Three's a Fling
The Panic Room
Harry grimaced as Madam Pomfrey forced the ghastly potion down Malfoy's throat. He could smell it from halfway across the room—and it was not pleasant.
"There. Now out with you."
Draco shook his head as he was suddenly pushed to his feet. He looked around the room as it spun.
"Daddy?"
Harry backed up quickly. "Oh, hell no!"
Hermione gaped. "I thought the potion was supposed to help him!"
"Just give it a few minutes." A few minutes passed and a confused Madam Pomfrey looked down at the bottle in her hand. "Uh oh."
"Understatement of the freaking year!" Harry cursed and then did an exaggerated impression of the mediwitch. "Uh oh."
"Just…" Hermione grimaced as Malfoy stepped on her foot. "Let's just get back to our room without anything else happening."
Harry had his dreaded enemy by the arm; thankfully Malfoy was not really 'aware' of the current happenings. "No shit Hermione. There is no way this could get any worse."
"Daddy, I want a hug."
Hermione turned to give Harry her patented 'what an idiot' stare.
"Just shut up." Harry grumbled. They were almost there; he could see the door when Malfoy let out a howl.
"Good Merlin!" Dropping Malfoy's arm Harry covered his ears. "Bloody freaking hell!"
The blond boy crumpled to the floor—still howling mercilessly. "DAAAAAAAAAADDDDYYY! Don't be mean to Draco!" he sobbed.
Hermione grimaced. "Please be quiet." She awkwardly patted the seventeen-year-old child.
Harry lowered his hands cautiously. "Safe yet?"
Glaring Hermione rubbed her eyes. "Just, don't cuss in front of him—he's er, in a fragile state right now."
"All the more reason to scar him for life. Beat him to a pulp. Maim."
"Harry!"
Harry shrugged. "What?"
"He's just a kid."
"In the body of my most hated enemy."
"Well, just…oh this is stupid. Just get Malfoy back to our room and dump him on one of the beds and wait."
"Like we have a choice?"
"This year is going to…"
"No cussing." Harry interrupted quickly, pointedly looking down at the wide-eyed Malfoy.
"I wasn't going to cuss." Hermione hissed back.
"Daddy?"
Harry wanted to retch. "Look here…kid…my name is Harry Potter, you're name is Malfoy. See, the names don't match. I'm not your father!"
"Thank Merlin." Hermione murmured.
But it didn't look like little Malfoy in big Malfoy's body understood. He jabbed himself in the chest. "Potter." He announced proudly.
Harry stood in shock.
Hermione turned red.
Draco Malfoy hopped around the hallway—ignorant of the two teenagers who looked quite likely to become rather sick. "Potter. Potter. Potter. Potter. I'm Draco Potter." He stopped in front of Harry and grinned…a very disturbing grin.
The grin would have been normal on a child of the nice age of four…but on a seventeen year old—it just looked wrong.
Especially when directed at another male.
Harry cringed visibly and looked ready to slug Malfoy.
"Uh, no, no." Hermione stepped between the two boys. "Here, why don't we just…Malfoy, why don't we go back to the room and you can…" Hermione searched the air for an idea. "You can play with toys—toys, yes, uh, do you like to play with toys?"
"Potter!"
Hermione tried not to grin. "Uh, would Potter like to play with some toys?"
Malfoy nodded his head enthusiastically, his blond hair bouncing, eyes gleaming.
It seemed that the younger Draco Malfoy had brought some changes to the physical body of older Draco Malfoy, Hermione noted. His eyes were wider, deeper, and just seemed to gleam with the innocent mischief of a child.
All in all, Hermione decided, it was a definite improvement. She was almost going to miss it when the 'real' Draco Malfoy came back—if he came back.
"I can't believe there isn't a single thing that would pass as a kid's toy in this whole freaking place." Harry whispered angrily to Hermione.
"It's a school, Harry, not a playpen." They were beginning to search frantically—fearing what would occur if a very big child did not get what he was promised.
"How bout this?" Harry held it up for Hermione's approval.
"It's a tube of toothpaste."
"So?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Is that what you played with as a child Harry?"
Harry didn't answer.
"That is just pathetic."
"The Dursley's didn't give out toys to the boy who lived under the stairs."
"Well, let me tell you that Mr. Malfoy out there is not going to be as entertained by your tube of toothpaste as you were."
Harry reluctantly put it down. "How do you know that?"
"Because people like Malfoy were spoiled rotten."
"And?"
"And they know what is a toy and what is not a toy. And they get very upset when they don't get what they want."
Harry rubbed his eyes, leaning back against the wall. "How often do you think Madame Pomfrey confuses potions?"
Hermione paused. "Hopefully not too often."
"The one time it happens, guess who gets stuck with it."
"Feeling sorry for yourself already?"
"Well, that idiot out there is not calling you 'Mama' now is he? NO! He's calling me 'Daddy'!" Harry jabbed his finger towards the door.
Hermione grinned. "I have to admit it's rather cute."
"CUTE!" Harry gaped, his eyes bulging. "Malfoy calling me daddy is anything but cute. Have you lost your marbles?"
Hermione shrugged slamming the bathroom cupboard door shut and eyed the room once more. The bathroom had been done in the cool tones of water and hints of grass greens. The glass covered walls opened to show the numerous bath—Hermione paused, a small light bulb going off.
"BUBBLES!"
Jumping Harry and turned to Hermione. "What?"
"We'll have him play with bubbles." Hermione said again.
"Well good. But did you have to scream it? I think I just…"
"Daddy?"
Harry rounded on Malfoy. "For the last time, I'm not your Dad!" He screamed furiously.
And all hell broke loose.
The seventeen-year-old Slytherin with the mindset of a four year old screamed loudly. Hermione covered her ears and glared daggers at Harry. "What is your problem!" she mouthed at him.
A very angry looking Harry glared back at her. "It's Malfoy!" He mouthed back.
Finally the screaming subsided and they slowly removed their hands looking cautiously at Malfoy.
Hermione grabbed the bottle of bubbles from behind her and slowly held it out to Malfoy. "Would you like to play with the bubbles?" Her voice shook despite herself.
It was obvious by the look on Malfoy's face that bubbles would not suffice. The pale face turned a sickening shade of red and both Harry and Hermione backed away from him as a blood-curdling scream escaped his lips.
Harry trembled as the huge boy came barreling towards him—a mass of flailing arms and legs. "Hermione!" Harry screamed as she abandoned him—running out of the room as fast as her legs could carry her. Running seemed like the smartest thing to do at the moment and he took off after her.
"ARRRRRRR!" That was all they heard as they ran. Harry tripped on the rug and was sent sprawling across the floor, he looked up and immediately covered his head and brought his knees to his chest. But the big kid didn't compensate enough and shot past Harry, giving him time to scramble to his feet.
"Harry!" Hermione motioned for him to head back to the bathroom as Malfoy slowed to a stop and charged.
Doing as she suggested, Harry ran for his life. He went back the way he came, through the door that led to one of the rooms and through the door that opened to the bathroom. The last one he slammed shut and locked.
Hermione came running in through yet another door which she also locked. They leaned back and panted…
"ARRRRR!"
"Oh no!" Hermione pointed towards the last door, which was not locked. "Hurry!" she screamed as she caught site of the rampaging Malfoy. But they were too late. Malfoy barreled through the door and stopped. His blond hair was a mess and his eyes shone to kill.
"Oh crap." Harry whispered and felt Hermione back up beside him.
"We're going to die." She whimpered, her voice trembling. There was only one place to run to.
"The shower." Harry whispered, taking hold of Hermione's sleeve and backing away from Malfoy, slowly.
"AHHH!" Draco screamed and charged the two Gryffindors.
"Holy shit!" Harry turned and ran, hauling Hermione with them, they wrenched open the shower door and closed it with a smack.
Another loud smack was heard a moment later.
Hermione slunk to the ground in hysterics. There was nowhere left to run and as soon as the boy outside got his brains back he'd open the door and…who knew what would happen.
"Harry, why the hell did you have to yell at him!"
"How was I supposed to know he was going to go on a rampage?"
"It's Draco Malfoy, Harry!"
Harry sighed. "Yeah."
"AHH!"
"We're so dead." Harry whispered and backed as far away from the glass shower door as he could and watched Malfoy wrap his hand around the handle and pull.
But the door didn't budge.
"What's going on?" Hermione whispered.
"I don't think he can get in."
Hermione eyed the shower. "Harry…" she said, trying to keep the panic from her voice. "Push on the door. Try to open it."
"Are you crazy!"
"Just try." Hermione said softly and Harry complied seeing her worried eyes.
He pushed on the door…it did not open.
"What's with this?" Harry cried.
Hermione slumped against the tile and fell to the floor. "He can't get in Harry…but we can't get out."
"You mean…this is…oh, Dumbledore is smart." Harry grinned.
"Smart maybe, but I don't think he thought this through."
"How's that?"
"We're stuck in here."
Harry gulped as he looked at the small-enclosed…very enclosed space. "We're locked in here aren't we?"
"Yeah."
"Locked in a panic room."
"Yeah."
"Um. Hermione." Harry said nervously.
"Yeah?"
"I know we're stuck in a panic room and we're supposed to feel, uh, safe…but, uh, I think I'm going to panic."
"Harry, you can't lose it on me now."
"I don't want to Hermione, but it's just that…. I'm claustrophobic!"
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