Lust for Blood

It was Christmas time!

My parents did go to Romania to visit my grandparents so I was going to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. I was sitting with Harry and Ronald eating some chicken as Hermione appeared and sat next to me.

“Everything’s set. We just need a bit of who you’re changing into.” Hermione spoke,
“Crabbe and Goyle.” Harry nodded along with Ronald,
“We also need to make sure that the real Crabbe and Goyle can’t burst in on us while we’re interrogating Malfoy.” Hermione explained,
“How? Ronald asked looking slightly… wait slightly is an understatement… he looked very confused.

“I’ve got it all worked out. I filled these with a simple Sleeping Draught. Simple, but powerful. Now, once they’re asleep hide them in the broomstick cupboard and pull out a few of their hairs and put on their uniforms.” Hermione explained, the boys looked at each other shocked as I smirked and shook my head,
“Whose hair are you ripping out, then?” Ronald asked,
“I’ve already got mine. Millicent Bulstrode. Slytherin. I got this off her robes.” Hermione held up a small glass vile,
“What about you then?” Harry looked at me,
“I’m your cover up girl, I’m going to be watching out for you guys and making sure the three victims don’t wake up for a good while,” I smirked and finished my dinner.

“I’m going to go check on the Polyjuice Potion. Make sure that Crabbe and Goyle find these.” Hermione explained and left the boys the cakes, I left with Hermione heading to the girls bathroom.

Arriving I leaned against the wall as she finished off the potion,
“Hermione…” I spoke,
“Yes?” she replied not looking away from the potion, I sat down next to her and sighed deeply.

“You know I’m not really who I am don’t you?” I asked, Hermione didn’t reply for a while.
“Yes, I know you aren’t who you say you are,” Hermione looked at me, I bit my lip while looking at the pot…

Should I tell her the honest truth? Will she accept me for who I am?

Well… she called me her best friend a while ago when I helped her get the hairs from Millicent’s robes…

I looked up at her with a small frown,
“I really don’t know how to tell you this… because its something major…” I started and pulled on my hair nervously. Hermione taken my hand and smiled at me,
“I’m sure its not that bad,” she spoke and shaken my hand a little trying to reassure me, I looked at her… Not that bad?

NOT that bad?

What could be more worse then calling a girl who you just called your best friend and then find out she is actually part vampire… how is that NOT that bad?

I bit my lip, and looked up,
“Please… don’t tell Harry and Ronald, I want to tell them in my own time but-” I started,
“We did it…” Harry and Ronald appeared with the Slytherin uniforms.
“Excellent, go put them on,” Hermione spoke and they went into a cubicle each, “What were you saying?” Hermione asked,
“Never mind…” I shook my head.

I watched the others get ready and they each had a drink of Polyjuice potion in their hands,
“Add the hairs.” Hermione spoke, all of them sprinkling them into the drink, my right eyebrow raised with a smirk as I leaned back on the sink next to the cauldron.

“Essence of Crabbe,” Ronald spoke with a disgusted face,
“Cheers,” Hermione spoke, all the drinks clinked together and they thrown their heads back drinking the grey thick lumpy liquid, I looked away with my eyes closed tightly not wanting to imagine the taste.

“I think I’m gonna be sick…” Ronald spoke, I heard a smash on the floor as he dropped the glass and ran to the toilet,
“Me too…” Hermione added, doing the same as Ronald.

Harry however stayed, he dropped the glass and grabbed onto the sink, I looked at him with worry. He looked like he was going to be sick, but soon the potion started to work its magic, Harry’s hand started to change, his hair grown shorter, he grew a bit taller.

Harry became Goyle.

“Wow…” I spoke, Harry looked at me and a smile appeared on his face, “That stuff actually worked,” I explained.

“Harry?” we both looked around and saw Crabbe… but he had Ronald’s voice.
“Ron.” Harry spoke as they both walked up to each other,
“Bloody hell!” Ronald spoke, I stood between them looking backwards and forwards at the perfect change of the two boys.

“We still sound like ourselves. You need to sound more like Crabbe.” Harry explained,
“Er… Bloody hell.” Ronald spoke, I smirked,
“Excellent.” Harry smiled.

I walked passed them to Hermione’s cubicle,
“Hermione?” I spoke knocking on the door softly,
“I… I don’t think I’m going. You go on without me.” Hermione spoke,
“Hermione, are you okay?” Harry asked,
“Just go. You’re wasting time.” Hermione called.

“You boys go I’ll take care of Hermione.” I explained, they both nodded and left.