Neko's Mating Instincts
After the Polyjuice Incident, Hermione is stuck with cat ears and tail, however, her new instincts within her are screaming at her to start a family, and after talking to Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall, they allow her to start a family at Hogwarts, with her boyfriend, Harry Potter. [Harry x Hermione]
[This does contain Consensual/Semi-Consensual Pre-Teen Sex, and is rather wholesome]
Crossposted to my A03 account; UnknownEnforcer
It was all going so well for Ron and Harry; they had successfully infiltrated the Slytherin Common rooms under the guise of Crabbe and Goyle, trying to figure out what is happening around the school, and to see if Malfoy was either behind it, or orchestrating it.
It was an experience that both boys would want to forget as soon as possible. Not only for the fact that lumbering around as those massive idiots was extremely challenging – especially for Harry, he was struggling to even stand up right with the additional mass of his body – but acting like idiots and trying to stay in character, then talking with Draco Malfoy was another thing.
It was so tempting to punch that slimy git in the nose and be done with it, but then, that would jeopardize the whole 'mission' and be a very good waste of precious time and effort that Hermione went through to actually concoct this Polyjuice Potion.
However, when they returned to Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom on the second floor, they were greeted with a giggling Moaning Myrtle, saying how an accident had happened with Hermione, and after many minutes of desperate pleading, Hermione had finally come out of the stall, and what greeted them was a large shock, to not only Harry, but to Ron as well.
Hermione Granger had cat hair covering nearly all of her face, along with whiskers on her cheeks, and she had two large black ears poking out from her bushy brown hair, twitching at every small sound, with a rather fluffy looking black tail that was swaying gently behind her.
Yet, it had all been too much for Hermione, the sheer stress that she was feeling, along with the combined fear of the possibility of getting stuck like this, going to the Hospital Wing and explaining what had happened, along with the looks that she was getting from both Harry and Ron, she had fainted.
At least she didn't hit the floor, as Harry was quick enough to stop her fall, and she was now leaning against Harry's rather skinny frame.
However, now, things had been quickly deteriorating between Harry and Ron, mainly due to the fact that Ron was being a prat and wasn't being helpful at all in this current situation!
"Ron! Are you going to help me, or not?" Harry questioned, raising his voice slightly at the gangly, redheaded pre-teen for the fact that he wasn't even willing to help him carry Hermione to the Hospital Wing.
"Why should I?" Ron stated, huffing a little as he turned his back on Harry, "It's not like she is my girlfriend or anything, so it isn't my problem."
Harry gritted his teeth at Ron, finding his temper rising at the way Ron was acting, it was almost as bad as the Dursley's, but at the opposite end of the spectrum!
"Fine!" Harry finally said, glaring at the back of Ron, "If you are going to be a git, then leave!"
"I will!" Ron yelled out, before storming out of the bathroom, his large footfalls echoing all around the bathroom as he slammed the massive doors closed behind him, leaving an unconscious Hermione and Harry alone with a giggling ghost.
"Oh, I do love me some drama between friends~" Myrtle cooed out, giving a cheeky little smirk to Harry.
However, Harry was not having any of that, instead, he turned his attention from the door that Ron just exited, and turned a rather ferocious glare – for an eleven-year-old – to the ghost of Moaning Myrtle, "No wonder why you were bullied." He snapped out, causing the ghost of the girl to look at him, almost wide-eyed, "If you act like that when something bad happens to someone else, I can see why you were bullied."
There was a very awkward moment of complete silence within the bathroom, and Harry felt rather terrible for snapping at the ghost like that, however, as he was about to open his mouth to apologize to the poor ghost, Moaning Myrtle beat him to it.
"Sorry..." She murmured out, before her ghostly hand ran up the other one, before she looked away, a small frown on her face as she did so, "I went too far..." She spoke out softly, still rubbing her arm like it would make her feel better.
"Listen, I'm sorry." Harry spoke out, garnering the attention of the depressed ghost, "I didn't mean to snap like that. I'm just very concerned right now." He admitted to the ghost.
"I understand." Myrtle said, seemingly cheering back up again and gaining a hint more of color to her form, "I'll warn Madame Pomfrey about your arrival." She said, dipping her head as she made her way towards the bathroom wall, however, before she did so, she twirled around, and gave a cheeky wink to Harry, "Have fun with your new kitty cat~" She sang out before Moaning Myrtle disappeared through the bathroom walls, her small giggles following after her until it became silent within the unused bathroom.
"She can be really annoying at times." Harry muttered out, feeling a pang of annoyance about Moaning Myrtle, however, he still felt terrible about what he said to the poor ghost girl.
He had promised himself that he would never bully anyone, or make fun of them, as it would make him seem like the Dursley's had corrupted him. But, just then, he had broken his own promise, and he felt terrible.
He made a quick mental note to find Moaning Myrtle after this mess was all over, to apologize properly to her.
Shaking his head away from those current thoughts, he was glad that even Moaning Myrtle had not realized the relationship that he and Hermione had, as he wanted to keep it a secret – no matter how challenging or impossible it might be at Hogwarts.
He didn't want to have even more limelight than he did thanks to his last name, along with Malfoy's constant jeers being thrown about.
He really, really didn't want all of Hogwarts to know that he was indeed in a relationship – as serious as one is when they are only eleven years of age – nor for the fact that he was the boyfriend to the nerdy bookworm that was a know-it-all.
Plus, that would only give Malfoy even more stuff to use against him – or, in the worst-case scenario; her – to give them even more grief when it wasn't even needed.
Sighing to himself, Harry shook his head away from those thoughts, before he positioned Hermione very carefully. With one hand underneath her knees, and the other supporting her back, Harry made sure that her brown locks were covering her face – but he made sure to keep her nose free, so she could inhale, even though she was knocked out - as he doubted that Hermione would want other students seeing this state of her.
However, deep down, he knew that something might get out about this, about Hermione's state of being currently, perhaps through the loudmouth that is Ron Weasley, or perhaps on a more annoying case would be Moaning Myrtle telling the other ghosts or portraits.
Then, he knew that it would spread like wildfire. Some portraits and ghosts just couldn't keep their mouths shut when it needed to be done.
"Don't worry, Mione." Harry murmured out to Hermione, calling her by a cute little pet name that she had allowed him to call her – after all, what kind of relationship didn't have cute little pet names - "I'll get you to Madame Pomfrey."
With that small statement said, Harry slowly made his way towards the Hospital Wing that was on the other side of the school.
At least he knew a way there that wasn't through many corridors, so at least that would save some hassle.
"Finally..." Harry murmured out; his face covered in a light layer of sweat as his journey had finally come to an end as he was able to see the large doors of the Medical Wing come ever so closer to him.
Grunting in exertion as he once again shifted the still unconscious Hermione to get a better grip, and to help alleviate his aching joints and muscles – he would never say it out loud, but Hermione was heavy!
What also made the trip rather annoying, was the fact that Hermione's tail kept on swishing around, and sometimes, it shot up and nearly smacked across the face, causing him to stumble every which way to try and avoid the bloody thing!
Shaking his head away from those thoughts, he looked down at his unconscious girlfriend, and somewhere during the journey, she had managed move, and even gave a soft little mewl – that made his heart melt at hearing – and she had snuggled into his body, with her head basically being placed right against his body.
He had an inkling that she was just enjoying the sound of his beating heart, and he had a few idle thoughts that if Hermione could purr, she would totally be doing it right now.
However, now taking a quick glance, he was able to see that it was getting very late out, and the twinkling stars, and the moons rays were leaking through the many, beautiful stained-glass windows.
Once again shaking his head from those thoughts, Harry soon came upon the Medical Wing door, and gently shifting Hermione in his arms, he brought out his hand and rapped on the door three times.
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
Immediately bringing his hand back underneath Hermione to help support her weight, he waited anxiously as the echoes of the knocking rung around him.
Thankfully, a few moments later, he was able to hear the footfalls of someone behind the door, and knowing that Madam Pomfrey was the only one that was located in the Hospital Wing – why Hogwarts only had one Madam and not two, was beyond him – and soon enough, one of the large double doors opened, and she looked at them.
"Come in you two." Pomfrey said softly, in order to not wake the other few patients in the room with her. Opening the door up fully, she stepped to the side, allowing them entrance into her domain – yes, she actually called it that.
"Thanks." Harry murmured out, stepping into the room, and hearing the closing door behind him, he soon waited, and surely enough, Madam Pomfrey rounded upon him, looking at both him and the unconscious Hermione with a displeased look.
"Now, I have been told by Myrtle that there has been an accident." She said, not even letting Harry continue, she went on, "Now, why you did such a risky and stupid thing is beyond me, but for now, I need to focus on Hermione."
In a swift movement, Hermione was taken out of Harry's arms – despite it being rather challenging to have Hermione loosen her grip – and the matron of Hogwarts zipped across the room in what seemed to be a blink of an eye, and moments later, Hermione was placed on one of the free hospital beds – although, surprisingly enough, there wasn't anyone in the other beds in the room.
"Mr. Potter." Madame Pomfrey spoke out, garnering Harry's attention as he looked at the motherly matron, who had already seen him many times in only two years.
"Yes?" He asked, not sure as to what she wanted.
"I'm afraid that you will need to leave us for the night." She spoke out, not even looking at Harry as instead, she was using a small spell to check over Hermione, "You may visit her in the morning. Or, if something goes wrong, I'll send a house-elf to collect you."
Nodding his head, Harry gave one more gaze to Hermione, and he felt really nervous, and he didn't want to leave her behind, "Good night, Hermione..." He whispered out.
It seemed as though his small whisper managed to get through to the unconscious girl, as a small smile made its way to her lips as her entire body posture seemed to relax.
Shaking his head away from those thoughts, Harry reluctantly left the Hospital Wing, leaving his girlfriend in the capable hands of Madame Pomfrey.
He just hoped that she will be fine, and whatever happened to Hermione can be fixed. However, even if it couldn't be fixed, he will still love her dearly. Even if it meant that people made fun of both him and her, he wouldn't care about that.
His Hermione was always more important than his and her school reputation.
Groggily waking up, it took Hermione a few seconds to realize where she was, and she couldn't help but crinkle her nose in disgust as the multiple smells and aromas of potions, lingering body odor and even the smell of the plants that was clearly scented to help reduce stress entered her senses.
Looking around with a small frown on her face, she realized that she wasn't in her dorm room – which was lucky, because she would then have to deal with Lavender Brown, and she wasn't the... brightest witch in Hogwarts, and cared only about boys – however, being in the Medical Wing wasn't a great wakeup call either.
Feeling something unnatural upon her head, she gently raised her hands up to her head, before patting herself down gently.
She couldn't help but give a small gasp as her hands touched something soft, and fluffy. Those two things also sent pleasurable chills down her own spine as the flicked away from her own touch.
Remembering the mishap with the botched potion – at least, for her anyway – it made her flinch lightly. Especially with how much she would be in trouble, and the risk of expulsion was very high – along with the high chance that she would have to leave Harry alone.
However, as she continued to lay down on the bed, there was a warmth within her core. Something that she had never experienced before.
Placing her hands upon her body, over the area where she could feel the warmth continuing to burn, a small flush made its way onto her cheeks as her tail swished under her, and her ears flicked to the sides, and the sheer longing for Harry to be by her side was growing to a massive scale. She could feel her thoughts slip away slightly, and it was only thanks to her willpower that she was able to keep these... sudden urges at bay.
"Ah, you're up."
Shaking her head away from those treacherous thoughts, her attention was brought over to Madame Pomfrey as she made her way over towards her, although there was this stern look upon her face.
As Madame Pomfrey came to a halt just before her bed, she suddenly felt very small, and insecure as her eyes roamed over her body, checking if anything was wrong on the outside, whilst using a spell on to make sure nothing was wrong on the inside, "Now, regarding your... incident, I'll prefer to have this conversation with your Head of House." She said, starting it right, "Just be lucky that the effects of this botched spell were able to be reversed."
"What about my... ears, and tail?" Hermione asked, feeling that certain appendage swish underneath her, and her ears flicking once again.
Sighing softly, Madam Pomfrey broke the news to Hermione, "I was unable to reverse the effects of them. They will be stuck with you for the rest of your life." She said, before shaking her head, "These are the consequences of messing around with the Polyjuice potion."
"Oh..." Hermione muttered softly, wincing as she did so as her mind was suddenly plagued with all the insecurities about her teasing and bullying. Now, people will be even more inclined to tease and bully her.
"Now, is there anything that is the matter right now?" Pomfrey suddenly stated, taking note of how Hermione continued to hold her hands above a certain part of her body, along with the flushing of the cheeks. She couldn't see anything wrong, nor did her spell pick up on anything out of the ordinary.
"Um..." Hermione flushed brightly, so much so that her entire face burnt red, even putting an apple to shame, "I... feel this... heat in me... and it won't go away." She admitted, demurely looking down, clutching at the thin quilt that was on her bed.
It took Madame Pomfrey a few moments to realize what was said, and all she could mutter out was an, "Oh dear..."
Things just got much more challenging, and riskier.
Harry Potter quickly made his way down the corridor leading to the Hospital Wing, a look of concern upon his face. Hanging free slightly from his robes pocket, was a piece of parchment that contained a message from Madame Pomfrey.
The reason why he was so nervous?
It was because in that very letter which was crumpled into his pocket, Madame Pomfrey had expressed her wishes for Harry to come to the Medical Wing as soon as possible, as it was at the utmost concern and priority.
Thankfully, once he showed the letter from Professor Sprout, she had given him permission to leave the class, and even offered Harry the ability to come see her when he was next available to catch up on the remaining lesson – which he opted to take, because, if he didn't, Hermione would hit him... repeatedly... with a book.
So now, here he was, quickly approaching the large doors to the Hospital Wing, and the looming threat of his own heart, which was beating rapidly in his chest as he continued his approach. There was an almost instinctual fear within his heart, however, he pushed that down, deep into the depths of his own mind.
Steeling his nerves, Harry came to the large, foreboding doors – in his opinion – and gently rapped on the door thrice – three seemed to be a particularly favored number in the Magical World
KNOCK
KNOCK
KNOCK
Moments later, the doors opened, revealing Madame Pomfrey, who looked a little uncertain, yet certainly relieved to see Harry, "Ah, Harry." She murmured out, before quickly taking some glances down the other ends of the corridor, nodding her head as she saw that nobody was there – that she knew of – she gestured for Harry to come inside, "In you come."
Meekly nodding his head, Harry entered into the Hospital Wing, feeling his heart start racing once again as he heard the doors closing, and even locking behind him, he took a chance to look around the room.
However, what he saw confused him. There was nobody in this Hospital Wing – barring himself, and Pomfrey – along with what seemed to be a rather large, closed area that was sectioned off just before the very far corner of the room, and it was from there that he could hear grunts, and even moans of displeasure.
"Hermione!?" Harry yelped out, as the voice that was making those moaning and grunting noises finally registered in his mind, quickly turning his gaze to Madame Pomfrey, he looked rather concerned as he gazed at the matron.
However, she calmed him down before anything could happen, she knew what was possible when Harry lost his cool, and it was not a pretty sight from some of the students she had to treat, "It's alright, Harry." She said, before continuing, "She... is experiencing something that only you can help with." She explained further, however, she looked like she swallowed a lemon as she continued, "While I would not like this to happen, especially at your age, it seems that it's the only option."
Confusion clear within his bottle-green eyes, Harry tilted his heard rather cutely, although, he did wince occasionally when he heard Hermione's moans and groans.
Also, was it just him, or did he hear some odd, almost cat-like noises coming from her as well?
"What do you mean?" Harry questioned, obviously not understanding where Madame Pomfrey was coming from.
Giving a soft sigh, Poppy simply couldn't help but to smile lightly at the innocence that Harry had. How he managed to keep that sort of innocence despite his living conditions – something in which she had found absolutely appalling, but Harry had begged her to keep silent about, much to her annoyance, and great reluctance, but she eventually kept it, despite it being against Dumbledore's wishes – it was simply amazing.
"You might want to see for yourself." She simply said, before looking at him, "Now... don't cause too much trouble." She said, before simply making her way to the other side of the door and into her personal office.
"Uh..." Harry murmured out, completely unsure as to what Madame Pomfrey meant. However, that soon stopped when he turned around and headed past the closed, sectioned off area.
However, what he saw shocked him.
Hermione was nearly completely naked! Her bra, which was a simple creamy-white color, was strewn off to the floor, where it lay haphazardly after being thrown off her body, resting on the mess that was her robes that were on the floor.
Her breasts were bare to Harry's eyes, and despite him not being an expert in breast sizes, he was told by Hermione herself – who was told by her mother – that she was a B-cup, and her perky nipples were pointed upwards. Her entire face was flushed in a deep red, and her breathing was erratic going from the quick, and uneven shifts of her stomach.
In fact, if Harry looked closely enough, he could see something that confused him greatly. Just beneath Hermione's belly button, and finishing just before the waistline of her white panties with a cute dog print, there were six lighter circles of skin. It almost looked like something was forming, or developing on her body that shouldn't be there.
"Harry~"
Tearing his attention away from Hermione's navel, his thoughts soon left his head as he saw the look on Hermione's face, and most importantly, saw the look in her eyes.
They were burning, and Harry could see a deep, dark desire festering within them, and as her pupils shrank, and her eyes clouded over when they met his, he knew, deep down, that something was about to happen.
Suddenly, without further warning, Hermione's hand shot out, gripped Harry's wrist, and before he knew it, he was suddenly pulled down onto the bed with her.
Somehow, during those split seconds, she had managed to undress him, even getting rid of his underwear, which were now torn to shreds and layered the bed and floor.
Now, Harry was also as naked as the day he was born, and seeing the sight of Hermione's naked body – and adorable new features – his cock, which was a pleasantly large seven inches in length, was fully erect, and hanging below him, with the beginning of some pubic hair, were his balls, which were only just starting to produce semen.
Once Hermione saw that length of her love – no, her life-long mate – she couldn't help but lick her lips in absolute delight as she relished in the sight of it, and the natural musk entered her senses, causing her to spasm as an orgasm rushed through her, soaking her panties even more.
"Harry~" She whined out, her voice absolutely dripping with lust as her tail came up, and instinctively wrapped around Harry's feet, "I need you, Nya~" She moaned out, giving a cute little verbal tic as her ears flickered to either side as Harry's breath touched them.
Burning with embarrassment as he was currently in this position with Hermione, he couldn't help but gulp lightly as he felt unable to tear his gaze away from those clouded chocolate brown eyes of hers.
"A-are... you sure?" He questioned softly.
"Nya~ Yes!" Hermione spoke out, before she grabbed onto Harry's arms with her hands, and pulled him even closer, so that his body landed on top of hers, and he blushed even brighter when he could feel her nipples pressing against his chest, "I need it~"
Taking a few moments to process everything, Harry nodded his head, before he pulled away softly and placed his body lower, so that his penis was just before Hermione's soaked panties.
Seeing his hesitation, Hermione gave a small hiss of annoyance – which actually sounded like a cat's hiss, from Harry's personal experience with Miss. Figg's cats – and suddenly, she tore away at her panties, tearing them to absolute shreds, and revealing her hot, glistening, and slightly hairy – thanks to puberty - sex to Harry, where he could literally feel the heat emanating from it, almost like it was begging him to plunge into it.
Nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of Hermione's sex, something within his mind awakened, and he suddenly had this desperate need to mate with Hermione. Knowing that he already had the go ahead, and the well consented Hermione, Harry plunged in.
"Nya~" Hermione screamed out, her nails digging into Harry's side, nearly strong enough to cause blood to leak from the marks, and Hermione's tail let go of Harry's foot, as it suddenly went limp underneath her.
However, that was not all, as soon as Harry passed her barrier, and constantly beat down on her cervix, another orgasm rocked her body, and liquid squirted out from her, splashing all along Harry's lower body, and soaking his cock in those clear juices.
Hermione just experienced her first squirt, and she was sure that there were many, many more to come.
However, what neither of them had noticed, was the fact that there was a small, soft golden glow around their forms, meeting up and combining during every single thrust that Harry was doing.
This was the famed 'Love Bond' something that was truly extraordinary, and extremely rare, as it only happened when there was a love so strong, and so pure, and it was basically a stronger, more permanent marriage. They were literally bonded to their very soul, which is where the term 'Soul Bond' came into play, but that was just a myth, and a diluted legend of the Love Bond, in fact, that was what even made the modern bedtime stories for little girls so popular, was because it purposefully used the 'Love Bond' to create 'Love at First Sight'.
In fact, before Harry's and Hermione's Love Bond, the last recorded one in history was James and Lily Potter, nearly fifteen years ago, and before that, the last recorded one, was that of Nicholas Flamel, and his wife Perenelle Flamel, over six centuries ago, that was how rare it was.
"So... tight." Harry grunted out, his bottle-green eyes clouded over slightly, and he winced once he felt the walls of Hermione squeeze around him, and he could feel something blocking him completely from entering her even further.
"Nya~ Just for you." Hermione purred out, bringing her arms up from his sides and framing his face, before she used her strength to lift her top half up and place a rather sloppy kiss on Harry's lips.
As they continued to make out, making messy kissing noises, Harry continued to grunt with every thrust that he did, the instinctual need to mate was still strong, but he was overcoming it, thanks to the sheer amount of willpower that he had to remain in control.
Hermione, on the other hand was completely losing it. Moaning into his mouth as once again she squirted, although this one was much, much weaker than her first one.
But that didn't stop her from enjoying it just as much, especially when she clenched her legs, causing her inner walls to give Harry's cock the most precious massage that one could give to their lover.
Of course, being so young, and inexperienced when it came to sexual intercourse, Harry was already reaching his limit, and he could feel... something approaching, "H-Hermione... I... feel weird." He grunted out, the tingling sensation in his cock growing too much to even hold it in any further.
"Fill me~" She moaned out, she didn't know exactly what was happening, but her body was screaming at her to accept it, and she just couldn't say no to her body, especially when her brain was also somehow telling her that this was a good thing.
"U-uh..." Harry moaned out, trying his very best to try to pull himself out of Hermione, however, suddenly her legs locked around his waist, and he was somehow brought even closer into her body, as he was about to talk about it, he looked into Hermione's eyes, and they were burning.
Burning with the need to be released in, with whatever was about to come out of his penis.
"T-take it!"
With that final statement, it was like the mental block finally fell, and Harry was unable to hold back his urges as his cock shot out an abundant load of little swimmers deep down into Hermione's sex.
Since he was already bashing at her cervix entrance, it didn't take too long for them to reach their destination of her young womb, and her fallopian tubes.
However, Hermione seemed to know on a deep, instinctive level with what was happening, and what would happen to her, as her arms came to rest just above her womb, and she could only sigh in satisfaction as she felt the warmth inside of her.
Inside of Hermione, Harry's powerful little swimmers were making their way towards her single egg that had come down thanks to her entering heat, and it didn't take long for one lucky sperm to break through the barrier, and fertilize it.
Hermione just became pregnant, and she would know it in the coming days thanks to random bouts of morning sickness, and from Madame Pomfrey performing check-up spells on her.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Potter." Poppy Pomfrey spoke out, garnering the attention of not only Hermione Potter nee Granger – who had a large layer of sweat pouring down her body, but also had a real, healthy flush on her face as her ears twitched from the noise.
However, it also garnered the attention of Harry, whose face had this pained look as he finally got out of the grip of his wife, Hermione. Looking down at his hand, he couldn't help but wince as he saw just how crushed and swollen it was.
That would definitely require Madam Pomfrey to look at.
However, as Poppy Pomfrey entered in the little sectioned off area of the Hospital Wing, she was carrying a small bundle in her arms that was covered by a woolen towel.
She was carrying their child. The first-born daughter, and they had decided to name her 'Rose Lily Potter'. It was a while, as soon as they learnt the gender of their child, it was a large brainstorm activity to think of the perfect name for their baby girl.
Hermione, of course chose Rose, as Harry and Hermione both learnt that his mother, was named Lily, and Petunia – as much as they don't like her – decided to keep the flower theme in the family. Harry, chose Lily, as their child's middle name, something in which Hermione continued to support.
Of course, being parents at the tender age of thirteen would be difficult, to not only balance their daughter, and schooling around, but they made a promise that they would do the best that they could.
"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey." Harry spoke out, his eyes glued to the small child that was covered in a soft pink blanket, however, Harry could see the hints of black hair, but also, a small pair of brown ears that twitched atop the sleeping babe's head.
Smiling softly towards the young parents, Pomfrey gently lowered down the baby, until Hermione could use the little strength that she had to pick up and cradle the baby close to her.
"She's beautiful, Nya." Hermione murmured out, weakly bringing one of her index fingers and gently running it down the chubby cheek of her baby.
Although, she was burning in embarrassment as her verbal slip came out. As much as she was embarrassed in saying that each and every time, Harry couldn't help but find it adorable, and as much as she tried to keep an iron grip over that from coming out, it still did every once in a while, either when she was really horny, or when she was too worked up by something.
"She is..." Harry agreed, smiling lightly as Hermione's little verbal slip, and he did the same thing to the daughter, only on the opposite cheek. Yet, his heart was fluttering like mad.
He was a father. Something that he never would have ever believed he would become. But, this was not the case. He was the father to one beautiful baby girl, and he believed that he would need to beat a few boys – or girls – if they ever were to chase after his daughter at the dating age – which he decided would be thirty!
"Aww~ Look at her!" Another voice gently squealed out, trying her very best to keep her voice low in order to not wake the baby.
"Honey, please. You have already seen her." Another mature voice spoke out, this one belonging to a man however.
Looking up from the baby, both Harry and Hermione were met with Mr. And Mrs. Granger, both looking at them and the baby with delighted expressions on their face.
Sure, it was odd for Harry and Hermione to face them after Madam Pomfrey had delivered them the news that Hermione was pregnant – and Harry had to deal with the wrath of an overprotective father – but, that was in the past.
Now, both Emma and Dan Granger thought of Harry as their son-in-law, even not being married in a traditional marriage – moreso of a magical one – and Harry was pleased to have a family that was not the Dursley's.
"Harry." Hermione whispered out, seeing as her family was gushing over the baby and not them, she leaned, placing her mouth just before his ear, "I want more children to spoil, Nya." She whispered out cutely, with her small verbal tick coming out again as her tail swished gently upon the sheets.
For his part, Harry seemed a little conflicted. The act of baby making and making love to his wife was always a great pleasure. However, the pain that he experienced during her pregnancy and even childbirth was something that wasn't pleasant.
However, seeing the look in his wife's eyes, along with his innate wish to have a large family, he gave in, "Yes, dear."
He just prayed that his pelvis – and hands – would survive in his lifetime. She was real dominant and forceful when her heat came along.
END
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