A/N: This is a work of fiction using the characters from Harry Potter which is trademarked by J.K. Rowling
"That's the last time I let you talk me into anything" Hermione hissed at her red-headed companion.
"Come on 'Mione. You know this is a great present" Ron said with a wince.
Hermione groaned and threw her head back in frustration. She couldn't believe that she allowed herself to be in this situation. When Ron had approached her with the plan every fibre of her being was saying it was ludicrous.
Hermione stood with her arms crossed and looked down at the still bleeding red-head.
Hermione huffed, "Come on…let's get you to St. Mungo's"
"Nah, I'll be fine 'Mione…besides we can't leave the little guy here alone" Ron whined.
While Hermione desperately thought Ron needed immediate medical attention she also understood his point. She looked down at the small lion cub that was currently slumbering in it's cage and could feel a smile start to form.
Yes, it was a crazy plan and an even crazier gift. Fleur was probably going to kill them but she knew, deep down, that Harry would love the kitten and that was all that mattered.