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This story was written on a whim with a friend of mine, Kate. It is purely for entertainment purposes, please do not get offended by any of the material.

Thanks. :D

Chapter One: The Beginning

Years of sneaking around was finally paying off. Harry Potter tiptoed down the stairs ever so quietly. And there he sat waiting. Long orange locks of velvet. His eyes shone in from the light of the fire. Harry took his seat on the couch next to him.

As Harry sat down, the other member of the oblong couch turned his head to look at him. He looked at Harry's hair, the way it swayed from the obvious running it took to get him here. He pounced into Harry's lap, not wanting to waste a second.

Harry's pale and long fingered hands rushed over miles of fur. He smiled as his lover, who was curled up on his lap, began to pur loudly. A secret romance and a best friend's cat. How silly it seemed. But being in love changes everything, doesn't it?

Harry picked up his true love and held him close to his chest, petting that spot that really made him purr. Suddenly, Harry seen two shadows coming from the dorms.

"What do you mean, you lost Crookshanks?" a voice came, Harry recognized Rons voice.

He quickly set the cat back next to him, and whispered, "I'm sorry Crooky, hopefully one day we wont have to hide our love like this." Harry got up and moved to a nearby chair as Hermione and Ron stumbled out from the doorway.

"Harry?"

Harry looked up, pretending to look sleepy and confused. "Must have fallen asleep.." He mumbled, for this was the best lie he could come up with. "Anyways, what are you two doing coming in this late at night?" He raised an eyebrow and acted as though he really cared. Inside all he longed to do was hold Crookshanks.

Hermione stepped forward, "Well, I was up in my dorm and I noticed that Crookshanks had wandered off, and I when I put his food out and he still didn't come I got worried. Have you seen--" Her voice trailed off as she looked around and spotted him on the couch in the far corner, "OH! Crookshanks! There you are!" She picked him up and nuzzled him.

Harry growled in jealousy. That was his lover, not hers! How dare she!

"Er, Harry, you okay there mate?" Ron asked, his eyebrows together, obviously having heard Harrys growl.

"Oh, right, sorry I had to clear my throat..." He replied, trying not to look at the cat. "

"Oh alright. Well, night boys! Crooksy and I are headed to bed! See you in the morning!" Hermione skipped off to her room. Harry sighed and excused himself as well. 'Oh well, maybe in the morning...' he thought with anger towards Hermione.

Sleep did not come easy to Harry that night. He was awoken quite a few times to the longing and need of having Crookshanks lying on his chest. Hermione doesn't deserve him. Harry knew this, and in his mind he crossed her off from the list of who got wedding invitations.

The next morning, Harry awoke to Ron poking him in the leg. "Get up, your gonna miss breakfast." Harry rolled over, it felt like he had just fallen asleep finally. He mumbled something incoherent into his pillow. "C'mon! Get up!" Ron poked him again.

"No, go on without me, I'll see you in Potions." Harry grumbled.

Ron shrugged, "Alright mate whatever you say." A few minutes passed when something hit Harrys leg again.

"I TOLD YOU TO GO ON WITHOUT ME RO--" Harry exclaimed, then looked up, seeing only the face of his beautiful Crookshanks on the edge of his bed. "Crooky? OH CROOKY!" Harry bellowed, grabbing the feline in a tight embrace. "I knew it, I knew you'd find me!"

Joy washed over Harry as the sandpaper tongue of the cat was run over his cheek again and again. "If only I could skip breakfast, well, even classes, just for you Crooky." He kissed the top of his orange head and proceeding to get dressed.

Harry quickly ran down to the Potions room, just before Snape was about to call the room to order. "Well, lets all thank Mr. Potter for allowing us the pleasure or his company, shall we?" Snape sneered. Harry blushed and took a seat. "Today we will be learning how to turn our pets into human companions. Everyone turn to page three hundred and ninety-four." Harrys eyes widened as he turned the pages in the book.

'Oh golly, I didn't know you could do that!' He thought happily to himself.

It was a about a week before everyone had perfected the spell. Torture to Harry of course. But when Hermione had gotten the spell down and showed off Crookshanks to the class, Harry was struck with awe. He was the most handsome boy the wizard's green eyes had ever seen. He consulted with Hermione later about experimenting. Letting Crookshanks stay human for a couple days. Persuading was not a strong point, but he managed to get the job done. And a nightly meeting had come again. This truly would be an experiment. Would Crookshanks know things? How to talk, walk, and love with human qualities? Harry crept down the stairs so fast he was afraid he was going to wake someone.

Harry stepped off the last step of the stairs, and crossed the common room. Right there on the couch was Crookshanks as a human curled up in a ball, sleeping peacefully. Harry nudged the boycat with his hand, waking him up gently. Crookshanks eyes slowly opened and took in the sight of his lover. "Harry?" A voice came from the body.

"Crookshanks, you can talk?" Harry replied, stunned.

"Of course I can! Being Hermiones cat does wonders, and with all the spare time I have when your in classes, leaves me time to... learn... other things..." Crookshanks finished with a sly grin.

Harrys heart flipped inside his chest. "Oh Crookshanks!" Harry exclaimed, bringing his face next to Crookshanks. "I've waited so long for this!"

Harry's heart was racing. He wanted Crookshanks like this forever. Maybe they could run off. I'd be a strange story, but it could work. He'd be happy. No one else had to know Crookshanks was once a c-- His thoughts broke once he realized what had caused this new exhilarating feeling. He pulled away from the kiss, watching Crookshanks's eyes glow with happiness.

"What's wrong Harry?" Crookshanks asked, his eyes deeply concerned. "Aren't you ready?"

Harry nodded, "Of course I'm ready. I just... I was just thinking. Would you be opposed to staying this way for me? If you want to stay a cat thats fine, its just... I realize now, that I don't know you anymore. You're a whole new, pardon the pun, person." Harry backed away from the couch, and sat on the coffee table just infront of Crookshanks.

He watched as Crookshanks's face fell. "You... you mean, you don't love me anymore...?" His voice was shaky.

Harry jumped up. "Of co--" He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Of course I still love you. I just need to know the human you. Look, tomorrow is Saturday. What if we spend the day together. It wont look suspicious, cause well, its cool to anyone to hear about a cat's life. But we'll have to refrain from kissing." Harry's mouth twisted into a frown at that point. He took one of Crookshanks hands. It was so warm, real, non-furry. Life would be wonderful now.

End Chapter One.

Will life really be wonderful? Or will trouble arise? Find out, next chapter. :D