A/N: An early update for ya (if it can be considered that at this point in our relationship)! Happy St. Patrick's Day! Tabhair 'om póg, is Éireannach mé! :D

The Next Day...

Around four in the afternoon Harry sank onto his four-poster bed with a sigh. Only to jump back up in surprise. He turned to see what he'd sat on. His eyes widened in surprise. "Ginny? What the fuck are you doing in my bed?"

"I just came to comfort you Harry."

"I don't need comforting. Get out of my room!"

"Aw but Harry..."

"Ginny, I'm not in a very good mood and can't deal with your psychotic fan-girl fantasies right now!"

"Oh come on, you know you don't mean that. You love me."

"No I don't! Now leave before I hex you!"

She sat up on her knees and crawled over to him. She rose up to look him in the eye. For fuck's sake even Ginny's taller than I am! UGH! Harry thought, disgusted. She trailed a finger down his chest, reaching for his pants. Harry's eyes widened and he shoved her away. She fell backwards off the other side of the bed. Ginny stood clumsily, then ran around the bed still trying to get to him. He pulled out his wand and mumbled a spell that drove her back and out the door. Harry followed, slamming the door behind her, locking it with the strongest spell he knew. He turned, resting his back against the wood that Ginny was still pounding on. He rubbed at his temples. This day just gets worse and worse...

While none of the students had attacked him (well, except Ginny) they'd all starred at him. Nothing Harry wasn't already used to, but today it had been a tad more disturbing. It wasn't the usual, "Oh, he's Harry Potter!" stares. These had been lust-filled, possessive. Harry shivered just thinking about it.

When he'd gone to the Great Hall for breakfast, every eye was on him. At first they were just curious, having heard rumors about what happened in Snape's classroom. Then they started to change. Because they weren't creatures, none of them were enslaved by the pheromones Harry was producing, but they were still affected. That and Harry's very sexy new look made him the center of attention. The longer he'd stayed in the room, the worse it got. Students from other houses (and even a few teachers) had moved to sit at the Gryffindor table. They'd moved closer and closer to him. Harry left the room in a hurry.

Dumbledore had followed. They'd decided that it was probably best for Harry to avoid everyone as much as possible. So from now on, when he wasn't in the Room of Requirement, he was to stay in his dorm. Seamus was the only one left besides Harry, and Harry could easily defend himself against one boy. The teachers were working on a potion that might make students immune to the pheromones. It wouldn't make Harry less attractive, but it would stop them from overreacting to his presence. The problem was, no one was as gifted in potions as Severus was, so Merlin only knew how long it would take. In the meantime, Hermione had been avoiding him so he had no one to talk to and meals were sent up to him.

His first visit to the "zoo" hadn't gone well either. Dean and Zabini, who would remain in their animal shapes until they became accustomed to the new forms according to Madam Pomfrey, were the worst behaved but the easiest to calm. Both creatures wanted him as a mate but were hesitant to attack him, given his more delicate state. However, they didn't like him going anywhere near the other enclosures, and freaked out when he did.

Dean would charge at the glass, hurting himself in the process. Zabini, was a much more troublesome kettle of fish. He tried scratching at the glass, making high-pitched noises that upset the other beasties. While they couldn't get out of the enclosures, they had discovered a way to use their powers on each other. It hadn't been pretty and he'd been forced to call in Flitwick to upgrade the security, as well as Madam Pomfrey to heal the poor thing's injuries.

He'd entered Dean's pen first. Strangely, Zabini hadn't minded this. In fact, he'd settled down with his back turned. Seeming to indicate a trust that Dean wouldn't hurt Harry or a doubt in Dean's ability to win Harry. Dean held the same contempt/trust in Zabini. Harry went so far as to lower the barrier between the two rooms. At first the two had growled at each other, taking swipes and flashing their teeth. The abrupt change in body language when Harry began humming lightly, had been startling. They sniffed each other and came to some sort of truce, settling down on either side of Harry. Although Dean would occasionally shoot Zabini a suspicious glance or two and Zabini took great pleasure in smacking Dean with his tail. Harry continued humming, stroking Dean's blue mane and Zabini's smooth fur. Eventually the two had fallen asleep. Not so much as twitching when Harry left.

He hadn't seen Neville. Dumbledore had mentioned that ashray's were nocturnal. Whether he was in the lagoon he'd been provided or sleeping somewhere else out of sight, Harry didn't know, but decided it was probably best to not bother him.

Draco had been his usual self, for the most part. Rather aggressive and very chatty. Veela are persuaders of the finest caliber. First he tried to convince Harry to enter his enclosure because he was "much better company than those damned mongrels." Harry refused, so he switched topics, going on and on about how hot it was, trying to get Harry to take off his clothes. Nothing he said was able to convince Harry to do anything, so he'd tried dancing. The Veela's dance was memorizing, some would go so far as to classify it as a form of brainwashing. When that failed as well (as the glass was especially charmed to prevent that), he'd thrown a fit, destroying the Slytherin Common Room/aviary environment he'd been provided. He must've triggered the wards for, moments later; a purplish-green gas had filled the room. Less than a minute later, the Malfoy heir had been lying in an ungraceful heap on the floor dead to the world.

Goyle had stayed close to the large oak in the center of his pen. He'd waved at Harry and shot him a few nervous glances (tree nymphs weren't known for their socializing), but otherwise hadn't payed him much attention. He seemed to prefer talking to the tree.

Ron appeared to be almost back to normal, had even apologized for what happened. Said that while he couldn't help his reaction to Harry, or more specifically the pheromones the boy was exuding, he did remember that they were friends and wanted nothing more. "I don't want you as a mate at all, no offense." Harry had reassured him, he didn't mind at all. It was one less problem for him to deal with. "That's good, that you don't mind I mean. See, I know who my real mate is." Harry had been interested to note that he'd spent a great deal of time staring at Draco.

Crabbe had been building some kind of oddly shaped ice sculpture. He said it was a statue of Harry, but Harry thought it looked more like some kind of weird cross between a troll and an aardvark. As long as he wasn't causing any trouble, Harry didn't really mind, he just hoped no one *cough* Rita Skeeter *cough* ever got a picture of it.

Snape (though Harry wasn't sure why he was surprised) had been the most disturbing. Snape had spent the whole time staring at Harry. His blood red eyes had followed him from enclosure to enclosure, not once looking away. It was unnerving. Sometimes he would mutter, "Mine…" Otherwise, he said nothing, and made no other attempt to communicate. He would lick his lips and run his hands down the glass. The gesture seemed to indicate how easy it would be for him to break out, but he never made a single attempt. Harry shivered at the memory. Dumbledore said that everything would be fine once he'd chosen his mate, but Snape's intense, ardent stare said otherwise...

A/N: I don't understand why I've become a Ron/Draco shipper. This is like my third story where they're a couple and I don't even really like them as a couple. The only thing I can figure is that subconsciously I like the unlikeliness of the pairing. *Shrugs* Idk..