New wood patched singed holes in the roof and fresh paint coated portions of the walls in Hagrid's hovel. Scorch marks blackened the stone of the floo-connected fireplace. A few pieces of knocked-together furniture and stacks of half-opened boxes labeled 'To Hagrid' filled the otherwise Spartan rooms. Fang slept on a pile of rags near a hinged dog door, and other beasts of various shapes, sizes, and viciousness sat in cages in the groundskeeper's shack.

Draco's solitary cage, with its food and water dishes and a tea towel for a nest, balanced on a three-legged stool near Hagrid's bed. Whilst eating regular meals and having a seemingly safe place to stay was good, it didn't counter the horror of getting front row seats for Hagrid's slap and tickle sessions with Madame Maxime from Beauxbatons.

"Oh, Olympe."

"Ooo, 'Agrid."

It was so disgusting that Draco couldn't turn away, each time it happened. He didn't know who was hairier: Hagrid or Madame Maxime, or that halfbreeds could contort in those positions. And he wasn't turned on at all by the size of Hagrid's prick or Madame Maxime's melons.

"Dook-dook-dook-dook." Draco rubbed his groin against his tea towel to scratch at his… um, fleas. "Dook-dook-dook."

The nights lengthened, snow piled on the ground outside, and Draco's furry life took on a comfortable routine. He ate, slept, taunted Fang and the other beasts, and explored the nooks and crannies of his new home when let out of his cage. Hagrid left for periodic stretches of time and returned complaining about the war. The Dark Lord held the wizarding world in a terrified grip, the other side waging a losing battle. Hagrid mentioned Harry Potter's name occasionally with a slight tone of contempt that caused Draco to smirk. It seemed the Chosen Prat and his sidekicks went off repeatedly without telling anyone where they were going or what they were doing. Apparently, it was a bone of contention with a majority of the Anti-Dark Lord followers.

As Hagrid nattered on about his latest trip to the City, Draco lifted his hind leg and licked at the swollen skin at his crotch. The area felt hot. He hoped he hadn't gotten an infection from the tea towel from Madame Maxime's last visit.

"Then 'e goes, 'I wish I could tell ya, Hagrid. Here's a new canary instead'," Hagrid groused, clomping around the room, refilling water dishes. The yellow canary rode on his head, twittering incessantly and streaking his hair with bird doo. "Not that a canary isn'a lovely gift, but I'd rather be helpin' than brushed aside."

Hagrid reached Draco's cage and opened the door. Draco glanced at him, licking away, as Hagrid poured water in the water dish. He was surprised when Hagrid picked him up next. "Eee!"

"Easy, lil' girl," Hagrid said, exposing Draco to the light. He massaged his thumb against Draco's swollen groin area. Draco would've bit him if it hadn't felt kind of good. "Looks like I need t'find a fella fer ya."

"Ooo-dook-dook-dook-purrrr," Draco replied, arching into Hagrid's touch.

Hagrid chuckled and plopped Draco onto his broad shoulder, much to Draco's disappointment. The canary peered over the side of Hagrid's head and twittered at Draco. Draco shot the canary an evil look, climbed down Hagrid, and scampered off to explore the contents of the box Hagrid had brought home with him.

Ooh, shiny.

Two days later, Hagrid took away the scrying crystal Draco'd nicked and gave Draco a roommate, instead.

"Dook-dook-dook!" the brown and beige ferret said loudly and sniffed the air. "Dook-dook!"

Just because Draco had been turned into a ferret, didn't mean he automatically knew the language. "Dook," he said, and sniffed the air, too, then sneezed. The other ferret had a very strong odor, heavy on the musk.

Stinky came closer, sniffed Draco, and laughed excitedly in his ear. "Dook! Dook-dook-dook-dook!"

Draco winced at the noise. He shot Stinky a withering glare and turned his back dismissively. He yelped when he felt a nose nudge his posterior. "Eeeep!"

"Dook-dook-dook!" Stinky exclaimed, spun in a spastic circle, and advanced on Draco. His nose twitched rapidly as he sniffed the air some more.

Draco panicked, backing into a corner of the cage. "Kek-kek-kek-kek."

"Dook-dook!" Stinky leapt.

"Eee-oof!" Draco lost his breath when Stinky landed fully on him. Stinky laughed and turned around and sniffed at Draco's crotch.

A pair of ferret balls rested on Draco's nose. Draco sniffed them before he could stop himself. The musk was concentrated heaviest there and he felt his groin tingle in response.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. A ferret was not turning him on.

"Dook-dook-dook-dook-dook-dook-dook," Stinky chuckled, sniffing away.

"Kek-kek-kek!" In a panic, Draco scrabbled against Stinky, throwing him off. Leaping to his feet, Draco bolted, but there was nowhere to run in a cage. Stinky gave merry chase, with a dooking jungle cry.

Stinky tackled Draco from behind and they tumbled around the bottom of the cage. Draco ended up with his face in Stinky's crotch again and he got a deep whiff of musk. The tingle intensified, his lower body heating in the still swollen area. "Dook-dook-dook," he found himself saying before his eyes widened in dismay.

"Dook-dook!" Stinky exclaimed joyfully, jumped around, and clamped his teeth on the scruff of Draco's neck.

Draco tensed in fear, but Stinky only started pushing him around the cage. The hold on his neck was too strong to break. Draco slunk in circles, feeling the vibration of Stinky's soft chuckles against his back, and gradually, he relaxed. The musky scent permeated his fur, surrounding him. His swollen groin began to itch and throb with heat.

By the time he felt the poke in the place he wasn't supposed to have, the pleasure at having the itch scratched outweighed any lingering repulsion. And really, what was there to be repulsed about? It wasn't like a squid was molesting him again. Stinky was a ferret; Draco had the body of a ferret; and Merlin, that feels good.

Stinky rode him slowly, mouth clamped on the back of Draco's neck, continuing their lazy circling around the bottom of the cage. Draco lost himself in a haze of bliss.

But all good things eventually came to an end in thrusts and spurts, and Draco's moan of dismay rose from his throat when Stinky released him. He wobbled to his feet and faced Stinky. "Dook," he implored softly, hoping for more.

Stinky ignored him and continued licking at the pink protrusion of his penis.

Draco huffed at the dismissal, slinked under the tea towel in the corner, and settled in for a nice, long sulk.

When Draco eventually reemerged, Stinky was gone, but Hagrid brought him back later that night. Stinky dooked and sniffed Draco's crotch, wanting another go. Draco gave it up readily and got shagged for much longer as a result. The sex was better than what he'd had in the past, squid and human alike (though, he still had to put up with the laughter).

Hagrid took Stinky away again as soon as he'd finished, leaving Draco satiated and alone. He snuggled in his nest and fell soundly asleep.

tbc...