A/N: After two long years, I've finally reached fanfic #500!! To reach that number, I've decided to go and break my golden rule: to never write Harry Potter fanfics. I like to support the lesser franchises and series that don't receive as many fics (along with some exceptions to the rule), and I didn't believe that I should even bother wasting my time writing for something that gets almost a thousand fics in every few days...or more!

I'm definitely not saying that I think I'm too good for writing for such a series, but I just didn't think there was a point for me to indulge into something that I know very well (I've read every book), but have very little desire to write about.

Also, this is just a short little weird thing I thought up of while reading through the second book to keep from being bored.


An alternate take on Harry and Ron's reaction to Hermione's cat form:

When Hermione stepped out of the bathroom stall, both Harry and Ron froze up on the spot. The young witch's face was covered in black fur, two pointy ears had sprouted out of the top of her head, and a long sleek black tail hung loose out of her bottom.

"I...It seems that those hairs I used in the Polyjuice Potion...the ones I got off of Millicent Bulstrode...were her cat's hairs..." she mumbled, terribly embarrassed with what had happened to herself. At that moment, she would have been perfectly happy being struck down by lightning on the spot.

Harry and Ron, however, were ecstatic over the change.

Looking her over, Ron smirked and said, "So...a cat, huh?"

Hermione nodded as she hung her head in shame.

"Niiiice..."

"If we shave the fur off her face, she'll look just like a catgirl!!" Harry cried happily.

"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE RIGHT!!! THEN WE CAN HAVE ALL SORTS OF KINKY HENTAI-DOUJIN ADVENTURES!!!" Ron squealed.

Growing more and more frightened by her two friends' actions, Hermione slowly began to back away towards the door.

Harry gasped. "YO, DUDE, SHE'S GETTING AWAY!!!"

"THE CATGIRL IS MIIIINE..." Ron screamed, drool pouring out of his mouth. He leaped at Hermione, only to fall flat on his face as she rushed out into the hallway and ran off, screaming like a banshee.

As Harry helped Ron up, he said, "Dang, we missed her..."

Ron wiped the blood from his nose and grinned. "Don't worry...she'll have to return to the dorms at SOME point..."

Wide, perverted grins broke out on both Harry and Ron's faces.