Chapter 2: In which two unexpected adjectives are used to describe Malfoy.
Malfoy the Panic-Stricken, Battered White Ferret hung suspended in the air for a moment and then slowly began to fall, for Professor Moody had removed his wand. Professor Moody went into dinner.
Hermione ran to the spot where the evil white ferret would surely fall, and she caught him before he hit the ground.
Malfoy the Exhausted, Injured, Pissed Off Ferret seemed to have fainted. The crowd of Slytherins and Gryffindors dispersed into the Great Hall for dinner leaving Ron, Harry, Hermione, and the Rude Rodent standing outside the doors.
Ron looked confusedly at Hermione.
" You know, he, erm may come in handy soon?" said Hermione uneasily.
Hermione ate quickly as usual, but two things she did were different: she slipped food into her book bag (probably for the fearsome ferret), and she rushed in the direction of Gryffindor House instead of her usual haunt, the library.
Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table. Crabbe and Goyle were looking confusedly from side to side; unsure of where Malfoy had gone. Ron looked in the direction Harry was staring. They looked at each other, doubled up with laughter, and nearly choked on their mouthfuls of beef casserole.
Hermione was sitting in front of the common room fire, massaging her stomach. She needed to rethink this whole 'eat-super fast-in-order-to-get- things-done-during-every-available-time-slot' thing. This wasn't the first time she had gotten a stomachache from eating too fast, either.
The bag at her feet suddenly began pulsing and moving quietly. Hermione put the bag on her lap and looked inside. Malfoy the Humiliated Ferret was awake within. He was shaking his furry white head and looking at his surroundings, which were very dull: Hermione's many books, a bottle of ink, pieces of parchment and a few quills.
He turned his pointed face to Hermione, a look of angry puzzlement on his face. His eyes were practically saying, "Why am I in this mudblood common room in a mudblood's book bag, no less".
"You are here because Professor Moody likes you better as a ferret. For one thing, ferrets do not make noises, that we know of, anyway," said Hermione in a shaky yet sharp voice.
Malfoy seemed to have overlooked the fact that he was still a ferret. He now looked down at his furry white paws and his furry white tail. He felt his furry white face and his furry white belly with his furry white paws. Malfoy emitted a furry white squeak.**
**(Let me know in your reviews if ferrets make noises. I'm allergic to them, and I am clueless.)
The squeak sounded small, and was more a squeak of helplessness than a squeak of "oh no everything about my appearance is furry and white".
Hermione looked at him with longing. He did make an adorable ferret. But she mustn't keep him. He definitely wouldn't get along with Crookshanks.
She sat in the common room for a long while after, trying to calm Malfoy the Psycho Ferret. She finally decided to just make him fall asleep.
"Fatigueosa," said Hermione, pointing her wand at him. He fell out of the bag and curled up into a furry white ball in Hermione's lap to fall asleep.
Malfoy the Panic-Stricken, Battered White Ferret hung suspended in the air for a moment and then slowly began to fall, for Professor Moody had removed his wand. Professor Moody went into dinner.
Hermione ran to the spot where the evil white ferret would surely fall, and she caught him before he hit the ground.
Malfoy the Exhausted, Injured, Pissed Off Ferret seemed to have fainted. The crowd of Slytherins and Gryffindors dispersed into the Great Hall for dinner leaving Ron, Harry, Hermione, and the Rude Rodent standing outside the doors.
Ron looked confusedly at Hermione.
" You know, he, erm may come in handy soon?" said Hermione uneasily.
Hermione ate quickly as usual, but two things she did were different: she slipped food into her book bag (probably for the fearsome ferret), and she rushed in the direction of Gryffindor House instead of her usual haunt, the library.
Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table. Crabbe and Goyle were looking confusedly from side to side; unsure of where Malfoy had gone. Ron looked in the direction Harry was staring. They looked at each other, doubled up with laughter, and nearly choked on their mouthfuls of beef casserole.
Hermione was sitting in front of the common room fire, massaging her stomach. She needed to rethink this whole 'eat-super fast-in-order-to-get- things-done-during-every-available-time-slot' thing. This wasn't the first time she had gotten a stomachache from eating too fast, either.
The bag at her feet suddenly began pulsing and moving quietly. Hermione put the bag on her lap and looked inside. Malfoy the Humiliated Ferret was awake within. He was shaking his furry white head and looking at his surroundings, which were very dull: Hermione's many books, a bottle of ink, pieces of parchment and a few quills.
He turned his pointed face to Hermione, a look of angry puzzlement on his face. His eyes were practically saying, "Why am I in this mudblood common room in a mudblood's book bag, no less".
"You are here because Professor Moody likes you better as a ferret. For one thing, ferrets do not make noises, that we know of, anyway," said Hermione in a shaky yet sharp voice.
Malfoy seemed to have overlooked the fact that he was still a ferret. He now looked down at his furry white paws and his furry white tail. He felt his furry white face and his furry white belly with his furry white paws. Malfoy emitted a furry white squeak.**
**(Let me know in your reviews if ferrets make noises. I'm allergic to them, and I am clueless.)
The squeak sounded small, and was more a squeak of helplessness than a squeak of "oh no everything about my appearance is furry and white".
Hermione looked at him with longing. He did make an adorable ferret. But she mustn't keep him. He definitely wouldn't get along with Crookshanks.
She sat in the common room for a long while after, trying to calm Malfoy the Psycho Ferret. She finally decided to just make him fall asleep.
"Fatigueosa," said Hermione, pointing her wand at him. He fell out of the bag and curled up into a furry white ball in Hermione's lap to fall asleep.
