"Come on, get into the tub, you filthy dog," a panting and very frustrated Ron said through clenched teeth. As hard as he tried, the dog would not move. Muddy paw prints covered the once clean bathroom floor. It sat down stubbornly. Giving up, Ron grumpily sat on the edge of the tub.
"Hermione wants me to wash you, fine. But one little problem, Hermione, this stupid dog won't move!" Ron complained out loud to no one. The dog gave a smirking grin as if he knew what Ron was saying.
"Hermione, I need you for a second," Ron yelled out the door.
"How hard can it be to wash a dog, Ronald!" Hermione yelled as she walked in to the bathroom.
"Harder than you think. This dog," Ron forced a smile," this lovely dog here won't get into the tub." Ron pointed to the dog, but it was gone. Instead of sitting on the floor, it had jumped into the tub and was now wagging its tail making a circle of dirt around him.
"Ron! Do you like seeing me mad?" Hermione's face was beat red, Ron was cowering in the corner. His ears had gone red.
"You kinda look cute when you are mad," he smiled sheepishly at her.
"Oh, so you think it's fun to get me mad now?"
"No of course not, 'Moine. Forgive me?"
Hermione sighed. Sometime Ron could be a real pain, but she always had the problem of staying mad at him for long.
"Do you want my help, or what?" She moved over to the tub and sat down. Her hand was gently rubbing the dogs head. The dog had a since of peace about him, she loved that. It calmed her. She picked up one of its paws and started washing it.
"We never named him. Ron?" She stopped what she was doing and looked up at Ron. He still stood in the corner, not understanding the sudden change of emotion in the room. "Earth to Ron."
He came out of his trance so fast, it made him jump back hit his head on towel hanger behind him. Massaging his head, he answered slowly. "Well, I know you mentioned Sirius Black, and well… I think it suits him." Hermione turned back to the dogs paw, thinking. As she rubbed the dirt of it a symbol appeared on the paw. It looked so familiar. Hermione couldn't place it. She knew it had something to do with her past, something important, something she had seen everyday when she was at Hogwarts. Then it clicked in her head. She jumped back, dropping the dog's paw.
"Harry Potter!" She squeaked. The mark on the paw was a scar.
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I hope you all like that chapter. I know it's a bit short for your liking, and mine for that matter. The next chapter will be longer, and you see Ginny. I can't wait. Remember, please review. Also if you have any suggestions for the story or Never in a Million they are glad appreciated.
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