A Familiar Ferret
A Familiar Ferret
“It’s not funny, Harry!” Draco said, pouting in an extraordinarily childish way given his age of thirty-seven.
Harry just laughed while Severus smirked, sipping his wine.
“Severus, come on, ferrets aren’t even on the list!” Draco said, turning to their friend and Headmaster of Hogwarts.
“Ron had a rat,” Harry offered, finally easing back on his laughter enough to speak.
“That turned out to be a person,” Draco said deadpanned and Harry shrugged, still chuckling lightly.
“Theodore Nott had a snake,” Severus said, raising an eyebrow when Draco glared at him.
“You’re not helping,” Draco said, unimpressed.
“I never claimed I was trying to,” Severus said and Draco groaned, burying his face in his hands before looking at Harry again.
“A heads-up would’ve been nice,” Draco grumbled. “Going into Slytherin to take note of who has pets only to find out my own godson has a bloody ferret.”
“About time there was a flaw in your godson,” Severus said. “If I have to be godfather to a Gryffindor, your godson gets to have a ferret.”
“Oi, those are my kids you’re talking about,” Harry said.
“No doubt about that,” Severus muttered into his wine, dodging the ball of parchment thrown at his head with a smirk.
“Of all things, a damn ferret,” Draco said, shaking his head and grabbing his own glass of wine.
“Just wait until he learns how to make it bounce,” Harry said mischievously and roared with laughter at Draco’s look of horror.
“Harry!”
Fin