Hermione, Ron and Harry trudged along in the snow, dodging snowballs along the way.
"Oh! I forgot my scarf." Hermione was shivering.
Ron looked down at his own scarf, then back at Hermione.
"Here," he handed Hermione his scarf, "You can use mine. I don't really need it anyway." He blushed oddly.
Harry had observed this exchange, and now was fighting to keep a smile from crossing his face. Finally, they stopped in front of the little house, and Harry knocked.
"I'll…just be a…sec," came a grunted reply from inside.
Squealing could be heard, and quite a bit of thumping around. Hermione looked at her friends, her eyes wide.
"I really hope he hasn't got another monster." She said.
"Wa' was that 'bout monsters?" Hagrid had appeared at the door.
"Oh, nothing! Just…talking about Defence Against the Dark Arts." Hermione answered quickly.
"Well, come in, come in. It's cold out there!" Hagrid ushered them in. "Haven't seen ye in a while. Been busy with schoolwork, I 'spect?"
"Thanks. Uh, yea, I guess we have." said Harry, smiling up at his big friend.
"Tea? I've got some good cookies tha' would go well with it."
"Sure! My fingers were about to freeze off out there." Ron said.
As Hagrid busied himself at the stove, Hermione peered around the cabin. Finally she located the source of the squealing they had heard earlier.
"Hagrid! Is that…Is that a pig you've got there?"
"Wha'? Oh, yeh! Quite a cute little fella', don't ye think?"
"Brilliant!" Ron went over to the little hairless creature.
The rest of the visit was spent exclaiming over the pig, kissing the pig (Hermione's doing) and eating cookies. As they prepared to leave, Hermione turned back to Hagrid.
"You didn't get him for eating did you?" Her eyes pleaded with him.
"Oh, not…not yet. No." The big man averted his eyes. Then he smiled. "Well, better be getting off, you lot. It's gettin' a bit dark."
They set off for the castle again, Hermione looking quite troubled.