"Harry, honestly, this can't keep happening!" Ginny shouted, exasperated. "Honestly, what if Draco found out? He would kill you!"
Ginny saw him looking at her sadly, and stroked his hair. Sighing, she murmured in his ear, "Love, maybe in a few days you can come back. Just not now."
Hearing the front door open, Ginny jumped up, shoving Harry in the nearest closet. A few seconds later, Draco walked in the bedroom, smiling.
"Hello love," he greeted her, kissing her cheek. Taking his cloak off, he walked to the closet to hang it up. Right before he got there, he heard his wife shout.
"No! Don't open the closet!" she shrieked, throwing herself in front of it.
Draco looked at her oddly, and glanced around the room, his gaze falling on the pair of shoes in the corner. Disbelief covered his face.
"Ginny! Honestly. How could this happen? I mean, the first time, okay, everyone makes mistakes, but again?" he shouted. He picked up the shoes and threw them in the trash.
"Oh, Draco, it won't happen again!" she wailed, still blocking the closet with her body.
He walked over to her, moving her out of the way and opening the door, bending over, he picked up the small grey creature that was huddled in the corner.
Summoning a cage, he shoved him inside and locked it.
"Damn right it won't happen again," he muttered. Walking to the fire place, he quickly flooed himself to the Burrow with the cage in hand. A few seconds later, he returned empty handed.
Ginny stood there waiting, her bottom lip trembling. "Draco…"
"Ginny! Please! That's the second pair of shoes that thing has gotten to in the past week!" he told her, pulling her into his arms. "He can come home after he has learned his manners."
Smiling, Ginny wrapped her arms around him smugly.
Sighing, Draco put his chin on her head.
"Never could figure out why you named the bloody ferret after Potter."
Ginny smirked, a habit she picked up from her husband.
"For the irony."