DMM CH.9

Hermione walked back into the hallway and towards the kitchen, knowing the other two would be in there with the bottle. When she got in there, Ron was trying to get answers out of Harry. He saw her, and the now little Draco in her arms, and started seeing red, or in other words, getting REALLY PISSED OFF!

"Hermione! How in Merlin's name could you cheat on me with some blonde headed git? You haven't even gone that far with me yet, and you turn around and have a child!!!" Ron ranted, clearly not seeing the horrified expressions on all of the other inhabitants of the room.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLY! You honestly think I would do something like that?! Do you even hear yourself right now?!!" Hermione fumed, red in the face. She glanced down at Draco, seeing his face start to flush and his eyes getting wide. Sighing, Hermione said, "We'll explain this here in a moment, but right now, I think it would be best to just feed Draco his bottle and put him back to bed," while grabbing the bottle from the counter and placing it at the now toddler's lips.

Draco took the bottle without a fight, hoping to finish it as fast as possible to avoid staying any longer.

Ron still was a fiery shade of red, apparently not making the correct connection of the name. "THIS IS MALFOY'S CHILD?! OF ALL PEOPLE, MALFOY?!"

Draco spit half of the bottle back out after hearing this, then started a string of what may have been curses at Ron.

Hermione was positively livid at this point.

Harry had to place himself between the two in order to keep her from slapping Ron across the face. "Ron, you have it completely wrong. Why don't you stop talking before you get yourself killed?!" Harry said while trying to push him in the opposite direction of Hermione. Thankfully, he succeeded in getting him out of reach of Hermione.

For the next 10 minutes, the apartment was in silence.

Draco finished the little of his bottle that was left and was drowsy.

Hermione went back into the bedroom and put him back to bed, tucking him in as he passed out. She quietly left the room, then darted straight for the living room, heat rising to her face in anger. The moment she entered the room, she made a large silencio spellaround the area, then the shouting/explanation began.

"OF ALL THE IDIOTIC ASSUMPTIONS, YOU THINK THAT I WOULD EVEN CONCIDER DOING THAT WITH DRACO MALFOY!!!" Hermione screamed. Taking a short pause, she tried to compose herself in a calmer manner. "Ronald, there are a few things wrong with your accusations earlier."

Ron was still beside himself, but decided to let Hermione explain before he jumped in a possible attempt at suicide. "Exactly how are the wrong? I see you, in your own apartment, with a small child that looks a lot like the ferret. I'm not blind or in need of an eye check, so how am I supposed to look at this?" He said.

Hermione sighed, then looked from the ceiling to Ron. "Well, for one thing, how could I have kept a child a secret? You would have seen any signs of pregnancy, you were practically with me at every possible moment, and Draco Malfoy hates me!" Ron opened his mouth to retort, but Hermione held up her hand. "Wait, were you not in potions when it happened?" She questioned.

Instead of Ron, it was Harry who answered. "I think he was putting ingredients away when the cauldron exploded."

Ron looked from Harry to Hermione and back again, obviously confused again. "During potions, Draco and I were to make a deaging potion. At the end, he was in a hurry and messed up, causing the potion to cloud around him and turn him into a toddler. The child you saw earlier was Draco, not his spawn." Hermione explained.

Slowly, Ron's expression stilled and he apparently understood. "And your being forced to care for the git?! Has Dumbledore lost it?" Ron asked.

"I'm not completely sure about the last one, but I am his guardian until he is returned to his original age." Hermione said.

"We are here if you need us to do anything." Ron and Harry added.

Just then, the clock on top of the entertainment area struck ten.

"Well, we need to be going. If Filch catches us out after curfew again, we'll end up with a week of detention. We'll see you later?" Harry said.

"Of course you will. I'm excused from classes for the next two weeks, but you guys are welcome here anytime. The password is Renaissance." Hermione stated.

"We'll bring you the homework tomorrow. Bye 'Mione." Ron said as he stepped out into the corridor, and Harry followed.

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