((Dracos Gal: Okay, good:). (Btw, thanks for your review of 'I Do or
Die'!)))
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything, I just like to depress myself by repeating it before every chapter.
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She nodded, then turned them back to face the room once more. Now that he could see, Draco quickly scanned the room. It was rather small - the bed, pushed against one wall, took up nearly a third of the floor space. In the far corner stood a small dresser, a mirror hung unsteadily on the wall behind it. Opposite to this was a wooden desk, sturdy but a bit chipped, with a few quills and sheets of parchment scattered atop it. He barely had time to notice this, however, before Ginny had crossed the room to the bed, sitting down and resting his cage beside her. She undid the lock, fingers fumbling slightly on the unfamiliar catch, then pulled open the door. Almost hesitantly, he climbed out through the small opening, sliding onto the green-patterned sheets.
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Watching Silver rise unsteadily to his paws, Ginny placed her hand beside him, then felt him brace his tiny frame against her. He was soon sure of his footing, however, and was at the edge of the bed in seconds. Certain that he'd fall, she was about to lunge after him, when he suddenly began to climb down, hanging on to the dust ruffle. He quickly reached the floor, then was really off, poking into every nook and cranny he could find. She smiled, watching him. She wasn't worried he'd get loose - Mum had spelled the room to keep the mice out, and the wards would also serve to keep a ferret in.
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Draco paused in his explorations for a moment, hearing a slight rap on the door. Ginny, who had been following his progress with apparent amusement, called out.
"It's open, Mum."
The door squeaked open once again, to reveal Molly Weasley with an assortment of bundles in her arms. She joined her daughter on the bed, looking to the empty cage with a frown.
"Silver's over there," Ginny reassured her, nodding at the desk, which he was currently half-way up.
"Now how did he get out? He didn't bite you, did he?" Molly asked with sudden alarm, until Ginny cut her off with a laugh.
"It's fine, Mum. He just wanted to look about."
Her mother nodded, pacified for the moment, and deposited her parcels. Ginny helped her undo the coarse twine that bound the old boxes. Silently, Draco turned, climbing up the other side of the bed, looking over the things they took out. A set of food and water dishes was taken out, followed by a rough cotton pillow, the edges slightly raised, which looked as if it had been gnawed by its previous inhabitant. Draco sniffed them dubiously, startling a laugh out of Molly as she finally noticed him.
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Disclaimer: Still don't own anything, I just like to depress myself by repeating it before every chapter.
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She nodded, then turned them back to face the room once more. Now that he could see, Draco quickly scanned the room. It was rather small - the bed, pushed against one wall, took up nearly a third of the floor space. In the far corner stood a small dresser, a mirror hung unsteadily on the wall behind it. Opposite to this was a wooden desk, sturdy but a bit chipped, with a few quills and sheets of parchment scattered atop it. He barely had time to notice this, however, before Ginny had crossed the room to the bed, sitting down and resting his cage beside her. She undid the lock, fingers fumbling slightly on the unfamiliar catch, then pulled open the door. Almost hesitantly, he climbed out through the small opening, sliding onto the green-patterned sheets.
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Watching Silver rise unsteadily to his paws, Ginny placed her hand beside him, then felt him brace his tiny frame against her. He was soon sure of his footing, however, and was at the edge of the bed in seconds. Certain that he'd fall, she was about to lunge after him, when he suddenly began to climb down, hanging on to the dust ruffle. He quickly reached the floor, then was really off, poking into every nook and cranny he could find. She smiled, watching him. She wasn't worried he'd get loose - Mum had spelled the room to keep the mice out, and the wards would also serve to keep a ferret in.
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Draco paused in his explorations for a moment, hearing a slight rap on the door. Ginny, who had been following his progress with apparent amusement, called out.
"It's open, Mum."
The door squeaked open once again, to reveal Molly Weasley with an assortment of bundles in her arms. She joined her daughter on the bed, looking to the empty cage with a frown.
"Silver's over there," Ginny reassured her, nodding at the desk, which he was currently half-way up.
"Now how did he get out? He didn't bite you, did he?" Molly asked with sudden alarm, until Ginny cut her off with a laugh.
"It's fine, Mum. He just wanted to look about."
Her mother nodded, pacified for the moment, and deposited her parcels. Ginny helped her undo the coarse twine that bound the old boxes. Silently, Draco turned, climbing up the other side of the bed, looking over the things they took out. A set of food and water dishes was taken out, followed by a rough cotton pillow, the edges slightly raised, which looked as if it had been gnawed by its previous inhabitant. Draco sniffed them dubiously, startling a laugh out of Molly as she finally noticed him.
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