Hell With Zabini and Malfoy

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is by J.K. Rowling

Chapter 2

Dedicated to my Beta, Ms. Anna

"You? Babysitting?" Blaise looked at Draco as if he was doing a tap dance.

"I know," Draco said, scowling.

"Me? Babysitting?" Blaise continued to look bewildered.

"I know," Draco said, continuing to scowl.

"You? And me? Babysitting a mini Granger?" Blaise asked, sounding faint.

"I know," Draco snapped, "I'm the one who explained the situation to you okay? You don't need to summarize it for me again! As if it wasn't bad enough when old coot Dumbledore told me!"

Blaise shook his head, sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and then stared at the four-years-old brunette, whose hand was linked with Draco's and peered up at him, gaze full of interest and curiosity. When she saw him looking at her, she smiled.

"Can she speak?" Blaise asked.

Draco shrugged his shoulders, "And I'm supposed to know how?"

"She should," Blaise mumbled to himself, " she is the smartest witch of the century, she probably was a kid genius."

"I dunno," Draco said, "All she's done is smile and wave, like an idiot."

They both looked at the girl.

"Malfoy!" Draco looked up and groaned, seeing an enraged Harry stalking towards him with his faithful sidekick. He frowned, was that fear on Weasley's face?

"Hand over Hermione, this minute!" Harry shouted as he neared Draco and Blaise.

The little girl looked up at the green-eyed boy, wide-eyed; she hid behind Draco's back as if scared. Her grip on his hand tightened.

"Look at that!" Malfoy smirked, "One-third of the Golden Trio is scared of the other two-third!"

Ron's ears reddened, and he was about to pull out his wand when McGonagall stepped in.

"What is going on here?" Her voice was stern, "I thought, Mr. Malfoy I told you to take her back to the Slytherin quarters? Why are you still here wandering in the hall? I did not let you and Mr. Zabini out of the afternoon lessons for nothing! Young Hermione needs her nap!"

Blaise and Draco looked at each other in surprise, then, Draco drew in a sharp breath and said in a voice full of sarcasm, "Nap, professor? Ho-how exactly are we suppose to make a four-year-old go to sleep? A sleeping potion? Or a spell? Maybe-"

"See!" Harry cut in, "He has no idea how to take care of the kid!"

"And I suppose you do?" Blaise spoke up.

Harry ignored him, "Zabini and Malferret are going to kill Hermione!"

"Mr. Potter, it was Professor Dumbledore and I who assigned Mr. Zabini and Mr. Malfoy to look after Hermione," McGonagall snapped, "I would appreciate if you respected out decisions."

Harry opened his mouth to retort, but Ron interrupted.

"Harry, you heard Professor McGonagall, Hermione is Malfoy and Zabini's responsibility now. Leave it, I'm sure she'll be fine."

Harry, Draco and Blaise looked at him in surprised.

"Yes," Even McGonagall looked slightly startled for a minute before fully agreeing with Ron, "You heard what Mr. Weasley said, Mr. Potter. He is being very mature. I assure you, that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini will take care of Ms. Granger to their full abilities. For they know," at this she stared sternly at the pale blonde, and dark haired boy, "If any harms come to young Hermione here, they will face very, very serious consequences. Including, but not limited to, expulsion."

Blaise and Draco shivered, unconsciously.

"Now off you go, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall her attention back to the green-eyed boy, "and I hope to never see either of you bother Mr. Malfoy or Mr. Zabini again. And if young Ms. Granger do not wish to see you," all eyes turned to the young girl still hiding behind Draco's back, "then please leaver her along also."

Harry looked bewildered, but was dragged off by Ron before he could protest.

"Thank god," They heard the red-head say, "that we don't have to take care of her. An old and mature Hermione is bad enough, but a four-year-old Hermione Granger would just be a nightmare!"

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"Think of something!" A thoroughly frustrated Draco shouted at his partner.

Blaise leaned against the wall, looking exhausted while the four-year-old sat on the side of his bed, with her small legs hanging off the bed, waddling back and forth, fully concentrated on sucking the lollipop she held in her hand.

"What do you want me to do?" Blaise said exasperatedly.

They had been using every method they know, excluding potions and spells (for McGonagall basically threatened to hex them into the next century if they did) to make the young Hermione fall asleep. Unfortunately, the young girl was simply too hyper.

"We haven't tried lullabies yet!" Draco said, excited.

"Good idea, Malfoy," Blaise's voice was dripping of sarcasm, "why don't you sing her of, oh-what was that muggle one called, twinkle, twinkle little star?"

"You think of a better idea then," Draco glared at him.

"Lets just do our homework first, she will tire herself out and fall to sleep eventually," Blaise sighed.

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"Trust Snape to give a ten page essays," Draco groaned.

"Shhhh," Blaise glared at him, they looked in the direction of the young Granger who, finally tired herself out by running around the Slytherin screaming and dancing around like a monkey and fell asleep on the couch as Blaise and Draco did their potion homework in the common room.

Hermione turned on the couch, opened one eye, closed it, then opened the other eye, closed it, and opened both eyes, Climbed up and looked about to cry. Luckily, Blaise moved fast and pushed yet another lollipop into her hand within seconds.

"She is four, for Merlin's sake! Can't she talk instead of cry?" Draco said, irritated.

Blaise shrugged.

"So much for the smartest witch of the century," Draco said, smirking.

Draco jumped and shrieked as he turned and saw the four-year-old Hermione peering over his shoulder at his potion essay, criticizing almost every word he has written down.

"You spelled consequences wrong, it is c-o-n-s-e-q-u-e-n-c-e-s, and ginger root is not used for purple spots, it is used to cure extra toes. Christmas trolls live in North Vile Pole, not South Evil Pole, stupid."

Draco stared, wide-eyed and speechless at the small brunette.

Blaise chuckled and said, "She is, Draco, Hermione Granger is the smartest witch of the century."

B/N: Sorry about the lack of beta-ing. School's been hell, and I've been too irritated with my friends to do much of anything. Don't forget to review, though!

A/N: WOW! You guys really out done yourself! 19 reviews! I nearly got tears streaming down my face right now!

For 'Life with Zabini and Malfoy' readers, a sincere apology. I am officially ill this week and have a confession to make. I have not yet start working on the next chapter, I am so sorry! I know I should keep up with my one week update but I have not been feeling well and there are some family crisis at the time. I will start working on it as soon as possible and there will be an update by next Sunday!