Chapter 3: In which Harry and Ron ponder (I love that word!) things.
Harry and Ron had just pronounced themselves full after each finished their thirteenth goblet of pumpkin juice, seventh large helping of beef casserole, and third large helping of lemon cobbler.
They had begun to stumble up the marble steps to Gryffindor Tower when Ron grabbed the back of Harry's cloak.
"Harry, it's Krum! Wonder what he's up to." said Ron curiously. "Let's follow him. I think he's going to the library and-oh! Maybe I can finally get his autograph!"
So Ron and Harry casually walked to the library, keeping a good distance away from Viktor Krum. Krum slouched into the library. Harry and Ron waited for a split second, and then Ron rushed to go in.
He collided with someone halfway through the doorway, however. Viktor Krum was bustling out of the library at the same moment that Ron was entering. Ron's cloak ripped at the sleeve, and Krum landed spread-eagled on the floor.
"Oh-Mr., uh, Krum, so sorry.I didn't mean to do that, I mean to say-" the color rose in Ron's cheeks.
Krum grunted and stood up before hurrying in the other direction.
"I wonder where he's off to now," Harry pondered aloud.
"Oh well, he didn't seem very nice," said Ron. "I don't care where he's going, let's just go to the Tower and find Hermione."
And off they went. When they reached the portrait hole, the Fat Lady was sneezing violently into a hankerchief.
"Er-beg pardon, but are you okay?" said Ron incredulously to the red-eyed, sneezing Fat Lady in the pink dress.
"Oh, I'm just fine," said the Fat Lady irritably. "I just love exercising my acute allergies, and this allergic reaction to ferret fur really does the trick!"
"Well, we know she's in there," said Harry to Ron, but still looking at the Fat Lady. "Balderdash."
"Uh, aahh, waCHOO!" The Fat Lady sneezed open the portrait hole, and her sneeze echoed into the Common Room.
Hermione was sitting on a chair in front of the fire, wiping white hairs off of the front of her robes.
"Hermione, what did you do with Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"Nothing! He's been a ferret the entire time, what do you expect me to-"
"No, I mean where is he? Where did you put him?"
Hermione's mouth widened into a sly grin. "Oh, I found a nice place where he could stay without anyone becoming too suspi-"
"Oh, Harry, Ron, you're back!" squealed Ginny, who had just ran down the stairs from the girls' dormitory. "Look at my wonderful new pet! Isn't Lonnie the most precious thing you've ever seen?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared now at the fluffy thing in Ginny's arms. Oh, it was Malfoy all right, but strangely, instead of being a fluffy white ferret, he was now-
"-a fluffy PINK ferret! Oh isn't he just the cutest? I named him Lonnie because that name is just so sweet." Ginny squeezed the ferret with a little too much enthusiasm; he looked panic-stricken and clawed at her.
"Where did you get the pink color for Mal-ouch! I mean, Lonnie?" Said Ron, rubbing his side. Hermione had elbowed him hard in the ribs.
Ginny lowered her head for them all to see the ribbon in her hair. It was pure white, the color Malfoy had been.
"I used a switching spell. I switched the colors of Lonnie with the colors of my hair ribbon!" Said Ginny. "I'm going to keep Lonnie in my room! He will stay there to be there when I fall asleep, and when I wake up and change clothes every morning, and-what?"
Ron was looking very red and angry. The thought of Draco Malfoy watching his little sister change every morning was too much to handle. Hermione was giggling, and Harry suddenly wished he could be a ferret in Cho's room every day.
Malfoy, who had been sulking because of his pink color, perked up quite a bit after hearing this news. Ginny was a very popular third year student because of her long, pretty red hair, bubbly personality, and the fact that she looked much older than she really was.
*Well, at least she's pretty*, thought Malfoy. *This whole thing sucks, but it may work out. *
Malfoy then started to act much more like a cute and cuddly ferret, nuzzling into Ginny's bosom ( ! ) whenever she rubbed his furry pink belly.
Harry and Ron had just pronounced themselves full after each finished their thirteenth goblet of pumpkin juice, seventh large helping of beef casserole, and third large helping of lemon cobbler.
They had begun to stumble up the marble steps to Gryffindor Tower when Ron grabbed the back of Harry's cloak.
"Harry, it's Krum! Wonder what he's up to." said Ron curiously. "Let's follow him. I think he's going to the library and-oh! Maybe I can finally get his autograph!"
So Ron and Harry casually walked to the library, keeping a good distance away from Viktor Krum. Krum slouched into the library. Harry and Ron waited for a split second, and then Ron rushed to go in.
He collided with someone halfway through the doorway, however. Viktor Krum was bustling out of the library at the same moment that Ron was entering. Ron's cloak ripped at the sleeve, and Krum landed spread-eagled on the floor.
"Oh-Mr., uh, Krum, so sorry.I didn't mean to do that, I mean to say-" the color rose in Ron's cheeks.
Krum grunted and stood up before hurrying in the other direction.
"I wonder where he's off to now," Harry pondered aloud.
"Oh well, he didn't seem very nice," said Ron. "I don't care where he's going, let's just go to the Tower and find Hermione."
And off they went. When they reached the portrait hole, the Fat Lady was sneezing violently into a hankerchief.
"Er-beg pardon, but are you okay?" said Ron incredulously to the red-eyed, sneezing Fat Lady in the pink dress.
"Oh, I'm just fine," said the Fat Lady irritably. "I just love exercising my acute allergies, and this allergic reaction to ferret fur really does the trick!"
"Well, we know she's in there," said Harry to Ron, but still looking at the Fat Lady. "Balderdash."
"Uh, aahh, waCHOO!" The Fat Lady sneezed open the portrait hole, and her sneeze echoed into the Common Room.
Hermione was sitting on a chair in front of the fire, wiping white hairs off of the front of her robes.
"Hermione, what did you do with Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"Nothing! He's been a ferret the entire time, what do you expect me to-"
"No, I mean where is he? Where did you put him?"
Hermione's mouth widened into a sly grin. "Oh, I found a nice place where he could stay without anyone becoming too suspi-"
"Oh, Harry, Ron, you're back!" squealed Ginny, who had just ran down the stairs from the girls' dormitory. "Look at my wonderful new pet! Isn't Lonnie the most precious thing you've ever seen?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared now at the fluffy thing in Ginny's arms. Oh, it was Malfoy all right, but strangely, instead of being a fluffy white ferret, he was now-
"-a fluffy PINK ferret! Oh isn't he just the cutest? I named him Lonnie because that name is just so sweet." Ginny squeezed the ferret with a little too much enthusiasm; he looked panic-stricken and clawed at her.
"Where did you get the pink color for Mal-ouch! I mean, Lonnie?" Said Ron, rubbing his side. Hermione had elbowed him hard in the ribs.
Ginny lowered her head for them all to see the ribbon in her hair. It was pure white, the color Malfoy had been.
"I used a switching spell. I switched the colors of Lonnie with the colors of my hair ribbon!" Said Ginny. "I'm going to keep Lonnie in my room! He will stay there to be there when I fall asleep, and when I wake up and change clothes every morning, and-what?"
Ron was looking very red and angry. The thought of Draco Malfoy watching his little sister change every morning was too much to handle. Hermione was giggling, and Harry suddenly wished he could be a ferret in Cho's room every day.
Malfoy, who had been sulking because of his pink color, perked up quite a bit after hearing this news. Ginny was a very popular third year student because of her long, pretty red hair, bubbly personality, and the fact that she looked much older than she really was.
*Well, at least she's pretty*, thought Malfoy. *This whole thing sucks, but it may work out. *
Malfoy then started to act much more like a cute and cuddly ferret, nuzzling into Ginny's bosom ( ! ) whenever she rubbed his furry pink belly.
