Author's Note: Haha, this Chappie was a ramble. A lot of the future Chappies may be rambles. But probably not. This one was kinda not a ramble, it did have a point to it, sorta. But, I hope you enjoy it... I am really sorry I kept you guys waiting like that, I felt so bad. I tried to make this one a little lengthy to make up for it. I'm kind of happy with it. What do you think? ENJOY! R&R!
Disclaimer: I'd be lying to you if I said I was J.K. Rowling.
"So how's your morning so far Hermione?" Ron asked absent-mindedly, putting some jelly on his toast.
"Oh, I've had better!" Hermione said hotly, cutting her sausage roughly.
"Why was it so bad?" Harry asked.
"Stupid Malfoy always has to ruin everything generally! I don't know why he hates me so much... well, other than the fact that I'm a mudblood. But still, I've done nothing to him."
"Don't call yourself a mudblood, 'Mione. You're way better than that Malfoy prat." Harry said.
"Thanks Harry. And you are right, I am better than that prat! I'm way better!"
"Someone's modest." Ron snorted. Hermione smiled.
She happily munched on her toast and helped herself to a big helping of pancakes, splashing syrup over them. She shouldn't let that ferret ruin her day for her. She'd just ignore him and his snide remarks and try to have a good fifth year. Yeah, that's what she'd do...
"Malfoy, please, it's not that bad!" Hermione whispered angrily.
"Granger, I refuse to touch that --- that, disgusting filfth!" Draco cried in disdain, backing away from the Porgy Smidge they were supposed to handle and put in a cage. It wiggled playfully and smiled up at the disgusted Malfoy and the annoyed Hermione.
They were in Care of Magical Creatures, learning how to handle exotic baby/child creatures if they were abandoned. Of course, after promising herself that she wouldn't let a certain ferret ruin her day, she had to be partnered up with him. And he was ruining her day. And she did want to punch him. Oh, skrew it, I'll just start it tomorrow! she though furiously.
"Malfoy, please just put it in its cage! I already fed it and took it out to use the restroom, and it's sleepy now, I'm sure!" she raged.
"Sleepy? Woman, are you daft? That ugly thing is wiggling worse than an actual baby!" Malfoy said in a bored voice.
"But I did most of the work while you sat back like a lazy pig!"
"Being a lazy pig is harder work than you think, mudblood. You have to do nothing and be bored most of the time. So, I think I had a pretty hard job myself." he drawled.
"Gods, you are unbelievable!" she shrieked.
"I know, aren't I?" He smirked.
"Ugh, and you are so conceited, it's ridiculous!"
She was close. So close to going completely balistic on him. Smack the smirk on his lips off. But she refused to. She had more pride, more dignity, than that. So she tried again.
"Malfoy, please just put the Porgy Smidge in the cage. I be --- ask of you." She did not beg infront of Malfoy. That would just be asking him to shoot her.
"Oh, mudblood, why didn't you ask me before? I'd be glad to." He said this sarcastically, but she ignored it and his "mudblood" comment.
She watched him put the Porgy Smidge in the cage.
"Merlin, this thing ways a ton!" he yelled over his shoulder, "And it's disgusting!"
"The cage is just another couple of inches away, Malfoy. You can do it."
"It's nasty and slimy. I don't like it. I want to put it back."
"Like you? Malfoy, just put it in the cage. You want to put it back in the cage."
"Actually, I want to drop it on the floor. I should."
"You wouldn't!" she cried.
He didn't.
Hmm, maybe he is compassionate about life, she thought, somewhat amused.
When the Smidge threw up on him, she couldn't help but laugh. He gave out a disgusted, horrified "blech!" and looked at his dirtied clothing. It was hysterical how he continued to walk against his will to the cage with everyone watching him, bursting into giggles, especially the grinning Harry and Ron. Hagrid spotted the puke on his clothes, and said, "Fed it too much o' that milk, eh, Malfoy?"
He shot Hermione a look that said "you're dead!" and she just smiled back at him, laughing still. And then she watched him put it in its cage, expecting him to slam the cage shut and rattle it a little to scare it. But he didn't. And she was surprised at how calmly and, dare she say it, fatherly and gently he put it in. She think he even saw him whisper a, "Sleep tight, you disgusting thing" to it. She must've been seeing things. He even shut the cage gently.
When he came back over, she was still amused and touched by that scene. Maybe he even has a Heart, she thought.
The moment was ruined when he said, "Ugh, mudblood, that was disgusting."
"Did I see you put that Porgy Smide in there nicely?" she questioned teasingly.
"That disgusting creature? I did no such thing." But his eyes were soft.
"Okay, ferret. I won't tell anyone you might actually have a Heart."
"Mudblood, are you going insane? Malfoy's are emotionless beings, and I am a Malfoy."
"Okay, Malfoy. I have a spell that'll take that puke right off."
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