Hiya Broskies... again! Here's Chapter UNO of the lovely "Through Citrus Trees", named for Harry's animalNESS and definite future gay frolicking. HUZZAH :D!
Okay, so, SLASH, this time I totally know who's gonna go romping fruitily through each other's pants, but ALL IN GOOD TIME, MINIONS.
Again, I'm trying to update every other week or so, but I couldn't help it. TWO IN ONE DAY. I'M SO AWESOME. Also, if you didn't know, more reviews mean more frequent updates.
Word count(Not including AN): 1'915. STILL PATHETIC- But whatever.
Disclaimer: The most poisonous sea fairing creature is the blue spotted octopus, currently in the world's top 5 deadliest animals :D!
STEPHEN! PROCEED!
Harry's eyes shot open as the sound of voices reached his ears. He scrambled out of bed, almost tripping as he found his balance was almost completely irregular. Looking around, he couldn't proccess where he was, nothing but panic and anxiety shooting through his mind and telling him to stay out of sight behind the large curtain he'd found.
He fought to stay perfectly still as a set of large doors opened and three people walked in, one of them sporting a sneer that set Harry on an even greater edge. He slunk back a few inches, trying to stay out of sight, the panic still making him delusional.
The three adults stopped abruptly when they saw their charge's bed was vacant, all three looking around quickly to see if they could find him. This made Harry back up a bit more, running into a bed and wincing at the screech it made as the metal moved against the floor.
The three adults stopped suddenly, all looking toward where they heard the noise. Severus signaled the other two to be still, creeping cautiously toward Harry, who was panicking even more so. Looking around, he tried to find a way out, and upon not seeing one, he whimpered.
The sound made Severus halt for a moment, curious, before he continued toward the curtain. As he reached out to pull it back, a loud bleating hit his ears, like a whining child or someone letting air out of a balloon, and a small figure scrambled out from behind the curtain, running toward the exit.
Something stung as it hit him in the back, and he lost his footing, falling down and sliding across the floor to slam into the door. Another Bleat sounded, this one terrified, and Harry found he couldn't move his limbs. He curled into himself as much as he could, and watched with large eyes as the three figures approached him.
"Harry, my boy, you must calm down. We won't hurt you," The oldest looked at him with kind blue eyes that gave a warm feeling. The other two looked at him wearily as Dumbledore reached over to Harry's head and let his hand rest on the boy's forehead, ignoring the flinch.
The soothing gesture seemed to calm Harry down enough for him to realize that he was in the hospital wing, surrounded by three very familiar faces.
"Wha- Professor Dumbledore?" Harry's face turned tomato red as he realized he'd just screamed at his headmaster. Snape looked beyond irritated at whatever was going on and Poppy just looked like she wanted to go back to bed.
"Ah, Harry. Now that you've calmed down, perhaps you'd be willing to let us explain something to you?" Dumbledore smiled his grandfatherly smile and Harry found himself nervous. Suddenly needing to escape, he looked around the room, trying to find an exit.
"You won't be running away again, Potter, If you hadn't realized, we've got you in a body bind," Snape sneered. This made Harry's nerves shoot skyward, sweat beginning to form at his hairline.
"Calm down, Harry. We need to tell you something."
Stuck.
Harry sighed as he looked down at his hands, clenching and un-clenching the familiar appendages in an attempt to distract him from the news he'd just gotten. He'd yet to look at himself, afraid of what exactly he'd see, and unwilling to confirm what his Potions professor had spat in his face.
"You drank a potion with another student's blood in it! How idiotic! I hope your comfortable with how you are right now, because it'll be weeks before I can reverse it!"
Weeks. Stuck.
Harry looked over to the table sitting beside the infirmary bed where his glasses lay. One of the upsides to his predicament was that the animagus form he'd been stuck with had respectable eyesight. He didn't need his glasses until he was normal again. Good thing, too. He didn't thing the wires would fit around his new ears.
Reaching up to grab the long things, the marveled at how soft they were. Letting his fingers run up into his hair, he hit another feature he was loath to accept.
Finally giving into his curiosity, he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood, keeping in mind that he was much more graceful than the was the day before. Peaking outside his curtain to make sure no one was around, he crept quietly to the bathroom on the other side of the infirmary.
Closing the door quietly behind him, he braced himself with a huge breath, letting a calm overtake him before he turned around, face to face with one of the cutest and most disturbing things he'd ever seen.
The first thing that caught his sight was a pair of long black ears where his old ones used to be, perked slightly to stick straight out. Atop his head a pair of small, dark, delicately curved antlers sat, only one or two tines jutting out. His nose was slick and black, flaring at his reflection. Knowing it was there, but not wanting to acknowledge it, he slowly turned his lower body to see a little black and white deer tail, twitching quickly.
'Okay, Harry... DEEP breaths.'
Walking closer, he saw tender looking white spots along the bone lines of his face, faded enough to barely be there- a sign that he was not quite matured. They continued along the back of his neck, and-when Harry lifted his shirt to see-down his back and along his pelvis. Harry didn't care to see if they went lower.
Weeks. Stuck. As a fucking deer.
His heartbeat gained tempo and he had to sit down. Morning light streamed through the bathroom windows and hit his face, warming it and calming him only slightly. Letting his eyes droop, he stared at his feet, noticing how much smaller they seemed. Maybe that was why he couldn't wear his shoes?
He was just about to drift off when he heard his stomach grumble, and realized he hadn't eaten since the day before the day before. Sighing, he debated with himself whether or not he wanted to get up, and in the end, hunger won.
Peaking out the door, he saw Madame Pomphrey treating someone behind a curtain, smiling and looking like she really cared about the person she was treating. She leaned forward to smack the student, probably because of their mouth, and scurried off to get something. Harry took a breath and tried to calculate whether or not he would make it to the door without being seen.
Draco's day, so far, had been absolutely awful.
The ruckus from the day before hadn't quite let up, not since Potter had stupidly drank Longbottom's potion. Honestly, his hero complex was going to get him killed. Though, until that wonderful day, the only think it would cause would be gossip and theories spreading about how Potter had turned into a rabbit- "Really, I saw his ears!"- or a camel- "His nose was black like a camel, it's possible!"- or a sheep- "I saw a little pair of horns start to grow!"- and honestly, they were all ridiculous. And annoying.
From the moment he'd stepping into the great hall for breakfast, it was all he heard about. Potter this, Potter that, Potter's eloped with an eagle, Potter's mad for Berty Botts, Potter sexually molested me, Potter blah blah blah!
"Hey Draco," Pansy called with a smirk as the Slytherin Prince took his seat, "Did you hear about Potter?"
Draco just about cut through his plate when that name slipped out of his stalker's mouth. He growled and threw his cutlery down, turning toward her with a sneer, "Of course I'd heard about Potter, you twit, I was there when whatever happened, happened! Can I please eat my breakfast without hearing about that lime-lighting freak!"
After that stunt, no one spoke a word about Harry around the Ice Prince, which was perfectly fine with him.
He went through the rest of the day with relative ease, ignoring his classmates in favor of finishing his classwork and ignoring the world. This worked until COMC, when the burly giant of a teacher they had told them they'd be observing Kelpie. He then took the class to the far side of the lake and told them;
"Don't get too close, or one'll get ya. Those Kelpies're nasty buggers, an'll do just about anythin' to get ya."
So, most of the upper years took head of the giant's warning, but, seeing as they were in a class with different years, something was bound to happen. Of course, it would happen to Draco.
He'd been, for once, doing what was instructed, when a second year had run past him looking terrified. Looking up from his notes in confusion, he turned to see a full grown kelpie raging toward him at full speed. Holding back a scream, he'd started running, and Hagrid managed to catch sight of the thing and chase it off, but not before it had bitten into the Slytherin. Draco had ended up saying every vulgar thing his mind could supply toward the second year Gryffindor, most of which he wouldn't have even said to the mudblood. But damn, that bite hurt!
His best friend, Blaise, had escorted him to the Hospital Wing. Subconsciously hoping to get a look at Potter, he'd craned his neck, only to find all of the beds empty. Grumbling to himself, he'd let himself be seated and tended to.
"How on Earth did this happened, Mr. Malfoy? Not up to any of your tricks, were you?" Poppy had asked, smiling wryly at the young boy. Draco had almost smiled back at this nice woman, but managed to retain his dour face. He heard a door open quietly, wondering who had come in.
"A second year sicked a bloody kelpie on me."
"Watch your mouth. And I'm sure it wasn't on purpose," Draco rolled his eyes, only to get smacked, "Now, I'm going to go fetch a potion, and you're going to stay right here until I get back."
Draco grumbled as Poppy scurried off to find her fix-it-up, and then heard a set of small feet scampering toward the door. He furrowed his brow when he heard a small crash, and a familiar voice cursing the daylights out of something, standing to look out of his curtain and gaping at what had to be the cutest and most disturbing thing he'd ever seen.
There Potter was, an apparent set of two point antlers tangled in a curtain string, ears drooping to his shoulders and tail twitching wildly as he tried to untangle himself. A weird bleating noise came from the savior, sounding like a call for help, and Draco couldn't help it.
He started laughing so hard.
OMG! Harry's a gay little deer! How fun :D!
I didn't want to do this fic at first, but it's grown on me. ALSO. I remembered earlier today that I used to have a crush on Gordo from Lizzie McGuire. Just sayin'.
Anyway, BRO. REVIEW. Or Draco's penis will turn into a gnome and that will upset you.
-ZucchiniBiscuits