As Harry and you walked together, Harry paused his rants about his quarrel with Ron, seeing the Cedric badges into ‘Potter stinks’ badges. “You cheat, Potter.”

“You stink, Potter.”

“Good luck, Potter.”

“Potter stinks!” You heard a group of people say as you walked past them.

“Like the badges?” Hannah Abbott’s boyfriend said as Hannah giggled. Harry shoved them away to get through them, you followed along.

Boys insulted Harry as he went to talk to Cedric privately. The Hufflepuff boys insulted Harry in front of you but you ignored them.

“It’s not like I try to blow up things exactly. It just happens a fair bit. You have to admit, thought, fire’s pretty fascinating.” You heard Seamus’ thick Irish accent.

“You’re a right foul git, you know that?” Harry said, more of a statement than a question to Ron who was by Seamus.

“You think so?” Ron asked. “I know so.” Harry responded quickly. “Anything else?” Ron questioned, a bit hurt now. “Yeah. Stay away from me.” Harry answered. Ron sighed a ‘fine’ and left. You heard a familiar gruff voice.

“There’s Potter. Cheat.” Vincent Crabbe spat, one of Draco’s cronies. “Why so tense, Potter?” Draco smirked smugly as he sat on top of the tree in the courtyard. “My father and I have a bet you see. I don’t thin’ you’re gonna last ten minutes in this tournament.” Draco said, before jumping off the tree. “He disagrees. He thinks you won’t last five” Draco steps close to you both as he chuckled.

“I don’t give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy!” Harry pushed him. “He’s vile, cruel. And you’re just pathetic!” Harry walked away, you were about to try and reason with him before… “Pathetic?” Draco inquired before he grabbed his wand to hex Harry.

“Oh, no, you don’t, sonny!” Alastor Moody, your new Defence Against The Dark Professor shot a spell at Draco as he yelped. A yellow-ish beige tornado formed where Draco was and got smaller until a small ferret appeared.

“I’ll teach you to curse someone when their back is turn! You stinking, cowardly, scummy..” Moody started, lifting the ferret that was Draco inside, up and, down, side to side, and loop’s as the ferret squeaked for mercy before the Transfiguration slash Gryffindor Headmistress arrived.

“Professor Moody!” McGonagall called as the one-eyed Professor continued torturing Draco in his ferret form. Shit, shit, shit, shit- Just my day. Father is going to kill me, I bet.. Draco thought in his ferret form. “Back shooting-“ Moody was interrupted.

“What’re you doing?!” McGonagall asked. “Teaching.” Moody lied. “Is that a—-? Is that a student?” The Gryffindor headmistress asked, a bit flabbergasted.

“Technically, it’s a ferret.” Moody corrected before he put Draco the ferret in Vincent’s pants. Gregory Goyle tried to get Draco the ferret out but Draco bit him as he sunk into Vincent’s pants The ferret whined for help as he sunk. Everyone laughed. Great, just my luck.. Potter and his little and only current friend is probably enjoying my punishment.. Draco thought in his ferret head as the light closed in Vincent’s pants as Draco the ferret was trapped.