbledore?!"

Honestly the set up was so perfect for me to say "You, that's who.", but that's not what Goyle would've said. Goyle was a suck-up and only wanted to please Draco. So what response would please Draco??

"Harry Potter, of course. He's far worse than Dumbledore, don't you think?"

It was desperate, making fun of myself, but if I knew Draco, he'd love that.

He looked confused for a moment (I guess Goyle is know for his abilty to joke), then he smiled.

"Good one, Goyle. You're right. Harry Pottah is much worse than Dumbledore." His smiled just kept getting sweeter. "God, sometimes I forget how smart you are."

Goyle? Smart? That just didn't make sense.

"But uh... you just said I couldn't read-"

Draco ran his fingers through my (Goyle's??) hair. "Oh, you know I didn't mean that sweetie. Besides, that way when Crabbe was around. Now he's gone..."

Draco trailed off and stepped closer to me. That's when it hit me. Are Draco and Goyle together?? And if I'm Goyle then...

Before I could protest, Draco's lips were on mine. Just for a moment, I forgot everything. I forgot what I came here to do. I forgot about the Chamber of Secrets. I forgot that I looked like Gregory Goyle. Because I was kissing Draco Malfoy.

Then he pulled away, and it all came back to me. He doesn't even like you, I thought. He likes Goyle, not Potter.

"But seriously, Harry, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. You aren't that bad."

I poured the hot water into Draco's teacup. "Yeah, sorry Dra-"

I nearly dropped the pot out of shock. "Wait did you just call me-"

"Harry? Yes. I know it's you, Pottah."

I put down the teapot. "If.. If you knew it wasn't really Goyle then why would you kiss me? Isn't that cheating?"

Draco looked at me in bewilderment. "Do you seriously think I would ever date Goyle. I know I'm an great actor but really, Pottah."

He picked up his cup and took a sip. I sighed. "When'd you find out?"

Draco smiled proudly. "Goyle can't make tea. That big oaf manages to burn the water." he muttered and took another sip. "Oh, and because of this little thing." Draco added, pointing to his forehead.

My hand shot up to my own head, and I instantly felt the lightning scar. No wonder, Draco recognized me. The potion was wearing off.

"The kiss... was that just a joke? To mess with me?"

Draco rolled his eyes (he can't seem to stop) and looked at me. "Honestly, Pottah how could you possibly be this dense? I like you. How about we meet for breakfast tomorrow and you can make me more tea."

I found myself actually smiling a bit. "Sure, Draco. And for what it's worth, I like you too."

He scoffed at me. "Please. I knew that."

As I left the common room, Ron came up to me. His potion was wearing off too, as Crabbes hair was looking an undeniable shade of red.

"Mate, I'm sorry I leave you with Malfoy. I tried to get back in but I didn't hear the password and there weren't any other Slytherins around and- are you alright? You've got that spacey look in your eye."

I looked at Ron with a big smile.

"Never been better."

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Actually re-watched the scene for this part and can we just appreciate Tom Felton?