Malfoy half ran to Care of Magical Creatures that afternoon. He was never anxious to go to this class. It was taught by Hagrid, a big oaf who didn't know left from right. This week they were studying the Jarvey (see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, page 22), which Potter and Weasley found highly amusing because of the embarrassing time when Draco was turned into a ferret by Professor Moody. It didn't help that the Jarvey had taken a liking to Draco and, as a pet name, called him Dip Shit. When Malfoy got to Hagrid's hut, the Jarvey started jumping up and down.
"Dip shit! Dip shit!" it called, affectionately. "Go to Hell!"
"My feelings exactly," said Weasley. Draco glared at the Jarvey and at Weasley. 
"Yes, well at least I'm a rich dip shit," said Draco. "And I will be able to live in Hell in comfort." Weasley gritted his teeth and took a step forward, but Granger stepped in front of him. 
"Ron, don't stoop to his level," said Granger, putting her hands on his shoulders. "He's trying to provoke you."
"Shut up, you little Mudblood," said Draco. "You know nothing about me."
"Tha's enough there Malfoy," said Hagrid. "You leave Hermione alone now."
"You can shut your mouth, too, you great oaf," said Draco. 
"Now I know why the Jarvey likes him," said Potter to Weasley. 
"Tha's it, Malfoy, ten poin's from Slytherin," said Hagrid. "You have detention tonigh'. Meet me 'ere at nine." Draco tried to look outraged, but he was smiling on the inside. 
"Fine," said Draco. Phase Two of Operation Weasley, complete. Excellent. 
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