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Seventeen year old Hermione Granger was walking with her arms full of books when a small puppy darted between her legs causing her to trip and fall. She gave a short yelp as her books scattered and she hit her knees hard.
Without even stopping three guys in the same year as her in Hogwarts ran past- Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott- stepping all over her books and ignoring her shouts.
"Look where you're going!" She yelled as muddy footprints were dug into her books.
The trio didn't even pause as they charged after the puppy. "Hurry up and fucking get him!" Malfoy yelled to his other two friends.
Hermione looked down the alleyway they charged down. What were they doing to that puppy? She told herself not to get involved but that only lasted a second as she heard a pained yelp in the direction of the alley. She stood up and left her books where they lay to go charging after the group.
The puppy must have ducked under a pile of crates and they were throwing them to the side trying to get at him.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing to that puppy?"
"Mind your own business Granger, there's no books here so just toddle off like a good mudblood."
Bloody prat. Her hand tightened on her wand. Zabini finally managed to get close enough to the puppy to snatch at it, and it darted between their legs directly into Hermione's path. With quick hands she levitated the puppy so it was running in the air for a second and picked him up, facing the boys.
Malfoy stepped in front. "That's mine, give it here." He held out his hand.
The puppy made a mournful sound in her arms, trembling. She tightened her hold on it reassuringly. "No."
Three wands came out in response pointing at her and she raised her wand towards them. "Do you know what my head of house is famous for?" She paused, letting them think about it. "Dueling."
Zabini and Nott took a step back but Malfoy was fixated on the puppy. "Why do you have to be such a bloody busy body? Isn't there an essay you could be writing? Give me back my damn dog Granger."
Hermione gave a brief glance down at the puppy, he had silky wild black fur and startling green eyes that looked up at her pleadingly as if asking her not to hand him over. She looked back at the boys facing her- she wasn't giving the puppy up.
"It's my dog now. And I'm taking him home." She started to back away keeping the trio in her sight, and ofcourse just as she thought they would let her walk away without a fight several spells came flying towards her.
She batted them away and sent back stinging hexes smiling at their yelps.
"My father is going to hear about this Granger! Thievery is so unsavory and expected of a muggleborn."
