Without Words
A/N: During the Battle of Hogwarts, there was also some magic happening in the Gryffindor Common Room. HEDWIG DID NOT DIE.
Under the bed of Hermione Granger, the sounds of a small growl were heard. Soon enough, the young and dashing cat Crookshanks crawled out in search of satisfaction beyond human touch. "Meow…" the feline bellowed.
Suddenly, a gust of wind flew in through an open window in the girl's dormitory. Crookshanks was bewildered as a flash of white passed him by. After a couple seconds of eye adjusting, he discovered a beautiful, soft, and white feathered female standing before him. Hedwig.
Hedwig flapped her wings to realign her feathers but Crookshanks saw it as something more. He saw Hedwig dancing in slow motion, longing for her lavish yellow eyes to meet his. He purred just at the sight of her.
"Woo," Hedwig sounded while spreading her wings open wide. It appeared that she, too, wanted something more than just an animal kinship with the lynx in front of her.
Crookshanks bowed down to Hedwig, almost as if he was on the hunt. He was a lion about to pounce on a baby gazelle. Only with different intentions. And even before Hedwig could respond to the foreplay presented by him, he leaped onto her.
Hedwig's body was overwhelmed with goose bumps from the ecstasy Crookshanks was bringing her to. The ginger cat meowed with domination. Hedwig remained silent as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Suddenly, the two of them were letting out moans as they were both close to climaxing.
Before Hedwig was finished, Crookshanks came and let out a meow of release and then exited her drenched opening. He didn't care. He was only after one thing. Hedwig was furious.
Shortly after, Hedwig gazed into Crookshanks eyes one last time before tears met hers. Then, she flew out the window, filled with disappointment.