Hermione could not believe what had just happened. She was staring down at an abandoned pile of robes and was sure a tiny Draco must be hidden within them. Her mind raced…what should she do? The obvious right answer would be to tell Snape, he'd be able to administer the antidote with no problem.

But then something went through Hermione's mind…You don't like the idea of shrinking out of the robes you barely fill in…Then again a mudblood like you could never fill out wizard's robes…

Hermione was going to make Draco pay for those words. For all the nasty words he gave her over the years, for all the suggestive glances, for the way he had treated Harry and Ron and Neville…

Hermione looked around. Pansy had dragged Neville's attention back to the potion they were still working on. Everyone else was working at their own desks, not aware that a potion had just been spilled, let alone a student shrunk.

Hermione ducked down under the pretense of cleaning up the potion. Instead of reaching for the overturned cauldron she reached inside of Draco's robes. She felt an odd tingling throughout her body; Draco was inside there somewhere, tiny, naked, and entirely at Hermione's mercy. For some reason the thought made Hermione snigger maliciously.

She felt around, growing slightly nervous. What if someone discovered what she was trying to do? She sped up her search…and then her hands came across something small, warm, and fleshy.

Hermione closed her hand around Malfoy's little body and pulled him quickly out of his robes, almost shaking with anticipation. Chills ran down her body as she felt him struggling in her hand, desperate to get out.

Hermione looked down at her little captive. Malfoy was staring up at her with a look of shock and fear on her face. She had never seen Malfoy look so scared and vaunerable, even when he had been a ferret. She quickly closed her fingers around Malfoy so that no one would see, then quickly deposited him in her robe pocket.

As she stood up from the mess her mind raced. People were starting to notice that her cauldrin had spilled. She quickly pushed the pile of abandoned robes under the desk with her foot and tried to look shocked and dissapointed at her spilled cauldrin.

"Miss Granger, your clumsiness has resulted in zero marks for the day." Snape said, bearing down on her. Snape's eyes started moving to Hermione's right, looking towards where Malfoy had been sitting just a second before. Hermione needed a plan, and suddenly it came to her.

"Proffessor?" She said, faking a pained expression on her face. "I think I'm breaking out in burns!"

"Burns?" Said Snape, surveying her. "I don't see any burns."

"They're—not—where—you—can—see—them" Hemione gasped, feigning a more and more desperate look.

"Your clothes aren't even…" Started Snape.

"Please!" Moaned Hermione. She was pulling off the most pained expression she could manage. The anticipation she felt in her was almost as unbearable as her face looked.

"Very well." Snapped Snape. "Hospital wing, Granger!" Hermione practically ran from the room, hearing Snape shout as she ran, "And twenty points from Gryffindor for your inability to keep a cauldrin straight. Potter! Weasley! Clean this up!"

Hermione moved quickly through the halls making her way back up to the Gryffindor Common Room. She couldn't wait to be alone in her room with the tiny Draco. She stuck her hand into her pocket and felt Draco gingerly as she continued down the hallway. He would be completely at her whim, she could do whatever she wanted.

She made her way to the portrait of the Fat Lady, gave her the password, and ran into the empty Gryffindor Common Room. She dashed across the room and up the girls' staircase and into her dormitory. She jumped up onto her bed and closed the curtians. She reached her hand into her pocket and pulled out the stunned little Draco.

She held the struggling Draco up to her face before putting him down on her knee. She smiled at the look of utter panic on his face.

"Well, it's just you and me now Draco." Hermione sneered.