Chapter 2

"KITTY!" she screeched. She jumped up and began to chase after it. She was a little wobbly at first but eventually get it. She giggled like mad as the cat ran from her and the rain. Hermione watched it dodge between an iron fence and it stopped a few feet away looking at her.

Hermione tried to reach it but couldn't and started crying. She sat on the wet ground for a second and leaned against the fence. The gate slowly creaked open. She leaned up surprised; she slowly stood up and giggled.

"Kitty?" She slowly walked up to the small cat and picked it up in her arms. It was shivering and Hermione gave it a huge kiss on its head.

Hermione was walking around with the cat in her arms for a little while until she saw a light on in front of a door. She waddled to it and saw several shiny things. Rails, trim on the door, and a silver button placed in the center of the black walls. She stood on her tiptoes and with difficulty (holding the kitten) she pressed the button. A loud gong was heard and Hermione gave a high pitch squeal. The door opened and she looked up into the eyes of a very confused blonde.

She pushed the cat up and looked around to the boy.

"Kitty!"

Draco pulled the heavy door open and his jaw dropped. There standing a few feet in front of him was a soaking wet girl. She shoved a white cat into his face and shouted something then giggled madly. He just stared at the angry looking cat. The girl didn't let it down so he took it from her arms. The cat thrashed around and caused him to drop it. It scampered away into his house.

"Kitty?" she said devastated. He finally looked at the girl and his was twice as astonished as when she first arrived.

"GRANGER?" He shouted. She looked down tears forming in her eyes. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. He looked at her and hissed in her ear.

"What the hell are you doing here Granger?" She was quiet.

"I asked you a question mudblood. Answer me damnit!" A tear leaked from her eye and she pointed behind him and muttered something.

"What did you say?" he hissed

"Kitty" she said pointing.

"Draco? Who's here?" He looked behind him.

"Its' no one Mother, just someone from school." She looked around her and saw Hermione standing there, her lip trembling.

"Don't just make her stand out there. Where are your manners?" She held her hand out to welcome Hermione in, but Hermione took it wrong. She grabbed her hand and smiled at Narcissa. Draco cleared his throat and pulled Hermione from his mother.

"I'll take care of this Mother." He began pulling her away and heard his mother calling from behind.

"You make sure she gets cleaned up, she will be staying here. I couldn't let her stay out in the rain."

"I could" Draco muttered. He pulled Hermione into his room and he looked at her.

"Just because my mother says you should stay doesn't mean I want you here, Mudblood."

"Granger?"

"Granger?" He looked at her and arched one eyebrow.

"What on earth are you doing?" He looked at her oddly. She was standing with one foot on the other, half bent over, and was clutching he crotch like she was going to loose it. Her eyes were wide and she was biting her lip.

"Granger?" He was starting to get a little freaked out when she started bouncing. She was reminding him of someone, but wasn't sure.

"MMMMMMMMMM" she hummed a little pained. She stomped on the floor and bent over.

Draco watched this and suddenly remembered when he had seen someone do that. It was his niece, and there was only one reason.

"Shit" he muttered. He grabbed her arm and yanked her down the hallway. He opened a door and shoved her in. She just stood there and looked at him; she grabbed his hand and pulled him in along with her.

"I can't go in here with you Granger." She ignored him and yanked down her pants. He turned around fast and was cursing under his breath.

"What in the fuck. Oh gods, what is my mother going to do." There was silence for a few seconds and he felt something hit his back. He slowly turned around and looked on the ground; it was a roll of toilet paper. He picked it up and went to hand it back but her saw her bent over playing with her toes, still sitting on the toilet. He cleared his throat and she looked up and snatched it back. He turned around and put his hand to his forehead.

He heard the toilet flush and several minutes later he felt her tugging on his pants. He turned around and looked on the floor where Hermione was sitting. He pulled her to her feet and looked at her ankles, her bare ankles.

"Granger! Where are your pants?" He looked around her and saw them sitting on the floor in a clump. He looked back at her in rage, confusion and fear.

What was wrong with her?

He looked at her face and her thumb was in her mouth and the other was poking his shoulder. He brushed her finger away and his eyes traveled down her body. She looked exactly the same except for the ankles which were turned inwards, kind of child-like. She rubbed her eyes and then picked her underwear from her rear, Draco blushed.

"Don't do that!" She ignored him.

"Really Don't! Gods Granger!" She stopped and rubbed her eyes again.

"God Mudblood, you're acting like your three." He waited, "No way." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the hall shouting for his mother.

"Mother! Mother!" She came flying around the corner.

"What's the yelling about?" then she spotted Hermione. "Draco! What did you do to? Where are her pants?"

"Mother, would you just be quiet? Just watch her" He pulled his hands away from Hermione, and she just grabbed them again. He pulled them away, and walked from her grasp. She looked at him confused and walked towards him.

"No." he told her firmly. She stopped.

"Draco she isn't a dog."

"I know this Mother. Just watch her behavior." He pulled a huge fake smile and held his arms out. Hermione squealed and rushed into his arms; she jumped up and crossed her legs around his waist. He grunted from the sudden weight. He looked over to his mother.

"That's to sweet Draco. I remember you had used to do that when you were younger." The smile on her face faded.

"Oh dear." She pulled her off of Draco and placed her hands on her shoulder.

"Dear?" she stopped. "What's her name?"

Draco had to think for a moment; he had only ever called her Granger or Mudblood, never her first name then it came to him.

"Hermione."

"Hermione, how old are you?" Hermione looked at her confused.

"KITTY!" She dropped to the ground and picked it up, smothering it.

"Where did that cat came from?"

"She showed up with it, it had run inside. I think it might belong to her." His mother nodded.

"Take her upstairs and draw her a bath, not a shower. Let her borrow some of your clothes and search hers for any clues on what happened to her." Without argument he nodded and pulled her back towards the bathroom. He turned on the shower, not knowing her preferences for heat he set it how he usually had it.

He grabbed her hand and forced it into the water; she giggled and played in it. He plugged the tub and let her play with the faucet while he searched his room for something she could wear as pajamas.

He came back to the bathroom with an overlarge black t-shirt and a pair of his silk boxers to see Hermione playing with the shampoo bottles. His mother came behind him and looked over his shoulder.

"Mother?"

"I was wondering her age."

"She's my age, seventeen about."

"No how old she thinks she is."

"I would guess two, watch how she acts. When she was in my room she actually did that weird thing little kids do when they have to pee. She even stands like it, her ankles turned in and everything."

They were silent and Draco walked over to her pants sitting on the floor he looked through the pockets and pulled out a small vile. He tossed it to his mother, and she looked at it.

"There is still something in it, I'll go and see if I can find what it is. You watch her and help her in the tub." She walked away.

"Mother!" He yelled and chased after her. She stopped and looked at her.

"I cannot, will not do that!"

"What Draco?"

"Watch her in the tub, which is sick I should add." He said defining all of his words.

"Just think of her as younger. If it will make you feel better add some bubbles in the water, that way you won't be able to see anything."

"Mother, please? Cant you?"

"No, I have to find out what she took to make her like this, I trust you." She pushed back into the bathroom and he groaned.

He looked at Hermione with disgust. He walked over to her and took one of the bottles away from her (she whimpered) and poured most of the contents into the tub. After a few minutes the tub was full to the brim of bubbles and water.

"Well get in."

She looked at him and handed him a bottle. He set it down and shook his head.

"No, just get into the water." She looked at him like he was insane so he took her hand and dunked it in the water. She giggled and took her hand out, blowing on the bubbles that stuck.

"This is going to be the end of my life… I know it." He grabbed her foot and pulled off her socks and threw them with her pants. Then pulled her shirt over head.

"She's only two. She's only two. She's only two." He caught sight of her chest and yelped.

"Those are not only two!" He rubbed his eyes and felt like literally crying. He turned her around and went to unclasp her bra but couldn't do it. He looked her up and down; sure she had the body of a seventeen year old but not the mind. This disturbed him more than anything.

"Wait, girls go swimming in stuff like this don't they!" He ginned at his own genius.

"Get in Granger."

"Kitty"

"No, get in."

"Kitty"

"Granger"

"Kitty"

"Get in the water, NOW"

"KITTY!"

He ran his hands through his hair and left the bathroom. Running to the guest room, where his mother kept his old childhood stuff.

He grabbed a rubber duck, a few boats and random plastic objects. He walked back into the bathroom and showed Hermione the presents. She looked at him and pulled her finger out of her mouth. He tossed them into the tub. She looked at them, then back at him, and back at the toys.

"Do you want them?"

"Go get them." He pushed her over to the bathtub and picked up the bubble covered duck. He held it out to her and she went to grab it, but because of his quidditch reflexes he snatched it away.

"You want it? Go and get it." He tossed it back into the tub and she looked at him like he just broke her heart.

She slowly stumbled into the tub, using Draco's shoulder as a handle. She picked up one of the toys and giggled. He pushed her shoulders down to make his sit in the water but she wouldn't budge. He gave a frustrated cry. She looked at him in amazement and cocked her head.

"I'll be right back" he said. Maybe if he leaves her alone she would get the drift and go in. Because he didn't want to leave her in there for too long, he just grabbed his toothbrush from his room and walked back.

Hermione did sit down just like he had expected, but she was pulling on something. The straps of her bra.

"No, that has to stay on." He turned away and began brushing his teeth when something flew at his head. He looked at it and saw it was just her bra.

He sighed prayed to whatever god there was that she was properly covered up. He turned to her and she had bubbles to her neck. He sighed in relief.

"Granger- uh Hermione, you can't do that. Ok?" She just giggled and made odd noises.