THE AUTHOR IS NOT DEAD. I REPEAT. THE AUTHOR IS NOT DEAD! Sorry about the extremely long delay. SOMEONE (pointed look) lost my previous chapters while helping me edit a few things. Sry about the shortness of the chapter, but this is all i have at the moment.

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DMM CH.19

After about an hour of twisting, tying, and a ton of frustration from both of the apartment occupants, a read and silver crisscross pattern playpen was placed in one of the corners of the living room, and both teen and toddler were staring at the ceiling while lying flat on their backs. Hermione groaned at the chime of the clock, letting her know that dinner time was fast approaching and she would have to get up. Sending one last death glare at the clock while the final chime of five played out, the young witch sat up with another groan of protest and irritation. The tot beside her rolled over and quirked an eyebrow with a slight look of annoyance, much like the one he had worn as a teen. Quirking her own eyebrow in response, Hermione made it to her feet then bent down for Draco. Once done gathering him in her arms comfortably, the teen tiredly made her way over to the highchair to set down her load so she could use both of her hands to cook. When she successfully got him in the chair, she gave him the somewhat universal sign for 'I've got my eyes on you' and went to get the ingredients from the fridge.

Annoyed at being placed in yet another 'infernal child contraption', Draco kicked the highchair with his heels repeatedly, as if it would let go if hit in the right places. "Ow! Stupid bloody chair! Open up, Damn it!" He was too busy with his inner ranting to notice his guardian reappear with a bluish-green U.B.F.S. in hand. Seeing his distraction, Hermione got the first spoonful to his lips. She smiled as he opened his mouth automatically, and was able to get the substance on his tongue before another incident occurred.

When Draco realized something was in his mouth and had no idea as to how it got there, the reaction was obvious; spit it out. The only problem was that he spit it out on Hermione…

Closing her eyes to hopefully contain some sort of composure, Hermione set the container down and swiftly walked over to the kitchen sink. The substance was everywhere; her hair, face, and clothes were splattered with the bluish-green material. Sighing to herself, she took one of the many colorful washrags near the sink and began the tedious task of cleaning up the gunk. "Note to self: no more baby food that isn't a natural color. Maybe I should try giving him some mashed bananas or something."

Unable to contain his excitement of yet another success in creating a ruckus with the mudblood, Draco began doing what any normal toddler would do in a similar situation, giggle. "Take that, Mudblood. See exactly what you were trying to shove down my throat? That food, or potion experiment gone completely amiss, not sure which, should not even be considered to enter this apartment! Disgusting!"

Finally free of the ghastly stuff, Hermione walked back to the highchair and grabbed the container and spoon. Staying within the toddler's line of sight, she said, "You know, this stuff is revolting! I have absolutely no idea as to what this is, but I know for a fact that food shouldn't be this color. What did you like as a teen? Has to be soft though, something like mashed banana or peas." That said, she walked straight to the trashcan and dropped the jar inside and put the spoon in the sink.

Puzzled that the girl was actually asking his preferences instead of just forcing him to eat the food again, the tot merely nodded along when she said mashed banana.

Sighing in content this time, the bookworm began the task of making the new substance, that hopefully wouldn't make its way onto her persona as the last one.

NEUC is back in action baby :)

AGAIN, srry about the delay. ANYONE WHO ANSWERED THE LAST RIDDLE WILL GET THE NEXT FULL CHAPTER! ANSWER THIS ONE AND YOU GET THE REGULAR PREVIEW!

RIDDLE: the one who makes it, sells it. the one who buys it, never uses it. the one who uses it, never knows they are using it. WHAT IS IT?

BYE FOR NOW!

-NEUC