A/N) The chapter is called Drakie Poo for a reason. You'll see why.
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'Hermione's animangus is amazing!' was all Draco thought as he walked to the great hall. When he entered, Draco was attacked by someone with long black hair.
"Drakie Poo!" the girl screeched.
"Bugger off, Parkinson!" Draco growled; he had become even better at growling since he became an animangus.
"But, Drakie, we're meant for each other," Pansy whined.
"I said get away!" Draco yelled gaining the attention of the entire hall.
Pansy glared at Draco but refused to leave him alone.
"Weasley, a little help please," Draco pleaded.
Ron smiled, "Gladly."
Ron stalked over and dragged Pansy off Draco so that he could get food for Hermione, "Thanks, Ron."
"Mind if I tag along?" Ron asked as he handed Pansy off to Blaise.
"I'm sure Mione will appreciate your company. She was asking for Ginny earlier, can you get your sister?"
Ron nodded and ran off to find Ginny. The pair of red heads got back to Draco just as he grabbed the last piece of food before leaving. Blaise released Pansy as they left the hall, and unfortunately, she followed Draco out.
"How did she get here?" Draco complained as the three of them climbed the stairs.
"I don't know," Ron replied frowning. "I hope she doesn't do anything to Mione."
Draco snarled, "She won't get anywhere near my girls!"
"What're you gonna do? Bite her ankles?" Ron laughed, but Draco was serious; no one would hurt Hermione, Amber, or Emily. After a pause, Ron gulped and apologized for his attempt at humor.
It wasn't long before the group reached the common room, with Pansy following. Draco whispered the password, and they entered not noticing the figure that crept in behind them.
Mione wasn't in the room, so Draco told the Weasleys to wait where they were as he went to get her from the bedroom. Draco smiled when he saw her curled around Amber in the form of a Yorkie.
"Mione," Draco whispered gently shaking her.
He saw her eyes open, then she returned to her human form gently picking up the puppy, "Sorry, I must have fallen asleep."
"Don't worry, Mione. I know you're tired, but I have dinner waiting in the common room."
Hermione's eyes brightened at the mention of food. That seemed to be a common response since she was pregnant with Amber and now that she's nursing. He led her out to the common room where there was no sign of the unwanted guest hiding in a corner near the bookshelf.
"I'll go get Emily. How about you greet your guests," Draco smiled pecking her on the lips.
Hermione nodded and quickly walked over to greet Ginny and Ron. Ginny immediately snatched up Amber and directed her friend to eat. "You need to keep your strength up," she said.
"Trust me, you don't have to tell me twice," Hermione giggled. "I probably eat more than Ron now."
Ginny shook her head as Hermione dug into the food Draco had brought. Draco, who was watching through the door to Emily's room smiled at the three friends, but he could tell something was missing. As much as he hated Potter, he knew Mione missed the friendship she once had with him.
Once Hermione had finished eating, she sat with her two best friends to catch up on what she had missed the past week. The three chatted for a long time before the red headed duo decided it was time to leave. They said their goodbyes, and Draco came out with Emily to snuggle with his three favorite girls.
"I saw Parkinson today," Draco began. "She still doesn't get that I don't like her."
"Just ignore her, Draco. She's not worth worrying about."
"You don't get it, Mione. If she finds out about us, she'll hurt you," Draco cried. "She's ruthless, and she won't stop till she gets what she wants. Promise me you won't leave the dorm."
"I wasn't planning on it anyways," Mione replied calming Draco.
Pansy chose then to reveal herself, "Draco is mine you Mudblood!"
Before anyone could react, Pansy shot a spell at Hermione that hit Amber by accident. The small puppy began to whimper, and Draco took out his wand and yelled, "Petrificus Totalis!"
Pansy was locked in place giving the couple the chance to check over the puppy. The spell had created a gash across the poor thing's back, and Hermione couldn't take it; she started to cry. Thankfully, Draco knew the spell to heal his child's wound. The gash knit itself back together, but Amber wasn't entirely safe yet. She had already lost quite a bit more blood than any puppy her size should be able to handle, but Draco didn't know how to help her.
"Mione, please, pull yourself together. Amber needs you. I don't know how to help her any further, and she's lost a lot of blood," Draco said to the sobbing woman.
"In the bathroom," Hermione rasped. "There's a vile of blue liquid. Get it."
Draco nodded, and placing Emily on the couch, he rushed off to the bathroom. Just like Hermione had said, the vial was there, and he rushed back to hand it off to the distraught mother. Mione took the vial, and tipped it into Amber's mouth praying that she'd swallow. Amber did then lied still. Draco feared the worst, but a touch to the small figure told him she was breathing.
"It's a blood potion," Hermione told him. "It'll help her replenish the blood she lost, but she'll be sleeping for a little while as it works it's magic."
Draco nodded before turning back to the no longer petrified Pansy. He disarmed her and bound her in ropes using the incarcerous spell.
"What do we do with her?"
"Take her to McGonagall," Hermione replied.
Draco nodded and began to drag Pansy out.
"All that fuss over a little dog," Pansy sneered once they were out of the common room.
Draco clenched his jaw, "That dog happens to be the only way my daughter can live. She was still born, and McGonagall transfigured her into that form so that she may have life."
"Oh really," Pansy uttered. "What about our child? Why didn't she do that for it?"
"It's very difficult magic, Parkinson. I'm amazed she did it for Hermione and I."
By that point, the pair had reached McGonagall's office, and Draco said the password to let them in. He explained the situation to the headmistress, and she called on the minister.
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Pansy's a right bitch, isn't she? Well, she won't be a problem anymore. There's not going to be much more, I'm literally almost done. Just a few more chapters, then 18 years later. I love how most people do 19 years later after the seventh year, but they don't realize that they're a year into the 19 years later making it 18 years left. Love all of ya.
