Hello Darlings! It's me! I'm back! Okay I just had a great idea for a fic. I know I'm sorry please don't kill me. I know I haven't finished 20 Ways or True From The Heart. I just had another idea and I had to get it out. It should be another long one, so lots to keep me occupied. Oh and sorry about using the cliche of the head boy and head girl. The reason I used it was because it will serve a purpose in this story. Read on people!

Disclaimer: This goes for the entire story. I do not own Harry Potter nor any of it's affiliates.

Draco:

Draco steamed as he sat at his desk. His father was the absolute worst. He was the second best student in the entire school. Not just seventh year, the entire school! Unfortunately, no, that wasn't good enough for Lucius. His father had threatened to disown him, if he didn't become the absolute best. Lucius Malfoy expected to have his way.

"No son of mine will be second to a mudblood!" his father had written in his letter. The thing was, that he and Granger had become friends of sorts over the course of this year. He liked her sarcastic humor and her ability to keep up with him.

Speaking of Granger, he glanced at the clock she had given him. He had had a problem with being late for patrols, at the beginning of the year. Completely fed up, she had gotten him a clock; which of course, had come with a book on how it works. His mind registered that it was nearly time for Potions. He stood up and shoved his things scattered over his desk, into his bag. Pushing the chair in with his foot, nearly cracking the desk with the force; he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out into the common room. Granger was just coming out of her room, as well. He nodded at her, not really meeting her eyes. At the edge of his vision, he saw that she nodded back. They were partners in Potions, it made sense, he supposed.

Seeing as they were the head students and were able to work together. Today, they were

brewing an aging potion. Draco groaned internally, he didn't feel like doing anything today. Granger, he knew, would pester him to death but he'd rather have that, then actually doing something. He had a reason at least, he was absolutely pissed; and he needed to find a way to get his father off his back.

Hermione:

Hermione sat down at her seat in Potions, Malfoy sliding in right beside her. He seemed off today, especially considering his weird greeting, a few minutes ago. Usually, he smirked at her and made some kind of rude comment involving her hair or her fashion sense. The usual, everyday insults, it was their thing, but that didn't happen today. She noticed that the muscles in his face and arms were tight. He usually didn't show any kind of outward indication of emotion. Shaking her head, she firmly told herself, it didn't matter. So Hermione shrugged it off though and started setting up her things. When Malfoy didn't move to help, as he usually did, she asked him

"Aren't you going to do anything?" This was grating on her nerves, unusual behavior she could tolerate, but not helping, was unacceptable.

He looked at her almost like he was bored, but she could see that his eyes were stormy.

"I am doing something, I'm sitting." She tightened her jaw, so, she thought, it's going to be like that today. Before she had a chance to retort, Snape billowed in. He pointed his wand at the board while barking a spell;the instructions appeared and he sat down at his desk. "Begin," he intoned. Hermione started following the instructions right away. Malfoy just continued to sit there and stare at the wall. It wasn't like Snape was going to do anything. Draco was his favorite student. So her temper continued to boil but she continued working. This went on for half an hour, before her control snapped, just as he lifted his hand to rub his nose.

"Aren't you going to help?!" everyone turned to stare at the pair.

Draco:

Draco's ears rang as her screeching, banshee like voice hit his ear drums. He was sure he could feel blood trickling down his neck. His control snapped too and he stood up furiously; nearly tripping flat on his face in the process.

"Fine! You want help?! I'll help!" He threw in random ingredients that were sitting on the table, into the bubbling potion.

"There's your stupid help!" He didn't notice the potion changing colors nor it bubbling over. Granger backed away, a look of fear on her face. Was he that scary when he was mad?

Hermione:

Hermione backed away from the increasingly dangerous potion.

"Malfoy, you... you should back away."

"Why?!" he snapped, obviously still mad. She pointed at the concoction that he had brought about. The bubbles were now to height of his head and still rising. He glanced over and did a double take. The look on his face was so comical, were it not for the impending danger, she would have laughed. He took a step back, but it was too late. The potion exploded, leaving him and the area around the desk splattered. Not that she could really see it, there was a orange fog clouding her senses. Thankfully, no one else besides Malfoy had been touched by the potion. The fog cleared, but Malfoy was nowhere to be seen.

She glanced around the room to see if he had been blown back to the other side. He was nowhere to be found though. Then she heard a whimper; it was faint and it had come from beneath the desk. She got down on her knees and peered under. There under the desk, was Draco Malfoy. But not the Draco Malfoy you would expect, no. No. this Draco Malfoy was small, and adorable, and all of the age of 5 years old.

So have I caught your attention? I haven't really seen a whole lot of good dramione fics where one or the other is de-aged. So review people! Expect new chapters on the other stories.

Edited:8/31/2016