A/N: I am SO EXCITED about this chapter! You'll find out what happened to Draco, why this story is called 'Be a Doll' and see why Hermione will suffer! But your not going to see who the person with the cauldron was, though I think you can figure it out. I'm going to keep you suspense if you don't know who it is.

So, here's the Shout-Out:

Juno's Mome Rath: Okay, if anyone asks, I don't know you.

iluvwriting: Yes, she did. Go 'Mione!

slytherinpunk: Yup, but he SO did not expect that reaction!

frifri: Hmm, maybe your right, maybe your not...

Karana Belle: Yeah, but your going to have to wait a while, so take a guess, I bet you can figure it out if you read the last part really carefully.

Cassiel Oliviari:Well, you'll see.

Hermione-Granger-420: Okey-dokey : )

And the Chappie!

Be a Doll
Chapter 9: Be a Doll
(Original, I know)

Hermione had never liked Sundays. It was the day before everything started up again, so you basically had to do everything that you hadn't done Saturday. An essay, a potion, a translation. You always did these types of things the day before they were due, and 99.9% of the time that was a Sunday. Whoever had said that Sunday was a day of rest had never had homework.

She woke up very early this morning, much unlike yesterday. She couldn't even hear the Ferret rummaging around in his bathroom yet. That was odd. He was always up long before her. Why wasn't he awake?

Images of what happened the day before floated back to her, and she turned a bright red at the thought. ' I don't care if he's not up, it isn't my problem.' She told herself, as she pulled on her clothes. Hermione didn't fell like bothering with her hair today, so she simply brushed it and left her room.

She ran down the steps two at a time into the common room and skidded over the rugs to her desk. Thanks to the party yesterday she still had all her homework to get done, and it was all due tomorrow. Again, she hated Sundays.

Hermione grabbed her bag and was about to go to the library when she felt a fluttering by her head. She turned to see and owl smaller than Pig twittering around her, holding a letter 5 times it size. She plucked it out of the air gently and set the owl on the desk. Hermione took the letter from it's beak that was stamped URGENT quite a few times.

To Miss Hermione Granger:

As soon as you receive this letter, come to the Hospital Wing. We will explain upon your arrival.

Signed,

Albus Dumbledore

Minerva McGonagal

and Severus Snape

Snape?!? Why had Snape signed the letter?

Suddenly, a horrible thought came to her. What if Malfoy had told them she had kissed him? Or almost broken his nose? Or slammed the door on him? She was being denounced of her Head Girl position! How could she have let this happen? Tears filled her eyes at this thought.

Hermione shook her head. ' NO! Your being an idiot Hermione. What would Snape have to do with this? And why would I have to go to the Hospital Wing? Malfoy probably just fell down the stairs and they want me to bring him flowers or something. See? No worries.'

She set down her bag and picked up the owl still sitting on her desk. Hermione made her way towards the Hospital Wing, much more calm then a few minutes ago.

If only she knew.

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A few minutes later, Hermione was at the door of the Hospital Wing. She knocked and heard the door being unlocked. Madame Pomfrey opened the door just a crack and peeked out. "Oh it's you." She said, opening the door a little wider. "Well, quickly, come in here. Make sure no one sees you."

' Well, that was strange.' thought Hermione, as she followed Madame Pomfrey, absentmindedly stroking the owl, ' Why have they locked the doors?'

She was being led into the secluded area, for most serious conditions. Malfoy was must have been hurt worse than she thought. Why else would they be all the way back here?

They finally came to a heavy door, which Hermione was pushed through. Madame Pomfrey stayed outside the room, and locked the door after her.

She turned away from the door and was facing 4 people. Dumbledore, McGonagal, Snape and a tall woman with white-blond hair. When she looked closely, she saw it was someone she had only seen once before, over 3 years ago. Narcissa Malfoy.

Now she knew something was wrong. Parents never came to Hogwarts. Even when she had been petrified back in second year her parents hadn't come to the school. And she could be pretty confident that Malfoy wasn't dead.

Right?

"Miss Granger, I assume the owl reached you in time?" Dumbledore said, peering at her over his glasses. She nodded mutely and placed the tiny owl into his hand, without looking up. Both Snape and Mrs.Malfoy were glaring at her angrily, as if whatever happened to Malfoy was her fault.

"Well, Mis-Hermione." said McGonagal, seeming to choose her words carefully. Something...very bad has happened to Mr.Malfoy, Draco as you call him." She knew very well that Hermione did not call him Draco. But Mrs.Malfoy looked so upset and angry that she said so anyway. "A very bad accident that we cannot explain. We have already tried curing him, but nothing seems to be working." At this, Mrs.Malfoy gave a small sob and Snape patted her hand gently.

She was stunned. What could be so bad that he would have to be in the secluded area of the Hospital Wing, his mother had to come to school, and that Snape was being nice? Finally, she gathered up the courage to speak. "What happened to him? If you don't mind me asking." she added quickly, stealing a glance at "Draco's" mother.

Dumbledore spoke. "Miss Granger, before we tell you, you must understand that this is very rare, extremely rare. It hasn't happened to many people. Out of those, all have been cured by a special spell, but it didn't work on Mr.Malfoy. Another thing you must understand is that you mustn't tell anyone, not even Mr.Potter and Mr.Weasley. A secret like this getting out would surely interfere with your studies as well as his."

'Wait, did he just say that meaning Malfoy's studies? He isn't still going to go to school is he?' she thought, becoming very confused.

"...and we know it might shock you at first. But we will show him to you, so you know his condition and can plan what you have to do." he continued. Hermione was worried at this. The last thing she wanted to see was Draco Malfoy with all his blood and guts spilling out. And why would she have to plan?

Snape walked to the back of the room, and picked up a small wooden box off a table. He came back and handed it to McGonagal, who took it very cautiously, as if handling something fragile. She then lifted the lid very, very slowly...

Hermione screamed.

You would have too if you had just found out that your worst enemy was only 3 inches tall.

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Malfoy, who had appeared to be sleeping before she screamed, jerked up suddenly. He glanced up at everything, including her, with a shocked expression on his small face.

Hermione couldn't believe it. ' No, it's not real. Nobody could become that tiny, even in the magical world. It simply isn't possible. There is no way that that could be Malfoy. This is just a horrible trick being played on me Yes a prank, an extremely stupid, unfunny prank.'

But truthfully, she knew that it was real. By some strange phenomena, Malfoy had become 3 inches tall, and nobody had been able to fix it. As Dumbledore said, it was rare, but it did happen to a few people. Then again, she wanted proof.

"Prove that your Malfoy." Hermione said suddenly, before she could even realize what she was doing. "I want proof." The room was silent, as he started to talk.

"For your birthday, I got you Hogwarts, A History, Sonnets of a Sorcerer, and Guide to Advanced Transfiguration. You were so happy that you-" she cut him off there, as she turned red again.

"Okay, I believe you, your really Malfoy." That boy had some nerve. He had just shrunken to the size of a highly squishable bug, and yet he was still planning to ruin her life. She was also surprised at the sound of his voice. Hermione had suspected that it would be high and squeaky, but it was still rather deep, just smaller. If it was louder and bigger, he would sound like he always did.

She felt McGonagal hand her the open box. Hermione looked up at her in surprise then to everyone else. "Why are you giving him to me?" She asked.

McGonagal looked at confused as she did. "Your in charge of him. You signed to it in the Head Code." At the same time both screamed "WHAT?!?"

"Both of you, quiet!" Dumbledore said, harshly, a tone Hermione had never heard him use before. They did, and he went on normally. "You must remember. It was only 20 days ago. In the Head Code, it specifically reads that under the circumstance that either one of you are unable to take care of yourselves, by injury, that the your in your fellow Head's care."

"Yes. I would like Draco to stay at school and learn what he needs, even if he does have to be under the care of this...girl." said a teary voice. Everyone turned to see it that it was Narcissa. "I would rather him be here learning in his state, then at home, doing nothing. This is Draco's last year at school, and I want him to make the best of it."

The room was silent.

A wave of guilt suddenly washed over Hermione. It was her own fault that she didn't read the Head Code, so she should have to suffer the consequences. Even if it meant she was actually going to suffer.

"I'll take him."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, and began to explain. "You'll take Mr.Malfoy to classes with you, in your bag or in your pocket, anywhere where he can see. The teachers will be informed about his condition, but you must keep it an absolute secret from the students. Hide him well."

"He will also have to sleep in your room. We are really very sorry about this, but he cannot get around by himself. Shrink his bed and wardrobe, and anything else he may need. We can't shrink this wand though, so any magic for Mr.Malfoy will be out of the question."

Hermione heard a whimper from inside the box at the statement 'no magic.' Ha, so he was rather bad off as well. Then again, so was she. She did NOT want to share a room with Draco Malfoy, no matter how small he was.

After a bit more explanation of what she was supposed to do, Hermione left the room, holding the box close to her chest. She didn't like the stupid git, but she want to be responsible for his death. They all knew that she was in charge of him, so anything goes wrong with Malfoy, it's her fault.

She walked out of the Hospital Wing, and crept through the halls, being careful not to be seen by anyone. It was still quite early in the morning though, so she only passed the occasional student on their way to breakfast.

"Hermione!" yelled two voices. She whirled around to see Harry and Ron running at her and waving their arms around wildly. She clutched the box tighter. ' Oh please, not now...'

They stopped when they were right in front of her, and she started walking with them to the Great Hall. ' Good, they haven't noticed the box yet...'

"What's in the box 'Mione?" Ron asked suddenly, reaching for it. She slapped his hand, and he drew back. "What? I only wanted to know what was in it!" he said, rubbinng his hand.

Harry peered at the box curiously as well. "Yeah, Hermione what's in it?"

"Candy." she answered, saying the first thing that came to mind. "For, uh...Malfoy."

The boys stopped and looked at her demandingly. "And why," Ron said venomously "Are bringing candy to that Ferret?" Oh no. She shouldn't have said that.

Hermione laughed nervously. "Did I say candy? I meant, um...actually, yes candy. Cockroach Clusters. I'm going to leave them in his bed." She gave an almost real sounding laugh. "Isn't that a great idea? He'll be disgusted."

Both the boys chuckled. "Great prank." Harry commented, as they proceded walking. "C'mon let's go to breakfast, I'm starved."

She couldn't go to breakfast yet! "I'll meet you two there. I have to go back to my dorm. To do my hair."

Ron gave her a sideways glance. "Looks fine to me." He lifted a strand with his fingers.

"It's not. It's horrible. I have to go put it up. Right now. I'll see you later." With that, she ran off towards the Head dorm, not looking back at the confused boys.

"Is it just me, or is she acting weird?" Ron questioned Harry.

"Maybe it's a girl thing?" Harry suggested, shrugging. "Anyway, let's go. I wasn't kidding about being starved."

In less then a few minutes, the two had completely forgotten about Hermione and her strange box.

Thanks goodness for short attention span.

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Hermione was sitting in her bathroom on the counter, holding the box Malfoy was in. She was thinking about her close call just then, and how she would have to be a lot more careful.

Out of nowhere, a tiny voice murmured something. For a moment Hermione wondered if she was going crazy, until she remembered what was in the box. She opened the lid and Malfoy repeated what he had said. "Are they always so nosy? What's it to them if you have a box?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Malfoy, it's perfectly normal to carry around a wooden box at all times."

He covered his ears and gritted his teeth. "Bloody hell woman, not so loud. Your going to pop my eardrum." She then slammed the lid shut and slid the box dangerously close to the edge of the counter.

"I suggest you shut up Malfoy, you're under my control now." she warned, though she would never actually push it over the edge. "All it'll take is one little movement and...spalt, no more Malfoy." Then, just to scare him, Hermione tapped the box even closer. Right when it was about to fall, she picked up the whole thing, and could hear him screaming hysterically.

"Your really fun to toy with, Draco." Hermione said, opening the lid and looking down at him. He just glared and retorted, "Many people could make that sound very wrong, Granger."

She scowled. "Don't put words into my mouth. You know very well what I mean. Now behave, or I might 'accidentally' forget to feed you." She hopped off the counter, and went into her bedroom. "How will this work, anyway?" she asked herself aloud.

Then to him, she said. "Will you be okay in my pocket?" She was slightly worried that he would get banged around too much. Though she didn't especially care.

To this he replied. "I don't know. I've never been in your pocket before."

Hermione sighed. "Would you cut it out? I need to get you down to breakfast without killing you or carrying you in a box." She plucked him out of the box and placed him in her pocket carefully.

He started fussing immediately. "God Granger, what are your robes made out of? They're so rough. Mind are made of..."

"...the finest silk. I know. Heard it too many times Ferret. Now hold still, I'm going to try and walk." She strolled back and forth across her room a couple of times, before looking down at him and asking. "You okay?"

He seemed a little dizzy. "Can't you be a little more graceful? I kept hitting my head on your stupid leg."

"Well, I'm sorry about my 'stupid leg' but I kind of need it to walk." she snapped. This was going to take a bit longer than she thought.

What had Dumbledore been thinking, leaving this terror to her?

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