CHAPTER SIXTEEN ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Draco is never wrong."
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─── Y/N POV ───
"We've got exactly one hour before the potion wears off," Hermione informed us. "Now, drop the hairs into the potion."
Ron and Harry handed over the strands of hair, and Hermione carefully added them into the simmering potion. I grabbed a few cups and poured the now murky mixture into each one, handing them out.
"Ugh, essence of Crabbe..." Ron muttered, grimacing at the contents.
"Cheers," Hermione said dryly, raising her cup sarcastically.
I eyed my own cup, its foul green liquid swirling ominously inside. With a sigh, I lifted it to my lips. "Bottoms up."
The moment the liquid hit my throat, I gagged, nearly choking on its thick, slimy texture. It was as if I had swallowed a mixture of sour milk and old socks. My stomach lurched in protest as I forced the rest of it down, the nausea hitting almost instantly.
"Ugh!" I spat, wiping my mouth.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Ron blurted, racing for one of the stalls.
"Me too!" Hermione cried, dashing into the one next to him.
Harry, face contorted with discomfort, bolted for the third stall. "Ughhh!"
I didn't feel much better myself and quickly rushed to a free stall, retching into the toilet. After a few excruciating moments, I managed to collect myself and stumbled out, my body already changing.
"Uh... y/n?" Ron asked.
I turned to face him, and gasped, bursting into laughter. "Ron! You look exactly like Crabbe!"
Ron scowled, his wide face making it even funnier. "And you look like...Pug-face!"
Harry emerged from the stall then, and all of us froze. He looked identical to Goyle, right down to the tall stature, oval face, and thick eyebrows.
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed, watching as his best friend exited the stall.
"Harry?" I asked through fits of laughter, barely able to believe the transformation.
Harry glanced down at himself, clearly unimpressed. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
"We still sound like ourselves." Harry said, shaking his head. "Ron, you need to sound more like Crabbe, and you, y/n, need to sound more like Pansy."
I took a deep breath, giving it my best shot. With an exaggerated pout, I whined in my most insufferable voice, "Oh, Draco! Why won't you love me? Please, love me!"
