This chapter is from Draco's POV, just for a change. Please let me know what your thoughts are on this or any other chapters :)

The following morning when he arrived at work, Draco headed straight to Hermione's office. He had his usual coffee order in one hand, a large bag in the other and a mischievous smile on his face. He entered Hermione's office to find her desk chair vacant, her assistant quickly straightened herself up and smoothed down her hair before speaking.

"Good-morning bu-Mr Malfoy,Hermione isn't here, she went to speak with Mr Duggen. Can I take a message or anything?"

"Lucy, how many times do I have to ask you? Please don't call me Mr Malfoy, it makes me feel like I'm forty. It's Draco," he flashed her his most charming smile, making the young blonde-haired girl blush.

"Sorry, Draco. So, can I help?" she gazed at him, not realising she was dipping her quill into her teacup and not the ink pot next to it.

"No thanks. This is for Granger," he held up the bag in his hand, "if I leave it on her desk will you tell her it's from me please? It's a small thank you gift for coming with me to Diagon Alley yesterday."

"Absolutely."

"Thanks Lucy, I'll see you later," he said as he left the office.

He crossed paths with Hermione in the corridor; she was leaving Duggen's office as he was about to enter his which was just next door.

"Morning Granger," he said grinning, thinking of the bag that was waiting for her on her desk.

"Malfoy," she said suspiciously, "someone's in a good mood..."

"Why wouldn't I be? We've got that meeting with Albin Pilkvist today about Durmstrang. The fact that he's agreed to come here is an excellent sign he'll co-operate, I've got a good feeling about this."

"Speaking of feelings..."

Hermione's hands flew to her stomach just as Draco understood what she meant; another memory was about to draw them in. He felt the tugging in his own stomach and braced himself for whatever was about to materialise.

Draco looked around at where he and Hermione had been taken to this time. To his dismay, he realised that they were in a girls bathroom; this was obviously Hermione's memory and not one he was sure he wanted to see.

Thick black smoke was billowing out of one of the cubicles piquing his interest.

"Uh-oh," Granger was looking around the bathroom, a mix of realisation and shame on her face.

"What? What memory is this?" Draco asked her.

"Um, not one I'm particularly proud of. Just bear in mind this was only our second year of Hogwarts; I was young, okay?"

Draco walked slowly to the cubicle on the end. The grey door, barely attached to the hinges, was open. Twelve year old Hermione, recognisable by her huge curly hair, was kneeling on the floor with her back to where Draco was standing. He pulled his shirt over his mouth in an attempt to not inhale any of the smoke and looked over her shoulder.

A small cauldron sat in the toilet bowl, blue flames licking the edges. The contents were grey and lumpy; Draco immediately recognised them as Polyjuice potion. Why was Granger making it? More to the point, he wondered how she was making it at only twelve years old. Three glass tumblers were balanced on the side of the toilet seat, Draco had a good idea who the other two were for.

He walked back over to Hermione and looked at her, one eyebrow raised.

"Polyjuice potion?" he asked.

"Yes," she mumbled, not looking at him.

"Can I ask why? Or who you're planning on changing into?"

"No," she turned to face the door of the bathroom which had just opened, Ron and Harry entering, "you're about to find out anyway."

He watched as young Hermione came out of the cubicle, she was asking Potter and Weasley if they had gotten something. They held out their palms and showed her something that Draco couldn't see.

"Good," she told them. And I sneaked these spare robes out of the laundry. You'll need bigger sizes once you're Crabbe and Goyle."

Draco turned back to Hermione, who now had her face in her hands.

"Crabbe and Goyle?! Is there any particular reason Potter and Wealsey are turning into Crabbe and Goyle?"

Hermione shook her head quickly, Draco knew she wasn't going to give up any information easily. He walked back to the end cubicle, where the three were now standing. Hermione had given them each a glass filled with the foul-looking potion and she was dropping a long hair into her own glass.

"Eurgh-essence of Millicent Bulstrode," Ron said.

"Millicent Bulstrode?" Draco asked incredulously. "I remember her, she asked me to go to the Yule Ball with her," he shuddered at the thought.

"Should I even ask why...?" he said to Hermione, she shook her head.

He continued to watch the memory unfold as Harry and Ron dropped hairs in their glasses and the three retreated into a cubicle each. Several moments passed before Harry and Ron, or Crabbe and Goyle, exited the cubicles, watching each other in amazement. Goyle mentioned finding the Slytherin Common room and once again Draco's interest piqued. Why did they need to find his old common room and why wouldn't Granger tell him what was going on? He watched Harry and Ron intently

It was unsettling for Draco to see his former friends looking at one another in such an odd way, not to mention that they were quite clearly thinking. Crabbe said something along the same lines about seeing Goyle thinking and Draco chuckled. He was quite enjoying watching a memory that didn't make him uncomfortable. Though seeing Granger in that dressing gown had been hilarious.

A high pitched voice pulled Draco out of his thoughts about Hermione's legs. The voice came from the same cubicle Hermione went into but it sounded nothing at all like the rough tones of Millicent Bullstrode. Under the voices instructions, Harry and Ron left the bathroom without Hermione. Draco was more curious than ever.

"Why didn't you go?" He asked Hermione who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.

"Couldn't," she replied anxiously looking at the closed cubicle door that the younger version of herself was hiding behind.

"Fine, don't tell me," Draco said stubbornly. "I'll find out myself."

With that, he walked into the cubicle next to Hermione's and closed the lid. Praying that they were sturdier than they looked, he placed one foot on top of the toilet and was about to pull himself up when Hermione shouted from behind him.

"Malfoy! No! Please!"

He turned around and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Look, I'll tell you what you want to know just please don't look in there," she begged.

He stepped down and sat on the floor in front of the sinks. Hermione copied him and took a deep breath.

"So, you remember our second year, the Chamber of Secrets being opened and all the attacks?" Draco nodded, wondering where she was going with this. "Well, everyone thought Harry was the Heir of Slytherin but we knew he wasn't. We decided to find out who it was and we thought...well, we thought it was you..." she trailed off.

Draco laughed. "You thought I was the Heir of Slytherin? I was the one attacking all the muggle-borns? You do know the Heir of Slytherin opened it decades before we even started school?"

"I know that. We thought maybe your dad..."

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. So this was your plan then? To turn yourselves into some Slytherins and hope you could get a confession out of me?"

"Well, yes actually," Hermione replied.

"Brilliant," Draco laughed again. "Well, as crazy as your plan was, I have to say I'm impressed. Twelve years old and able to make Polyjuice, you really are smart Granger."

"Thanks. So, you're not annoyed?"

"I'm not thrilled that you thought that of me, but let's face it, I was a muggle-born hating prat back then. I would have suspected me too."

"Oh, because you're so different now," Hermione's time was skeptical.

"Yes, I am. I thought I had proved that to you."

"I'm not entirely convinced. People don't just change an opinion they've had since birth in a matter of five years for no reason," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"Who said there wasn't a reason?" Draco responded, getting up from the floor and walking to the sink. He stared into the cracked mirror and wished he hadn't started the conversation.

"If there's some big reason then what is it?" Hermione asked the last question Draco wanted to hear.

"It doesn't matter. Just drop it, Granger. Okay?" his voice no longer had a hint of humour in it, now it was cold and unfriendly.

Sensing his tone, Hermione said no more but a few minutes later she let out a gasp which made Draco turn back to face her. The thing that made her gasp was evident; Moaning Myrtle was hovering over the toilet cubicle young Hermione was still locked in.

"Ooooh what happened to you?" Myrtle squeaked with delight. "Your little potion go all wrong did it?"

Sobs could now be heard from the cubicle, this made Myrtle even happier.

"Nice tail!" she shrieked.

"Tail?" Draco asked and ignoring his earlier deal with Hermione, he leapt on to the toilet seat and peered over the top of the dividing wall.

"You're a cat? Of course! Bullstrode had a cat! Horrible thing it was too! Hah!"

He jumped down from the toilet seat and doubled over with laughter. When Myrtle began floating around the bathroom meowing, Draco could barely breathe.

"All right," Hermione said loudly, "very funny. Yes, I was turned into a cat. I ended up having to go to the hospital wing you know!"

Draco wiped the tears from his eyes. "Sorry Granger, but even you have to admit that's funny. Serves you right for accusing me of something I didn't do! Heir of Slytherin indeed. The only Heir around here is the stuff on your face!"

Even Hermione let out a small laugh at Draco's bad joke. The more he laughed at himself, the more Hermione laughed too and eventually the pair were both clutching their ribs which now ached. They were both so busy laughing that neither of them noticed the scene around them dissolving and that they were once again standing in the corridor outside of Draco's office.

"Granger! Malfoy!" a voice barked.

They both stopped laughing abruptly and realised where they were. Duggen's head was peering out of the door.

"I'm thrilled you two are getting along but can you please keep the noise down and go get some work done?"

Hermione nodded and returned to her office without a word, Draco entered his own and sat down at his desk, still chuckling.

Not five minutes had passed since he had sat down when an inter-departmental memo whizzed through his door. He opened it up and read the short note inside.

Malfoy,

Thanks for the new dressing gown. Your sense of humour has no end.

Hermione.

He folded the parchment and put it in his drawer, laughing again at his own jokes.