Three days after the incident in the great hall that had the sixth year Slytherin practically breathing fire at anyone who dared to even snicker in her vicinity, Pansy had decided to it was time to put her plan into motion.

She knew that somehow it was the yank who had caused the transformation of her mouth into that of a donkey's, complete with sound effects, and effectively humiliating Pansy beyond repair. She couldn't prove it, but Pansy knew. Now the entire school were laughing at her at every turn, and the girl got a small dose of the kind of anguish she herself had caused others in her bullying ways.

But Pansy was not one to turn over a new leaf so quickly, and she was not about to give up on this war she had raging with the American slag. The freak might have taken the last two rounds, but Pansy was dead set on coming out the victor, with Draco as her trophy.

Now it was nearing the end of the week, and the sixth year was in an abandoned classroom way down in the dungeons, a place where she was sure only Slytherins ventured and of those, only prefects checked the classrooms and even then it was one in a million chance of that happening because who would be this far down in the dungeons anyway?

Pansy.

The girl had set up a cauldron over one of the burners in the classroom, and had the book she had picked up in Hogsmeade over the weekend flipped open on the desk next to it. She had spent all week collecting and borrowing/stealing the ingredients she needed to make the polyjuice potion and was now read to begin brewing it. The only ingredient left she needed to acquire was a bit of the person to change into, and that shouldn't be too difficult, and she had plenty of time to get it, so she didn't bother worrying about that and instead focused on brewing the complicated potion correctly.