Hell with Zabini and Malfoy

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Creation of J.K. Rowling

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SMACK!

"Oi! Watch where you're going!" Draco scowled, then sneered when he realized the figure on the ground was Hermione Granger.

"Well, I was going to apologize but since it is you, forget about it," Hermione said peevishly as she picked herself up.

"Now I've got you're germs on me—"

"Mudblood, yes, yes, I must say Malfoy it is kind of boring with the same insult for the last what…six or seven years?" Hermione scoffed.

Draco glared at her as she pushed passed him and kept going on her way.

"Hey! Where do you think you are going?" Draco called out at Hermione's back.

"Transfiguration," He heard her mutter.

"Aren't you going the wrong way?"

Draco smirked to himself as Hermione turned around, again pushing him out of the way; she stalked off, cheeks tinged pink.

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"Stupid old hag," Draco cursed under his breath to his best friend, Blaise Zabini, "When the hell are we going to use a spell like that?"

Blaise shook his head and let out a chuckle, "Who knows, maybe you should try it on you father."

"Now that isn't a bad idea," Draco smirked. "Turning Lucius Malfoy into a four-year-old."

"Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall snapped, "I would appreciate it if you at least attempt to pay attention during class! Ten points from Slytherin!"

Draco glared at his professor while a few Gryffindor sniggered.

"Now," McGonagall said briskly to the class, "please listen carefully. If any part of this goes wrong, you will be in for a very severe punishment. We will be trying out this spell, but please make sure your wand is pointing downwards at the floor. If you happen to point at one of your classmate, they will be turned into a four-year-old. And since there is no counter spell, your classmate would be stuck as a four-year-old for one whole month under your responsibility."

Draco shuddered, picturing himself with a four-year-old.

"On the count of three," McGonagall said.

"One, two---"

A few "Changea Agea, " chorused through the room. Suddenly, a bright light beamed off Neville Longbottom's wand which knocked him backwards into Blaise who fell onto Draco who had just finished saying the spell. His wand changed directions as Zabini crashed into him.

"Bloody hell!" Blaise cried and pushed Neville off of him.

"Oof," Said Draco, still unable to breath.

Draco heard a fill gasp around the room as the smoke cleared up and a small girl with curly brown hair and big chocolate eyes took the place of where Hermione Granger was, eyeing around the room curiously.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no no no no no!" Ron Weasley stared horrified at the four-year-old.

"Look what you've done!" Draco looked up to see McGonagall glaring at him. He felt himself shrink backwards.

"Headmaster's office, now!" She snapped at him, and then walked towards the small girl who was crowded by a group of Gryffindor, cooing at her.

McGonagall held out a hand to the girl, who took it with a toothy smile and off they went to Dumbledore's office.

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"But professor!" Draco almost wailed, "It was Longbottom! He can't do anything right!"

McGonagall ignored him as she said the password to the gargoyles in front of the headmaster's office and entered without a word.

Draco continued to complain as they went up the stairs. The young girl stared at him with wide, interested eyes as McGonagall knocked on the door.

"Ah!" said Dumbledore as he opened the door, "what a surprise, Minerva! Mr. Malfoy and who do we have here?"

The small brunette showed him a wide smile and waved cheerfully with her hand that was not linked with McGonagall's.

"We were learning about the changing age spell," Professor McGonagall said sternly, sending Draco another glare.

"Oh dear!" Dumbledore said, as cheerful as ever with that usual twinkle in his eyes.

Draco grumbled under his breath.

"So this is the five-year-old Hermione Granger," Dumbledore stroked his long silvered beard and peered at the grinning girl over his half-moon spectacles.

"Yes," McGonagall sniffed, "Mr. Malfoy here wasn't listening to the instructions carefully and thought it was fun to point his wand at a fellow classmate."

"That is not true!" Draco immediately started to protest, "it was Longbottom! He fell in Blaise who knocked me over and—"

"Mr. Zabini, you say?" Dumbledore interrupted him.

Draco nodded and was about to keep on protesting when Dumbledore put up his hand to silence him.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, you better inform Mr. Zabini that you two just got yourself a new responsibility." Professor Mcgonagall said, "You are going to be playing family for the next month."

Draco paled considerably, Dumbledore smiled merrily and McGonagall looked as stiff as ever as they all turned to look at the young Hermione Granger.

A/N: R&R!