Harry Potter and the Secret Nurse

Chapter Thirty
Kittens, Quiddich, and Kidnapping


Breakfast Monday morning, Hermione was up early in the great hall still waiting for Harry to come down the stairs. The beginning of the week had a very full schedule for them. If Harry was still having trouble with stairs Hermione figured he should just take the chair down to avoid being late.
With her morning coffee being stirred magically, Hermione read the Daily Prophet. She promised herself she wouldn\'t be the type who drank coffee but morning stress always made her break such promises. The paper had magical photos of helicopters buzzing nearby muggle towns looking for Hogwarts. None of them had made it closer than the far side of Hogsby, but that was still close enough to see the castle from the air. The ministry was commenting that the spells that kept muggles away and kept Hogwarts and other significant magical locations invisible were intact and fully effective.
As she read she noticed the large and bullish Millicent Bulstrode marching up to her, carrying a shoebox. Last year Hermione may have regarded her as intimidating, now all she did was roll her eyes and wonder what the ungraceful brute was up to. She pretended not to notice her right up until she was nearly on top of Hermione. Not a slip of composure was shaken from Hermione from Millicent\'s presence as she frowned over her.

\"I need you to take responsibility for something,\" said Millicent.

\"Yeah?\" Hermione asked indifferently.

Millicent dropped the box onto the table right next to Hermione\'s breakfast and she saw it was full of kittens.

\"Crookshanks knocked up my Mittens last year,\" said Millicent.

Hermione peered into the box and asked, \"How do you know it was Crookshanks?\"

Millicent reached into the box, and pulled out two motley-looking Persian kittens of unmistakable orange colour, holding one in each hand as though presenting evidence.

Hermione was trying not to giggle, swallowed, avoided Millicent\'s eyes and said, \"That still doesn\'t prove it.\"

\"There were three toms in school last year,\" said Millicent, \"And they were all spayed! The owners say they have the vet\'s records to prove it. Did you have Crookshanks spayed?\"

Hermione suddenly looked up and away from Millicent and went, \"Ah shit.\"

Sheepishly Hermione regarded the box as Millicent put the two orange ones back. There were four in there. The two orange ones, a tuxedo one, and a white/calico cat. She didn\'t know what she was going to do with them, but they instantly melted her heart right as she looked at them. She knew she\'d wind up keeping them all. Then Millicent picked up the box unexpectedly and said;

\"I already found homes for three, YOU can find a home for the runt.\"

And she dumped the Persian white calico cat into Hermione\'s hands. Millicent turned to march away and as she did she called back;

\"By the way, I guess you\'re also buying butterbeers for all your friends this weekend!\"

\"Aw fuck,\" said Hermione, who instantly forgot her troubles as she looked at the rejected little kitty in her hands.

\"Nobody loves you? Awwwww,\" Hermione fawned.

Small rejected kittens were always the cutest and nearly brought tears to her eyes. His head seemed too big for his body, or maybe his body is too small for his head. His long hair gave him a roundish appearance, like a furry little ball. He was almost white all over with just a little orange on his back and a little black spot on his right ear. When Harry arrived in the Great Hall, he saw Hermione acting like she had gone insane. She was rubbing her nose into something in her hands going;

\"Boo-jey boo-jey boo-jey boo! Ah boo-jey boo-jey boo-jey boo!\"

\"Did somebody hex you with a silly spell or something?\"

Hermione held out the kitten into Harry\'s face.

\"Ah,\" said Harry, as though that would explain it, \"Adorable. I\'m hungry, is he breakfast?\"

Hermione frowned and pulled the kitten away, protecting him against her bosom and stroked him affectionately.

\"Is that any way to regard our love child?\" asked Hermione.

\"Don\'t say that around here,\" said Harry, \"Even if you\'re joking.\"

There was a bit of a laugh from Harry as she explained exactly where the kitten came from. Hermione knew Harry was just doing his best to act like a guy with a kitten around, but she also knew it would win him over. She let it crawl around the table as they ate breakfast. Harry fed the kitten scraps of bacon off his own plate, and had fun wrestling with him a few times, impressed by the fact the kitten would grab a hold of his robe sleeve with his claws so hard he could lift the kitty right off the table.

\"Oh great,\" said Ron as he arrived at the table, \"Another mouth to feed.\"

Ron ignored the kitten, and repeatedly picked it up and dropped it away down the table as it kept trying to steal bacon off his plate. Until somebody sent up kippers, then suddenly Ron was very generous. The girls of Gryffindor were infatuated with the kitten, and one Ravenclaw girl passing by looked at it and said;

\"Reminds me of Harry.\"

Ginny and Hermione smirked at each other as the rest of Gryffindor wondered what could that girl be possibly talking about. Harry was amazed to see how Ginny and Hermione kept their friendship after the \"incident\". If anything they had grown closer, as he had come to understand her. Harry had to admit he was a real thickhead when it came to Ginny’s feelings. He almost completely ignored her after the Chamber of Secrets incident, and he should have confided in her when he was being possessed by Voldemort the previous year.
Then again, he couldn\'t help but wonder if that would have led to him becoming lovers with Ginny instead of Hermione. Even though that wasn\'t what he would have wanted, he was surprised for not showing more empathy. Ginny must have gone through the exact same frustration he himself experienced last year, coupled with genuine horror. It was worth noting that Ginny called her possession \"rape\".

\"So who\'s going to keep it?\" asked Harry.

\"We\'re only allowed one pet each,\" said Harry, \"I have Hedwig, you have Crookshanks, Neville has his toad, Ron has Pigwidgeon.\"

\"I can take him!\" said Ginny.

\"Don\'t you already have that other owl?\" asked Hermione, \"That clumsy old thing, uhh, Errol?\"

\"He\'s dead,\" said Ron.

\"Really?\" asked Hermione, \"Oh no, how?\"

Ginny just shrugged and said, \"Old age.\"

\"That\'s a way of putting it,\" said Ron, \"Another way is saying he was too old and slow to avoid that Siamese cat in Glasgow.\"

\"That\'s horrible!\"

\"You\'re telling me,\" said Ron, \"He lost the post.\"

Ginny hit her brother in the ribs and said, \"Dad was broke up about it. He\'s had Errol ever since he started at the ministry.\"

\"It\'s his fault, really,\" said Ron, \"He should have retired Errol ages ago. It\'s a wonder that bloody bird didn\'t get sucked into a jet engine or hit some power lines.\"

\"Is that why we haven\'t seen Pigwidgeon around?\" asked Hermione, \"Mr. Weasley is using him for ministry work?\"

\"Yeah, I said he could use him after Errol died,\" said Ron, \"Dad\'s got a thing for useless owls.\"

Ginny wanted to keep the kitten, and thought she didn\'t have to deal with the fact she had to explain it to her mother for several months at least. Right away she named the cat \"Cobblepot\", but admitted to Hermione his secret name was \"Little Harry\". Cobblepot accompanied Ginny to her classes for the morning as the girls in her year fussed over the animal. Crookshanks seemed to have taken to his own son somewhat, looking out for him in Gryffindor Tower, keeping him clean and teaching him how to hunt mice (not to mention learning the secret passageways around Hogwarts that only cat-sized animals can make their way through.)
Harry took to playing with it whenever he hung around the common room. He thought kittens were fascinating, as he never had a cat while growing up with the Dursleys. They never allowed pets in the house, except when Aunt Petunia came to visit. And that only convinced Harry he was a cat person all the more as he found most purebred dogs to be intolerable and obnoxious. Whenever the kitten saw Harry it made a beeline for him, knowing he would play with him. The kitten loved to wrestle.
Just as Hermione was convinced that Harry was openly getting in touch with being a sensitive caring person, Ron pulled him away for Quiddich practice. There were tryouts that evening to fill positions vacated by Angelina and the two less than stellar beaters from last year. Since Ginny was seeking to take a position of chaser, Ron was really focused on finding two brutal beaters to protect his players with. There were a couple of burly fifth year brothers looking to prove themselves that knew very little of the nuances of Quiddich, but they played like thugs and were actually great fans of hockey. Their names were Jack and Jeff Hanson, people kept asking if they were twins but they insisted they weren\'t. One of them wore a Detroit Red Wings sweater and the other was a fan of the Montreal Canadians. Ron actually knew muggle hockey rather well and welcomed them, saying;

\"Just pretend the club is a hockey stick, and you get to slapshot your opponent in the face with it.\"

That suited the Hanson brothers just fine. Katie was worried about the choice, as Madame Hooch my accuse Ron of putting a pair of assassins on the team, but Ron only felt it balanced out to having Crab and Goyle on the Slytherin team. Not to mention Hufflepuff now had a pair of full-grown adult-sized seventh years on their team as beaters.
It wasn\'t until Harry was fully dressed and standing on the pitch holding his broom did he realize he had not ridden it for nearly a year. The broom\'s weight and balance felt perfectly natural alright, but when he straddled it right away something was off. It felt smaller. His head was leaning over the nose more than it was last year. He thought his performance would improve since he was much stronger than last year, but as soon as he took off he knew something was off.
The broom still had the same dizzying speed as ever, but it was just the tiniest bit slower than last year. At first he thought maybe he was just used to speed. Then he figured out he had put on one and a half stone of body weight since last year. He didn\'t like it. He had to be stronger just to muscle his mass around. Now Harry understood what Ron meant when he said he liked him quick and wiry. It gave Harry a great advantage as a younger and smaller player, now that just wasn\'t true anymore, puberty had caught up with him.
The practice was far from the disaster of last year\'s tryouts. Ron\'s merciless regiments reminded Harry and Katie of the days of Oliver Wood. The two new beaters never complained. They trained tirelessly on target practice against cardboard cut-outs levitated from the ground by assisting wizards and seemed to focus on knocking bludgers clean through their targets rather than just making contact with them. Not to mention they aimed constantly at their heads. As a pile of headless cut-outs of broom riders piled up on the pitch grounds Ron was beginning to feel his choice of beaters was brilliant. Harry was just hoping the snitch would stay out of the Hanson\'s line of fire.
Ignoring his homework, Harry was in the common room fussing over his broom. He was worried that it being shackled may have warped its shape, though no amount of visual scrutiny could prove it. Ginny was leaning in his right as he sat on the couch facing the fireplace. Harry had his broom maintenance kit out making use of it. Hermione noticed him as she came back from her prefect duties.

\"I never should have bought you that kit,\" said Hermione, \"I wish you showed me that much attention.\"

Harry patted the left side of the couch saying there was an empty spot for her if she wanted to sit. Pulling her robes so they wouldn\'t get caught on the armrest, Hermione sat on Harry\'s right and leaned on him. Looking behind his head, she looked to Ginny who looked back to her and winked. They made a secret communication and Harry remained oblivious. When he was done with his broom he leaned forward to put his broom away into his special case. Then slid the case aside and leaned back between the two girls.
Hermione was playing with his hair and kept close to the back of his head for some reason. Ginny was looking around to see if there was anyone in the common room and just as the last person standing by the portrait entrance left she looked to Hermione, who was eyeing two girls hanging around the entrance to the girl\'s dorms, they pulled out a pack of cigarettes and headed for the washroom. Hermione made eye contact with Ginny, who held up a pack of floo powder and winked back at Hermione.

Giving took one last look Hermione went, \"Okay... NOW!\"

The girls each grabbed an arm of Harry and hauled him up off the couch, flinging themselves towards the fireplace. Harry didn\'t even get a chance to call out \"What the-?\" before Ginny had flung the powder into the fireplace and called out;

\"The House of Black!\"

*SHOOM*

They all skidded across the kitchen floor with Ginny practically wrapped around him like a clinging monkey. Hermione pushed Harry face forward, pressing him down on the floor as she took out her wand and cast a binding spell on him. With a frightful look of doubt, Hermione stood up as Ginny still held Harry.

\"That was too easy,\" said Hermione.

\"What do we do with him?\" asked Ginny.

\"Take him upstairs to where Tim was staying,\" said Hermione.

\"Hermione! What the hell-!\"

Before Harry could finished his sentence, a black fabric rope magically extended from Hermione\'s sleeve to bind around Harry\'s mouth, shutting him up. With muffled cries he kept yelling at them as the two girls carried Harry up the stairs after performing a mass reduction spell. They flung Harry onto the bed face down and Hermione raised her hand to will the fabric rope to release from Harry\'s mouth.

\"Hermione!\"

\"Silence!\" said Hermione, \"We know it\'s you Goyle, what have you done with Harry?\"

\"You\'re mad.\"

\"Let\'s tickle him!\" said Ginny, \"Oh wait, is Goyle ticklish?\"

\"Doesn\'t matter, it’s Harry’s body,\" said Hermione, \"And Harry is very ticklish.\"

As Harry begged her to stop Ginny tickled Harry to the point he thought he would pass out. Then she put her wand on him and made him think he\'d piss in his pants.

\"Where\'s Harry?\"

\"I\'m Harry!\"

\"If you\'re Harry, what are you doing with this?\" asked Hermione.

Quickly she held up a small compact mirror close to Harry\'s face. Once opened it showed the girls of Ravenclaw getting undressed in their dorm.

\"Well that did belong to Goyle,\" said Harry, \"But he gave it to me! Honest!\"

Hermione then ordered Ginny to tickle him some more. Then when he was finally given the chance to catch his breath, Hermione held her wand under Harry\'s chin and asked;

\"One last time, WHERE\'S HARRY?\"

Harry\'s voice suddenly deepened greatly and he said, \"Draco\'s got him tied up in Slytherin tower. He\'s been letting the boys take turns fuckin Harry in the ass all day.\"

Ginny gasped but Hermione just stood up and smirked.

\"Never mind, Ginny, it\'s Harry.\"

\"How?\"

\"That\'s the WORST imitation of Goyle\'s voice I\'ve ever heard,\" said Hermione, \"You honestly thought you would fool us with that, Harry?\"

\"Worked on Draco,\" said Harry, \"Now will you let me up, please?\"

Hermione waved the compact in Harry\'s face and said, \"Oh no! You deserve to be punished for having this.\"

\"Yeah, and not telling us about it,\" said Ginny.

\"I was going to share, honest!\" said Harry, \"I was going to tell you about it tonight after we were alone.\"

\"A likely story!\" said Hermione, \"Ginny, WHACK HIS PEE PEE!\"

\"NO!”

Harry didn\'t know that \"Whack is pee pee\" was a secret sign for tickle his bum. Ginny started leering over Harry\'s body, then tapped his bracelet to turn him into his cat costume. Ginny said she had an idea and left the room for a moment, then she came back holding \"Little Harry\" in her hands. She dropped Little Harry on Harry\'s backside and immediately the kitten started digging his claws into Harry\'s costume fabric to soften himself up a place to sleep.

Harry gave out cries of, \"OOP! EEP! OW! OUCH! Get\'im off! Ow!\"

Then the tiny kitten curled up to have a nap.

\"That really hurt!\" said Harry, trying to emphasize it wasn\'t funny.

The girls however, thought it was hilarious and could help but adore this little apple-sized kitten curled up on Harry\'s lower back. He shut his eyes, tucked his head in as though to ignore everyone and began to purr.

\"If I hear you guys go \'Awww\' one more time and I\'m going to throw up,\" said Harry.

Hermione began to focus her attention on Harry and was pointing something out to Ginny.

\"It\'s right here,\" Hermione explained as she pointed by running her fingers over Harry, \"If you put pressure against the upper back area. This is where it\'s handy to have big boobs by the way. The pressure against the muscle in the upper back helps to render them helpless.\"

\"What are you doing?\" asked Harry.

\"Quiet, you,\" said Hermione, who then slapped Harry\'s behind.

The slap shook the kitten, who then raised his sleepy head and half opened his eyes in a gesture of \"Hey! Quit shaking the bed!\" and then went back to sleep.

\"Okay, now the place where you bite them is right here where the base of the neck meets the shoulder,\" said Hermione, \"Usually the most effective place to bite them is on the right side, but the left side can work as well.\"

\"What about BOTH sides?\" asked Ginny.

\"We\'re going to find out,\" said Hermione.

\"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa,\" said Harry, \"Now hold up a minute, I-\"

Harry never really had much of a chance to finish his sentence. Hermione released the binding spell just to see how much of a struggle he could put up when being bitten by two girls at once, and it wasn\'t much. The crushing feeling against his back was like the time when Hermione turned feral and killed Harry\'s link to Voldemort, and in turn Voldemort as well. Any motion of his arms, even just breathing would cause muscles to shift around and send intense pangs of helplessness throughout him.
Ginny wanted to look into Harry\'s face so she picked up Little Harry and dropped him on another bed. He was angry about being moved. No one had been sleeping on this other bed so it was cold. He wanted to sleep where the heat was but since the people were playing silly buggers on the other bed he figured he should just curl up on the pillow and zone out for a while.
The girls turned Harry over and Ginny removed Harry\'s glasses, to adore his kitten painted face. Hermione was describing to Ginny how to position her head so to bite Harry from the front.

\"This is where we did it,\" said Hermione, \"Right in this very bed.\"

\"I wish I was there,\" said Ginny, \"I wish it was me, I wish I could have delivered the death blow to that bastard. If I had any idea that this would have saved Harry and kill Voldemort I swear would have skipped off from the burrow, hitchhiked if I had to, to Surrey, and taken Harry down in the middle of the street.\"

Hermione left out the part of explaining it had to be a bond of true love for it to work. She wanted Ginny to have closure.

\"We had no idea, at first,\" said Hermione, \"The first time we made out, it was just a kink I had from being feral. McGonagall actually came to the house afterwards looking for us and told me that what we were doing was killing Voldemort, so I came up here, cornered Harry on the bed just like this and took him down.\"

\"Was he wearing this?\" asked Ginny.

\"No, he bought that as a gift for me later.\"

\"God, he\'s so beautiful,\" said Ginny, \"Look at him. He\'s like a helpless angel.\"

\"Did you want to fuck him?\" asked Hermione.

\"Too right,\" said Ginny, \"Can we bite him first, for a while?\"

Hermione told her to go right ahead, and Ginny nuzzled into Harry\'s neck to help herself. Her mind was raped by Voldemort, she saw the same thing happen to someone she loved, or at least had a crush on. Ginny wanted to hold Harry, like she dreamed of, fantasized about, rescuing him from the clutches of Voldemort, and despite the fact he had already been released from that deadly possession, Harry still needed to be held.
When the girls were done Hermione began to train Ginny to have prowess in the Delectatio spell, and they practiced on Harry. They held him down and tormented him for a while. Ginny’s spell was surprisingly powerful, almost out of control like when the first night Harry tried it. Well trained and able to keep the spell going on her own, Hermione decided it was time to use Ginny to try something she had wanted for months. She encouraged Harry to sodomize her while Ginny spelled Delectatio up his ass. Entering her was a lot easier than when Harry entered Ginny as Hermione, but that Hermione wasn’t trained. A week of walking around with buttplugs inside her had loosened Hermione’s colon enough just to take Harry in her, but not much more. Giant masses of Delectatio ejaculated out of Harry and into Hermione’s behind. Even Ginny wanted her own turn but Hermione said she should train her own behind before trying something so intense, and she had to be taught how to avoid the grotesque side effects that occurred afterwards.