D.M.M. ch.6

After the 30 minutes that it took to feed Draco (though it seemed like ages to him), Hermione cleaned off the highchair and got him out of it, then headed to the nearest door, looking for the bathroom. Going over to the first door in the hallway, Hermione turned the handle with one hand, barely, since Draco was squirming as if his life depended on it, and it was extremely hard to keep a good grip on him.

The first door hid a well sized study, complete with a cherry wood (A/n: can't think of any other wood right now… 4 in the morning) desk, a soft umber recliner, a few reading lamps, and a small side table. Hermione couldn't believe how many things Madam Pomfrey had done in little over an hour. She really must thank her directly.

"Well, I'll just thank her tomorrow when we go for Draco's check-up. Might as well tell him about that now." She looked down, mouth open to speak, and yet stopped. Draco Malfoy, her enemy since 1st year, was sleeping soundly in her arms.

He looked peaceful while sleeping, like nothing that day had happened at all. His eyes were closed lightly, with his eyelashes curling up slightly. His face was angelic, soft and tender to the eye. His mouth was barely parted, just enough to see the tip of his tongue. It's hard to realize that this was the same child who, minutes ago, was having a breakdown and throwing a fit.

"Why can't he be this way while awake?!" Hermione thought, and then sighed. On to the next door.

The second door opened up to, what appeared to be, the master bedroom and bathroom. Hermione was speechless at this point. The walls were her favorite color, though unknown to most, Slytherin green, with bright pearl colored trimming. The carpet was the same pearl color. In the center of the farthest wall, in between two pearl trimmed (yet again) windows, was a four post bed, queen sized, with slightly darker green comforter. A white washed dresser and chest were on the left wall, placed apart enough to notice. On the opposite side of the room, there was a Slytherin colored crib with a mobile of silver snakes and lions. Hermione giggled at that.

"Just wait until he sees those. I bet he'll tire himself out by trying to pull the lions off. Maybe he'll even go as far as to toss them out the window." She thought as she kept giggling. Over to the left of the crib was a matching changing table. Hermione's eyes widened (again!!!), then the giggle fit came back full force, and then stopped suddenly.

Groaning, she realized exactly what that meant. "Oh well, comes with the territory I suppose."

Hermione walked over into the bathroom, Draco in arms, looking around in amazement at the size of the area. For a bathroom, it was huge! It was floored with marble looking tile, but, like the kitchen, felt like carpet. There was a large bathtub, with added jets, off in the left corner. In the right corner was a large shower. Sinks and such were opposite of them. A walk in closet could be seen from their position.

Snapping out of the self-induced trance, Hermione moved toward the bath, seeing that baby shampoo, bubble bath soap, and a toddler bath seat (they do have those) were already there.

"Madam Pomfrey thought of everything possible!" After turning on the faucets and making sure the water temperature was appropriate, Hermione set on the task of undressing Draco. Magic would have been quicker, but using magic on a child, or in this case a teen turned toddler, could have some nasty side-effects, even for something as minor as removing clothing.

Actually doing the deed was very difficult, mainly because of the fact that Draco was asleep while trying to accomplish it. Hermione finally managed and was also able to get him situated in the toddler seat, all without ever waking him up. Grabbing a washcloth from the stack on the counter to start off with, she began the task, though as if on auto pilot, since her gaze never left Draco's face.

As gentle as she was though, Draco still started to regain consciousness from the stir of it all. Seeing him awakening, Hermione started speeding up the washing, in hopes of somehow finishing before he came too completely. Those hopes were smashed fast.

Draco started waking up, and the first thing he noticed was that he was in water. Panic took over, and he wildly kicked and moved as if trying to swim, still not fully awake.

"Where am I? More importantly, HOW DID I END UP IN WATER?" Blinking too rapidly to actually see where he was and who he was with, Draco started splashing around to escape, though his movement was restricted from the toddler bath seat. Hermione, at this time, had finally finished the bath and started unhooking him from the seat, with one hand while the other clutched a fluffy towel with a warming charm placed on it. As soon as he was unfastened, she scooped him up into the towel and was trying, again, to sooth him. Unknowingly, he clutched tight to her.

Soft words broke through Draco's thoughts of confusion.

"Shhhh, you're alright. It's okay. The bath is over." Hermione said over and over.

"How am I okay? Wait, bath???" Draco finally opened his eyes fully. He was pressed against Hermione, so he tried to push away to see exactly where he was. She let up a little bit, but not much.

The moment Draco realized what just happened, his entire face began turning pink, then red, and then nearly pure crimson!

"What in bloody hell is wrong with me today!?!? Honestly, Malfoy's do NOT cry, whimper, or anything in that category! And they especially do NOT cling to a MUDBLOOD!!!" His thoughts kept swirling around in that state of mind, though they couldn't focus on much else, such as Hermione moving to the closet to grab him a rainbow onesy (one piece baby suit) and were now heading back to the bedroom, more specifically the changing table. He didn't notice a thing, that is, until she placed him on the changing table and took the towel away. If his face was red before, it was kicked up a few notches.

"Merlin, if you're listening, answer me my one request and KILL ME NOW!!!" This was utterly humiliating! Kicking and squirming didn't do him much good either, since the table was also equipped with a sticky charm to keep him from moving around too much. By the time she had finished changing him into his night clothes, Draco was completely wiped out.

NEUC