Author's Note : alas! the long-awaited new chappie of the girl and the ferret! now, dont start rejoicing people, because we have sad news : ( hermionemalfoy18, ((MeGz)) has decided not to co-write this fic anymore! yes, yes, tragic, isnt it? well, its not that big of a deal because...gasp!

there's only one more chapter left until its...THE END!

P.S. sorry for the lack of updates..and im sorry for lack of excuses..

HAPPY TURKEY DAY!

Painful tingles went all over Draco's small body. His paws were slowly turning into hands and feet. Draco screamed as he felt his body stretch bigger and wider. He felt his muscles hardened, for his flexible body was growing. Draco screamed out in pain when his head was growing bigger. Draco kicked and screamed as if he were on fire. This is, undoubtedly, the most unpleasant feeling ever. It was definitely a more painful transformation than an unmentioned previous experience for Draco had only been turned into a ferret for about eight minutes. It has been ages since Draco has been in his human form.

The fur attached to his skin was started to go away, replaced by human flesh. Draco slowly opened his eyes and brought his hands up.

I'm…me. Draco thought in awe.

Suddenly, he felt cold.

Very cold.

Draco looked down and flushed.

Holy shit.

Then someone was laughing unpleasantly. Draco looked up. A man was laughing at him with amusement and excitement in his eyes. The heat was creeping up on Draco's cheeks.

"My, my, my, Draco Malfoy… How long has it been?" Regulus Black laughed. Anger bubbled up in the pit of his stomach. Before Draco could say anything, Black laughed again.

"I wouldn't say anything if I were you, Draco. After all, I am your mother's cousin's cousin." Draco clenched his teeth in anger. "Besides, you wouldn't want to do anything…embarrassing in front of the filthy low-class mudblood, now would you?"

Draco's eyes widened. He forgot that Hermione was in the room. He muttered curses to himself. Memories from the past month went through his head. The towel, the lights, the shopping, the costume, Potter, the Weasleys…

"M-Malfoy?" Hermione's voice squeaked. Draco's head snapped up in attention. He looked directly into her eyes and saw panic and fear. Her cheeks were red due to embarrassment and anger. Draco's face remained calm, although inside his heart was beating rapidly and he was feeling very warm all of a sudden. Draco's hand instinctively covered what was not meant to be seen, even though he was sitting in the middle of a patch of flowers.

"Granger," Draco nodded his head. This was a big mistake though. Her eyes flashed from sympathy to fury. It seemed as though you could almost see the fire in her eyes.

"HOW COULD YOU! I FED YOU, I TOOK YOU IN, I TOOK CARE OF YOU, I LET YOU ON MY BED (Draco tried really hard not to smirk), I DEFENDED YOU, I…I…" Hermione's hands were waving around like a mad woman. Her hair was getting frizzier by the second; her cheeks were still flushed, and she had a great look of disgust on her face that made him want to laugh.

Although this was not an appropriate time to laugh at a situation like this, especially when she was being all caps-locky.

"Draco Malfoy, how could you do this? You just turned into a ferret into my front yard and had no intentions of telling me that it was you?"

"---I tried---" Draco muttered.

"---The Draco Malfoy that the whole Wizarding world is looking for because he was missing just like that---" Hermione snapped her fingers.

"Granger…" Draco said in a calm voice.

"Dumbledore is most especially worried because he was looking for past Head Boys and Girls because he wanted to see if they wanted to take Sprout's place for she is taking an early retirement---" Hermione ranted on, pacing in circles.

"Granger…" Draco was getting pissed off right now. Here she goes again, talking and talking and talking and talking, but not really saying anything. It was pointless, really.

"So I found you in our front yard, picked you up because I felt sorry for you. Harry and Ron came over and we had a splendid time eating and talking over dinner. But I knew that something was definitely wrong, you know why, Malfoy?" Hermione stopped pacing. She was glaring at him, but there was a deep frown on her face. She looked like she was forcing herself to stop crying, although she was having a lot of trouble doing so.

"Every Wednesday night," Hermione managed to choke out, for tears were already streaming down her face, "on the second week of the month it's always my cursed day. I was planning this little dinner for Harry, Ron, and I (Draco scowled at the mention of their names) for about four months now, because of their busy schedules. I went to Wizard Mart and I literally had to wrestle this one old lady for the last chicken. And it took me a long time to do so, since she was a retired professional stunt woman. When I got the chicken, I put my special sauce on it and put it in the oven. You see, I forgot that it was in the oven when we were watching the SpongeBob movie, okay? It's not my fault that the chicken burned! It's not my fault! The chicken burned! The chicken burned! THE CHICKEN BURNED!" Hermione cried, fell on her knees, and sobbed loudly.

And the most emotional woman on earth award goes to… Hermione Granger! Please step up and claim your prize!

…

On second thought, never mind… that doesn't sound like a good idea right now…

"Sad story… such a tragic story…" Black was wiping his eyes with a napkin. Draco looked stupidly at him.

"I know… I know…" Hermione quietly said between sobs.

"Here, let me give you a hug. It looks like you need one," Black spread his arms out. Hermione stupidly got up and went towards him. She really needed a hug right now…

"No, Hermione!" Draco yelled out for the first time in a month. (It felt really weird now that he could talk and that humans, like himself, could actually understand him.) But Draco was too late. Hermione turned around at the sound of her name, but Regulus Black grabbed her hands and grasped it tightly behind her back.

"Stupid mudblood girl! So pathetic…" Black whispered something in her ear, which made Hermione grimace.

"Leave her alone!" Draco yelled.

Wow…this is what it must feel like to be a Gryffindor…what the hell?

"Or what, Draco? Show off?" Black laughed evilly.

"What has she ever done to you? To me, uncle dearest?" Draco said those last two words as if Black was a whiny six-year-old.

"Haven't you figured it out by now, Draco? It has been many years since I was gone, waiting for this moment to arrive. The Dark Lord told me to go in hiding until I felt it was the right moment! Truthfully, I, the Dark Lord's most loyal servant, did not know what he meant. It took me many, many years to figure out. But then, I happened to pass by the Malfoy Manor one day not so long ago. Disguised as your neighbor, I ended up walking up to the Manor to visit your father and learn what has been happening over the past few years. Your father and I were having a pleasant chat about the latest Wizarding cheese graters, when the topic suddenly turned to the family." Black smiled, showing yellow-black teeth that made you want to hand him a toothbrush.

"Lucius was always bragging on how the Malfoys were always this and always that and a bag of Cheetos…oh, how I despised Lucius. Always bragging on things that I couldn't do because I was in hiding! Always---" An annoyed sigh came from Hermione---whose hands were still held behind her back---which made Black get out of his rants.

"Anyways… I learned about you and how you're doing at school. Lucius told me about Potter and his two friends: a blood-traitor Weasley and a mudblood girl. I knew that Potter was always up to the Dark Lord. Truthfully, I'm too big of a Quidditch fan to actually hurt Weasley… so then, I decided on the mudblood girl. I knew that without Potter's friends he would be nothing, especially since he lost the next best thing to a father… my brother." Black smiled again.

Yada-yada-yada… Draco thought, bored. As if I actually care. Black then started talking about how he and Sirius Black used to be the best of friends until he turned against the Dark Lord. He also talked about how he finally figured out how to successfully make soup out of water, rocks, and a pair of old socks…and all that other boring junk. Hermione was seriously trying not to sleep, because it was very late at night (Draco guessed) and everything that Black was saying was incredibly boring and pointless.

"And then I told him," Black said in a loud voice, which made Hermione's eyes snap open, "that when you squeeze the lemon, you shall be able to find the switch to the end of the game!"

Will he ever shut up!

Draco had the urge to itch, but then that would mean that he would have to take out a hand, which didn't seem like a very good idea.

"Speaking about gondolas, my father always said…"

"What is the meaning of this?" Someone cut Black in the middle of his incredibly boring tale. Draco, Hermione, and Black's attention all swept to the door.

"Lucius!" Black stuttered, sounded shocked.

"Regulus?" (Lucius)

"Regulus!" (Hermione)

"Granger?" (Lucius)

"Mr. Malfoy?" (Hermione)

"Father!" Draco yelped.

"Draco?" Lucius asked, looking at his son on the floor.

"Uncle Regulus!" (Draco)

"Uncle?" (Hermione to Draco)

"Uncle." (Draco)

"Oh…" Silence.

"Draco, where have you been this past month?" Lucius asked finally. Draco flushed for the trillionth time that day.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you so…

"At Granger's," Draco said calmly, staring at Lucius right in the eyes.

"What were you doing in the mudblood's house?" Lucius asked pointing to Hermione; his face unreadable.

"I was a ferret," Draco said as if they were talking about the weather. For some odd reason, Lucius's face paled.

"Ah." That was all Lucius said.

"Black…" a dark voice spoke which made tingles run down Draco's spine. Everyone looked around in alarm.

"My Lord!" Black got down on his knees and looked down. Suddenly, fear took over Draco's whole body. If Draco was cold, he felt as though he were covered in ice. Draco absentmindedly covered himself more.

The room went darker and a dark figure walked up in front of Regulus, who pushed Hermione away from himself as if her hands were made of ice.

"Have you figured out what I had told you a long time ago?" Lord Voldemort hissed.

"Yes, yes, My Lord. I was to take advantage of the mudblood girl and to weaken Potter, My Lord. Although young Mr. Malfoy was brought into the picture and---"

"Young Mr. Malfoy…" Voldemort cut in. "Where is he?" Without waiting for a reply, he turned towards Draco.

There's no place like home… there's no place like home… there's no place like home…

"Malfoy," Voldemort called out, which sent shivers down his spine, "do you have the tape?"

Silence.

"What…tape…?" Draco muttered, his eyes filled with fear and awe. One of the most powerful wizards in the world is talking to him… and yet, he was asking about…a tape?

"The tape, fool!" Voldemort yelled in rage. "Black! Malfoy!" He called furiously.

"Yes, My Lord?" Both said, bowing their heads down lower.

"Where is the tape?"

Silence.

"Black, it was your mission to bring me the tape! Haven't I told you so all those years ago? That was what I was telling you about! But nooo…" Voldemort said, acting in a school-girl-ish way. "You had to go in hiding! Why in the hell did you go into hiding anyways?" Voldemort demanded.

"You…you told me to, My Lord," Black stuttered.

"Oh, so now you're blaming it on me?" Voldemort raged. Everyone widened their eyes.

What in the hell… Everyone thought. What in the hell is this blasted "tape" that Voldemort is talking about? Everyone in the room except Voldemort himself and Lucius knew what Voldemort was talking about.

"No, My Lord! Never!" Black said with wide eyes.

"You are useless to me, Black! Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort took out his wand and aimed it at Regulus Black. Black screamed and lay dead on the floor.

"Malfoy!" Voldemort screamed, looking at the older Malfoy. "Where is the tape?" Voldemort asked again. Lucius looked paler.

"The tape…it's still in the studio, My Lord. I thought you told me to send it, remember?" Lucius said unsurely. Draco was really confused. Voldemort, the most evil and wanted wizard in the world, was looking for a tape? Draco looked at Hermione and saw, to his great relief, that she looked as confused as he did. Thank God that he wasn't the only one not getting the picture.

"You are useless, Malfoy! Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort pointed his wand towards Lucius. Lucius screamed, looked one last time at Draco, and lay dead. His piercing dead grey eyes were looking straight at Draco. Draco shuddered deeply.

"Fools…I'm hungry. I wonder if they serve sushi…" Voldemort muttered to himself and went out the door.

When Voldemort left, Draco and Hermione were alone in the room. They were both breathing deeply. What just happened? They both thought. You-Know-Who was in this very room a few seconds ago, looking for a tape. Little did Voldemort realize that there was a naked young man and a Muggle-born in the room… This was just freaky… Voldemort just acted like a bratty emotional teenager.

Boy, were they going to have some nightmares.

At least I'm not dead… Draco heard a sigh and momentarily forgot that he wasn't alone. He stared at Hermione and saw her sitting down on the chair with her head on her hands and her elbows rested on her knees. Her hair was frizzy and her face (well, the part that you can actually see) was red. Despite their current situation, she still looked pretty.

Hermione looked up and to Draco's delight, she was smiling. She ran to him and said that she was so happy that he was safe. They kissed and Hermione confessed her undying love for him and that she was so scared and she was worried sick about him. She found her wand and conjured him some clothes and they both walked out of the restaurant together holding hands, and they lived happily ever after.

…As if. Draco thought.

Hermione looked up and saw that her eyes were in tears. Draco had the sudden urge to walk up to her and kiss her tears away until begged him to stop.

"I---"

"I don't want to hear it, Draco," Hermione said quietly, but fiercely. Draco took notice that she used his first name. Even though she has called him by his first name before… well, that was different.

Hermione stood up with her chin high and her back straight; her nose high in the air. She would have looked confident, but the tears streaming down her face and the hiccups she made didn't make her look so. She grabbed her bag and went towards the door. Draco desperately wanted to say something. But what would he say? Come back? Don't leave? Don't forget to write? Draco watched in pain to see her walk towards the door.

Hermione turned the doorknob, gave Draco one last look, and walked out of his life.

Shit…I blew it. I know I did… I should have said something… make her turn around.

Draco Malfoy, you have made the biggest mistake in your life, you know that?

What…no, which mistake, exactly?

You let the girl of your dreams walk away just like that!

"The girl of my dreams?"

Yes… ever since you turned into a ferret… which wasn't that bad… now was it?

Being a ferret was my worst nightmare…but it was pure heaven at the same time… does that make sense?

Well… in a way…no…in a way… yes.

…

Now, whose clothes would fit me better…Father's or Uncle Regulus's?

The End!

Author's Note : ((read the first A/N at the top before reading this one)) ah, if you are confused in this chapter...oh well.. maybe ill fix it...one day.

yes, dracos arguing with his conscience, if you wanted to clear that.

awww.. im SOOO sad.. this is the second to the last chapter! theres definitely going to be an epilogue! and im writing it by myself too! its either im going to make it a fluffy, cliche, funny, or a rolling-my-eyes-because-it-was-super-corny ending.

positive reviews are highly appreciated!