So, I was reading some of those "Things Not to do at Hogwarts" list, and I was suddenly struck with inspriation. And then distracted. And then inspired again.
This is my first Harry Potter fic (and my first fic in a while :/), so please forgive any OOCness. Especially with Hagrid.
Please note that this was un-betaed and was not Brit-Checked, so any mistakes are my own fault.
People waiting for me to update Red Rover, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!

I will not Imitate Steve Irwin in my Care of Magical Creatures Class, even if I do have a good Australian accent.

The Gryffindors and Slytherins watched as Hagrid lead the hippogriff over to their side of the paddock. Malfoy and his gang were standing rather near Harry and his gang, although nobody was really sure why. They were in Care of Magical Creatures class. Malfoy's favorite class with his favorite teacher.

"Jus' look at these beautiful creatures," Hagrid began.

"Crikey!" Malfoy's face went from bored to annoyed at the sound of that obnoxious Australian accent. "Absolutely gorgeous!"

Hagrid beamed. "Isn't he? His name is Buckbeak. Now, Hippogriffs can be rather dangerous-"

"My, he's a large one!"

"Aye that he is," Hagrid attempted to get back on topic. "If not approached properly, hippogriffs can be dangerous- Oi, young man, step back from 'im! You don' know what you're doin'! It isn't safe!"

The kid stood eye to eye with the Hippogriff before listening to Hagrid and stepping away from the fence. Luckly for him, he didn't turn his back completely on the creature. "It is all about the perceived danger," he said, "In front of that hippogriff I was in complete control. Absolute and complete control. That is my profession."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Malfoy said loudly. "You're a bloody student. You don't have a brain, let alone a job. And stop talking in that ridiculous accent. You're English, not Australian!"

"Really," agreed Hermione, "It is rather annoying. Could you please just let Hagrid teach and stop doing dangerous things? You could get hurt."

"Yea, I'm a thrill seeker, but crikey, education's the most important thing."

"Alright, he's a nutter," Ron whispered to Harry, right before Hermione elbowed him for it.

"YOU'RE NOT AUSTRALIAN, YOU ARSEHOLE!"

"Oi! Watch yer language!"

"No, it's alright, Hagrid. You know, I'm Australian, and we have got the worst sense of humour. We are cruel to each other. But calm down people. There's no need to start a fight!"

"Right!" Hagrid said very loudly. "Can we please get back on topic? Thank you."

"Right-o! Sorry about that Hagrid. Can I go up first though? He really is a beauty. And I do have lots of experience with dangerous animals. I wrestle with crocs."

"Bloody idiot." Harry never thought he'd agree with Malfoy.

Disclaimer:
*No offense to any Australians intended. Most of what the random kid says are quotes from Steve Irwin, including the statement about Australians being cruel. I'm sure they're actually very kind people.
*Wrestling crocodiles is not advised.
*If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't have student loans. Hell, I wouldn't be a student. I'd be traveling and being awesome
*I am American. The conventional American spelling is lame but it's all I know. Sorry for any stupid wordings.

If anyone has any prompts they want me to do, let me know in a review!

The next chapter is a lot better! Promise!

Sorry if there's any mistakes. It's late and I ought to go to bed. But I won't.