CHAPTER 3: The Hut.

I lifted my head off my pillow and checked my watch. 10:43. "Well, I better get back to packing. Ha, I bet Weasley finished hours ago. Stupid git, this is all his fault. Wait till my father hears about this." I grabbed a pair of pyjamas out of my drawers. "Perfectly neatly folded. Now, how do I do this?"

One hour later:

"God, I'll never get this, this is servant's stuff. I've never packed a thing in my life."

15 min later:

"That will have to do. I'm tired, and I have to get my beauty rest." I crammed the lid of my trunk shut and went to sleep.

The next morning I woke at my usual time before dawn, despite the late night. McGonagall told us to go straight down to Hagrid's old hut first thing in the morning, she said she would tell us the rest of this ridiculous arrangement then. So I went, dragging my trunk down the sloping lawn to that hideous old hut of that oaf, Hagrid.

"Good, I made it before Weaselbee. Now I get the bed." Throwing my trunk up on to the only bed, I took a look around. There was one large bed closed off by a curtain, two over sized armchairs, a good sized round wooden table, and off to one side a small fireplace and kitchen. All of Hagrid's stuff had been moved out and the place had been recently cleaned. "I've died. This must be hell. I can't live here, this place is smaller than one of the Malfoy's smallest bathrooms." (Although all of the Malfoy's bathrooms could have fit a large pool in them at least).

"This isn't right. This is torture. I'm not staying." I went to go but when I touched the door handle to go my nails were set on fire. "Damn! And to think I just got them done." I tried again. This time I was transfigured into a ferret and back again. Well I had had enough of that in fourth year so I decided not to leave after all. There was a voice that came from a small red circle at the top of the door.

"Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley are to stay here until their lessons or until Professor McGonagall says otherwise." It said in a voice I didn't recognize. So I was stuck here, till lessons at least. "Wonder if there's anything to eat." I searched the cupboards and when I was satisfied that they were empty I sat down in an armchair by the unlit fire. It was at that time I heard whistling coming from some where outside. I got up and peered out the window. It was Weasley. It looked like Granger had enchanted his trunk to be feather light. "Now why didn't I think of that?"

Then I got a plan: "When weasel-face opens the door to haul his trunk in I'll bolt"

I watched the incredibly freckly faced boy arrive at the door and put his trunk down.

This was my chance, I waited till he opened the door just wide enough for me to fit then I ran for it.

I hadn't put so much as a foot outside before I was a ferret again. Weasley took one look at me and toppled over laughing. He stopped immediately though, because this time when I changed back I was completely naked.