herumtreiber

Title: Draco's detour
Author

herumtreiber
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 1212
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff, humour, MPreg.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the rest belong to JK Rowling, I only play with them.
Summary: Draco takes a detour and meets someone, while Harry gets a big surprise.
Notes: Thanks to

kiraohara for the Pokeidea :)

Table of contents

The zombies and the bees

The ferret squirmed angrily, trying to escape the relentless grasp of the smirking muggle.

In the rather evocative and poetic - albeit rodent-flavored - ferret language, Draco clucked angrily, “Get your cold paws off my immaculate fur! May you have litters full of mangy-furred offspring!”

The ferret glared at the muggle man, wishing he could have ears like a feline and not cute, round ones that didn’t flatten back impressively. “I hope your incisors fall off and you can’t groom yourself!”

Draco paused in his ferrety tirade, examining critically the man’s tousled hair. “Come to think of it, it seems you haven’t used them in ages - you feral, disheveled muggle.”

Robert smiled condescendingly at the furious furry mammal. “My, but you look nice when you stare at me so lovingly, and you cluck so cutely!”

“It’s called dooking, you uneducated rabbit! Didn’t your mother teach you anything? She was probably busy cavorting with neighborhood polecats!” Draco tried to use the deathly stare his father used so well but it failed to impress the muggle, coming from the white mammal.

“You’ll be a perfect pet! I bet you’ll be useful to catch the mouse that scampers around the fridge at night.” Robert’s eyes shined, imagining how he would look promenading around with a leashed ferret. Undoubtedly the cute animal would help him catch the eyes of the handsome fellows, like the strangely alluring fat man that lived right next to him.

The ferret hissed, the sound similar like a snake defending its nest. “I’m no one’s pet - except Harry’s! And you can solve your computer troubles yourself! Get a mechnician, you lousy mix of a polecat and a Kneazle!”

The ferret flexed his sharp claws threateningly, making the mental note to get a manicure soon, preparing to scratch the obnoxious muggle. He didn’t get a chance because Robert held the ferret's arms in a vise, smirking infuriatingly at the white mammal.

Draco smirked angrily, his whiskers rotating in a counterclockwise direction which Robert found very endearing.

Holding the squirming and snarling ferret with his right hand, Robert petted Draco’s nose with his other one, making tsking sounds. “You’re so cute, little on… OUCH!”

Draco bit the muggle’s thumb with all his might. Robert threw him aside and the ferret sailed through the air. Fortunately due to his unmatched Quidditch skills, the ferret twisted in midair like a cat and landed on his paws. The curious onlookers just saw a bright flash of white fur; most shook their heads, thinking it was an angry cat.

Before the moaning muggle could catch him, Draco darted away, disappearing among the assembled men and women. The ferret smirked in triumph, running madly through the thick crowd, evading grasping hands that tried to stop him.

The mammal shook his head as he swerved to the left, running through an alley. Bloody hell, I think zombies would be easier to deal with! At least they only want to eat my brain, not make me their pet.

The ferret stopped suddenly when he smelt dog in front of him. Just outside the alley’s exit, a huge fawn bullmastiff growled. The dog pierced Draco with an angry stare, his short black muzzle twisting in a snarl.

Draco eyed the canine warily. I could use the kung fu moves the muggle instructor taught us during Unspeakable training, but I doubt they’d be useful. I lack the needed leverage.

The dog pawed the ground, snarling at the white mammal. But then a child’s voice chastised the animal. “Bad doggie! Stay away from him!”

A girl with black ponytails, clad in jeans and a sweatshirt, stepped resolutely in front of the snarling dog. Draco rushed towards her, interposing himself in front of the girl.

He raised himself on his hind paws, thinking that if the dog attacked, he had just enough time to transform and Apparate himself and the girl to a safe place.

The little girl waved her index finger at the dog. “You shouldn’t attack beautiful ferrets, Mr. Dog. You’ve been bad, very bad!”

Draco preened. Finally someone that recognizes my beauty and my species. What a smart girl!

The dog appeared to be chastised by the girl and rushed away, or maybe his owner was calling him.

“Alice, where did you go to?” A woman rushed towards them, clutching her bag and a small muggle device. “The royals are coming this way. I want to--“

The woman, presumably Alice’s mother, frowned at Draco. “What are you doing with this animal?”

Alice scuffed her trainers on the cobbled street, putting her hands behind her waist. “Mmmh.. he’s a ferret. A big girl told me to care for him until she came back. His name is Vulpix, by the way.”

Draco stared fixedly at the girl’s green eyes, pondering. Alice is brave like a Gryffindor, and rather sly like me. She’d be perfect in either house. She also looks like Harry.

The girl’s mother shook her head, smiling fondly. “Alice, I’ve told you a million times; you are obsessed by the Pokémon.”

The ferret frowned, his whiskers twitching. And I like Vulpix. It lacks the grandeur of Vulpecula, but it has potential. I’ll have to research those pokie things in the web.

The ferret nodded determinedly. If we have a girl, I’ll name her Alice Vulpix definitely. I just have to convince Harry.

The woman hefted her device and peered at it. She knelt down in front of Alice and pointed at it. “Look, they’re showing Princess Beatrice now. Isn’t she wearing a lovely hat?”

Staring fixedly at the screen, the ferret couldn’t believe his eyes. What’s the Princess doing, wearing that? Doesn’t she know it is a transfigured gate? I was in a hurry, trying to get to Harry… Harry!

Remembering his husband, Draco dashed away, to Alice’s disappointment.

oOoOo

Harry closed the door of the apartment, waddling into the living room. Where’s Draco? I wonder if Hermione’s plan will work. Viktor said his lines though he fumbled a bit. I reckon I could sense magic around us.

Harry sat on the chair in front of the table, peering at the laptop. Or maybe the hormones make me feel this. And I’m hungry again. Have to feed my little Gryffindor.

Harry patted lovingly his belly and reached to take a toffee from the dish near the laptop.

The Auror chewed, his fingers gliding across the metal surface of the computer. Wonder if Draco saw the emails? Maybe I should follow Hermione’s advice and not think so much about revenge, but pranking Draco is so much fun!

Harry gasped, feeling some strange magic coursing through his body. Bloody hell, what’s happening?

Harry felt his body shrinking; he looked at his hand incredulously. It was growing black fur and getting smaller by the second. He felt an itch in his ears and could sense them growing larger. The Auror squinted, seeing whiskers growing out of his cheeks.

Harry remembered George’s devilish grin as he walked into the dining room. He realized with dismay he’d fallen for the twins’ oldest trick. Only this time he wasn’t turning into a giant canary.

At the end of the transformation, a small furred body hid beneath Harry’s maternity robes, and only two black bunny ears peered from the collar.

The plot bunny