Everything's J.K. Rowling's, I own nothing. Forget about the italic thing I said last chapter, I don't know what I was thinking!


"Now listen closely you two," said Dumbledore. "I know you both have your differences, but you will have to get along. I have set aside an empty classroom for you, and had the Weasley twins make it into a frog's paradise. Once a week, starting today, your friends will be permitted to come visit you for about an hour and I will translate. Come along."

Hermione and Draco hopped off their chairs, and bounded behind Dumbledore, drawing stares from many students in the hall.

"Ah, here we are!" said Dumbledore, unlocking the room and shooing the two frogs inside.The room buzzed with flies, and there was a lily pond at one end, about the size of a pool. Grass coated the floor, and a few dragonflies darted about." Colin, Fred, Ron, George, and Harry all sat on a wooden bench beside the pond.

"Aw, little Malfoy doesn't have any friends," Hermione teased.

"Of course not, Slytherins don't have friends, we're too devious and cunning for that."

The conversation began with Dumbledore translating.

"Gee Hermione, are you sick? You look rather green," Fred said jokingly.

"Very funny,"croaked Hermione.

"Are you okay Hermione?" asked Ron worriedly.

"Fine, except for the being a frog thing."

"Malfoy," Harry spoke up, "if you lay one webbed finger on her I swear-"

"Tut, tut Potter, " Malfoy interrupted. "Still protective of your froggy friend?"

Colin began snapping pictures of Malfoy and his surroundings.

"Make one move against my - - our Hermione, and I'll make sure these find their way to the Slytherin table," said Ron.

"Okay, okay." croaked Malfoy. "Besides, why would I want to mess with her? Becoming a frog hasn't changed her looks any."

"Now Draco, I feel that was uncalled for. Apologize to your classmate," Dumbledore cut in.

"Fine, sorry," Malfoy said, obviously not sorry in the least

"We need to get to class now, but we'll be here next time," said George. "Bye!"

Professor McGonagall seemingly appeared out of nowhere to escort the students to their next class. Dumbledore also waved farewell, and exited the room, leaving Draco and Hermione by themselves.

"Why'd you do this to me?" Hermione asked, opening up the conversation rather bluntly.

"Because you are too smart for your own good. Darn it, that truth serum hasn't worn off yet! Don't ask me anymore questions if you like living."

"Fine, it was just an accident. Thanks for the compliment though."

"I'm going to get away from you before you contaminate me," said Draco.

"Oooo, Malfoy. How reminiscent of 4th grade! Still scared of cooties are we?"

"Yeah, right," was Malfoy's only reply, as he hopped off towards the pond.

Hermione also hopped away to go inspect her new living quarters, and maybe catch a few flies along the way. There appeared to be a path circling the room, and Hermione followed it. In the meadow, there was a small shelter big enough for two people, or in their case, frogs. There weren't any walls, just a roof. She hopped onward, and found herself in a marshy area, sort of boggy and squishy with an inch or two of water. Yet again, a shelter appeared in the middle of the marsh. Bounding away again, she headed towards the lily pond. Malfoy was swimming agitatedly in the crystalline water, swimming back and forth, as if he were pacing. At the surface of the pond there were two HUGE lily pads, about as big as a large rug. They were lined with petals, and Hermione presumed that they were to serve as beds. All of a sudden, Hermione realized that Professor Dumbledore was standing right beside her!

"How long have you been standing there?" she asked him.

"Oh, not long. I just dropped by to explain a few more things to you. I trust you will tell Mr. Malfoy in due time. First of all, look at the ceiling."

Hermione glanced up, and was shocked to see not stone, but sky!

"I spelled it like the Great Hall. It will reflect the sky as it appears outside. However, unlike the hall, it will also reflect the temperature, and the elements. It will get breezy, rainy, and possibly snowy. Don't worry; we won't let anything happen to you. To escape the elements, simply head to one of the shelters." With that, Professor Dumbledore left.

"Oh great," Hermione said, the frog side of her shivering from the mention of "snow." She glanced up at the sky again, and noticed it was dusk. "Time flies when you're a frog, and speaking of flies, it's time for dinner." She hopped over to the pond, where the flies were the thickest, and began her feast of bugs.


"Will my father accept me as a frog?" Malfoy had been pondering that all day, and had finally come to the conclusion that, no; his father would not want an embarrassing amphibious son hopping around his stylish mansion. A realization hit him like a thunderclap. If his father disowned him, that meant he could do as he wished! "No more Pansy Parkinson!" Draco sang, bounding around in a froggy dance which looked like a mix between the Macarena, and the Cha-cha-cha. After several minutes of dancing, Draco slumped to the ground, panting. His stomach growled. Time for supper!


Okay, I realize that the Fleur/Ron thing last chapter was kind of weird, but I couldn't think of anything else. The only other female characters I like are Ginny Weasley, and Professor McGonagall, and we couldn't have that, now could we! Thanks to all my reviewers…reading your reviews is going to make me conceited!