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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132364 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN: I really love when people try to guess what is going through my head, and when you get close it makes me feel less like a freak. Thank you, one and all.

Her Royal Goddess: Oooh, interesting idea. I wonder, too.

butterpie: Everyone is welcome. I have one idea for a water-based creature, see if you can see it coming. As for Lucius and Draco, only a bit more and things will get clearer, but hopefully not too clear. Seamus, well let’s just see what I have him going through. I like the idea of leprechauns, and I think I’ll slip one in.

unneeded: hmmm, are Harry and Draco sibs? hmmm.

Bill560682: I think you are probably right about Colin and Dennis, but as Muggle-borns they wouldn’t really have been in a creature line. Maybe I can work something in . . .we’ll see. As for the Delacour sisters, I’ve got some special plans for them. It’s coming up, in a few chapters. I have no real plans to exact retribution on the Dursleys, especially after Dudley did such a decent job of making amends to Harry in the last book. But, your idea has merit, maybe you could write it, or put it up for adoption. Good, huh? Now, house elves, centaurs and goblins are a yes, but do we really want to go there?

Chapter Four: Chimeara

Chimeara: Breath of Fire, Oh Noble of Beasts

The Chimeara, (pronounced kI-mir-e), is not a true shape-shifter. It can mask its beast form and will change when allowed open spaces to do so. A Chimeara is a mixed beast, having the attributes of a lion, a snake and a goat.

The Chimeara is a strong creature and manifests in varied proportions, usually only partially in many wizarding families. Most often, the serpent-like tail is the trait that is displayed, and very rarely the lion and serpent are present together. It is only when the goat head, or a close proximity, is present that the ability to breathe fire is displayed.

Chimeara rarely mate for life and many would-be suiters have turned up missing or been found, in part, dead. Chimeara are sometimes known as the black widows of creature inheritances. Most Chimeara are female, and the males that have been located are usually weak and display only minute characteristics. This is thought to be because they are disposable to the stronger females.

Chimaeras are not considered protected beasts and no regulations are in place regarding them.

       Strange dreams haunted Harry’s sleep. In them, he was hunting something in a forest, sniffing leaves and branches for its scent, noting the pressed undergrowth from its passing.

       He was confident of his capturing his prey and excited by the act of tracking. The scent was getting stronger and his nostrils flared in eager anticipation. The prey was aroused.

       Harry stalked around a large boulder, crouching low to the ground. In front of him was a small clearing, surrounded by ferns and azaleas. In the center of the clearing, near a hollow tree stump, his prey rested.

       It was cream colored over most of its body, but its flanks were covered in a curly brown coat. It stood on its hind legs and while its hooves tapped on the layers of bark below the tree, its front end held onto a low brand that dangled uselessly from the remains of the tree. As Harry crept closer, it turned to scan the area behind it and Harry saw its face. Tiny horns poked from its forehead but the rest of it was human looking, a buzz of brown covered its head and its eyes were the color of soft moss. He took another silent step and the little beast bleated at him. That was all he could take and he pounced, landing directly on top of the creature that squirmed helplessly below him.

       Harry felt his body responding to the scent of his prey, the smell of fear, excitement and arousal sent his blood traveling lower in his body. He felt his reaction at the same time his prey did, causing the creature to freeze below him.

       “Mine.” Harry growled and the prey moved his head, baring his neck in a show of submission. Harry leaned down and captured the soft skin in his teeth, biting only hard enough to leave his mark. The prey screamed.

       Harry shot up from his pillows, looking around in the darkened room until his eyes fell on a body that stood just past the edges of his bed. He squinted and rubbed his face, reaching to the nightstand for his glasses. When he had them on, he looked again and recognized the intruder to his part of the dorm. “Seamus, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you in hospital with the others?”

       “Harry, don’t be angry. I couldna sleep I jest wanted ta ask ye a question.” Seamus paused and moved closer, sitting on the bed at Harry’s feet. “Harry, I know ya grew up as a muggle, so some people believe ya think in da muggle way.”

       “Go on.” Harry prompted. He was watching Seamus carefully, knowing that the boy had been affected by the fumes of the potion and that it was an indication of beast inheritance.

       “Some say that muggles don’ta believe in some of the ways that wizards do and what I wanted ta ask were, how do you feel about a bloke dat wants ta be wit ather blokes?” Seamus’ ears turned rose colored in the darkened room but Harry smiled at it, remembering how he only did this when he thought he’d said something embarrassing.

       “You mean gay? How do I feel about a wizard that is gay? Well, I don’t mind it. I’m not a homophobe.” Harry answered truthfully.

       “An, what if it were you dat a fella fancied?” Seamus whispered.

       “Me?” Harry answered back. “Are you asking if I’m gay, Seamus?”

       “Yeah, I guess. Would ya hate it if maybe I fancied you, Harry?” Seamus put to him.

       “Do you?” Harry grilled.

       “Yeah, I do. I have fer a bit. Nearly two years, in fact.”

       “Well, I’m not bothered by it. In fact, I’m quite flattered. I’m not actually gay, Seamus. I like girls, and I think I like boys, as well. I guess that’s how I feel. I like to have friends and sometimes I like someone more than just as a friend and it doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl. Does that answer your question?”

       “It does.” Seamus said evenly.

       “You should go back to hospital, then?” Harry said.

       “Kin I stay here, Harry. I think I could sleep better here.” Seamus begged, pointing at the open area near Harry and the Chosen One was torn. He knew Seamus was still under the effects of the potion, but his friend looked so miserable.

       Harry clenched his hands into fists and pressed his lips hard. He would have to be the strong one, to help his friend. “Okay, but in the morning you have to let me take you back. Very early, too.”

       Seamus smiled and scrambled up to the pillows and climbed in beside Harry. He cuddled up to the boy-who-lived and was soon snoring lightly in Harry’s arms.

*****

       Blaise woke up as he heard the squeak of the bed springs nearby. He turned and watched as Draco hung his robe on the wall hook and climbed under the blankets. The blond huffed as he tried to adjust the pillows for comfort and then turned to glare his way.

       No words were spoken and Blaise turned away to go back to sleep. The rest of the night was quiet.

*****

        Harry woke early, shifting carefully around the boy that was clinging to him like a lifeline. He got his glasses on and checked the time on his wristwatch. “Seamus? Seamus? It’s time to get up. We need to get you back to the hospital before there’s trouble. C’mon.”

        The other boy moved mechanically, his eyes closed and sleepy sounds coming out of his mouth. He let Harry lead him through the halls and up the stairs. Harry had draped his invisibility cloak over them, though no one crossed them in the hallways.

       When they reached the door to the infirmary, Harry uncovered them, put the cloak over his arm and pushed the doors open.

       The room was silent, other than six sleeping students breathing or shifting, but the atmosphere was heavy on Harry’s shoulders. He felt as if some impending result was waiting for him to take the proper action. He took Seamus down the aisle between the rows of beds to the empty one near the far end. The curtains were drawn around the three beds where Pansy, Parvati and Millicent were sleeping.

        As he passed by one of the other occupied beds, he couldn’t help but notice the pale blond hair or the intense grey eyes that were watching him as he and Seamus passed by. He wasn’t sure why, but he nodded to the blond and Draco nodded back.

       Once Seamus was tucked into his place, Harry headed for the door. Draco was still watching him, but this time, when Harry reached his location, the blond whispered hoarsely, “Potter, don’t come back here until you are told it’s alright to. There’s a reason that they are quarantined here and they deserve their privacy.”

       “What about you, Malfoy?” Harry hissed back at his nemesis.

       “There’s nothing wrong with me. This is just a great excuse to avoid you, or so I had thought.” Malfoy turned away and the Chosen One fled the room

*****

       Blaise sat up and looked around the room. He had been struggling all morning with his urge to rush out and find a nice open area. He wanted to run and climb and roll in a field of grasses. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to smell the clean air outside the castle or at least the scent that had been stimulating his nostrils ever since he’d awaken to hear his fellow Slytherin banish the golden boy from the ward.

        The position he was in made him comfortable with the only outward attribute that had made itself present. Blaise now had a tail, and not just any old tail, his tail was stretched out along his left leg, hissing softly and tickling his knee with its forked tongue.

       Answering hisses were coming from across the room, behind the curtain that separated the four boys from the three girls, and Blaise suffered a brief bout of jealousy. He wished that he could understand the words that were coming from his own tail, if it even was a language.

       Potter could tell him, he was sure of it.

       His skin itched and again he wanted to get out and rub it against the rough dirt to cure himself of the irritation. Being in this room was a torture. His only consolation was that Draco looked even more miserable than he did.

       “Why so twitchy, Malfoy.” He said with a grin. The blond turned to sneer his way. “Ah, are you feeling closed in . . . a little claustrophobic?”

       “Shut it, Zabini.” Draco growled low in his throat. “Don’t push me right now. You don’t want to see what I’m capable of.”

       “Wow, your feathers sure are ruffled. Seems like you’ve run afoul of the cat, eh Draco?” Blaise knew he was pushing the Slytherin Prince, but he was bored and itchy enough not to care.

       “Zabini, what is it with you? First, you start acting like the president of the Potter fan club, then you refuse to tell the professors what line you are in and now, you are determined to get yourself maimed by me! I believe you know how much I relish this confinement!” Draco had risen and paced around the edges of his bed, as if testing the limits of his cage, his long blond hair swishing about his shoulders in irritation.

       Blaise watched him. He would have been doing a similar action, if not for the hissing appendage he now donned. He considered his friend carefully.

       Draco had gotten taller, more bulking around his chest and shoulders, making his slim hips seem inadequate to balance his torso on. He was still pale, but his skin had a healthy flush to it, making it look as if he were perpetually blushing. It was a good look, and the swooning of the various girls in the school testified to that. He wore his trousers cut low around his hips, and often wore pullover jumpers that clung to his musculature like a second skin. And his hair, growing now to just past his shoulders, tints of gold to it that made Blaise wonder if he’d charmed it. “What’s with the hair, Draco? Why’d you decide to let it grow?”

       Malfoy turned and glared, standing at his full height like a peacock, shaking back the strands that hung on his cheeks. “It wasn’t a decision, Zabini. I can’t cut it.” He said.

       “Really?” Blaise leaned back too quickly, gaining himself a nip from his tail when it was pinched against the pillows. “What would happen if you did?”

       “Well, it wouldn’t bite me,” Draco teased when realization caught him. “I think I’m beginning to understand why you’re being so closed-mouthed. I wonder how much you’ll display.”

       Blaise ground his teeth on the response that tried to escape his lips. He drew a deep breath through his nose, smelling the tint of lake water in the air, he let it out and relaxed a bit. “I am waiting for my mother to arrive, that’s all. She will assure the staff that it is safe for me to be here.”

       “You should probably just have her take you home. Staying may become problematic.” Draco slid back onto his bed, a move so silky and sensuous that Blaise felt a bit envious.

       “I do not intend to let you scare me off. What could be so terrible, now that the Dark Lord is no more?” he said.

       “I’ll just let you find out for yourself.” Draco leaned back onto his pillows, his hands clasped behind his head and his ankles crossed at the other end of the bed.

       “Prick!” Blaise said shifting into a more comfortable position.

*****

       After Harry showered and organized his things, he headed for the Great Hall for breakfast. H had to keep what happened as secret as possible, but no one had told him not to interact with his classmates. He wondered where the headmaster had planned for him to spend the next two days.

       Just after he finished his eggs, Ron and Hermione arrived and took the open seats next to Harry and across the table. Hermione leaned over and whispered to him while Ron was nearly on top of the table, so that he could hear. “What happened yesterday? Professor Snape rushed us out so fast that we lost track of you. Did you get sick from the potion?”

       Before Harry could have answered, if he’d planned on it in the first place, a hand landed on his shoulder, startling him and his fellow Gryffindors. When they looked up, Snape stood over him with his customary scowl in place. “Professor?” Harry squeaked.

       “Mr. Potter. As soon as you are finished with your meal, you are to accompany me to my classroom. You’ll be attending the potions class with the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff seventh years today and I’ll need to have a word with you before that.”

       “Yes, Sir.” Harry responded turning to grab his juice glass and down it quickly. The professor stood over him as he did so and Ron sat back down to concentrate on his own meal. Harry grabbed a couple of rolls and a peach and climbed to his feet, finishing one of the rolls as he followed the man through the Great Hall doors.

*****

       In the dungeon classroom, Snape waited as the students flowed in, pairing Harry with a Ravenclaw girl named Morag Macdougal and sitting Terry Boot in the middle of the room with the Hufflepuff, Justin Finch-Fletchley.

       “Today, you will work in groups of four, brewing Mercurial Ointment. Pay close attention to the instructions and place your completed potions in this crate. If you have any questions, come up to my desk, as I will be working on your completed essays.” Snape waved his wand and the instruction filled the board. He waved his wand again in the direction of Terry’s table, but nothing seemed to happen. “Begin.”

       Morag leaned over and whispered to Harry, “We’ll be working with Padma and Hannah. I hope you don’t mind being the only boy.”

       “No, Morag. I don’t mind at all.” Harry offered.

       “Call me Isabel, everyone does.” She said.

       Hannah arrived at the table with half of their ingredients, and Padma had the rest. “Isn’t this the potion that your class made yesterday, Harry?” Hannah asked.

       “Yes, it is.” Harry admitted. “That’s probably why Snape arranged for me to be here. Lucky me, I get extra instructions.” He added facetiously.

       “I was wondering, Harry.” Padma asked, moving a little closer. “How is my sister doing?”

       Harry looked up at Snape, without lifting his head, but the professor was looking in another direction. “I’m not really sure. She was sleeping the last time I saw her. The professors . . .” Harry stopped as he heard Snape calling Justin up to his desk. He whispered to the rest. “ . . don’t seem too concerned, so I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

         “I’m so glad. Being in different houses makes it hard enough, without her being in hospital.” Padma seemed relieved, but as he looked up to smile her way, Harry noticed that Terry was tossing something into his potion and the look on his face told Harry volumes.

“I think you’ll be seeing her real soon, Padma.” He said as the fumes rose from the cauldron and began to spread throughout the room.

Terry turned Harry’s way, gave him the briefest of smiles before calling out, “Professor, I think I’ve made a mistake, Sir.”

“That’s odd,” Hannah said, frowning. “Terry’s aces at potions.” But no one commented as a shriek rose through the room from the blonde girl across from Justin’s place and Harry watched as Luna, who was taking the class with the seventh years due to her own advanced abilities in potions, dropped to the floor.



        Even as Snape’s voice boomed over the uproar, telling all of the students that were unaffected to make their way out of the classroom, Harry had arrived at Luna’s side and Terry was on his knees, clutching at his stomach and squeezing his eyes shut.

       Luna lay quietly in his arms and Terry had long since passed out, but the room was far from silent. Snape grabbed him and shoved him away as he leaned down and checked the two students with a quick diagnostic spell.

          “You did this on purpose!” Harry accused the man.

        “Shhh!” Snape glared his way without his usual venom. Harry looked around and noticed that Susan Bones and Padma Patil were huddled together at a far table. “It was necessary to ascertain how many student would be affected by this and even out the field.”

       “What the hell are you talking about? This isn’t a game of Quidditch or chess, this is wrong.” Harry argued. “And now, I’ve been exposed twice. What kind of effect is that going to have on me?”

       “Probably, no worse than being exposed once.” Snape declared but Harry heard his unspoken words.

       “You don’t know! You don’t know what it will do to me!” he cried.

       “Listen to me, Potter!” Snape rose and pushed Harry up to the nearest wall. “Given how rare the Chameleonis breed is, and how secretive your father was, there has hardly been any research available. So, don’t attempt to lecture me. Besides, this was not my decision!”

       Harry shook his head and spoke blandly, “Dumbledore.”

       “Yes.” Snape said. “And by the time those students have been tucked into their hospital beds, there will be many others, older and established, in their various forms, preparing to flock to our doors in search of you. They will be vying for your favor, Chosen One. And they’ll use any means that they have at their disposal to win you over. No, this is not a game, it’s a competition and you are the prize!”

       Harry suffered a case of carp mouth as the professor’s words sunk in and Madame Pomfrey arrived with some magic stretches for the four newly affected students.

Woah, oops! I accidentally posted the wrong chapter!

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