Weremouse

Disclaimer: see ch. 1.

**Warning: Mouse sex ahead. Squickiness at end of chapter, so if you want to avoid it you can.**

A/N: Longest chapter yet, its like you’re getting three at once(i was really tempted to post this in three chapters, ha-ha. Unfortunately, it's only partially beta'd, so once i get the rest of the chapter back from Cyn, I'll edit. Make sure you heed the warning. Enjoy reading. ^.^


A/N:Now chapter fully beta'd.


Ch. 12

3 Weeks Later: Day of Full moon

Harry and Draco were in the infirmary alone. They were working on their homework for the classes they were missing while they were in quarantine. Snape had been removed and allowed to return to teaching because of his ability with glamour. Draco had been unable to maintain one for longer than two hours, so he had to remain. Madam Pomfrey was currently away at a Mediwitch/Mediwizard Convention for the weekend. Severus was spending the full moon weekend with his lover, Remus, as a trial run to see if they could spend every full moon together instead of Remus being locked away.

“Ok, I’m bored. We haven’t been allowed out of this room for three weeks. I’m going stir crazy. You can fully transform into a mouse now, so what do you say we blow this Popsicle stand?” Harry had gotten up and was pacing around the room.

“Where do you get these stupid phrases? Muggles…” Draco groused. “I do have to admit, I’m sick of homework, especially since we’re a month ahead of our classmates. At least when we get out of here, we’ll have more free-time.”

“Yeah. Now what do you say to changing into our mouse forms and doing some recon of the castle?”

“Ok, let’s do it,” Draco agreed with a grin.

Soon both boys were in their small mouse forms although Draco’s white mouse was almost twice the size of Harry’s small black mouse form.

They made their way around the castle starting in the dungeons. They spied on the Slytherins for a while, but did not get any useful information. Well, unless you count that Pansy Parkinson was involved with both Crabbe and Goyle who it seems were a couple. Draco had already suspected this, but liked to have his suspicions answered.

Neither Ravenclaw nor Hufflepuff yielded any good results. There were several professors found in somewhat compromising situations, such as Madam Hooch and Professor Flitwick making out, while Filch and Mrs. Norris spied on them.

The Gryffindors were no less entertaining until Harry heard his name mentioned.

“Can you believe Squeak’s been in quarantine for nearly a month now with that prat Malfoy. I mean, I’m surprised they haven’t killed each other yet. Squeak has..” Ron was saying to the group of boys sitting around him.

“Ron, come on. Why do you have to call Harry that awful name? Squeak? There has to be a better name you could use for the Savior of the Wizarding World. The poor boy just seems to collect the worst nicknames and monikers. The-Boy-Who-Lived and all that. Harry should just be called Harry.” Hermione yelled at Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors sitting in the Common Room from her seat by the fire where she was studying. “You’re supposed to be his best friend and you’re always making fun of him lately.”

“Ah, ’Mione. Calm down. Squeak, uh, I mean Harry doesn’t mind that we call him Squeak.” Ron sputtered at the angry look on his girlfriends face.

“Ron, how would you like to be called Squeak all the time and by your best friend no less. I think it might have to do with Voldemort.” Hermione said quietly so that only Ron and two eavesdropping mice could hear. “He’s been different ever since Voldemort’s defeat.”

“Of course he’s been different. Aren’t we all?” Ron said obliviously.

Hermione brought up her wand, “Sometimes I wonder why I’m with such a clueless dunce like you at all. Wingardium Leviosa.” Hermione did a flick and swish of her wand and Ron was up in the air, and Hermione rushed out of the room.

“Mione, get me down from here!” When Ron got no response from Hermione, he yelled for the others to get him down. “She’s bloody mental, she is. I’ll go talk to her.”

The two mice followed Ron up to the girls’ dormitory to Hermione’s room, as head girl she had her own room.

“Mione, what’s wrong? And don’t say nothing. I know something is wrong.” Ron asked his girlfriend cautiously. “I mean, you’ve called Harry Squeak before, too.”

“Yeah, I know. Oh Ron, it’s all my fault that he’s in quarantine. I was trying to get his attention during potions that day, so I threw the root at him, but it landed in the cauldron. Instead of just tapping him to get his attention, it created an explosion,” Hermione sobbed.

“Why were you trying to get his attention?” Ron finally asked. He sat gingerly next to her on her bed and picked her up and held her sobbing form.

“Oh, it’s not important really,” Hermione finally said.

“Come on, you can talk to me. I love you, you know,” Ron said trying to be sympathetic to his girlfriend.

“Oh, Ron. I just wanted to tell Harry that I’m,” she paused as a sob came out, “pregnant.”

:Ron was shocked. “Why would you want to tell Harry and not me? Hopefully I’m the father,” Ron asked in a bewildered tone.

The two on the bed didn’t notice the two mice watching and listening in the corner, squeak talking to each other. They had found that they could understand each other while both in mouse form. Harry was softly squeaking, “Now we know who’s to blame.”

Draco squeaked back, “Yeah, I’m glad it wasn’t someone out to get you. But why would Mudbl…I mean Granger want to tell you that she was pregnant before she told the Weasel?”

“Oh, I made her promise that I would be the first to know when she and Ron started having babies.”

“I’m a weremouse now because she couldn’t control herself?” Draco asked in shock.

“Yeah, I guess so. That, and the fact that she can’t throw worth a darn.” Harry squeaked happily, and before Draco could say anything in response, Harry was scampering to the desk in the corner. Once Draco reached where he was, he saw that Harry was just finishing a note by spelling a quill to write for him. He folded it in his paws, and then scampered with it to the bed. He pounced on Hermione’s stomach, squeaking up at her to gain her attention. Draco followed him, but paused on the foot of the bed.

“Hermione, why do you have two mice in your room?” Ron asked thinking that maybe he should kill them or something.

“I’m not sure, but this one’s holding a note. They must belong to someone.” She picked up the mouse that was on her stomach. She could almost swear it had been stroking her stomach. “Is that note for me?” She asked the mouse.

The black mouse dropped the note on her palm, and then scampered up her arm to nuzzle her neck inside the thick covering of her bushy brown hair. “Oh, look Ron, it’s a note from Harry. He says that he’ll be out of quarantine soon, and that he wants to see us. I’ll be able to tell him about the baby!” she said happily.

“Um, ’Mione, are you going to tell ME about the baby,” Ron blustered.

“Of course, silly. These mice are so cute. I wonder where Harry got them.” She picked both mice up and laid them in her lap and started stroking them both. “Look this ones a boy,” she said pointing at the white mouse, “and this ones a girl.” She said pointing at the black one, “I wonder if they’re a mating pair?”

Harry-mouse and Draco-mouse looked at each other in shock. They both looked at Harry’s genitalia, he was indeed missing some parts. Harry squeaked, “This has never happened before.” Now that Draco thought about it, Harry had been smelling a bit differently than he usually did, better even. Hermione was still stroking Harry-mouse who hadn’t moved and was now actually lying in her palm. Hermione had applied a downward pressure to his pelvis, and he now had a rigid posture with his hindquarters elevated.

Hermione was saying, “I’ve read about this. She’s exhibiting lordosis. That’s when a female mouse will take on a rigid posture with the hindquarters elevated when downward pressure is applied to the pelvis,” sounding like the walking encyclopedia that she was.

“What’s that?” Ron asked.

“It means she’s receptive, Ron,” Hermione explained.

“Receptive to what,” at Hermione’s look, “Oh, ohhhh, you mean, eww, I don’t want to see that. But if you’re willing, I’m up to doing it with you.” Ron would never tell Hermione but he was always really turned on when she started lecturing him.

Draco-mouse had zoned out, and was staring at Harry-mouse. Suddenly he launched himself at Harry-mouse and pounced. Suddenly both he and Harry were placed on the foot of the bed, but he didn’t care, Harry was giving off a very pleasant smell, he wanted, no needed to touch him. Also, the two humans on the bed were giving off almost the same pleasant smells. His animal brain was in full control now, in the back of his mind, his human brain got in that he was simply reacting to pheromones before it was completely shut away. Harry wasn’t fairing much better. He smelled a powerful male, and his body was urging him to mate. He allowed the bigger mouse to come at him and laid passively there letting him do anything he wanted. Soon, he felt the white mouse on top of him, so he lifted his tail allowing him better access, and then went rigid again. He felt the other mouse entering him.


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TBC

A/N: Sorry to stop here, but I just couldn’t write anymore. Hope you didn’t mind the implied Herm/Ron sex. (getting turned on by mice.. ewwww. Just kidding^.^)


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