"Mustela Furo!"
Draco heard her yell, saw the flash of silver light, but was powerless to stop it. For the second time in his life, he felt an odd prickling sensation over his skin, felt his muscles contract, along with the rest of his body. He opened his mouth to yell, and it emerged as a squeak. Flailing wildly, he fell to the flagstones. As a ferret. Again. Giving himself a neck-strain in the process, he raised his head to look at Granger, beady eyes narrowed. Angrily, he spat out the most vicious insults he could muster - but all that came out was the same frantic squeaking. The mudblood, he noted sourly, was fighting off a smirk. Ignoring his glare of loathing, she strode over, then plucked him off the ground. Acting on the philosophy that actions spoke louder that words, Draco promptly attempted to bite her. And was just as promptly wrapped in a scarf. A GRYFFINDOR scarf, to add to the indignity. Once he was immobilized, she addressed him sharply.
"All right, you. Listen up. That spell was slightly." she paused a moment. "Er. ..stronger than the one Professor Moody used. The effects won't fade for roughly-" she wadded the scarf more tightly. "A year." Draco's thrashing renewed at that. A YEAR?!? Stuck in this accursed form and held prisoner by a mudblood for a YEAR?
"Oh, pipe down," the mudblood in question snapped. "I certainly have no intention of keeping you, if that's what you're thinking." She smiled slowly. "I think I know a certain Magical Creatures shop that might take you in. .."
((A/n-thanks again to the Lone Reviewer!))
Draco heard her yell, saw the flash of silver light, but was powerless to stop it. For the second time in his life, he felt an odd prickling sensation over his skin, felt his muscles contract, along with the rest of his body. He opened his mouth to yell, and it emerged as a squeak. Flailing wildly, he fell to the flagstones. As a ferret. Again. Giving himself a neck-strain in the process, he raised his head to look at Granger, beady eyes narrowed. Angrily, he spat out the most vicious insults he could muster - but all that came out was the same frantic squeaking. The mudblood, he noted sourly, was fighting off a smirk. Ignoring his glare of loathing, she strode over, then plucked him off the ground. Acting on the philosophy that actions spoke louder that words, Draco promptly attempted to bite her. And was just as promptly wrapped in a scarf. A GRYFFINDOR scarf, to add to the indignity. Once he was immobilized, she addressed him sharply.
"All right, you. Listen up. That spell was slightly." she paused a moment. "Er. ..stronger than the one Professor Moody used. The effects won't fade for roughly-" she wadded the scarf more tightly. "A year." Draco's thrashing renewed at that. A YEAR?!? Stuck in this accursed form and held prisoner by a mudblood for a YEAR?
"Oh, pipe down," the mudblood in question snapped. "I certainly have no intention of keeping you, if that's what you're thinking." She smiled slowly. "I think I know a certain Magical Creatures shop that might take you in. .."
((A/n-thanks again to the Lone Reviewer!))