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Ginny hid a smile, then continued looking through the box. Her hand bumped against something hard, and she pulled out a small, red bottle.
"Mum? What's this?" she asked, turning it over in her palm. Her mother looked over, shaking her head slightly.
"Just rat tonic, dear. I doubt you'll be needing that. Silver seems," she added dryly as he returned to his examination of the desk, "quite healthy to me. Now, I think I hear the distant rumble of thunder, indicating that the rest of the family is ready for dinner."
"I'll be down in a minute," Ginny called after her as she disappeared down the stairway once more. "Now," she added under her breath as she turned back to Silver, "We need to recapture the escapee." As it turned out, however, he gave her no trouble, as was soon back on the bed beside her.
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Draco looked up at her, unsure of exactly what was going to happen next. On the one hand, if she left him alone, he'd really have a chance to look around. On the other, judging by some of the stunts he'd heard were pulled at the Great Hall, dinner with the Weasleys would be, to say the least, interesting. Ginny solved that question rather quickly, however, as she gently plucked him off the bed, lightly rubbing a finger behind his ear as she did.
"C'mon, Silver," she told him softly, making a perch out of the crook of her elbow to deposit him in. As she moved towards the doorway, a new thought struck him. He wasn't sure if Granger had told Ron what she'd done, but Draco knew the bloody git would still recognize him in ferret form. He'd have to keep his head very far down during this dinner.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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Ginny hid a smile, then continued looking through the box. Her hand bumped against something hard, and she pulled out a small, red bottle.
"Mum? What's this?" she asked, turning it over in her palm. Her mother looked over, shaking her head slightly.
"Just rat tonic, dear. I doubt you'll be needing that. Silver seems," she added dryly as he returned to his examination of the desk, "quite healthy to me. Now, I think I hear the distant rumble of thunder, indicating that the rest of the family is ready for dinner."
"I'll be down in a minute," Ginny called after her as she disappeared down the stairway once more. "Now," she added under her breath as she turned back to Silver, "We need to recapture the escapee." As it turned out, however, he gave her no trouble, as was soon back on the bed beside her.
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Draco looked up at her, unsure of exactly what was going to happen next. On the one hand, if she left him alone, he'd really have a chance to look around. On the other, judging by some of the stunts he'd heard were pulled at the Great Hall, dinner with the Weasleys would be, to say the least, interesting. Ginny solved that question rather quickly, however, as she gently plucked him off the bed, lightly rubbing a finger behind his ear as she did.
"C'mon, Silver," she told him softly, making a perch out of the crook of her elbow to deposit him in. As she moved towards the doorway, a new thought struck him. He wasn't sure if Granger had told Ron what she'd done, but Draco knew the bloody git would still recognize him in ferret form. He'd have to keep his head very far down during this dinner.
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