Ferret\'s Play

Ferret’s Play

A/N: The second part of the series! Thanks to all those who reviewed! I am glad you all liked the first part. Hopefully you like this one as well! Third coming soon.

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The trip to Transfigurations was a boring one, besides the time Draco let Harry walk on his own. Harry stayed close to Draco, not wanting the blonde to get scared about him. He also wanted Draco to trust him. Everything was fine until the bell rang, and people started pouring out of classrooms. Harry was pushed around and nearly trampled on by some students. Draco, needless to say, had to hex at least six people before he got Harry back in his arms again.

He picked Harry up by the arms and looked at his belly, making sure there were no scratches. “You okay?” he asked worriedly, cradling Harry in his arm and rubbing his thumb across Harry’s underside.

“Dook,” Harry said, shaking slightly beside himself. He was scared that someone would have stepped on him. He’d even pissed on one boy’s shoe for nearly smashing him.

Draco sighed and cuddled Harry close as he walked into Transfigurations. “I would have killed someone had they harmed you, Ebony.” he murmured into the black fur. Harry smiled and licked Draco’s hand as he pet him. “Beautiful boy,” Draco smiled fondly at the cute, cuddly ferret.

“Dook dook purr.” Harry said immediately.

“Look who it is,” Hermione snarled at Harry and Draco. “Ferret boy and his lover,” she said wisely. Ron, Seamus, Dean, Parvati, and Lavender all laughed at Draco and Harry.

Draco turned sharply towards Hermione and Ron, narrowing his silver eyes at them. “Look who it is,” he mocked Hermione, “The Mudblood and her pet Weasel. Oh, and you brought the Peanut Gallery!” he said in false excitement. The Slytherins laughed back. Draco sneered at the Gryffindors. “What’s the poor Mudblood’s problem, Weasel? Did you stop fucking her? I don’t blame you,” he snapped, walking into Transfigurations.

Hermione and Ron followed quickly, staring at Harry. He’d stayed quiet throughout the drawl, but had hissed at Ron and Hermione. They were only causing drama. “Harry?” Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes.

Harry tensed on Draco’s shoulder, causing the blonde to stop in his tracks and turn around. “Kek!” he hissed at the brunette. He didn’t want Draco to know! “Kek kek!”

The Head Girl huffed and walked closer to him, getting close but far enough away so that Draco didn’t move back from being too close. “Yeah, I knew it!” she exclaimed. “You’d let him mock us. You like being with Malfoy, don’t you?” Hermione snarled.

“Kek kek kek kek!” Harry hissed, his fur standing on end. Draco watched on. Harry turned away from them and snuggled into Draco’s neck.

Draco hugged him around the middle and kissed his head softly. “Leave him alone, Granger!” Draco snarled. “It’s not Potter, you lunatic. Go shit a canary.” he sneered, taking a seat in class. Ron and Hermione weren’t pleased, but took a seat as McGonagall entered.

“This class,” she started immediately, “is going to be based around trying to transform into Animagi.” the elder Witch said strictly. “I will bring each of you to the front of the class. The majority shouldn’t be able to transform. Some of the more talented students, or more experienced students, will be transforming today. And remember,” McGonagall said, eyeing everyone individually. “Just because you might not transform today, doesn’t mean you won’t later. It comes differently to everyone.”

Draco yawned slightly, covering his mouth with his hand. The day seemed to drag. At least he had Ebony with him. But classes were so boring now that he’d taken summer classes and studied ahead of everyone else.

“Mr. Weasley,” McGonagall called out, “Why don’t you come here and try to transform.” she suggested. The redhead gulped, but nodded and went to the front of the class. McGonagall told him the spell and proper wand movement, then stepped away.

Ron took a deep breath. Raising his wand and muttering words, he shut his eyes and waited. Draco and Harry watched in fascination as Ron transformed, a shining light blocking their vision. When the light dimmed, a fox remained where Ron once stood.

“Excellent!” McGonagall exclaimed, “Twenty points to Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley.”

Ron transformed back into himself after a moment, grinning broadly. “Wicked,” he said, walking back up to his seat.

McGonagall beamed. “Wonderful, wonderful.” she said. “Let’s get a Slytherin.” the elder woman said, scanning the students. “Mr. Malfoy, please come try to transform.” McGonagall said, nodding.

“‘Try’ my arse.” Draco breathed so only Harry could hear him. Harry dooked and cuddled the blonde’s neck for good luck. “Thanks, Ebony.” Draco smiled and kissed Harry’s furry head quickly before joining McGonagall at the front of the class. McGonagall nodded to him and started speaking, when Draco interrupted her. “I know the spell,” he said, stepping away from her. The elder woman’s eyes widened.

Draco rolled his eyes, then muttered the spell and felt himself transform. There was no blinding light as he did it, either. A moment later, a snow-white ferret stood in his wake. Harry’s eyes widened and he stood on his haunches. Malfoy had transformed into a ferret! He jumped off Draco’s desk and scuttled to the front of the room, standing in front of Draco.

“Dook?” he asked, wagging his tail.

The white ferret went over to him and sniffed Harry’s cheek. “Dook dook!” Draco replied, licking Harry’s fur.

Harry grinned and ran around Draco, standing on his haunches and wagging his tail again. “Dook dook purr.” he said to Draco.

Draco laughed and cuddled his head into Harry’s. “Dook dook purr,” he responded happily.

McGonagall clapped, like the Slytherin house did. “Marvelous, Mr. Malfoy! Great job.” she praised. Draco grinned and transformed back, picking Harry up in his arms. “Thirty points to Slytherin!”

The blonde thanked his teacher and walked back up to his seat, clasping hands with Blaise and smiling to Pansy.

Harry kept looking at Draco differently. Damn him and being gay. But Draco wasn’t gay, as far as he knew. And nothing would come from them. Not even when Malfoy was a ferret.

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Draco walked out of Transfigurations with Harry in his arms, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him once again. Neither of them could transform, unsurprisingly to Draco. Even the Mudblood didn’t transform! Draco liked how she sulked the entire class period. Pansy had transformed into a black bird, while Blaise took the form of a panther.

Harry snuggled his face into Draco’s elbow as they entered the Great Hall. Draco took a seat between Pansy and Blaise, before piling his plate with food. He took a piece of hamburger and broke it up, handing it to Ebony to eat. Harry took the meat and stuffed it in his mouth eagerly, chewing and swallowing quickly so Draco would give him more.

“Slow down,” Draco murmured, smiling to his anxious ferret, “I’ll give you plenty, so stop eating like it’s going out of style.” the blonde looked up at the Gryffindor Table and sneered. “You don’t want to be like Weasley.” he said, tapping Ebony’s nose again. “Slow eating.” he reminded, handing the black-furred animal another piece of meat.

Harry took it and nibbled it slowly this time. “Dook,” he said after eating it and licking his paws. Draco smiled and pet Harry’s head again, resuming his meal normally. Harry accepted food given to him by Draco and nibbled it slowly, appeasing the blonde by listening and obeying him.

Blaise leaned in closer to Pansy behind Draco’s back. The blonde was too wrapped up in his pet to notice. “I think we should let Potter in on the not-so-secret soon, don’t you?” he asked with a smirk, taking a sneak look at Draco and Harry. Draco kissed Harry’s head as the black ferret ate a piece of bread happily.

Pansy nodded, before looking at Draco. “Here’s a bowl for him, Draco.” she said cheerily, handing him the saucer. Draco thanked her with a smile and poured pumpkin juice in it, letting Harry lap at the liquid with his small tongue. The raven-haired girl smiled back before going to talk to Blaise again. “I have an idea,” she whispered.

The Italian raised an eyebrow and got briefed while Draco obliviously fed his ferret more food. The blonde’s thoughts roamed to earlier, when Granger repeatedly accused his ferret of actually being Harry Potter. Honestly, Draco knew he was. It all made sense. And particularly, he didn’t care. Sure, he minded that Harry was a ferret and not himself, but at least Harry had chosen him over his friends. ‘Finally,’ Draco thought bitterly.

He mentally shook his head and fed Harry another piece of meat. Harry nibbled it slowly, just like he’d told him to. Draco was immensely pleased that Harry listened to him. He just hoped that when he was human again, he wouldn’t leave him. Ever.

With that thought in mind, Draco picked Harry up from his lap and kissed him on the head again, making Harry dook happily. Draco smiled and Blaise and Pansy watched on, smirking at their new plan for Draco’s and Harry’s happiness.

-=0=-

The other class Draco had, Astronomy, was deadly boring and Harry found himself napping as Draco made his Star Charts. Draco was able to finish his assignment quickly and efficiently without being pleasantly distracted by his cute, cuddly pet. To Blaise, Pansy, Weasley, and Granger, he didn’t know it was Harry yet. But he did, and he loved knowing that Harry gave him kisses and snuggled with him. The only thing better would be if Harry was human.

Draco picked Harry up as the bell rang and cuddled him close to his chest, kissing his furry head as Harry slept. Going down the stairs eventually woke Harry, and he dooked at Draco when his green eyes landed on the blonde. Draco smiled at him and kissed him on his head again. They made it to the Dungeons without interruption, thankfully, and Draco entered his Head Boy room just as Harry jumped from his arms and to the bathroom door.

“What -” the blonde began, then noticed Harry’s large green eyes and his paw was rapping insistently on the bathroom door. Draco smiled knowingly and opened the door, letting Harry scuttle in hurriedly to his litter box. The Slytherin walked to his own toilet and unzipped his pants.

Harry had raised his leg and began peeing, relieving himself. He lowered his leg and looked to Draco, seeing him pee into the toilet. Harry gulped and couldn’t help from staring. “Dook,” Harry murmured. Draco looked at Harry through the corner of the eye, seeing him staring.

The blonde smirked secretively and shuffled his pants to accidentally show more of his anatomy, noticing how Harry dooked more and he continued staring. He finished up eventually and zipped up his pants, then flushed the toilet and washed his hands. Harry noticeably saddened.

“Come here, my beautiful boy,” Draco said, smiling and kneeling down to Harry’s height. Harry dooked and ran over to Draco, trying to secretively cuddle the blonde’s crotch. Draco picked him up to cuddle his chest not too long after Harry’s cuddling began, but his chest was good, too. Draco smiled and kissed Harry’s head, having noticed the crotch cuddling. “You’re such a beautiful boy,” the blonde murmured into Harry’s fur.

Harry smiled and moved up to lick Draco’s cheek with his small tongue. “Dook dook purrr dook dook!” the animal said happily.

Draco smiled humorously and picked Harry up in his arms as he stood tall, then let the black ferret rest on the counter near the marble sink. Harry stood on his haunches and whined for Draco to pick him up again, but the blonde seemed to not hear Harry. Draco slipped his thumbs under his shirt before lifting it off of his pale, slightly-muscled chest. Harry’s eyes widened and he dooked loudly despite himself.

The blonde smirked internally and shed out of his pants as well, leaving Harry to lay on his stomach, trying to smother his pleasure-filled noises. As Draco slipped off his boxers, he ran a hand down his abdomen and around his groin, down to feel his testicles. Harry couldn’t help but stare from between his paws. It was beautiful, and pleasurable-looking…Harry dooked rather forcefully.

Harry was going crazy as his body reacted to seeing Draco naked. It was only Malfoy; what was the matter with him? But he couldn’t help but stare. He watched the blonde step into the regal-looking shower and pull the drapes, then turn on the water. Harry’s eyes narrowed as he tried to shred the draperies with his eyes alone.

No such luck.

But no, Harry couldn’t. Instead, he opted to scuttle off of the counter onto the floor of the bathroom, then over to the shower. Harry sniffed with his little nose and could somehow smell the warm water spraying down on the Greek God on the other side of the drapes. The small ferret went to the edge of the cursed draperies and poked his little head in, only to see Draco run a cloth over his smooth body tenderly.

Harry, without thinking, tried to get closer to that beautiful body. His small paws inched closer to Draco, and all was well…until he accidentally slipped on a bar of soap. Harry’s front paws went scuttling and he fell on his stomach, kekking like mad. “Kek! Kekekekekekekek!” Harry screeched.

Miraculously, Draco picked him up before Harry had a heart attack, and the blonde cuddled Harry close to his chest. “What are you doing in here, my beautiful boy?” Draco murmured to the ferret. Harry purred and rubbed his furry head in Draco’s neck. Standing under the water now, he was getting wet. Draco smirked, knowing Harry was loving it. He turned his head and kissed Harry’s cheek minutely before letting Harry go up on his shoulders.

The black ferret dooked and licked the side of Draco’s face. Draco smiled to his ferret and began running the soapy cloth over his body once more, cleaning himself of the day’s activities. Harry kept his head down and his eyes lowered fixatedly on Draco’s penis, his eyes wide as he stared. Pleasurable dooking couldn’t be prevented by Harry; he was too turned on to care that Draco heard him.

And hear him, Draco did. Just the simple thought of knowing that Harry was turned on by him made him grow hard - and as it happened, Harry dooked more. The blonde gave off a soft moan, stroking his hand down to his cock, and then rubbing the aching flesh tenderly. Harry watched in fascination and made sure to cuddle his body around Draco’s neck, using his small tongue to lick at the conjunction of Draco’s neck and shoulder.

Draco moaned pleasantly. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on Harry’s body, smiling to the wide-eyed ferret when he looked at him through long, thick golden lashes. Harry dooked to Draco’s face, then licked the older boy on the nose quickly.

“Harry,” breathed the blonde softly. Harry almost didn’t hear him. But he did, and looked wide-eyed at Draco. Draco, realizing his mistake, ran a cover-story up in his head, and finally, making a decision to go with it, shut his eyes and turned away from Harry, pretending to be frustrated and sad; lonely looking. He turned the water off, willing his erection away and stepping out of the shower.

Harry felt hands around him and, recognizing Draco’s smooth, pale hands around his middle, he dooked for the blonde boy. Draco didn’t smile like he had before when Harry dooked for him, simply placing Harry on the counter. The black ferret watched in confusion as Draco dressed quickly. But he wouldn’t stand for that kind of treatment. He wanted to know what was suddenly wrong with Draco; why did it seem that saying his, Harry’s, name in a moment of passion make Draco so frustrated, and down looking?

“Kek!” Harry hissed suddenly. Draco’s eyes snapped to the ferret, who stared back at him challengingly. It had been a while since he’d kek’d; he always dooked when around Draco. “Kek kek!” Harry continued, narrowing his small ferret eyes at him.

The blonde sighed, finishing his dressing. “I’m sorry, Ebony,” he said softly, keeping his eyes averted. Harry’s interest peaked and he stood on his haunches, almost forgetting to look upset. “It’s just…Harry Potter’s been missing a couple days.” continued Draco quietly. Harry was very confused and curious now; why did Draco care? The thought spun in Harry’s head: Draco cared…

Shifting closer to the edge of the counter, Harry stood back on his haunches again and cocked his head to one side. “Dook?” he asked, earning a small, weak smile from Draco. It was all he could do to stop himself from trying to tell Draco who he was: Harry Potter; Harry was sure he could find someway of telling Draco.

The youngest Malfoy went over to him and muttered a drying spell on Harry, before picking him up and cuddling him close to his chest. “I wonder if ferrets know about Harry,” he thought aloud, taking Harry back into his bedroom and sitting on his bed. Harry looked at Draco, sensing that he was keeping something that he looked anxious to share. Harry dooked encouragingly in hopes that Draco would speak his mind. The blonde gave another small smile and shook his head. “It’s complicated,” he said to his ferret, as if he knew what Harry was saying.

Harry huffed cutely. Draco had to resist another smile. His sudden idea was working perfectly; he was making Harry curious and confused and, at the same time, making him undeterminably cute as well. But this was the plan that Draco had come up with, and the plan he’d stick to: Tell Harry everything he felt while Harry was a ferret, so when he became human again, he would have no choice but to accept the words that Draco was about to speak, because to him, Draco didn’t know the small, cute black ferret on his lap was the Harry Potter, nor did he know that he didn’t know he knew he knew.

Shaking his head of the confusing thoughts, Draco had to give in to the pleadings of the adorable ferret on his lap that licked him and gave him doe-eyes. He sighed dramatically and sat back on his bed, petting Harry’s soft fur. The black ferret studied Draco quietly, then listened to the steady rumble of Draco’s smooth voice, and the concentrated rhythm of the rise and fall of the blonde’s chest.

“I guess it started in our second year…well, maybe even before,” Draco started. Harry was absolutely clueless; what was the boy going on about? “I’ve always had a fascination with him…Harry, I mean,” he added, just to clear the air between he and his pet. Harry’s eyes widened once more. “But I think I started liking him around the middle of our second year.”

Harry would have fallen over had he not had Draco’s strong hands around his body. He dooked dazedly. Draco smiled lazily, before continuing.

“I was scared, at first, about my newly-found attraction to Harry, but Pansy and Blaise found out, mostly of how weird I was acting in the Common Room. They were really supportive, though.” Draco told his ferret, keeping him held in his lap. Harry wasn’t complaining; he’d have fell over already if not for Draco. “As supportive as they were, they told me not to let on about my attraction. If the school found out…well, one thing I know is that not all Slytherins can be trusted. Pansy and Blaise…I trust them with my life. Known them my entire life, and all.” said the blonde boy. It was almost like he wasn’t even talking to Harry anymore, but Harry knew he was: He looked at him while he talked and explained things that were surely obvious to himself.

The ferret dooked again, still marveling in the revelations. “Right, well…I watched him, then. Not stalkerish, really, but enough so I knew what he was really like. I found out that he doesn’t like the fame that came from defeating the Dark Lord. His favorite color is green, and he was really supposed to be in Slytherin…” Draco sighed quietly, turning his head to the side. Harry dooked softly, reminding the Head Boy that he was still there. “But he never liked me,” Draco went on mournfully. “And I can’t imagine why he would, really. I’ve been a complete arse to him. I had to be,” whispered the blonde.

Harry dooked slowly, but continuously, trying to tell Draco that he forgave him. He stood on his back legs and licked the blonde’s face multiple times; around his mouth, his chin, and his nose. Draco smiled and kissed Harry’s soft head, causing Harry to dook and cuddle his face into the blonde’s neck protectively.

Draco smiled at the furry body cuddled on his own. He grabbed his wand from the end-table, and swished it over himself, noticing his clothes vanish and leave him in nothing but boxers. Harry’s head came out of Draco’s neck and he saw the newly-revealed milky smooth body. He couldn’t help but dook again and the pleasurable sight.

The blonde studied Harry carefully as the black ferret sniffed around his nipples and snuggled his furry head in his chest. Was Harry gay? The thought plagued Draco’s mind curiously. He began thinking about Harry’s love life. He’d slept with Ginny when he was fifteen…and Cho Chang, he’d slept with her. Secrets didn’t stay secret long at Hogwarts. Harry was also involved with Michael Corner, if Draco was told correctly. Then Harry was bisexual? He wasn’t too sure.

A knock on the door brought Draco out of his thoughts and, so it seemed, Harry out of his own as well. Pansy opened the door, seeing Harry snuggled on the blonde’s naked chest and Draco in nothing but his - slightly tented - boxers. She smiled to him cheerfully. “Mandy Brocklehurst wants to know if you’re free, Draco.” she said, still smiling.

Harry’s ferret ears perked up and he frowned slightly. Mandy was a seventh year Ravenclaw. But for some reason, he couldn’t believe she wanted to study with Draco. He whined softly and curled up in a ball on Draco’s chest, beginning to sulk.

Draco took note of the sad ferret on his chest and sat up, holding Harry in his arms. “What does she want?” the Head Boy asked Pansy.

Pansy scoffed. “Three guesses and the first two don’t count.” she said, rolling her eyes. “She doesn’t want to study school, I’ll give you that much.”

Harry sighed and climbed out of Draco’s arms, much to Draco’s displeasure and confusion. “Ebony?” he asked slightly. Harry only looked back at him with blank, sad eyes and went into the wardrobe that Draco had left cracked open. He made a nest in a shirt that had fell off a hanger and laid on it, content to just stay there until Draco was done screwing the girl.

The female Slytherin looked from Draco, who was staring sadly at the wardrobe, to the wardrobe, where Potter had moved to go sulk. She internally smirked; it was exactly what Blaise said would happen. Draco didn’t want Mandy and, it was obvious, Harry didn’t want Draco to want Mandy either.

“On second thought,” Pansy started in a whisper, looking from the wardrobe to her blonde friend. “I think I’ll tell her you’re busy.”

Draco nodded, sighing. Pansy made to move out of his room, when Draco suddenly stood and walked over to her. “Pansy,” he started slowly. Pansy stopped and raised an eyebrow. “You know a lot about animals, right?” asked Draco, staring at her with a questionable gaze.

The raven-haired girl nodded. “Care of Magical Creatures is my best class,” she said, her eyebrow still raised. “Why do you ask?”

The blonde shifted his eyesight to glance at the wardrobe again, where Harry had taken himself to sulk. The Head Boy let out an exhale and looked at Pansy again. “Can ferrets be gay?” he asked in a whisper. Pansy barely heard him.

But she did. Pansy smiled kindly. “Of course they can.” she said, making Draco smile more. “Ferrets are a lot like humans. Did you know male Wizarding ferrets can get pregnant, just like human male Wizards?” Pansy asked Draco. The blonde shook his head. “Well, there’s a lot to learn, isn’t there?”

Draco nodded. “Thanks, Pansy.” he said quietly.

Pansy smiled again. “No problem, Draco.” she assured. Walking away from the Head Boy room, she turned her head to see Draco shut his door; his eyes staring fixatedly at the wardrobe in his room. She entered her own Prefect room, smirking to Blaise as soon as she saw him. He was naked on her bed, covered by a sheet that hid only his lower parts. “I think Harry’s in for a little bit of fun tonight.” she said, climbing into bed with him.

Blaise took a look at Pansy, before moving to grab her shirt and beginning to remove it. “Why do you say that?” he asked, slipping the material over his girlfriend’s head.

The raven-haired girl laughed. “Draco asked if ferrets could be gay.” she said, letting out a quiet exhale as Blaise removed her skirt.

The Italian planted kisses on his girlfriend’s body. “You think they’re going to -”

“Yeah,” Pansy said, nodding quickly. “Ferrets. They’re going to play as ferrets.”

Blaise chuckled humorously and shook his head. “Then let the ferrets play.”

-=0=-

Draco kept his eyes on the wardrobe after Pansy left and he shut the door. Sex was not something he was unfamiliar with, but he’d never done it as a ferret. And he wasn’t sure if Harry wanted to do it, either. But he’d try. The blonde pulled his wand and cast the spell on himself once again, feeling his bones and muscles shift as he transformed. Soon he was down on four legs and close to the floor.

The white ferret scampered to the wardrobe, thankful he could squeeze in the gap he’d left open. Harry lay on a shirt that had fell off of his hanger. Draco dared not making a sound as he crept closer, keeping low to the ground instinctively. When he was close enough, he could hear Harry’s soft whining and could see tears leaking down the smaller ferret’s fur.

It was all he could do from not saying anything right then. He knew Harry was hurt that he thought Draco would be going to sleep with Mandy tonight, instead of laying in bed and cuddling with him like they’d been doing. But Draco was there now, and he planned on righting his wrong. The larger ferret began purring loudly, cuddling into Harry’s smaller body lovingly.

Harry sniffed and lifted his head, seeing a flash of white fur against his back. He turned his face towards it, trying to see what was going on. He sniffed again and couldn’t help the whine that escaped his ferret mouth, tears still flowing from his eyes. Draco was there in an instant to lick Harry’s face of the salty tears. “Dook?” Harry asked as a rough tongue swiped over his face. The white ferret continued purring loudly and cuddling Harry’s head with his own.

“Dook!” Draco exclaimed lovingly, licking Harry’s fur again. Harry, who was on his stomach, sniffed again and buried his head in his furry paws. Draco frowned sadly and nudged the paws with his nose, trying to get Harry to look at him. Harry wouldn’t, and Draco could hear more sniffling and whining. Harry was crying again. “Dook, dook.” Draco murmured sadly.

The black ferret shook his head and kept his face buried deeply under his paws. He didn’t want to be around Draco right then. He wanted to be alone. And the kisses Draco administered to him only made it worse; Harry was turned on by the white ferret and he could feel his penis protrude from his body. Luckily he was on his stomach. He felt Draco move behind him and cover his smaller body with his own, and Harry began wondering just how lucky it was that he was on his stomach.

Draco was quick to get on top of Harry, feeling the smaller ferret’s body shudder from crying and whining. Draco dooked sadly again and shook his white head, then sniffed Harry’s neck purposefully. Harry’s eyes leaked more tears as he tried not to think of the body pressed against his so nicely. He was sulking, damn it, and he wanted the sulking to continue! But apparently, Draco had other plans.

As soon as the white ferret found the specific spot, he opened his mouth and bit Harry’s neck and shoulder where it joined. Harry gave off a pitiful moan, though it was unclear to Draco whether it was from pain, pleasure, or annoyance. Either way, Draco didn’t let loose. He stood up, noting Harry’s flax body underneath his own. The nerve Draco had bit was one normally used by mothers to their newborns. The nerve held an endorphin that calmed and soothed the muscles in the body, rendering the body void of all muscle usage besides the face.

Therefore Draco could still hear Harry’s sniffling and crying as he picked him up by the scruff of the neck. The white animal dragged Harry underneath him until he was out of the wardrobe and near his bed, where he cleverly walked with Harry onto his discarded pants, from which he could walk onto his school bag, then his trunk at the end of the bed, and finally up onto his king-sized bed, Harry still underneath him. He walked them both up to his pillows and finally lay Harry there.

Harry whined and got up on his feet, going to move to under the silk pillows. Draco stopped him with a curious, but hurt, “Dook?” ‘Why won’t you look at me, Harry?’ he thought sadly, pawing Harry’s side. Harry’s wet green eyes looked at Draco’s paw, then followed the white fur to the Slytherin’s face, seeing Draco look at him with wide, hopeful looking eyes. “Dook dook?” the white animal asked again, softer this time.

He watched in sadness as Harry shook his head. Draco dooked and kept dooking until Harry looked at him in the eye again. He walked closer, nuzzling his head into Harry’s and purring loudly into Harry’s black fur. It was a mating call, Draco realized, that he’d read about in a book for his summer studying. He was asking Harry to mate with him.

Harry, though actually a human, didn’t really know about the mating call. But something - his ferret instincts, he guessed - made him suddenly very open to the blonde. He wanted to try his hardest to make Draco like him. Wanted to make sure Draco chose him over anyone else. Harry dooked and purred loudly, twitching his ears back and forth for Draco.

The white-furred animal felt Harry’s ears twitch against his head and he purred louder, making Harry shudder and dook. Draco moved behind Harry again, waiting for Harry’s tail to swish out of his way before sticking his nose in Harry’s private area. “Dook!” Harry called suddenly, blinking at the new intrusion. Draco sniffed Harry’s posterior languorously, feeling calm from the musky scent.

He gently slid a paw under Harry and made the black ferret roll onto his back, exposing his protruding penis to Draco. Harry whined in embarrassment and covered his face with his paws once again. “Dook dook!” Draco said, smiling at Harry. Harry looked between his hands and saw Draco close to him now, his front paws on either side of his stomach and his own penis hovering not two inches above his own.

Draco smiled at Harry’s reaction to seeing him turned on. He looked between them, seeing Harry’s groin inflamed and slightly swollen. He thought momentarily. Was he in heat? Male ferrets had a heat period. That was what it must have been, Draco thought. His own penis was pink and fully protruded from his body, but it wasn’t swollen. He shrugged the thought off and slowly lowered his head to Harry’s body, then ran his rough tongue on his swollen anatomy.

“Dook!” Harry exclaimed loudly. He arched and watched Draco lick his penis soothingly. His crotch had been sore since the midmorning, and Harry hadn’t figured out why. But Draco’s rough tongue making quick trips on his protruding penis was soothing the burn and Harry enjoyed it immensely. “Dook dook dook purrrr,” Harry said blissfully.

Draco smiled and continued licking, taking pleasure in knowing Harry was enjoying the treatment. Harry’s front paws moved to try to grab Draco’s white head as Harry arched, but he couldn’t grasp the head before he was spurting ferret cum onto himself. He whimpered and lay back on the pillows as Draco drew out his orgasm, milking him by licking his penis until the cum stopped flowing. Then he cleaned it from his stomach regally, making Harry dook again.

The blonde moved up Harry’s body and licked him on the mouth and nose purposefully. “Dook,” Draco said, staring into Harry’s green eyes. Harry nodded with a dook of his own. The Slytherin smiled and licked Harry’s nose once again before having Harry stand on his feet again. Draco positioned his face below Harry’s tail and sniffed, going down as far as to smell Harry’s ferret balls.

“Dook,” Harry said dazedly. He shook his head and tried to see straight. Something was affecting him dramatically, and he wasn’t sure what.

Sniffing the ferret balls had taken a drastic leap in Draco’s self-control. He wanted to mate with Harry now. He assumed it was because Harry was in heat and, unconsciously, letting off pheromones to attract other ferrets and let them know he was ready for them. Just like, he was sure, he himself was letting off pheromones to tell Harry he’d accepted. They made each other want it to the point where they’d take it quickly, and Draco was resisting that urge.

He moved to Harry’s head again, giving Harry another lick on the nose before crawling down Harry’s body, sniffing the scent from Harry’s posterior and burying his nose in it again. Now his balls hovered directly in front of Harry’s face and Harry took a deep whiff before he could stop himself. He dooked dazedly and continued smelling, feeling his legs become a little weak.

Unsurely, Harry extended his tongue and swiped the rough appendage against Draco’s considerably large balls. Draco dooked unexpectedly and ran his tongue across Harry’s bum, making the smaller ferret whine in want. Draco rolled off to the side of Harry and quickly scuttled behind the black ferret, continuing to sniff the musky smell Harry radiated.

“Dook dook?” Draco asked carefully.

Harry’s ears twitched rapidly, telling Draco that Harry was on the edge. “Dook!” Harry said forcefully.

The larger ferret took another deep sniff of Harry’s scent, before crawling over Harry’s smaller body again. He licked the side of his cheek and carefully bit down on his shoulder, hitting only a nerve to calm and relax Harry instead of leaving him void of all his muscles. He began pushing Harry around the bed, making Harry whine every few feet.

Draco carefully prodded Harry’s hole with his penis, hearing Harry dook softly for him to continue. He slid in gently, being careful not to hurt the boy underneath him. Harry’s eyes slipped closed and he dooked again quietly. It was a tight fit, Draco’s penis in his small hole, but Draco managed to fit himself inside somehow. He began thrusting not too long after he was inside and Harry and Draco remained doing their lazy circles on the bed.

The blonde’s humps into Harry made the smaller ferret keep moving in their trek across the huge bed. He led them up near the pillows and held Harry’s hips in place as Harry’s front paws were on the silk pillows. The black ferret was held still as Draco humped his protruded penis into the smaller boy’s hole, making them both whine for it. He moved faster, hearing Harry’s dook of approval, then felt his cum flow freely from his penis and into Harry’s hole. Harry’s penis also spurt it’s cum, hitting the pillows beneath the smaller ferret.

Draco sighed and dooked happily, before pulling out of Harry and moving to the left of the other tired ferret. He lay on his side and lift his leg, about to clean himself when he suddenly saw Harry laying exactly like him, but the black ferret’s nose was near his balls again as Harry began licking his pink protrusion. Draco dooked happily and let Harry lap at his cum on his penis.

He saw Harry’s penis and shuffled closer, allowing Harry to lift his leg and place it around his face to bury his head in Harry’s crotch. He began licking Harry’s protrusion as Harry did his, both basking in the afterglow of their mating.

Harry continued his sensual licking, letting his gaze travel from the white ferret’s pink penis to his balls, then past them still. He saw Draco’s white tail stiffly blocking his hole from view. Harry - somehow instinctively - knew that meant Draco was dominant. His own tail swished freely on the bed behind him, giving Draco a clear view of his hole. It told Draco that he was a submissive for him.

And in fact, Draco was staring at the hole fixatedly. There was cum dripping from the clenched hole. Draco moved up to see Harry’s hole further and started licking the clenched muscles, making Harry dook dazedly again. Draco pulled away from the smaller ferret and moved his head up to Harry’s, grabbing the black-ferret by the neck and dragging him onto the pillows with him.

The smaller ferret didn’t bother to care about the rough treatment and let Draco’s larger body wrap around his own. They purred in perfect sync with the other until they fell asleep, content with sleeping after their intimate encounter.

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Pansy and Blaise waited half an hour after they’d finished their own activities before opening the door to Draco’s room. Two ferrets were snuggled together; a white one nearly covering a black one protectively. “Awww,” Pansy cooed to the two ferrets.

Blaise rolled his eyes and got his wand from his robes. “Finite Incantatem!“ he muttered to the bed. Pansy and Blaise watched as Draco and Harry became humans again, Draco’s body (clothed in only the pair of boxer shorts he’d been wearing when he’d transformed) wrapped around Harry’s protectively. Harry breathed peacefully under the weight of Draco, though he was completely nude.

“Why -”

The Italian shushed his girlfriend and went to the bed, before lifting the covers and placing them up to Draco’s and Harry’s waist for warmth. He walked back to Pansy and spoke quietly. “Because, Draco changed willingly into an animal, because he’s an Animagus. We turned Harry into an animal, so therefore when we changed him back, he was naked…because he was naked as a ferret.”

Pansy nodded, understanding the logic that Blaise spoke. “How do you think they’ll take it tomorrow?” she asked quietly.

“I’m not sure,” Blaise admitted softly. “I can only hope that Harry doesn’t run from the room before Draco can get a word out edgewise.”

Pansy nodded and was led out of the Head Boy’s room with her boyfriend, hoping there wasn’t a big uproar tomorrow in the Slytherin Dungeons.

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