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Draco was depressed.
His life was officially over. Done for. On the fucking floor for the poor to pick apart.
He didn't wanna marry Astoria either, but damn it, did she really have to be a bitch about it and curse him to look like a fucking ferret, of all things?! How did she even learn that spell?! Shaking his head, he curled sadly in the corner of his big ass room. How humiliating. Couldn't she at least turn him into something cool like a ferocious beast with horns and dagger-like teeth? Now he was bitchless and looked like a soft ball of fur! Couldn't she pick just one?! Why not turn him into a cat?! Girls loved cats, after all. He wouldn't have complained at having to spend the rest of his life curled up in a pretty woman's lap and napping all day, after all.
But noooooooo. He had to be turned into a fucking ferret. And only during nighttime at that! The shame! The dishonour!
His pride was on the floor (which looked squeaky clean after his new house elf appeared from France. What was his name? Beignets? Baguette? Croissant? Eh... it didn't really matter. Draco didn't really speak to him either way because he smelled like cheese and wine).
Why did he always smell like cheese and wine?
Now he was hungry.
But how could he eat with paws?!
There was no way he'd bend over and eat out of a bowl. If he did that... then he might actually die. What would be the point of living afterward?! Oh...
Why?! Why a ferret?! Did that bitch Daphne tell her about the incident with that idiot of a professor?
Draco slowly got up, looking at himself in the mirror. A depressed, fat ferret. That's what stared back at him. Normally he'd be searching for a cure or something of the sort, but his mother was one step ahead. She found out that the curse could only be broken by love's true kiss, and all his hope died like the delicate flicker of a flame. Nobody loved him.
Why would they? He'd been the school's bully for all his life, laughing at everyone and everything, disgust permanently carved into his features. Everything was beneath him from his perspective (which was true, but now it came back to bite him in the ass). He'd be cursed to live as a ferret during night time forever! No more balls! No more Slytherin parties! Just... ferret!
Draco fainted dramatically on the floor out of dehydration (he forgot to drink water).