Harry went over his checklist one more time. Everything seemed to be in order so he took his beaker of Polyjuice, added one blond hair, and drank.
His body twisted and Harry groaned. Just as the transformation was complete, the door opened. Harry groaned again. He'd forgotten to lock it.
In walked the worst person imaginable.
Draco's mouth hung open as he stared. "Who--what--how dare you--" He glanced around at the cameras set up around the room. "What's going on?"
"I'm Crabbe," Harry said. "I was going to take some heroic pictures of you for your birthday."
"Oh," Draco said and smirked. "I'll leave you to it, then."
Harry locked the door this time.
Fifteen minutes wasted! He'd have to hurry. Harry shucked off his robes and struck the first pose.
Playwitch would pay well for these.