Ron stood under the tree. "Listen Hermione, I'm glad you brought me with you to pick up your parents, but there are going to be some ground rules if we're taking this relationship any– oof!"

Hermione watched, fascinated, as the furry missile that had dropped from the tree proceeded to unfold and sink its teeth into Ron's neck. "That's unfortunate," she muttered. "I wonder if Mr Malfoy was serious about making amends?"