part one
"Hermione, are you sure this is going to work?" Ron asked, eyeing the potion Professor Moody was currently leering over.
"Of course it'll work, boy! I'm a master at polyjuice!" Professor Moody said sharply, looking up from his aggressive stirring to glare at Ron with his Mad eye.
Hermione gave Professor Moody a hard look before turning to Ron, her gaze softening.
"We have to try, Ron. It's our best chance of knowing what exactly is going on with the death eaters." She said, gathering the hair for her potion.
Ron was going to pretend to be Goyle, and Hermione was going to be some nameless blonde Slytherin girl with round glasses and tight pigtails.
Professor Moody finished the potion, and with a sneer at Ron, gave them the bottles containing the appearance altering sludge.
Alistair Moody then apparated back to the safehouse, leaving Ron and Hermione to complete their task alone.
Hermione grimaced, and took a swig. Her face slowly grew rounder, her nose stubbier, and her eyes beadier. Her hair faded quickly to a sickly blonde, and a patch of grey-brown freckles appeared on her cheeks. She put a pair of large, round, tortoiseshell lenses on, and glanced up at Ron.
When she noticed he hadn't drank his potion yet, Hermione elbowed Ron. Hard.
He raised his hands up in front of him as if to say, 'okay, okay, I'll drink it. Sheesh.'
Hermione crossed her arms and gave Ron a stern look.
He made a big show of holding his nose, and tipped the potion back like a shot of hard liquor. Disgusting, brown, thick as molasses liquor.
He shuddered hard and shut his eyes tight as his skin rippled with magic. His hair melted from a vibrant red to a dingy dirty blond. His face grew wider, his jaw stronger, and his brows heavier. His shoulders grey broader and more heavyset, and his overall build became more bulky and muscular.
Once Ron and Hermione had changed both their appearances and clothing, they carefully grasped a small wooden rabbit portkey, and teleported to the Malfoy Manor.
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Ron/Goyle knocked on the door, and was greeted warmly by Draco Malfoy himself.
As they were led inside, the two disguised Gryffindors exchanged nervous glances.
Draco led them to a large den, and left them to their own devices.
Ron/Goyle looked around nervously, and when his eyes landed on Hermione, they widened exponentially.
"Ninny!" He said to get her attention.
"Don't call me that, Ron." She whisper-yelled back.
"Sorry, its just- your hair! It's turning brown!"
"Oh! Thanks for warning me!"
Hermione reached into her bag, and pulled out a bottle with polyjuice potion in it.
Not noticing the spidery scrawl of ink written on the label, she took a swig.
It was only after Ron/Goyle's eyes grew so wide that they looked like they were in danger of falling out, that Hermione inspected the bottle closely.
The thin black ink spelled out one name.
Goyle.
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