Why did Professor Grubbly-Plank have to assign a drawing as homework? Stupid bowtruckles, stupid substitute teacher. Hermione sighed as she glanced down at the lopsided squiggles on her parchment. This was so embarrassing. She was the cleverest witch of her age, and she couldn't even make a simple recognizable doodle! At least Harry and Ron, especially Ron, didn't know about this particular failing of hers. He would tease her mercilessly. She sighed as she picked up her quill again, her face a picture of grim resolve. At that moment, Dean Thomas walked past her and her crumpled attempts at drawing that stupid bowtruckle.
"What's that?" he asked. Hermione blushed, embarrassed at somebody finding out that she couldn't draw. "Stupid assignment for Care for Magical Creatures. We have to draw a bowtruckle," she moaned as she tried to sketch the head again, only to make it way too flat. Dean just stood there, watching her waste another piece of parchment. Maybe if I turn the page like this,- oops, no not again, Hermione thought as she made a dark line across the body of the bowtruckle. "Ron will never let me forget this," she mumbled to herself.
"You know, I could help, if you want, Hermione," Dean said. Hermione jumped, startled. She didn't know he was still there. She looked at him, willing him to continue. "I could draw a bowtrucke for you. I'm pretty good at art." Hermione desperately wanted to accept his offer, but knew that to do so would be cheating, so she told him so. He shrugged with his hands in his pockets and simply replied, "You don't have to turn it in, just act like it's yours until you give it to the teacher." Now that was a good idea, Hermione thought. "Alright then," she finally agreed. "But please hurry, Ron and Harry will probably be back from lunch soon." Dean grinned, sat down, and got to work.