My Little Pile Of Sugar (boyXboy)

Chapter 2: Locating The Snakes

Harry rushed off down a rarely used corridor, attempting to find a classroom that isn't being used as a meet up for couples, classes, and random parties to get drunk at. Granted, there's thousands of classrooms in this school, but almost all of them are locked which- Harry slapped himself in the face.

"Why am I so stupid," he muttered to himself as he took out his wand, pointed it at the door, and said Alohomora. When the door clicked open, Harry fist pumped the air before slinking inside the classroom and shutting the door behind him.

He breathed a sigh of relief at having not been caught. Everyone is still currently in the Great Hall for dinner, so he has roughly ten minutes to transform and find -hopefully- Blaise, Pansy, or Malfoy himself.

Hopefully Pansy, because for some odd reason she has a soft spot for small, cute animals. Harry walked into the room and stripped himself of everything on his person (he told Hermione to use a tracking spell on his tie so that she could locate his things and return them to Gryffindor Tower so that they wouldn't be stolen) and folded them into a neat pile.

He took a deep breath and then imagined himself as his animal form. He curses himself after he opens his eyes. The room grew about ten times in size. Why did his animagus have to be a Sugar Glider? They are small and adorable, quite cuddly too, but why?

He glances around the room from his place on the floor, and admits to himself that in this form, he's practically food for Filch's cat, seeing as he's smaller than the average rat, but his claws enable him to catch onto tiles and grooves in the walls, so if need be he has an escape route.

He slips out of the room and takes off towards the Great Hall. He notices that many of the paintings are staring at him in confusion, disgust, adoration, and wonder. Seeing as they've probably never seen the uncommon muggle pet, he can't really blame them. Just as he was turning a corner, someone's foot came down at an alarming rate and he barely had time to move and bark (yes, Sugar Gliders bark. Weird. I know.) at the person who nearly caused his demise.

He glanced up and was surprised to find himself face to face with Luna. She smiled, recognizing it as Harry, and then held her palm out to him. He jumped up onto her palm, his tail wrapping around two of her fingers, and he licked her thumb in thanks.

She smiled again, then turned around and carried back towards the Great Hall. She set him down on the floor, bid him farewell, and took off to go talk to the creatures she claims are around that castle. Harry notes that Malfoy isn't at dinner, but he does spot Pansy walking towards the door where he's currently sat at.

When she gets close enough, he makes a noise up at her, and when she looks around confused, he barks at her. When she looks down, her eyes widen in surprise and then she bends down and offers her palm out to him. "Oh, look at you. You're simply adorable. I've never seen a creature like you before."

When she pets in between his ears gently, he kitten licks at her pointer finger and then turns towards the Gryffindor table, trying to get her to understand. She needs to talk to Hermione. She'll explain what he is.

She looks to where his eyes are trained on his intelligent friend, and then she's calmly walking over and sitting down as if this is a normal, everyday occurrence. Ron -the poor bloke- chokes on his Pumpkin Juice again, and Hermione just sees the small creature in her hand, and knows what she wants.

"Hello Granger, Weasley. I found this little fellow over by the entrance to the Great Hall and when I mentioned I've never seen a pet like him, he turned and looked at you. Would you care to tell me what such a nice creature is?"

Ron is looking between the two women carefully, because why are all the Slytherins acting so different? "Well, he's a muggle pet. Quite exotic since they're harder to care for. He's called a Sugar Glider. They can glide through the air by spreading their arms, kind of like Flying Squirrels can. They eat fruit. (I don't know what else they eat I'm sorry, just go with it) They're quite cuddly creatures, and they help people with depression, PTSD, anxiety attacks, things like that, just like any other animal."

Harry climbed onto Pansy's shoulder and then jumped off and glided his way over to Hermione, taking a Strawberry off of her plate. Pansy squealed, let him finish the strawberry, and then picked him up again.

"Well, thanks for the information Granger, I appreciate it. If you need anything, don't let the other snakes scare you, you know where to find me. Later darling," and then she took off, Harry licking his paws from holding the strawberry.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, then shrugged. Harry knew what he was doing.

Hopefully.