Hermione's Furry Little Problem

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry and Hermione explored the rest of the previously uninhabitated teacher’s private quarters. It was about the size of a small flat. As well as the sitting room, there was a small kitchen/dining area, a little study, a bathroom with an enormous tub, and a large bedroom with a king sized bed.

It was very late now, almost 3 in the morning. The pair of young wizards were exhausted and emotionally drained. It had been a very long roller-coaster of a day for them. Hermione for once was glad that they could sleep in and miss their classes. Her tears had dried, and as she was alone with Harry now, her tail was perking up in happiness again.

Professor McGonagall hadn’t made allowances for the tail when she had conjured up the flowery nightie that Hermione was wearing. Now that her bushy tail was a bit more cheerful, it had lifted up the nightie behind, and exposed her pretty naked bottom to Harry. He stiffened at the sight, but he expected that Hermone would probably just want to sleep now.

But though Hermione’s cat hormones had been quieted for the time being, her adolescent girl hormones were kicking in. She could feel the breeze on her backside and knew that Harry was getting an eyeful.

Maybe it was just the hormones, or maybe it was the potion which Professor McGonagall had given them, or a combination of the both, but Hermione could only think of one way to really make herself feel better and put aside the awful memories of the previous afternoon and a few hours ago for a good night’s sleep. She wanted Harry again, so she could remember how good they had felt before leaving the hospital wing.

But Hermione was very tired too, and wasn’t sure that either of them had the energy for a full-blown romp again. She could see Harry’s erection making a tent in his pajama bottoms, and she guided him to the bed where they both lay down facing each other.

Harry smiled at his girlfriend and put an arm around her. He began to stroke Hermione’s bushy tail, rubbing it up and down. The electrical tingles traveled down her tail and up her spine. She purred and arched her back as she began to moisten between her legs again. Some of her cat hormones were aroused again too, because she felt an urge to lick Harry and give him love bites--which she proceeded to do after removing his pajama shirt.

She pulled off her nightgown and placed one of Harry’s hands on a breast, and another between her thighs. Harry knew what Hermione wanted, and was more than happy to oblige. She had been licking his belly button and chest with her rough cat tongue, and nibbling his nipples. Harry was astounded at how pleasurable it was to have his own nipples sucked. He thought he would give that a try too.

He gave her breast a gentle squeeze and began tweaking the hard nipple lazily with his fingers, and he put his mouth on her other breast and began sucking hungrily. His wet tongue flicked around the nipple in his mouth while the one hand on Hermione’s breast moved down her torso and cupped one of her little lower breasts, playing with its nipple. She purred loudly as ripples of pleasure spread out from everywhere that Harry was touching her. Harry was rubbing Hermione’s damp hairless slit, and his fingers pushed into her opening while his thumb instinctively found the nub of her clitoris.

Meanwhile, Hermione’s warm hands had wrapped around Harry’s engorged penis and slowly began to caress and squeeze it. Harry felt a delightful throbbing sensation. Hermione began to masturbate Harry in earnest. He moaned, and tightening his buttocks, he began to thrust himself into the sheath her hands had formed.

Hermione’s fluffy tail began to whip around as it had before. Her cat ears flattened and she began to meow in delight as Harry kept sucking her hard nipples, and his thumb rubbed her clit with his fingers buried inside her.

Harry knew now, that once Hermione started yowling, she was getting nearer to that moment of utter bliss. He was barely able to contain himself any longer. Hermione’s hands felt so good around his erection.

Hermione couldn’t hold it back any longer and she began to climax ecstatically. That put Harry over the top, and a load of semen shot from the tip of his penis, splattering against Hermione’s abdomen. Panting, he jerked back and forth in her hands, and volley after volley of his sticky fluid landed on Hermione’s belly and soaked her fingers.

In the ebbing heat of passion, Hermione’s cat curiosity got the better of her, and she licked the stickiness off her fingers. Harry’s dripping penis began to deflate as he sighed in contentment and lay back on his pillow. Sated, the two young lovers passed out, their arms wrapped around each other.