Half Blood Royalty

Polyjuice Potion

Christmas dinner at Hogwarts seemed just as magnificent as one would have thought. Filling The Great Hall were a dozen frost-covered Christmas trees and thick streamers of holly and mistletoe running along the ceiling. Enchanted snow was falling, warm and dry, from the ceiling above. Dumbledore led those of us who remained at Hogwarts in a few of his favorite carols, with Hagrid booming more and more loudly with every goblet of eggnog he consumed; I must thank him, his actions really did help me sneak on over to the Gryffindor's table. There's only so much of the classic Malfoy brag that one could take (no matter how much you love them). Slipping down on the bench next to Harry, I couldn't help but snicker at the prefect badge on Percy Weasley's robes, which now read "Pinhead" - clearly a bewitching spell done by one of the twins. Percy kept glaring at every single one of us for what had to have been "so funny", but never once noticed the thing attached to his chest.

"Hey Ron," I spoke out, looking towards the redheaded boy as he was barely finishing yet another helping of Christmas pudding.

"Yeah?" He said, his mouth full of pudding.

"Thought I should say sorry," I stated, "for what happened between us."

"Thought you'd just about take my head off."

"I probably could've." I joked, "We could've rematched for your father and Lucius... back when we technically first met, in Flourish and Blotts."

"Doubt Snape would have let us get that far." Ron chuckled, "He was on you pretty quick."

"Yeah..." I looked down at the pudding that appeared in front of me.

"What'd Dumbledore have to say?" asked Harry, nudging my forearm.

"Huh?"

"When you went to see him," he told me, "that day."

"Not much." I shrugged, "Typical lecture, I suppose. Just about how we shouldn't be using magic like that... whatnot." A lie, but seemed like a better response than 'Oh, not much... Just how certain magics for me are more powerful than others... and how I need to be careful - Extremely careful'. Not exactly in those words, persay, but when is Dumbledore ever just a simple, straight to the point person? Besides, you'd think that after all these years, he'd realize that maybe that lecture isn't going to stop me from expressing myself.

We had barely finished our puddings when Hermione began ushering the three of us out into the hall to finalize our plans for that evening. "We still need to get some of the people that you'd be changing into," Hermione said matter-of-factly, as though she was about to send us to the supermarket with a list of groceries, "and obviously, it'll be best if you can get something from Crabbe and Goyle; they are Malfoy's best friends."

"Hey!" I spoke loudly in a joking way.

"You're with us, Melody." Hermione gestured me as if to shush me, "You can't count."

"I can still go in as myself." I did a small head bow, "Draco would for sure tell me anything and-"

"But if your father walks in, you think he's going to allow for you to continue a conversation about who the Heir of Slytherin is?" asked Harry.

"He'd probably just be happy I actually decided to socialize." I let off a smile. He definitely wouldn't allow for that type of conversation, but that'd happen even if I wasn't a part of the conversation... I'm guessing my father wouldn't want his own Godson discussing that topic right about now either. "You may also want to make sure the real Crabbe and Goyle wouldn't burst in on us while we interrogate Draco." I added, "They're dumb, but they'll still notice if they were suddenly cloned."