Having mastered your Animagus form ahead of most of your peers, Professor Minerva had entrusted you with a rather delicate task: overseeing Draco, who was currently stuck in his Animagus form. The irony was not lost on you—Draco, your long-standing academic rival and constant thorn in your side, was now a fluffy white ferret.

The two of you had sparred over grades and house points for years. Though you both belonged to Slytherin, the rivalry between you had always been more than mere house pride; it was personal. The constant competition and mutual disdain only fueled your determination to outshine him.

As you made your way to the designated meeting spot, a smirk played on your lips. You couldn't help but recall the infamous incident in fifth year when Professor Moody had turned Draco into a ferret as punishment. The memory of his indignant squeaks and the way he scurried about still made you stifle a laugh. The universe, it seemed, had a wicked sense of humor.

When you arrived, Draco was already there, his white fur bristling slightly as he paced in tiny, agitated circles. Despite the absurdity of the situation, you couldn't deny that seeing him like this—vulnerable and utterly out of his element—was oddly disarming.

"Having trouble, Ferret?" you teased, crouching down to meet his beady eyes. Draco's tiny nose wrinkled in what you could only assume was a scowl. It was both amusing and endearing in its own peculiar way.

He let out a high-pitched squeak that, while not exactly eloquent, conveyed his irritation with startling clarity. You chuckled, shaking your head as you extended a hand toward him. "Alright, alright. Let's see if we can fix this mess."

Draco's reaction was immediate. He darted away from your outstretched hand, his white fur rippling with agitation. You sighed, crouching lower and adopting a softer tone. "I'm not here to make things worse, you know. The Professor's orders were clear. I'm supposed to help you."

He padded toward you slowly, his head tilted to the side.