Harry was enjoying lunch in the Great Hall. Opposite were Ron and Hermione, sitting side by side. They were holding hands, under the table, and seemed to be the only two who thought their friendship was secret. The smile on Ron's face telegraphed his happiness, while Hermione had a smug grin, that suggested she was beating the odds herself. Dismissed as the geeky loner, she held his hand tightly in her own, their fingers woven together.
Harry had tried to engage them both in conversation, but they were rather too distracted for general conversation.
Over their shoulders, Harry spotted Draco Malfoy, and at his side were Vince Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Harry hadn't expected them to reach the final year. But both relished the chance to wield power as prefects. They were whispering secrets to one another, almost giggling like school girls.
Harry tried to picture them as female, but stopped when a shudder ran down his spine. They made eye contact, and Draco gave Harry a curt nod. Crabbe leaned in and whispered hurriedly in Draco's ear. This earned his a push. As he thumped back into his seat, Draco wiped the saliva from his cheek and hair.
Dismissing the Slytherin, Harry turned his attention to the soup, that apparated into place in front of him. The previous plates and cutlery whisked away by the same method moments before.
His friends hadn't even noticed the arrival of the next course. Hardly surprising as they had barely noticed or touched the previous serving.
With a shrug Harry left them to their locked gaze. It was mushroom, and leak soup, ladling up a spoonful, he took a deep breath and savoured the aroma as he did. But the taste was too good to resist for long, and soon he was half-way through his bowl.
He felt a tickle at the back of his throat, and took a swallow of water.
The water didn't help, as he felt a fever, he raised a hand to his head he dislodged a whisp of hair. It feel across Harry's eyes and he flicked it away. It was notoriously messy, but after a second he clicked that it wasn't normally blonde. As he flicked it behind his ear, a silence was working it's way along the table. Harry tried to find the source, but looking around it was clear he was the centre of attention.
He felt a sudden rush of trapped wind, and gave his chest a hearty thump. He let loose a belch that had to be magically enhanced, and a thankfully silent fart at the same time.
It was clear these were mere side-effects to what was going on. Even Ron had fallen silent, and Hermione looked at him with a rather hard to read expression.
"Errr... Harry..."
She slide the condiments off one of the platters and raised it, allowing Harry to see his reflection. This must be one of Malfoy's jokes, as he pulled at his uniform. It just wasn't fitting as well as it should have.
The reason why was undeniable, as Harry gawped at his reflection. Raising a hand, he hoped the image wouldn't copy him... But it did.
Staring back at him from the underside of the silver plate was Lavender Brown. The idiotic girl who'd given Won-Won a love potion.
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