Draco
   Potter's hand touched her shoulder, and I had this sudden urge to go over and punch him. I didn't know why, I just did.

   I grimaced, disgusted at myself.

   "You okay, mate?" Blaise whispered to me.

   I looked at him, and he nodded.

   He passed me a note. I unfolded it and read it.

   It only had one line:

The potion will be ready soon.

~*~

   "You know, you don't have to do this." I said to Blaise, who was looking at the bubbling brown liquid in his goblet with disgust.

   He looked back at me, and composed himself.

   "No, it's fine. Remember, as soon as you start to feel yourself changing back to yourself, I mean, your normal self, get your bottle out, and drink the whole thing. This will only last for two hours if everything goes to plan, so do it quickly." He instructed me.

   I nodded, and took a deep breath. Squeezing my eyes shut, and plugging my nose (it says that it helps block some flavor), I chugged the whole thing. I could feel the slightly chunky stuff slide down my throat.

   I gagged, and ran to the sink, clutching the edge with my hands, gasping for air, sweat trickling down my shirt.

   My shirt.

   It was loose.

   Too loose.

(A/N) Heeeyyyyy long time no post! Yes, I know, this chapters a bit short, but I wanna hang you on a cliffy. Bye now

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