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Harry Potter biting fantasy
Time frame. This event is in Book Two, and occurs between Chapters 12 and 13 after Hermione is stuck as an anthrocat from the polyjuice potion.
Harry had just come back from visiting Hermione in the hospital wing. Every night after supper he would stop by to drop off her assignments from classes and catch her up on what was going on. It was getting a little troublesome how little she had changed since she was turned into a cat person by the polyjuice potion. Only a week had passed since they took the potion made of ill-gotten ingredients that may have gotten them expelled if the contents of which ever became known, but Madame Pomfrey had this wonderful policy of non-disclosure that prevented both embarrassment and punishment. Harry doubted if even Professor Snape had any true idea at all why Hermione was laid up.
As much as Harry admired Madame Pomfrey, and her consistent skill, he was beginning to worry about Hermione. There was no problem ever brought before Madame Pomfrey that Harry didn't witness her fix in less than a day. She re-grew the bones in his arm that were vanished by Professor Lockhart in a single night. Any long term treatment she had to administer was always accurately diagnosed as to exactly how long it would take to cure. When she said it would take a fortnight and twelve minutes you could set your watch to it.
Madame Pomfrey did not make a diagnosis as to how long it would take to return Hermione to normal. Of course she always offered her usual confident canter that Hermione would be cured, but the lack of a time frame had a rather ominous feel that this was serious, and that maybe Madame Pomfrey's confidence was just her professional bedside manner. Hermione herself was also being a little dodgy as to when she might be cured. During their last meeting when he brought it up among their subjects she gave Harry a very strange and ominous look, even for a girl with a cat's face.
"Madame Pomfrey is actually working on something tonight," said Hermione, "Something, significant that is supposed to trigger the reverse of the transformation."
"Well what's all this medicine you've been taking up until now?" asked Harry.
"Well... that's all in preparation for this.." Hermione stammered a bit, "Harry.. what I have been taking up till now has been only a catalyst potion, something to prepare for what she has in store for tonight."
"It sounds serious," said Harry.
"It is," said Hermione.
Harry dropped it after that. He knew that whatever it was, it was probably going to taste very nasty. The bone re-growing potion he took nearly made him vomit, and there was no point in dwelling over that in front of Hermione. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something else, something more serious. The only time Harry had ever seen an expression like Hermione's (well there was no expression, really, like Hermione's) was when Uncle Vernon was going in for surgery for a busted gall bladder.
There was surprisingly no activity in the Griffindor common room when Harry reached it. Just as curiously Harry had found Ron and the other roommates asleep in their beds. It was dark when he looked out the window, and figured it must have been much later than he thought. He changed into his pyjamas a little disappointed the lads didn't want to stay up and play a game of ginger snaps. From the look on his watch, it was only a little after nine.
Just at that moment, Harry became consciously aware there was this permissive heavy feeling in the air that was making him sleepy, like someone had cast a powerful spell on the room. No, not the room, the whole Griffindor Tower. Harry realized he had felt it ever since he made his way past the Fat Lady's portrait. As much as he wanted to dismiss it as something like general fatigue from all the studying, he couldn't help but think the air was very strange.
Almost like he didn't mean to, Harry caught himself fluffing his pillow and laying down to sleep. The last thing he remembered to do was to take off his glasses. Just as he laid his glasses down on the night table, Harry noticed someone was coming up the stairs with what looked like a lit-tipped wand. His hand could not return his glasses to his face. He couldn't even lift his head to see who was coming. All he could make out was a billowing shadowy figure making his way to the foot of his bed. The figure put the tip of their lit wand out, then exclaimed;
"Expidio dormino.'
Immediately Harry felt normal and awake. He sat up right away to see Madame Pomfrey standing at the foot of his bed.
"A dormitory sleeping spell," said Madame Pomfrey, anticipating Harry's curiosity, "Dumbledore has me put a spell on a house once in a while when their late night rabble rousing gets a little out of hand."
Harry sat up and put his glasses on.
Clumsily Harry asked "Madame, what are-"
"You have to come with me, Harry," said Madame Pomfrey, "It's Hermione, she needs your help."
"What's wrong?" asked Harry, feeling a panic.
"Oh nothing, nothing new, if that's what you mean," said Pomfrey, "Just grab your housecoat, Harry, I'll explain on the way."
Halfway down the great staircase Madame Pomfrey had explained she already knew everything about the polyjuice potion and was a little frustrated she had to repeatedly explain to Harry he was not going to get in trouble for it.
"I wouldn't put an entire house to sleep, just to sneak a student out for detention," said Madame Pomfrey, "No Harry, this is a bit of a private matter. That's why I thought it was best for no one to see you leave the tower and do it at night."
"What is it you need help for?" asked Harry.
"Your blood, Harry," said Pomfrey.
Harry remembered something of muggle remedies and asked, "Did you need a blood transfusion? I don't think Hermione and I are the same type."
"That's smart thinking, Harry," said Madame Pomfrey, "If you gave that answer in a magical first aid class I'd give you five points for mentioning that. No, it's not a blood transfusion, but something similar. You see you transformed back to normal from the polyjuice spell and your blood retains a magical signature of that successful transformation."
"How long does my blood retain this magical signature?" asked Harry.
"Without interference from other spells, for the rest of your life," said Madame Pomfrey, "That signature can be used to return Hermione to normal, but it is absolutely essential for it to work that the donator drank from the exact same potion as the one who had the spell go wrong for them. So, Harry, this is important. Did you drink from the same polyjuice potion as Hermione?"
"Yes," said Harry, "We both drank from the same potion, at the exact same time."
"Excellent," said Madame Pomfrey, "Well, this should work then."
Harry half expected Madame Pomfrey to chastise Harry a little after openly admitting to taking such a potentially dangerous po mad made of controlled substances that most likely would have to be stolen. Those things never seemed to bother Madame Pomfrey, much. Maybe it was just years of growing used to the antics of young wizards.
Madame Pomfrey led Harry into the hospital ward and up to Hermione's bed that was surrounded by curtains. Strangely she seemed to develop an embarrassed look upon her face and she hurriedly took a vile from her robes.
"You better drink this right away, Harry," said Madame Pomfrey, "Don't worry, this actually tastes good. One gulp of the whole thing if you please."
The vile had a pink solution inside, it looked and tasted like cream soda. Once it was down Harry was overcome with a very pleasant feeling that left him a little giddy and drunk.
"Right then, I\'ll leave you two," said Pomfrey.
Harry stood there for a moment, feeling silly, then he perked up.
"Madame Pomfrey," said Harry, "You're not staying? How do we do this without-"
"You'll be fine, Harry," said Pomfrey, "You don't need my help."
Harry felt that Pomfrey was trying to rush her way out without really explaining anything.
"Hermione?" he asked.
"I'm here, Harry," she said from behind the curtain.
Hermione pushed the curtain aside and invited Harry to sit on the bed next to her. The potion he had just taken was making him feel very good, but it didn't overcome his curiosity.
"Hermione, are you going to take my blood by yourself?" asked Harry.
Hermione looked Harry right straight in the eyes and said, "Yes."
Strangely, that didn't bother Harry as much as he felt it should.
"How?" asked Harry as sat on the bed and began to giggle.
"Uhm, you better take that pyjama top off," said Hermione.
Hermione was sitting close enough to Harry to tickle his face with her whiskers. She was unbuttoning Harry's top as though she was just helping herself to him, and that didn't bother Harry at all.
"Do you have an undershirt on?" asked Hermione, "That better go to."
Harry was wondering if that potion Madame Pomfrey gave him was supposed to make him drunk as he felt his inhibitions disappear. He stared at Hermione's breasts being so close to him. For a moment her bosom pressed against his face as she leaned into him to pull his undershirt off over his head. Once his shirt was off, Hermione looked a little shocked, then intrigued as she studied his skin.
Harry pointed to Hermione's pyjama top and asked, "Hermione, are you all fur under there?"
"Yes," she said.
"Can I see it?" he asked.
For a moment reason came back to his head, and Harry turned his face away as he realized Hermione must see he was leering at her breasts.
Harry stammered, "I'm... I'm so-"
"Harry, it's okay. You're not going to remember any of this tomorrow," said Hermione.
Hermione unbuttoned her pyjama top. For the first time Harry could see that Hermione was actually had a two toned fur colour on her body. Around her bosom and torso the fur was an inviting creamy white colour, much like a tuxedo coloured cat. Then Harry remembered there was a tuxedo coloured cat that hung around the Slytherin Tower. It must have been Millicent Bulstrode's cat, the one Hermione accidentally got the hair from that transformed her into a cat girl.
Hermione reached out and took Harry's right hand, and carefully placed it on her left breast letting his fingers stroke the fur. This was the most fascinating and exciting thing Harry ever felt. He fondled Hermione's flesh and fur and she began to breathe heavily on him. Her tail started to twitch about. With both hands she held his head and kissed him aggressively. Her furry face felt funny against his and tickled him. Reluctantly Harry took his hands off Hermione's breasts and put them around her back. With a shock of breath Hermione broke the kiss.
"Harry, uhh, we shouldn't... y'know. We're not.. prepared."
Harry shook his head and said, "I understand."
As much as Hermione was being reluctant to take her sexual desires any further, she looked to Harry as though she had every intention of doing to him whatever she wanted.
"Turn over and lay on your stomach," said Hermione.
Doing his best to hide an erection, Harry shifted around on the sheets to turn over as Hermione felt the bare skin of his torso wier fer furry paws. Touching the side of his ribs caused Harry to cry out a little.
"Aww, ticklish?" asked Hermione.
For a few seconds Hermione tormented Harry by tickling his ribs. Harry tried to lay a flat as he could on his stomach to keep Hermione from reaching his ribs.
"Up on your elbows," said Hermione.
"No more tickling!" said Harry.
"Alright, alright," said Hermione.
"This blood thing," asked Harry as he began to feel a little nervous, "How do we do this?"
"Uhm, you've heard how people get turned into werewolves, right?" said Hermione as she ran her fingers around Harry's naked back, "It's kinda the same thing, except in reverse."
"You're going to bite me?!?" Harry yelled.
"Not hard," said Hermione.
"You have to draw blood!" Harry yelled again.
"Well, okay, hard then," said Hermione, "It's not going to hurt, much, that potion Madame Pomfrey gave you is supposed to help with that."
"I think all she gave me was a shot of hard liquor," said Harry, "I feel drunk."
"It's not liquor, Harry," said Hermione, "You're too young to drink."
Harry let out a short guffaw over that statement, they were both a little young for a lot of things they were doing right now, but that didn't seem to ever stop them. Hermione laid down on top of Harry's back with her right arm going around Harry's torso and her left arm around his neck. She leaned her head into the right side of Harry's head and smelled his hair.
"Harry, you know I would never hurt you in a million years," she whispered into his ear.
Then to play with Harry she tongued his ear with her long cat's tongue, just to feel him giggle and squirm underneath her. Then she started to get serious. Harry could feel her breathe heavily on him again, just as she did when he was fondling her breasts. Lasciviously Hermione glided her tongue down Harry's neck, and along his trapezus muscle joined ts shs shoulder. For this to work, Hermione had to get aroused, she didn't want to tell Harry all the details because it might frighten him.
As Hermione was getting aroused she felt, mixed with her sex, a great desire to consume Harry, to bite him. Her teeth yearned for the warm gush of his blood and like an erection, her fangs extended out slightly to penetrate Harry's skin. Harry could feel Hermione grip tighten and shift her head around, her fangs glided against his skin on his lower neck looking for just that right spot.
Like taking a virgin, Hermione entered Harry's neck with her fangs. Harry let out a little helpless moan as he lost all resistance against Hermione. It was an intense feeling, like pleasure and pain mixed together overwhelming him and paralysing him. Hermione didn't feel remorse over Harry's reaction, in fact it turned her on, like she was raping him. She wasn't herself at this moment, she had gone feral, and she liked it.
Harry utt utterly helpless in Hermione's arms, but it wasn't bothering him. There were two fangs in his neck, he was totally limp with the weight of Hermione's body almost crushing the muscles in his back, and he felt perfectly fine. It was a little weird he wasn't bleeding at all from the bite. Harry surmised the potion he took must have had something to do with that. Whatever blood he lost was going directly into Hermione.
For hours Hermione worked her fangs into Harry's neck, and he didn't fall asleep until well past midnight. When he finally did Hermione stopped biting him and turned Harry over. For a moment she was a little disturbed as to how light Harry felt in her arms, then she figured going feral must have made her much stronger. Lovingly she held Harry's head against her naked furry breasts and went to sleep.
The next morning, Harry woke up in Griffindor tower with vague sexual images in his head from the previous night. Immediately he thought he must have had a wet dream and yearned it was a shame he couldn't remember more. As he sat up he felt something funny in his mouth. He pulled his fingers against his tongue and removed several white hairs out of his mouth.
"Where the hell did this come from?" asked Harry.
"What's that?" asked Ron from the other side of the room.
"I've got cat hair in my mouth!" said Harry.
"It's probably that orange cat that belongs to that seventh year girl. All it does is sleep on pillows all day," said Ron, "I'll go talk to them to keep that cat out of the boy's dormitory."
"Yeah... but, it's not orange hair," said Harry, "It's white."
Hermione was in the hospital wing in her bed waiting for her breakfast and examining rune drawings. She had full memory of what happened the previous night, and would never forget it. Would she ever tell Harry about the previous night? She didn't know, maybe, she thought, if she ever became intimate with him ever again. There was one thing she regretted, though, and felt herself a coward for avoiding it, she felt she should have made love to him.
All morning after Hermione woke up, she masturbated with her cat's tail, until of all crazy things it broke off. For a second she looked at it with her wide cat's eyes and thought,
"Well... I guess that's the first thing to go when you turn back to normal."
Harry had just come back from visiting Hermione in the hospital wing. Every night after supper he would stop by to drop off her assignments from classes and catch her up on what was going on. It was getting a little troublesome how little she had changed since she was turned into a cat person by the polyjuice potion. Only a week had passed since they took the potion made of ill-gotten ingredients that may have gotten them expelled if the contents of which ever became known, but Madame Pomfrey had this wonderful policy of non-disclosure that prevented both embarrassment and punishment. Harry doubted if even Professor Snape had any true idea at all why Hermione was laid up.
As much as Harry admired Madame Pomfrey, and her consistent skill, he was beginning to worry about Hermione. There was no problem ever brought before Madame Pomfrey that Harry didn't witness her fix in less than a day. She re-grew the bones in his arm that were vanished by Professor Lockhart in a single night. Any long term treatment she had to administer was always accurately diagnosed as to exactly how long it would take to cure. When she said it would take a fortnight and twelve minutes you could set your watch to it.
Madame Pomfrey did not make a diagnosis as to how long it would take to return Hermione to normal. Of course she always offered her usual confident canter that Hermione would be cured, but the lack of a time frame had a rather ominous feel that this was serious, and that maybe Madame Pomfrey's confidence was just her professional bedside manner. Hermione herself was also being a little dodgy as to when she might be cured. During their last meeting when he brought it up among their subjects she gave Harry a very strange and ominous look, even for a girl with a cat's face.
"Madame Pomfrey is actually working on something tonight," said Hermione, "Something, significant that is supposed to trigger the reverse of the transformation."
"Well what's all this medicine you've been taking up until now?" asked Harry.
"Well... that's all in preparation for this.." Hermione stammered a bit, "Harry.. what I have been taking up till now has been only a catalyst potion, something to prepare for what she has in store for tonight."
"It sounds serious," said Harry.
"It is," said Hermione.
Harry dropped it after that. He knew that whatever it was, it was probably going to taste very nasty. The bone re-growing potion he took nearly made him vomit, and there was no point in dwelling over that in front of Hermione. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something else, something more serious. The only time Harry had ever seen an expression like Hermione's (well there was no expression, really, like Hermione's) was when Uncle Vernon was going in for surgery for a busted gall bladder.
There was surprisingly no activity in the Griffindor common room when Harry reached it. Just as curiously Harry had found Ron and the other roommates asleep in their beds. It was dark when he looked out the window, and figured it must have been much later than he thought. He changed into his pyjamas a little disappointed the lads didn't want to stay up and play a game of ginger snaps. From the look on his watch, it was only a little after nine.
Just at that moment, Harry became consciously aware there was this permissive heavy feeling in the air that was making him sleepy, like someone had cast a powerful spell on the room. No, not the room, the whole Griffindor Tower. Harry realized he had felt it ever since he made his way past the Fat Lady's portrait. As much as he wanted to dismiss it as something like general fatigue from all the studying, he couldn't help but think the air was very strange.
Almost like he didn't mean to, Harry caught himself fluffing his pillow and laying down to sleep. The last thing he remembered to do was to take off his glasses. Just as he laid his glasses down on the night table, Harry noticed someone was coming up the stairs with what looked like a lit-tipped wand. His hand could not return his glasses to his face. He couldn't even lift his head to see who was coming. All he could make out was a billowing shadowy figure making his way to the foot of his bed. The figure put the tip of their lit wand out, then exclaimed;
"Expidio dormino.'
Immediately Harry felt normal and awake. He sat up right away to see Madame Pomfrey standing at the foot of his bed.
"A dormitory sleeping spell," said Madame Pomfrey, anticipating Harry's curiosity, "Dumbledore has me put a spell on a house once in a while when their late night rabble rousing gets a little out of hand."
Harry sat up and put his glasses on.
Clumsily Harry asked "Madame, what are-"
"You have to come with me, Harry," said Madame Pomfrey, "It's Hermione, she needs your help."
"What's wrong?" asked Harry, feeling a panic.
"Oh nothing, nothing new, if that's what you mean," said Pomfrey, "Just grab your housecoat, Harry, I'll explain on the way."
Halfway down the great staircase Madame Pomfrey had explained she already knew everything about the polyjuice potion and was a little frustrated she had to repeatedly explain to Harry he was not going to get in trouble for it.
"I wouldn't put an entire house to sleep, just to sneak a student out for detention," said Madame Pomfrey, "No Harry, this is a bit of a private matter. That's why I thought it was best for no one to see you leave the tower and do it at night."
"What is it you need help for?" asked Harry.
"Your blood, Harry," said Pomfrey.
Harry remembered something of muggle remedies and asked, "Did you need a blood transfusion? I don't think Hermione and I are the same type."
"That's smart thinking, Harry," said Madame Pomfrey, "If you gave that answer in a magical first aid class I'd give you five points for mentioning that. No, it's not a blood transfusion, but something similar. You see you transformed back to normal from the polyjuice spell and your blood retains a magical signature of that successful transformation."
"How long does my blood retain this magical signature?" asked Harry.
"Without interference from other spells, for the rest of your life," said Madame Pomfrey, "That signature can be used to return Hermione to normal, but it is absolutely essential for it to work that the donator drank from the exact same potion as the one who had the spell go wrong for them. So, Harry, this is important. Did you drink from the same polyjuice potion as Hermione?"
"Yes," said Harry, "We both drank from the same potion, at the exact same time."
"Excellent," said Madame Pomfrey, "Well, this should work then."
Harry half expected Madame Pomfrey to chastise Harry a little after openly admitting to taking such a potentially dangerous po mad made of controlled substances that most likely would have to be stolen. Those things never seemed to bother Madame Pomfrey, much. Maybe it was just years of growing used to the antics of young wizards.
Madame Pomfrey led Harry into the hospital ward and up to Hermione's bed that was surrounded by curtains. Strangely she seemed to develop an embarrassed look upon her face and she hurriedly took a vile from her robes.
"You better drink this right away, Harry," said Madame Pomfrey, "Don't worry, this actually tastes good. One gulp of the whole thing if you please."
The vile had a pink solution inside, it looked and tasted like cream soda. Once it was down Harry was overcome with a very pleasant feeling that left him a little giddy and drunk.
"Right then, I\'ll leave you two," said Pomfrey.
Harry stood there for a moment, feeling silly, then he perked up.
"Madame Pomfrey," said Harry, "You're not staying? How do we do this without-"
"You'll be fine, Harry," said Pomfrey, "You don't need my help."
Harry felt that Pomfrey was trying to rush her way out without really explaining anything.
"Hermione?" he asked.
"I'm here, Harry," she said from behind the curtain.
Hermione pushed the curtain aside and invited Harry to sit on the bed next to her. The potion he had just taken was making him feel very good, but it didn't overcome his curiosity.
"Hermione, are you going to take my blood by yourself?" asked Harry.
Hermione looked Harry right straight in the eyes and said, "Yes."
Strangely, that didn't bother Harry as much as he felt it should.
"How?" asked Harry as sat on the bed and began to giggle.
"Uhm, you better take that pyjama top off," said Hermione.
Hermione was sitting close enough to Harry to tickle his face with her whiskers. She was unbuttoning Harry's top as though she was just helping herself to him, and that didn't bother Harry at all.
"Do you have an undershirt on?" asked Hermione, "That better go to."
Harry was wondering if that potion Madame Pomfrey gave him was supposed to make him drunk as he felt his inhibitions disappear. He stared at Hermione's breasts being so close to him. For a moment her bosom pressed against his face as she leaned into him to pull his undershirt off over his head. Once his shirt was off, Hermione looked a little shocked, then intrigued as she studied his skin.
Harry pointed to Hermione's pyjama top and asked, "Hermione, are you all fur under there?"
"Yes," she said.
"Can I see it?" he asked.
For a moment reason came back to his head, and Harry turned his face away as he realized Hermione must see he was leering at her breasts.
Harry stammered, "I'm... I'm so-"
"Harry, it's okay. You're not going to remember any of this tomorrow," said Hermione.
Hermione unbuttoned her pyjama top. For the first time Harry could see that Hermione was actually had a two toned fur colour on her body. Around her bosom and torso the fur was an inviting creamy white colour, much like a tuxedo coloured cat. Then Harry remembered there was a tuxedo coloured cat that hung around the Slytherin Tower. It must have been Millicent Bulstrode's cat, the one Hermione accidentally got the hair from that transformed her into a cat girl.
Hermione reached out and took Harry's right hand, and carefully placed it on her left breast letting his fingers stroke the fur. This was the most fascinating and exciting thing Harry ever felt. He fondled Hermione's flesh and fur and she began to breathe heavily on him. Her tail started to twitch about. With both hands she held his head and kissed him aggressively. Her furry face felt funny against his and tickled him. Reluctantly Harry took his hands off Hermione's breasts and put them around her back. With a shock of breath Hermione broke the kiss.
"Harry, uhh, we shouldn't... y'know. We're not.. prepared."
Harry shook his head and said, "I understand."
As much as Hermione was being reluctant to take her sexual desires any further, she looked to Harry as though she had every intention of doing to him whatever she wanted.
"Turn over and lay on your stomach," said Hermione.
Doing his best to hide an erection, Harry shifted around on the sheets to turn over as Hermione felt the bare skin of his torso wier fer furry paws. Touching the side of his ribs caused Harry to cry out a little.
"Aww, ticklish?" asked Hermione.
For a few seconds Hermione tormented Harry by tickling his ribs. Harry tried to lay a flat as he could on his stomach to keep Hermione from reaching his ribs.
"Up on your elbows," said Hermione.
"No more tickling!" said Harry.
"Alright, alright," said Hermione.
"This blood thing," asked Harry as he began to feel a little nervous, "How do we do this?"
"Uhm, you've heard how people get turned into werewolves, right?" said Hermione as she ran her fingers around Harry's naked back, "It's kinda the same thing, except in reverse."
"You're going to bite me?!?" Harry yelled.
"Not hard," said Hermione.
"You have to draw blood!" Harry yelled again.
"Well, okay, hard then," said Hermione, "It's not going to hurt, much, that potion Madame Pomfrey gave you is supposed to help with that."
"I think all she gave me was a shot of hard liquor," said Harry, "I feel drunk."
"It's not liquor, Harry," said Hermione, "You're too young to drink."
Harry let out a short guffaw over that statement, they were both a little young for a lot of things they were doing right now, but that didn't seem to ever stop them. Hermione laid down on top of Harry's back with her right arm going around Harry's torso and her left arm around his neck. She leaned her head into the right side of Harry's head and smelled his hair.
"Harry, you know I would never hurt you in a million years," she whispered into his ear.
Then to play with Harry she tongued his ear with her long cat's tongue, just to feel him giggle and squirm underneath her. Then she started to get serious. Harry could feel her breathe heavily on him again, just as she did when he was fondling her breasts. Lasciviously Hermione glided her tongue down Harry's neck, and along his trapezus muscle joined ts shs shoulder. For this to work, Hermione had to get aroused, she didn't want to tell Harry all the details because it might frighten him.
As Hermione was getting aroused she felt, mixed with her sex, a great desire to consume Harry, to bite him. Her teeth yearned for the warm gush of his blood and like an erection, her fangs extended out slightly to penetrate Harry's skin. Harry could feel Hermione grip tighten and shift her head around, her fangs glided against his skin on his lower neck looking for just that right spot.
Like taking a virgin, Hermione entered Harry's neck with her fangs. Harry let out a little helpless moan as he lost all resistance against Hermione. It was an intense feeling, like pleasure and pain mixed together overwhelming him and paralysing him. Hermione didn't feel remorse over Harry's reaction, in fact it turned her on, like she was raping him. She wasn't herself at this moment, she had gone feral, and she liked it.
Harry utt utterly helpless in Hermione's arms, but it wasn't bothering him. There were two fangs in his neck, he was totally limp with the weight of Hermione's body almost crushing the muscles in his back, and he felt perfectly fine. It was a little weird he wasn't bleeding at all from the bite. Harry surmised the potion he took must have had something to do with that. Whatever blood he lost was going directly into Hermione.
For hours Hermione worked her fangs into Harry's neck, and he didn't fall asleep until well past midnight. When he finally did Hermione stopped biting him and turned Harry over. For a moment she was a little disturbed as to how light Harry felt in her arms, then she figured going feral must have made her much stronger. Lovingly she held Harry's head against her naked furry breasts and went to sleep.
The next morning, Harry woke up in Griffindor tower with vague sexual images in his head from the previous night. Immediately he thought he must have had a wet dream and yearned it was a shame he couldn't remember more. As he sat up he felt something funny in his mouth. He pulled his fingers against his tongue and removed several white hairs out of his mouth.
"Where the hell did this come from?" asked Harry.
"What's that?" asked Ron from the other side of the room.
"I've got cat hair in my mouth!" said Harry.
"It's probably that orange cat that belongs to that seventh year girl. All it does is sleep on pillows all day," said Ron, "I'll go talk to them to keep that cat out of the boy's dormitory."
"Yeah... but, it's not orange hair," said Harry, "It's white."
Hermione was in the hospital wing in her bed waiting for her breakfast and examining rune drawings. She had full memory of what happened the previous night, and would never forget it. Would she ever tell Harry about the previous night? She didn't know, maybe, she thought, if she ever became intimate with him ever again. There was one thing she regretted, though, and felt herself a coward for avoiding it, she felt she should have made love to him.
All morning after Hermione woke up, she masturbated with her cat's tail, until of all crazy things it broke off. For a second she looked at it with her wide cat's eyes and thought,
"Well... I guess that's the first thing to go when you turn back to normal."