It was getting annoying being held by Hermione, and frankly, Draco was starting to get cranky without actually knowing it. Looking up at her, he began kicking and punching Hermione as hard as he could, (which wasn't very hard at all) trying to get away.

Noticing the light blows to her stomach, Hermione looked back down at the now toddler. Having taken care of children, (from 2 months to 12 years) she knew exactly what to expect. Glancing up at the clock over the refrigerator, it was about ten after six. To her and the normal Draco, they would have been in the Great Hall by now, carefully avoiding the flying food from their friend's (or in Draco's case lackeys) open mouths. Now, however, she thought it was time to start getting dinner ready.

Carefully placing Draco on her hip, she started toward the highchair and tried to put him in it, but Draco was VERY resistant. …

After numerous attempts, Hermione thought of a sure-fire counter. "Malfoy, it's either the highchair or my arms. You can either choose to eat like I know you can, or I can feed you like the baby you've become and are acting like." All movement stopped.

Hermione smirked. "Okay then, right after we eat you are going to calm down and then go to bed. It's been a long day for the both of us," Draco started making sounds that were supposed to be protests.

"Malfoy, you are not getting around the fact that you ARE a toddler and that you ARE going to have an early bedtime, as well as many other things. I don't want you being fussy tomorrow like I know you will be if you stay up as long as you want and/or can." Hermione took the opportunity to put Draco in the highchair and buckle him in, and then quickly put a child lock spell on it. Draco's eyes widened (again) as he realized where he was at the moment. He began throwing a temper tantrum, kicking and thrashing in every direction with all of his strength (which, right now, wasn't much).

Hermione was already in the kitchen to get the baby food for him, as well as a quick bite for herself. All of a sudden, she heard what seemed to be a screech.

Motherly instincts (that she had no idea she had at the moment) kicked in instantly. Grabbing the baby food and spoon on the counter, she hurried back to Draco. Placing the container and spoon on the table, Hermione sighed. She knew this was bound to happen, but she didn't think it would happen during their first day in the apartment.

Looking at the distressed sixteen-year-old-in-a-toddler-body, she noticed the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Well that's new. He must have gotten the emotions of a toddler as well; the older Mal_ Draco never showed any emotion like this." Hermione thought to herself. Trying to calm him, she undid the child lock and embraced him. Either he was unaware of his new position, or he just didn't care. Hermione walked over to the rocking chair in the far corner of the living room. After sitting down and getting comfortable, she began rocking him gently while whispering soothing words into his ear.

I'm not even going to write anything but my signiture until i get to the newest chappy.

NEUC