I WANNA PLAY!

Chapter 3 - "If you believe Draco should run for the open window now…"

Draco struggled for several moments to overcome his greedy animal nature. In the end, his higher brain won out.

No, he wouldn't risk going for the chocolate at this time as it was simply too much a risk. Besides, his window of opportunity was, literally, narrowing. Once it became too cold in the room, Granger would wake up. She'd close the window, and this perfect chance for a break outside would be lost. As he'd been cooped up inside the Manor with her all spring and summer as she worked on a way to reverse the curse some fanatical, post-war revenge-seeker had cast upon him, his cabin fever was in need of immediate relief.

Delaying any longer might just send him into a ferret frenzy – and no one wanted that, least of all him, as that usually ended with him locked in his cage, sulking until his foul temper ran its course and he was no longer a bite threat.

Besides, he could always trick his girlfriend into giving him some sweets after playtime was over and she hauled him back inside for the night. Granger was a sucker for his big, liquid eyes and those silly 'dooking' noises he made, and she was practically putty in his paws anytime he rolled over and gave her his soft, white belly to tickle.

It was decided: window now, yummies later.

Making a mad dash across the room, his claws put scratches in the fine wood flooring as he ran full tilt. He bounded up onto the window bench and put everything he had into one powerful leap forward…

"Arresto Momentum."

Mid-air, Draco was caught by Granger's spell and frozen in place. Pouting, he hovered, his little arms stretched out beyond the window sill, just barely touching the sky. In his head, he swore up a storm. Drat, he'd been only inches away from a few hours of frolicking fun out on the lawn!

Granger hurried across the room and snatched him up into her arms with a sigh of frustration. Draco cursed his bad luck, even as he rubbed his snout against her warm, heaving bosom. Well, maybe losing this time wasn't all bad…

"Draco, we've talked about this," she growled, heading for her favourite cosy chair near the hearth and taking a seat. With a wave of her wand, she conjured a roaring, warm fire in the fireplace to counter the slight trembling of cold in her limbs. "I know how anxious and full of energy you are as a ferret, and that your instinct is to constantly play, especially outdoors in the grass, but there are owls and hawks out there, and you're their prey of choice."

Draco sniffed in disdain. No Malfoy hawk or owl would dare attempt to snack on him!

"If you were killed," she continued, giving him an arch look, "I'd have to start dating Ron again just so I wouldn't be alone. You wouldn't want that, now, would you?"

No, he bloody well would not! She wasn't to touch Weasley ever, ever, ever again – even if he did remain as a ferret for the rest of his life!

Pushing up so his head was raised high enough that he could look her in the eye, he barked and growled to let her know he absolutely wouldn't stand for such an idea. He even stomped his little paws against her arm in emphasis. Hell, he'd rather she end up with Potter (gag) than the Weasel King!

A small smile tugged at her lips. "Then no trying to escape, okay?" She rubbed a tired hand over her eyes and slumped down into her chair, seemingly too exhausted to go on. "I'll take you out tomorrow, if it's not raining, okay? For right now, let's just go to bed, shall we?"

In an instant, his attention was once more diverted. Going to bed with Granger sounded like a fine plan to him! Forget the cold, autumn outdoors. He'd rather snuggle under the blankets next to a barely dressed girlfriend!

He made a happy chirping noise and nodded his head to indicate he was on board for bedtime.

Granger laughed, leaned forward, and kissed his nose. "I love you, you rotten ferret," she playfully told him. "Let's go to bed."

With that, she lifted him in her arms and headed into the bedroom adjacent to this, her work room. They by-passed the candy dish and passed by the window, which she shut with a simple wave of her wand. Draco gave both distractions nary a glance, his attention wholly focussed now on the way her soft boobs squished under his paws as he gently kneaded against her jumper. He purred in satisfaction at the feel.

Hell, breasts were even better than chocolate, weren't they? And, hey, who needed the freedom of the outdoors when he could play with these toys all night long under a blankie?

~FIN~

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Please review - what did you think of this romantic ending?