OH MY GOD!!
Really sorry...I have something to confess. I actually wrote Chapter 3 already when I posted the first 2 chapters.
However, it was really short, so I was wondering if I should continue adding to it or let it be a cliffhanger to be immediately continued in Chapter 4.
This is my first ever fanfic, so I did not expect to get 16....16!!! reviews in one day. Wow.
Hence I shall just put whatever I have written of the abrupt Chapter 3 up immediately. Since this story have not been beta-ed, please do not be too angry if I make any mistakes. =)
Now for Chapter 4 and beyond, I am really lost. (No long term plans beyond Draco adjusting to human form though)
To those who had thrown out plot bunnies in every direction so far, I appreciate all of them, even if I am not going to use them in this story. Maybe for another one some other time when inspiration strikes.
P.S. Jessie, Whitethorn, Shuo Ri, As, Meirta(esp. you!), you guys must have mind-reading abilities. Snape IS the one that turns Draco human.
Yes, I would like to clarify, Draco-the-ferret is not Draco Malfoy. So our poor dear is not a repressed human kid. Don't worry.
I really don't know how to deal with a badly-traumatised kid who is stuck as a ferret for months or years on end. Imagine what it can do to his intellectual and psychological development. Oww.
I know the ferret seems kinda too intelligent, but believe me, my friend's cat behaves the same way. If you say anything insulting to it, it turns very aggressive. I have this theory that animals can sense the vibes human give off, even if not the precise meanings of every word spoken.
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Chapter 3
Four Years Later...
"POTTER! If you have to keep your blasted rodent with you the least you can do is control it and make sure it behaves itself!"
Snape was yelling at Draco again. Or more specifically, at Harry, who was struggling to control the wayward ferret in his grasp. Draco has, yet again, managed to upset the professor.
Not that it was hard to work Snape up into a frenzy, but the frequency of Draco-related class disruptions were so high that even the Slytherins had lost interest in sniggering when Harry got
another earful. Harry, conversely, never got used to being scolded by a professor, seeing as to how the other professors always favored him and never holler at him like Snape does.
Head down, he caught a glimpse of Hermione, in the seat ahead, shaking her head, probably lamenting the number of points Gryffindor is going to lose THIS time. Ron, beside her, was mouthing 'Stupid git' at Snape as he swept by towards Harry.
Harry felt a wave of gratitude towards his best friend, who have always fully understood and support Harry's love for his pet, despite his own Scabber's, or rather Peter Pettigrew's, betrayal in Third year.
Harry's thoughts ground to a halt as a imposing shadow fell across his desk.
'Oh oh. More music to face.'
With ears red, Harry gulped as he looked backed up at his yelling professor who was now towering over his desk. His grip loosened for a moment and Draco seized this chance to leapt out of Harry's hold
and scuttled across the table.
And knocked Harry's cauldon, filled to the brim with bright pink "Diffusion Colour Potion" they were brewing for this class, right onto Snape's robes.
The class was stunned for a moment. Then, muted guffawing could be heard from several different directions at once.
Harry could see the humour in the sight of a bright pink Snape as the Potion was absorbed into his skin through his clothes and spread all over his body,
leaving a bright pink Professor, but he really didn't think Snape would be tickled pink by the situation at all.
Judging at the two exceptionally bright spots of colour on Snape's cheeks, he was in for it.
And so was Draco, from the way Snape is now eyeing the ferret which have jumped back into Harry's arms, startled by the clutter he had caused.
The murderous intent in his eyes was clear for all to see. The sniggering abruptly died down.
"Mr Potter," Snape's voice was icy, "I will not have your RODENT in my class again, despite what the Headmaster says.
Since you are unable to control it, I would just have to get rid of your communication problems with it!" With that, he pointed his wand straight at Harry.
"HOMOMANISUS!"
The teenager squeezed his eyes tightly shut and held his breath, prepared to be hexed into oblivation by the obscure spell. The sensation that came, however, was not one of pain. All he felt was a sudden strange, warm weight in his arms.
'Is Snape trying to make me fall down by giving me a lead weight?', the confused boy thought. 'Obviously that won't succeed as I am sitting down'.
Unable to stand the suspense and silence that had decended over the class, Harry opened his eyes to take a peek, and nearly had a heart attack.
In his arms, where Draco the albino ferret had been just a moment before, now lies a human, if pale boy.