Chapter Five: The Misadventures of two Toddlers Begin!
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Author Notes: I'm sorry for being late. It has been a busy week for me and my beta. Ohh and Centaurfelicis23567 I already have a beta so maybe you can help me with my next stories!
Professor McGonagall strode towards them. "Ms. Granger. I hope you can see me today at my office, after dinner will do. I have something to discuss with you."
"Yes, of course Professor."
"Very well, you may go now."
Hermione picked Harry up, they were running late and the toddlers were probably slowest walkers in the world. Draco tugged Pansy's robe, arms stretched out towards her. Smiling, Pansy picked him up.
"Who she?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around Hermione's neck.
"That's the headmistress, Professor McGonagall."
"Prof..fes.. sowwr Mac..Gon..gald."
"No Hawwy, it's MacDonald!"
Hermione looked ready to burst out laughing at any moment. Whilst trying to compose herself, she answered "You can call her Professor."
Pansy sent her questioning look but Hermione ignored her and picked up the pace. They found seats in the middle of the class, it was perfect for them. Hermione could concentrate on her studies and Harry and Draco could do whatever they wanted without being seen. Pansy helped them climbed on their seats while Hermione was rummaging their backpacks. She pulled out colouring books and a set of colorwands.
"Now, listen, you cannot disturb the class! No fighting, no crying, no teasing, no sleeping, no laughing too loudly."
"Oh for Merlin sake Granger, they're just kids. Loosen up a bit will you? It's not like they are that bad. Right kids?"
"Yes!" The boys chirped, looking as innocent as they could.
"Fine." She narrowed her eyes, "fine." She had a bad feeling about this, she would have to watch them carefully.
Their first class happened to be transfiguration. No one dared to speak during Professor McGonagall's class, even the boys knew better than cause a scene. They played with their colour wand quietly. The trouble unfortunately began in charm class. It was not really their fault. Most of the students were already dozing off, except for Hermione and the Ravenclaws.
"Hermini, Hawwy bored."
"Shush Harry, just colour your book."
"But I don't wan too."
"Go play with Draco, but keep it low. There are some of your toys inside your backpacks."
Draco felt something nudge him. Looking to his right, he saw Harry trying to look at his colouring book.
"What you want Hawwy?" Draco said, covering his artwork with his arms.
"Hawwy bored. Hermini said we can play toys!" Harry replied, still trying to take a peek.
Draco put down his colorwand and covered his book to prevent Harry from peaking. They went under the table where their backpacks were and began rummaging each other's bags. Something caught Draco's eyes just under the front desk and slowly, he crawled towards the long wooden stick. Harry followed curiously behind him. Hmm, he remembered this from somewhere but it was completely different. More complicated carving and longer.
"It looks like Hermi..ni..ny's stick."
Draco stared at Harry, he was right. It looked like the stick that made them clean. Maybe he could wave it! One great anticlimactic wave later, nothing happened. Maybe he was wrong. He looked at Harry.
"What you doing, Dwayyco?" Something was wrong with Harry, Draco thought. "Your woah..wobe! Pink!"
Harry looked down at his robe, eyes widening comically. He scrambled toward Draco, chubby little fingers grabbing at the odd stick. The raven haired toddler whispered excitedly, "Hawwy try! Hawwy try!"
Draco gladly gave him the wand. They crawled under everyone's desk – taking turns waving the stick around. They snickered loudly when it came to Ron, who was unaware of his surroundings, snoring at the back of the class. They vanished Ron's trousers, leaving him with pink boxers and long blonde hair, though he still had his school uniform. The boys were enjoying themselves immensely until Harry accidentally flicked the stick too sharply and one of the windows cracked and shattered. They ducked under teacher's table but to no avail. Hermione and Pansy had already seen them.
"Harry James Potter!" Hermione shrieked.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" Followed with Pansy.
The toddlers winced. Crawling out from under the teacher desk, they saw the rest of the students waking up. At first the stood solemnly, but the sight that greeted them was too funny to resist and they began to laugh. The class was full of children, children with brilliantly colored robes and hair and odd hair styles. Though, even with purple hair and flower dress, Hermoine and Pansy's glares were enough to make them stand quietly once more at the front of the class room. They stood guiltily at the front of the class, edging closer to each other, playing with their robes but their eyes still glued to the floor. Harry accidentally dropped his wand and confetti bursted from the tip of it, raining all over the class. It got caught in the students' hair, especially Hermione's bushy hair.
A few seconds of stunned silence later, a high pitched scream pierced the air.
"Bloody hell! Who took my trousers!?"
Professor Filtwick sent the class to lunch early, saying that the damage would take a long time to fix. The boys had turned every single book on the shelf into a plushie and escaped from detention.
Harry and Draco were eating quietly with their guardians sitting peacefully across them. Well, more like playing with their food while fidgeting uncomfortably on their seat whilst their guardians glared daggers at them.
Hermione glared while she boys were three, but the way they talked, acted and spoke was more like that of five year olds. Maybe they were just really intelligent. There was no doubt Malfoy was very eloquent for a three year old. He's a Malfoy, it's in his blood. Harry though, she didn't know much about. Harry had kept his childhood more of a secret. All she could remember was that he was stayed with the Dursleys, his closest relatives.
"Granger, I think it's their nap time." Pansy whispered, snapping Hermione back to real life.
Sure enough, the toddlers were nodding off over their food. How could she forget about these important things? Children of their age required far more sleep in comparison to teenagers or adults.
"What do we have after this?"
"Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"We have to find a place for them to sleep." Hermione stated as she stood, lifting Harry on to her hip. Pansy followed her suit by picking Draco.
In the end, they decided the classroom would be safest and easiest place for the boys to sleep.
They entered DADA's class early. Hermione chose to sit in a place in the middle of the classroom. She closed the distance between two benches and cast a multitude of cushioning charms on them. Harry and Draco now were in Pansy's arms, their heads leaning against the Slytherin's shoulder while facing each other. Draco was drooling, lazily chewing Pansy's hair in his sleep. Meanwhile, Hermione had conjured one big pillow and blanket for them to share.
"This will do for now."
Pansy lowered them onto the benches, untangling Draco from her hair at the same time. As soon as they hit the makeshift bed, they curled into each other, sighing contentedly. Smiling, Pansy covered them with the blanket. Hermione smiled to, watching the toddlers snuggle happily under the blanket.
Hermione and Pansy sat down next to the sleeping children.
"So, you and Draco, you guys a thing?"
"What do you mean 'a thing'?" Pansy questioned frostily.
"Umm, like a...uhm, you know, like a relationship or somthing." The bookworm stammered awkwardly. "I've seen the way you look at him, like at the Hospital when you were holding him. I've never seen you look so... so unguarded... so soft." She finished softly.
Pansy shot her one icy glare before staring stonily at the floor. "Mind your own business Granger."
A few minutes of awkward silence later, she replied, speaking softly, almost reverently. "We are just good friends, one might say the best of friends. You wouldn't believe the things we've been through together. Draco has always been there for me, helping me through all sorts of shit despite the crap quality of his own life."
Their conversation was cut short as students began to file into the dank classroom. The noisy eighth years quickly quieted down as soon as they noticed the two toddlers bundled up together, sleeping peacefully in the middle of the class. Even Professor Oakley, who usually bothered Harry incessantly much like a certain old blonde haired DADA professor now suffering from memory-loss, made sure that the toddlers slept on, uninterrupted.
The class ended and both boys were still fast asleep. Pansy and Hermione carried them up to the common room as they didn't have any class for the rest of the day.
tbc~
A/N: Any comments or suggestions are welcome. I know the chapter is quite short. Sorry~