Just A Bet ● Fred Weasley × Reader ●

13 - Even The Ferret Sees The Denial ;)

●Draco's POV●

I stared up at y/n from the cage McGonagall had given her until I was human again, the dreadful Weasel twins following the cocky Gryffindor anywhere.

Though I couldn't speak, I did feel like I could roll my eyes in my ferret body. My attitude was certainly still there, thank Merlin.

With y/n being forced to bring me everywhere, I didn't think she was overly fond of the idea. Though as the hours ticked by, I didn't see a hint of annoyance. Not one.

At least that was until one of the Weasel's got under her skin.

I recalled this one's name to be Fred, but it could have been George for all I cared.

Their bickering got on my nerves.

Merlin, they were like an old married couple. Fighting over something as useless as a sickle. However with the Weasel's.. wealth... I suppose arguing over a knut was a common ritual in their household.

Though from my past knowledge, y/n came from a relatively okay family when it came to financial partakings.

So why did she hang out with the gingers?

I questioned it until the boy chased his twin down the hall, leaving her alone.

I watched as she let out a sigh. Though perhaps not of relief. From my new found ferret things, hearing was enhanced and her heartbeat raced whenever she even looked at him.

I tilt my head at her, only for her to copy the motion.

I scurried to the edge of the cage, just catching the tuft of fiery red hair disappearing as he walked across the hall with a stalk in his step, only to be later followed by a shriek and running the opposite direction as his twin switched the rolls.

If the chuckle I let out came out as a squeak, I swore to the Heavens I would-

"What are you looking at?" y/n looked around the corner right as Percy chased after the twins. "Oh..." She mused and her heart skipped a beat.

I stared up at her, and she stared down at me. It was so obvious that she liked him and as they came running back down the hall, making a beeline in our general direction, I knew the world slowed as Weasel one ran by and locked eyes with y/n.

By the time he sped around the next corner, my mouth was agape. That was by far one of the most fairytale-esque thing i had ever witness in my short fifteen years of life.

She looked back down at me and clearly saw my tiny jaw slack on its hinges because she let out a dramatic -even for me- sigh and ran her free hand down her face.

"What do I do...?" She asked me, but because I couldn't respond, it sounded more like she was talking to air. Pathetic.

She should just tell him, honestly. I see no issue with that. Surely the worst he could say was no-

"He'll probably say he hates me or something! Like- I can't just go up to him and say 'hey you're cute. wanna date?' No. That sounds so incredibly stupid. I don't even- I am talking to a ferret," She mumbled.

I nod.

"And he understands me!" She freaked out mildly. "Oh no! I just told you- Merlin's saggy left tit! I swear to god, if you dare tell anyone of this I will have your furry little head on a toothpick in my next birthday cake," She threatened me and this time it actually felt threatening.

Clearly she did not want this information given out based on tone alone minus the threat which was very real and very possible with my current animalistic situation.