I think this story could use another character...
Third Person POV
Once again, at the great hall, we were all peacefully enjoying our dinner, when Dumbledore again made an announcement.
"This morning, I remember, I spoke to all of you about Millie's, er, visit with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," Ron muttered something about not liking where this was going. "Well, the ministry was concerned."
Most students, or residents under the guidance of the ministry, knew that when the ministry meddled, things got bad.
"So, Cornelious Fudge thought it wise to send someone to watch over us. She will be Co-headmistress. Please welcome, Miss Dolores Jane Umbridge."
There was a halfhearted applause as the students of Hogwarts exchanged glances, unsure of whether they should be afraid or excited. Millie was the only one who actually clapped, clearly of chosen the latter.
"Hem hem," A woman dressed entirely in pink walked up to the podium. She seemed dainty, but she had a stern expression. She had short curled brown hair under a small pink hat, with a pink dress and pink heels. "Thank you, thank you. It has come to my attention that this school hasn't the proper safety measures. The poor dear Millicent Homestead was kidnapped, and that simply will not do. So, as long as I'm here, extra security will be enforced."
She seemed sweet, to most of the students.
"So, as my first act as Co-Headmistress, I would like to deny you of the trips to Hogsmeade on the weekends."
There was a collective groan that flowed throughout the Great Hall, and Umbridge sharply stated, "I know you do not like it, but anyone caught breaking the rules that I enforce will be suspended."
And with that, she flounced back to her seat and enjoyed her dinner.
"I suddenly regret clapping for her," Millie said.
::::In Transfiguration::::
Millie and Harry were partnered up for transfiguration, and the assignment was to transform the other into their favorite animal.
"Transmorphus de cerb" Millie pointed her wand at Harry and he transformed into a majestic stag. He galloped around a bit before Millie uttered the counter-curse.
"My turn" She sang, and Harry looked up the spell.
"Transmorphus de Munte Leoaica" He stepped back as Millie's skinny body sprouted short fur, her head growing twice its size and her nose and mouth protruding out into a snout. A tail shot out just above her rear end, and her hands and feet morphed to large paws. When the transformation was complete, a mountain lioness stood in her place.
"Whoa." Harry said. Millie let out a roar, exposing her large teeth.
"Transmorphus Dívka" Harry said, and Millie returned to her human state.
"That was fun," she smiled.
Over at another table, McGonagall had made the mistake of pairing Draco and Hermione.
"Let's get this over with," Hermione groaned.
Draco merely raised his eyebrows in disgust.
"I can't believe she paired me with this mudblood." Draco muttered what he thought was under his breath, and Hermione whacked him on the head with her wand.
"You wouldn't have complained if you were paired with Millie, who is a mud-ggle-born." Draco averted his eyes. "Have you told her, by the way, about her delusional idea that you liked me?"
"She thought you liked me, too, you know. And no, I haven't. I thought you would, you're her girl...buddy...thing."
"I don't want to ruin her hopes, no matter how unfathomable they are." Hermione retorted.
"Fine, I'll tell her." He snarled.
Hermione clucked her tongue, and turned towards her book.
"I read about Animalian Transformations a couple months ago to fall asleep by." Hermione said, as though that was completely normal.
Draco opened his mouth to say something, but then realized that no insult could measure up to what she just said.
Draco, having not read the subject, looked in his book for the spell.
"What's your favorite animal?" He asked, his lip curling, revealing that he had thought up an insult. "And don't say cow, because I want to see a change."
Hermione frowned and furrowed her brow. "Transmorphus scormino"
Before Draco could think that Hermione had done a good thing by turning him into a tough sounding animal, his legs grew short and his fingers and toes became thin and long, his eyes beady, and he heard a now huge Hermione chuckle.
He inspected himself and then realized that he was a ferret - again.
He squeaked, the horrible memory flooding back through his brain.
"Professor Moody, what are you doing?"
"Teaching."
"Is that a student?"
"Yep."
"Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret!"
Draco began freaking out, squeaking wildly. He wiggled around, scampering back and forth, somehow hoping that this would tell Hermione to turn him back.
Hermione, speaking of, was in a fit of hysterics. She saw Draco's desparate pleas, and found them very amusing.
"Transmorphus chlapec" She cast, finally giving in.
When Draco got back up on his feet, he was either seething or hyperventilating. It was hard to tell.
"Not funny," He said, his voice quavering, though Hermione still laughed. Finally losing his temper, Draco shouted, "Transmorphus Castor!"
Suddenly not laughing anymore, Hermione shrunk in size and was replaced by a large-toothed beaver.
Draco laughed for a bit, but when he saw Granger just sitting there, he turned her back. She was so not as fun.
"Transmorphus Dívka" He pointed his wand at Granger, disappointed. When she was herself again, she hit Draco.
"Hem hem," Umbridge, who had been observing the class from the shadows, stepped forward. "You do not use spells to harm each other. Ten points from both Slytherin and Gryffendor."
The two children glared at each other.
Once Umbridge continued on to another table, Draco turned to Hermione. "Thanks a lot, Granger."
"Don't mess with me, Malfoy."
For a few seconds they just stared at each other, hatred boiling in each of their heads.
Draco, surprisingly, was the first to look away. He turned to his meat-walls, Crabbe and Goyle, and rolled his eyes.
He fell out of his chair when Hermione slapped him with a textbook.
I either made up words or looked them up on a translater. I used Romanian and Czech words. Heh...Heh...