It had started as a typical date—well, as typical as anything involving Draco could be. The sun dipped low over Hogsmeade, casting a golden glow across the cobblestone streets as you sat at an outdoor table, sharing light conversation with your date. Across the café, hidden behind a pillar, Draco watched, his usual haughty air tinged with something uncharacteristically restless.

But then, chaos struck.

You barely registered the commotion as Draco stumbled forward, his features shifting unnaturally—your own face staring back at you, wide-eyed and horrified. The realization hit like a rogue Bludger: he’d taken Polyjuice Potion. Accidentally, it seemed, though how anyone could “accidentally” impersonate their crush was a mystery you weren’t ready to solve.

“Merlin’s beard,” Draco—now a perfect copy of you—hissed, his voice low as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby alley. “I swear, this wasn’t my plan. Well, it wasn’t supposed to happen now.”

You crossed your arms, heart pounding. “What was your plan, exactly?”

He winced, looking everywhere but at you. “I might’ve... wanted to keep an eye on things. To make sure your date wasn’t a complete tosser.”

Behind the façade of your face, his nervous energy was unmistakably Draco. The accidental transformation set off a cascade of complications—your date, now bewildered, calling after you; shopkeepers doing double-takes; and the ever-present ticking clock as the potion’s effects threatened to wear off at the worst possible moment.