"What is your problem?" Hermione hissed angrily, "At least Harry is making some sort of effort to get along with Draco, but your not even trying!" Ronald glared at her,
"And why should I?" He snapped back, "I hated that little brat before so why should I change my opinion now?" Hermione flushed heatedly,
"Because…because things are different now, things have happened. You could, at the very least, try and give him a chance! Stop being so bloody narrow minded!" But the redhead just folded his arms stubbornly across his chest, refusing to budge,
"He is still the same person, Mione." He reminded her coolly, glaring over at the innocent little boy who was playing 'Simon Says' on his best friend's knee, giggling happily, "When he returns to his normal age he's going to be just as evil as he was before, if not more. You just don't want to except it, he's using you!"
"How can you even think that?" Hermione shrieked, her voice rising considerably, "He's six years old for god sake! You don't know anything about what's happened, so don't you dare talk about him like that!"
"That's because you won't tell me, Hermione! I have no idea why Malfoy's been turned into a kid, I don't know why he's in the hospital wing with a bloody broken arm and I sure as hell don't know why you're so involved!"
"So you want me to tell you?" Hermione demanded, eyes wild and furious, "You want to know what I heard that day I spied on Malfoy? You want to know where I 'sneaked' off to last night?" She shoved him hard, "Well? Do you?" Ron nodded slowly, slightly freaked out by how fierce Hermione had become…not that he hadn't seen it before, of course…
"Go on then," He challenged, "Tell me!"
"What's your favourite colour, Harry?" Draco asked, peering curiously up at the green-eyed boy. Something about Mione's friend fascinated him tremendously, although he couldn't quite put his finger on precisely what that thing was.
Harry looked down on the young boy perched on his knee. He still couldn't quite believe that this innocent, untainted child was Draco Malfoy, who had been his nemesis since his very first day at Hogwarts. The concept that he was playing 'Simon Says' with the Slytherin Prince was just too bizarre to register. Harry put on an exaggerated thinking face,
"Hmm…I think it has to be…blue."
"Whyyy?"
"'Cause…" Harry frowned, "I don't know. Do you need a reason for liking a colour?" Draco looked down somewhat dejectedly,
"No," He said quietly, "I-I guess not."
"Ok…so what's yours?" Harry asked, as an attempt to lighten Draco's suddenly downcast mood. Instantly, the little boy perked right up,
"Orange!" He stated happily, giving his legs a little swing,
"Whyyy?" Harry mimicked teasingly. Draco giggled,
"'Cause it's the colour of tigers an' I like tigers." The Boy who Lived raised and eyebrow, clearly surprised,
"Yeah? I thought you'd like…I dunno, Snakes and such." Draco visibly shuddered and stopped swinging his legs almost instantly,
"Snakes are creepy." He confided, his voice barley above a whisper, "They're all poisonous an' they bite you a lot. 'S why I don't like them." He added with a nod of his head to emphasize the point,
"And tigers don't bite?" Harry queried, curious as to how the kid would answer. Draco frowned thoughtfully,
"Well…not as much as snakes and that do. An' tigers are a bit like cats an' I used to have a cat but it disappeared."
"Oh…I'm very sorry-" Draco shrugged indifferently, " 'S ok. I think it must've been bad 'cause sometimes when things are bad they disappear."
"So, let me get this straight," Ron paused, trying to sort everything Hermione had just told him into some comprehensible order in his mind, which, in doing so, made his head hurt. Quite badly too, come to that…
"When you spied on Malfoy, you heard his dad doing…weird things," Mione nodded, cringing slightly at his bad choice of words, "So then you went to McGonagall who told you to keep spying on Malfoy, then he got turned into a baby, ('I'm not a baby! I'm six!' Draco pipes up from behind) by a deaging potion and could only speak French, then his dad abducted him. Then Malfoy's mum invited you and Snape to tea, at which she told you to kidnap Malfoy, who had been beaten up by his dad and locked in a hidden cupboard." He looked up at Hermione,
"Is that right?" She nodded, looking slightly pale,
"Just about." Ron grimaced and closed is eyes, sucking in a load of air,
"Bloody hell!"
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