*************Draco***********

Classes resumed on Monday. Snape had us brewing a de-aging potion today. We were to brew the potion with four people in a group. Apparently an apartment building had been erected right outside of Hagrid's hut. We would live there, two couples to an apartment until we left Hogwarts in the summer. It also just so happened that Granger and I were awarded the most dysfunctional couple as our bunk mates. She was chatting happily with the she weasel as Blaise pouted next to me.

The four of us would take turns raising each other from toddlers to childhood. Each couple would receive two weeks as children before they were transformed back into adults.

"Alright who is going to take the potion first?" Snape asked us. He was looking particularly grumpy today.

"We're going to flip a coin, sir." Granger answered meekly, digging around for a sickle, "whoever wins doesn't have to go first."

"Says who?" Zabini muttered.

"Says the only one with a plan," Snape interjected, "hurry now, Ms. Granger, I haven't got all day." Then he muttered to himself, "contrary to popular belief." She came across a sickle and turned to the she weasel.

"Heads or tails?"

"Tails." She nodded and flipped it with her thumb. Much to my distress the sickle landed on its head meaning bottoms up to Granger and I. We both ladled out the proper amount before staring at it skeptically.

"Any day now. I have other students to fail." I took one for the team and knocked the potion back, Granger's potion wasn't far behind my own. For a moment nothing happened, but then the table I was sitting at seemed to be growing and my body felt all fuzzy.

For a moment I hadn't a clue where I was, but a quick survey of the room assured me I didn't like it one bit. It was cold and dark.

"Mummy!" A pretty haired woman stepped into my line of sight.

"He's really a kid." She whispered to someone. I couldn't see whoever it was, because they were on the other side of the table. Frustrated at being ignored I called again.

"Mummy! Mummy!" I put my arms up demanding that she pick me up, when she didn't I began to cry.

"No shit Sherlock."

"Shi! Shi! Shi!" I ceased my crying long enough to see a girl with big poofy hair clapping happily, "Shi! Shi! Shi!"

"Watch what you say!" Mummy said meanly. Daddy appeared from behind the big table and picked me up, but I didn't want daddy. I began to squirm and cry, miffed at being denied the simple comfort of my mother.

"Mummy! Mummy! No daddy!" I screamed. He made a nasty face at me before dropping me in mummy's arms.

"Fine, I'll get the mudblood."

"Mud-yud! Mud-yud!"

"Hermione, darling please stop repeated those foul words." Mummy asked gently, but the girl wouldn't stop.

"Mud-yud! Mud-yud!"

"Memi! Mummy no!"

Mummy sighed heavily, "may we be excused professor." The man she was talking to was bigger that the mummy. He had a big big nose and slimy hair. He nodded, still looking at me with his night time eyes. I hid in mummy's robes.

Suddenly the urge to walk was over powering. I squirmed in her arms trying to wriggle free. Memi was laying in daddy's arms touching his face and pulling his nose. Mummy held on tight, warning me that if I didn't stay still she'd pop me.

Forever fearless I continued to wriggle until I slipped from her grasp. I hit the stairs and rolled all the way down to the bottom. Ouch. It was hard to sit up and my arm really hurt. So I did what anyone else would do on this situation. I cried. Mummy came running down the stairs, daddy following her closely.

"Are you okay, Draco?" I didn't answer her in favor of crying, granted I was trying, but my arm hurt so much and I couldn't really get anything out. Memi sat next to me rubbing the not hurt arm.

"Kissy mummy! Kissy Dake boo boo!"

"Draco, move your hand." Daddy ordered, but it hurt so I didn't. He huffed and pried my fingers from the arm.

"Don't be so rough!" Mummy scolded when I screamed. He ignored her and continued to work my fingers loose.

"Great, he broke his arm. I'll take him to Madame Pomfrey, you take Granger home." I didn't know who Madame Pomfrey was, but she sounded scary. I snuggled my face into daddy's robes, still wailing, hoping the pain in my arm would go away.

"Please stop crying, Draco. You're giving daddy a migraine."

"Hurt, daddy!" I insisted. I had every right to cry, the pain in my arm was overwhelming. It was worse that all of my spankings and bursted lips all together. He sighed heavily, picking up speed. The moment we walked into a big white room my cries reached all knew heights. I wanted my mummy, she would hold me until the bad feelings go away. Daddy wasn't trying to make it better. He sat me down on the bed and just left! Scared, hurt, and more than a little angry, I climbed off of the bed in search of mummy. How dare he leave me there! I was only walking for a little while before I realized I was lost.

"Mummy!" I cried, desperately, "mummy! Mummy!" Suddenly I was being lifted up and at that moment I didn't care by who, "I want my mummy! I lose mummy! Daddy go 'way."

"Malfoy?" I stopped crying for a little bit.

"Hel'e." I whimpered. This man had the same hair as mummy, "mummy! Mummy!" I was bouncing in his grasp.

"Oh Draco, what happened to your arm?" Another lady asked. She looked properly worried about me, but I insisted they go and get my mummy.

"Mummy!" She took me from him. Beside her were some kids my size. One had on glasses and the other one was spinning in a circle. Weirdo.

"Who is your mummy?" She asked gently. I grabbed a fistful of the man's hair.

"Mummy 'air!"

"How about this? We'll get your arm fixed up and then we'll take you to your mummy. That's got to hurt." Tears filled my eyes again as I nodded.

"Mummy next! Po'mis?" She ruffled my hair fondly.

"Yes, I Promise."

**********Hermione***********

My body HURT! Mummy said it was because I was growing so fast, but it still hurt. Mummy said I was growing half a year every day and my body didn't know why.

My hair was longer than yesterday. It was proof that my aches were not in vain. Mummy said she wanted to talk today and daddy hadn't seemed happy about it. Mummies and daddies were supposed to love each other, but daddy was always so mean to mummy and me. I didn't really like daddy. Draco wasn't so bad. He could be mean sometimes, but we played dolls and soldiers together so that made it better. Mummy came in to wake us from our naps, but I'd never actually fallen asleep. Still she had the joy of waking Draco and by joy I meant not joyful at all, because he was a violent sleeper.

"Hermione, little one, wake up."

"I up, mummy." I mumbled. She reached over me to wake the sleeping blonde. He squirmed, whimpering in irritation. He was a big cry baby. Yesterday I pushed him off of the couch and he started crying! We both agreed to play the pushing game so I didn't know why he decided to cry. He just did. Stupid boy. Mummy plucked him from the covers, choosing to wake him up gently. I stood on the big bed and pressed my nose to Draco's cheek.

"Daco! Wake up!" I shouted. He bolted upright, clutching mummy's shirt and wailing. What a baby.

Daddy came stomping in, a look of permanent disgust on his face.

"What did you do that for muddy?"

"He wouldn't wake up, daddy. I was helping!" I huffed, I refused to be reprimanded for trying to help. Mummy pulled me into her arms as well.

"Stop calling her that, you prick!" Mummy yelled, she looked angry. Her face was all red.

"Or else?"

"Why does it have to be an or else? Why can't you stop being a jerk?" She screamed.

"Because I don't want this!" His voice was like thunder and caused me to shove my face into mummy's neck in an effort to hide.

"I don't want this either, but right now Hermione is just a little girl and I'm tired of you being such an insufferable bitch!" Her voice was so high it hurt my ears. Then he spanked her right I the face. She got really quiet and when I looked up I wished I hadn't. She looked scary and her eyes looked like electricity.

"I hate you!" She didn't wait for a response. She just stormed out of the flat before he could stop her. By the time she reached another flat she was crying. Ron opened the doors and while I would love to hug my uncle Ron I knew mummy needed him more so I took Draco's hand and led him away.

"Why mummy sad?" He asked auntie when we found her. She brushed her hair from her face before crouching before us both.

"I have no clue, do you want to play with Luna and Harry?"

With mummy momentarily forgot we nodded eagerly and went running to Harry and Luna's room. The moment we entered Luna shoved the door closed.

"Baking news!" She hissed, "mummy's mummy and daddy are baking up!" She threw her hands in the air making the exploding symbol.

"Mummy say it 'cause ta mini-twee is punis-ing the poo-buds." Harry whispered.

"But only the bad poo-buds!" Luna exclaimed excitedly.

"But mummy says the law is so everyone makes lots and lots of babies." I insisted, "because the wibards don't makes a bunch of babies."

"Mummy says it punis-ment. She was weally sad." Harry admitted softly.

"Punis-ment for what!" I insisted, stressing the t. When they shrugged I plopped onto the floor.

"Can we play dolls?" With a shrug Luna passed out four rag dolls and sat down beside me.

*********so now we're getting closer to the meat and potatoes of why these families are being torn apart, but of course it can't really be discussed by a bunch of four year olds. Well...review! Thanks!********