Beauty and the Animagus

NOTE: Thanks for all the reviews so far~! I have started an internship so updating might be a little slow but I think I'm getting a good hang of the schedule so *fingers crossed*

Anyway, someone asked if I know who is the original artist of the picture which this story is based on. Well I don't T.T But if anyone has a clue... PLEASE TELL. I would love to follow the artist on tumblr/deviantart/where-ever. 3 I hope you enjoyed this update! Plot is brewing slowly. *Bubbles slowly*

Chapter 2: Herbology

It was a shaping out to be a tiresome Friday with Professor Sprout assigning them all a foot long essay in the first week of school on Mandrakes and their properties. That was just discounting all the attempts that Gaston was making to get Belle's attention during class. He was so distracting Milo secretly put a silencing charm on him which was rather hilarious since Gaston was so distraught over the loss of his voice, he excused himself rather dramatically (and voicelessly) to leave for the hospital wing before Milo and the neighbouring table could stop giggling to themselves and underdo his charm.

Gaston's original partner, Tarzan, joined Belle and Jane's table instead. Belle found his rather nice though surprisingly quiet (perhaps compared to Gaston's overbearing presence). Jane on the other hand, was probably a little more disconcerted by the presence of their new rather muscular partner and seemed even clumsier than before.

'Jane you really ought to be more careful!' Belle exclaimed just as Jane turned and bumped into the mortar on the table which would have landed with yet other resounding crash had Tarzan not caught it in time.

'Oh! Oh dear. So sorry! And… ehm… thanks. Again.' Jane stuttered and apologised with an embarrassed look on her already blushing face. Tarzan just smiled and leaned in close to put the mortar back on the table. Belle standing on the other side of the table attempting to sketch her puffapodsimply shook her head with hid a small smile as she bent over to finish her sketch.

Jane who was previously slightly mesmerized by Tarzan's blue eyes, suddenly registered just how close she and Tarzan were standing and was immediately flustered into taking too many steps back that she collided with a potted plant along the side of the greenhouse. She managed to catch the plant to set it right but then to her horror the plant had coiled its branches around her hand and is refusing to let go. She let out a loud gasp of horror before attempting to struggle against the creeping hold the plant was having on her.

Belle finally having completed her sketch looked up to see her friend struggling in an entangled in a mess and was rushing over to Jane was red in the face from her struggles. Before she could reach, for the first time throughout the lesson, she head Tarzan's voice.

'Jane stop struggling!' Tarzan was right behind her and placed a calming hand on Jane's back before repeating firmly to Jane to tell her to stop struggling.

'What? Are you nuts? Stop-? Umph-!' Jane obviously on the verge of panic, widen her eyes at Tarzan's apparent crazy suggestion, and kept tugging at the plant and looked to Belle with a look in need of desperate help.

Realization dawned on Belle suddenly as she warned 'Jane stop! It is the devi-'

But she was cut off with a sudden flash of bright light and heat coming from behind Jane. Tarzan was pointing his wand at the devil's snare and had been waiting for a clear shot right at the heart of the plant. Jane who had been pulling with all her might against the plant was suddenly released, and she stumbled and fell straight back into Tarzan who promptly caught her.

'Jane! Are you alright? It's the devil's snare. The more you struggle, the harder it grips! Look your sleeves are ripped and oh- you're bleeding!' Belle rushed to her side and was examining her wounds when Professor Spout, who finally noticed that the commotion was due to genuine trouble and not clumsiness, came over and gave a quick look over Jane.

'Well good thing the cuts aren't deep. I think Madam Pomphrey would be able to fix you up in a moment. I did warn the class at the beginning of lesson to stay away from the plants along the back and side of the green house. Alright, if you aren't too shocked to walk to the hospital wing, perhaps-'

'I'll do it Professor!' Belle immediately offered and gathered both Jane's and her own belongings and gingerly held Jane. Jane still seemed a little stunned and couldn't take her eyes off Tarzan as Belle led her out of class, Jane turned back several times to as though she wanted to say something to Tarzan but didn't manage to choke out the words in time.

In the hospital ward
Jane's cuts were healed in a thrice by the ever efficient Madam Pomphrey, and before they left the hospital wing Jane regained her senses and began an animated and rather dramatic recount of what happened to Belle.

'I can't believe I didn't think it was a devil's snare! I just- I just- then suddenly he was behind me, and there was light! I didn't realised the blasted plant had let go and I pulled-! And oh I can't believe he- and I didn't fall! He caught me! What I can't believe- all this time'

Jane was probably in need of a strong cup of calming tea before her sentences were coherent again thought Belle, and no prizes for who is the 'he' she'll be ranting about over the next few days. Belle chuckled slightly to herself but Jane was still busy with her monologue to have noticed.

Unnoticed by either of the girls, was Gaston just around the corner of the hospital wing when he heard their familiar voices. He overheard Jane's rather jumbled recollection of events and was rather infuriated to hear someone else's great deed being discussed, although he hasn't figured who he was.

'SO who is this he you both are talking about?' demanded Gaston and he strided down towards them.

'Why, Tarzan of course!' Jane frowned at Gaston and his sudden presence. Belle rolled her eyes in irritation and would have tugged Jane along and away but Gaston dogged their heels.

'Tarzan you say? That bloke isn't much of a talker or of any useful.' Gaston said with much distain in an attempt to dissuade any further comment on anyone else but him. Before he could launch into his recall of how his wonderful voice was back Belle cut in.

'Well, he was of great help! And I like him a lot better than you. He saved Jane! Now, please go away, we have another class to get to.' With that, both Jane and Belle sent reproving glares at Gaston before making their way back to Ravenclaw's common room to gather their Transfiguration things.

Gaston however, was deep in thought. A very rare event but Belle's rather heated defense of Tarzan gave him… an idea. 'Well if I saved Belle, now she'd definitely like me better.' Gaston thought out loud and a sly grin crept onto his face.