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Later that day, in the Slytherin common room, Draco observed the Joggart. It was a small thing, and he thought it looked quite pathetic as it tumbled down after a failed attempt to walk.

Draco stared at it.

The Joggart blinked up at him innocently.

And find out what it eats, Granger's voice echoed in his head.

He clenched his teeth, and got up from the chair he was sitting on. He would show Granger! By next week, he'd know what the Joggart liked, and what he despised. He would show the mudblood that the Malfoys were smart… and quick.

Draco went up the stairs to his dormitory, and searched through his wardrobe. Between some potions ingredients and some cloaks, there were still a few pieces of his weekly ration of home-made sweets. He got a piece from each of the varieties, and went down to the common room again.

He sat in front of the Joggart, and handed it a piece of cake.

Then a problem came up: the Joggart didn't seem to have a mouth. It didn't have any arms to take it from Draco's fingers, either.

Draco glared at it, as if both Granger and the Joggart were trying to make him seem like an idiot. He put the piece of cake on the table, in front of it. The Joggart looked from the cake to Draco, and then back again.

"Look here," Draco said. "You have to eat."

Blink.

"Eat."

Blink, blink.

Frustrated, Draco stood up. He had to make the blasted thing eat! He had to show Granger he could do a project, too!

He thought it over.

Of course he could do it. He could do it better than Granger.

He sat back down. The Joggart was examining the cake.

Pansy jumped next to him. "Hi!" she said merrily.

Draco became very interested in the piece of cake.

"Oh," Pansy said. "Are you working with your Joggart? They're cute, aren't they?"

With the chocolate swirls, and cream puffs.

"Are you trying to get it to eat?" she asked, suddenly spotting the cake. "I figured out how they will eat."

That caught Draco's attention. He looked up at her. "How?"

Pansy blushed. "It's very simple, actually. You see, Joggarts are very shy at first, when they don't know their owners. You have to leave them alone for a while, and they'll devoir anything."

Without a word, Draco stood up, and sat at the other end of the room, on one of the couches. Pansy sat next to him.

They watched as the Joggart stood still for a moment, and then looked from left to right. Then, a little mouth appeared behind all that fuzzy hair, and it started eating.

Draco watched the small creature as it went all around the treat, eating it slowly. He smirked. He'd done it! Next week, he would walk into the library and know what the Joggart ate, and just because of his amazing-

Damn.

It had been Parkinson who had told him!

He stared furiously at her.

"What?" she asked innocently.

Without saying a word, he stood up and strode over to the Joggart. He took it, and went up to his dormitory. There, he put it inside a box.

"And stay there," he hissed.

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Hermione sort of regretted having given the Joggart to Draco. She would've liked to see it on its first week of life. See how it moved, what it did, what it ate, how it improved… but Draco had to do something, too. In the meantime, she observed Ron and Harry's Joggart. It was blue, too, but darker. A sort of navy color. Its feet were gray, and not black.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Look, it's walking!"

Harry and Ron came over.

"Look at little Navy!" Hermione said. "It's-"

"Why," Ron demanded. "Did you just call that Joggart Navy?"

"Because," Hermione explained. "His name is Navy."

Ron stared at her. "Since when?"

Hermione shrugged. "Since I named him this afternoon."

"You named a Joggart?" Harry asked blankly.

"Yes," Hermione answered.

Ron shook his head, as he watched 'Navy' taking his first steps.

"Right, well," Harry said, getting a parchment and a quill. "I guess we should write its progress."

Ron sat down next to Harry. "Navy," he muttered. "Naming a Joggart…"

Hermione was getting furious. "You named a rat," she reminded him.

"So?" he asked defiantly. "A rat and a Joggart differ a whole deal!"

"Oh, really?" Hermione asked. "Why? They're both creatures, aren't they?"

Ron didn't seem to know what to say. "Besides, Scabbers wasn't a rat. He was Peter!"

"You thought it was a rat," Hermione insisted.

"Ok," Harry said, getting up. "Hermione, you named a Joggart. Ron, you named a rat. You're even. Can we all keep on living peacefully now?"

Ron shook his head. "She also named a cat."

Harry sighed and sat down again. "Right. Hermione, you named two living creatures. Ron, you named one. Happy now?"

"No," Hermione answered. Then she turned towards the couches, where Crookshanks was sitting.

"Crookshanks!" she called.

"No, don't call him!" Ron exclaimed. "That cat is evil, he is."

Crookshanks came slowly, purring. Hermione tickled him behind his ears. "Ron wants to play with you," she said.

"No I don't!" Ron protested. "Hermione, you better get that thing away from me!"

Hermione laughed. "Ok, Ron," she said, getting the ginger cat in her arms. "No need to get so mad."

Still chuckling, she went into her dormitory.

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Ok, Hermione told herself, Calm down. If Malfoy gets too rude, just say some smart comment, or ignore him.

Taking a deep breath, she entered the library. There was Draco, sitting, with Bluey in front of him.

Hermione approached him, and sat down next to him. "Hi," she said cheerily.

"Hello," was the reply.

Hermione looked at Bluey. She petted it. "I missed you," she told it.

"It's your turn to keep it this week, Granger," Draco said with an arrogant face.

"Yes," Hermione said happily. "It is, isn't it?"

Draco didn't say anything.

"Well, we better start noting down its progress, shouldn't we?" Hermione asked, getting out a quill and a parchment. "And I brought my own materials, Malfoy," she added.

"Right," Draco said.

"So," Hermione said, glancing at Bluey. "What changes has it made?"

"None,"

"It has got to have made some changes,"

"Only a week has passed, Granger."

She sighed. "I guess you're right."

Draco looked at her. That's it? There wasn't going to be any argument? Had she surrendered so easily?

She slumped back in her chair.

The truth was, it had made some changes. Not big, but it had made some. For example, it could now walk. And it ate. Wasn't Granger going to ask anymore?

"It walks now," Draco said, finally.

"Really?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"Yes," Draco drawled. "And it eats."

"What does it eat?" Hermione asked, scribbling down.

"Anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes, Granger, anything."

"Is that it?" she asked, when she was finished writing.

"Why don't you see for yourself, Granger?" Draco asked nastily. "I could be doing better things than talking with a mudblood."

She glared at him. "Yes, and I could be doing much better things than talking with a Malfoy."

Now he glared at her.

Hermione was getting mad. She was just trying not to loose her head! And here he was, acting so nastily. Fine, she thought, you want it that way? You'll have it that way.

She continued writing, looking at the Joggart every once in a while. It wobbled its body and blinked. She was trying to figure out how it ate, since it didn't seem to have a mouth. She looked harder at it. Malfoy had said it ate, and to eat, it had to have a mouth… right? But she didn't see any! And she couldn't write it had one if she wasn't sure. She would make a fool out of herself if it wasn't true! But where was it?

Furious, she glanced at Draco, meeting his gray eyes. "Does it have a mouth?" she asked silently.

Draco smirked. He could see Hermione was getting angry. Perfect.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" he asked again.

There was a mad glint in her eyes now. "I can't see any mouth," she hissed.

His smirk widened. He was winning. She was getting angry. And he loved it. He knew something she didn't.

"Check again," he said.

For one wild moment, Hermione considered getting him round the neck and demanding an answer.

But she didn't, of course.

So she checked again. She didn't see anything! She got Bluey and turned him around. Where was it?

Draco watched, amused. The Joggart didn't seem to show its mouth except when it ate. He wouldn't tell her. At least, not now. She was pretty funny, turning the Joggart round and round. Finally, she stopped, and stabbed her brown eyes, burning with anger, into his cold gray ones. "Where is it?"

He continued to smirk.

She waited. The clock at the back of the library ticked, mixing with the silent murmur of the students. A cough here, a giggle there. Minutes passed, and still that smirk stood firm in place.

She stood up furiously, dropping some parchments. "Fine!" she said as loud as she dared. "You know what, Malfoy? You can do the report! Since you know so much, and don't have time to spend with mudbloods like me, you can do a perfect report!"

She snatched the Joggart and ran away.

After she had gone, Draco picked up the parchments she had dropped, and the report she had been writing, which she had left there.

He would do the report gladly. He would do it better than Granger. The only problem was, she had taken the Joggart with her.

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"Self-centered git," Ron muttered.

Hermione had just told him and Harry about the library that had previously taken place in the library. Ron had taken it pretty badly.

"It's a group project!" he exclaimed. "He has to help, too!"

"True," said Harry, watching the fire.

"I would've loved to smear that grin off his face," Ron said. "Too bad I wasn't there."

Harry laughed. "Yeah, that would've been good."

Hermione patted Bluey, which was on her lap.

Ron was silent for a minute. "Hermione," he said cautiously. Hermione was still angry, he could see. And when she was angry, she was also dangerous. "How, may I ask, will Draco do the report if you have the Joggart?"

Hermione opened her mouth to answer, but shut it again.

Damn!

How would he do the report without the Joggart? He couldn't!

He was probably laughing at her now, with his two stupid sidekicks, saying, "Granger walked out furiously, and told me to do the report. But guess what? I don't have the Joggart, she does!"

Well… she would give it to him tomorrow! It was decided. She wasn't going to make a fool of herself.

"Hermione," Harry said. "Could you help me with the Transfiguration essay?"

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The next day in Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid looked at everyone's Joggart. He was very pleased with some of them, but very displeased with others. For instance, Neville's.

"By Golly!" he exclaimed. "What'd you feed it?"

Neville looked up at him, shaking from head to toe. "Chicken, and some liver. Plus rice."

Hagrid got the Joggart, and Hermione saw why he was so angry. The Joggart was larger than he was tall. Twice as his height.

"Don't feed it so much!" Hagrid exclaimed. "They'll get too fat, like this one here, an' their magic ain't too great if they're as fat as that!"

He gave the Joggart back to Neville, who nodded.

Hermione was standing next to Draco. They weren't talking or making eye contact. They just stood.

Hagrid came over to them, and smiled at Hermione. "An' how is yer Joggart?" he asked.

Hermione handed it to him. "Perfect!" he said, beaming. "Keep treating it like that, and yer Joggart will be happy."

He left.

Hermione turned to Draco, frowning. "Here," she said, handing the Joggart to him.

Draco looked at it. "No,"

Hermione stared at him. "Yes."

"No, Granger. It's your turn to take care of it."

"You have to do the report."

"No, I don't," he answered.

"If it wasn't for you," Hermione hissed. "It would be done by now."

"It's your turn, Granger."

Hermione suddenly thought something. "You don't know if it has a mouth, do you?"

Draco glared at her. "Of course I do."

Hermione smiled cruelly. "No, you don't. You never saw it eating, did you?"

He continued to glare. Damn Granger! How dare she question a Malfoy's knowing? He stood there, looking at her icily, while she smiled innocently. He clenched his teeth. "Leave it alone for a while, and it will eat."

A bell rang in the castle.

Hermione continued to smile, but now with an evil glint in her eyes.

She had won. And he hated her for it.

"Thanks," she said coolly, and joined Harry and Ron.

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