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This time when Hermione got out, she kept her balance. Professor McGonagall looked up and laughed slightly at the sight of the two children, covered with soot, and looking like they had just been shopping at the mall. Then she noticed the tiny kitten mewing piteously in Hermione's arms.
"I see you have chosen a Kneazle, children," she asserted. They both nodded vigorously, and the teacher held out her arms to hold the kitten. Hermione began to hand it to her, when the kitten let out an ear-piecing cry, digging her tiny claws into the front of Hermione's robe. She shushed her, and prying off the minute claws, handed her to McGonagall. The kitten seemed to think that if Hermione thought she was ok, then she was. She began to cuddle up to her. The old professor had to stop herself from cooing. "It is the runt of the litter. Do you think that was wise?" she asked. Hermione opened her mouth, but Draco beat her to it.
"I wanted to get the biggest Kneazle, but this little one was so attached to Hermione, that we had to get this one," he stated. Hermione nodded, and the elderly teacher seemed at a loss of words. Did Draco Malfoy just call Hermione Granger Hermione? But she had to laugh, as Hermione began to parade across the room, the tiny Kneazle imitating her perfectly. They showed her the supplies they had bought. She approved, and they hurried off to the prefect common room to get set up. Both Draco and Hermione were prefects. There were doors to lead to each house common room, and they each had their own room. Hermione spoke the password, and they walked into her room. Crookshanks immediately came to rub against Hermione, purring. Then the cat noticed Malfoy. Crookshanks hissed and spat at Draco, puffing up his coat.
"Draco, get the treats! Then maybe he will trust you!" Hermione whispered urgently. Draco nodded, and reached into the bag he had at his feet. Slowly, keeping his eyes on Crookshanks' yellow ones, he opened the small bag of treats. He pulled out one shaped like, well a blob. Then it took shape. Hermione began to giggle uncontrollably. It had taken the shape of Ron's old rat, Scabbers, who was really Peter Pettigrew. These treats turned into the thing the animal would most like to eat. After all, they were magic. Draco held out his hand, palm up, to the ginger cat. The large feline walked over daintily, sniffed, and gently lifted off the rat. Then it turned his squashed face upwards, clearly expecting more. What he did get was a real surprise. Slowly, his owner lifted a tiny cat on to the floor. It turned and ran back behind Hermione's legs, the size of Crookshanks obviously scaring him. Talking softly, she picked it up and held it in front of Crookshanks. She reached out a tiny paw, and with her itty-bitty claws, scratched Crookshanks across the face. There were tiny streams of blood running down his squashed face. Hermione began to cry. "They don't get along!" she cried. Crookshanks, seeing his owner so sad, used his paws and washed away the blood. Then he began to lick the tiny kitten all over. He felt strange, it was usually the mother cat's job to do this, but he was told that it was a sign of acceptance. Hermione immediately stopped crying.
"I guess there won't be a problem after all!" Draco said jovially. He gave her the second smile of the day, and possibly of his life, for all Hermione knew. She set up the kitten's bed in the corner of the room, near Crookshanks' bed. He never used his bed, he slept in the bed with Hermione, so it wouldn't be a problem. They set the toys they had bought on the ground, and gave Crookshanks his. Hermione filled the nursing bottle with warm milk, and the tiny cat was drinking and dozing contentedly in his little bed.
They both smiled contentedly, and Hermione leaned against Draco, pretending to be exhausted, a gesture of nothing more than friendship. However, when Harry chose that moment to walk in, that wasn't what he figured.
"What the heck do you think you are doing!" he yelled. Draco quickly ran out of the room, into his own and locked the door. He didn't want to be a coward, but he really wasn't in the mood to he hexed. Hermione quickly busied herself brushing Crookshanks. Harry looked at her. "I never thought you were the type to have an affair. Especially with a Malfoy," he said, spitting out the words as if they were venom.
"Harry, that was only friendly. I do that with Ron and you never get mad. Why is it such a big deal when I do it with Draco?" she asked, pointedly not meeting his eyes. She swallowed and met Harry's green eyes. He was looking at her with a mix of rage and forgiveness. "Draco and I are working on a project," she said. Just then, the tiny Kneazle woke up, yawned, showing her tiny pink tongue, and walked over to Hermione.
"I see what is going on," Harry said poisonously.
"I knew you would understand!" She cried happily. Harry continued as if he hadn't heard a word she said.
"You decided to go out with him because he can buy you expensive things like that Kneazle," he spat.
"No! No!" Hermione said as she began to cry. This time, they were real tears.
"Get off it 'Mione. I have seen that trick a thousand times. I know you can cry on command," Harry said. "I never thought it would have to come to this, but we have to break up. I can't have a cheating girlfriend." With that he stalked out of the room.
Hermione sat down on her bed and started to cry. The tiny kitten tried to climb on her lap, but she pushed him off.
"You know," she said to the tiny cat. "This is all your fault! If we never bought you, Harry wouldn't have thought he had bought him for me. He was about to believe me too!" The tiny kitten shied away from Hermione, seeming to be scared of her. She hid behind Crookshanks. "It is okay. I am sorry for yelling at you. It is not really your fault. I am actually grateful to you. If Harry didn't believe me, that he wasn't a very good boyfriend," she pulled the Kneazle back into my lap Crookshanks draped himself over her legs. And believe it or not, she was contented.
Sorry that this chapter is so short. I can't think of what should happen next. I also need help thinking of a name for the Kneazle. I am getting tired of calling it the cat, the kitten or she. HELP!!!!!!!!!!