Here's a time jump for you.

2nd year at Hogwarts for Harry. The chamber of secrets has been opened recently and Harry and Ron think it might be Draco Malfoy. They lure Crabb and Goyle in with cupcakes and then take polyjuice potion to talk to Draco.

Here is the new and improved version.

By the way I decided that they are 16 at the time instead of 12, because what I plan to happen is way to sophisticated for simple 12 year olds, plus I would just feel wrong

Harry looked at the sludge that he was about to eat.

"Why are we doing this again?" Harry asked Hermoine, his green eyes showing disgust and worry for his body.

"It's the only way!" Hermoine hissed, looking at her cup filled with the loathsome brew with the same disgust. Her auburn hair stood up in disgust on the back of her neck

Harry quietly resigned himself to the cruel fate. Hermoine was right. There was no other way Draco would talk to them. They couldn't just walk in as they were. Draco would hardly tell Harry a secret about the Chamber.

"Add your hairs…" Hermoine commanded, adding a few on top of the sludge, making it all the more disgusting. "Well…Cheers!" she said with a false smile.

Ron was the first to run for the bathroom stalls, Hermoine closely following. Harry bravely continued drinking until he couldn't take the pain anymore. He lurched to the bathroom mirror, dropping the glass cup he held. His hands and face began to boil and bubble, changing Harry from a small slender boy into the hulking youth that was Goyle. His scar faded and he grew about three inches, gaining weight and muscle. It was weird.

"Bloody Hell!" A transformed Ron mumbled as he stumbled out of the bathroom.

"You have to sound more like Crabb," Harry instructed glancing over at the other person.

After they both tried sounding like whom they were supposed to imitate, they turned to wait for Hermoine.

"Hermoine come on!" Harry yelled losing his patience.

"Uh…I-I don't think I'm going…you go on without me!" Hermoine stuttered from within the stall.

Ron and Harry shared a look of apprehension before Harry noticed they were losing time. "Come on," He murmured gruffly to Ron.

They left the girls lavatory and started searching hopelessly for the Slytherin commons room. Thankfully, after a run-in with Prefect Percy, their own prey, Draco Malfoy, guided them in.

They sat around on the leather chairs of the common room the cold walls making both of the Gryffindor even more nervous. Harry tried his best way to approach the topic of the Chamber of Secrets without alerting Draco to their secret.

Draco beat him to the punch, opening with infamous lines. "You'd never know the Weasleys were pure-bloods, the way they behave. They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world. All of them."

At the slight towards his family, Ron's (now Crabb) hand fisted, barely containing himself from shouting at the cold blond in front of them.

Draco noticed the movement in an instant. "What's wrong with you, Crabb?" Draco snapped glaring at the larger boy.

Harry's heart leapt. He quickly nudged Ron in hopes of moving the boy from his anger. Ron cleared his throat, dropping eye contact. "Stomach ache," he lied quietly.

Draco looked unimpressed and a little put out at the boy's reaction. His eyes wandered as he thought of a new topic. "You know, I'm surprised that the Daily Prophet hasn't wrote a report on all of these attacks." He started looking both confused and almost caring. The topic was too perfect. Then, his eyes narrowed. "I suppose Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up. My father always did say that Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to this place." His voice grew menacing at the mere thought.

Harry couldn't take it any more. Shaking his head he yelled, "You're wrong."

Draco's eyes snapped towards him. Harry looked down, a little shaken at his own stupidity. They needed this, and he was just about to ruin it! Ron shifted nervously, trying to figure out what he should do next.

Draco moved slowly, flipping his legs over the couch and out of his relaxed slouch. Slowly he stood, towering menacing over the sitting boys. "What?" He barked. "You think there's someone here who's worse then Dumbledore?" He searched the two boys faces who were trying to look anywhere but at him. "Well, do you?"

Harry thought quickly trying to think of something that would throw Draco off. Then the perfect scapegoat came to mind. "Harry Potter?"

Draco and Harry stared at each other, Harry hoping that his bluff had worked, and Draco trying to understand where these intelligent goons came from. Draco finally relaxed, allowing a smirk to grace his face. "Good one Goyle," he turned his head staring off into space. "You're absolutely right. Saint Potter." He spat these words out. "I just want to rip his clothes off."

…Silence followed this comment. Harry froze. Did he really just hear that come out of Draco Malfoy's mouth!

Draco turned around continuing on a rant about how Harry Potter was so frickin' perfect. How his hair was such a beautiful color and all. How his skin was such porcelain white and how he just wished Harry would fight with him a little more. All of these compliments were said with a sneering face and narrowed eyes

And Harry and Ron just sat there, taking it all in. Well, Ron did. Harry sat there in shock listening to a confession from his biggest rival, who didn't even realize he was giving a confession. At least…not yet.

Draco continued his rant as Harry and Ron slowly transformed into their old selves, drowning in the huge clothes that were Crabb and Goyle's. They didn't even notice! They were so transfixed on the angry (?) Slytherin.

Draco turned around, about ready to finish off his lecture when he saw the Gryffindors in all of their splendor. His mouth dropped, "H-Harry?" He stuttered.

Ron jumped and glanced at his best friend who was still staring in open-mouthed shock. Ron realized that the potion had worn off and grabbed his friend's arm, running for the exit.

Draco and Harry kept eye contact until Harry tripped on the steps before the door. Then, being knocked into the present, he turned and ran with all of his might.

After they left, Draco stayed rooted to the spot staring into space.

From that point on the Chamber of Secrets was forgotten, and no one else was petrified or killed. Apparently Voldemort found more interest in Harry's messed up love life.

Hahahahaha

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