Flash Literature 2 – The Enigmatic Riddles of Weasels
The passion was overencumbering her, she could no longer hold back. His sharp smile, his adorable squeak, the lust Ginny felt towards Draco as a weasel was unparallel and it played her heartbeat like a drum, she wanted him, she NEEDED him, but alas, he was now a boy, her furrier dreams manifested and shattered within an instant.
Malfoy had had a hard time throughout Hogwarts, constantly ridiculed and embarrassed, but through the pain and torment, one moment shone like an oasis in the sand, his transformation. Malfoy couldn't quite describe the equilibrium of a woodland creature existence, or the wholesomeness of his fluffier form, but since returning to human shape, he couldn't quite shake his lesser habits.
Ginny was a young girl, her day consisted of Twilight fanfiction and smoking wizard crack. She was a 'cool girl', all the boys liked her and she was going out with the super-hot guy from Black Veil Brides, because he was the only one who could understand her ebony heart. She wore the latest gothic trends that were completely black like her really chic black nail polish. But one day, she found a picture of Edward Cullen with cat ears and whiskers and she was so struck by raw emotion for his fluffy ears, that this moment ignited her submerge into a need for things all things furry. Before long, she was drawing manga, and putting ":3" after all her like super-cool twitter feeds to her boyfriend. Uh Oh!
It was after this that she saw him, Weasel Malfoy, his adorable ears, his pointy nose, and his incredibly fluffy tail. She couldn't control herself and ran to embrace him. But when she got there, it was too late. Mcgonagall was here.