That's What Happens When You Name 'Em Draco

My grandparents came to see me today. This is a rare occurrence and not one that we all look forward to. However, my dad invited them over so they came and I trudged down the stairs to say hello and then I stayed down there and participated in conversation when etiquette deemed it necessary. I'm really not a bad person, I just don't exactly enjoy the company of my grandparents. I love my grandmom on my mom's side, I talk to her all of the time. But my grandparents on my dad's side aren't exactly a part of my life; they didn't come to my sweet sixteen, they didn't go to my dad's wedding and I almost never hear from them unless we go out of our way to see them. So, it's not really my fault that I have a certain... dislike towards them. Don't get me wrong, they're my family and I'll always treat them as such, but most people that are hardly close friends can be more like family. And of course, this was the first time I'd seen them since Thanksgiving and Draco comes out (if you don't remember Draco is my ferret) a little bit after they get there. Draco enjoys feet, I don't know why he just does, I love him for it. My grandfather takes his playfulness in stride, but my grandmother gets nipped on the foot and she starts telling my little love that she's going to beat him... And then he bites her hand. Normally I would scold Draco, and I did yell "Draco Malfoy," but I just couldn't put any heart into it. So, I start to snicker to myself with my face turned away... Yes, I took a little bit of vindictive pleasure out of my baby biting my grandmother. I'm going to hell, but at least I know I raised a good boy while I was here.