The Love of a Pet

By Atki Li Houjun

Archive: If you really want to, go ahead, tell me first though!

A/N Yes, I'm starting a new fic after all this time, and it's not even a weiss kruez fic --; I'm sorry to say that I think "Sick with Love" will probably never be finished, even though I'm sure half the people reading this have no clue what Weiss is. Oh well, no matter.

Summary: After Harry and Hermione hook up, Ron's been feeling a bit left out. Between having his two best friends bail on him and his worst enemy disappearing he's had no one. So what is with his adorable little ferret that seems to be turning his life around?

Warnings: Hints of sex, not sure if I'll do a graphic scene or anything, but I'll put a warning up for it anyway. If I do write a graphic scene, I'll warn you, it WILL be kinky. Cus I'm like that, I love bondage and such XD. AND OOTP DOES NOT EXIST! O.o; SIRIUS ISN'T DEAD DAMNIT. X.x

Okie, enough rambling, on with the story:

He was tired. Running for the past hour or so straight, hiding once in the while in holes and bushes. Being in the forbidden forest as a small animal was probably the worst thing he had done yet.

He seriously didn't even know why he was still alive. Voldemort could have just killed him right there, instead, he transfigured him. He was now thoroughly humiliated. Why couldn't it have been a bug? Even then if he was squished he would have left with some dignity. But no. It HAD to be a ferret, didn't it?

He shook his little white head and scurried along. The edge of the forest was near, he was almost safe.

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It took him the better part of the hour to make it across the grassy hills and to the bridge. The bridge was a hazard itself, holes appearing in the wood and the planks sometimes having large gaps in between them. The doors to the Entrance Hall were ajar slightly, some gaggle of gossiping girls talking to each other, holding the door open a bit as they were distracted.

He wasted no time in running through the opening, much to the chagrin of the girls, who squealed as he ran passed. That was when he saw him. Longbottom. The poor Griffindor was on his knees, scooping up some of his dropped belongings from where a Slytherin probably tripped him. He darted into the unsuspecting boy's bag and curled up against some of the books. He didn't have to worry too much, being the end of the day, Longbottom was likely to going to head to the tower, put his stuff away and then head to dinner.

Which is exactly what he did. When the door was closed he climbed out of the bag and sniffed around. His new keen nose easily picked up the familiar scents of Weasley and Potter. He didn't know why, but he felt this strong urge come to him, and then when he finally came back to himself he was in Weasley's bed. With a yawn he curled up between the pillow and the head board, concealed under the comforter and went to sleep for the first time in days.

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He felt miserable. He couldn't exactly place why he did, only knowing that he did. Barely eating anything at dinner the redheaded boy headed off to bed, throwing himself down on the soft comforter which earned him a loud squeak.

He blinked. When did beds squeak like animals? A freckled hand reach out and tugged up the comforter, blue eyes meeting beady black ones. "Now how the hell did you get in here?" The creature just hissed and glared at him in response. The redhead just raised a brow at it's antics and scooped it up in his hands, holding it up to his face to get a better look. It certainly looked like a ferret and seemed to be all white, but it was hard to tell with it's fur covered in dirt.

Ron wasn't quite sure why he did it, but he carried the creature over to the boys bathroom, it laying calmly in his arms at the time. He turned on one of the sinks and set the creature on the edge of it, taking a hand full of water to gently rub at the fur.

It seemed to almost purr at the touch.

He continued to clean the dirt off until the pure white fur shone through and the fuzzy little ferret was thoroughly soaked. He grabbed one of the hand towels and wrapped the creature in it, carrying him back to his room and sitting down on his bed, petting the soft fur with the towel, a slow drying process, but neither one of the them seemed to mind.

For the first time this year, Ron felt content.

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The first thing Draco noticed when he woke up the next day was that he was very warm, and his bed was moving slowly up and down. He was sleeping on Ron's bare chest, the blanket covering up to his waist haphazardly. His face was smoothed down of all worries, his nose only twitching very slightly before he rolled over, Draco falling off of him. He snorted slightly, before moving up to tuck himself under Ron's chin and fall back asleep.

His room mates seemed to think otherwise though. Seamus boisterous self was made known as he opened the bed curtains and proceeded to shout and tickle Ron awake, "Come on! It's Saturday! We have to get to the Quidditch pitch before the Slytherins do! Harry's already up and gone to breakfast."

Ron yelped, Draco scurrying down into his blanket for shelter, but Ron didn't seem to notice. He pushed Seamus away, who was grinning like an idiot, and started to get out of bed, "I'm up already. Merlin Seamus! Can't you just be like a normal person and just try to poke me awake or something?" He said while pulling some clothes out of his drawers.

"I tried that before, it doesn't work."

Ron's only response was to glare at him unbelievingly until the other boy finally ran off. He smiled though, looking at his bed where the little ferret had finally come out, bouncing over to him like an animal expecting treats. A pair of freckled hand scooped him up in his arms along with his clothes and headed into the bathrooms, proceeding to shower and, for some odd reason, bringing his new little friend with him.

Draco knew, though he would never admit it, that if he was still human he would be drooling. Right now though, he was just wet from where he was getting sprayed on by the hot water. When Ron was done washing himself he picked the white lump of soaked fur and scrubbed it gently under the waters spray.

The two of them left with a fully dressed Ron, all set in his Quidditch gear, a slightly damp ferret, burrowed in his clothes.

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Practice was brutal. Harry seemed genuinely worried about the next Slytherin vs Griffindor match. Apparently whoever replaced Draco position as Seeker wasn't the problem. The person was barely competent. The real trouble was the new Chasers and Keepers. Harry was afraid of them accumulating so many points that even if he caught the snitch they still might lose. Ron had showered again, to get all the sweat off, before heading to the Great Hall for lunch, his 'pet' curled across his shoulders and the back of his neck. A living scarf, but so much warmer.

Draco wasn't quite sure why he was doing this, but he knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that there was no hope to become human again. Ron was taking so good of care of him too. What was the point in refusing it? When they sat down at the table he hopped off his new owner and sat at the table, stealing a few things off Ron's plate. No one seemed to notice at first until Hermione came from the library. She let out a slightly shriek, startling everyone in the near vicinity. "Ron! What is that?"

Ron blinked for a second and then looked over to where Draco was sitting, hissing at her. "It's only a ferret 'Mione. Calm down, he's harmless." Harry, who had came in only a bit after Hermione, stared at it critically, whilst it glared at him before jumping onto Ron's shoulder and hiding under his robes. "Aw, now look, you've gone and scared him."

"Scared him? Please Ron. Get rid of that filthy thing." Hermione said, looking at where a little white fluffy tail was poking out in digust.

Ron's face flamed slightly, "He's not filthy Hermione! I gave him a bath earlier, he's perfectly clean."

Harry just shook his head, sitting down next to his girl friend. "Ron, just get it away from the table will you? Keep it in a cage or something."

The tip of Ron's ears turned red and he left the table without so much as a passing glance. He'd lost his appetite, like he had many times before in these passed weeks.

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The redhead sighed sadly, absently stroking a little white head. Black beady eyes stared up at him curiously. Ron just smiled down at him, scratching lightly with his finger nail before a though struck him, "You're probably still hungry aren't you?" A twitch of the tail was his only response. Another sigh escaped the redhead, "Well, I shouldn't force you to starve just because I'm not hungry," was all he said before tickling the pear on a passing portrait and entering the kitchen.

Dobby was more than happy to fix a plate of various things since no one, including Ron, had any idea of what a ferret ate. Draco was more than happy to try everything offered at least once. "Hey Dobby?"

"Yes Master Wheezy?"

"Do you think you could send a plate of all this stuff up to my room daily? For Draco here that is." He didn't even realize what he called the ferret at first, but he blinked and it came to him, smiling slightly before mumbling to the little white ferret, "Fits, doesn't it? You look and act a lot like him… for an animal anyway."

Dobby nodded his head, practically bouncing with joy, "Of course Master Wheezy! Dobby would be more than happy to feed Master Wheezy's pet!"

Ron nodded his thanks and started to head back to the dorms while a fluffy white rodent was nuzzling against his neck happily.

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"I miss him, you know…"

A white furry head lifted it self to look at him. Ron smiled sadly.

"It's pathetic isn't it? Missing your enemy."

He sighed, shaking his head, when Draco gave him a look, "This is pitiful. I'm talking to an animal. It's not like you can understand me. You don't even know who Malfoy is…"

Draco crawled over to him on the bed, curling up into a ball on his lap, staring at him with those beady little eyes.

Ron's eyes were filling with tears. "He was the only thing I could count on really. Everything else has been turned upside down this year. I was thinking, even though everyone else was going crazy, at least I could see his smirking face, looking down at me, taunting me." A tear actually slipped from his eye, "He would be normal. I could have something stable. Knowing that no matter what he wouldn't change. It was the only comfort I really had all summer." He sniffled, wiping the tear away, "Then I come here and I find out he's been missing. Supposedly he died because he refused the Dark Mark or something." The entire time he talked he petted the soft white fur. He stared straight into those black eyes that seemed to hold the same sadness of his own.

Ron let out a loud sigh, crawling over and turning to lay on his stomach, placing Draco down in front of him so he could nuzzle his nose into the soft fur. He felt a gentle nip on his ear and grinned slightly, letting his eyes slip shut, "You'll be my friend right? You won't leave me…" he mumbled gently, cuddling against the warmth the creature permeated.

Draco wished he could speak, but all he could do was little out a little squeak, almost a mewling noise, in reply. Ron seemed happy with that though as he drifted off to nap.

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His little ferret body seemed to only need sleep at intervals of about every 2 hours. He was wide awake while Ron was dead asleep. He slowly crawled out of the redhead boy's arms and sat back gazing at him quite contently. He could live like this, being the Weasel's pet. The way the boy treated him was almost as nice as his when he was a child, when his mother wasn't half dead from all the beatings Lucius bestowed upon her. He couldn't sleep anymore though, he needed to do something. He flicked his gaze back over Ron. He wouldn't be awake for hours.

Draco took it upon himself to get a good idea of his new, nearly permanent surroundings. He gently jumped off the bed and scurried about, sniffing here and there. He crawled onto the bed that reeked of Potter's smell. When he left the bed about five minutes later there was a nice large hole in his stead. He noticed that the door was nearly 2 inches off the floor. He never noticed the doors like that before, but no matter, he could actually crawl under them now! With a bit of difficulty he managed to push himself out from the door.

He made sure to hug the wall and keep in shadows as he climbed down the stairs that led from the boy's dorms and into the common room. There wasn't many people there, no doubt not wanting to waste their Saturday sitting in the common room. As a matter of fact, only two people were in there. Potter and Granger.

Black beady eyes narrowed in contempt at the two who were making out quite heavily on the couch. Actually, it seemed like Granger was doing all the work were she was straddling Potter's thighs against the couch. From where he was hidden underneath one of the tables, Potter didn't seem all that happy to be doing this. Granger seemed to have noticed this too.

"Harry, what's wrong?" She said while trying to catch her breath, cupping his cheek in one hand.

He shook his head and smiled at her, a strained smile, "Nothings the matter. I'm just a bit tired from practice is all 'Mione." He let out a fake yawn, stretching slightly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Hermione easily feel for it, looking sympathetic. "Perhaps you should take a nap Harry." She looked a bit put out. "I have a Potions essay to do anyways." Crawling off his lap she grabbed her bag and walked out, probably heading to the library.

Harry looked extremely relieved, sighing with a hand to his chest, eyes closed. When he opened them he saw something furry under the table. Draco let out a squeak as a large tanned hand reached out and grabbed him about the waist. He hissed and squirmed against the gripped. Harry winced slightly, petting his fur very gently, "Hey hey. It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you or anything!" Draco glared at him menacingly but stopped struggling. The scarred boy smiled slightly, standing and holding Draco tightly, but gently against his chest while walking back up to the dorms. When the two entered they saw a very frantic Ron running around, looking under all the beds, in the drawers and generally making a mess of the whole room. "Ron! What are you doing?" Harry yelled slightly, raising a brow at his redheaded friend.

Ron turned around, with an extremely worried and guilty look on his face before he saw what Harry was carrying. He rushed over and plucked the confused white ferret from Harry's arm's, sighing in relief, "Oh man… I thought I lost you for a second there, Draco."

Harry had to smile at that, "Draco? You're calling him Draco?" He glanced at the ferret for a second before his grin grew wider, "I suppose it does look like him, back in forth year."

Ron laughed slightly, but Draco hissed, burrowing his nose into Ron's neck. The red head let out a squeak as the short stubby whiskers tickled along his neck.

The two of them said their good byes while Harry said he was going to nap while Ron went down to the common room, to try and see if he could get some homework done. When Ron finally left Harry stared wistfully out of the window while writing a letter, "I miss you Sirius…"

A/N: How's that for a cliffie? Don't worry Peeps, I plan on actually finishing this story. And Draco won't be staying a ferret for ever! He'll be cured within the next 2-3 chapters hopefully. And what's this? Is Harry cheating on Hermione with his own Godfather?! Only I'd write something like that XD.