#ok but draco absolutely like it when harry speaks parseltongue.

[iamnmbr3]

Draco: Harry, come quickly. There's a snake in here.

Harry: There's a snake. In our bedroom?

Draco: Yes! I need you to get rid of it. It's an emergency.

Harry: How did it get all the way in there I wonder?

Draco: How should I know?

Harry: Couldn't you just vanish it?

Draco: No. I've...ah... *throws wand across the room* I've lost my wand.... Hurry. It looks highly venomous.

Harry: Does it? Funny how this keeps happening. You're sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you like it when I speak Parseltongue?

Draco: ...

Draco: Are you going to save me or not?

Harry *in Parseltongue*: Yes Draco. I'll save you from the terrible deadly serpent. I can't believe I married someone who brings snakes into our house. I suppose it's better than falling in love with someone convenient. I'd've been so bored.

[vivithefolle]

Do you have any head canons about Ron and Hermione’s children (Rose and Hugo)? Like what traits they inherited from each of them. Or even just a hc about what kind of dad you think Ron would be? Thanks!

Ok but: Ron would be the best fucking dad I don’t make the rules.

Though he would have issues because no one is perfect. He tends to spoil his kids a bit because he just doesn’t want them to feel neglected and Hermione you don’t understand they were so excited and they were making the face and he melted and he’s very sorry...

On the one hand he lets his kids do what they want. Absolutely no pressure or expectations. Rosie wants to take up the violin? She gets the violin lessons. She discovers she hates it? She doesn’t get the lessons anymore. He never talks about money in front of the kids. Though he doesn’t really need to because WWW is a money spinner.

But he can be overprotective. He does have experience of what it was like to live in a rough and tumble family so he doesn’t worry too much if there are little accidents like bumping a knee or falling flat on the face, but when there’s something like a bad flu or a broken bone he goes full-on mother hen mode. You sure you don’t want soup Rosie dear? Are you absolutely sure? Okay you rest then. Are you sure you’re well enough to be reading a book? You shouldn’t strain your eyes. I can read it for you if you’d like. Should I take your temperature again?

Anyway, Ron is just a dorky, doting dad who adores his children to bits and would probably spoil them continuously, luckily Hermione is there to slow him down a bit. Then he has to slow her down because she wants to buy the kids a complete set of encyclopedias because it’s educational, don’t you see-

Hi Vivi!!!!    How do you picture Rose and Hugo's personality traits and physical appearance??

As for Rose and Hugo, they also adore their dad. As teenagers they do get fed up with his coddling sometimes but they do appreciate that their dad cares so much about them.

Rose:

her hair is a touch darker than Ron’s

tall, lean, lanky

long nose and blue eyes

Quidditch fanatic, has played every position, likes being Keeper the most because that was her Dad’s position

total Daddy’s girl. well duh

bi, bi, bi

can’t resist being pedantic

but she’s pretty good at reading people and cheering them up

but sometimes she just. look. she gotta correct them if they’re wrong okay? you just can’t let people be wrong, even if they get upset??

WHY WON’T THEY UNDERSTAND SHE’S HELPING THEM

likes books but will never read them in the library. books are for reading in the sun

can and will punch a bitch

especially a bitch who annoys her little brother

only SHE has the right to annoy her little brother

(James Sirius is not allowed to annoy her little brother after The Incident. Al and Lily are allowed to annoy her little brother a tiny bit. As a treat.)

(What is The Incident? You tell me, you think I’m not making this up as I go?)

kicks ass at chess but isn’t that interested

learned how to say “Open” in Parseltongue from her Dad. turned Salazar Slytherin’s mystical lair into the Potter-Weasley kids’ hangout

marries Scorpius Malfoy. Draco Malfoy reportedly threw a fit in the privacy of his Manor. Ron Weasley however seemed curiously resigned to his daughter’s choice of husband. But surely that didn’t mean anything.

oh by the way. in an absolute power move Scorpius decided to take his wife’s name instead. the Malfoy family ends here folks. rejoice

Hugo:

has bushy, deep auburn hair, almost brown, with burgundy strands

I can’t decide if I want him to be rather small (as in smaller than Rose) like Hermione, or if he shoots up like a building like his Dad

brown eyes

isn’t too interested in Quidditch but will cheer for the Chudley Cannons. Has a childhood fear of Bludgers due to James Sirius (ok I guess I found out what was The Incident)

a Mama’s boy but Dad's cookies are superior

demisexual, doesn’t really have a preference

is the quietest among them

that doesn’t mean he won’t cheer or yell, only that he’ll do it, but quieter

actually has quite the rebel streak underneath that polite smile

the most likely to sigh whenever Rose is being pedantic

look Rosie just because you know it doesn’t mean you have to say it

also the most likely to provide additional explanations to Rosie’s corrections and make you feel even worse about your ignorance but will do so with genuine helpfulness which is kind of disarming to say the least

loves books. especially novels. and plays. he took drama classes

he was very disappointed to learn there’s no drama club at Hogwarts

(he joined the Gobstones club and turned it into his personal drama club. sometimes he also played Gobstones)

would like to know how to speak Parseltongue fluently.

good at chess but would love to play it better

fancies himself a Renaissance man. he wants to do everything. master everything. be good at everything.

sometimes he isn’t good at something fast enough for his tastes and starts crying in frustation

will cry on his sister’s shoulder and will let his sister cry on his shoulder. he’s good at just... being there for people

.............................

Ron and Hermione’s twin daughters

the question isn’t “why”, it’s “why not”

first twin girls to EVER be born in the Weasley family

bushy ginger hair. we’re talking serious carrot-top here

tiny. so tiny. once adult they hardly reach Hermione’s nose

(”Because there was two of you so you couldn’t be as tall as Rose, otherwise I’d have exploded.”)

I don’t know much else about them

I just know they exist

because in my heart of hearts it happened

they weren’t included in the Epilogue because they just weren’t relevant to Harry’s story

(what a selfish guy that Harry)

[ilovechristopheralexandershaw]

What would your ideal drarry fic be? Like, how would they get together, what tropes would be involved, what would be your ideal story line? Any squicks or triggers or things you aren't interested in? Any HC's with the two of them? :D

THIS IS THREE THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN WORDS OR SOMETHING HELP ME

Whoo boi, honey, lemme tell you, this answer gave me some s t r e s s. Tumblr, can you just...idk, have a save drafts option for asks? No?

Anyways, back to the point. Snuggle down into your blankets y’all, ‘cause this is gonna be one long post.

What would my ideal drarry fic be? Okay, siriusly, legit anything with angst. Copious amounts of angst. Drown me in the angst. I’m always willing to read an angsty fic, almost always as willing to read a fluffy fic and occasionally have an urge for smut but that’s like…every three months or so lmao. I prefer a story that isn’t based on the size of one’s cock. (Sorry if that’s a little crude). I’m fine with any length of fic, as long as it has a good story behind it and if it hopefully has some heart-wrenching moments that make me feel like I might have a soul after all. I love fics that keep their character – not too much, though – and have them arguing with each other all the time – its more real to me, and makes me laugh. I love drarry because of that, because it’s that ship that will keep their relationship, unlike idk shrek and Fiona who fall for each other and lose their old self completely. Drarry is that ship that stays intact and old and new at the same time, and that’s why I love it. 

How would they get together? I have this vision of the two getting together slowly. First it’s banter, insults, hexing, all the while having miscommunication and some serious pining because I’m an absolute sucker for that shit. As I said, angst. Hate turns to like and death threats to exasperated, witty little replies, private jokes between the two of them – a Malfoy Stinks embroidered on his robes in place of Healer Malfoy.

I love fics where there’s just that one, final leap of – I have to do it, otherwise I’ll never get another chance, I don’t care about the consequences. If it’s a kiss that gets them together, in that ‘final chance’ way, I love it when the other is too shocked, and the first person just loses all hope (I mean until like two seconds later when they’re snogging the life out of each other lmao). Basically just a slow build and all the sass 😊 

Tropes? Okay, I’m gonna admit that even though I’ve been in the fandom for a few months, I still can’t define so much, but I hope most of what I write here is legible.

I love coffeeshop Aus, I find them really cute and sweet, and a blushing Malfoy is always a bonus. Eighth year is my absolute jam, unless it’s a drinking fic in which case no thanks. I love friends to lovers or enemies to lovers – the slow build, especially if the author has timed it perfectly, is just argh, I love it. Pining has been mentioned like a hundred times already but I’m going to say it again just because. Roommates are okay, I guess, but not exactly my go-to. I do like muggle Aus, and even though I think Potter should be a teacher, I enjoy the action in an Auror Partners fic, too. Also uh..oops? This was supposed to be tropes that were involved not the tropes you like you dumb butt. That’s not what Nonny asked.

My ideal storyline for a drarry fic? Not sure if this is what you’re asking but I’m gonna go with it and if I’m wrong then I’m wrong y’know?

As I said, I like fics with pining. I love a number of storylines, but I’m just gonna choose one for this thing since it’s already almost if not over two thousand words (is anyone even reading this? Who cares, I’m having fun) okay I checked its like over 2600 help me. Also this turned out into a fic not an ideal storyline hhhhhhhh

I guess I like fics with slow-building pining, going from meeting together at work or having to work together for some reason in eighth year, or just seeing each other in eighth year. PTSD gets them together, but so does the (admittedly weaker) banter, since nobody understands either of them – the Saviour and the Ex Death Eater. The press is still going off about the war, and everyone has their own ways of coping. Soon enough, they’re friends – (ok let’s pretend this is eight year) and helping each other through the bad days. And soon enough, the insults that hit closer to home for others but not them, the inside jokes, the love of Quidditch, the homework assistance – all this time around each other turns to pining. Malf-Draco, with his white-blond hair and black turtlenecks that he kept even though that was what he wore as a Death Eater. With his now self-deprecating jokes instead of hurtful insults. With his smile, that shows his sneer lines of the past. With his blue-gray eyes. With his knowing smirk when they’ve done one of their own eighth year pranks. Even with his wonky Charms and obsession with stroking the Dark Mark and the way he stops in front of the Room of Requirement every time they pass. And Harry, with his mop of untidy hair and glasses that have had Reparo used on them who knows how many times by now? With his bright green eyes, with his surprisingly pale skin, with the way he disappears into the forest every now and then, staring at the clearing where Voldemort once thought him dead. They pine, they’re oblivious, and finally, Pansy spills it to draco, an exasperated ‘will you kiss him or not’ just as Harry rounds the corner in his invisibility cloak. ‘are you stupid. Pans? We’re just friends.’ (wow ideal storyline this is a mini fic by now what am I doing with life my math sheet is like right in front of me I should be doing that). The questions, that night, in their respective beds. And the finale, with Harry rethinking ‘we’re just friends’ in his head in the final Seeker-to-seeker game, Draco leaning in.

Finally. 

Okay, squicks. Here we go. First of all, I don’t really like fics where they speak really…I don’t know, childishly? To each other eg. too many cheesy pet names (‘Hi hun,’ he giggled, taking the offered plate), since my idea of drarry is a couple that banters all the time, not one that sits around squealing at each other. That’s the main reason I ship them, after all.

Another squick, although this just annoys me more than makes me uncomfortable, is when there’s a fic involving children where the author makes their speech like that of a baby. Five year olds and younger can make legible sentences, so it’s sometimes irritating when eight-year-old Scorpius is saying ‘dada give h-h-hoog’ if you get my drift.

Daddy kink is another thing. If you like it, good for you but personally, I- *shudders* no thanks. It’s just – okay, my dad’s like over fifty, and that’s what I imagine if I think of that. Sex with my dad? I’ll pass. Calling your boyfriend your ‘daddy’? I- no no no just no I’m sorry but no.

Okay, I’ll rephrase. Most, if not all kinks make me uncomfortable – I’ve said daddy already, Parseltongue (just any other language) is just weird to me (it’s not disgusting, I just find it kind of dubious I guess.), any sort of pet play is similar if not worse than daddy kink, choking or breath play sounds more like rape (I’m crude, handle it), lingerie is just hella weird and I don’t even want to know what tentacles are, thank you very much. I’ll stick to my vanilla sex.

Any sort of sex toy/tool use is also a squick (including painful BDSM stuff), but I’m not sure if that’s kink so I’ll just add it here.

I don’t mind OOC fics, but, again, if they’re too soft (unless it’s some sort of caring angsty oneshot e.g. most of @rose-grangerweasleyisbae ‘s ones) then they most likely don’t work with me either. 

Triggers? No, I haven’t read any fics that have triggered me in any way and I’m not sure if I have any. Most are squicks.

Fics, or tropes, I guess, that I’m not interested in would include either one being some sort of Magical Creature (although there are some exceptions – some writers make really good fics with these tropes), and by that I mean any humanoid creature such as a werewolf, vampire etc. Veela especially. Also, anything with mates. (Fun fact, in my first answer that got deleted, I wrote a headcanon fic thing with draco as a bowtruckle since I said I don’t know if that’s a squick bc I’ve never read it and decided to do it for fun)      

Dunno what this is, but I’m gonna include it as well – I also don’t like fics where their entire supposedly ‘loving’ relationship is completely based on sex. I’m okay with it if they’re supposed to be fuckbuddies at that point in the relationship, but if this is what the author is calling their ‘established relationship’, I don’t really like it. 

Any fic that loses the banter after their getting together, where their world and source of happiness is completely revolving around the other – that is also one of my disinterests. As I said, I ship drarry for the sass and banter (and angst). Not the sappy love. 

I don’t really like unhealthy relationships – I read a fic where the whole reason Draco allowed Potter to date him was because he complimented his flying skills, not because he liked him. That’s a really minor example, but basically any fic without actually liking each other or as I said, an unhealthy relationship, doesn’t take my fancy. Unless, of course, they’re fixing it. 

A fic that starts somewhere in the books, eg. third year or something, don’t normally take my fancy, but, again, there is the occasional exception that I turn out to love.

Not exactly Drarry but any poly relationships with the two of them are also a disinterest – I feel like they’re the ones for each other. Dunno if this sounds polyphobic or whatever it’s called, and it probably does, but that’s not it. I just personally don’t think Drarry need another person. Other ships, maybe. Drarry? Not for me. 

Eighth year fics that are based on drinking and drinking games also aren’t my thing (omg there’s like eight million alsos here what am i doing don’t shoot me please (ok i fixed it)). I just don’t like them. 

And fics with any sort of bonding lose my interest pretty quickly, especially sexual magic bonds. Mpreg, as well, again, I’ll read the occasional fic but most of the time I don’t really like it. 

Age difference, again, are something I find strange, and I can go on for hours but this is now around three thousand words and I should stop so y’all can go read your fics lmao.

 And um I’ll give you two headcanons as my way of apologising for the unbelievably late reply

 Harry, lying on the ground, blood dripping from a massive slash in his stomach, chest barely moving, lips slightly parted, tinged red with drying blood

Malfoy, now just a colleague, they’ve lost the schoolboy animosity, hovering over him, wand casting diagnostic spells even though he knows they’re no use – he knows the curse but he doesn’t know the exact variation – and the wrong healing spell will kill the Saviour – he can’t take that chance.

‘Scared, Malfoy?’

His head jerks up, pale eyes widening at the old question thrown back at him. Shoulders slump, his lungs heaving from all he spells he’s cast

‘Yes’ 

Idk just the idea of that final admittance – yes. Idk, just, my heart, man.

Okay headcanon 2 which is more of a fic by this point (someone help me im so bad at headcanons. Like this is all fleshed out in my head but ugh)

Eighth year holidays, Draco is sitting alone at the blazing fire in the common-room, strangely enough knitting, as he talks, friendly but quiet to a surprisingly happy Moaning Myrtle (the common room is where the old bathroom was)

Hermione Jean Granger sits down next to him and he flinches, almost expecting a slap like third year – he’s had hexes from Muggleborns who had nothing to do with the war, and here’s the Saviour’s friend – of course she’s gonna –

She pulls out a massive textbook, quill, inkpot, blotting paper and three rolls of parchmment from her bag, tucks her bushy hair behind one ear, and starts scratching away

He’s surprised, but still too nervous to ask why

It becomes a habit, her sitting there there, him as well, talking to Myrtle, doing Potions work, knitting as well

They start talking to each other, he finds out she Obliviated her parents and doesn’t want to come back just yet, even though she knows the Dark Lord’s gone

She finds out he’s too scared to go home, with all the memories

They become friends of sorts, helping each other when they can

When the holidays end, there are a few double takes, but nobody really questions it. After all, it’s Hermione, she never was too against Malfoy (nobody really saw that slap) and she’s always been a rule-follower. They assume its part of Mcgonagall’s asking for peace between Slytherins and Gryffindors

I mean, Ron does complain about her hanging about the ferret nowadays and not around her boyfriend, but he gets it. Besides, their ‘sessions’, if you will, are always when there’s Quidditch practice for Harry and Ron (they help train the younger years)

So yeah, it’s not too bad (and this isn’t Dramione I promise although I do ship it occasionally)

One day, though, she brings out a bundle of knitting herself. To his surprise, she knits a single sock and puts it in a box

He asks her why

‘For Dobby’

And he remembers. He remembers the strange little house elf, the one he loved as a kid but had no way of showing it. He remembers his father’s hatred of that elf in particular He remembers scowling at the poor thing, ranting to it – it was a way of venting, but in true Malfoy-raised fashion, he’d been so cruel to it as well, laughing as it jammed its fingers in doors, encouraging its pain.

He leaves the common room early that night

Next day, the Golden Trio isn’t there. Hermione (no longer Granger) isn’t there

He knitted a single sock that morning himself. He’d heard the story from their talks. He wanted to contribute. A way of apology, if you will. If it even counted. Today’s the day the elf passed away, and Hermione had said she put a sock in there for everyone

It’s pretty obvious where they’ve gone. He Apparates there after class, and finds the grave easily. It’s got a bundle of Conjured flowers, stems wrapped around the rock that serves as a headstone, and the box of socks is right there too. (what am I doing this is meant to be a short drarry hc and I haven’t even brought potter in yet help)

He starts crying

He spent last night remembering. Remembering how even through all the pain he caused that elf, a single smile, a single ‘thanks for listening, Dobby’ would make the elf bow and weep at his feet. He remembers how cruel he was, how the elf just…took it in his stride. He remembers losing the house elf, realising Potter had stolen something else of his. He remembers

And he lets it go. He spills all of it to a gravestone, apologies and ‘I know it won’t mean anything’ and ‘I didn’t know but that’s no excuse’ and ‘you always listened, how did you always listen?’ and ‘thank you’ and most of all ‘I’m so so sorry’ stumbling over each other as he tries to explain, to finally let it out

He’s crying and sniffling and that’s making it even harder to speak but he needs to say this, even though Dobby is dead, even though he’s apologised to so many people – this is one of the few that listened to him, and he’s treated the elf like garbage.

Tears drip onto the single sock in his hands

It’s hours later when he finishes. Well, not exactly finished, but he’s said enough that he thinks he’s explained himself and said sorry – even though it’ll never be enough. He’s cast a Light Charm (not a lumos ok it’s bigger don’t correct me) and he leans over to put the now-damp sock into the box too. A final ‘I’m so sorry’ and he stands up, turns around

And comes face to face with the Golden Trio

Hermione stares at him, then grabs him in a massive hug

Ron looks at him, slightly awkwardly but at her glare, he offers a tight smile

 And Harry? (wow how long has it taken for me to get here god) is just staring. Openmouthed. Who knew Malfoy had felt this much about a house elf?

And yeah that’s the point where he realises Malfoy isn’t that bad and then they go back to Bill and Fleur’s (Hermione explains along the way that they went back to the grave bc they saw the Charm and were in shock – was Dobby back?)

‘did you hear all of it?’

‘we heard enough, Draco’

 And when they get back to Hogwarts, well, it’s slow building at first. Potions help when Hermione’s out on a date with Ron, a butterbeer in the school kitchens on a Hogsmeade weekend when they want to hide from the public but enjoy the drink

But over time, the pining and the miscommunication and Draco getting back to his (albeit weak) banter with Potter leads to one thing. You know what it is.

Drarry

You know what I’m having fun writing trashy hcs so here’s a third (although it ain’t drarry. It ain’t any ship)

Alright so there is no hairdresser at Hogwarts or Hogsmeade or anywhere near the castle (I mean it was never mentioned in the books was it so this is possibly canon)

Therefore, most kids have to use spells

But we all know that each of us probably has a haircut that is somehow slightly different to one another, and there aren’t that many hair care spells in the world let alone known by a few teachers in Hogwarts

While some kids know exact spells, others, for example, Muggleborns, just use Diffindio

I mean, it gets their hair cut, yeah? That’s pretty much all they need

Of course, Hermione knows each and every spell but let’s not get to that

And Malfoy uses his own spell and a litre of Sleekeazy every morning

But since everyone else cuts their own hair, it looks as bad as each other

And that’s why Harry wasn’t teased too much about his hair (yes, also bc he’s the Saviour bUT STILL)

That’s why Sirius had long hair and etc.

Basically none of the kids at Hogwarts really had good hair and they all looked like Halt from Ranger’s apprentice (also this one is long as heck I could’ve just said everyone uses diffindio and there’s no hairdresser why am I like this)

[narcissusneverknewme]

drarry fic idea that I will never write because it’s trash

A year after the war ends, Malfoy is elbow deep in restoring the Manor and associated properties. He accidentally acquires a young snake, idk how but he didn’t buy it. Maybe he found it in a shed or better yet, someone left it in his desk. He’s never owned anything that wasn’t a fancy purebred but for some reason he keeps it. It’s familiar green color with a yellow underbelly, it’s scales are sort of rough, and it has a pretty smattering of black across the ridge of it’s back. And it must be sort of magical because it’s too smart and seems to like Draco far more than reptiles generally like people. 

He doesn’t know what gender the snake is but feels like it’s female for some reason. Her calls her Ceryneia. She never bites but she shows irritation in other ways.

Eventually he runs into Harry. There’s been a few more “pranks” like Ceryneia, each more serious than the one before. The last one involved some very dark magic and Auror Potter is dispatched to open an investigation. Draco realizes where he recognized the green of Ceryneia’s scales from: Harry Potter’s stupid eyes.

Partway through the most awkward and frustrating interview of Harry’s career so far, he hears Ceryneia hissing. She’s very rude.

“What’s that then?” Draco hasn’t noticed the hissing and doesn’t know what he’s talking about, so Harry has to ask, “are you aware you’ve got a snake up your sleeve?”

When Draco produces her Harry nearly has a heart attack, “you do know that’s a viper you got wrapped ‘round your arm, right??”

“...Of course I know that.”

“...”

“... ok is she venomous?”

“I have no idea.” pauses to listen as she hisses loudly, “but she is wound up. trust you to get a dangerous pet that manages to be prissier than you.” Harry looks at her amused for a minute than starts talking to her.

Draco’s pissed Harry can talk to her and he can’t, but unexpectedly finds the parseltongue thing sort of... hot? “What does she have to be wound up about?”

“She’s not a fan of mine, apparently. She must be at least a bit magical because she understood when I told you she’s venomous. I think she’d afraid you’ll get rid of her,” he squints as the hissing gets louder, “her insults put every one you’ve ever come up with to absolute shame.” he looks at Draco, dark hair falling into bright eyes, rakish and untidy despite being a ministry employee “she’s weirdly... fond of you.” More indignant hissing. Harry hisses back, almost laughing.

then lots of plot occurs and some great character/ship development. Lots of pining and realizations and even more fighting and snarky dialogue. Then, when they’re on the verge of catching a group trying to off people that were cleared of deatheater charges by the ministry, Harry disappears and Draco has to go looking for him. Ceryneia turns out to have be an illegal cross-breed between a green African bush viper and the descendant of a horned serpent. Draco finds the building Harry’s trapped in and Ceryneia tracks him like a bloodhound. They make out until Ceryn starts complaining that the building is drafty.

Then they like fight back-to-back or something while Ceryn shape-shifts into an 6-ton version of herself, starts a thunderstorm, breathes a paralytic venom into some badguy faces, and generally freaks everyone out. When she runs out of energy she shrinks to her usual size and slowly slithers up to Draco, demanding he pick her up and lay her over his shoulders for a nap. She sleeps through the last 10 minutes of the fighting curled around his throat like a scaly necklace. 

After all the necessary crap at the ministry they get released back into the wild, and go to Harry’s for celebratory drinks with Ron & Hermione. Everything’s going fine (kind of) until a snow-white ferret with clever black eyes and a little pink nose comes running up to Harry, paws clicking on the floor as he runs around Harry’s feet and tries to climb his leg. Harry plays with him a little bit as Draco stares at him. The other two stare at Draco. 

As the ferret skips off chuckling to himself, Harry looks up to see raised eyebrows. He suddenly looks uncomfortable.

“He was just.. in the shop one day,” Harry defends, “it’s not like I went in meaning to get one” Ron and Hermione are snickering in the background.

“What’s his name?”

“...”

“...”

“Thuban.”

“I’m never speaking to any of you again”

it turns out Ceryneia and Thuban actually get on, and seem to be able to communicate surprisingly well. They play tag around the house, the first time they saw the ferret chasing down the snake Draco nearly killed Thuban. Ceryn can shapeshift for a short periods at a time into a goofy-looking ferret with a vivid green coat and black-tipped hairs along her back and feet. They’ll play games and go on little trouble-making adventures trying to destroy things. The upside is that Harry doesn’t speak ferret and can’t carry on his stupid in-jokes with Draco’s pet when she’s running around and rummaging through drawers.

 * * * * *

Thuban is a star in the constellation Draco and the Ceryneian stag/hind (usually hind) was a deer with golden horns that Heracles chased for a year. It may have had it’s own constellation at one point.

I’ve seen a few Draco-with-a-snake stories but never a any ferret fics and now I want 12. also I always loved in the books when people illegally breed experimental mixes of magical creatures, it’s so dangerous and unnecessary.