"I don't know if I would use the term imperfect, but definitely ghostly," Miles said with his usual charming grin until it turned serious.
He took Draco's hand and moved over to the sofa so they could at least be comfortable. "I'm not saying that I want to but really, is there someone else who has a chance here? I know it's dangerous but she isn't about to trust anyone else, even me possibly but I have an in at least." His blues eyes scanned Draco's grey ones, not finding them cold. "I know she wants to test my loyalty and I can keep that to a minimum. She wants polyjuice potion or the ingredients to start with. Ingredients should be sufficient as it take a month to brew, and we know that we have that much time." He couldn't say that the possible consequences weren't weighing on his mind. They definitely were. "I do know what I am doing."