((Dracos gal: Glad you like the name, and let me know if you want anything
else cleared up.
The Slayer: Thank you:)
Rita d.: I know I write short chapters, sorry, it's just a habit. It does mean I can update more often, though.))
Disclaimer: Still own nothing
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Perfect. Just perfect. After a week in that thrice-accursed 'pet shop', Draco had thought this was as bad as it was going to get. Now, he was finally out. Sprung by none other than Ginny Weasley. Quicksilver. ...he attempted a disdainful snort, but only managed a sneeze, drawing a concerned look from his new 'owner'. Not that the name was that bad, really. Given his knowledge of Gryffindor females, he was amazed that he wouldn't be expected to answer to Fluffy or something of that sort. But the very notion of a Malfoy being owned by ANYONE, like some common house- elf, let alone the daughter of his father's arch-enemy. ..he hissed at the very thought. To his annoyance, the look Weasley shot him was an amused one.
"Feisty little one, aren't we?" she asked with a chuckle. He could think, offhand, of about a dozen scathing remarks he could make to that, but, of course, the little brat wouldn't understand a word. It was going to be a toss-up which would be more inconvenient - no wand or no larynx. After all, he thought sourly, he had a year to find out.
"Should we get going?" she asked, her cheerful voice setting his teeth on edge. As Weasley rose from the bench, then gathered up the cage and set off, jolting him with her brisk pace, Draco made a fervent promise to himself.
He was going to KILL Granger.
The Slayer: Thank you:)
Rita d.: I know I write short chapters, sorry, it's just a habit. It does mean I can update more often, though.))
Disclaimer: Still own nothing
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Perfect. Just perfect. After a week in that thrice-accursed 'pet shop', Draco had thought this was as bad as it was going to get. Now, he was finally out. Sprung by none other than Ginny Weasley. Quicksilver. ...he attempted a disdainful snort, but only managed a sneeze, drawing a concerned look from his new 'owner'. Not that the name was that bad, really. Given his knowledge of Gryffindor females, he was amazed that he wouldn't be expected to answer to Fluffy or something of that sort. But the very notion of a Malfoy being owned by ANYONE, like some common house- elf, let alone the daughter of his father's arch-enemy. ..he hissed at the very thought. To his annoyance, the look Weasley shot him was an amused one.
"Feisty little one, aren't we?" she asked with a chuckle. He could think, offhand, of about a dozen scathing remarks he could make to that, but, of course, the little brat wouldn't understand a word. It was going to be a toss-up which would be more inconvenient - no wand or no larynx. After all, he thought sourly, he had a year to find out.
"Should we get going?" she asked, her cheerful voice setting his teeth on edge. As Weasley rose from the bench, then gathered up the cage and set off, jolting him with her brisk pace, Draco made a fervent promise to himself.
He was going to KILL Granger.