Warning: Full credit to JKR. Sorry this is late, went to Taco Bell and lost all track of time… I'll fix spelling and grammar errors when I feel like it. Which won't be anytime soon. I'll sure you'll figure out what I meant. I trust in in you intelligence… (that's a little ass kissing so you leave a good review)

Bump in the Night

Chapter 5 No Harry really run…

By WittchWay

"Run Harry run," Snape bellowed, instantly regretting his action.

The noise seemed to wake quite a few of the students, and several more students that previously had little interest in the going on's stood now as well. Others were pulling their wands, more still were winding their way through the crowd. Several were disposing themselves of their clothing.

Snape panicked, he felt like the only sane one in the lot. Mind you he usually felt that way. He knew he was going to have a riot on his hands if he didn't get Potter out of here soon.

Potter turned to look at him, a cross between fear and one of desire etched upon his face. Snape knew this day was going to lead to bad things... he just might see something he would regret. He did not like to think of his students in any type of sexual way... at least in group activities… not that he didn't fantasize about his students after all how could you not look at Potter pleasant backside or take a gander at Malfoy's slender hips, or how the Zabini boys shoulder curved into his neck so gracefully…

…Back to the situation at hand.

"Go... hide." Snape said with more force, barely masking his feelings.

Potter was about to be in serious danger; breakfast was about to be in full swing, more students would arrive, the professors would descend from their hiding places. Snape knew he could not witness another round of Dumbledore getting off on touching Potters "backside"… not to mention something was stirring in his own body, a prickly longing feeling.

"RUN," screamed Snape, Harry gave a start, he had never seen panic like this in his professor.

Harry glanced once more at Snape, The remains of his pants dangling down around his ankles. He was torn, he didn't know what to do…. Listen to Snape and run or turn and start nuzzling the neck of the pretties boy and girl or perhaps even Snape.

Harry pivoted in his spot, whimpering. His tail tingling like mad… gasping Harry did as he was told and ran.

Moments later bursting through the doors of the great hall, his tail swinging wildly behind him.

But the entrance way was filled with more students: coming from the dungeons, the basement off to the left and descending the main staircase. Harry veered away from them, not wanting to stop he did the only sensible thing he could think of …he ran for the front doors of the castle.

Bursting out onto the front lawns of the school, Harry continued to run, though he had no idea where he was going. But as he ran he noticed he was running a little faster than his normal speed, he had always been a good runner, what with Harry hunting and all, but this speed, this agility was uncanny. With swish of his tale he could turned on a knut, another flick he moved with such dexterity that it scared him a little. What was he? What had happened to him? Was he poisoned, tampered with, was it hereditary?

He didn't have time to think about it, he had to find a hiding spot, he had to find cover, his only hope at his moment being professor Snape, at least he thought so, Snape seemed the only one left with a brain in his head. And Snape had always saved him before.

ssHPss

Harry ignored the mist that had come in the over night hours but had yet to burn off with the rising sun. he slowed in his pace, jogging through groups of low lying clouds, leaving him chilled to the bones, his robes damp feeling. He had little idea of where he was going, the school grounds were huge, littered with hiding places and even more dangerous places not to hide. Like the place he was headed now.

Harry slowed to a fast walk as he neared Hagrid's hut and the giant pumpkin patch out back. Hagrids seemed like the most reasonable of places to hide but turned suddenly, what if it affected Hagrid or Fangs… though little seemed to penetrate the giant what with his tough troll skin, he had witness on many occasions spells bounce right off the man. Though if this had an effect on the man…It would be unlikely that Harry would be able to fight him off or reason with him for that matter… needless to say he wasn't sure how his own body would betray him. Since this started he found everything appealing… suits of armor in the halls, most of the Slytherins, the curtains hanging around his bed. It there was a possibility for friction his body was happy.

Harry jogged passed Hagrid's making his way toward the greenhouses on the side of the school.

Harry grimaced as he headed toward the greenhouses in their neat little row. He could only see the tops of them as the fog was so thick, but that wasn't what was bothering him, he had never noticed how close the greenhouses were to the forbidden forest before.

His eyes scanned the edge of the forest, the woods were a definite no on his part. At this stage he had to distance himself from anything that might be tempted by him. He just had to find a nice place to hide out for a while. Some place warm and dry and comfortable.

As he neared the greenhouses he noticed the lights were on in greenhouse #1. There seemed to be a slight flicker of movement within the glass structure. He could only assume it was professor Sprout who as usual had no knowledge of the chaos that was ensuing at the school.

Harry watched her dark shadow move back and forth through the structure, he could only guess she was preparing for a class in that greenhouse. So Harry moved toward greenhouse # 3, there was a storage cupboard in back that would make a good hiding spot, he had gotten the feeling on more than one occasion there was a spot in back where professor Sprout slept to be near her favorite plants.

Harry moved swiftly toward the door, gave a small tap with his fingernail just incase it was occupied, waited for any type of sign he was not welcomed and opened the door… but as Harry opened the door to #3 and stepped through he knew it had been a mistake.

#3 is where the mandrakes had been kept his second year and apparently several were still. He had never imagined that they were still at the school. The students had never worked with the mandrakes again passed that year. Not to mention he had been inside #3 for class since then and he had never seem them on any of those occasions.

Harry nodded at several of them, they were no longer teenagers moving from one pot to another, they were now adults, large adults about the size of a medium size dog.

Several of them eyed him suspiciously, the green leaves on their heads moving as if a breeze was blowing in the building. Though there was none.

Harry took step back toward the door, his heart beating fast in his chest, all he could remember from Herbology class was that the cry of an adult Mandrake could kill. He had to get out of there with out startling them and causing them to cry out.

Harry inched slowly back, his hand slipping slowly into his robes, his fingertips searching for his wand…frustrated Harry's tail flicking back and forth. With a heavy sigh Harry realized his wand was in his school bag in the great hall. He could hear it now… the salty tones of Snape bellowing run Harry run. He had to get out of there and quick. His tail was tingling madly, it started giving these extra little flicks at the thought of Snape.

Harry's tail gave another sway, a swish, its length picking up speed, back and forth it moved faster and faster, Harry hummed, a low, primal growl in his throat. He flexed his fists slowly at his side, startled his tail gave a spiral movement and slammed right into several empty clay pots that had been stacked along the wall.

Thinking he had been attacked Harry jumped back from the wall right into several of the largest adult mandrakes. The very things he had been trying to avoid.

He had little chance of fighting them off, rather smallish hands were pulling on him, touching his tail, he was suddenly aware that there were a lot more of them than he had originally thought. More were climbing out of their pots, several were distinctively male and female looking, he had never noticed such things on plants before.

And then he felt it, his own body twitching. His tail pulsating moving wildly.

Harry couldn't ignore the feel as their tiny arms pulled at him, the plant part of their head seemed more alive, tentacles shot out grabbing at him as well, Harry knew he was in trouble least one of them let out a cry but no sooner had the thought crossed his mind that a small shriek was let loose coming from the left of him. Harry closed his eyes ready to die or faint at the very least. Letting himself go slack as he slide to the floor.

Harry lay very still, he thought he could still feel the stubby fingers of mandrakes, could still feel the smell of dirt surrounding him, the press of their cold flesh upon his exposed legs.

Harry twisted his face up that didn't seem quite right, with a shuddered gasp he opened one eye, and drew back, a very disheveled professor Sprout leaned over him, the front of her robes opened, her ample bosom nearly filling out of the white flowing blouse beneath, "Hi Harry." her voice was throaty and smooth.

Harry let out a cry and attempted to scramble to his feet, only Sprout was sitting on his legs. He could do little more than just sit up, but as he did so he realized he was just to close to professor.

"I heard you knock over the pots dear, is everything okay?"

"Err." Harry commented, he wanted to say not really, this whole day had gone to hell; sleepless night, his ass being groped by perverse professors, his own body betraying him and being turned on by anything that moved including plants though he wasn't about to admit that.

"Are my dear Mandrakes giving you a hard time?" she shot them a nasty look.

"Professor, I'm losing feeling in my legs."

Sprout smiled, "As long as you don't lose feeling in the important bits."

Harry retched, he wanted to cry it was affecting her to.

"Oh dear, are you sick let mummy help you." she cooed pulling Harry forward, burying his face in her cleavage.

Heat radiated off the women's body, a sweaty smell of earth and fertilizer.

Harry tried not to panic as Sprout stroked his back, her fingers caressing the unside of his tale. Her fingers twirling around the stem of where the buttocks met tail, it was all very erotic, very thrilling to the touch. It sent something electrifying through his body.

Her fingers made his body scream for touches, for the feel of hands on him. Stubby fingers stroked his tail, up and down.

Harry was half tempted to just lay back take what she could give. The pleasure that she would make his body feel. But he could still hear Snape telling him to run, run hide…. But this was good to.

She gave a taunt pull on his tail, Harry was sure he would lose himself in the feel if he didn't get out of there.

But he couldn't will his body to move. He simple leaned back resting on his elbows, shutting his eyes, fingers touched his lips, his chest…

But they stopped as soon as they started, Harry reopened his eyes only to see professor Sprout held her wand rigid before her, a dark, jealous gleam in her eyes. Following her line of sight, Harry saw for the first time a small army of mandrakes, each out of their pots, each with there mouth partially open as if preparing to let lose a horrible deadly shriek. Several of the small creatures had small hand trowels and other gardening tools raised above their heads. They were ready to attack.

Sprout stood, pulling on Harry to stand as well. Feeling the blood rush back to his numb legs, Sprout guided him behind her for safe keeping. Her hand never leaving his body,

Upon standing Harry's mind cleared somewhat, he had left one dangerous situation in the great hall for another out in the greenhouses.

Moving closer to the door, only Sprout held tight to the front of his robes.

Harry kept moving still. His back against the door, slipping his hands behind his back he pressed on the doorknob hopping it would open quietly.

It did not.

Sprout looked nastily over her shoulder, attempting to pull him forward with one hand and hold her wand at the ready with the other.

Harry rocked on the heels of his boots, testing his leverage. He had very little.

"Stop it Harry… I'll be done with them in a moment…" she looked back at her wild, stalking plants… plants she usually cared a great deal about, plants she was now ready to blast to pieces if it meant she could actually get a piece.

Harry didn't wait with all the strength he could muster he gave great shove to his professor. Sprout shrieked as she stumbled forward, now griping Harry's robe for balance, but Harry rocked back quickly again and then forward once more, jerking Sprout in every direction.

This time it worked she was falling, letting go over his robe, her arms flaying in every directions, her wand giving off yellow sparks, landing on several of the mandrakes, Harry didn't wait around for the burst of anger from Sprout or from the Mandrakes. He clapped his hands over his ears and was ran out the door.

Running like he should have to start with.

Harry ran, ran until he realized he had no idea where he was going.

The sun had risen, the mist of the morning had evaporated. It was now midmorning, somewhere within the castle he could only assume life had continued. Classes had continued, people were studying, the first care of magical creatures class of the day was about to begin off in the distance.

Harry curiously eyed the 4th year Hufflepuff/ Ravenclaw as they make their way across the lawn toward the greenhouses. Knowing he had to stay away from all live, breathing objects, at least he hoped breathing. If he had to defend himself against the ghost of Hogwarts he didn't know what he would do…how does one fight misty cold air, Harry stopped running… shuddering…a horrid thought had just invaded his mind… peeves wasn't a ghost.

Harry veered off, scanning the edge of the trees for movement or a place to hide… but there was none.

Continuing at a slower place, Harry move toward the back of the castle, looking for a spot at the base of the castle he would be safe, a nook he could hide in, a secret door that would let him back in.

Harry trailed his hand along the stone of the castle, feeling immensely small next to it. Nearing the base of one of the towers the stone changed to a smaller brick with gray red hues in it. As Harry followed the curve of the tower there was a smallish door about the perfect size for a house-elf to get in and out. Harry crossed his finger giving the handle a firm twist, leaning into it as he did so.

Harry tumbled forward head over heals down a small incline and landed spread eagle at the feet of Professor Severus Snape.

"About time Potter,"

About time in deed, while Harry at been out "visiting" the Herbology professor, all hell had broken lose in the castle and Snape was none to pleased…that story soon… giggles evilly

To Be Continued…

Review my dear little hinkypunks for we shall get to the next chapter soon… it will have classic lines like : "Stop that Potter, you'll gnaw it right off." and "Headmaster, I advise you to keep your hands to yourself." McGonagall blushing, Mandrake lovin' and Snape snorting in mirth.

The next chapter is my favorite chapter.

Side note: spell check kept wanting to change hinkypunks to Hanky-panky… JK Rowlings you have a twisted mind.