So, here is chapter two... Sorry if anything is out of place or misspelled. I don't own anything except the idea.

The dorm was silent say for the slight breathing and snores of sleeping snakes. Several extravagant dark wood beds with black and green silk sheets lined the walls. The clatter of tiny claws hitting the stone floor echoed throughout the room. Snitch, a little black ferret with shocking emerald eyes glanced back at the pale boy whose bed he'd just left. With a wish of protection escaping his thoughts, he departed from the Slytherin dorms. The creature left the dungeon in a hurry, traveling higher into the castle.

He twitched as the unmistakable sound of paw steps followed him. The ferret was tackled to the ground not even a second later. "You are cutting it close; not only is Hermione worried about you but Mrs. Norris is lurking around." Breathing a sigh of relief, Snitch took in the sight of Crookshanks, a fluffy ginger cat with unsettling yellow eyes. The tabby let him up only to stiffen and pounce on him again. "Hurry, act in pain!"

"Were you talking to someone Crookshanks?" The smallest animal winced as the female cat's meow reached his ears. "Oh, don't tell me you were speaking to your food." Mrs. Norris asked in malicious delight. It was a widely known fact among Hogwarts students that the two felines disliked each.

"Mrs. Norris," the ginger growled in annoyance. "What are you doing here? Attacking owls?" his innocent seeming comment made her bristle with contained rage. "Or should I say being attacked?" He grinned as best as a cat could with sadistic glee lining his features.

The female hissed indignantly, "Don't you ever bring that up again!" Her tail twitched behind her as the memory of owls resurfaced in her mind; a shudder trailing through her body. In an attempt to create a distraction from her own embarrassment, she lowered her eyes to the frightened ferret clutched in the male's paws. "I actually came here because I smelled a student." Her yellow eyes narrowed in suspicion at the odd pair. "A student out of bed after curfew; I don't suppose you'd know where they were?"

Crookshanks shrugged or at least a cat's equivalent of one. "Like I'd tell you if I did; however since I'm feeling generous, no I haven't seen anyone. All I've found is my midnight snack." He nudged Snitch in the side with his nose while keeping a firm gripe with his paws; a small whimper escaped the little black ball as a claw dig into his chest. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go eat with my owner away from creatures that smell like owl droppings." With that the male cat scooped up the little creature in his mouth and set off for Gryffindor Tower; flicking of his bushy tail and leaving his female companion flabbergasted at his dismissal.

It wasn't until after they had entered the tower through the Fat Lady's portrait that he put the ferret down. Snitch shook the saliva from his fur and declared his appreciation with relief. "Thank you Crookshanks, I owe you one." The feline just rolled his eyes and nodded toward the burgundy couches by the fireplace where two students sat whispering. Concern laced their voice as it carried over to the two animals by the entrance.

The ginger darted forward and leaped onto the lap of the girl whose hair was just as bushy as his fur. "Crookshanks!" She exclaimed in surprise. "Did you find him?" Hermione and her red-haired companion followed the chubby half-cat's gaze. "Harry!" she squeaked as soon as her eyes spotted the tiny Ferret. Gently yet quickly setting aside her own pet, she rushed to the black critter and knelt at his side. "Where have you been?! The last time we saw you was when you chased after Malfoy at dinner! We were so worried something bad had happened!"

Snitch blinked twice in bewilderment at the hyperventilating female and tilted his head to the side while making a nudging motion. Hermione rose to her feet and backed up slowly, almost afraid to let him out of her sight. Within the blink of an eye the not-quite-grown ferret was gone and a teenage boy with messy black hair and striking emerald eyes stood before the two. A scar in the shape of a lightning bolt hidden under his hair above his right eye. The girl hugged him tightly; he pat her back soothingly, quietly waiting to be released from her death grip. "Sorry I worried you guys. I had a few things to take care of."

Despite the girls opening mouth, it was Ron that spoke next; completely cutting her off. "Something concerning Malfoy right?" Harry nodded with hesitance, making his best friends sigh. "Harry, we already know you're watching Malfoy. We read the letter." The youngest tensed, a mix of fear and anger coursing through him. They had no right going through his personal belongings without permission. "Don't look at us like that! Crookshanks brought it down from your trunk! We're not mad that you decided to help. It was inevitable really, almost like fate."

Harry blinked again in confusion, his previous negativity faded away as Ron's conclusion floated in his mind. "Fate? What are you babbling on about?"

"Harry, you've been obsessed with Malfoy for years whether you realize it or not. Plus… well, he's a ferret… you're a ferret… it's kinda funny in a way."

The dark-haired boy scoffed; he's not obsessed, certainly not with Malfoy… okay, maybe he was a little bit. He sighed in defeat and rubbed his forehead, he was tired and didn't want to think about the broken boy down in Slytherin. Unwillingly, his thoughts did return to Draco, he was just too exhausted to stop them. The poor child was breaking apart at the seams. If he didn't ask for help soon… Well, Harry didn't want to think about what could happen. The chosen one sighed again. "Guys, I don't know what to do."

Hermione squeezed his arm affectionately, hoping to bring him comfort, "There's not much you can do right now Harry." She replied quietly. Being the brightest witch of her age had its perks but when given a fact you desperately want to change… Well, knowing you can't hurts. The bushy haired girl just wanted the war to be over and for everyone to be safe. She was even praying to Merlin that Malfoy would find his way and make in out intact. It was as obvious as day that Harry cared about the frail boy. Even if it wasn't a loving sort of caring and even if he wasn't ready to admit it, the raven-haired boy didn't want him to die.

"Yeah mate… The ferret will come around." In spite of being dubbed as clueless, even Ron realized the extent of the Malfoy heir's suffering and his best friends feelings on the subject. "I say we eat on it."

Two-thirds of the Golden Trio stared at him, chuckling softly. Ron always did think with his stomach more than his brain. Hermione smiled warmly, "perhaps we should sleep and see what tomorrow brings."

Harry looked between his two companions fondly. A small smile crossed his lips as he thought about their loyalty. "Alright… thanks guys… for everything."

Was is good? Was it bad? Should I have gave up with chapter one? Did it move to fast? Comments and suggestions are always welcome. (Please don't be mean though...)