Ferret

Hermione's Predicament

Flustered and embarrassed, Hermione quickly grasped at Malfoy's tablecloth, knocking over his elaborate arrangement of flowers and fruits. She wrapped the thick cloth around her body tightly, tucking the ends securely into the top.
She looked at the frozen blond in front of her.

"MALFOY? My clothes!!" She barked sharply, trying to hold onto the little bits of dignity she had left. She was sure that Malfoy got a good long glimpse of her. Embarrassed and flustered, Draco quickly dug through her trunk where he had hazardously thrown her clothes before, and threw the pile to an angry Hermione. She then proceeded to go in the direction that Draco had pointed out, stomping angrily with her nose turned up. Clutching her clothes tightly to her towel-clad chest, she quickly got dressed in Malfoy's fancy silver themed bathroom.

She was beyond mortified. She splashed cold tap water on her face, rubbed her eyes, and stood up straight. She held her head up tall, and turned the handle to the bathroom. She strode out, hoping to hide her embarrassment, and headed towards the front room, perfectly prepared to face the hurricane of insults and retorts.

Meanwhile, Draco was scared. He'd seen what granger was like when she was angry, and he expected her to come out of his bathroom, wand flourishing, ready to maim him with a barrage of curses and  hexes. Bloody witch was mental. He would have to apparate to St. mungo's, as there where no suitable wizarding hospitals in Australia. He continued to mentally prepare himself for the onslaught that was bound to happen. He was ready to start cowering and begging for forgiveness, when the crazy witch herself practically strutted out of her bedroom, nose turned up.

"Granger?" He inquired tentatively. All he got was as a response was a cool answer of  'thanks Malfoy, I'll be going now." And she walked right out his front door, her shrunken luggage floating gently behind her. Malfoy turned to look at her, and all he saw was a few of Hermione's long chestnut curls wisp away, followed by a resounding thud of his rich oak door.

Ok, What had just happened? He went through the events in his head. OK, so I see Granger in line for tickets at the airport, I watch her knock everything over like the clumsy witch she is. Then I see Parkinson, who had followed me, like the crazy bitch she is, about to hex or curse me, so I grabbed granger, she turned into a ferret, and I brought her home, where she proceeded to turn back, naked, and then slam my front door.

He thought about it, and came to a reasonable, logical conclusion; He was hallucinating. He grabbed his wand, his wallet, and marched out his door, intending on going to the nearest hospital and get his head checked.