𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 (🪄) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ❝ there's no glory in taking the
easy path, only mediocrity. i'll take the thorns if it means i bloom brighter. ❞
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harry potter and the philosopher's stone - the deathly h...
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HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ? 🩰 DRACO MALFOY ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 020. a polyjuice christmasɞ˚‧｡⋆
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The Christmas Feast was in full swing, with the Great Hall sparkling as snowflakes drifted from the enchanted ceiling. The warmth and cheer of the festivities contrasted sharply with the tension among the four friends seated at the Gryffindor table: Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Kimberly.
"Everything's set. We just need to figure out who you're changing into," Hermione said, her eyes focused on Kimberly.
"Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy," Kimberly replied, loosening her blonde hair from its bun and letting it fall around her shoulders.
"And we need to make sure the real Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy don't burst in on us while we're interrogating Malfoy," Hermione added, glancing around to ensure no one was listening.
"How are we going to do that?" Ron asked, eyeing Hermione with curiosity.
Hermione held up a pair of small cakes, her face illuminated by the flickering candlelight. "I've got it all worked out. I've filled these with a simple but powerful Sleeping Draught."
Ron glanced over at Malfoy, Crabbe, Pansy, and Goyle, who were greedily devouring everything within reach at the Slytherin table.
"You know how those three are," Hermione whispered, nodding towards Crabbe, Pansy and Goyle. "They won't leave the Christmas Feast until every last bit of food is gone." She lowered her voice even more. "Once they've stuffed themselves and fallen asleep, we'll stash them in a broom cupboard and take a few of their hairs."
"And who are you planning on impersonating?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hermione held up a small vial, her expression confident. Inside was a single hair. "Millicent Bulstrode," she replied. "She's in Slytherin. I got this from her robes during the last dueling club session. It should be enough for the Polyjuice Potion."
Ron nodded, impressed. "You're always one step ahead, Hermione."
"I've been preparing for this," Hermione said, a determined glint in her eye. "Now, I need to check on the Polyjuice Potion. It should be ready soon."
She pointed to the cakes in front of her. "These are laced with Sleeping Draught. Just make sure Crabbe and Goyle eat them."
Hermione exited the room, leaving Ron, Harry, and Kimberly behind. Ron looked at Harry and Kimberly with a skeptical expression. "Have you ever heard of a plan with so many ways it could go wrong?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"Oh, absolutely! But isn't it thrilling?" Harry replied with a grin.
"Yes! The thrill is amazing," Ron added, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
