Summary: A series of (mostly) unrelated drabbles in the Harry Potter universe (which, alas, I do not own.)

Pre-Fic Note: This drabble was done for a contest at the Sorting(underscore)(underscore)Hat on livejournal. The objective was to write a 250 word drabble that had to include the word "animagus".

Also, this is Pre-HBP.

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Draco Malfoy could not believe his luck. His weekend had been shaping up to be quite dismal at best—having failed both a Potions and a Transfiguration exam as well as catching Pansy and Crabbe snogging in a broom cupboard—before he stumbled upon the scene before him. Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley were engaging in what appeared to be a clandestine meeting at—here, he had to check his watch—half past midnight. As the two attempted to slink down the corridors—sans Potter’s blasted invisibility cloak—Draco decided to answer opportunity’s knock. Following at a distance that ensured concealment, he tracked the couple’s progress to the Astronomy Tower.

Though he did not want to watch any displays of affection between the two Gryffindors—even Draco had limits as to what he could stomach—he wanted to make certain he had something perfectly incriminating. He was not above snitching on Potter; hadn’t been in first year and still wasn’t in sixth year. He did not get close enough to hear their conversation; instead he pressed himself against the stairway wall and stole a peek every now and then. On his seventh or eighth glance, he realized—to the relief of his dinner—that they would not be making with any sort of romance. No, they appeared to be attempting some sort of spell.

On her fifteenth try, Weasel-girl’s form shimmered and shrank into a small, furry rodent. Draco could barely contain his amusement when he realized what her animagus form was. It was pure irony. The Weasel-girl was a bloody weasel.