Draco had to use the toilet desperately, but for some reason he couldn't go. Modesty went only so far in a wire cage and he'd gotten used to having an audience. Besides which, he was alone. Potter and the other two had gone to the Weasleys, leaving Draco locked in Potter's bedroom.

Draco waddled uncomfortably to the laundry basket in the corner and climbed inside with the dirty clothes. The weave of cloth rubbed against his rows of nipples and he winced at their sensitivity. His fur had gotten very thin on his belly and the dark protrusions had ached all week. Licking soothed them slightly, but rubbing against them hurt. He wished he could ask Potter what was wrong with him, but his one attempt at creative pantomime had resulted in Potter giving him multiple belly kisses. After that, Draco had been so flustered he'd hid in his cage the rest of the day.

Draco circled and scratched in the dirty clothes pile, making a nest. Potter's scent surrounded him, a mixture of pine soap and sweat and maleness. It comforted him in a way that had to be because of his ferret senses, just like his female hormones caused his attraction for Potter and had nothing to do with being gay. He settled down, stretched out on his side, and tried to relax enough that he could use the toilet.

He hadn't expected to start going suddenly. He didn't even get a chance to move when wetness gushed from between his legs. And he wasn't finished. His back cramped and pressure built intensely at his crotch. This was going to be messy. Potter was going to throw a strop for soiling his ratty robes.

There was no stopping now, though. Draco bore down and a pain not unlike the slashing spell (for which he still had to get Potter back) tore at his guts. Agony flared white-hot at his groin, and he whimpered as he expelled.

Panting harshly, his guts still ripping apart inside, he pried open his eyes as a bitter stench assaulted his nose. "Kek-kek." His heart leapt to his throat in panic, blocking further sound. Millimeters from his groin lay a bloody, pinkish blob the size of a galleon. He'd shat out an organ!

Agony speared his groin again and he curled with a choked cry. He pushed another organ from his body, unable to stop. He sobbed in despair. He'd been cursed! He was expelling his innards and Potter wasn't home to save him.

His lower body seized again in pain and he knew this was the end. He was going to die. Goodbye, Harry. I lo—

"Cheep."

Did his pancreas just cheep at him?

Draco opened an eye and stared at the organ. The organ cheeped. "Cheep-cheep-cheep."

A third organ joined the first two before Draco was able to sniff at the cheeping blob. The bitter odor made his eyes water further. The second organ started cheeping in counterpoint to the first, waving its legs. Since when did organs have mouths and legs? And why did they sound like birds? The pain must've made him delusional. He shifted, curving his body towards his groin, to smell the other two expelled.

"Eep," he gasped, startled, when the first organ latched onto his nipple near his lower body and began sucking. Pleasant warmth built around that nipple, soothing the sensitivity of the dark teat. As he continued staring at the organ, a face formed behind the bloody goo covering it.

He looked at the second organ, then the third, as pressure built in his groin again. Faces appeared where before he'd seen none in his panic. And the legs – the organs each had five. Or rather, four legs and a tail.

Shocked, Draco blinked several times and then swiped his tongue across one of the faces. He could now see a nose, a mouth, two closed eyes and silly-looking ears. He hadn't shat out any organs; he'd shat out three animals!

His body seized in pain.

Four animals!

Fine hairs tickled his tongue as he licked one of the animals clean. The bloody goo didn't taste much like anything. The pinkish blob became distinguishable as a faintly haired, cheeping critter that suddenly reminded Draco of one of the pictures he'd seen in Potter's ferret pet care book. The picture labeled: 'Newborn Kit'.

Draco felt light-headed. The extreme pressure returned, and he lifted his leg. A small, bloody muzzle poked out from his female bits, not his arsehole. He lowered his leg, head spinning. He wasn't going to the toilet; he was giving birth.

Draco might have passed out, if kit number five didn't demand entry into the world. Pain seared his loins, and he would laugh insanely if it hadn't hurt so badly. He was having babies!

Soon, four kits cheeped for attention, while a fifth sucked on Draco's tit. Draco's mind blanked in hysteria. He felt detached, like he was watching himself from a distance as he guided all the kits to individual nipples and, while they were sucking, cleaned them with his tongue.

"Oh, Draco." Draco lifted his glassy eyes and found Potter kneeling beside the laundry basket. He hadn't heard Potter come into the bedroom. "How brilliant. You're a mum."

"Dook," Draco said dazedly, the taste of afterbirth lingering in his mouth.

"They're tiny." Potter's tone was filled with awe. He reached out to touch and hesitated. "May I?"

Draco butted his nose against Potter's fingers. Potter caressed him behind the ears, and then stroked a gentle finger along one of the kit's backs. He thought he saw tears in Potter's eyes. "Precious. Oh, Draco, they're so precious. Look what you did."

Warmth filled Draco's belly, radiating outwards where the kits nursed. The fuzz faded from his mind, as he looked at the five baby ferrets that had come from inside of him. Tiny paws kneaded him, while little mouths suckled with barely audible happy noises. They squirmed slightly, tails coated with thin white fur twining together.

"It's hard to believe you made them from nothing," Potter whispered roughly, carefully petting another kit. "A completely different kind of magic that I could never master."

Pride swelled in Draco. He'd done something Potter couldn't!

Potter cleared his throat, pushed up his glasses, and wiped his eyes. He gave Draco an emotional smile and scratched him under the ear. "Congratulations, mum."

Draco leaned into the touch. "Dook-purr-dook-dook."

Potter laughed softly, kissed him on the head, and Draco felt like he'd done the most brilliant thing in the world.

His gaze shifted back to the kits nursing contentedly.

Maybe he had.

tbc...