My Beloved Ferret
by StopBlowingHolesInMyShips/Krystallia

Chapter Two
Draco Malfoy, The Amazing Albino Ferret Boy

When Draco awoke, he could barely open his small blue-green eyes. A calm, soothing voice voice was whispering sweetly into his small, twitchy ears, and he felt something like a finger moving in circles on his tiny pink nose.

"Hey there, little ferret," came the voice. "Are you okay now?"

Draco tried to focus his bleary vision, only to find that the owner of the pleasant voice was Ginny Weasley. Her red hair was hanging over her athletic shoulders, and her freckles sprinkled over her nose. Draco opened his mouth to say something, but discovered that his ability to speak had been completely revoked and instead, his new vocabulary was limited to some squeaks and small, contented sighs.

"Have you got an owner, boy?" asked Weasel Girl, stroking his back gingerly and checking his neck for a collar or some means of identification.

Draco scowled. How dare Weasel Girl go around touching him like this! Now Ginny picked him up by the bottom and slinking her skinny arm around his waist and carried him away, off to Gryffindor Tower.

"Password?" asked the portrait of the Fat Lady. More like the lazy, drunken, obese slob, sniffed Draco. Clearly, this is what Gryffindor is represented by. Draco smirked, then glared at Weasel's grimy hand touching his silky Slytherin coat.

"Stupid Slytherins," stated Ginny. Draco felt his blood boiling in his ferret veins. How dare they! And who assigned the passwords, anyway? It was probably some stupid trick, performed by none other than that positively sickening triad of idiots. Draco thought angrily about stupid Potty and his ugly girlfriend, Bookworm Granger. Draco was utterly shocked to find that her Animagus was not a squirrel. And what of Potter, Draco continued. He smirked to himself about the bigheaded git transforming only to come to the conclusion that his Animagus was a toilet seat. Oh, and let's not forget Weasel. Weasel-bee the Master of Jealousy. What was his Animagus, anyway? An amoeba? He could be blasted off the face of the earth and his own bloody sister wouldn't notice.

Speaking of said sibling, Ginny was hurrying excitedly towards a gaggle of gag-worthy Gryffindor girls, who were chirping on about some stupid date one of them went on with a good-looking boy from Ravenclaw house.

"Terry Boot," gushed...what was her name, not Violet, but Lavender! Yes, Lavender Brown, talking so fast that she was sputtering, "is the most absolutely sweetest, smartest, and sexiest man alive!"

"That's not true! He might be all of those things, but no one tops Colin Creevey," giggled a sixth-year, Petty, oops, no, Patty.

"Colin Creevey? Sexy?" The good-looking one of the bunch, the Indian one, Parvati, gave a great laugh. "Try Harry! Too bad he's bloody taken."

"I think that...that seventh-year from Slytherin is cute! The one with the platinum blonde hair!" piped up a fourth-year. Draco didn't know whether to smarm and wink or to throw up and lock himself in his trunk.

"Eww! Draco Malfoy? The amazing girly man!" laughed Lavender. What a big nose she's got! scowled Draco to himself.

"Ha! If he's not gay, then I'm a troll!" squealed Patty, sucking in her malicious laughter. Actually, the resemblance between you and a troll is quite uncanny, spat Draco in his head.

"But he's cute," Parvati suggested. "Worst personality alive, but he's quite good looking."

Draco smoothed the hair on his head down with a paw while Ginny cried, "Look! I've found a ferret!"

"Aww! He's adorable!" cooed Annabelle, a sixth-year.

"Has he got an owner?"

"Since he had no tags, I think I can say proudly that I am the owner of this gorgeous ferret!"

"He's the cutest thing I've ever seen! Let's give him a name," squeaked Julianna Everglade.

"You know who he looks like?" squawked that insufferable Patty. "Draco Malfoy!"

"Haha! Let's call him Draco Malfoy, the amazing albino ferret!"

Ginny shook her head. "My brother would kill me. But Draco is cute, and I've had a bit of a crush on him...Dra...co..." Ginny thought a moment. "Cocoa!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, except for Patty.

"He's pure white! What stupid idiot would name him Cocoa?" she complained.

"Me," replied Ginny coldly. She flew up the stairs, clutching Draco in her arms. Julianna and and a golden-blonde girl, Robyn, followed her.

Ginny sighed and flung herself onto the bed, still pinning Draco to her chest. Finally, she set him down on her bedside table and clicked open her trunk, rummaging around for some old blankets. She gently wrapped him in them, and nestled him at the bottom of her bed. "There!" she exclaimed happily as she finished.

"He's adorable," smiled Robyn.

"How did you find him?" asked Julianna curiously.

"He was passed out in a corridor, poor thing." Ginny stroked the area between his ears with her pointer finger. Does she realize she is poking my head? Draco complained to himself.

"I wish I had a cute pet," Robyn sighed, petting him. Draco hissed at her, but the girl only giggled.

"He's hilarious!" Julianna laughed.

"Ugh, I'm tired," Ginny groaned. "I'm going to change..."

"Yeah, me too," agreed Robyn. And with that, she ripped off her cloak. Draco gasped as he realized what was coming next. He smirked and watched...but just as Robyn started undoing her shirt's buttons, he covered his eyes with the blanket. For some reason, Draco felt he should give them privacy. He poked his eyes out after he felt Ginny sit down on the bed, disgusted with himself. Was he some sort of cowardly Hufflepuff? Didn't he have any manly Slytherin pride?

"He's a sweet little ferret boy, isn't he?" cooed Robyn, smiling down on him.

"Yes, he is," Ginny agreed. Within minutes, the girls were asleep and snoring...and 'Cocoa' would begin phase one of his escape plan.