DMM CH.11

Back in the bathroom, Hermione was finally free of the soiled shirt and had put on the clean one. "Okay Hermione, stay calm. He's just a baby. He couldn't have meant to do that, it's just what they do. Maybe I should look back in those parenting books for advice, possibly even reread them and take notes!"

At that moment, her watch started to beep like crazy. Grabbing it off of the counter, a message flashed across the screen. It read 'Draco's check-up! 15 min.!' "I completely forgot! How could I forget something so important?!" Hermione took one last look in the mirror, noting that she was completely clean and didn't show this morning's accident, and rushed to the door.

Draco was pissed. All he had done was get out of the bloody crib and try to look around, and then the Goody-Goody guardian runs out, scoops him up like some sort of play thing, and puts him back in the bloody crib without a way out.

"Well, what do I do now?" Was all he could think of. Fast paced footsteps were coming down the bathroom hallway again.

"At least this is interesting enough." Draco thought as Hermione burst through the hallway entrance and toward the baby supplies.

Hermione gathered everything she thought she could possibly need from nappies to bottles to a baby blanket. After hastily placing everything into a light blue baby bag, she then proceeded to Draco's crib, taking in his rather bored/angered features.

"We have to hurry and make it to the hospital wing on time. Don't want to be late for your first appointment, do we?" Hermione said in an extremely perky tone, obviously forced to end the silence. Before the boy could even react, she again scooped him up into her arms and headed for the portrait entrance.

Hallway, corridor, turn, nearly fall down staircase, turn, stop to let Quidditch team cross hall, turn, fake smiles at Filch, turn, THERE! (I couldn't think of any useless filler ;P)

Hermione stepped through the doors to the hospital wing, with Draco squirming desperately to get out of her grasp. No such luck. His struggle was proven useless when she threatened to 'pull out a stroller'. That stopped him within the first few seconds of the words leaving her mouth.

Looking around the spacious infirmary, Hermione spotted the Med. Witch sifting through multiple potion vials, probably checking the labeled expiration date. Setting the way to cheery smile back on her face, she crossed the room with Draco in arms.

"Sorry we are running late Madam Pomfrey. We were stopped by the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and Filch on our way here." She said quickly, sitting down on one of the matching white beds.

"It's alright dear. As you can see, this is one of the rare days when the infirmary doesn't have any occupants, though I have a feeling that its status will change here in a few hours. The first year Gryffindors have both Potions and Transfiguration this afternoon."

Hermione nodded in understanding and Draco rolled his eyes in disgust.

"Now, as for your reason for being here," The healer muttered a spell, transfiguring one of the white cots into a changing table, "Let's check Mr. Malfoy and see if the deaging potion had any unseen effects." The healer set to work, casting a few basic diagnostic spells recording the results. Hermione made herself comfortable on the cot and watched the madam run through her examination.

Over 20 minutes of near silence was interrupted by the opening of the infirmary doors. Ron walked over to the little group, the understanding side from the night before long gone, and stood right in front of Hermione. His face was blank, but his eyes betrayed him. Their pools of ocean water were swirling with emotion, mostly anger. "Can I talk to you? Out in the hall?" He asked, but it was more over a command. His voice was ridged, like he was holding back, ready to yell and argue. She thought he must have forgotten their conversation the night before, making that be the source of his obvious frustration.

Hermione merely nodded, excused herself and promising the healer that it wouldn't take long, and followed Ron into the hallway.

NEUC