Dragon's Pet

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Chapter One

Ginny looked around the room with horror. Malfoy's room. Malfoy's own personal room, belonging only to him, the Head Boy. She was lost for words (which didn't really matter seeing as she couldn't talk anyway). Being caught in Animagus form and getting kept as a pet was bad enough…but by Malfoy! What was she going to do?

Malfoy walked over to a large four-poster bed with a thick, emerald curtain. He pulled it back, reveling his bed. It looked just like Ginny's apart from the fact it was green instead of Gryffindor's typical crimson.

Ginny struggled as Malfoy put her down onto the bed, but he just tsked, telling her to behave.

"You don't want to be snake food, now do you?"

Ginny froze and figured that it would definitely be in her best interest to be still just in case the ferret really did have a snake. Though amusing in a horrible sort of way, it would probably not be best if her life ended at the hand (well, mouth) of Malfoy's snake.

Malfoy smirked as the weasel stilled and he began to stroke a long, pale finger down her furry, red spine.

Ginny shivered and began to slowly back away, hoping that she was not provoking more death-by-snake-threats.

Malfoy yawned and pulled his hand back.

Ginny watched his every move as he walked to the trunk at the foot of his bed. He began to rummage through his possessions and it was only then that Ginny realized he was about to change. Quickly she squeezed her small eyes shut, inwardly swearing. How was she to stand living with Malfoy?

She opened an eye slowly as she felt him crawl into the bed. Noticing that he was decent, she opened the other as well.

Draco leaned up on one arm and cocked his head, looking over at her.

"You're a very shy one, aren't you?"

He smirked and put his head down to rest on the pillow.

Ginny watched him until he looked asleep, then began to carefully walk across the bedspread. She didn't notice as Draco's eyes flew open and a hand reached out to grab her until it was too late.

"Trying to escape?" He asked her, smirking again. "I think not."

Draco put her down, but did not let go of her fur as he reached over to the table beside the bed. He picked up his ebony wand and waving it, muttered something under his breath. Much to Ginny's horror, a cage appeared before her on the table.

Ginny began to squeal and bite his horrid white fingers, trying in vain to get away, but he would not let go. Quickly, he forced her through the small door and shut it behind her.

"Sweet dreams," he said sarcastically as he put the cage down onto the small bedside table.

If someone had let Ginny Weasley know that in an hour she would be Draco Malfoy's pet weasel, she would have scoffed, called them insane, and sent them off to St. Mungo's.

Ginny, however, spent the majority of her night wishing that she herself were in St. Mungo's.

"Sir," Colin Creevy and Rachel Brewer began to explain. "Nobody has seen Ginny Weasley since last night. She is not in her room, or the Great Hall, or the library, or at the pitch, or the lake, or the hospital wing, or the bathrooms. We've looked everywhere."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he watched the two sixth years tick off the long list with their fingers.

"I'm sure that she is here somewhere, there is nothing to worry about yet. If she is still not seen by tomorrow, I'm sure we could look for her," the old Headmaster told the students. "I'm sure she will turn up. Perhaps she simply needs some time alone…lemon drop?"

Dumbledore lifted a bowl of sticky, yellow candies in front of the two visitors.

They smiled halfheartedly, and each took one.

Dumbledore looked at them from over his half-moon glasses.

"Please let me know if you still have not seen Ms. Weasley by tomorrow night. Now, however,I don't think it has been long enough to worry. Good day Mr. Creevey, Ms. Brewer."

Dumbledore ushered them through the door, wondering where Ginny Weasley could have gotten to.

Draco poked a finger through the bar of the cage but quickly withdrew it as the peculiar weasel bit it harshly.

"Feisty, are we?" He asked her.

Ginny glared as well as she could (she didn't guess weasels, glaring or not, looked especially malicious). She would have to think of a plan. And a flawless one at that.

A/N: A huge thanks to all who reviewed (listed above – if I forgot anyone, I'm sorry, please let me know and I'll fix it…applies to all chapters after this as well…), I was quite surprised, twenty-eight reviews for the first chapter is quite a lot. Thank you all!

And now to answer a few questions…

PussyKitten – I'm not particularly sure what I see in pairings such as GWDM or HGDM. They're just a lot of fun to read and write and – hey – opposites attract…:) Thanks for reviewing…!

mysinisterblackrose - Why is Ginny a weasel? It just fits. Sure she doesn't like being called one, but I feel that it would be an animal that would represent her…and because I decided to make her one…:) Thanks for reviewing…!

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