Draco glared at the screen of this laptoppy thingy. No matter what he typed, the dratted thing came up with the same response. Bloody Harry, he's obviously charmed this!

He was running out of time. Tomorrow was Valentine's day, and he'd forgotten to buy a present for Harry - his pregnant, easily angered husband. In despair, Draco turned to the muggle technology Harry praised so much, but it turned out that apparently the scion of the Marauders wanted something special from him, a thing only Draco could provide.

After casting a hurried Tempus, and realising he was running out of time, the blond typed again 'This valentine's day…'Without his moving a finger, instantly a list appeared out of nowhere! Draco scowled at the second item, brushing the letters on the screen with his fingers: say it with ferrets…

Heaving a defeated sigh - and remembering the last time the brunet was mad at him and cursed him with zebra ears - Draco pushed away the bothersome muggle puter of Harry's, wiping his sweaty forehead.

Harry opened the door of his apartment and waddled inside. Hopefully Draco would not be angry that he'd forgotten to buy a present for him. After all, he couldn't Apparate. The brunet scowled when he saw his laptop was turned on. Is Draco surfing for porn, again?

But then he smiled when he saw a small white shape. His Animagus husband turned his head and looked at Harry with beady eyes, wriggling - apparently the Slytherin green silk cord wrapped cutely around his furry neck itched. The ferret's whiskers moved as he attempted to smile - or smirk.

The white ferret put his front paws on the chair, motioning with his snout to the left. Harry ambled towards the bedroom. Seemingly impatient with his husband's slow progress, the ferret started hopping sideways excitedly, moving his head from side to side and dooking softly. The ferret darted towards the bed, tripping on his forelegs. He fell to the floor and hit his nose on the carpet.

Amused at his husband's antics, Harry shook his head. Draco didn't want to believe me when I told him about the Weasel war dance. Glared at me all day. Finally told him to look it up on Google. Now he googles everything, even potions! I reckon this is convenient, though.

Harry sat on the bed and with a wave of his hand, vanished his clothes wandlessly. Harry had a fantasy. Growing up with the Dursleys deprived him of the chance to own a plushie. But now he wanted something more sensual. Draco being a ferret Animagus really came handy sometimes, though Draco was reluctant to fulfil his dreams. Probably has to do with his parents' penetrating questions. Ever since that house-elf, Trikkie, found my furry pink handcuffs and gave them to Narcissa, she and Lucius want to know more about our sex life. Snoopy purebloods can't think for themselves!

Because of Harry's pregnancy, Draco was more careful with him than ever, and it drove the brunet nuts - he had to do something. Propped on his elbows, Harry looked at the ferret with a come-hither look; the sight of his husband's lustful and loving eyes - in whatever form he took - quickly making him hard.

Harry glanced quickly at the Floo, frowning. Hope Mione and Ron don't come barging in - on the other hand, Mione is always complaining about their sex life. This could give Ron some ideas.

The ferret jumped on Harry's midsection, careful not to land too hard on his protruding belly. Draco started frotting against Harry. The small weight of the ferret, his soft, delicate fur on Harry's sensitive belly felt wonderful. The ferret frantically jerked back and forth and Harry moaned at the delicious friction on his cock, trapped in the warmth and tightness of the ferret's silky fur.

Harry's grunts and Draco's dooking were the only sounds heard in the bedroom. When Draco put his front paws on Harry's sensitive nipples, the contrasting sensations of his soft pads and the sharp claws drove the pregnant man mad. Harry gazed lovingly at his ferret's beady grey eyes and his whiskers, shaking with his lusty efforts.

Draco's slim pink tongue lapped at Harry's sensitive spot on his neck. Wily ferret! thought Harry fondly as he came with a shout.

Draco looked sharply at Harry, directing his snout towards his sticky, wet fur as his whiskers twitched disgustedly. Harry pretended to fall asleep as he watched his ferret from behind lowered eyelashes. The ferret dooked angrily and bit softly Harry's neck, until the brunet dried his fur wandlessly.

Afterwards the ferret transformed into Draco, who snuggled behind Harry, carefully touching his belly. Harry grabbed Draco's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Did you come?"

Draco mumbled against Harry's tousled hair, "Yes. Didn't think I would. Must google the sex life of ferrets."

The blond whispered, "You didn't tamper with your moptop, did you?"

Alarmed, Harry touched his hair. What is Draco talking about? Then he smiled, realising what the blond meant. He whispered indignantly, "Course not, who do you take me for? Fred or George?"

Draco yawned, being a ferret was tiring business. "Thought I'd ask, bloody suspicious behaviour of that…."

When he heard Draco's soft snores, Harry lifted their joined hands to his lips and kissed Draco's knuckles. Then he looked towards the green lights of the wireless router that sat on the dresser next to their bed. With a careless movement of his hand, he undid the charm that substituted Google's dropdown list with his carefully prepared one.

Harry smirked whilst he put Draco's soft hand under his cheek. Bloody Sorting Hat was right; I could've been a great Slytherin. What will I give Draco for Valentine's Day, though? Maybe I'll cast another charm, directing him to that boutique with the robes I want?