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"Scorpius, what is that thing?!" Hermione demanded as she lifted her wailing son into her arms.

The distraught little boy sobbed desperately against Hermione. His pale face was blood red from exertion as he reached towards the bookcase and tried to make his mother understand, "Doll, Mummy! Doll!"

Hermione's tiny sack doll was startled and disoriented. She kept failing to discover a place that offered her a complete escape. In her hasty search though, she ran through Draco's bookshelf, knocking volumes and objects over and off as she went.

To stop the destruction, Hermione took out her wand, intent on stunning the manor's minuscule intruder, but Scorpius was flailing so wildly in her arms that she was worried about hurting him accidentally.

"I'm calling your father!" Hermione shouted at Scorpius. The youngest Malfoy was nearly hysterical about the loss of his friend, the sound of tumbling books and breaking glass…...and the upset tone in his mother's voice.

Dialing out on the wireless muggle phone that Hermione had convinced Draco to install, she waited impatiently for her husband to pick up.

Ring, ring.

Ring, ring.

"Hello?" Draco's smooth voice answered hurriedly.

The first thing he heard was Scorpius screaming, "WWWWWWAAAAAAA!"

"You need to come home from the office!" Hermione shouted into the receiver.

She could practically hear Draco narrowing his eyes…...

"What on earth's going on?!" Draco asked in concern.

"The gardeners said they saw pixies outside last week, remember?!" Hermione asked frantically, "One of them has gotten into the house! Scorpius was playing with it…….I can't stupefy a pixie and calm him down at the same time!"

"H-How did a pixie get in the house?!?!" Draco gasped in disbelief.

"I don't know, Draco! Just come home! Immediately!" Hermione commanded. She heard Draco snarl in irritation right before he hung up.

A moment later, with a loud pop, Draco apparated into his study.

With a scowl, Draco quickly glanced around the room.

He saw Hermione bouncing a very unhappy, crying Scorpius and he couldn't but notice that the contents of one of his bookshelves lay in shambles.

"It's over there?" Draco asked Hermione as he pointed towards the bookshelf.

"Yes! It's over there, hiding!" Hermione cried, kissing Scorpius's head as he whined and sniffled out, "Daddy!...No!"

Draco narrowed his eyes and drew his wand as he ignored Scorpius and cautiously approached the bookcase.

Pixies weren't usually dangerous but they were mischievous.

"Don't hurt it!" Hermione implored her husband.

"I'm not going to hurt it, Granger!" Draco snapped, "But I need to make this quick! I have to get back to work!"

Draco was preparing to use a stunning curse when he peered between two fallen books that leaned against each other.

His grey eyes widened at what he saw.

There sat Hermione's little sack doll.

He hadn't seen her in years, not since…….not since his little lady had become his full-sized lay.

Draco noticed that the little doll was still wearing that same, elegant dress he had previously bought for her.

His heart filled with dismay as he saw that she was very, very frightened.

Sitting down between the leaning books on her plump little bottom, the tiny sack doll sniffled as heavy, fat tears of despair fell from her large, brown eyes.

"Well, hello, little one!" Draco fondly greeted his small lady. He was so happy to see the sack doll that his cold, sharp voice rang with an uncharacteristic warm cheerfulness.

The little sack doll recognized the sound instantly and her eyes snapped up. As soon as she realized that Draco was in front of her, the little doll leapt to her tiny, footless legs and scurried straight towards him with a happy smile.

Hermione looked on suspiciously, but as Scorpius watched his new friend run towards his father, he reached his short, chubby arms out.

Draco's doll?

No, she was Scorpius's doll, the smallest Malfoy had already decided that.

"What are you doing, Draco?!" Hermione snapped as she watched her husband open his hand on the bookshelf. The little doll gladly hopped right into his open palm and hugged on tightly to one of his fingers, sighing in relief at the comfort of being reunited with her dear Draco.

"This isn't a pixie, Granger." Draco said with a chuckle as he carried the little doll back over to his family.

"Then what is that thing?!" Hermione demanded.

"It's you." Draco said with a smug smirk.

From his hand, the little sack doll blinked at Hermione and Hermione blinked back.

"That thing is not me! How dare you say something so ridiculous! Have you hit your head?" Hermione scoffed.

Scorpius was so desperate to get back to the doll that he scooted and thrashed and writhed until he succeeded in getting his mother to drop him to the floor on his unsteady, toddler feet.

As Scorpius came clomping clumsily over to him, Draco knelt down in front of his son. He kept his palm open, but his fingers curled closed, wanting to make sure that his little boy wasn't going to be too rough with his small lady.

Scorpius behaved more like his mother than his father. Even though Scorpius was a sweet child, Draco wasn't taking any chances with his little lady's safety.

"When you got hit by that curse, on the last day of the war," Draco explained, while he watched the wonder in Scorpius's grey eyes as he peered at the little doll protectively cradled in his father's hand, "This…..thing…….appeared. It's a piece of you. Weasley and Potter said you were doing poorly and then, eventually, you broke apart into dozens of these…...miniatures. They collected them all…..I returned this one, and then you were alright, for whatever reason."

"You expect me to believe that?!" Hermione laughed.

"I don't care if you believe it or not, darling…..it's what happened. If you're unconvinced, go ask Potter and Weasley about it, they were there too." Draco shrugged.

"So that creature is...me?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"It's a piece of you." Draco reiterated, "At least, that's what Snape and McGonagall told me. This one and I had a lot of fun together. Those were a nice few—"

Draco stopped talking when he realized he had said too much.

"...'A lot of fun together'?" Hermione echoed angrily as she crossed her arms, "So you knew I was ill and you purposely kept me seperated from myself?! Why? Were you trying to kill me?!"

"No." Draco replied quickly, "No! I just wanted to be with you, Granger! And I was…...sort of. It was lovely…..I thought you hated me at the time! I thought this….miniature...here….was my only chance!"

The little sack doll was attached to Draco, but since Scorpius was his child, she took a liking to him too. Tired of waiting on Draco's conversation with Hermione to end, the little sack doll poked her chubby, round face between Draco's fingers and smiled happily at Scorpius.

Scorpius raised a hand towards the doll but Draco dropped his argument with Hermione to look at his son and caution him, "Be careful, Scorp. She's little like you, so you need to be really gentle, alright?"

Scorpius blinked at his father and very, very, very carefully, he used one of his own tiny fingers to gently pet the sack doll on her head of tangled, brown curls.

"Welly gentle, Daddy." Scorpius confirmed very seriously to Draco as he cautiously pulled his hand back so he wouldn't startle the doll.

"That's a good lad, Scorp." Draco replied, smiling proudly at his son.

Hermione was not quite as touched by the scene.

"Alright…..fine….then what is….my miniature….doing here now? I thought you said it disappeared." She huffed at her husband.

"She did….they all did." Draco said, "I haven't the slightest idea how she came back, or why. Where'd you find her?"

"I didn't find anything, I came in here and Scorpius was playing with her." Hermione sighed.

"Well, she's here now." Draco shrugged.

Scorpius yawned and rubbed his little eyes.

When Hermione saw his sleepy behavior, she picked him up and let him lay his sweet little blonde head on her shoulder.

"I think it's time for someone's nap." Hermione said, soothingly rubbing Scorpius's small back as his eyelids began to flutter.

"You take that one to bed, I'll take this one to work." Draco said, nodding at first towards Scorpius then down into his hands at the doll.

Draco apparated away to finish his business dealings for the afternoon.

Hermione frowned after he was gone.

She didn't care what that…..miniature….was or why it was there, all Hermione knew was that she hoped she didn't have to see that little piece of herself again.

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That was a hope of Hermione Malfoy's that didn't come to pass.

Draco returned home later that day with the little doll proudly in tow. He and Scorpius loved her and they both spent the entire evening playing with the doll, but Hermione just sat in the background with a scowl on her face.

Every time she looked at her little doll, her doll frowned in response.

Every time Hermione reached out to touch her doll, her doll ran away.

That evening, when Hermione stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in her towel and sought Draco, she became even more irritated.

Hermione had taken Draco's face into her hands and started to kiss him deeply, but when she tried to go farther, to her disappointment, her handsome husband pulled back and looked at her in horror as he gasped, "Granger! Not in front of her! What are you doing?!"

Hermione furrowed her brow at Draco. She looked past him and over towards the bed.

Standing there on the covers, watching them closely, the little sack doll blinked at them both with a pout.

"What is that thing doing in here?!" Hermione demanded.

"Where else is she supposed to go?" Draco asked, "She's so small she could easily be hurt, I have to keep an eye on her."

"So, that's it then?! You can't put her in Scorpius's room for an hour or two?!" Hermione asked in exasperation.

Hermione had been waiting all day to catch Draco when she was coming out of the shower, but now, thanks to that little cretin…..

"Scorp flips and flops in his sleep, you know that. He'll roll over and crush her. It's much better if she stays with us." Draco reasoned.

"For how long, Draco?!" Hermione asked as Draco grabbed a towel and walked towards the bathroom.

"However long it takes, love." Draco replied.

Hermione's little doll innocently looked back and forth between both of them until Draco closed the bathroom door.

With an irritated sigh, Hermione dropped her towel. Her little sack doll blushed as she looked at the nude, complete version of herself.

Glancing down, the doll noticed that besides size, there were some very key differences in how she and her whole counterpart were made.

The sack doll blinked as Hermione pulled on her elegant, green lace nightgown and began to brush her thick, brown hair.

The little sack doll lifted her handless arms up to touch her own frizzy, brown curls. As she did, desire was born deep in her tiny heart.

The doll sensed the deep bond that Hermione had developed with Draco through their love story of marriage and parenthood.

Draco…...the doll realized she would never have Draco as completely as her entire self had.

Oppositely, while the sack doll blinked at Hermione, Hermione threw her little doll a glare.

This small fragment of herself seemed to have garnered so much of Draco's pure, unbridled affection that it was maddening to Hermione.

Hermione stopped brushing her hair and stared at her little sack doll.

The little sack doll stared back.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the doll.

The sack doll narrowed her large, brown eyes at Hermione.

While they should have been two parts of a whole, Hermione and her little sack doll unfortunately recognized each other as rivals, not friends.