It all started in the morning, when Hermione and Harry woke up to an ear-piercing scream, emitting from Draco's room. They shot up in bed, accidentally bonking heads with each other. They stared at each other in shock for a second, remembering they shared a bed. They had been so tired the night before they hadn't even noticed. Remembering Draco, they hopped out of bed and sprinted into his room.
When they got there, they saw something that would never leave their memory: three-year-old Draco Malfoy, screaming and crying, sweating, almost falling off the bed. Harry and Hermione rushed over to him, and started shaking him.
"Draco. Draco! You're alright! Wake up! You're safe!" Harry practically screamed, still shaking him. Draco shot up like a bullet at his voice. Panting he looked around the room.
"Mummy? Daddy?" He whispered in a hoarse voice, tears streaming down his face. Hermione nodded, and to the two teens' shock, Draco threw himself into their arms.
"I- was- s-so scared" He sniffled. "I ha-had a dream where you-you- you guys left me- and I was lost- in a forest- there were sc-scary monster- and I couldn't find you- and-and-"
"Shhhh. It is okay, we're here. We will never leave you. We promise." Hermione reassured him, and Harry nodded. "We promise."
After about 15 minutes, they slowly got up to get ready for breakfast, and school. Harry helped Draco get dressed, while Hermione got ready in hers and Harry's room. They met down in the common room, and Hermione smiled when she saw Draco in little robes with a tiny Slytherin tie. Slowly they climbed up to the Great Hall, all the way from the dungeons.
They walked in the huge room to find that they were three of the first three people in there, considering that they thought that they would be late. They sat down at the eighth years' table, and started to eat the eggs and toast that magically appeared on their plates. Harry cut small pieces of everything for Draco and handed him a small wooden fork so he wouldn't hurt himself. Group by group the other eighth years entered the hall. Most of them looked either exhausted or angry. Ron and Pansy were two of the angry students, Pansy carrying a crying Blaise. They stomped over to the table, and Ron sat down next to Pansy.
"The little brat wouldn't take a Merlin-Forsaken bath last night!" Ron ground out.
"Don't call him a brat, weasel!" Pansy spat at Ron.
"Oh shut up pug-face. You're only siding with him because you fancy the older him!" Ron yelled.
"I DON'T FANCY HIM! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT I LOVE DRAKIE-POO!" She yelled. The whole hall spun around to stare at her.
"Is that true Pans? I thought, but I wasn't sure." Daphne asked. Pansy blushed.
"It's sort of obvious isn't it?" Pansy asked in a hurt voice. Everyone, even the teachers, was now staring at her.
"OK everyone leave her alone! She obviously doesn't like everyone staring at her!" came the voice of Ronald Weasley. Now everyone was staring at him. "Go on- leave us alone!" Shockingly, everyone listened and went back to eating.
"Thanks- Ron." Said Pansy with a smile. Ron turned the color of his hair and smiled back.
"No problem- Pansy." He replied. Harry turned to Hermione, leaned over Draco and whispered in her ear.
"Think they'll end up together?" He asked with a smile.
"Harry! I don't know, frankly I don't really care!" Hermione snapped. "But if I HAD to answer, probably yes." She added, a bit more kindly.
"What are you guys talking about, Mummy and Daddy?" Draco asked, curiosity written all over his face. "Is it- is it about me?" He asked with a somewhat hurt voice.
"No Draco, don't worry, it is fine. We're talking about, er, our homework. Harry doesn't think he did it right, and he's asking me for help. Yeah." Hermione thought up quickly, smirking at Harry whose jaw was on the floor in shock. She then glared at him, making him go with the story.
"Uhh, yeah, I forgot to uh, write down where I got my information for my potions paper, but Hermione said she'll let me copy hers." Said Harry triumphantly.
"Oh. OK. That's good." Draco said going back to his eggs and toast.
"Speaking of potions, we gotta go! We're almost late!" Hermione nearly screamed. She picked Draco up, grabbed Harry by the wrist, and nearly flew out of the Great Hall, the other eighth years quickly following. They quickly descended every moving flight of stairs, with Draco squealing and hugging Hermione's neck. They burst through the potions door, and fell into two chairs in the back. Harry got up, walked to the back, and grabbed one of the baby chairs that had appeared in the back, with the other eighth years doing the same. Harry had just settled Draco down into his chair, when the bell rang, signaling the beginning of class.
To no one's surprise, Snape burst into the room at that exact moment. He looked around the room, sending everyone a glare. When he saw that no one was late, he scowled and stalked to the front of the room.
"Welcome to eighth year advanced potions." He drawled in his cold, monotone voice. "Of course I have heard of your, project, but don't think he will be learning anything different, anything that I wouldn't teach in a NORMAL class." He said, seeming to read the minds of the 16 teens. They furrowed their brows.
"Now, I would like you all to create the potion on the board. I know it will be hard, but I think you can handle it." He said with an unusual glint in his eye.
Harry quickly wrote on some spare parchment "I think he wants to get us in trouble, if we mess up." He passed the note to Hermione who rolled her eyes and neatly wrote back "I don't know, would he do that?" Harry quickly scribbled "YES!" Harry responded. Hermione glanced up at the board and gasped. She poked Harry who was tickling Draco and he looked up. That had to make Amortentia.
