A/N:
Something dreadfully horrible happens… Voldemort escapes from his glass jar!
What kind of havoc will he wreak? Oh, it's much worse than… well anything
really!!
Hermione's
POV
Hermione was just rousing, when what felt
like a very tiny fist, hit her in the nose! She cracked open her eyes and--
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" She
screamed. The miniature Lord Voldemort was standing on her chest! He started
making a lot of squeaking noises. Now she regretted Dubledore giving her her
own private bedroom. Nobody could hear her scream now…
"P-please be q-quiet, I-I mean you n-no
harm!" Hermione stuttered. She grabbed her wand off her bedside table and
whispered "Sonorus!" to make his voice louder.
"I am Lord Voldemort, feel my wrath!" the
little thing screeched, and started attacking her hand.
"Ouch! You little --" She then smacked him
right on the head with her hand. He got a rather bemused expression on his
face, staggered around and fell on her stomach. He appeared to all pretensions,
dead. Then he sat up.
"I am Lord Voldemort, feel my wrath!" He
screamed again and started attacking her hand.
"Grr…" Hermione growled. She grabbed her wand
again and shouted "Stupefy!" But the little bugger, being so small, dodged it,
and it hit her instead.
3
hours later
Hermione
was standing, but could not move otherwise. She looked at Voldemort. He was--
at eye level with her?
"What the--" Hermiones' thoughts were
cut off by what Voldemort said.
Ha ha! You are my size now, Hermione!" He
told her. Apparently he had taken her wand and shrunk her too. The little git--
"Why did you shrink me?" Hermione asked. She
had somehow uncovered hidden bravery. "When will I be able to move again?" She
asked.
"Now, now, now, you don't want to feel my
wrath again do you?" He asked.
"How did you get out of you jar?" She was
asking another question.
"I got out through one of the holes. It took
me hours to make it big enough for me to slip through" He said simply.
"Mortow Otiseloco!" He said. She could now
move freely again. She made a grab for her wand.
"Ah, ah ah! I'll give it to you in a minute!"
Voldemort drawled. Then after about ten minutes he handed her her wand.
"Thank you. Can I go out and explore?" She
was trying to be friendly.
"I suppose… Be back here at midnight" He
said. Hermione wondered why he was being so nice.
"NO WAND" he said. Drat… Now she couldn't at
least make her voice louder. And- Oh no… all she was wearing was her black lacy
nightgown that barely reached her knees. She was going to have to climb up and
down steps…
"Go, now, before I change my mind!" Voldemort
shouted. He had the wand, so Hermione did as she was told. She took a big
breath, and jumped off her bed. She landed flat on the floor.
"Ow…" She moaned. She had forgotten that she
had wood flooring… Thank God that she had laid down carpet where she landed
though. It broke her fall, but she still hurt. Next time she would crawl
down. She broke into a painful run towards her bedroom door. She was just small
enough to slip under it. She looked around. Everything was HUGE. Well, it sort
of had to be, because she was only 5 inches tall now. She looked down at he
watch. It was half past eight. All the students would be rushing out at any
time…
There was a great rumbling noise.
"Oh no" She thought. If being slammed into
a wall in front of 2 boys was bad, then this was a hundred times worse…
Hermione
didn't know how she survived all the Gryffindors stampeding towards her. She
was large enough to be noticed, but her voice was still tiny, so nobody really
noticed their 5 inches-in-height house mate. She ran as fast as she could after
everybody had left towards the portrait hole. She threw herself up against it,
and it cracked open enough to let her out. She jumped out of the hole, and
smashed into the ground again. Luckily enough, nothing was broken.
"SOMEBODY HELP!" She screamed, but it only
came out in a large squeak. At this rate, people would think that there was a
mouse in the castle. She got an idea.
"I'll run to the great hall, and see
Dumbledore!"She thought. Maybe he could make her voice louder, maybe even enlarge
herself… But then, Voldemort did like to use irreversible spells… She
started running yet again down the hall. Then she hit one of the rickety stair
cases. She crawled down, step, by step, and then-
"Oh no!" She said. The missing step was right
in front of her. Maybe she could jump it? Well, she could try. She took 3 or 4
steps backward, and ran at the missing step. Right at the edge she leapt
forward. She felt rather like she was flying. The next stair was coming toward
her, she reached out her hand, and- missed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" She
screamed. She had fallen through the missing step… Where would she go? Would
she die when she landed? Hermione felt like Alice in Wonderland, as she fell
through the velvety blackness. Then she landed on something soft, and did a
belly flop. She looked down… It was a mattress… With black sheets sheets. How
did a mattress get down here? Where was she anyways? She looked beside her. It
was- Draco? Yes, it was Draco, she recognized the blonde hair.
"This must be the Slytherin sleeping
quarters!" She thought. If Draco had been intimidating at her regular
height, it was nothing compared to what he was now. That, and he wasn't like
Harry- He was about 6 feet tall! She crawled over his back, and stood in front
of his face.
"Why isn't he up?" She usually saw him
at the Great Hall in time for breakfast. Maybe he had been up late.
Draco's
POV
He felt like somebody was watching him. But
that was absurd. He had made his father ask Dumbledore for his own private room
the previous year, so nobody could be looking at him- unless Pansy had snuck in
here again. He opened his eyes.
"H-Hermione?" He said. He just had to be
dreaming, he just had to be. He rubbed his eyes. Yet again he saw a 5 inch tall
Hermione Granger. She squeaked.
"Hold- hold on, I'll…er make your voice
louder" He said. "Sonorus!"
"Thank you" She said.
"Hey, nice lingerie" He grinned. She scowled
at him.
"It isn't funny!" She shouted. "Do you know
how scary you look?" She asked.
"Hey, look, I haven't had a chance to get in
the shower this morning-" He smiled at her unmistakable frown.
"You know what I mean! You are 6 feet high!
I'm only 5 inches tall!" She was still frowning. "You could very well squish me
like a bug!"
He decided to turn the conversation.
"How did you get that small anyway?" He
asked. A small spasm crossed her face.
"Voldemort escaped from his jar! He came into
my private room, and started attacking my hand, and when I tried to stun him,
he dodged it, and it hit me instead. When I finally came to, I was his height,
and I don't know how he did it" She said all of this in one breath. Poor thing,
she must be really scared.
"How about I carry you around till I find
Dumbledore?" He suggested. He kind of missed kissing her, and he didn't think
that he really could when she was that small. Instead, she reached up to him
face and gave him a small peck on the lips.
"Thank you. Can we go now? I really hate
being this small" She said.
"Well, do you mind if I take my shower?" He
asked. He was trying to be nice.
"I suppose" She sat down on his bed. "You
don't have any owls, or cats or anything in here do you?" She looked nervously
over her shoulder.
"No. All I have is an owl, and he stays in
the owlery. You can just sit here on my bed, and well… do whatever you want" He
felt bad for her. It must really suck to be that small. He stepped out of bed.
All he was wearing was boxers.
"DRACO!" Hermione screamed, and covered her
eyes. He quickly pulled on his black bathrobe.
"Ok, better, Miss Frightened-over-nothing?"
He smiled at her. She had probably never even seen boys' boxers.
"Yes" She was red in the face, Draco could
see it even from where he was standing.
"Well, I'm off to my shower"
Hermione's
POV
She took a look around his room. It was
pretty, well to say the least, strange. His had black sheets, and
bedspread, he had a black ornate dresser that looked like it was older than
Dumbledore. His walls were white, which contrasted very well with his black
bedspread. And he had decorated his walls with a strange assortment of items.
One one wall there was a huge hand painted silver snake, that represented
Slytherin. That took up the entire wall. Another wall seemed to be dedicated to
his family. Cruel as he was-or used to be- he still seemed to miss his family.
There was a picture of himself on what appeared to be his 3d birthday, and he
was grinning at the camera holding a toy broomstick. The strange thing was,
only half of these pictures were moving. That was odd, they were a
pureblood family (With lot's of gold, mind you) and some of these had been
taken with muggle cameras. Oh well, moving on, the next wall was adorned with-
herself? Yes, there were hundreds of pictures of her on this wall. This
particular wall was on his right, in the direction he had been sleeping.
Perhaps this had been what he had stayed up late for last night. Most of these
pictures are ones that had been taken of her, Harry, and Ron. Then there were
some that she couldn't ever even remember posing for. She would question Draco about
this later. On the last wall there were drawings. Very good drawings at that.
Hermione never knew that Draco was an artist. But then again, she never really
did know much about him, because he had always kept to himself, and his
cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. There was a drawing of a dragon, a black unicorn, 3
fairies sitting on a leaf, and a hippogriff. She stared at the picture of the
fairies. The one in the middle looked distinctly like her. And there was
another picture. Draco had obviously drawn it last night too. It was of her,
when she was at the Yule Ball. It was almost like looking at a photograph, it
was drawn so well. She stared at this particular picture until he got out of
the shower.
"So, Hermione, what did you do wile I took my
shower?" Draco, she could tell, was trying to be light in conversation.
"Just looked around" She was also being light,
but there was a slight stiffness in her voice.
"How are you going to take me to Dumbledore?
You can't possibly keep me in your pocket. Maybe you could explain to Harry,
and let me eat at the Gryffindor table" She was really hungry, because
she had barely gotten to touch last nights' dinner.
"Sounds fine to me" He had now reached to
point where he was agreeing with everything Hermione said.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" She couldn't hold
it in anymore. He looked nothing short of astounded.
"What? I just want to agree with you, so you
can be happy!" he said.
"Well have a mind of your own!" Snarled
Hermione. Being 5 inches tall can really get to you.
"Alright! Fine, I'll just have a mind of my own,
and leave you in here!" He said. He turned on his heel and stepped out the
door.
"Oh no" Hermione began to cry.
"Why do I always screw up?" She asked herself
aloud. She heard the door open. She tried to recompose herself as much as she
could. She had her back on him.
"What do you want?" She asked. Her own voice
shook.
"Drakie-poo? Hey! Well, if it isn't a 5 inch
tall Mudblood! I'd know that bush any day!" Said a high pitched voice that she
did not want to recognize. It was Pansy Parkinson.
"Well, well, well. I heard this awful rumor
that you kissed Drakie. Am I right?" She was using a strange combination
of sourness, and satisfaction in her voice. It was a bad combination.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I did!" Hermione
stood up, trying at a small attempt to make herself seem taller.
"Oh" She said in her horrid voice. "Do you know
what I do to girls who kiss Drakie?" She asked. Hermione stood her ground.
"I can't believe he left me! He probably
sent her in here!" Hermione was furious with Draco now.
"Just what do you do?" Hermione cocked
her eyebrow at her.
"I hurt them" There was a rather evil glint in
her eye that Hermione had never seen before. Pansy picked Hermione up.
"HELP!" Hermione screamed at her loudest—which
was now quite loud, as her voice had magically been magnified. Pansy lay
Hermione, who was now stiff with fear, in the center of her palm, raised her
hand and—nothing. She opened her eyes. WHAM! Pansy slammed her hand down on top
of her.
Midnight
Hermione wearily staggered into her private
room. She had just spent the entire day with Pansy and her friends, Millicent Bullstrode,
and Blaise Zabini. She had been hit, punched, cursed, and locked in her foul
smelling purse. They had also taken off the Sonorus Charm, so all she could do
now was squeak (Well to her it was talking, but to everyone else it was a
squeak) She climbed on top of her bed, and found—Draco? He was just sitting
there.
"DRACO!" She screamed as loudly as she could.
He looked over at her.
"Hermione! I'm so glad that you're okay!" He
said. "Sonorus!"
"What happened to you?" He asked.
"Pansy" The word was simple enough, but the day
had been the worst of her life. He got a hardened look on his face.
"Pansy" He muttered darkly.
Draco's
POV
He
had been sitting on Hermione's bed so that maybe, she would come back and find
him, so he could tell her that he had just stepped out of his room for a bit of
fresh air (He hated being yelled at, and he found that fresh air settled him)
and when he came back he would say sorry. But she wasn't there. He had been
sitting here in her bedroom all day. He even skipped class to just sit in here
and wait for her. She had a very well kept room. It was decorated with lavender
bedspread, with white walls. On the walls were pictures of Hermione and Harry
and Ron, pictures of what was unmistakably her parents. Her mother had the same
bushy hair, and her father had rather large front teeth. Hermione suddenly
burst in. She squeaked loudly.
"Hermione! I'm so glad your okay!" he told her.
Then he performed the Sonorus Charm to enhance the volume of her voice.
"What happened to you?" He asked.
"Pansy" She said it very darkly.
"Pansy" He muttered, also darkly.
"I am Lord Voldemort feel my wrath!" Screamed
an all too familiar voice.
"Stupefy! Stupefy!" He had just stunned them.
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