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.:Chapter 2:.
"Do you want to be bald or something?" Harry yelled at Malfoy. The blonde boy was stalking down the corridors leading to McGonagall's at an alarming pace, or at least alarming to Harry, who was doing his best to stay on the palm of Malfoy's hand. Harry guessed it was partly out of rage and partly because he didn't want to be seen carrying him around school.
"What the fuck do you think!" the blonde boy said viciously.
"Then slow the fuck down! I'm pretty sure leaving me splattered on the floor counts as 'failing to look after me'."
"What a tempting thought . . ." Malfoy said scathingly, but slowed down a bit none the less.
Professor McGonagall was waiting for them, looking as exasperated as Harry felt. She clearly didn't approve of Dumbledore's latest antics.
"Mr. Malfoy, do not think that because your form of punishment is less than conventional, you will be getting off easy. I expect you to fully commit to your task, and if by the end of the month you've harmed even a hair on Potter's head, I will personally ensure that you are expelled for the dark magic you used." she said curtly.
Harry smirked; he doubted Malfoy considered practically having to be Harry's bitch was getting off easy in any way. He was secretly grateful for his head of house's threat, as he couldn't help feeling pretty vulnerable at this size. Anything that kept Malfoy from viciously squashing him like a bug was more than welcome.
"Now that that's cleared up, you are here to learn a shrinking spell, for inanimate objects such as Mr. Potter's clothes, schoolbooks, and whatever else he might need, and it's corresponding enlargement spell. They're both slightly advanced for your year, but I have no doubt you'll manage." McGonagall said, in a tone that didn't suggest confidence in Malfoy's abilities to learn the spells, rather that she wouldn't tolerate anything less.
Malfoy set him down on the desk, not gently at all. Harry scowled and sat down looking forward to watching the Slytherin boy struggle with the difficult new spells. Harry grinned at the beginning when Malfoy only seemed to make the various objects he was supposed to be shrinking tremble violently, and laughed meanly when he made a spatula hop around the room. But to Harry's shock and dismay, Malfoy started to improve quickly, and was really getting a hang of the spell. With McGonagall's instruction, he first managed to shrink a large pillow to the size of a pin cushion, and from there he had little difficulty with the other items. Harry watched in very reluctant awe at the blonde's prowess. Harry had to admit he had only seen Hermione master spells this quickly. Had the bastard always been such a fast learner? Harry had always kind of assumed that if Malfoy got good grades it was somehow his father's doing. But looking at him now it was clear it was natural ability, his face was pulled into a look of deep concentration, and he was precise, almost . . . graceful in his movements. And when he finally shrinked all the objects to miniatures in perfect scale, a smile teased at the corners of his mouth. Then he turned to sneer at Harry, making him a lot less inclined to admire his skill. McGonagall conjured up a few small sandwiches for Harry before proceeding to teach Malfoy the enlargement spell and in little over two hours he was able to shrink and enlarge any object to the exact size he wanted. As a final test, McGonagall conjured up a four-poster bed, much like the ones in the Gryffindor tower. After a few tries, Malfoy shrunk it to roughly the size of his hand. Professor McGonagall examined it closely, and evidently approved, as she brought it to the desk and told Harry try it. After sitting on hard books for so long, Harry eagerly obliged. The bed was very soft and comfortable, with a red comforter and gold silk sheets, actually a step up from his real bed. Sinking into the new mattress, Harry suddenly realized he was exhausted. It had been an intense day, being painfully reduced to a fraction of his normal size and having to put up with Malfoy for so long. Harry might've slipped into unconsciousness if Ron and Hermione hadn't burst into the room at that very moment.
"Harry!" they cried together upon seeing him. They rushed to his side, ignoring Professor McGonagall and Malfoy's sarcastic reaction.
"We were worried out of our heads, mate." Ron said. Harry smiled weakly up at their giant faces.
"When you weren't in the hospital wing and didn't come back to class, we finally talked to Dumbledore . . ." Hermione said, with a look of sympathy and deep concern.
"We're really sorry Harry . . . I always knew the man was off his rocker." Ron said shaking his head in disbelief at his tiny best friend.
"I'll be fine" Harry assured them, trying to convince himself as well. "As annoying as this month is going to be, Malfoy won't risk doing anything to me."
"Damn sure he won't." Ron said darkly. "Mione said we shouldn't mess him up while he still has to take care of you, but as soon as the month's over . . ." he trailed off with a faraway look in his eyes. Harry grinned at his best friend's words, thinking of all the ways they would get back at Malfoy later.
"Ron, that hardly matters now." Hermione said impatiently. "Are you sure you're going to be alright Harry?" she asked. Her eyes, wide with worry, looked positively monumental from Harry's point of view. He looked over at Malfoy who was absently toying with the size an empty butterbeer bottle. This was the boy that had been his enemy since day one at Hogwarts, who enjoyed insulting him and all his friends and who had just used very dark, probably illegal magic on him making as about as defenseless as a potted plant. Did he have any reason to think he's was going to be alright? Harry sighed. Yes, he did. Dumbledore might be mad and overly trustful but he wouldn't put Harry in this situation if he wasn't positive he'd be fine.
"I'm sure Hermione" he said finally.
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Professor McGonagall finally decided he was proficient enough in both spells and dismissed him with another warning look. She shoed Granger and Weasley away and gently put Potter in his open palm and handed him the little bed. Draco started in the direction of the dungeons but Potter's sidekicks stopped him first.
"Not so fast Malfoy" the mudblood said and Draco was a little surprised at her boldness. "Let me make this clear, treat Harry like anything less than your own flesh and bones and you'll lose more than just your hair." She said, with a significant look down at his groin. It was clear what she was implying and Draco almost laughed out loud at goody-two-shoes Granger's threat. Weasel was looking at him with what he probably considered an intimidating glare.
"I'll keep that in mind Granger." he said rolling his eyes. They said their goodbyes to Harry promising him to see him tomorrow and Draco felt a little sick at their overly affectionate exchange. Gryffindors have no dignity do they?
They were missing dinner, but Draco didn't really care, Potter probably qualified as 'well-fed' after all those sandwiches at McGonagall's and he just wanted get to his room and forget any of this ever happened. He didn't know how he was going live through an entire month in Potter's company.
"I hope you're satisfied Potter," he muttered with an aggravated sigh.
"Yeah I'm really happy with the way things have gone today actually." Harry said angrily.
"Your own bloody fault." Draco said simply.
"MY fault? You're the one who put this stupid curse on me!" Potter cried indignantly look up at him.
"You were asking for it Potter!" Draco said harshly.
"It's not my fault you can't handle a little dirt!" Potter countered.
"God you are insufferable" Draco said as he resisted the very strong urge to throw the little Gryffindor out the wide window they were passing. They bickered this way all the way down to the dungeons where the temperature dropped considerably, making Potter shiver slightly in Draco's hand. They reached the tapestry that covered the entrance to the Slytherin common room and he stopped before going in.
"Look Potter, when I walk in there holding a miniature version of The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Annoy, it's not going to be pretty. It's going to be hard enough to convince everyone you're not tonight's form of violent entertainment, so do yourself a favor and shut the hell up for once." Draco said and ignoring Potter's protests, he muttered the password and entered the common room. Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and a lot of his other "friends" were waiting for him wondering where he been all day. When they saw him with Potter there were gasps of surprise, cheers and general confusion from everyone in the common room.
"Quiet!" Draco shouted quickly and the Slytherins obliged. "As you've probably already heard, I cursed our little friend here, and he's going to stay like this for a while" he said rather smugly, and there were more cheers and nods of approval. Before they could make any assumptions Draco continued "But Dumbledore isn't very tolerant of dark magic especially when aimed at his precious Potter. So he's forced me to look after him while he grows back."
"What?" several people said.
"You're joking Draco!" Blaise exclaimed. Everyone was looking at him in shock but Draco responded before their reaction could get any worse.
"I wish I was, believe me. But if I don't do this, I'll be in even deeper trouble and if any of you interfere in any way, you will be even worse off, trust me." Draco said in a cool voice that quieted the few protests. "Once Scarhead is back to his normal, deformed self we can all go back to tormenting him,—" at this the little sod pinched his hand, hard. "But for now, Slytherin has a new pet." he finished with a smirk.
After this several Sytherins went to get a look at mini-Potter, laughing at him or mockingly welcoming him to Slytherin. Some girls even cooed at him, saying his current size was adaorable and a great improvement. The Gryffindor ignored all of this while staring stonily in front of him; it wasn't as if he could do much else. After hours of extra work with McGonagall, Draco was greatly enjoying the treatment Potter was receiving. After a lot of pinching and complaining from Harry, and feeling a slight, magical tingle on his scalp, Draco quickly decided to go to bed. Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle followed him up to their room. Inside, Draco felt a lot more relaxed; their room was warmer and homier than the common room, it had enchanted windows instead of an eerie green light. He set Potter down on his nightstand and stretched much like a cat.
"Finally, I'm exhausted." Potter complained with a little yawn, his eyes droopy.
"Cute," Blaise laughed. "We should get him a little doll house Draco."
"Yeah, yeah, he'll be just fine here" Draco said opening the top drawer of his nightstand and placing Potter's tiny bed inside.
"What! There's NO way I'm sleeping in there!" mini Harry cried out.
"Little Potter afraid of the dark?" Draco mocked and his roommates laughed.
"No, but if I sleep in there who's to say you'll ever let me out?" Potter said.
"Aaah, what a nice thought" Draco said dreamily but placed the bed on top of his nightstand none the less. Potter's trunk had appeared at the foot of his bed, Draco opened it and started rummaging through its disorganized contents.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Potter said.
"So ungrateful . . ." Draco continued paying him no mind. "and messy." he sorted through random socks and robes, old school books, noticed what looked a photo album before he found what he was looking for. He took Potter's shabby (compared to his own) pajamas and shrunk them approximately to the boy's current size. He left them on the nightstand, and Potter took them without a word.
"You're welcome." Draco said rolling his eyes.
"You brought this on yourself Malfoy." the boy said and disappeared behind the red curtains of his mini four-poster. Draco let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't used to being around any single person for such a long period of time. Especially not someone as insufferable as Potter.
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Harry pulled back the curtains of his new bed. As much as he'd like to keep them closed and pretend he was still at the Gryffindor Tower, he was never able to sleep like that, it reminded him too much of his cupboard under the stairs. He shook those memories away, shifting under the covers. Even if he was deep in the Slytherin dungeons, being at Hogwarts was infinitely better than being at Privet Drive. He sighed as he took in his very green surroundings, and suddenly noticed a half-naked Malfoy changing in to his pajamas. His tall, thin frame was surprisingly muscular, no doubt thanks to Quidditch training, and his pale skin looked flawlessly smooth, unlike Harry's own rough, scarred skin and stretched across his small but perfectly defined muscles. Realizing he was staring, Harry quickly turned away mentally kicking himself.
"Night" the blonde boy said seemingly to no one in particular and Harry heard the rustle of his covers as he got into bed.
Harry snuggled into the gold sheets, comforted by his house's colors in the middle of this strange place. Forgetting that he was in the Slytherin dungeons, under the care of Draco Malfoy, who had cursed him to be smaller than his own wand, Harry fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream, he found himself in a plain room with a tiny door on the wall opposite him. On an end table next to him, he found a vial with a note attached that said "Drink Me" and was signed DM. Swallowing its contents, Harry felt himself reduced, until he was small enough to enter the door. On the other side was a lush moonlit garden and he was met by a large, grinning cat with twinkling blue eyes.
"You're expected Harry." the cat said, and led him to a long table, helping him to its surface. On the table, he realized Slytherins were seated along its seemingly endless sides. They laughed at him and tried to trap him under their teacups as Harry ran towards the end. When he finally reached it, there was Draco, wearing a strange suit and a tall hat, seated with his head resting on his gloved hands, leaning towards Harry.
"Won't you join me for tea?" he whispered in Harry's ear.
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