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 Posted 14/03/2006 10:21:39 AM | | Draco Malfoy woke at six on a Monday morning in December. All the other 6th year Slytherin boys were asleep apart from Zabini who appeared to have gone upstairs. Draco opened his wardrobe and started to choose his clothes for the day.
He found some Slytherin robes on the floor and put them on. He was about to go upstairs when he realized that they were much too big for him. Had he shrunk? No, wait. Oh no. He was wearing Goyle’s robes! He threw them off him and found his own clothes and put them on.
Once he was properly dressed, he went upstairs, but not before running some hair care products through his golden locks.
There weren’t very many people in the great hall yet, but it was way too early, even for a Monday. Granger was at the Gryffindor table, typical for her to be up studying at this hour. He couldn’t see anyone else there apart from that Patil and Brown chatting away.
There were rather a lot of Ravenclaws that Draco knew, having flirted with quite a few of them. Ravenclaws were all right in Draco’s opinion, though nowhere near as great as Slytherin. However, Gryffindor Garbage and Haughty Hufflepuffs were as annoying as his older sister, Selina was. And she was annoying.
His ex-house elf, Dobby came and gave him some coffee - he loved that stuff – and then Draco had some toast with a slice of evil. Anyway, Draco would always be evil, no matter what, and he would definitely NEVER like Gryffindors. Especially not mudbloods. Draco would always be sure of that.
The first lesson of the day was double potions with The Potty, The Weasel and The Beaver. Ugh. All stirring away in their little cauldrons.
This time, Draco was going to win that Felix Felicis, not the Boy Who Lived And Thinks He’s Such a Hero. He knew that Potter was cheating to get good potion marks, but he shouldn’t. It was wrong to cheat- I mean cheating should be left to Slytherins only. This time Draco would spike Potter’s potion. And Granger’s too, just in case. Then he would be sure to win.
Longbottom’s cauldron had just leaked, (Thanks to Draco) so when Slughorn and the others had their backs turned, Draco pointed his wand at the two cauldrons. He conjured up a snake non-verbally (Serpentsortia!) and slipped some venom in to Potter and Granger’s cauldrons. Then he quickly got rid of the snake. (Avada Everaska!)
It was the end of the lesson. Draco could see Granger looking extremely puzzled over her murky, grey potion that should have been pink. But just to make sure…
‘Impero!’ thought Draco, hard with his wand at Slughorn. Crime does pay. Some mudblood first year had once said to him, “Crime doesn’t pay,” That’s where he got the idea.
‘Evil is so sweet!’ thought Draco, gleefully. For the luck was handed to him.
‘I’ll drink it in the morning,’ Draco thought.
The next morning, Draco woke at seven. He got dressed and brought Felix Felicis into the Great Hall. He drank it quickly. He didn’t know what Felix Felicis was meant to taste like, but he wasn’t expecting this. He had thought it would taste nice, since it was a lucky potion. It tasted DISGUSTING.
He dashed from the Great Hall, into the men’s room. He felt like he was going to be sick. He started to feel smaller than usual. Was he shrinking? Or was he wearing Crabbe’s clothes or something? No, these were his own robes. He was tiny. He tried to shout but he couldn’t. His skin started to itch. It felt like- fur growing. Oh man…
Tiny, furry Draco hopped onto the sink. He looked in the mirror. To his horror, he was a ferret! “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah” yelled Draco the ferret, but all that came out was a strange, squeaky noise. This was most definitely was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. HOW could this have happened?
Draco ran out of the bathroom, desperate to find help. Then he ran into a pair of feet. A giant hand came down and picked him up. He struggled, but the hand held him tight. Then two large brilliant green eyes came into view. Then he saw…a scar? Draco was a ferret and in the hands of Harry Potter!
Harry was carrying – sorry – Potter was carrying Draco towards the Gryffindor common room. As Potter was walking, Draco was bouncing up and down in his hands. Arrrgh! He was a bouncing ferret again!
“Stitch,” said The Boy Who Lived To Be a Nuisance.
It must have been the password. Stupid word for a password.
“Good morning, Harry,” said a woman in a portrait. The portrait swung open to the Gryffindor common room. It wasn’t like the Slytherin common room. It was warmer and more inviting. Draco tried to bite The Scar-Head but Potter was holding him too tightly. Granger and Weasley were in the common room.
“Hey guys, look what I found!” said Potter.
“Harry, why in god’s name do you have a ferret?” exclaimed Hermione.
“Because he brought me here, you filthy little mudblood!” shrieked Draco, but no one could hear him.
“Where did you find it?” said Ron.
“Outside the bathroom.” said Harry. “I don’t think it belongs to anybody, though.”
“How do you know?” said Hermione, laughing.
“HOW DARE YOU LAUGH AT ME!” screamed Draco.
“I can just tell, he looks like he hasn’t been looked after.”
Draco felt very offended.
Just then, that Finnigan guy came down a staircase. “What’s that you’ve got there?” he asked. “You’re not allowed pets like that.”
“So what?” said Harry. “Who says we’re going to tell anyone? We’ll keep him in our dormitory.”
“I don’t want a ferret in my bedroom!” Seamus shouted.
Draco suddenly realised he’d been referring to the Gryffindors with their first names. But Draco wasn't going to let that happen again. No no no.
“Who says it’s your room?” said Potter. “It’s our room, we have to share space.”
“With each other, yeah, not with a ferret!” A sapphire blue light shot from Finnigan’s wand. It missed Potter by inches. Harry said “What was that f- Where’s Hermione?
Granger had disappeared.
--Last edited by Bouncing Rat on 2006-03-14 10:27:03 --
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