𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝐲 𝕻𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗

He can’t help but let out a shy little chuckle. He steps back to kneel on the floor in front of her. He takes out a tiny box, which he enlarges with a wave of his wand. It opens to reveal… a ring. “ I didn’t even have time to ask the question. ”

“ Oh. So is it time for me to take out that little box I’ve been carrying around with me for a while? ”

“And I’m still wondering what’s stopping us from making that wish of ours come true. Dracie Malfoy Potter.”

He prefers to see her that way. His smile returns. He takes her in his arms. He kisses one of her ferret ears. “ And I’d love to be able to call you Mrs Potter. ”

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze asking her if she was really asking him that. “ Could you please take back what you just said ? I don’t like it when you dare to suggest that the woman I love isn’t the most beautiful every single day. ”

He’d swear he’d heard Moody laughing his head off a little way off.

He rolls his eyes. Reassured to see that she has calmed down, he stands in front of her. He looks at her in silence for a few seconds. Then he smiles and leans in to steal a kiss. “The prettiest of all the ferrets. Almost even more pretty than you usually are”

“ But we both know you’ll find a way to get your revenge on them, or your father will. Let them spew their venom; they’re just jealous because… ” He stifles a laugh. “...you’re the cutest Slytherin of them all. ”

“ By Merlin’s beard! Dracie, please calm down !! ” She’s making his ears ring. His human ears.

He turned his head, cupping his hand over his mouth. A stifled laugh escaped him. Then he looked at her again, unable to quite hide his amusement. “This won’t last, will it? Why did Moody do that to you, anyway? Or rather… What have you got up to this time, hm ? ”

“ Moody… ? ” Then he opened his eyes, looking as though he’d finally understood. “ Oh, I see. Not a dog. Not a cat, but… ” And he dared to gently stroke her behind the ear. “ A cute little ferret. Professor McGonagall should be able to sort that out. If we can find her. ”

He is overcome by a most unpleasant curiosity as he stares intently at her ears, struggling against that inner urge to reach out and stroke them. “ And how exactly did you end up in this situation ? ”

“ No. Not a dog. But... ” He crouched down in front of her. He looked at her with an amused yet tender smile, gently brushing the strands of hair from her forehead. “ More like an adorable kitten. ”

He thinks it’s… far too cute. “… Shall I pet your head ... ? ”

He is lost in thought. With a dreamy smile. And he starts thinking out loud. "She really does have a lovely smile..."

He listened to her intently. A faint blush spread across his cheeks and a smile played on his lips. He stepped closer and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. Then he whispered to her. “ I like you too. I’m going to extract this memory so I can admire it in the Pensieve again. ”