Ron watched skeptically as the cat came near him. Hearing something from above, he looked up again, only to be distracted at the pressure on his shin. Ruddy animal. The cat was obviously aware of their mutual dislike, and yet--
Ron gave a yelp at the sensation of claws through his trousers, and suddenly Hermione was there, scooping the demonic thing up and into her arms. Giving Crookshanks a final death glare, he turned to look at Hermione, who was already blushing. "Sure," Ron replied petulantly. His glance darted back to the cat one last time before returning to the conversation for good. He swallowed his complaint.
"I hope it's the right kind, the girl at the shop wasn't all that helpful."