My Beloved Ferret
by StopBlowingHolesInMyShips/Krystallia

AN: I know last chapter was pretty weird but it was kind of important to the story! Now I give you...GINNY/COCOA BATHTUB TIME!
AN2: I know, it's short. Sorry. Few things:
cliffhanger. Hehe. I'm evil today.
I am NOT, NOT NOT NOT A RON-HATER!
Cocoa is cute D
I AM NOT A RON-HATER! I swear to God. NOT a Ron-Hater. Ron is one of my favorite characters. Just keep reading, you will find out his motives...next chapter...Bwahaha!
Sorry it took me like 2 months to update but I have been unbelievably busy and...yeah.

Chapter Six
Scrubbing Away Troubles

Dear Mum,

I am writing this letter to inform you that your son, RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, has been a very bad boy.

Actually, he has been downright horrid and heartless.

Mum, we know Ron's a good person deep down, but you know how he's been saying that Hermione's cheating on him? HE'S the one cheating on HER! I caught him in an unused classroom with some girl who WASN'T Hermione.

What are we going to do, Mum?

PS--Other than that I have been fine at Hogwarts. Did you know I found a new pet ferret? His name is Cocoa!

Love,

Ginny

Ginny put down her quill and reread her letter. She decided to just send it as it was, so she tied it to Pig's leg and sent him off. And then she picked up a brush and started combing her long, flaming red hair. To anyone who didn't know Ginny too well it would seem random, but Ginny's close friends and family understood that when she brushed her hair she found it easier to think. Her thoughts ambled on aimlessly, and her mind was lost to the world of stray sentences and scenes playing over and over again in her head.

Ginny pondered and pondered until she felt her headache get suddenly worse, at which time she decided it might be best to take a bath. She always found them relaxing, and maybe while she was at it she could give Cocoa a little bath too. He had white fur and so she figured his fur needed to be cleaned often so he wouldn't look dirty.

"Cocoa!" Ginny called softly. He didn't come to her call, or even look up, and Ginny felt a flutter of panic thumping in her chest, but then she found him lurking around on her bed.

"Naughty little boy!" She scooped him up and peered at his little face. "Don't make me panic."

Oh, but it's so fun to make you panic! thought Draco, smirking.

"Now I thought it might be nice if both of us took a bath. I know of a nice little one a bit down the hall from here. It's very clean, unlike the Gryffindor's girls one...I mean, how are 35 girls supposed to share two bathrooms? It's completely ridiculous! Anyway, both of us are going to get cleaned up a bit, okay?"

Draco sniffed. He always took his baths in the Prefects bathroom, it being grander than any other in the entire school. Except when that absolutely vile Moaning Miranda invaded. Then it was wretched. Minnie (or whatever her name was) was always trying to sneak a glance at Draco with his clothes off!

Oh, well. No need to worry about that now. Ginny didn't seem to be one to believe that owners should dress up their pets, so nowadays Draco ran around naked nevermind whether or not he was taking a bath. It was one of the few downsides of being Ginny's pet: otherwise, he was fed, pampered, and patted, and led a generally luxurious lifestyle.

Draco snorted in disgust at his own thoughts. Since when did being fed ferret food and being scratched behind the ears count as luxurious pampering? No, he was still on a mission to corner Granger and get it through her thick bookworm skull that he was Draco Malfoy and he was in need of changing back into his normal species.

Ginny carried a towel and bathing supplies under one arm and cradled Cocoa with the other. Finally she nudged open a small door with her foot. It must've been old, because it was so short that if Draco were human he would've knocked his head on it. It would be a laugh to see Weasel Boy try and get through it. He would knock his long nose off.

Ginny got the bathwater running and poured in lots of bubbles. She absent-mindedly started looking at the mirror in the room and touched the bottom of her old shirt, wincing.

Then--so quick Draco didn't even get a chance to admire her figure--she ripped off her clothing and fled to the safety of the thick blanket of bubbles that flowed over the top of the bathtub. She sunk underneath them and sighed. Draco pretended to play the curious ferret, inching along the edge of the bathtub. Then he conveniently fell in.

Ginny giggled and scooped him up in her arms. "It's a good thing you're not a human boy!"

Draco snorted. If only you knew who I really was...

Eventually, it was time to get back to the dormitory. Ginny wielded a hairdryer and tortured poor Draco/Cocoa with it. The end result was a poofed-up ball of fur with tiny, grayish-green eyes poking through the masses of snow-white hair.

Ginny scooped up the small ferret in her arms and carried him down to the Common Room.

And there was Weasel Boy.

He spotted Draco, snarled, and threw the wand in his face.