Someone take the kettle off the hob please!
Harry watched the egg with trepidation as it rocked on the table before him. Behind him, he can hear Hermione trying to argue with Hagrid about keeping a dragon in his wooden hut. Ron is interjecting with his own comments about things he's heard his dragon handler brother say, and the kettle is hissing in the hearth.
Oddly enough, the kettle is what grabs Harry's attention out of all the noise surrounding him, well, not the kettle, but the hissing, cause he swears he can hear... Words? And those words sound upset, scared even, and Harry, well, he might be going crazy, but Harry feels the need to comfort the kettle, and starts babbling out at the distressed hissing, much like Mrs Figg does with Mr Tibbles or The General, her two most nervous cats.
The hissing quiets down, and the terrified energy that had permeated the room dissipates, at least a little. Harry continues his crooning not noticing that the other occupants of the room have quieted along with the kettle. A few more long moments and the hissing resumes, but less distressed than before, now it feels more impatient than anything. The egg starts rocking more furiously, and a huge crack had split it nearly in half.
The two halves start working to separate, until they pull apart enough that two milky white eyes with pale blue slits bisecting them peek out between the split, and stare right into Harry's.
Harry feels like his body is freezing in place, his bones grow heavy, and his muscles suddenly feel as if they are made of concrete. His entire body feels like it has gone to sleep, like an arm made dead weight after sleeping on it all night. The only part of him he can still feel moving is his eyes and his mouth. The first widen as the creature pokes it's head out further and flicks a tiny pink tongue out at him, and the second coos in delight at the beautiful serpentine head that peeks out of the egg.
One last flick of the tongue and the Milky eyes clear to reflect back the exact shade of arsenic green on Harry's own face, and as if being released from a spell, Harry can suddenly feel his body again. His first action is to reach out one hand towards the head peeking out of the egg, and ignoring the yelps of surprise, he allows the snake inside the egg to wind it's way up his arm, completely ignoring the gooey trail it leaves behind, as well as his friends protestations.