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Bad Day?

The eighth year Gryffindor/Slytherin students under the watchful eye of their professor, a portrait of a twenty-three year old Severus Snape, were hard at work on their assignment for the day; a nose-hair reduction potion. As was the new norm since Hogwarts had reopened and classes had started up following the war, each student was paired with a member of the opposite house in an attempt to avoid the house rivalry which had caused so many problems in the past.

Harry was paired with none other than Draco Malfoy. Though the two of them had managed to strike up a tentative truce, they certainly didn't consider themselves friends. At the moment though, Harry was reading the instructions aloud from his potions book while Draco followed them.

Then the late Professor Snape decided that enough time had passed for the potions to be complete and had instructed the class to decide which member of each pairing would be the one to sample their completed concoctions.

Since Malfoy had brewed the potion, He figured it was only fair that Potter be the one to drink it. After relaying this to his partner, he poured the contents of the caldron into a tea cup and watched as the other boy brought it to his lips. He knew immediately that something wasn't right.

Draco stared down at his feet. Where once his incompetent potions partner had stood, there was now only a pile of robes. At first he feared he had somehow botched the potion and melted his partner.

"Great. Now I've bloody MELTED the Boy-Who-Continues-To Live. So much for my probation," He grumbled under his breath as he began meticulously picking through the pile of clothing to see if they held any clues. The last thing he needed was to gain the attention of the first year carrying the portrait of Professor Snape. Apparently Potter was a briefs man.

It wasn't until he found Potter's shoes that he discovered what had really happened. There, in the right sneaker no more than four inches tall sat Draco's potions partner. Somehow even crouched in a sneaker holding his knees to his bare chest and squinting up at him, the other boy still managed to be intimidating.

"What did you do?" Tiny irate four-inch Harry Potter squeaked, scowling and positively sure that the blonde had done this on purpose.

"I don't know!" Draco hissed. He dropped a Kleenex into the shoe, which the other boy promptly wrapped around himself like a toga. "Are you going to be able to climb out of that shoe on your own?"

Harry, looking rather comical with his tiny fists on his hips, continued to glare.

Draco sat down and took a leisurely rest while the brunette did everything in his power to climb out of the shoe. Harry jumped. He grabbed handfuls of the cloth and attempted to pull himself up. He ran full speed into one side of the shoe then the other in hopes of tipping it over. He even attempted to apparate, despite knowing that such things could not be done at Hogwarts. Finally exhausted, Harry collapsed and allowed Draco to gently lift him out of the sneaker and set him down on the desk next to his glasses.

The spectacles, which the Slytherin had rescued from the pile of clothing in the floor before they could be trampled, seemed enormous compared to Harry's tiny new frame and he could barely lift them. Draco was clearly finding all of this very entertaining.

"Here," the blonde chuckled, indicating that Harry should sit with his legs stretched out in front of him, and then proceeded to position one of the lenses over the shrunken boy's lap.

"Thank you," Harry murmured begrudgingly.

"What have you done this time, Potter?" The portrait of Professor Snape had arrived at their work station.

"Well Professor," Harry squeaked, glancing from the portrait to his partner, "Malfoy here brewed a potion and I drank it like you instructed, sir."

"Ten points from Gryffindor for your sass, Potter,"

"Oh yeah? Well how about my ass?" Harry thought he was being witty. His intention had been to remove the glasses from his lap, stand up and moon his professor. However, he had forgotten just how heavy the frames were for him to lift, and all he managed to do was exhaust himself trying to squirm his way out from beneath them.

Professor Snape was not impressed.

"Detention, Mr. Potter," The greasy-haired former potions master drawled.

Harry tried to object that he hadn't actually done anything, but Snape shut that down quickly. "You forget, Mr. Potter, I can read your mind."

"Even now that you're just a portrait?" Harry asked.

"Especially now!" Snape snarled, clearly his state of existence was still a touchy subject. It might have been Harry's imagination, but he could practically feel the spit flying from the Professor's mouth as the man spoke. "Also, your potion reacted like that because you skipped step number 4a. You created a mild shrinking potion instead. It should wear off any time now."

Draco looked down at Harry's text book lying open on the desk and silently read the step.

"Of course." The Slytherin murmured. "Har- I mean, Potter, we forgot to 'simmer the tomato mixture, uncovered, for five to ten minutes more or until it was slightly thickened'!"

"Damn," Harry sighed, mentally flipping the man off.

"Ten more points from Gryffindor for the mental images of both your bare bottom as well as that rude hand gesture."

"I can't win!" Harry moaned, throwing both of his hands in the air and falling back on the desk. He felt a strange sensation in his leg and realized that Malfoy was pinching his ankle between his thumb and pointer finger.

"I can see up your skirt," the blond shrugged, carefully placing the limb down across the other.

"So I get shrunk after drinking a botched potion, lose twenty points from Gryffindor, and now Draco-Sodding Wanker- Malfoy has seen my junk;" Harry snorted. He placed the back of his right hand across his eyes. Draco said nothing for a moment, mulling over what the other boy had said.

"Bad day?" he asked.

Harry moved his hand and looked up at his former rival. The other boy was sporting an amused smirk which differed distractingly from his usual sneer. Harry raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side in inquiry. Then both boys burst out laughing.

END

A/n: It's been a very long time since I've written any decent Harry Potter fanfiction. This probably isn't my best, but it was fun to write.

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