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Pest
By Silver Sailor Ganymede

Crookshanks can be a pest sometimes. Hermione loves him to bits, really she does, but right now he's getting on her nerves. He keeps jumping onto the notes she's trying to re-read and purring so loudly that she can't concentrate. She knows that he wants her to go to sleep so he can curl up next to her, but she can't do that just yet.

"Crookshanks, for goodness sake, I have my Charms OWL tomorrow," she snaps at the cat, picking him up and moving him away from her parchments. He glares at her, annoyed.

Less than a minute later he is getting in her way again. She resigns herself to the fact that she won't be able to get any more work done before her exam… unless of course she gets up really early in the morning.

"Alright, puss. You win," she sighs.

Crookshanks meows once, then curls up at her feet to go to sleep.

Hermione smiles. Crookshanks can be a pest sometimes, but Hermione knows that she wouldn't have him any other way.