All recognizable characters and places are property of JKR and I’m just borrowing :)
“Alright Zabini, Malfoy, we’re leaving.”
Harry was standing in the doorway, swinging a rucksack on his back. Blaise was sitting at the desk writing, and Draco looked up at Harry from his bed, reading.
“Come again, Potter?” Draco asked lazily, “I thought I heard you say we were leaving this place.”
Harry rolled his eyes and threw two empty duffle bags into the room. “Pack whatever you think you’ll need for a few days and meet us downstairs in fifteen minutes.”
He left the room and Blaise and Draco looked at one another. They each scrambled for a bag and sorted through their belongings, haphazardly shoving clothes and books into the bags.
They bolted from the room together, jostling each other on the stairs, vying to be the first to the kitchen. When they tumbled to the bottom of the landing, they met a pair of sandal-clad feet.
“Don’t get up on my account,” Hermione smirked from above them. She stepped over the tangle of limbs and made her way to the kitchen.
Righting themselves, they exchanged elbows as they entered the drawing room.
Ginny was standing at the desk, unfolding a worn-looking map. Harry and Hermione entered from the kitchen, carrying with them several items of interest. On the coffee table, Hermione set down three tumblers, three vials, and generous bottle of potion.
“What’s all this then?” Blaise asked, sitting next to Hermione on the couch.
Hermione tucked her hair behind her ears and uncorked the bottle of potion.
“This,” she began, “as you may or may not recognize, is-“
“Polyjuice Potion,” Draco interrupted.
“Right,” she finished, handing a glass each to Blaise and Draco.
“And why are you trying to change us? Don’t you like us the way we are?”
Hermione smirked. “I think I’ll like you much better this way.”
“Why? What are we doing?”
Harry walked over and sat in the chair next to Draco.
“Well, remember how you complain to us almost every day about not having wands?” Harry ignored Draco’s hand gesture and continued. “We’ve finally been able to get hairs from a pair of eleven year old boys. Twins.” Harry grinned. “I’ll be playing your father.”
Draco groaned loudly. “Can’t I have Granger as my mum?”
Hermione laughed and shook her head. “Not likely, Malfoy, I have no desire to go prematurely grey.”
Harry chuckled and took the third tumbler. “We’ll be going to the new wand shop in Diagon Alley, as a home-schooled family.”
Blaise opened his mouth and shut it, looking skeptical.
“Is this the wisest idea? There is nothing I would love more than to hold a wand again, but surely there is a safer way.”
“Blaise, you and I both know I excelled at Potions, so the quality of the potion shouldn’t be of concern,” Hermione began.
Draco looked at his friend and mouthed “Blaise?”
Blaise’s lips twitched into a crooked smile, and focused on Hermione’s words.
“And we’ve all done loads of errands using my Polyjuice Potion, so I really don’t see-”
“No offense intended, Granger, I was just wondering if it was safest to send Potter with us,” Blaise interrupted her with a grin.
Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. Standing up, she made her way to Ginny who was memorizing the map.
Harry reached for the bag he brought with him and pulled out several sets of clothes. From a pocket, he retrieved two watches. After checking them with his own, he handed one each to Blaise and Draco.
“The plan is relatively simple. In fifteen minutes, we will take the Polyjuice and change into our muggle clothes. You will side-along Apparate with me to an abandoned warehouse.”
“Where you will proceed to murder us and run back to Granger laughing your arse off.” Draco finished accusingly.
Blaise laughed and Harry shook his head.
“Tempting, Malfoy, but wrong. We will then make our way to Diagon Alley, outfit you both with a new wand, and Disapparate to our next destination. Ideally it will take just under one hour, keeping us well inside the time limit.”
“Question!” Draco exclaimed, sitting up straight in his chair and waving his hand in a way that tempted Hermione to smack him.
Harry sighed and looked at Blaise, imploringly. Blaise smiled sardonically and shrugged.
“Several actually, Professor Potter,” Harry rubbed his temples, “First of all, why did you have Blaise and I pack our stuff?”
Harry opened to his mouth to answer, but Draco continued.
“Second, where are we going?”
There was a collective groan when he started again.
“Third, where is the gold for wands coming from?”
Draco attempted to continue but Harry held up a hand.
“Merlin, Malfoy, keep that up and you won’t be coming with us.”
Ginny came over and sat on the arm of Harry’s chair, her hands on his temples.
“Well, Malfoy, to answer your barrage of questions,” she began, “We had you pack your things because we are going away for a week. We can’t tell you where we are going until we get there, but I’m sure you will enjoy it. And don’t worry about gold, we’re all set in that department.”
Harry looked up gratefully at Ginny, and squeezed her arm.
“Was that supposed to be an imitation of me?” Hermione asked Draco mulishly. “It wasn’t very good.”
Draco smirked in response and leaned back in his chair. “I dunno, Granger, I thought it was spot on. Trust me I’ve had many a year to watch the show from the back of the classroom.”
Hermione scowled then grinned devilishly. “Watching me for years, Malfoy? How sweet.”
Draco pinked slightly and muttered something as Blaise laughed heartily with Hermione.
When the sound of three watches beeping in unison interrupted bickering between Hermione and Draco, Harry stood up.
“It’s time boys,” he said, handing back the tumblers to Blaise and Draco lifting his own, “Bottom’s up.”
The three simultaneously drained their glasses with minimal gagging, and Ginny opened the door.
“Out! I don’t need to see any scrawny eleven year old bodies.”
Draco and Blaise rushed out into the hallway, pulling up their loosening trousers.
Minutes later, they entered the room, much to the amusement of the remaining occupants.
Blaise and Draco had transformed into two young boys, both blonde and small. Upon hearing the laughter, they folded their arms in identical poses.
“Come now sons, let’s not waste any time!” Harry said jovially, his ruddy cheeks bouncing as he spoke.
“How did two such fine looking boys come from such a fat oaf?” Draco asked Blaise, and immediately clapped a hand over his mouth, shocked at the pitch.
Hermione and Ginny were sent into fresh peals of laugher and were joined by Harry and Blaise.
Draco scowled, pulling a face eerily similar to his own. “Can we go now?”
Ginny smiled. “First things first, names!”
“George Hargrove, at your service,” Harry declared, bowing to the women. “And my sons, Angelo and Rafael.”
Blaise snorted and shook his head, pointing to himself. “I’m Rafael, mate.”
Draco crossed his arms and huffed.
“Malfoy is quite the method actor,” Hermione remarked, “He plays eleven flawlessly.”
After sticking his tongue out, Draco turned and walked into the hall, dragging Blaise with him.
Harry turned back to Ginny. “Do you have the coordinates memorized?” She nodded. “Excellent. With any luck we will see you in an hour.” The sounds of boys fighting reached their ears. “If I don’t have to ground them, anyway.”
She and Hermione laughed as Harry followed Blaise and Draco into the hall, and watched as they continued down to the dungeon.
Once they were alone, Ginny turned to Hermione. “I haven’t seen you this playful in awhile, ‘Mione.”
Hermione pulled a face, “Playful?”
Ginny laughed as they made their way upstairs. “Perhaps playful is the wrong word, but Draco seems to bring out the kid in you. I haven’t seen you bicker in ages.”
“Draco?” Hermione asked distastefully, “Ginny are you feeling alright?”
Ginny sighed as they reached their room. She began to gather her things together in a bag. “They’ve been here for a month, and last names are getting old, ‘Mione.” She shivered involuntarily, “Besides, saying “Malfoy” reminds me of Lucius.”
Hermione sat next to her neatly packed bag and watched as Ginny moved heaps of clothes around.
“As far as Slytherins go, ‘Mione, we could have done worse.”
Hermione scoffed. “Worse? Gin, I would rather have Pugface Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode living with us than Mal-Draco and Blaise.”
Ginny turned and gave her a pointed stare. Hermione pretended to think for a moment and put her hands up.
“Fair enough, Gin, we could have done worse. Blaise is all right anyway. But Draco is exactly as I remember him from Hogwarts.”
“I’m just surprised he’s refrained from using nicknames,” Ginny said, zipping her bag and swinging it over her shoulder, staggering at the weight.
“We’re only going away for a week, Gin, and we have plenty of clothes and things there,” Hermione remarked.
“To each her own, ‘Mione, just because you’ve bewitched your bag to fit fifty books gives you no right to mock my clothes.”
“Sorry, Gin, you’re right.”
“Thank you, now lets get the boys’ things and go through them.”
“Only teasing, ‘Mione, where did your playful spirit go? With Draco?”
Ginny instinctively ducked as a pillow sailed past her head.
“And it’s back!” She rushed downstairs before Hermione could launch another attack.
Ginny had loaded Harry and Blaise’s bags onto her arms and tucked away the map when Hermione entered the drawing room. Grabbing Draco’s bag, Hermione led the way to the dungeon, and held Ginny’s hand as they prepared to Apparate together.
After the claustrophobic feeling of Apparition passed, Hermione opened her eyes to the sunlight shining down on a clearing somewhere in the deep forests of Germany.
Ginny was already halfway to the house before Hermione remembered to remove the wards.
“Wait, Gin, let me take down the wards.”
Hermione closed her eyes and felt the wards, undisturbed since their last visit, and sighed in relief. She modified them to allow Draco and Blaise access, and followed Ginny into the house.
Originally a barn, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had stumbled across the clearing on a mission. Unsuccessful Horcrux wise, the mission led them to this building that had been untouched for decades.
Since then, several times a week, Harry and Ron would Apparate to the barn and begin renovating it, aiming to transform the crumbling barn into a second home, an escape from the pressure and depression of Grimmauld Place.
Once finished, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny would take trips several times a month to their secret get away. They would spend a few days here and there letting off steam and having fun.
With the arrival of Draco and Blaise, their trips had been postponed until Harry and Hermione were satisfied with their character. After over a month together, cabin fever set in and Harry and Hermione agreed it was time for a vacation.
The barn itself was equipped with a kitchen and bathroom (complete with indoor plumbing, at Hermione’s insistence) with a spacious living room. Upstairs was an open loft area with four beds and dressers, with a screen in between for privacy.
Nearby was an open field housing a small pond and homemade Quidditch goals. The nearest town was fifteen miles away, and the inhabitants were muggles who only spoke German. Several weeks after the initial discovery, the absence of muggle presence led Hermione to perform a muggle-repellant charm on the area, claiming it as their own.
Dropping the bags in the living area, Ginny headed straight for the kitchen to assess the food situation. Opening the refrigerator and cupboards, she made a mental list of the things she would need from the market.
“I’m going to head upstairs to make a fifth bed and perform a few cleaning spells, shall I bring your things up?”
“That would be lovely, ‘Mione,” Ginny replied pulling muggle money from a drawer. “I’ll do the shopping, any requests?”
Hermione shook her head and bid her friend good luck, levitating the bags upstairs. From the window she watched Ginny mount her broom and speed off for the village. Wand in hand, Hermione began reorganizing the loft.
It was thirty minutes before she was satisfied with the set up, transfiguring a spare chair into a fifth bed and hanging several other dividing curtains. In place of transfiguring an additional dresser, she placed an Engorgio
on Ginny’s and added new drawers.
Pleased with her handiwork, she made her way to the ground floor as Ginny reentered, arms full of groceries. To ease the burden, Hermione grabbed a bag and held the door open. As the witches finished putting away the food, the air was suddenly filled with shouts.
Rushing to the door, Hermione and Ginny witnessed a large man regarding two dueling eleven year olds with an expression that was a mixture of annoyance, exhaustion, and amusement.
Harry was able to make his way to the door, collapsing on the couch as the boys continued to duel.
“It was unnerving how well they played the role of first years,” Harry chuckled, pulling his own clothes from the bag and putting his glasses back on.
“I hope their maturity returns when the potion wears off.”
Hermione snorted, “What maturity?”
Harry and Ginny laughed, an odd sound coming from Harry as he began returning to his normal self. Grabbing his clothes, he left the room, still laughing to himself, but for another reason.
Several seconds passed before a timid knock sounded at the door. Blaise’s head peeked through the frame and he cleared his throat awkwardly.
“It seems we’ve hit a growth spurt and have literally grown out of our clothes. Could someone bring us our own?”
Hermione and Ginny shook with laughter as Blaise shifted awkwardly in the doorway. Harry returned and took pity, bringing Blaise his and Draco’s clothes without comment.
Newly clothed and quietly subdued, Blaise and Draco entered the house, looking around curiously.
“Where are we?”
“Somewhere in Germany. We stumbled upon this place several months back and have been using it as a sort of vacation home,” Harry replied grabbing his bag. “Come upstairs, you can put your things away.”
As Harry led Blaise and Draco upstairs, Hermione joined Ginny in the kitchen, watching her prepare their dinner.
“I love when you’re in charge of meals,” she told the red-head conversationally, “It’s like having Molly here.”
Ginny glowed with pride and smiled. “Thanks, ‘Mione, I figure if we want to explain the rules to those two, we’ll need to feed them well.”
Hermione laughed. “Fair point, they do have a delinquent streak in them.”
The boys announced their arrival by Draco tumbling head first through the door, the result of a Tripping Hex courtesy of Blaise.
When Blaise’s chair vanished from underneath him, Hermione sighed.
It was going to be a long week.
A loud crash and slew of colorful curses sent Hermione running outside. Blaise and Harry came running up from the pond and Ginny leaned out the upstairs window.
“What’s going on? What happened?” Harry gasped, out of breath.
“Hell if I know, sounds like Draco though,” Blaise replied, equally worn out from the sprint.
Hermione gestured to a tree. “Looks like someone was trying to relive their youth. I’ll get him.”
Draco was crumpled on the ground, surrounded by broken branches. Hermione couldn’t help but smile as he vainly tried to shake the leaves from his hair.
“Fancy yourself a bird, Draco?”
Draco groaned and looked up at her. “Go away, Granger, I’ve just lost my dignity.”
“Were you really trying to climb that tree?”
He sighed exasperatedly and nodded. “Yes, Granger, I was climbing that tree. Bloody thing. I could sue you, you know, safety violation and all that.”
Hermione laughed. “Really, Malfoy? You’ll sue me. Right then, maybe your lawyer can save you from Azkaban as well.”
Draco scowled. “Sod off, Granger.”
Hermione huffed and crossed her arms. “Fine, Malfoy.”
Turning up her nose, Hermione set off toward the house but stopped when she heard Draco gasp in pain.
She turned back to see him struggling to stand up against the tree, blood blossoming from a wound on his torso.
Hermione went over and slipped under his arm, helping him stumble back to the house. Once inside, she sat him on the couch in the main room.
“Wait here,” she told him, heading to the cupboard under the stairs.
“And where would I run off to, Granger?”
Hermione sighed. “Merlin, Malfoy, could you be more difficult?”
Ignoring him, Hermione retrieved the muggle First Aid kit from the closet and sat on the coffee table, facing Draco.
“Take your shirt off,” she instructed, opening the kit.
Draco complied and Hermione’s hand slipped as she saw his stomach, or more specifically his abs.
Clearing her throat, she dabbed at the wound with a clean cloth.
“Always knew you wanted to see me with my shirt off, Granger.”
Hermione pressed harder into the wound, causing Draco to shout.
“Bloody ouch! I was only joking.”
“Sorry,” she said innocently.
“Why can’t you just heal me with your wand?” Draco complained, wincing as the antiseptic stung him.
“Oh come now, Draco, why ruin my fun?” She told him with a slight smile.
He grumbled something incoherent and fell silent, watching Hermione as she rummaged through her box.
Pulling out a roll of gauze, she motioned for him to sit up. She placed a pad of gauze over the wound and began to unroll the gauze around his torso.
As she passed the gauze around his back, she met his eyes. For once, he wasn’t smirking or scowling; he was studying her.
Her hands slowed as they continued around him and she froze when he reached a hand up and brushed an errant strand behind her ear.
Hermione started and dropped the gauze. Cursing internally and fighting a blush, she retrieved the gauze and cut it, taping it in place.
Draco was still watching her silently as she haphazardly shoved the items back into the kit.
“Er, you should be fine. I’ll check it again tomorrow, and change the bandage. I’ll bring you a potion for the pain.” Hermione spoke so quickly her words came out jumbled.
Draco smirked, “Come again, Granger?”
“I’ll get you a potion for the pain,” she repeated, dashing to the kitchen.
When she shut the door, she game face to face with a positively gleeful Ginny.
“What?” Hermione asked hesitantly.
Ginny said nothing as Hermione grabbed herself a glass of water and located a flask of potion for Draco.
“Everything all right?” she asked with a wide grin.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, “Malfoy fell out of a tree and I bandaged him up.” She took a sip of her water and watch Ginny warily.
“You know, for someone who was locked up for months, Draco certainly has a well defined body.”
“GINEVRA!” Hermione sputtered, blushing violently and spilling water down her front.
Ginny giggled uncontrollably, “You noticed too, I can tell!”
Hermione gaped. “What has gotten into you, Ginny?”
Ginny just smiled as Draco called out from the living room.
“I don’t think my pain is going away on it’s own, Healer Granger!”
Hermione rolled her eyes and exited the kitchen, shaking her head at her friend.
Walking over to Draco, she presented the flask to him with a sarcastic flourish.
“Your pain potion, your Majesty.”
Draco smirked and patted the couch beside him.
Reluctantly, she took a seat. Suddenly, he lunged toward her, face inches from hers.
“Now where were we?”
A/N: Oh Draco... ;) If you feel like it, let me know what you think!