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Throughout the night, Draco and Hermione slept soundlessly side by side. The only sound in their bedroom was the irritated squeaking of Hermione's frustrated little sack doll.

As they slept, Draco and Hermione faced each other.

Draco's blonde hair was tragically too short for Hermione's little doll to use as a blanket if she lay behind his head. Hermione's close proximity to Draco made lying in front of him impossible for her little doll.

The tiny sack doll desperately wanted to have Draco's pale blonde hair draped over her…..and knowing that wasn't going to happen because Hermione was in the way greatly vexed the little doll.

Unable to rest without being comfortably close to her darling Draco, the little doll spent the night tugging on Hermione's thick, brown hair. When that didn't prove successful, the little doll harmlessly kicked her larger counterpart with her little footless legs in a vain attempt to roll Hermione away from Draco.

Close to dawn, Draco finally turned onto his back.

Exhausted and defeated, the little doll wearily toddled over and flopped down right across his closed eyes with a sigh.

Draco was so deeply asleep he didn't even notice at first.

When Hermione woke a half an hour later though, she certainly noticed.

Hermione silently observed her little doll lying possessively on her husband.

The sight made her grit her teeth in frustration.

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Scorpius and Draco nearly got into an argument over who was keeping the little sack doll for the day.

The following morning, the same thing happened.

Father and son eventually worked out a system that alternated custody of the doll.

One day, the little sack doll went to work with Draco.

The next day, she stayed behind at Malfoy manor to play with Scorpius.

………..and Hermione.

The little sack doll was such an adorable novelty, so cute and charming, that Hermione began to feel ignored by her husband and son.

After a couple of weeks living with the doll, the family had yet to discover the circumstances of her mysterious appearance. Hermione was slowly coming to grips with the fact that her little doll was going to be with them for apparently, an indeterminable amount of time.

Draco and Scorpius were thrilled, but Hermione was seeking a way to reclaim her family.

Always eager to learn, Hermione had scoured book after book looking for a solution, but so far, she had found none.

Hermione's sack doll was a bizarre curiosity, even in the wizarding world.

Draco saw the little doll as an amazing addition to the Malfoy family. Draco was so completely smitten by her chubby cheeks and large, brown eyes that he doted on her.

Scorpius was innocently happy to have a friend even smaller than himself.

Hermione found the little sack doll to be nothing more than a hindrance.

When Hermione kissed Draco, the doll scowled at her.

When Hermione hugged Draco, the doll glared at her.

There had been no intimacy between Hermione and Draco since the doll's arrival and that was wearing on the Gryffindor. Draco brushed the incidences of the doll's interruptions off as easily as he had when Scorpius cried as a baby and ruined their private moments, but Hermione was not as forgiving of her envious miniature.

Running out of ideas, Hermione decided that her odd situation may take an odd sort of person to suggest a proper solution.

One sunny morning, Hermione contacted an old friend and happily accepted an invitation to tea.

The brown-haired Gryffindor packed up her son and her little doll. Quickly after, she apparated all of them to a fairytale-looking cottage on the outskirts of a distant forest.

Hermione carried her doll in a basket and Scorpius in her arms as she walked up the steps to knock on the round, wooden door.

A moment later, the door swung open and a blue-eyed, blonde-haired Ravenclaw smiled in surprise as she greeted her guests, "Hermione! Hello! It's so good to see you again! Scorpius, look how big you've gotten!"

Scorpius blinked and put his little hand up to his mouth shyly as Hermione smiled in response, "Hello, Luna. It's good to see you again too."

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Luna Longbottom kindly swept Hermione and her son inside the humble cottage. She then served Hermione and herself some warm tea while Scorpius played with one of his toys that Hermione had brought along.

The basket that held the sack doll sat on the table between the two women as they chatted.

"Sorry I haven't been in contact much." Luna said in her dreamy voice, "Neville's been busy with work so I've had to fight the goblins on my own."

"The goblins?" Hermione asked.

"You know, the ones that only come at sunrise." Luna said very matter-of-factly.

"...Right." Hermione nodded politely.

"So what's the matter?" Luna asked, "You said something's wrong, Hermione? I'd be happy to help."

Hermione smiled kindly at Luna and took a breath as she startled to explain, "Years ago….during the battle…..I was struck by a curse and…..apparently….I fell apart...in a way? I'm not sure how or why but one of those parts of me has come back. It's trying to steal my husband! It's trying to steal my life! I don't know what to do to…..o-or….how to stop it!"

Hermione ended her story with a noise that was somewhere between a laugh and a gasp.

How ridiculous her rambling thoughts sounded!

Luna must have thought she had lost her mind!

However, when Hermione glanced over at Luna, the spacey Ravenclaw nodded in deep understanding.

"You don't think I'm mad?" Hermione asked Luna as she furrowed her brow.

"Of course not." Luna replied, "Why would I think you're mad?"

Hermione thought she had prepared Luna as best she could. She reached over and unfastened the basket.

A second later, Hermione's little sack doll poked her round head out and blinked her large, brown eyes around curiously at her new, unfamiliar environment.

Luna squeaked and clasped a ring-covered hand over her mouth in delight.

The doll noticed Luna and gave her a soft smile, recognizing Hermione's positive feelings towards her.

"Oh my goodness!" Luna exclaimed. She reached out and gently picked the doll up into her hand, "What a precious little thing she is, Hermione! Look at her! She's so small and cute!"

Very gently, Luna poked the little sack doll's round tummy and the doll chirped, rubbing her belly with her handless little arms.

Luna didn't notice the grimace on Hermione's face.

Of course.

Of course!

Everyone liked the doll better than they liked Hermione!

Her husband, her son, now her friend…...

Hermione's grimace relaxed.

Hmm.

Her friend~.

Her lovely, whimsically-minded friend who enjoyed oddities and unbelievable things…..

A sly smirk curled at Hermione's lips.

What a wonderful, wonderful plan!

She could just leave the doll with Luna!

Luna would give the doll a good home.

Then Hermione would-

"Can you keep her, Luna?" Hermione blurted out.

Luna and the doll both looked over at Hermione.

The doll's eyes widened in horror at the thought of being permanently separated from Draco and Scorpius but Luna just laughed as she replied, "Hermione, I'm sorry, but no. I can't do that! This little one is a living piece of you! I can't hold it hostage! Have you considered the implications of what could happen if harm befell it?"

"I trust you, Luna. I know you'd take good care of her." Hermione nodded.

"That's very kind of you, Hermione, but that doesn't change the fact that she belongs with you and your family." Luna said, "What if she was overcome by a broken heart and you lost a piece of yourself forever?"

"I don't feel any different since her arrival." Hermione scoffed.

"Perhaps you never will…..unless she ceases to exist." Luna said very seriously.

The conviction with which Luna spoke unnerved Hermione. She looked at her little sack doll and as the little sack doll blinked back at her with a childlike innocence.

Hermione suddenly felt overwhelmed with guilt.

"I'm not trying to hurt her, Luna." Hermione admitted with a sigh, "But she hates me and she won't leave Draco alone. I have to find a solution….some solution…..there must be a way!"

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you." Luna said as she leaned over the table and placed the little doll on Hermione's arm.

The little doll frowned up at Hermione, causing Hermione to frown back at her in response.

"She's most likely jealous of your relationship with Draco." Luna hypothesized, "Perhaps that's what she is."

"What?" Hermione asked, looking up at her friend.

"Your love for Draco." Luna shrugged.

Hermione stared down at the doll.

The more she thought about it, the more Luna's deceptively wise words made sense.

"But….." Hermione began, "I….I don't know what to do with her. I can't just let her drive a wedge between me and my husband. That's not right and that's not fair! She needs to go back to wherever she came from!"

"But where? When? That may take time to find out…..." Luna said distantly while she sipped her tea, clearly deep in thought.

"Then what am I to do with her until then?!" Hermione asked in exasperation.

"I've studied a lot of my mum and dad's old books." Luna said, sitting her tea cup down on the table, "You know, the books with the sort of strange things that most people consider useless but my parents felt were valuable."

Hermione paused, waiting for Luna to continue.

Luna shrugged and went on, "Draco has his little piece of you. Don't you think it would be fitting for you to have a little piece of him?"

The doll blinked in apprehension.

Hermione watched as her sack doll shifted on her small, footless legs, brushing her handless, minuscule arms against her lavish dress in anticipation.

"Luna….?" Hermione asked with an amused smile, "...What are you talking about?"