In the nursery, covered with little moving snitch wallpaper, little Harry, little Hermione's, little Ron, all sat, playing with toys.
Little Harry pushed his glasses up, and spoke with a lisp, "how come Hermione, how come, you gots the pwretty red blockths and I got the thupid gween oneths? And howcomth Ron doesn't have glasses like me? Andth why does Ron gets to colour in?"
Little Hermione rolled her eyes, and crossed her chubby arms, "why do you always have to ask me your stupid questions! I have the red blocks because I'm more specialler than you! And Ron doesn't have glasses because he's more specialler than you!" And with that Hermione kicked her pretty red blocks, and walked over the play dough table where Draco was making a unicorn.
Little Harry's shoulders slumped; his mouth turned into a little pout, and his lips trembling. His big emerald eyes started to fill up with tears. His voice shaky, and upset, "all I wanted was to know why you have pwretty blocks…" Harry sniffed and made little whining noises, then burst out crying.
Little Ron stopped playing with toy broom, and put his finger to his lips and whispered (but little Ron could never control his saliva, so he tended to spit a lot), "You shouldn't cry, only babies cry. We're older now! 3 is a big boys age, my mummy said so. It's also when you're supposed to start wee-weeing in da toilet!"
Little Harry stopped immediately, and sniffed. He wiped his nose with his sleeve and also wiped the spit (from Ron) off his face and nodded. So he went to building buildings again. "Your right! And Hermy is just a big meanie-poo!"
[On the other side of the room]
"YOUR NOT DOING IT RIGHT!" Little Draco yelled. As he tried to show Hermione how to use the magic play-dough.
"NO! YOU'RE NOT DOING IT RIGHT!" Little Hermione screamed back. And she threw a big piece of purple play-dough at little Draco's head.
"OWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!" shrieked little Draco, "I'm dobbing on you! I'm going to tell my dad, and he's going to, going to…hang you on a clothes hook and never let you down!" Sulked Draco, rubbing his head
Little Hermione stuck her tongue out and screwed up her face. Then Little Draco slammed some blue play-dough in her mouth.
"EWWW! Yuk!" Little Hermione spat, "I'm gonna get you! You stupid bum!"
And little Hermione chased little Draco all around the nursery, past Little Harry sucking his thumb, past Little Ronnickens building some sort of…thing… past little Lavender and Little Parvati playing with each others hair and past little Pansy trying to rig her skirt up.
"ARRRGHHH HELP! A crazy lunatic is trying to kill me!" little Draco bawled, as he screamed in high pitch intervals.
All little Hermione did was bare her perfectly straight teeth, hollering, "I'm gonna get you! I'm gonna get you!"
As the caretaker walked in, she rolled her eyes, and muttered, "This is the start of a wonderful friendship!"