Black Cat

A/N: Well, I have to say, I can't really bring myself to like this chapter, but I hope you guys do. Anyways, I'd just like to thank you guys and to answer a couple questions I was asked. Well, firstly I've decided that yes, this will be mpreg, but it want happen in till later on in the story and no he want get pregnant the first time he has sex. Yes, he will go in to heat, but it'll be awhile in till that happens. To answer Narius who did not want mpreg, do not worry I'm not going to make Harry into a total femme. His a guy after all he's not going to take his pregnancy as well as most woman do, nor will he instantly become the mother of the year. I do hope you'll stick with me and this fic, but I'll understand if you don't. I've also decided that Harry will only have sex with Snape, but it want be because they're mates. Harry's a cat after all, not a wolf. Yet, he will, in the begining, do other things with different guys. Which you'll see soon enough.

Chapter 2: Those Shameful Hormones

The following day was just as gloomy as the night before, yet the summer day did not share his feelings. He started his morning off with the strange urge to bathe. Never had Harry ever felt so filthy as he did at that moment and in his honest opinion he was clean, but his body said different. So, he took a bath that morning instead of the usual quick shower. Actually the bath was quit pleasant; the water was hot, but not scorching. He also indulged himself with the strawberry scented shampoo sitting on the side of the tub.

Yet, it wasn't in till breakfast when things slanted downwards once again. At the usual time of the year, the Hogwarts letters and book list began arriving, but some thing extra was included in Harry's.

'Dear Harry,

I'm sorry to say, but do to certain situations the ban on Quidditch will still be held over you this year.

My Apologise
Albus Dumbledore'

The words were clear and straight to the point, as if no sentiment was held behind them. He was so angry that a very noticeable feline like rumble came from his closed mouth. A pink hue crossed his cheeks in embarrassment when he felt the eyes of the other occupants around the table.

"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked from across the table. He handed over the parchment and she swiftly read over it, with a sad frown, "Well, we can't change his decision Harry. I also think it would be a good idea if you didn't play this year."

Harry's frown deepened as his eyes narrowed. "Not that you don't deserve to play! It's just that we honestly don't understand this curse, so what if some thing happens out on the field during a game...or during practice."

Sighing, Harry turned his eyes back to the table, no longer hungry as he pushed his fork around the eggs on his plate.

"Wah! Harry's not allowed to play this year!? Bummer..." came the brisk reply from his best mate.

The table once again became a sad place to be and now his body felt extremely tired. All he desired now was to curl up in a ball and go to sleep...

"Well, I don't suppose we can put off a trip to Diagon Alley much longer now you've got these," sighed Mrs. Weasley, looking down Ron's book list. "We'll go on Saturday as long as your father doesn't have to go into work again. I'm not going there without him."

After a brief argument between mother and son, Mrs. Weasley left the room in a huff.

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Saturday started off with a bit of silence in the home, yet the atmosphere was not at all calming. Mrs. Weasley seemed to be the most tense as she shakingly served breakfast. Bill, who would be staying home along with Fleur, glanced over to Harry. "Dumbledore, fire called last night requesting you to stay behind. Fleur and myself are in charge of watching over you."

"What!? But, Harry's been cooped up at the Dursley's all summer and now he's being confined here!?" demanded Ron, his anger could be seen on his face.

"You actually expect, Harry to risk himself in public now that he's in such a state?" asked Bill. "I got some of your money out of the vault for you so, Mom, want have to wait five hours to get to it..." The man carried on with a joke about some man getting probed to lighten the mood around the table.

All, Harry, could do was give him his thanks, as he lifted himself out of his chair, ready to leave the room. The last thing he heard was Fleur gushing over her fiance and the soft noise of false vomiting coming from Ginny. He smiled lightly at the girl who gave her brightest grin in return.

***

Harry set up in Ron's room gazing out at the murky sky, It wasn't but a few minutes past since the Weasley lot, as well as Hermione left For Diagon Alley. Lately it seemed nothing was going right for him and Dumbledore didn't seem to want to give him a break. Standing away from the window, Harry stretched popping kinks that were riding up his spine. With a grunt he flopped down on to the bed relaxing his muscles.

His hand moved to touch the tips of his ears, the first real time he actually felt them. The fur was smooth, almost silky running across the palm of his hands. The caress was nice almost pleasurable...

Stopping his hand motions, Harry shook his head as he lifted himself up and off the bed. Once again he found himself staring at his new image in disgust. Yesterday, he spent time with his best friends as well as Ginny out in the yard. Both females of the group seemed to have a strange obsession with his new appearance. He was once caught purring when Ginny decided to pet behind his new ears, which embarrassingly enough he moved in to.

Hermione, one of the most non-girlie girls he knew seemed to always have this little smile on her face when he caught the girl staring. At least, Ron wasn't giving him strange looks anymore, which Harry was very thankful of.

As for the other occupants of the house, the only one who was ignoring the ears and claws, was Bill. Fleur was just as gushy as the girls, even more so, because she seemed to love glumping him when ever she could. Fawning over him like a bleeding pet. As for Mr. and Mrs.Weasley the two seemed to be unable to meet his eyes and when they spoke to him they always had a sad look upon their face.

With a soft feline growl, Harry stood up in search of, Bill. He might be stuck at the Borrow without any friends, but that did not mean he was alone. With a certain person in mind he began to walk downstairs, hoping for a decent conversation from the man. He never really had a chance to speak with either Bill or Charlie on his own, it was either a greeting in passing or conversation across the table with others included. Truthfully, he always found the eldest Weasley boy fascinating.

As soon as he arrived in to the kitchen he quickly found it empty as well as the rest of the bottom story of the house; including outside. He headed back upstairs hoping to find him, it wasn't in till he neared the mans room that a soft sound brushed delicately through his ears. Harry swore that if he hadn't had the ears of a cat he probably wouldn't of heard it at all.

His ears twitched as he heard it once again. It was quit obvious it was human, but why ever would they be breathing so heavy? Was either Bill or Fleur injured?

He arrived at the closed door prepared to knocked, when Fleur's voice called out with a moan. Finally it clicked on what was going on, Fleur was panting and moaning behind the door, even though Harry was a virgin he definitly wasn't that naive. His face redder then Ron could ever get it he swiftly headed back to his own room and dived under the bed covers as if he were a child who just saw a ghost.

His heart finally began calming down, when Harry noticed a certain ache in his lower region. He was hard, it figured. He hadn't relieved himself in such a long time, Harry almost forgot that he was a hormonal teenager. With a sigh and a prayer he slide his hand down to unlatch his belt buckle, it wasn't long in till he had the pants undone and held himself in hand. With a breath of relief he started up a slow rhythm.

His mind wandered to Bill and Fleur and to what the two were doing at that moment. He pictured Bill's head between two milky white legs and a pink tongue grazing against the girls moist vagina. Biting his lips, he imagined Bill trailing up her stomach lips full and kissing creamy skin. Blue eyes were narrowed in an enticing leer as they stared at Harry, those beautiful lips moved to the head of his cock and placed a delicate kiss a top it.

That same tongue struck out licking across the slit, Harry was so surprised of his own thoughts that he came quickly over hand and across stomach.

He took a big gulping breath as he lifted his heavy form off the bed. He was so shocked it was a while in till he moved and cleaned himself off. How could he think of some thing like that? Fleur he could understand, but Bill? Harry wasn't gay! At least he never thought he was...of course he's not gay! If he was gay, wouldn't it of been obvious a long time ago? He liked girls...didn't he? There was Cho and she's definitely a girl.

Shaking his head he brought himself back and decided to leave the thought for latter. The sound of pattering feet and loud voices were heard arriving home downstairs. With a calming breath he began his way back towards the kitchen hoping to forget about the image of Bill Weasley between his legs.

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A/N: Sorry, if this chapter was no good. I did rushed myself, which I was ashamed of, but I really wanted to get it out there for you guys to read. If you have anything you'd like to say or ask, do feel free to review. I'd sure appreciate it if you do.