There was a loud bang and a cloud of smoke that came from the back of the classroom. Everyone turned to look at Seamus, who was coughing and spluttering from the smoke, but to everyone's surprise he hadn't been covered in black charcoal with a disgusted Malfoy standing next to him like everyone had expected.

"Bl-oodly h-ell..." coughed a voice as the smoke cleared. Hermione knew exactly who it was from the moment he spoke his in famous catch phrase, though it normally had 'Harry' or 'Hermione' on the end of it. The two boys appeared from the smoke, faces covered in black Blaise just smirked as though he found it amusing and Ron was still coughing whilst waving his arms around trying to clear the smoke.

"Now, what happened here?" Slughorn spoke up, waddling over to them.

"Sir, Zabini did it, he put the snake fangs in before the lace wing flies!" Ron snapped.

"Oh please Weasley, I was just doing as I was told, you told me to add 3 snake fangs, crush the lace wing flies and add them too then stir anti-clockwise 4 times!" The tall Italian boy stood, wiping his face from the charcoal and Hermione could help but think he looked some what attractive, but the thought soon passed when Ron spoke again.

"What a load of b-"

"Don't even think about it Mr. Weasley! Five points from both of you for not being able to co-operate, and don't tell me it's because of your house rivalries. Look at Miss. Parkinson and Miss. Brown, their potion is done and almost perfect! Even Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Finnigan have done well." The teacher said.

"I resent that." said Seamus.

"I say that we should try the potion out on Weaslebee, see if it works." Draco smirked and Blaise snickered.

"Shove off Malfoy, why don't you try it!" Ron had his wand out now "Wingardium Leviosa!" he yelled and suddenly Malfoy and Seamus' cauldron was floating.

"RONALD WEASLEY YOU PUT THAT CAULDRON DOWN RIGHT NOW!" Hermione yelled.

"Fine." Ron muttered and then a small, Slytherin like smirk slipped onto his face.

"Ronald DO-" and then another loud crashing sound and Draco was covered in the potion he had just brewed.

"MR. WEASLEY! MCGONAGALS OFFICE, NOW!" Slughorn screamed and Ron collected his stuff and walked out the door.

"Malfoy? Did you drink any of the potion poured on yo- wait where are you?" Seamus said half concerned half trying not to break out into unstoppable laughter. The rest of the class had now gone silent waiting for the Slytherin princes response.

"OWCHIES, why does my head hurt so bwad!" he said, crawling out from under the cauldron, tears swimming in his eyes. Yes, the Slytherin prince/Sex god/Death eater was now pouting like a five year old child whose mum wouldn't let them get any chocolates today. Not only that, but he was actually the size of a 5 year old! Malfoy had turned back into his five year old self.
Needless to say this sent the whole class into a fit of laughter. Even Slughorn was finding it hard to hold back a chuckl.

"Um, I'm going to take that as a yes, Mr. Malfoy due to the fact that we weren't actually going to be testing the potion I don't actually have any of the antidote around and it takes about 3 weeks to brew. I don't know how much you swallowed so i don't know how long you are going to be like this but i guess I'll start making the antidote now. Once everyone one is finished leave your potions I'll look at them later and you may be dismissed. Uh, who has there next class with Mr. Malfoy?" he asked.

Hermione, Blaise, Neville and Pansy put their hands up. Though Hermione cursed herself for not being able to get the house points she so rightfully deserved for completing a perfect potion.

"Miss. Granger & Mr. Longbottom, since you're done and have cleaned up. Please if you will take Mr. Malfoy to his next class?" They nodded and the teacher handed her a piece of parchment that had an explanation of the situation on it. Hermione went up to the sitting Draco who looked up at her and his pout went into a blank expression, his once grey eyes now a bright blue, Hermione couldn't help but think the trait was adorable. His blue eyes looked her up and down studying her, half of her wanted to slap him for being a perv but the other half knew that he was in a child like state and that he'd only be trying to figure out weather she was friend or foe.

"Fer-Draco?" She spoke and gave him a half smile.

"You're weally pwetty." He stated and her eyes widened in shock, and the class room went silent again.

"Um, would you please come with me?" she asked trying not to think about his last statement.

"Okie dokie!" he said smiling up at her and getting to his feet. Luckily the potion was clear and his robes had shrunk with him. She stood up, and her Neville and Draco left the room.

"Who's dis?" he asked.

"This is Neville, and im Hermione." She said sternly.

"Oh, okay..." he said and was silent for a few seconds and then, "Is Nevwille you're boyfwiend Hermiowne?" How many things like that was this kid going to say before he gave Hermione a heart attack?

"Uh, No he's not." she replied calmly even though she was screaming in confusion inside.

"Good." He mumbled under his breath so they didn't hear.

"Hermiowne? Have you ever held hands with someone?" He asked.

"Um, Yeah, have you?" She knew this was a stupid question, everyone had held hands with someone even if it was the mum or da-

"No..." he said looking down sadly. Hermione and Neville looked down at the bleach blonde hair that walked between them in surprise, even Neville who didn't remember much of his parents knew he had held hands with them and with Luna. It was a shock to both the Gryffindor's that the prince of Slytherin had never held hands with someone. Though this didn't mean he hasn't he just didn't when he was five.

"Not even your mum?" Neville spoke.

"No..." he said quietly. Then his little head perked up and he looked back and forth between the two of them. "W-Would, D-do youw fink i c-cwould m-maybe hold hawnds wit youw's?" He stuttered shyly. This made the two Gryffindor's look at each other in shock, Neville had agreed on a friendship but this was taking it a bit to far but then he felt sorry for the little boy and held out his hand, which the boy took. Hermione still hated the fact that it was Draco and all that, but the look that he gave her with through his big, sapphire blue orbs she couldn't help but stick her and out for him and he took it without hesitation.

"What are we dowing Hermiowne?" the 5 year old Draco said still holding her and Neville's hand, (they were starting to get uncomfortable with the looks they were getting in the corridors) though they had both realized that he wasn't paying much attention to the tall dark haired Gryffindor, he'd had taken a particular interest in knowing everything there was to be about Hermione Granger.

"We're going to class, Draco." she said and the boy nodded as if he knew what she was talking about, though she knew the boy was very smart, but he wouldn't know what classes were until he was at least 8. By the time they got to the next class (they had taken a detour passed the great hall seeing they had time to spare) the bleached blonde boy had known her favorite colour, her favorite book and her favorite flavor crystal-cream, which was the wizard version of ice-cream. The questions didn't stop though, he continued to ask her about he family as though he'd never had one and what she was like as a child. When she had mentioned that she didn't grow up with up magic, he wasn't repulsed and disgusted as she though he would but more interested in her his eye glistened and watched her carefully as she spoke and made sure he didn't miss a single word she said. Hermione for this a bit unsettling but continued to humor the boy that was still attached to her.

Though Neville would never say it to the head girl, or boy for that matter, he did rather like the form his body was in now and very much like to keep it that way, he could see the relationship between them deepening and was thinking that if Draco could get to Hermione he would most defiantly be able to get to the golden trio and the rest of Gryffindor's and make his mother proud, the thing was, would Draco be able to continue being nice to the girl he was so infatuated with at the moment?

The rest of the day was tiring for Hermione, she realized that her and Draco had all their classes together, apart from the fact he was to take Muggle Studies as a subject due to his blood line, (This had been taken into consideration when they were chosen for the heads, they would have the same spares and would be available for meetings at the same time) Hermione cursed herself as she realized just how much time she would actually be having to spend with the blonde haired boy. Not only that but she was now put in charge of the 5 year old boy and was expected to walk him to all his classes and back to the door afterwards, take him to the great hall for, breakfast, lunch & dinner, she was even expected to take him to the bathroom! 'Merlin save me! Curse you McGonagall!' she though finally able to go to bed after Draco had finally drifted off to sleep in his bed. Her head hit the pillow and she was asleep, just like that.

Hermione was woken during the night by a whimper, and soft crying. She sat up quickly and listened to the sound. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and stood from her bed. She walked down stairs to there common room and the cries got louder she soon realized the cries where coming from Malfoy's room.

She walked back to her room and put her dressing gown on and quickly walked up to the head boys dorm the cries and whimpers where now turned in to screams of pain and hurt, Hermione ran though the door and over to the boys bed, he had kicked the covers off him, was sweating and tossing and turning like crazy, tears slid from his closed eyes and down his pale white cheeks, she froze for a second as she herd him mumble something. He calmed down a little.

"Draco?" she whispered. He said nothing.

"Draco? Are you okay?" she said, slightly louder this time. He whimpered and cried, again tossing and turning, at this point she realized he was having a nightmare. She sat on the bed next to the boy and shook him gently. He didn't wake, he just screamed as if he was in complete and utter pain, Hermione winced and closed her eyes, though everything she had been through she thought that this was the most terrifying, no matter weather it was Malfoy or not, no-body deserved to be in this much pain, asleep or otherwise and then he spoke again.

"But why do I have to be mean father?" there was a pause, "No, there was a girl named Isabella in my kinder and she said that she didn't know about magic and her mum-" another pause, "I-I'm s-sorry f-father, p-please d-don't-" and then he screamed again. Hermione had, had enough, the boy was having a nightmare about his own father.

"Draco, wake up!" but he wouldn't wake she figured he was a very deep sleeper, so all she could do was try to calm him in his sleep.

"Draco listen to me, you're okay, you're safe, he can't hurt you any more." he stopped tossing and turning and was breathing deeply, still with a look of pain on his face.

She did what her mother told her she did when Hermione was having nightmares, she pushed the hair from his face and stroked his cheek with her thumb. His face soften with the contact.

"You're okay know Draco, you're safe." she repeated. He smiled and snuggled his head into her hand so his face was now cupped by her hand. She smiled and pulled the blankets and covered him again. With that she walked back to the door. She turned to look at the boy, she smiled and retreated back to he room, little did she know they boy, once she, left kept talking, but not to his father this time, but to his mother, who always had a much nicer nature.

-Draco's dream-

"Mummy, I met a girl today, she was nice, she reminded me of you. She was funny, smart, and very pretty." he said looking at his mother, his eyes sparkled from the light of the fire he was sitting in front of. His mother smiled slightly.

"Really? What was her name Draco?" she asked smile still on her face.

"Hermione." he said, his mothers smile fell to a blank expression and as he looked into the fire with a peaceful smile on his face.

"Draco, do me a favour?" his mother said, barely a whisper, but he herd her and looked at he with a concerned look.

"Yes mummy?" he asked.

"Don't get to attached to her okay? Also don't left your father know, I doubt he'll be anything but thrilled by this." her eyes flickered with fear and all Draco could do was nod. He stood and went to give his mother a hug. He longed for her to hug him back, but there was no movement on her part. He looked down to cover up the tears that played on if eyes and went to his room to bed.