((angelangie: You bet it will~_*
Dracos gal: Will do!
Agelika: No, thank you for giving me the idea. Please feel free to make any suggestions you like about the story ~_~.))
Disclaimer: I don't own Draco. Or Ginny. Or the idea of turning Draco into a ferret. Or pretty much anything else.
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Ginny smiled, returning her mother's hug one-armed. Even more than her father and all her brothers put together, she had always shared a special bond with Mum. Bill was crafty and smart, Charlie was adventuresome, Percy was the 'perfect' son, Fred and George were funny enough that they could probably crack Professor Binns up if they put their minds to it, Ron was a little bit of each, not sure where he fit in but talented nonetheless, but nothing could change the fact that she was Molly Weasley's only daughter. No one had ever told her the whole story, but from snatches of talk she'd heard, her mother had wept when she was born. Ginny could only imagine how it must have felt, raising her sons and loving them all deeply, but all the while feeling the longing any woman has for a daughter, a little girl who might look as she herself had when she was young. And then, the last pregnancy, knowing she would never have a child after this, aching to hope but not daring too, and then. ..sometimes, thinking about it left her feeling a little inadequate. After all, she was what her mother had hoped for, all her life. Shouldn't she be something special - smart, or pretty, amazing at magic, SOMETHING? But Mum never seemed to notice. So far, Ginny's most outstanding accomplishment had been to open the Chamber of Secrets and sic a basilisk on her school, but her mother just didn't care. Unconditional love. The kind only a parent could give. Sometimes, Ginny just didn't know what she'd do if she didn't have her mum and dad.
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Jostled slightly against the side of the cage, Draco let out what should have been an indignant hiss, but emerged a plaintive squeak. This drew Mrs. Weasley's attention, and she turned her friendly smile on him.
"Here's the little one, then," he heard her remark, giving her daughter a final squeeze around the shoulders. "What's his name, Ginny?"
"Quicksilver. Just Silver, really," she replied, also looking to him fondly.
Mrs. Weasley nodded. "Well, I've still got a lot of Scabbers' old things, dishes and such. I'll fetch them for you if you like." Just barely, Draco could see her mouth tighten, and he knew why. His father, of course, kept him abreast of the current happenings in Voldemort's ranks, and he was aware of Pettigrew's deception. Ginny herself didn't bat an eye, so apparently she didn't know.
"That'd be great, mum. I thought I'd take him up to my room now, let him get settled."
"That's fine, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, smiling at her daughter before turning back towards the kitchen.
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((I know this chapter is a bit angsty, but it had to be done. Longer this time, though ~_*))
Dracos gal: Will do!
Agelika: No, thank you for giving me the idea. Please feel free to make any suggestions you like about the story ~_~.))
Disclaimer: I don't own Draco. Or Ginny. Or the idea of turning Draco into a ferret. Or pretty much anything else.
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Ginny smiled, returning her mother's hug one-armed. Even more than her father and all her brothers put together, she had always shared a special bond with Mum. Bill was crafty and smart, Charlie was adventuresome, Percy was the 'perfect' son, Fred and George were funny enough that they could probably crack Professor Binns up if they put their minds to it, Ron was a little bit of each, not sure where he fit in but talented nonetheless, but nothing could change the fact that she was Molly Weasley's only daughter. No one had ever told her the whole story, but from snatches of talk she'd heard, her mother had wept when she was born. Ginny could only imagine how it must have felt, raising her sons and loving them all deeply, but all the while feeling the longing any woman has for a daughter, a little girl who might look as she herself had when she was young. And then, the last pregnancy, knowing she would never have a child after this, aching to hope but not daring too, and then. ..sometimes, thinking about it left her feeling a little inadequate. After all, she was what her mother had hoped for, all her life. Shouldn't she be something special - smart, or pretty, amazing at magic, SOMETHING? But Mum never seemed to notice. So far, Ginny's most outstanding accomplishment had been to open the Chamber of Secrets and sic a basilisk on her school, but her mother just didn't care. Unconditional love. The kind only a parent could give. Sometimes, Ginny just didn't know what she'd do if she didn't have her mum and dad.
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Jostled slightly against the side of the cage, Draco let out what should have been an indignant hiss, but emerged a plaintive squeak. This drew Mrs. Weasley's attention, and she turned her friendly smile on him.
"Here's the little one, then," he heard her remark, giving her daughter a final squeeze around the shoulders. "What's his name, Ginny?"
"Quicksilver. Just Silver, really," she replied, also looking to him fondly.
Mrs. Weasley nodded. "Well, I've still got a lot of Scabbers' old things, dishes and such. I'll fetch them for you if you like." Just barely, Draco could see her mouth tighten, and he knew why. His father, of course, kept him abreast of the current happenings in Voldemort's ranks, and he was aware of Pettigrew's deception. Ginny herself didn't bat an eye, so apparently she didn't know.
"That'd be great, mum. I thought I'd take him up to my room now, let him get settled."
"That's fine, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, smiling at her daughter before turning back towards the kitchen.
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((I know this chapter is a bit angsty, but it had to be done. Longer this time, though ~_*))