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If you give a Ferret a kiss, he’s going to want to distance himself. He’ll probably sneer and make fun of you in front of his friends, even as you see the blush crawl up his neck.If he makes fun of you in front of his friends, you’ll roll your eyes at the prat and walk away.But if you walk away, the Ferret is going to be distracted by the sway of your skirt.If he watches the sway of your skirt, he might catch a glimpse of your thighs above your knee socks.And if the Ferret catches a glimpse of your thighs, he’s going to imagine them wrapped around his head, pressing that pointy nose and that mean little mouth where they’d do both of you a lot more good.And if he imagines pressing his mouth to your cunt, he’s going to dream that night about you riding his face, about you bossing him around and giving him House points for making you come.If the Ferret dreams of earning House Points for his oral aptitude, he’s going to wake up hard as a rock, longing to taste you in real life.Of course he’ll try to fight it. He’ll crunch fresh green apples in the Great Hall. He’ll slurp up the tart sweet juice and pretend he doesn't wish it was you on his fingers.And if the Ferret eats apples in the Great Hall, he’ll be there to see you eating your toffee pudding, your tongue wrapping around the spoon to get every bite. He’ll edge closer and probably hear that happy little moan you make when you really love your dessert.And if the Ferret hears that little moan, it will echo in his head, all through Potions and Divination and History of Magic.And if the Ferret is still thinking of your mouth on that spoon and the sounds you made in the unutterably dull History of Magic, there will be nothing to distract his cock. He’ll swell right there in class. He’ll have to shift in his seat, trying to hide it. But if he keeps shifting, his sensitive head will drag against the cloth and he’ll hiss at how good it feels. But if the Ferret makes noise, you’ll hear him, turn toward him. He’ll catch you staring at him, your eyes knowing. He’ll be so flustered he will knock his quill and inkpot over, the ink spilling over his lap and the quill rolling down the aisle, to stop at your feet. You’ll pick up the quill. You ought to give it back … but maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll smirk and brush the quill against your bottom lip as you watch him flush with mortification and desire. Of course, if the Ferret sees you with his quill in your mouth and his ink drenching his lap, he’ll be forced to leave class, to run for the loo, to shove the stall door open with one hand and his fly open with the other, desperate to have himself off to the thought of you.And if the Ferret comes like the Hogwarts Express in the boys’ loo, he’ll have to hide against the wall, panting, while a pack of bloody Third Years pile in, goofing off and talking smack in the stalls around him. As he listens to them, the Ferret might think of his own Third Year, of the white hot pain of your open palm flaring across his cheek. Because he was a prat, and you put him in his place. Like you do. Like you always do.He’ll think of every time he’s tried to hate you, dismiss you, ignore you, and how it only makes him want you more. He keeps cutting off his own pointy little nose to spite his Ferrety face.Then the Ferret will realize how utterly fucked he is.The Ferret might panic a little. He’ll drag his fingers through his white-blond fur and ruin all his careful styling. He’ll pull at his tie, trying to get air. He’ll decide to hide in the stalls until he can get his breath back and figure out what to do.But if the Ferret waits in the boys’ loo stall too long, Moaning Myrtle will pop up. She’ll coo and giggle at his un-Scourgified robes and the Ferret will wonder if the dead girl just watched his masturbatory spiraling. He will totally lose it and dash out of the loo.When the Ferret barrels out of the loo, hair wild, cheeks burning and robes askew, he will plow straight into Professor McGonagall on her way to the afternoon Transfiguration class. She will look over her glasses at him and he will wish he was the kind of Ferret that could scamper behind a tapestry and hide. Professor McGonagall will take 20 points from Slytherin for being out of uniform and in a “state of deshabille.” Of course, if the Ferret loses House Points, he has to do something to recover them, doesn’t he? He’ll need to find you, the Head Girl, drag you into a tapestry-covered alcove, and ask for help. Tell you how sorry he is and beg forgiveness with his knees on the hard stone and his head under your skirt. Licking and sucking and nuzzling until your eyes roll back and you come shaking against the wall and all is forgiven. And when you see the Ferret look up at you, with his cheeks red and his mouth swollen and his eyes grateful and bright …… you’re going to want to give him a kiss.