Hermione stared at Ron incredulously, her arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her face.
"Herm, just listen…"
"No, Ronald. You listen. How long did you think you could hide this?"
"I…I…."
"I told you before, if you ever brought that….that... thing here again, I'm leaving!"
"Hermione, wait. Please? Let me explain…it was raining and she was miles away from shelter."
"You could have sent her somewhere else!"
"That would have been very rude."
"Oh and this wasn't? I specifically told you never to let her in this house!"
"Come on, it's just for tonight."
"One night too long. I want her out."
"Fine, I'll tell her that because my girlfriend is cruel she has to venture out in the cold, freezing rain. Probably catch her death."
"Stop being melodramatic. She won't die; in fact, it'll most likely do her good."
"Are you happy? She's cold, freezing and wet."
"Ron, it's dog. She won't die."