A/N: I've been thinking about this for a while but tonight just seemed right to do it. Short but sort of funny I think. It's set somewhere during third year. Enjoy!

Inside The Mind of Crookshanks the Cat

Not that stupid redhead again. If I hear him refer to that… abomination as Scabbers one more time I may claw his eyes out.

"'Mione, have you seen Scabbers? I can't find him again," the afore mentioned stupid redhead asked.

That is it. I do not know what she sees in him. I cannot believe she hasn't realized it by now, she's plainly in love with him. Gods only knows why. If they ever get together that thing is not living with us. Ever.

"No Ron, I haven't seen him. Why do you care anyways? He's horrible, and I don't think he even likes you that much."

"He's been in my family for ages, and I happen to like him. Besides, that stupid furball doesn't seem too attached to you either," observed Ron.

Call me stupid? I'll show him. Crookshanks promptly hopped up onto the arm of Hermione's chair and began purring as she stroked him.

"It would seem you're wrong again, Ron. You'll get over it though; it's not as if it's a rare occurrence."

"Ha ha, very 'Mione, very funny. You know you could help me look for him. Would a little help be too much to ask?"

"You never even asked me!" Exclaimed the frustrated witch. She was unsure what about the situation was frustrating her exactly but she knew that recently her socially-challenged friend had begun to bring out this emotion in her more often than not.

"Well I'm asking now aren't I? Women, go figure," muttered the boy. Hermione eased out of her armchair and the twosome left the common room in search of the elusive rat, bickering the whole way.

I almost hope they get together soon, thought Crookshanks. If I have to endure this for the next for years I may explode.

Moment later Crookshanks padded up the stairs to the third year boys dorm room, quietly jumped onto Ron's bed and promptly coughed up a particularly nasty furball onto his pillow. Excellent. He called me a furball and that's exactly what he gets. With his mission accomplished the uncommonly intelligent cat curled up under the large four poster bed to wait for the inevitable explosion and subsequent chase that would occur when the redheaded boy discovered his "gift." He didn't have long to wait.

"'MIONE! COME SEE WHAT YOU FLAT-FACED FURBALL DID NOW!"