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What The Heck Are We Doing Here?

"Mr. Weasley, you will be working with Miss. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, you will be working with Miss. Parkinson, Mr. Potter,..." Snape continued reading his list, as the students moved to sit next to their newfound partners. Hermione smiled at Ron and waited for Snape to finish so she could get the ingredients. "The list of ingredients is on the board; they can all be found on the back have untill the end of this class to finish. You may begin."

In her haste to get out of her seat, Hermione's foot caught a leg of the table and it wobbled around precariously as she tried to regain her balance. Ron was just fast enough to catch the cauldren before it fell. Malfoy watched all of this from where he was sitting. He had chosen the table across from Hermione so that he could copy her notes, but it looked like he'd be able to have some fun as well. He sneered over at Hermione. "It's just like you to trip over air, Mudblood." He laughed scornfully and Pansy joined in.

Hermione scowled, turned to Ron, and said, "Did you know that ferrets could talk? This is the first time I've ever seen a bouncing, talking, ferret."

Ron snickered.

"Did you know that beavers could talk? This is the first time I've ever seen a talking beaver with an afro," Draco mimicked in a high pitched voice.

"Ten points from Gryffindore for talking in class. I suggest you close your mouth and get your ingredients."Snape announced looking pointedly at Hermione before turning back to the papers on his desk.

"But! Professor Snape! I was only talking because Malfoy called me a Mudblood!"

Snape looked over his papers at Hermione. "Language, Miss. Granger. We will not use that type of language in this class."

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Snape had already lost interest in her and was back to grading his papers. "I heard him too!" Ron declared.

"You heard who say what?"

Ron rolled his eyes. " I heard Draco call Hermione a Mudblo-," Snape glared at him. "I mean, the M-Word"

Snape looked over at Draco. "Did you call Miss. Granger this vulgar word, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Of course not, Sir. I would never even dream of such a thing."

"There. Now, I suppose you two could let me continue grading without interuption, Mr. Weasly and Miss Granger, or I will have to take another ten from Gryffindore."

"Yes, proffesor."

"Good."

Hermione was seething. She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands as she went to go get the ingredients from the back cupboard. Snape is so unfair! She thought as she viciously snatched the ingredients from their place on the shelves. I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! She directed these thoughts at Malfoy as well as Snape as she marched back to her desk. It's a miracle she didn't break any of the vials as she placed them, a little harder than necessary, on the table.

Ron looked up at Hermione. "Don't let Snape get to you, you know he favors the Slitherins."

"I know, Ron. It just isn't fair!"

"Snape just isn't fair 'Mione," He said ending the conversation. "What potion are we making today?"

"Vicis Intorqueo. It is alot like a time turner, but it can only take the drinker back a few minutes in time unless it is the full moon,then it can go back a maximum of two hours."

"That sounds useful." Ron said as he examined the instuctions. "It says here, that the fist thing we need to do is..."

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Draco was bored. The potion was almost finished and he didn't have anything to do because Pansy was making the potion. He wouldn't normally make her do all the work, but, you see, Pansy was angry at him because he "never let her do anything" and "tried to do everything by himself" and "he was ignoring her" and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. So he let her make the potion. I'd call it a win-win situation. Except it was really a win-half-win-half-lose, because doing nothing is about as boring as it can get.

He was tired of sitting down, so he got up to ask if he could "use the bathroom." He couldn't have had worse timing.

ooOOoo

"Ron! Don't add the crushed lacewings before the eagle Feather!" She picked up the cauldron (by its handles that were charmed never to get too hot, of course) and pulled it away from Ron. She misjudged her adreniline powered muscles though and pulled th cauldron all the way into the aisle. This was the least of her problems, Ron had dropped in the lacewings before she could pull it out of the way. She saw that the potion was bubbling madly and she was about to yell at Ron when somone slammed into her arm.

ooOOoo

Malfoy stood up just in time to hit his head on the cauldron Hermione was holding in the air. He didn't even have time to wonder why exactly she was holding a cauldron in a spot where somone, as unsuspecting as himself, could wack his head on it, before the contents of the aforementioned potion-carrying device emptied its contents on his person. The last thing he heard before the world dissappeared was an ear-shattering "MALFOY!"

Students and unsuffrable teacher alike looked on in wonder as a dark purple fog enveloped the bodies of Hermione and Malfoy. After the smoke dissappated, numerous gasps were heard from everyone. Where Hermione and Malfoy had been, two toddlers now stood. The girl was wearing purple overalls and a yellow shirt with a smiling pink flower on it. Her curly brown hair bounced around her shoulders as she jumped up and down on the seat. "Cindawella dwress' in yella'..." she sang, before she noticed where she was. "What happened to my jump rope?" She asked, her eyes tearing up and her bottom lip shaking.

"Hey! you guys are all big fat meanie-heads! You made her all sad and crying!" Said a loud voice that came from the blond-haired toddler. He wore a dark green shirt and black pants that were a bit big for him, so they were held up by a black belt, and they wrinkled near his green sneakers. Everyone turned to look at the miniature Draco as he made his way over to the crying girl. (You could hear cries of "Awwww! He's soooooooo CUTE!" and "I could just eat him right up!" from several girls around the room.) "I'm sorry those meany-heads hurt your feewings." He said and gave her a hug. "I pwomise I won't hurt you though."

"Reawy?"

"Yeppers."

She hugged him back.

Snape walked up to them. Draco had Hermione stand behind him as he faced the greasy man. " What do you want?" He asked looking up at the man suspiciously.

"How old are you?" Snape asked formally.

"Why do you wannna know?"

"Because."

"Because, why?"

Snape sighed and rubbed his temples, "I'm to old for this." He mumbled. "Just tell me your age, I don't want to play these games."

"I get to pway games if I tewl you how old I am?"

Snape looked surprised at first, but then he smiled and nodded.

Draco smirked. "Dad told me not to tawk to stwangers."

("Smart little bugger, isn't he?" -Ron)

"I am your godfather, remember? I'm Sevy!" Snape grimaced at the name, but it was the only way to get Draco to talk to him.

("Sevy? What, is he, like, in Middle School?" -Harry)

("What's 'Middle School'?"-Ron)

"Sevy?" Snape nodded. "You look ooollld!"

Snape glowered. "Just... tell me how old you are."

Draco smiled. "I'm five!" He said proudly while holding up four fingers.

Snape looked around Draco at Hermione. "And you?" He asked.

"I'm Hoo-my-on-ee and I am five in three months" She said, holding up the proper fingers for each number.

Snape turned to Ron and Pansy. Ron's eyes were as wide as, well, something really big and round, and his mouth was open wide enough to stuff Hogwarts into it. Pansy looked...normal? She didn't even look surprised. "Miss. Parkinson and Mr. Weasly, you will be taking care of Hermione and Draco untill I can find a way to change them back.

"I have to work with her?"

"I have to work with him?"

Snape pretended to ignore them. "I'll notify the other teachers of what has occurred. We will come up with a way for you to have classes. For now, consider your classes canceled. Your grade will be determined by how well you take care of these two," He said, while gesturing at the toddlers, who were busy telling each other all about themselves.

"What's your family like?" Asked Hermione.

"Well..." Draco began slowly.

"Draco, Hermione, these people are very nice and they are going to be taking care of you for a while."

"Why?" Both toddlers said in unison. They laughed.

"Jinx!" Draco yelled. "1,2,3,4,5,6..." He said, as fast as he could.

"Stop!" Yelled Hermione before he got to ten. Then they both giggled. "Why?" She asked again.

"Think of it as a vacation," Snape said.

"What's 'abaccation'?" Draco asked, his eybrows smooshed together.

"It's called a 'vacation', and it's like a trip." Hermione clarified.

"Oh," Draco said. Then he smiled. "I wike twips!"

"I do too!" Said Hermione. They jumed up and down and laughed.

"Where will we stay, Professor?" Pansy asked.

"Miss. Granger and Mr. Malfoy were the Heads, so I trust you can stay in their Common Room untill we find you better accomodations."

"What is the password?"

Snape took out his wand and muttered something. A buble grew from the tip of his wand and surrounded himself, Pansy, and Ron. "This is a silence bubble. It will keep anyone from hearing us."

"Dude! I totally have to learn this one!" Ron announced while turning around in circles. He turned back to Snape. "Does it roll? 'Cause if it does then it's like a giant Hampster ball only sound proof!"

Pansy's brow furrowed. "Hampster?"

"Oh. It's this cute little fuzzy animal Harry told me about."

"That sounds kind of like pygmy puff."

"Yeah, but it doesn't eat your boogers and it looks different."

"Oh."

"While I enjoy hearing about muggle animals and boogers, this bubble only lasts about a minute."

"You can't do much with a bubble in a minute, except maybe roll down some stairs..."

"What was that Mr. Weasley?"

"Nothing, proffessor."

"You won't be able to master this spell for many years anyways, it's highly advanced," Snape drawled, slightly boasting his own skill.

"I bet I could get Hermione to do it for me if I had the right box of chocolates. Oh, wait...she's only four right now. I'm sorry, I forgot."

Snape sighed. "Anyways, the password is 'eruditio est maximus'."

Hermione stared as the bubble slowly melted away, back into Snape's wand. Her eyes were huge. She turned to Draco. "Was that magic?" She asked slowly.

Draco nodded. "Yeah. I wish I was old enough to do magic."

Hermione's eyes grew even wider (if at all possible). "You will be able to do magic when you grow up!"

Draco nodded, did this girl know anything? He was unable to see what the big deal was.

"I thought magic was only in Fairy Tales!"

"What are Fairy Tales?" Asked a thouroughly confused Malfoy.

The students that were in the room looked at each other. Snape watched quietly to see how it would all play out.

"You haven't heard of Fairy Tales!"

Draco shook his head.

"Fairy Tales are all about princes, princessess, and magic!" Exclaimed Hermione. "But it's all made up in people's noggins!"

"Magic isn't made up! My dad is a wizard and my mum is a witch. Soon, I will be a wizard too, when I'm older. Then, I get to go to Hogwarts!" He said, beeming with pride.

"So, magic is Real?"

"Yeppers."

Instead of being totallty freaked out and getting a permanent scar on her idea of life, her reaction was quite the opposite.

"I want to be able to do magic!"

"You will do magic, Hermione." Ron said. "When you are old enough."

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" Yelled Hermione and Draco as they danced around on the desk.

"Noooooooooooooo!" Yelled Neville. "My potion is ruined!"

Everyone turned to see what had caused the shout. Neville's potion was a dark grey goop, the consistency of paste. He huried to fix the potion. Other people returned to their potions also, so theirs wouldn't end up the same way.

"Ten points from Gryffindore for yelling in class." said Snape. Then he turned back to the group of kids. "I suggest you take them to the common room and show them around. It's on the seventh floor behind the statue of the gaurd with the mustache." The students had almost left the classroom when Snape stopped them. "I almost forgot, ten points from Gryffindore for making a potion explode."

(A/N) I know that I should be working on my other story, What is Going on Here?, but I had this idea and I had to write it down. I will continue that story if I get more REVIEWS (hint hint).

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