KNY: Hi all!! Sorry for the wait, I had writer's block. Anyhoo, I know now what I'm going to do regarding this story. For now it's leaning towards Cat X Harry, but it IS still open for discussion. If I have a significant division, I'll write an alternate ending for each pairing, okay?

Disclaimer:

KNY: muttering over pot Double double, toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldren bubble! bright flash

KNY: face is covered in soot OO

Ron: Nope, you still don't own Harry Potter.

KNY: Damn...

Hermione: KNY! This is a kid's show!

KNY: raises eyebrow and points to story rating No it isn't.

Hermione: Oh.

I Must Not Chase the Boys

Chapter 2: Yes, there IS a girl in there!

The next morning, as she walked in the Great Hall for breakfast, it was crowded as usual. Sighing, she attempted to squeeze through, and tried to make her way to the Gryffindor table.

She had almost reached her destination when someone tapped her shoulder. She sucked in her breath, ready to tell them off when she saw that it was Harry.

"'Ello there Harry."

"Hey Cat," Harry smirked, his green eyes light with humor. He looked so nice at the moment she actually gave a thought to her appearance. She had hidden her hair in the witch's cap at the moment, and with her light freckles somehow almost making her look like a boy. She wore her black uniform robe, but with her loose fitting gray sweater, tie, and pants no curves could be seen at all.

'Stop it,' she scolded herself, 'Besides, what did you expect when you're wearing the boy's uniform?' and then realized that Harry had been speaking to her.

"Oh what?"

He rolled his eyes, "I said, why weren't you at dinner last night?"

Cat shrugged, "Wasn't hungry." The two of them sat by Ron and Hermione.

For the rest of breakfast, the five of them ate in silence. Occasionally, Cat stole glances at Harry with owlish eyes. Just as she was about to look at him again, she caught herself, and shook her head. Since when did these thoughts of him enter her mind?

Laughing, she thought, 'It's Harry, my best friend!'

Unfortunately, the same thought still lingered on her mind when it was Potions class. She saw him talking to Ron and Hermione, he turned to her, smiled, and motioned for her to sit at his table. It seemed as if the world shook, and she stopped and looked at him as she never did before.

Harry was good looking. His raven black hair fell over his eyes, and she felt her hands itching to push it away. He was tall and lean, he had sparkling emerald eyes, a charming smile, and he bore another scar on his cheek from their first fight. (A/N: Haha! XD I couldn't resist! Don't worry I love Harry though!)

Why hadn't she noticed this before? When other girls swooned on how gorgeous he was, she thought of them as crazy blind females. But now…but now, she saw him as they did.

Cat walked over, and took the seat next to him. Professor Snape began to lecture on a color changing potion that would last for three days, but she wasn't paying attention.

"Cat."

Her head turned, and was staring into Harry's eyes. She blushed, and there was no way she could stop it.

"Huh?"

"We're Potions partners, in case you weren't paying—", He really wasn't sure of what to say. Was Cat, the she-male checking him out? "Cat…"

She had already run off to get the supplies for the potion. He shook his head, laughing at his thoughts. Cat, she wasn't that type of girl. She was so much like a guy, it would be impossible for her to be checking him out at the moment. She wasn't a lesbian or anything but Cat was Cat. And she would not be checking anyone out at the moment.

(Saturday)

Cat stared at the setting sun, sighing in content. Only one more hour until she had to be back in the castle. But the sky looked so amazing at the moment; a pink cloak covered the sky. The sun, glowing its orange color, and the clouds, an amazing purple. The sight was amazing, she decided. Besides, it took her thoughts off Harry for a while.

She lay back onto the grass and sighed. She really couldn't understand herself lately; she was seeing Harry in a light she didn't want to. This morning, she even caught herself almost walking out with her hair down, again! Luckily nobody saw.

A pang hit her stomach and she realized that there was really a female under all of the masculinity of her clothing, of her appearance. And, it was just showing up. She banged her fists on the ground. Why couldn't it have happened when all of the normal girls were becoming girls? Why couldn't she have been feeling all of these disturbing feelings then?

A groan stirred her from her thoughts, causing her to shoot up from the ground. She looked in the direction of the noise, thinking it was an intruder. Then she remembered idiots DID make out here at times, and she almost laughed until she saw who it was.

It was Harry and some girl from school. They were latched onto each other like Velcro, kissing and hugging and groaning. A noticeable flush stained her cheeks as she watched them. Instead of being repulsed she was somehow wishing that she were the one lip locked with him under the starry night. She almost fainted at her thoughts alone.

'Ugh! What is happening to me?' She got up quickly and hid behind a tree. She leaned back against the other side of the tree trunk so that she couldn't see them and they couldn't see her.

Cat was mortified to say the least. At her thoughts and at her reaction. What was the world coming to when Catrina Skyler wanted to be kissed? And that small female part of her answered. It was the longing that she had always had, yet never acknowledged. She banged her head against the tree in frustration and admitted begrudgingly that her conscience was right.

But how in the world is a she-male going to reform back into the female she was born as? She thought miserably.

It was Sunday again. Cat got out of bed, groggy from the little sleep she had gotten the night before. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of him; there was no room for sleep. She looked at the clock, and then jumped out of bed when she saw she only had 10 minutes until the Quidditch match started.

Cat ran into the bathroom, grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her teeth as she jumped in the shower. Five minutes later, she was out of the shower, dragging on her uniform and a rubber band. In her hurry she grabbed the first cap that was acceptable for playing, and she had seen on her shelf, then raced out of the door.

She reached the locker room out of breath and red and pissed as ever. She was definitely ready to play today. The guys were gathered around, waiting to see what Alicia had to say.

"Okay, all I have to say is…lets show those Slytherin slime balls how we play!"

Okay, I am REALLY bad at imaging a Quidditch scene, let alone write one, so you can think it up yourself. Heh.

It was five minutes after everyone had left the field, and only Harry, Ron, and her were out. They were still cheering, and tackling each other, giving victory noogies on the head.

Harry was sneaking up behind Cat and suddenly, out of nowhere, her hat flew off of her head.

"Shit," she said to the wind furiously but ran anyways. Harry tackled her.

They were both rolling on the ground and she covered her head. Harry was on top of her and she stared into his fathomless green eyes, her hair fanned around her head. He looked so beautiful at that moment, her heart ached. Time seemed to stop and she was drawn into the depth of his eyes. Harry's face inched towards hers, then, like the suddenness of the contact, he backed away. He grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Nice hair." He jumped off of her and headed over to Ron and Hermione who were waiting in the stands.

Cat was still in shock, lying on the ground. Was he going to kiss her or something? Why did he move in like that? So many questions. She saw Ron hovering above her, smiling.

"I've never seen you with so much hair, Cat." He held out a hand and helped her up. Cat laughed, trying to ease the tension in her stomach.

"Yeah, yeah. Where's my hat?" Ron handed it to her, and she headed toward the locker room.

When she entered, she didn't notice Harry following her.

"Hey Cat."

Cat turned around, shocked. She had previously started to unbutton the top part of the uniform, and it was showing the binding around her breasts. Harry was staring at the cloth in shock. Astonishment was written into his features as he stared her down. Her hat had fallen off, and here she was, the Cat that she had hidden so many times.

She glared at Harry, yanking her robe and walked past him. She started to leave as his hand snaked around her wrist.

"Cat. Are you okay?"

She gathered her courage and faced him. Bewilderment was written for everyone to see in his emerald eyes.

"Yes." She blushed, she couldn't help it.

"Why is there binding over your… um… breasts?" Harry almost choked on the words. He never imagined Cat with breasts, let along bound ones.

"Umm… It's none of your business."

"Isn't that unhealthy Cat? I mean..." He trailed off.

She looked away. "I guess it's not healthy. It's just that I look like some kind of horse without it bound. I hate it because they bounce when I run, even if I'm wearing a sports bra, and they…" her broke off appalled at herself. Why was she telling him this?

Without warning, Harry doubled over into hysterical laughter. He didn't know if he was mental or if the situation was really that funny. But something struck a cord that started him laughing and he couldn't stop.

Cat blushed in anger and embarrassment. "Shut the hell up you jerk. Just shut it. I swear I'll—I'll—"

He fell on the ground, gasping for breath.

"I'll kill you, you arrogant jerk. You don't know anything. I'll hex you. I'll—"

"Cat-," He finally managed to say though his peals of laughter. "I don't know why it's so funny so if you will excuse me, I think I'll just be heading back to the field." He laughed even harder.

A red haze clouded her vision and she tackled him, now she was furious. Harry's laughter quickly stopped. He stared at Cat who was over him, glaring at him with her half buttoned shirt. He didn't think this was funny anymore.

"Cat, I think you better get off of me."

"Oh yeah?" She lifted an eyebrow in mockery.

"Yes. Or else."

"Or else what?"

Cat didn't see it coming. Harry's hand reached for the binding across her breasts and pulled it off. Mortified, she jumped off of him.

"That." He said, but his eyes were focused on her breasts. Now with no binding, they were much larger than he had expected. In fact, he had never even imagined she had breasts so seeing them in the plain white bra was shocking enough.

She blushed and buttoned up her shirt. "I told you, I'm a cow." She looked away, into the distance.

"Cat, you're definitely not a cow."

She turned sharply. His voice was different. It was deeper somehow and it sent delicious chills down her spine.

"You know what? I'm leaving Harry. I don't even know why you came here." Cat headed out the door.

"Wait." Harry paused. "I wanted to… apologize. About that incident on the field. I'm sorry, I mean I was… well I just wanted to say sorry."

She blushed again, scolded herself for it, and then smiled up at him. "I know my hair was probably some kind of shock but its okay Harry. You didn't do anything but tackle me."

And with that, she walked back to the castle. Harry stared after her wondering about this new Cat he was seeing, and about the changes he was seeing in himself. He wasn't quite sure how everything was adding up and he wasn't up to thinking about it at the moment.

KNY: Well, that's about it for this chapter!

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