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Previously: "Draco!" exclaimed Harry, whose voice was now boyishly high. "I fell in."

It was no doubt about it. The Boy Who Lived had gotten changed into a toddler. Malfoy said the only thing that came to mind.

"No shit Potter."

Chapter 6

'I hate my life.' Draco thought. For the second time he was sitting in Professor Dumbledore's office only this time he wasn't alone. A three-year-old Harry Potter sat in his lap, two fingers in his mouth and the other hair clutched in his messy raven hair. The ever famous scar stood out and his vibrant green eyes were larger than ever. In other words it was a very cute picture. Except to Draco. How come this happened to him? HIM! Of all people!

"Well Mr. Potter. Trouble always seems to find you." Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling as he talked gently to the little boy. Harry took his fingers out of his mouth.

"Twouble? It's awl that beech Panny's fault!" Harry said a little frown on his cherub face and Draco smirked. Obviously "beech" meant "bitch" and "Panny" was "Pansy."

'Way to go Potty.' Malfoy silently cheered.

"Language Harry." The Headmaster said though it was clear he was amused. Snape decided to put his two cents in.

"Of course this is Potter's fault. Pansy slightly nudged him and his clumsiness was clearly the cause of his little fall. Since he fell into the De-Aging potion Times Four it'll take four times longer for him to return back to normal." The Potions master pursed his lips. "There should be promising detentions once this wears off."

Draco frowned. He thought his Godfather was being rather unfair. He knew Snape hated Harry with a passion, so did he once. But he saw the "beech" push Harry in.

"Well, considering all of this, I believe this is plenty punishment for our young mister Potter if he really is to blame for all this. From the calendar, he will be missing two very great and important Quidditch matches." Dumbledore said and Snape looked as if Christmas had come early.

"No!" shouted little Harry and his eyes filled with unshed tears. "I'm playing and none of you can stop me!" he said stubbornly folding his arms to look intimidating. Malfoy's smirk widened. Potter had balls when he was shrunk down to size.

"Quite the contrary Potter. You will not even step foot on a broom. In fact no one must know of your predicament." Snape snapped and Harry glared at him and began kicking his legs and bouncing in Draco's lap. Uh oh. These were the signs of a temper tantrum.

"I HATE YOU, YOU GREESY SON OF A BEECH!" Harry yelled and began to cry. "I want money!" he said and buried his head in Draco's robes must to the disgust of Malfoy. He was sure he was going to have tears, drool, and boogers on his new expensive robes. "Money potter?" The Slytherin drawled raising an eyebrow.

Dumbledore chuckled and popped a lemon drop in his mouth. With Harry heard the sound of candy being suckled on, he drew away from Draco, a trail of snot coming from his nose and to the dismay of Draco, right on the Slytherin crest. "Eww."

"I do believe he said Mione, which is the short name for Ms. Granger if I do recall. Snape would be as kind to retrieve Harry's friends?" Dumbledore asked and handed Harry a lemon drop.

Snape only grunted and gave one last snarl at the toddler who had called him a 'son of a beech' and left as dramatic as always, robes billowing behind him as he left Dumbledore's office. Harry's tantrum was over and he suckled happily on his candy. He took it out of his mouth, saliva dripping from it and put it in Draco's face. "Want some Draco?" he asked giving his lap holder a large smile with two teeth missing in the very front. Draco resisted the urge to gag.

"Potter if you weren't so cute right now I would throw you out the window right now." Draco spat, relieved when the toddler put the candy back in his mouth.

"You wool not!" Harry said. Draco's glare met his arch nemesis.

"I would too Pothead. Want to try me?"

"DUMBLYDORE! HE CALLED ME A POTTYHEAD!" Harry shrieked his eyes becoming watery again. Draco sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. Potter sure was sensitive. At least it couldn't get worse.

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"It got worse." Draco muttered to himself. He was in his room sitting in his armchair. Harry was bouncing up and down on the silky sheets of his bed while the Mudblood tried to calm him down while the Weasel was sitting across the room glaring at floor, upset about the whole situation. How he had let the Gryffindorks into his room he did not know. He felt some relief to know that at least the attraction to Potter was gone now that he was only a kid. Malfoy was rather freaky (in bed), but he most definitely was not a pedophile.

They had been excused for their classes for the rest of the day to settle Harry in who decided he wanted to stay with Malfoy in his room, much to the shock and irritation of Weasley who somehow blamed him for it all. Draco snorted. Stupid Weasel.

"Now now Harry." Granger scolded as Harry began to swing on Draco's canopy. (This was proof that Draco had a gay side. Seriously, a guy with a canopy bed? With silky see through curtains? That's why I thought.) "Don't do that Harry you might fall off."

Harry just blew Hermione a raspberry, but with a piercing glare from the young witch he simmered down and jumped off the canopy. Though Harry was small and extremely hyper now that he was a little boy, he still had every one of his memories.

"M…mione? What about Voldemowt?" he asked. "What if he find out about me?" Hermione sighed. She actually didn't know but she was sure the professors had it under control.

"You'll be fine mate." Said Ron. "Unless, of course mini Death Eaters don't go running to You-Know-Who of course." He said sending a glare toward Draco who just sneered back. Hermione fiddled with her hands.

"Malfoy, you wouldn't would you?" she asked and Draco rolled his eyes.

"Believe me Granger. My father's already out to kill me. Why would I tell him about this shit?" he said and with exasperation showed Ron his right forearm, who shot him suspicious looks. The redhead turned red, embarrassed that he was wrong about Malfoy, but he still wanted to keep an eye on the Slytherin. He was still their enemy after all.

"Look Mud……Granger. Why don't you take Harry with you the Gryffindork Tower? I need to make a visit." Draco said and walked towards the door. "Oh and make sure to take the Weasel with you. Merlin knows I'll have to fumigate this room to get rid of all the germs and smells you three brought in here." With that Draco stalked off nose sticking in the air. The last he heard was Ron muttering, "Ferret face," and Harry singing, "I'm to sexy for my shirt! Too sexy for my shirt oh baby Yeah!"

Draco shook his head. Where had he learned that from? He headed to Snape's quarters.

When Malfoy left Hermione bit her lip. Malfoy had called Harry……well Harry. What was that about? Hermione looked at the bouncing Harry who was singing his, "Too sexy" song while wiggling his bum and wondered, 'Do Harry and Malfoy have something going on?'

AN: That's the end of this chapter. Coming up, Hermione's going to snoop some more and Ron will be jealous but before that, there's going to be a surprise for Draco. Next Chapter: Conversations and Suprises!