A/N: I'm back!
Disclaimer: I honestly, true to Merlin, mean what I say when I say that I don't own any of the Harry Potter world. If I did, then I would already be Headmistress of Hogwarts, and married to Draco Malfoy.
All Malfoys are ferrets.
"Malfoy, go away! Just go! Go! Go! Leave me alone!"
"Nope."
"Stubborn arse!"
"Look who's talking."
"Hmph. At least I'm no rodent!"
"Well, you have expressed interest in marrying the Weasel… So you would be considered a rodent, eventually."
"You wouldn't know whether I wanted to become a weasel, as you so eloquently put it. I may want tobecmeafret for all you know."
"I'm sorry? Please repeat that."
"You wouldn't wa-"
"No, just say the last sentence."
"I-may-want-to becomeaferret for all you know!"
"Again, louder, slower please."
"I may want to become a ferret for all you know! Now goodbye."
"Hello again! What if I don't want you to become a ferret, then?"
"Who made you supreme-ruler-of-the-universe?"
"That's not me. That's Older-Weasel-Weatherby."
"Not the point. I don't care if you don't want to make me a ferret. I can become one by myself."
"How?"
"Transfiguration, genius."
"What? No, no I meant-"
"I honestly don't care, Malfoy."
"You should. I can make you a ferret, if I wanted to."
"Fine, then. How?"
"Marry me."
A/N: So... what did you think? There's a button down there that you press, where you can tell me!
It's probably not as good as it could have been, but...I was impatient.
Very impatient.