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::sigh::now for the disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. Draco Malfoy, as much as I wish he does, doesn't belong to me. The image of Draco in halfling form belongs to anyone with a creative imagination. ::grin::

Warnings: Half mutated boys abound in this chapter. Well, half mutated entire potions class, but we know the story concentrates on Draco and Harry and the slash in between.
Now, officially on to the story (Ooh! These notes are a lot shorter then last time!):

     "Class, pay attention, dammit! . . . That's better. Now, I have up here, 10 packets of cat hair. No, you're not going after Ms. Norris with an axe. No, you're not picking some student's cat bald. Put your hands down. Anyway, the hair I have up here ranges from ordinary muggle house cat hair to panther hair. I figured for this exercise, I'm not getting you demon cat hair yet. Put your hands down. In each packet there are 5 hairs. Two extras for incase you mess up or lose one. Put your hands down, dammit!! Thank you! Now, send on person from each pair up to get the hair, and get to work. I will be reading your scrolls and coming around to make sure you do the potion right. Get to work!"
     "Finally," Ron muttered semi- loudly in Harry and Draco's direction. "I thought he'd never shut up!" Even Crabbe and Goyle had looked bored with the lecture.
     Harry went to the front and retrieved the hair from the basket on Snape's desk and retreated back to his seat. Dropping the small paper square on the desk, he turned to Draco and asked, "What kind of hair do you think we've got?"
     Draco shrugged. "Only one way to find out." They got to work, and soon had a black, tar-like potion brewing in their cauldron. They knew they had done it right because Hermione and Crabbe's potion looked the same. After 5 minutes of bubbling, and 30 clockwise stirs, they dropped 3 black cat hairs in. The potion glowed for a few minutes, then went absolutely clear. "Now we have to wait for 3 minutes." Draco stared at the clear liquid in the cauldron.
     "Why?" Harry said, then smacked himself mentally for being stupid. Oh well, it gave him a chance to hear Draco's smooth voice some more.
     "Because it's ice cold," Draco replied, boredly. "It's freeze your tongue off if you drink it as is. We have to give it time to reach room temperature. Honestly, Potter!"
     Harry had the grace to look away, and the rest of the three minutes were spent in silence, listening to the class around them. The conversation at Neville's desk was the most amusing.
     "I'm not gonna try it!"
     "Me neither!"
     "Well, one of us has to drink it!"
     "Not me!"
     "C'mon if you go first, I'll go."
     "Uh-uh. You go first!"
     "No you!"
     "You!"
     "Well, I'm not going first!"
     "I don't have a death wish, thank you very much!"
     Harry and Draco started snickering, then stopped as both boys looked in their direction. However, when they went back to arguing who was going to try it first, Harry and Draco had to cough to mask their laughter. Then the three minutes was up, and Draco was ladling some of the potion into a vial.
     "You wanna go first, or should I?" Harry asked.
     "Doesn't matter." Draco said. "We both have to try it, to make sure our partner didn't try to poison us."
     "Are you insinuating something, Malfoy?" Harry replied, defenses up.
     "Of course not. However, with Weasley and Pansy, one never knows." They turned and looked at Ron and Pansy. They were glaring at each other over a sickly green mess in their cauldron. "Either that or someone didn't add the crush rose stem."
     Harry turned back to their desk and sighed. He seriously didn't want to take the potion first, but if he had to. . .
     "Here," Draco said, pouring some of the potion into a second vial. "We'll both take it at the same time. That way no one has to go first." Both boys took deep breaths and downed the potion.
     "Well," Harry said after a few moments. "I don't feel any different. Do I look different?"
     Draco shook his head. "I feel different. Kinda tingly."
     "Yeah. But all transfiguration potions make you feel that way. The potion is going through your blood stream."
     "Why, have you had some kind of transfiguration potion before?"
     Harry didn't reply. Instead he concentrated on becoming a cat. A sudden dizzy spell hit him, and then Draco was looking a lot bigger then usual.
     "Whoa." Draco said. He was looking down at a green eyed black panther.
     "What?" Harry tried to ask. But it came out as a 'Roaw?' instead. He looked down in amazement to see his hands and feet had become paws and he had a tail. He concentrated on becoming human, and shifted back.
     "That was definitly cool." Draco said. "Now we know which hairs we got." He, too, shifted, and suddenly Harry was seeing a panther, sitting on the stool. He reached down and petted the Draco-cat.
     'Ooh.' Draco thought. 'Nice.' Harry's hand started scratching behind his ear, and Draco had to hold back the purr that wanted out. 'VERY nice. But wildcats don't purr. So why do I want to?'
     Harry realized what he was doing and drew back his hand. Draco-cat glowed slightly and then it was just Draco sitting there, cleaning his nails. "What about halfling form?" he asked.
     The other boy shrugged. Maybe concentrating on being not-quite-a-cat? It was worth the try, and soon both boys were sitting on thier stools with cat ears twitching on the tops of thier heads, their pupils dialated to slits and thier tails swishing to keep thier balance.
     Harry reached up and took off his glasses. In this form, he had a cat's eyesight and didn't need them. Then he stared at Draco. The halfling effect only added to the Slytherin boy's sexiness. The black ears protruding from silver hair, cat eyes watching Harry's every move. Body language screaming 'JUMP ME!' as he slowly sheathed and unsheathed claws from his finger tips.
     Draco, on the other hand, had to keep himself from drooling. When Harry had taken off his glasses, it completed the look. With his messy hair and scar, Harry looked like a wild animal, something that should be running on all fours in the Forbidden Forest, instead of sitting in potions class. After a few minutes, both boys looked away, blushing slightly. They concentrated on human form, and when the transformation was complete, they studied their classmates instead of each other.
     Hermione was in halfling form, cursing the claws that got in her way as she tried to clean up the mess on thier desk. Crabbe-cheetah chased his own tail. Neville was looking extremely pleased with himself as he sat on the desk in halfling form, his tail twiching happily, and Goyle was in halfling form, seeing if his claws could cut through the wooden seat of his stool. They had gotten Siberian Tiger. After a bit, he said something quiet to Neville, who looked even happier, and took tiger form to sit and clean his paws.
     Then suddenly Snape was at thier desk, looking down on the two of them. "Well," he said. "Didn't your potion work?"
     "Yessir." Draco drawled. "Worked perfectly. Did you expect any less?"
     Snape shook his head vacantly. "No, of course not. Well, show us what kind of cat you got." They looked around to see the entire class watching them. So both shifted to panther form, and jumped down to the floor. Draco lounged lazily, and Harry tried to sharpen his claws on the stone desk. "Very good boys." Snape said. Then he moved on and both boys shifted back to watch him.
     Snape stopped at Ron and Pansy's station, and stared blankly at the green blob that was thier potion. "What the hell happened here?" he asked. Both pointed at the other. "This is something I expected at Longbottom and Goyle's desk, who you'll notice got the potion perfectly right. Which one of you screwed up?" Again, Ron and Pansy pointed at each other.
     Snape sighed an moved on. "Okay, class. Clean up your messes and dump the rest of your potions in the sinks at your desks. Except Parkinson and Weasley. You two can dump yours in a special cauldron up here so I can dispose of it myself. Then class is dismissed."
     Harry began cleaning the work station off, as Draco went to the cauldron. Looking around quickly, he began ladling some of the potion into a medium sized flask. "Draco!" Harry hissed when he spied what the silver haired boy was doing.
     "Oh, come off it, Potter." Draco whispered back, still looking around the room. "You can't seriously say you don't want some of this stuff. The books said it was good for a year, and all it takes is just a small sip!"
     Harry looked around, then let out a mock-defeated sigh. "Very well. Get me some too. It would be such a waste."
     Draco grinned, a definitly predatory grin, and corked the flask he was working on. Then he pulled out a second one and began to scoop more potion into it. Harry trembled slightly at the smile. 'Must be a residual side effect of the potion,' he thought.

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End notes: Ahhh. Another chapter, written early one Tuesday morning! Hope you like it! In chapter 12, I'll take on DADA!

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