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I was walking down to my storeroom, absorbed in my thoughts, when Draco literally ran into me. I was shocked at his outward appearance. I grasped his shoulders and he stared at me with something akin to fear in his eyes which matched his mussed hair, smudged face, and messy robes. "Draco, what happened?"
"I was having a little fun at Potter's expense, and that auror turned me into a ferret and started bouncing me up and down! Then McGonagall turned me back, but Moody started chasing me and says he's got stories about my father."
"Don't worry about your father, Draco. He's too smart to let The Ministry catch him."
"I hope so, Professor."
"So, what are you going to do about Moody?"
"Me?"
"Yes. You are a Slytherin. Act like one." With that said, I left Draco standing in the corridor, contemplating revenge. After all, if Moody's attention is riveted on Draco, he won't be bothering me.