A/N: Sorry about the divination/professor Trelawney-ness. I forgot she wasn't there when I wrote this.

"Ron, are we really going to classes with you?" Harry asked, holding tightly onto the hand of the sixteen year old. Ron looked down at the small boy.

"Only for today," he replied, knowing that, in Harry's mind, it would be another year before he went to class again.

"Yay!" Harry grinned widely. "Where are we going? Not potions; the teacher is so icky." Ron burst out laughing. Even at the age of four Harry still didn't like Professor Snape.

"No," he answered. "We're off to Divination."

"Us too?" Draco asked eagerly, pulling on Pansy's sleeve.

"No," Pansy answered without even looking at the blonde. "We're going to transfiguration. A real class," she added, giving Ron a snooty look. Ron glared back but had no time to retort as they reached the corridor that would take them in separate directions.

"Class, you have done very well today," Professor Trelawney proclaimed, peering through her glasses. "I did not expect many of you to 'See'…"

Seamus poked Dean, who was snoring lightly, his head on the desk. Dean jerked up and looked around guiltily when his eye was caught by a movement from the trapdoor.

Ron climbed into the stuffy tower room, Harry in tow. Professor Trelawney stopped talking, staring at the pair.

"But how – Ah but of course I knew this was going to happen," she proclaimed. "How could it not with Saturn in this awkward position! My Dears," she announced, drawing closer. "My Dears, this is caused by the planets that we have recently been studying and the alignment of Saturn and Venus." Her voice dropped an octave becoming steadily more dramatic as she surveyed Harry. "I'm sorry to say that this – this de-aging – could be fatal."

Lavender and Parvati gasped and stared at Harry with wide eyes.

"Actually," Ron said. "It was caused by an Aging Potion. Professor Dumbledore told us." Seamus shoved his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing. Professor Trelawney, looking highly disgruntled, resumed her earlier position at the front of the class and continued to talk.

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By the end of the day all of Hogwarts knew that Harry and Draco had somehow taken aging potions. What annoyed Ron the most were the girls who came up and cooed at the boys wherever they went. Harry shied away from the attention, while Draco thrived on it.

Eventually, unable to cope with all the people, Ron angrily put down his Transfiguration essay and left the library, Harry alongside him. Ron reached the Gryffindor common room, before realizing that was not where he was supposed to be. Groaning, the red head stomped around the corridors until he found the rooms he and Pansy had been given.

Entering, he found Pansy already there doing homework on her bed. She looked up only roll her eyes. Ignoring her, Ron pushed Harry towards the other room. The four year old looked up at his friend.

"Aren't you coming?" he asked. Ron sighed inwardly, knowing he would get no peace from Harry for a long time.

"Sure," he answered in a voice that held as much cheerfulness as he could muster. Harry slipped his small hand into Ron's much larger one and pulled him into the smaller room. Draco sat on the floor, playing with a toy wand and a stuffed turtle.

Ron looked around. There were two single beds for the boys and a cupboard on the wall. Through the open doors Ron could see that half of it was occupied by toys and games and the other half was stacked with boxes labeled four, five, six, and so on.

Harry tugged on the sixteen year old's sleeve.

"Can I play with Draco?" he asked. Ron smiled and nodded. Draco looked up as Harry sat down next to him but said nothing, for which Ron was grateful.

"I'll just be in the next room if either of you two needs anything," he told the boys. Harry flashed him a smile and Draco nodded absently as Ron quickly went into his own room.

Ron sat down on his bed and pulled out his transfiguration essay. He had just picked up his quill when Pansy broke the silence.

"You're indulging him too much," she said. Ron looked up.

"Huh?" He asked, intelligently.

"He would have be fine walking into the other room on his own," Pansy continued. "He has to learn that you're not always going to be there to protect him."

Ron stared at the girl in disbelief. "Pansy, he's four," he pointed out.

"So? I don't know about Harry, but Draco could fend for himself when he was four years old." There was a slight question in her voice that Ron picked up on.

"I'm not going to tell you all about Harry's childhood," Ron said incredulously.

"Well, maybe you should," Pansy replied. "Seeing as I'm going to be living with him for the next two weeks."

Ron was shocked by how reasonable Pansy was being. He was used to a sneering, taunting Pansy, not a Pansy who talked – quite pleasantly, Ron thought – and behaved like a normal human being.

"Why would you need to know?" he asked aggressively, unwilling to give in and talk normally with Pansy.

"Well, I'm going to be helping take care of him," Pansy told him. "I'll need to know a little about him."

"But – but," Ron stuttered.

"But what?" Pansy asked.

"But I thought you were going to ignore him," Ron said confusedly. "I thought you hated him."

"Hate him? Of course I do," Pansy replied calmly. "But, as you said, he's four years old and needs someone to take care of him, just like Draco. Are you going to tell me anything or not?"

Grudgingly, Ron had to admit she was right. Deep down he felt a stirring of respect for the girl, the first emotion he'd ever had for her other that hatred. In a short form he quickly told Pansy about what Harry's life had been life living with the Dursleys. Not that Harry talked about it a lot, but his mother had said quite a bit about it at home, and he picked up the rest.

"What about Malfoy?" He asked. "What's his life been like?"

"Draco had a nanny to look after him until he was five," Pansy told him. "His parents were away a lot, so he was quite a nice kid; not having their influence. He was practically raised by his nanny, until Lucius fired her after he saw her shouting at Draco one time. Draco was devastated when she left; he adored her. From then onwards he saw a lot of his father and became a lot like him." Pansy wrinkled her nose. "He was taught to hate Mudbloods, to look down on wizard families that didn't have as much money as he did… I liked him a lot better when he was younger."

"So you've known him for a while then?" Ron asked.

"Are you kidding?" Pansy asked. "I've known him since I was born an probably before. We spent all our time together when we were little."

"You guys must be pretty close then."

Pansy opened her mouth to say something while turning to Ron. At the sight of him she seemed to remember who she was talking to. She closed her mouth abruptly and turned back to her homework. Ron shrugged and turned to his, working so intently that he didn't notice Pansy glancing up at him every now and then.

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Ron woke early the next morning to the sounds of two five year olds talking in the next room. Groaning, he rolled out of bed and went into their room, shutting the door behind him so as not to wake Pansy.

It seemed the two boys had learned to get along in the last year. They both sat on Harry's bed in their striped pajamas, talking quietly. As Ron came in big smiles lit up their faces.

"Ron!" Draco cried, coming to give him a hug. Ron was surprised but pleased at this show of affection.

"Hey Malfoy," he said. The little boy looked up at him, his brow crinkled in puzzlement.

"You said you weren't going to call me Malfoy anymore," he said, sounding hurt. "You promised Ron."

"Oh yeah," Ron stammered. "Sorry Mal – Draco."

"Ron, do we have to go to transfiguration with you?" Harry asked. "Pansy said we did, but I don't want to."

"Sorry guys, you have to come with us," Ron replied. "But it's time to get dressed now, can you two dress yourselves?"

"Of course," Draco replied indignantly. He walked to the cupboard and stood on tip toes to reach the box. At last he was forced to admit defeat.

"Ron can you get the box for us?" he asked sulkily. Ron smiled. He took down the box and went into his own room to get changed.

When he pulled back the hangings on his four poster bed he saw Pansy beginning to wake up. Her eyelashes fluttered a little as she sleepily opened her eyes and gave Ron a small smile.

"She looks so cute like that," Ron thought, and was immediately shocked that he'd thought that. Shaking his head he spoke, "Morning Pansy."

"Mmmfff," she grunted.

"Obviously not a morning person."

"Are they awake?" She jerked her head at the five year olds' room. As an answer, the boys in question came out.

Pansy giggled and Ron choked back a laugh.

"What?" Harry asked indignantly.

"I think we should help you get dressed," Pansy answered, trying to look solemn but a smile tugged the corners of her mouth up. Taking Draco and Harry by the hands she led them back into their room, where she started undressing them.

Pulling the socks off Harry's ears and the small jeans off Draco's arms she said, "You did a good job boys, but there are a few things we need to fix."

Ron stopped her. "Uh, Pansy, don't you think I should do this?" he asked.

"Why?" Pansy asked. She obviously knew the answer, but wanted to hear him say it.

"Well, you know," Ron said uncomfortably. "Because you're a girl." Pansy rolled her eyes.

"I have a little brother. You think I haven't seen this before?" She handed Harry over to him. "You take care of Harry and I'll do Draco. That way we're both protecting our friends' privacy."

Half an hour later Ron, Pansy and two properly dressed boys made their way down to the great hall for breakfast. Ron led Harry over to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Hermione.

"Hey Harry," Hermione cooed. Harry gave her a toothy smile and reached for some toast.

"Um, Ron?" Pansy stood over him with her hands on her hips. "Don't you think they should stay together?"

"Ok, so sit Draco down with us and we'll have breakfast." Pansy opened her mouth to argue but Hermione cut in with, "Draco can eat with us today at the Gryffindor table and tomorrow Harry can eat with you at the Slytherin table. Does that keep everybody happy?" Ron gasped at the idea of Harry eating with the Slytherins but Pansy was already walking away.

Draco seated himself next to Harry and grabbed a plate of bacon.

"This is going to be hard," Ron confided to Hermione. "Transfiguration is hard enough but transfiguration with Harry and Draco? I'll be keeping one eye on them all the time while my spell goes wrong and McGonagall yells at me. Wonderful."

"Pansy and I will be helping you," Hermione replied comfortingly. She was going to say more but Ron cut across her.

"Harry, what are you doing?" he asked. Harry looked up guiltily, shoving the toad behind his back.

"Uh, nothing," he said, attempting a cute smile.

"Yeah, nothing," Draco echoed, but there was a trace of a smirk on his face, and it quickly spread to Harry's. Neville chose that moment to sit down gloomily.

"I've lost Trevor again," he said to Ron and Hermione. Ron simply raised his eyebrows at the two giggling five year olds.

"Guys, give Neville his toad back."

"Aw," Harry pouted as he handed it over. "He was gonna be fun." Draco nodded along miserably.

"Ron, are we going yet?" Draco complained. "I'm bored."

"In a minute," Ron said, glancing at Hermione. "Let's finish eating first though, ok?"

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Ron was feeling relieved that they had managed to get the boys to the class. Harry had kicked up a tantrum, screaming that he didn't want to go to class and Draco had backed him up. Finally Pansy had cast a silencing spell on them, so that they could only rub their throats and glare at their caretakers and Hermione. It had taken all three to carry them successfully to the classroom, while they kicked and struggled silently. They had been put in seats and Pansy had removed the spell after making them promise that they'd stop screaming.

They'd begun the lesson on turning mice into desk lamps and Harry was watching with avid attention. Draco, however, was getting bored. He got up and wandered around the classroom, stopping to look at people casting spells or peeing into cupboards.

"Mr Malfoy, would you please sit down," Professor McGonagall called.

"But Professor, I'm bored," Draco whined. Professor McGonagall simply sighed. Draco kept wandering for a few more minutes until the professor, tired of it, simply picked him up, went back to her seat and placed him on her lap. She absentmindedly rubbed his back while she kept writing her letter.

Late that night Ron sat scribbling his transfiguration essay while Pansy slept in her bed. The boys were already asleep. Throughout the day they had planned and performed many jokes and Ron and Pansy had had a hard time keeping an eye on them. They also had a tendency to explore the castle and the sixteen year olds had panicked a few times when they realised the boys were lost.

How were they going to keep this up for another 10 days?