The Feathered Lust
Chapter 1:
Hedwig the owl stares into the clear night sky as the breeze ruffles his feathers. He erotically nibbles under his wing at a dead bug, he couldn't recall whether he was saving it for a midnight snack. What Hedwig really wanted to snack on was something completely different. Gryffindor pussy.
The lonely silence was pierced by the faint sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Hedwig turned around, hoping it was his goddess but alas, just that 4-eyed faggot Harry coming to stick a parcel up his ass to deliver to who knows what convicts.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy buddy. I've got something for you"
"FUCK OFF I'M SCOPING OUT THE BABES"
But all that came out was a menacing 'hoot!'. Hedwig reluctantly let Harry tie the letter around his leg, then swatted the boy in the face with his wing as he prepared for takeoff.
"YOU SILLY OWL YOU"
What a dipshit.
Now that Hedwig was in the clear, he landed in a tree, wiggled off his delivery and pissed on it. He made sure it was completely soaked, then perched there. He peered into the darkness around the building of Hogwarts. Just when he was about to give up and go jerk off to XXL Taloned Owl Babe magazine, he saw her.
Hermoine Granger.
She flipped her luscious locks over her shoulder, and strutted out of the archway with such grace and beauty. At that moment Hedwig was in love. He couldn't break his gaze away from her, the way her bottom was accentuated by her pleated skirt as she bent over to retrieve a fallen quill. He knew this wasn't right, but he just had to get some. He straightened out his coverts, cleaned out his flank and took off towards Hermoine.
He circled around her head, then landed on her shoulder. He almost felt like he was going to blow a load all over her, right there. But he had to be cool.