A/n: Hi. That's all I can really say…

Chapter Fifteen

A white fox leaped from tree trunk to tree trunk, trying to escape the hungry mountain lion. It had been running for about fifteen minutes, and the lion did not seem fazed or tired at all. The fox jumped in the cool stream, and kicked a couple of rocks behind him. This merely angered the lion, who charged at it more fiercely than ever. The fox looked ahead, and realized that there was a small rabbit hole about ten meters away. It forced its fatigued legs, and quickly entered the small hole. The lion angrily followed it, but realized the hole was too small for its massive size. It reached its paw inside, trying to fish the cunning fox out, but with no success. After a few moments, the lion finally decided to give up and hunt for something else.

As for the fox, he found five baby rabbits inside. He was more than delighted to devour them, and decided to wait for their mother to return. After eating her, he was satisfied. He hadn't eaten all day, so the rabbits filled him up nicely. He licked his paws clean and stepped out of the hole when he felt it was safe. He stretched his legs and shook his coat. Slowly, this fox began to take the form of a man. A man with white-blonde hair, pale silver eyes, and dark thoughts.

Draco Malfoy regained his composure, and covered his face with his hat. Since school started, he realized how this opened several opportunities for him. He walked towards a small hut, similar to Hagrid's, and barged the door open. He found two lazy men, drinking wine.

"What are you idiots doing?" he demanded.

The two men shot up. "I – uh - we were just – taking a break," one stammered while the other nodded.

"Did you get what I asked for?" Draco asked.

"Yes sir, we got the ingredients for the polyjuice potion," the other replied.

"Did you make the potion?"

They looked at each other in embarrassment. "We didn't remember how…"

"You pathetic morons," Malfoy rolled his eyes. "At least you got the ingredients I'll give you some credit for that. Crabbe, hand me a cauldron. Goyle, take the ingredients out."

He shoved all the pots and pans out of a wooden table while Goyle and Crabbe did as they were told.

"Now you did get a piece of Ron Weasel right?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows.

"We're not quite sure… it's either his or his mum's," Goyle couldn't look at Malfoy in the eye.

"Well that doesn't matter, because one of you is going to drink it," Malfoy sneered. This caused Crabbe and Goyle to look at each other nervously. Malfoy carefully added and mixed all the ingredients together. The shack was filled with a disgusting smell. "Here, drink up!"

Crabbe and Goyle played bloody knuckles to decide who would drink the potion, and after many loud yells and bruised knuckles, it was Crabbe who had to face the consequences. He swallowed the potion quickly and his face looked like he had just seen professor Dumbledore naked.

"Here's more of the potion for later use," Draco placed three bottles in Crabbe's robes. "Now let's see what you're turning into."

Crabbe gripped his throat and fell to the floor. Slowly, his hair grew red and long. Freckles appeared on his chubby face (which grew smaller), and his body began to take shape. Finally Draco and Goyle burst out laughing.

"Looking good Mrs. Weasley," Goyle laughed.

"I knew those weren't his toenail clippings!" Crabbe said in a high-pitched voice.

Then Draco ordered, "Now you know what you have to do. Goyle, find the real Mrs. Weasley, petrify her, do whatever, and just get rid of her. Then Crabbe, you ask to see Hermione and tell your lame excuse for a son to run an errand of some sort. When you have Hermione alone, you give her this sleeping draft -" Draco took out another small bottle. "– I even labeled it for you in case you get them mixed up. Then you hide the baby somewhere, casually walk out of St. Mungo's, and apparate somewhere around here. I'll know when you're here."

"Can't we just turn into our animagus?" Crabbe asked.

"No, because your animagus is a turtle, and Goyle's is a parrot," Draco replied in a harsh tone. "Just do what I say, and don't screw up this time. I expect you to be here at this time tomorrow." And with that, Draco's body became smaller, his hair turned white, his ears became pointy and his hands and feet turned into paws. He looked at his dumbfounded followers and took off into the night.

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"Hermione just push!" Molly encouraged. "You can do it!"

"AHH!" Hermione screamed. She was wet with sweat from head to toe, and in pain. "I can't do this Molly!"

"Come on Hermione! You don't want it stuck halfway do you?" Ron added, squeezing Hermione's hand tightly.

"Don't say such things Ronald!" Molly said. "Just a little bit more Hermione!"

"AHHH!" Hermione cried.

"The head is out Ms. Granger! Just keep pushing!" The doctor told her.

"AHHH!"

And finally, after fifteen minutes of hard labor, Hermione held her precious baby, tears in her eyes.

"He's so beautiful," she whispered. The baby wasn't even crying. It slumbered peacefully, not a care in the world.

"Yes he is dear, he's quite the sight," Molly agreed.

"You need some rest Ms. Granger, and so does the baby. We'll take him to you in a few hours," a kind nurse told her.

"Thank you," Hermione smiled weakly. She felt incredibly tired, and the thought of sleep appealed to her.

"He'll be fine Hermione," Ron smiled. "Any thoughts on a name yet?"

"No, but maybe something will come to me in my dreams," Hermione said.

"Whatever you say, but I think Ron Junior doesn't sound too bad," Ron joked. He kissed Hermione's forehead. "Well get some sleep, I'll just be sitting here, reading some magazines."

Hermione nodded and closed her eyes, feeling exhausted but happy.