Hiya, Broskies! Here's Chapter TWO, because I'm so freakin' awesome. HUZZAH :D!

Again, if you haven't realized yet, THIS IS SLASH. As in, "Wow, Harry, guess I never noticed your ass. Let's go put my dick in it." ONLY, not as graphic :)!

Again, trying to update every week or so, though I've been updating super quickly lately. Don't get your hopes up, I'll get lazy eventually. I'm sorry if this chapter isn't up to standards. CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE GOING TO BE OOC. I think it'd be more fun if Draco was a little more laid back, and if Neville was a spazzy in-the-closet ginormo.

Word Count (Not including AN): 2'023. THAT'S STILL PATHETIC... BUT NOT AS MUCH SO :D!

Disclaimer: Your hair stand on end When you're scared because muscles pull them up to make you look bigger.

STEPHEN! PROCEED!

Harry jumped as a loud laughing sound reached his ears, the limbs sticking straight out as he wheeled around nervously to see who'd caught him. When he met the sight of a laughing blond, his eyes narrowed, though the effect was lost, as the curtain strings were still tangled on his antlers. Pomphrey came bustling out of her office and almost dropped the potion she'd gotten for Draco, fixing Harry with a stern look.

"Mr. Potter, you were told to stay in bed. What in Merlin's name are you doing to that curtain?"

This made Draco laugh harder, to the point of trying to keep it in by pursing his lips and blowing spit. After a moment he regained the ability to breathe, but not without a few snorts toward a tomato-red Boy-Who-Lived.

"Sorry, Madame Pomphrey. I was using the loo." Poppy just sighed and shooed Harry back into bed, he and Draco staring each other off. Draco couldn't help but stare at the twitching black ears on his rival's head, unbothered by the harsh green doe eyes burning through his flesh. He was forced to turn away as he gulped down the potion, suppressing a grimace.

"That stuff's all the more vile every time I take it." He let his tongue loll out of his mouth as he tried to ignore the flavor, once again glancing at the droopy buck ears Potter sported, which were now flattened back in what he assumed to be irritation.

"Quit staring."

Draco's cool grey eyes flickered to Harry's, shining with amusement, "Why? A bit self conscious about the new limbs? You needn't be, they make you look adorable."

Harry gaped at the Slytherin, before the flush in his face became to prominent and he had to look away. Draco smirked at the reaction, turning back in time to catch a distracted Madame Pomphrey telling him to be more careful, and not to curse second years. Draco didn't agree so straightforwardly and stood to leave, glancing back at a sulking Potter.

"How long are you stuck in this sterile hell?" Draco raised his brow when Harry did nothing but tilt his head, and waited for the brunet to answer.

"Why do you care, Malfoy?" Harry sneered. Draco just shrugged.

"Never said I did. So? When is it?"

"...I'll be back in class tomorrow," Harry answered timidly. His flush still hadn't gone and he'd resorted to staring at his fidgeting hands instead of at Draco. The Ice Prince found this too cute for so many words, but said nothing as he turned his back to the freak and stalked out of the infirmary.

Ron sighed dramatically and let his face flop onto his desk, uncaring, apparently, of the ink he'd spilled in the process. Hermione 'eep'd and tore her own parchment out of harm's way, glaring at the clumsy redhead.

"I'm bored. When's Harry getting back?" Hermione rolled her eyes and continued writing, but Ron wasn't letting up, "Hermione, come on! Why don't we go see him? He must be lonely."

"He's fine, Ron, and we'll see him tomorrow. Dumbledore said he'd be back in class by lunch."

"Nonsense!" Ron slammed his hands on the table and stood, startling most of the Gryffindors in the common room. Hermione jumped a little, and then resumed glaring at her boyfriend, "We need to go comfort him in this delicate time in his life! We're coming, Harry!"

Before Ron could run off, Hermione had grabbed him by the collar and pulled back down beside her, huffing, "Ronald, honestly, I don't think you're what Harry needs right now... no offense," She grimaced guiltily at the hurt look on Ron's ink smudged face, "Not that he wouldn't appreciate your company... I just think we should let him sort out what he needs to sort out, by himself."

"But..." Ron's lower lip twitched, "We've never left him alone before. What if he's dead! Oh, Merlin! What if he's blue?" Ron pulled his hair, looking at Hermione worriedly, "I don't think I could handle it if he were blue, 'Mione!"

"And you say I need to sort out my priorities. Good grief, Ron," With that, Hermione went back to her essay, ignoring Ron. The redhead let out a wail and buried his face in his hands, ignoring the stares of him befuddled, yet unsurprised, house mates. Neville sat off to the side of two thirds of the trio, worrying as he listened to Ron's crack theories. What if he'd turned Harry blue? Or into a fish? Or into a girl! Girl!Harry was a frightening concept, and Neville almost couldn't take it.

Garnering no attention as he stood and, for once, being grateful he was such a nobody, Neville made his way out of the portrait hole and straight toward the hospital wing.

'What if I did something terrible? I wonder what my animagus is? I mean... that has some effect as to what he is, doesn't it?' Neville sighed, hanging his head, 'I knew I should have let him do it. I mess everything up, don't I.'

He saw the large double doors that led to his doom and gulped loudly around the lump in his throat. He startled as a smirking Draco came through the doors, and for a moment Neville thought he was going to have to run away. Standing stock still, watching the other boy come closer, Neville was surprised and slightly concerned when all the pureblood did was smirk nastily in his direction and spit his last name at his feet.

'Wonder what he's so happy about?'

Shrugging off the weird experience, because it was weird as hell, he walked timidly closer to the door. 'Be brave, Neville. Whatever Harry is, he's still Harry, and hopefully hasn't developed any homocidal or sadistic tendencies. Oh, Hamburgers! What if that's why Draco was so happy? What if they're taking over the world together! OH GOD. What if Harry is having his babies! ?"

Now sweating, Neville opened the hospital doors prepared for the worst, and was surprised beyond relief when he saw what he thought was the cutest and most disturbing thing he'd ever seen.

Harry sat there, curled in on himself, in his little sweater vest and slacks, blushing like a radish and hiding his mouth in his knees. His eyes rose as Neville came in, and almost immediately, the savior was up on his feet. Neville was still in shock because Harry has antlers and Oh Merlin, is that a tail?

"N-Neville! What are you doing here? Are you alright?" The Chosen One began looking the tall boy over, which proved difficult, seeing as Harry only just reached Neville's pectorals. Neville stood stock still, and finally remembered to breathe.

"Harry? Oh, M-Merlin... I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- I mean, you didn't have to... I didn't want this to happen!" The taller boy crouched down to look eye to eye at his friend, his attention flickering, for a moment, to the erect deer ears on his friend's head, which were sticking straight out.

"Wh- No, Neville, this was completely my doing. You have nothing to be sorry about," Harry smiled, and Neville just about started crying, the poor boy.

"But, it was my blood, this is my animagus... I'm a deer? That's so weird, I'm so sorry!" Neville almost wailed, putting large hands on Harry's delicate shoulders. Harry, quite calmly, considering Neville's heart attack, put small hands over Neville's, and grabbed the boy's attention with his eyes.

"Neville, it's completely alright. I feel fine, and it'll be no time before Snape has the counter-potion. In the meantime, I'll just have a few more appendages," Harry grinned and gave a little mock salute, and Neville's shoulders relaxed exponentially. He let out a large breath, knowing that Snape was making a cure, and hugged the smaller Gryffindor.

'Harry isn't blue! Or dead! How awesome is that! And he looks so tiny and cute with those ears- Oh God, Down Neville. Harry doesn't swing that way and you're a tweed. Just back away from the savior and pretend you have to poop! No, wait! Tell him you have HoM homework! ...Your excuses are getting lamer... And you're talking to yourself. Wonderful.'

"I'm so glad you aren't dead!"

Harry perked an eyebrow, his ears flattening against his head, "I'm glad I'm not dead, too, Nev. Are you okay? You kind of spaced out for a second."

"What? Oh, yeah, well, I have a headache, so it's hard to... Are you sure you're okay? I mean, has anything been blue recently?" Neville's eyes trailed down the smaller boy's neck, faintly noticing the fawn spots littering his friend. He gulped and met Harry's eyes again. The other boy was looking at him like he was insane.

"No, Neville, nothing's been blue... Why on Earth would it be?"

"No reason, nothing, just something Ron said. I should probably go..." Neville's face was getting hotter and hotter, and of course, Harry probably noticed. Without waiting for a reply, he turned on his heel and walked stiffly from the room, leaving Harry to wonder what the hell just happened.

'Nice, Neville. Now Harry thinks you're a freak.'

It was at dinner that night when Dumbledore stood gracefully and made his old way over to his elaborate podium, only needing to clear his throat softly to garner the attention of the students. Hermione, Ron, Neville, Draco, and a few choice students all looked attentive. They knew what, or rather, who this was about.

"Students, as you may have noticed, A young Mister Potter has been absent for the course of two entire days, leaving many of you with suspicions, and questions that will be answered shortly. Before that, however, I would like to make something clear. Whatever has happened to Mister Potter, he will receive no ill will toward himself because of it. These are confusing circumstances, but they are not permanent. You have your esteemed Potions professor to thank for that."

Hermione and Ron shared a worried look, while Draco looked proudly at his apathetic Godfather.

"In light of recent, saddening events at last year's Tri-Wizard Tournament, we've found that, perhaps, informing you in times of worry would help promote cooperation and unity. This isn't, of course, as severe as it could be, but keep in mind over the next few weeks that all magic has consequences. Some of us are strong enough to handle them. Some of us are not. But if we stand together, we can make it through many things."

"Leave it to Dumbledore to turn this into a lecture," Ron muttered, flinching when Hermione elbowed him.

"Two days ago, in 2nd hour 5th year Potions, Harry consumed a potion with someone else's blood in it. I will not release the identity of this student, nor will I say which potion it was," This seemed sort of pointless, as Harry's entire year knew which potion and most knew which student it was. Neville sank in his seat, "The effects left Mister Potter... how shall I put it? Different. You will see how exactly at some point tomorrow. Please try to reign in your reactions, so Mister Potter can be as comfortable as possible. He has been through enough."

With those words, Dumbledore took his seat just as gracefully as he'd left it, and the whispers started.

OMG! Dumbledore's such a loser. Good thing he's dead ;D! [omgjkjk D:

Sorry it took so long to get this out- OH WAIT. IT DIDN'T. BECAUSE I'M AMAZING. ._. ALSO. Robert Downy Jr. Is such a hot mess. I want his pants. ON MY FACE. :I

Anyway, BRO. REVIEW. Or I'll cut you... into pieces. And that's my last resort P:

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