One week until winter break of his final year at Hogwarts Draco Malfoy's life was changed forever. The day had started out like any other, wake up get ready for class with time to spare for some lighthearted arguing with his dorm-mate, Head Girl Hermione Granger, over breakfast in their shared common room, go to class. Morning classes went by in their normal fashion, then to the great hall for lunch, so ordinary, it could have been any other day. Potions after lunch, Draco's favorite class, even without Snape, who he missed dearly. Of all the things the war had cost him, Draco missed his godfather the most. Even potions was unremarkable for the most part. He and Hermione had finished their ageless potion in record time, amazing their idiotic professor as usual. They were then told to help the others, as was customary for The Heads of Hogwarts. He was helping two daft Hufflepuff girls, who would rather fawn over him than pay attention to what he was telling them, when he heard the explosion.
It was deafeningly loud in the dungeon classroom, it felt like it was reverberating through his bones. Shock and panic swept through the room with Professor Kitchings leading the way. Draco went towards the other side of the room towards the strange cloud of smoke, or was it mist? Yelling for the rest of the students to get out into the hall, not knowing what if any harm the cloud could do. "PROFESSOR!" Draco shouted at the panicked and useless teacher, "LEAD THEM INTO THE HALL". . ."I'LL CHECK OVER HERE". Draco carefully approached the dissipating cloud and almost died of shock at what he saw on the floor. Robes, he saw robes...and those muggle jeans and …. "FUCK, THE FUCK!" was all he could manage. On the floor in from of him swimming in robes and cloths far too large was a terrified little girl looking up at him with comically large brown eyes that were quickly filling with tears.
"KITCHINGS!KITCH...PROFESSOR! FUCK,FUCK,FUCK!" This little girl with the unmistakable mass of brown ringlets,tearful golden brown eyes and overly large but familiar muggle clothes, was without a doubt Hermione Granger. He didn't hear Professor Kitchings walk on behind him. He didn't notice the panicked professor scream for Dumbledore instead of sending a patronous. All he saw was her. Without stopping to think he bent down and picked her up, not caring that the only thing that stayed on her newly changed form was her shirt. Which now hung off her tiny shoulders and was so long that with him holding her it hung past her feet. Draco did not hear Professor Kitchings ask him where he was going, or yell for him to stop when he didn't answer.
Draco cradled Hermione into his chest and sprinted all the way to the hospital wing, to Madam Pomfrey. Bursting through the doors in a decidedly UN-Malfoy like manner screaming "POMFREY! POMFREY!" until she ran into his line of sight and nodded calmly towards a bed. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy? What has happened now?" said the nurse who had seen it all, plus a war on school grounds. Draco just looked at Hermione, still in his arms, still frightened and crying. He then looked at Pomfrey, he had no clue what to say but he managed "help"he mumbled something about potions class, ageless, and the kids she was helping and an explosion.
Madam Pomfrey instantly at ease tried her best to calm the normally stoic Malfoy down. "ahh, I see, I have some good news for you, and some bad news for you then, Mr. Malfoy" she smiled at the young man she had always thought she would hate. "So you can fix it?" he said quietly not looking away from the altered Ms. Granger. "Sadly, no, but it will run its course in about two months time, or less depending on the strength of the potion involved in this mishap..." Draco stared at her wide eyed, not realizing that her tiny hand was in his attempting to hold it, but only managing to wrap a tiny fist around his index finger. Is she in there, is her mind also..." He didn't know how to ask or why he was even asking. They were not friends, its not like he cared...
"This is the best one in years!" exclaimed Dumbledore laughing as he walked up to the bed containing the toddler version of Ms. Hermione Jean Granger. "Well, she will need someone to look after her until she makes it back to her normal self, and no Mr. Malfoy her intellect is not that of an average toddler, she will retain all of her knowledge, but at present it is not all accessible to her. She will be a incredibly intelligent, version of herself at the age she is exhibiting. Prone to all the pitfalls as well, she will need to be very well taken care of." The old man chuckled darkly and turned to look at Draco, who was still looking at Ms. Granger, "I think... Yes, I do believe that I will entrust her to you Mr. Malfoy, seeing as your schedules already match and you share a dorm. Also, since you are both always ahead in all of your studies, it will not harm your grades, and Ms. Granger will be allowed to test out of any missed class work once she is feeling up to it. Now you should know, she will have very sudden and painful growth spurts , these cannot be predicted or helped. Normally it will occur once a day, but if she recovers quickly it can be up to seven times a day. You will NOT leave her side until she is at least about 12, the best way to check is 'left upward flick revelare, she is currently two and a half. Check again before bed and owl me when she makes it to five."
"Where are you going?!" Draco was engulfed in terror as Dumbledore turned and walked away, he swore he heard the old man laughing. "I CAN'T DO THIS" Draco yelled "DUMBLEDORE, I CAN'T … I . . really. . ." he pleaded but the Headmaster was gone. He silently sat in a chair elbows on knees, head in his hands, silent. "You will be fine young Malfoy" Pomfrey said quietly as she brought over Hermione's charmed clothing that would now adjust to her current size. He Flinched as he realized as a child she would need help doing things... as a toddler Hermione was going to be dependent on him to survive. "no, no … . . . " "This is a mistake, I cannot take care of her, I won't, Were not even friends, no, its not right." Draco rambled his refusals out in a dejected manner. "Dumbledore made his mind up, He must trust you Mr. Malfoy" Pomfrey smiled sadly at the tormented young man in front of her. She had changed Hermione into her charmed cloths and then wrapped her up the blanket from the bed. Handing the bundled toddler to to him, she smiled and dismissed him with a nod, walking away without a second glance.
She was almost asleep, the process must have been exhausting, he wondered if he would be able to sleep anytime soon. As he looked down at her she smiled and snuggled into him. "Granger, don't be cute this isn't fucking funny", he muttered darkly as he headed towards their dorm room holding her close to his chest. "what the hell am I going to do?" he thought. "Two months..." There was a soft noise from the bundle he was holding so tightly to his chest, almost a sigh. He briefly reflected that he had never so much as held a child before and was now going to be watching one for winter break.