Chapter 13
Heat

Warning: Sexual Situations between Underage Characters (12+). Neko Hermione in heat is a passionate little kitten
(different than how she'll be when she isn't in heat to begin with. More information on that in the end Notes at the end of this chapter).


Wednesday, December 30th, 1992 – Early Morning

The following morning, Minerva McGonagall was currently sitting at her desk in her office, sipping from a hot cup of tea. The previous evening, she had sent owl post to Madam Amelia Bones, requesting a Floo meeting with the Head of the DMLE. She said the meeting was important, but that she couldn't risk putting any more information in the letter. She did give the password of her Floo to Madam Bones, just in case.

An owl had returned with a letter from Madam Bones only a few minutes before Minerva had gone to bed that evening. The letter stated that Madam Bones would contact Minerva directly in her office via Floo from her own office, and mentioned it would be early the following morning between six-thirty and seven-o-clock. Minerva had expected that she would be using the Floo to contact Madam Bones. However, Madam Bones' decision was ingenious. Madam Bones' Floo was likely protected from spying enchantments, and therefore, she could contact anybody without fear of interference, even from someone like Albus Dumbledore.

At exactly a quarter-to-seven, the fire in the Floo turned green, and Minerva smiled as Madam Bones' face appeared in the fire.

"Good morning, Madam Bones," Minerva said.

"Greetings, Professor," Amelia said.

Minerva laughed. "How about we agree to use first names, Amelia? I haven't been your Professor for several years."

"Of course, Minerva," Amelia said.

"I imagine this conversation is private?" Minerva asked, "What I have to say is very important, and cannot be heard by untrustworthy ears."

"Nobody will know we're speaking," Amelia said, "What is going on, Minerva?"

Minerva chuckled, wondering where she should begin. She decided to begin with the most important: Dumbledore's illegal actions toward herself, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Poppy Pomfrey. She explained everything from the Compulsions, Obliviations and suspected use of illegal potions, to Ron Weasley's involvement, as well as the possible involvement of Ron's mother, Molly.

Amelia's expression was a mixture of shock and anger by the end of Minerva's first explanation.

"You have evidence toward all of this, I assume?" Amelia asked.

"Mr. Potter and Miss Granger have agreed to speak to you about this," Minerva said. "And Arthur Weasley promised he would convince his son and wife to give testimony, in return for immunity."

"I assume suspension or expulsion are not included in that immunity?" Amelia asked, with a smirk.

Minerva huffed. "Definitely not. Especially if I am Headmistress after all of this is said and done."

"Albus won't be easy to take down, Minerva," Amelia said, frowning.

'I'm aware of that," Minerva said, "If he is removed as Headmaster, and nothing else, I would deem that a victory."

"You would have to convince the school governors," Amelia said.

"Oh, that may just be too easy," Minerva said, "Especially when they hear about the other event happening around Hogwarts."

She went on to explain the basics of the Chamber of Secrets fiasco. Amelia was absolutely shocked by the time Minerva's tale was done.

"I heard nothing about this from Susan!" Amelia said, "But it shouldn't have been her I heard it from. How has this been kept from DMLE and Ministry ears? Two Muggleborn students attacked and laying Petrified in the Hospital Wing! I should have been there when the first was attacked. Why wasn't I –? Ooh, don't tell me. Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore," Minerva agreed.

Amelia huffed. "I will be there tomorrow with some Aurors, and perhaps even Unspeakables from the Department of Mysteries if I can wrangle them. I would go today, but I want to do some research about this today. Whatever this 'monster' is, we will discover it."

"I suggest caution," Minerva said. "Dumbledore knows nothing about my suspicions toward him, nor does he know I'm telling you about the Chamber of Secrets. He still believes I'm 'loyal' to him."

"Do you suspect other staff have been dosed?" Amelia asked. "Aside from you and Poppy?"

Minerva sighed. "I'm afraid so, but I haven't been able to speak to them about it, in fear of Albus finding out."

Amelia nodded. "Probably best. Would be better when it comes to taking down Albus if the DMLE and Aurors discover some of this ourselves. Our arrival will be a surprise to Albus. Good... his defenses will be down. Is that all you wished to tell me?"

"I'm afraid not," Minerva said, "Yesterday, I escorted Harry Potter to Gringotts. The reason for this field trip is a long story in itself. Harry had never met his Account Manager. He had never taken an Inheritance or Blood Test. Apparently he should have done this at eleven years old. I am quite sure Albus has something to do with keeping Harry from discovering this."

"Why?" Amelia asked.

"James and Lily Potter created a Final Will and Testament about a week after Harry was born," Minerva said.

Amelia's jaw dropped. "I didn't know."

"Albus was the Witness of the Will," Minerva said. "It turns out that Harry was never supposed to live with his Muggle Guardians. Albus knew this, and yet he hand-delivered Harry to his Muggle relations when young Harry was a baby. There were several magical names listed as guardians. One of them was yourself, Amelia."

Amelia's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes," Minerva said. "Another was Sirius Black. After Black's name, it stated 'Godfather, per the Godfather Ritual'."

Amelia looked flabbergasted. "You're serious?"

"Mr. Potter has a copy of the Will," Minerva said. "He could show it to you when you visit."

"Sirius is innocent," Amelia said, "At least of betraying the Potters."

"It certainly throws doubt in his other crimes as well," Minerva said. "Especially since Black was thrown in Azkaban without a trial. Albus knew Sirius was innocent, and yet, he did nothing, even in his position as Chief Warlock."

Amelia nodded, staring forward. "I will certainly look into this. Is that all? I need to be going. It appears I'm going to be pretty busy."

"That is all I have at the moment," Minerva said.

She decided she would tell Amelia about Hermione's new lifestyle later.

"Will you be available to meet me and my team tomorrow morning at ten-o-clock?" Amelia asked.

Minerva nodded. She could postpone Harry's Metamorph lesson tomorrow, especially since Harry would likely be speaking to Amelia as well.

"I would suggest you and your team use my Floo," Minerva said, "But it might be best if you come through the Gates. I will do my best to keep the students who are here away from the Entrance Hall when you arrive."

"Probably best," Amelia agreed. "If they discover anything, merely tell them this is about the Chamber of Secrets. Keep Albus' suspected crimes a secret. Just what we need, somebody like Rita Skeeter getting word about Dumbledore's crimes before we can do damage control."

"I agree," Minerva said, "I will see you tomorrow then. Good day."

Amelia echoed Minerva, then vanished from the Floo. Minerva sighed and sipped from her tea again and relaxed in her chair.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, the investigation against Albus Dumbledore would officially begin. She wondered if she would be prepared for whatever outcome resulted in the investigation.

Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. That had a rather nice ring to it.

"Might want to think about searching for a new Transfiguration Professor," Minerva said to herself, with a small smile. "Looks like I'm getting a promotion."


Wednesday, December 30th, 1992 – Mid-Morning

Once again, just as he had been doing the past couple of mornings, Harry was making his way toward the Transfiguration classroom. He had been having a rather odd morning, however. It had started off odd, even before he had woken up! He could remember having a vivid dream with Hermione.

In the dream, she had been in his bedroom in the Private Quarters, standing at the end of his bed, completely naked. She didn't join him in his bed. She just stood there, staring at him. At one point, she had said his name, accompanied by a sexy-sounding purr. The dream seemed so real, that when Harry woke up, he had immediately looked at the end of his bed to see if Hermione had really been there. But he was alone. He had then checked the Marauder's Map, and found Hermione still in the Hospital Wing.

Unlike the previous couple of mornings, when he had gone to breakfast before visiting Hermione in the Hospital Wing, this time he did it in reverse. However, when he had gone to the Hospital Wing, Hermione was not in her bed. Madam Pomfrey told him that Hermione was in the bathroom, taking a shower. Apparently she had gone in there as soon as she had woken up, and had not come out. Madam Pomfrey forbid Harry to interrupt Hermione, if only to say good morning, and she had kicked him out of the Hospital Wing, urging him to go eat breakfast.

That was exactly what he had done. Unfortunately that might have been a mistake. Because he now had a stomachache, as he made his way to the Transfiguration classroom. He wasn't sure why his stomach hurt. He didn't eat too much, or too fast. He hoped he wasn't getting a cold. He didn't like the side-effects of Pepper-Up Potions.

Harry stepped into the Transfiguration classroom upon arrival, and found Professor McGonagall and Dora talking to each other. Dora smiled when she saw Harry.

"Wotcher, mate," Dora said, "How are you feeling this morning?"

"I'm fine," Harry said; he wasn't sure if that was a lie or not.

"Professor McGonagall has a few things she wants to talk to you about," Dora said, "Then we're going to continue with the lessons."

"Alright," Harry said.

He greeted Professor McGonagall as he sat down in the chair he had been using for the lessons.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said. "I am curious, and hope you don't mind me asking. Did you receive any post this morning?"

Harry shook his head. "No. Should I have?"

"Perhaps," McGonagall said, "You should probably expect letters from the families of your Betrothed in the near future. Given your age, I think they'd want to verify that the letters are real, and not a joke. Most Betrothals don't come into effect until the wizard in the contract is sixteen or seventeen. Gaining your Lordship this early will be surprising to many."

"Oh," Harry said, "Right."

"I informed you that I would teach you about the basics of Betrothal Contracts," McGonagall said, "and I believe this is the proper time, so you can be ready for any coming letters, or early meetings with your Betrothed – especially Miss Greengrass and Miss Patil. Do you have any pressing questions about this topic before we begin?"

"Why am I in three Contracts?" Harry asked. "Is that common?"

McGonagall smiled softy and shook her head. "Nay. It is not common. It was no secret that your parents wanted more children. They wanted to give you siblings."

Harry smiled, though his heart hurt as well. There were several occasions when he thought of what could have been, if his parents had lived. Whether he'd be an only child, or he'd have siblings. The fact that his parents were planning on having more was tough to think about, but it was also nice to think that his parents were happily married, and happy with the family they did have.

"Your father might have hoped that you would only need one, perhaps two, of the Contracts," McGonagall said, "And a sibling could use another. Daphne Greengrass has a sister, Astoria, who will be a student beginning next September. I imagine she could have been in the Contract instead of Daphne, if things had been different. Unfortunately, due to tragic circumstances, you were an only child, and you inherited all three Betrothal Contracts."

"Just my luck," Harry said, shrugging.

Dora snickered softly, but sobered up when McGonagall glared at her, though there was only a little heat in it.

"Gabrielle Delacour is the youngest of two sisters," McGonagall said. "Why is this important? Simply because it may be up to her to continue the Delacour bloodline, and keeping her own name. If so, then this is called a Line Continuance Option, which is discussed in Betrothal Contract meetings if there is more than one child."

"So the same could be done with Padma and Daphne, since they have sisters too," Harry said.

"Aye," McGonagall said. "However, Daphne is the eldest Greengrass daughter. I'm not sure whether it is Padma or her sister who is the eldest sister, but that may not be important. The fact that Padma's Betrothal Contract is now active could be important. For example, if you decide to give Padma a title of Lady of one of your Houses, that would be her right, and it would be up to her sister to go with the Line Continuance Option when she marries."

"I'm quite sure Hermione will be Lady Potter," Harry said, grinning, "So that would leave the House of Peverell."

"And possibly the House of Black," McGonagall said. "Your Godfather, Sirius, has spent the last eleven years in Azkaban, Harry. He may be affected due to this. A severe side-effect could be that he has lost the ability to have children. If this happens, then you would automatically become Lord Black, due to a British wizarding law."

"Lucius Malfoy might argue with you on that one," Dora muttered. "Draco is older than Harry, and descended from the Black bloodline. Second-in-line means a lot, but that may not be important in the eyes of the Wizengamot. I'm sure my father would fight on your side, however."

"Barring that unfortunate possibility," McGonagall said, "My statement still stands. You would become Lord Black, if Sirius cannot extend the bloodline."

"If you promise that one of your Betrothed would be Lady Black," Dora said, "That might help in case of Lucius Malfoy fighting for the right for his son to take the title. I don't think Draco is Betrothed yet."

"So Daphne could be Lady Black," Harry said.

"Probably the best decision," McGonagall said. "Daphne's family is in the Neutral Alliance and she would have more experience in handling the House of Black, once dominantly a member of the Dark Alliance. So Miss Patil would be Lady Peverell, and Miss Granger would be Lady Potter."

Harry nodded. "I could agree with that. I'll suggest that to my Betrothed and their families."

"After discussing future titles and Line Continuance Options," McGonagall said, "Discussions usually move onto expected date of marriage. If I were you, Mr. Potter, I would be surprised if one or more of your Betrothed's families expected marriage by the time you're seventeen, or even sixteen."

"Really?" Harry asked, "While we're still in Hogwarts?"

"It has been known to happen in the past," McGonagall said. "Especially during wartime."

"Luckily we're in peacetime at the moment," Harry said.

"Relative peacetime," McGonagall said. "After all, Albus believes... Voldemort may still be around."

Harry frowned. "That may be one belief I do agree with him. So... if there is a possibility of war, my Betrothed's parents may ask that we marry before we finish our Hogwarts education."

"Indeed," McGonagall said. "After wedding dates are discussed, then the meeting move on to an even more serious topic: children."

Harry gulped. "Don't tell me they're going to expect children before I finish my education?"

"I would hope not," McGonagall said; Harry sighed in relief; then McGonagall smiled, "However, they might not say no to your Betrothed becoming pregnant before their education is finished, especially if you're married before then."

"Oh," Harry said, grimacing.

McGonagall shrugged. "I'm sure you could convince them for all of this to happen after Hogwarts. However... I might have to allow Miss Patil and Miss Greengrass to join you in your Private Quarters, simply because you are Betrothed to them."

"Really?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Betrothals are very serious business, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said. "These girls have been promised to you. They may be forbidden to fraternize with any other boys, aside from you, due to the risk of unexpected pregnancies, which would completely go against their parents' wishes when it came to Betrothing their daughter to you. Placing them in your Private Quarters would go toward preventing this from happening."

"Should I suggest this to my Betrothed's parents?" Harry asked.

"Good question," McGonagall said, "Let me think on that for a few days. Remember, I have to take your relationship with Miss Granger into account. There is a reason you're in Private Quarters, after all."

"Right," Harry said.

"Harry," a whispering voice said in Harry's ear.

Harry's eyes widened. That sounded nothing like the voice he had heard earlier that year. That sounded like Hermione! He turned around in his chair and looked toward the entrance of the classroom. Hermione wasn't there. He swore he had heard her.

"Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked.

"I want you," the whispering voice, that sounded like Hermione, said again. "Don't you want me, Harry?"

"Harry?" McGonagall said, "Mr. Potter!"

Realizing McGonagall was speaking to him, he turned back to her. McGonagall and Dora looked very concerned.

"You didn't hear that?" Harry asked.

"Hear what, mate?" Dora asked.

"Hermione!" Harry said. "She said my name, and it – it sounded like she was right there. But she was whispering!"

"Can't say I heard her," Dora said, "I'm sure she's still in the Hospital Wing."

McGonagall looked quite troubled. "Did she say anything else, Harry?"

"You believe me?" Harry asked.

"What did she say to you?" McGonagall asked.

"She – er –" Harry said, then blushed so bad, his hair went pink again, "She said she wanted me. And asked me if I wanted her."

"Was this the first time you heard her today?" McGonagall asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, "When I went to the Hospital Wing earlier, she was in the shower. Madam Pomfrey said she had been in the shower since she had woken up. Went straight to the shower without speaking to Madam Pomfrey. Oh...um..."

"Yes, Harry?" McGonagall asked.

"I had a dream about her," Harry said, then blushed again. "She was standing at the end of my bed, and she was... er... naked?"

"Ooh, dear," McGonagall said, sighing, "I had really, truly hoped this happened at night."

"What?" Harry asked.

"I believe Hermione is in heat, Harry," McGonagall said.

Dora gasped, and covered her mouth, as her hair went red. She was obviously blushing.

"Oh," Harry said; then he realized what McGonagall had said, "Oh! Er..."

"Harry," Hermione's voice whispered with a purr, "I know you want me."

"She spoke to me again!" Harry said.

"She might not actually be talking," McGonagall said, "But she is certainly calling you. Well, I'm afraid this lesson is over before it truly began. You need to go to her, Harry."

"Now?" Harry asked, standing up.

"If you delay any longer, you might walk out of here and you won't be in control of yourself," McGonagall said, as she moved to her feet. "Follow me, Mr. Potter. Dora -"

"Hogsmeade sounds wonderful today!" Dora said, looking rather embarrassed, "I'll just... go there. Good luck, Harry!"

Harry merely nodded as he followed McGonagall out of the classroom. He remained silent, listening for Hermione's voice again. It wasn't until he and McGonagall stepped onto the same level as the Hospital Wing, when he realized exactly what was about to happen.

"Bloody hell," Harry whispered, "Is this really going to happen?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter – Harry," McGonagall said, "I trust Madam Pomfrey gave you The Talk? You remember everything she said?"

"Um... yeah," Harry said, blushing.

He could still remember that discussion, and yes he remembered everything. He wished it hadn't been with Madam Pomfrey though. Because she worked in the medical field, her version of The Talk was quite detailed, especially when it came to exactly what needed to happen during sex.

"Even though I am a Cat Animagus," McGonagall said, I can't say I've ever experienced anything like being in heat, when it comes to what Nekos feel. I'm sure Madam Pomfrey told you to be delicate during the first time. However, that might not be necessary. A cat in heat is anything but delicate."

Harry blushed. He couldn't believe McGonagall was talking to him about this. He wished he could tone out her voice. He didn't want to hear this.

Then suddenly he couldn't hear Professor McGonagall's voice. She was drowned out by an almost ethereal humming. No, not humming. Purring! How could McGonagall not hear that?

"You're sure you can't hear that purring, ma'am?" Harry asked. "It is so loud!"

"It is only meant for you, Mr. Potter," McGonagall said; though her voice was barely audible. "You are indeed Miss Granger's Mate, there is no doubt about that. This is a rather interesting experience..."

McGonagall continued talking, but her voice was drowned out by more purring. When the doors of the Hospital Wing came into view, Harry ran forward toward them. As soon as he arrived, he opened the doors and stepped inside, looking around wildly for Hermione.

"Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey said, coming out of her office, "Are you alright?"

"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Shouldn't you be in your Metamorph lessons?" Madam Pomfrey asked, "Where's Professor McGonagall?"

"I'm right here, Poppy," McGonagall said.

"Where's Hermione?!" Harry asked again, this time louder.

"She's still in the bathroom," Madam Pomfrey said, "I checked on her, and she said she's alright. What's going on?"

"Harry is experiencing The Call, Poppy," McGonagall said, "Hermione's in heat."

"Oh, dear," Madam Pomfrey said, "I didn't even realize-"

Harry hurried over to the bathroom, and turned the doorknob on the door. It was locked. He removed his wand from his robes, ignoring both McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey's cries of his name.

"Alohomora!" Harry said.

He tried the doorknob again, and it turned. He opened the door and hurried inside.

"Hermione?!" Harry called out.

"Harry," Hermione said, from the shower on the left side of the bathroom.

Her voice came out in a purr, and it was like a song. Harry hurried over to the shower, and opened the curtain. Hermione was sitting against the wall of the shower, purring and panting. She was, of course, completely naked. Harry swallowed, staring at Hermione's naked body for the first time. He had a glimpse of her in her hospital gown once before when she let him see her new additions, including the additional nipples. But he had not been able to see her completely naked. She was absolutely gorgeous.

Behind Harry, Madam Pomfrey stepped into the bathroom.

"Miss Granger?" she asked.

Hermione didn't say anything. She stood up and walked over to Harry, almost mechanically. When she reached him, Harry thought she might hug him. However, to his alarm, she started clawing at his robes and jeans. Harry grabbed her hands, and she yowled.

"Calm down, Hermione," Harry said.

Hermione hissed in response, trying to tug her hands from his.

"Can you carry her, Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked. "This shouldn't happen here. She needs to be in bed. Professor McGonagall is currently applying the privacy charms around Miss Granger's bed."

Harry was quite surprised when he was able to pick Hermione up into his arms. She seemed so weightless.

"So strong," Hermione purred.

"Come on, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said.

Harry find there was no struggles in carrying Hermione, as he followed Madam Pomfrey out of the bathroom. He made his way over to Hermione's bed, and laid her down on the bed. Hermione purred, and grabbed at his jeans, attempting to tug Harry toward her.

"I am naked, Harry," Hermione purred, "Why aren't you? Don't you want me?"

"Step aside for a moment, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said.

Harry did as was asked. His eyes widened as he saw Madam Pomfrey place the tip of her wand on Hermione's naked stomach.

"What did you do?" Harry asked her.

"Contraceptive Charm, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said, "I trust you don't want to be a father right now."

"No!" Harry exclaimed.

"If not for Contraceptive," Madam Pomfrey said, "Miss Granger might have very well become pregnant following today's – ah – events. That is why Nekos experience moments like this. Because they want to breed. I am in the process of brewing Contraceptive Draught, which lasts a month at a time. After today, she will be taking Draught once a month to ensure she does not become pregnant. The Charm will last a few hours."

"A few hours?" Harry asked, "How long do you expect us to – er –?"

"Until Miss Granger's lust is sated, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey stated.

"Oh," Harry said; "So that could last..."

"Hours," Madam Pomfrey said. "However, there may be times when you can rest in between."

"I hope so," Harry said.

"Tell me if you begin to have trouble satisfying Hermione, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said, "You may need Potency Potion later."

Harry blushed.

"Don't be so embarrassed!" Madam Pomfrey said, "This is natural between a Neko and their mate! Embrace it. Now, Mr. Potter, I will be nearby if you need anything. But I want to give you as much privacy as possible. Nobody will interrupt you, that is a promise."

"Alright," Harry said. "Any last advice?"

"Notice Miss Granger's behavior?" Madam Pomfrey asked, "I'd let her take control for now. Otherwise, she may use those claws."

Harry nodded, remembering how sharp her claws were against him.

"I'll just leave you alone now," Madam Pomfrey said.

She left the enclosed area, and Harry turned back to Hermione.

"You're still dressed," Hermione said, frowning.

Harry cleared his throat, and began to remove his clothing. When he was down to his boxers, Hermione gripped his arm with her hand and tugged him onto the bed.

"Lay down," Hermione purred, "I'll take care of you."

Harry crawled onto the bed and laid down next to Hermione. She placed a clawed finger on his lips and traced it around them. Then she leaned toward him and kissed him softly. Harry returned the kiss, but before he could lengthen it, Hermione backed away.

Then she placed her finger back on his lips, and traced it to his chin. She purred as she slid her finger down to his chest, and traced it around his left nipple. Harry hummed softly as his nipple became erect. He hissed softly when Hermione poked the tip of her clawed fingernail against the tip of his nipple. Her cat ears stood straight up, as she studied his reaction. She moved her finger over to his right nipple and repeated the same movements. When he began humming again, Hermione grinned, fangs showing, and her tail started waving around happily. She was obviously quite excited at his reaction.

Hermione's finger then moved down Harry's chest, her sharp fingernail tickling each inch of skin it grazed. Then she grinned and traced her finger over Harry's boxers. Hermione's ears perked up curiously, as her finger began tracing over Harry's covered penis, which was steadily going erect due to her teasing him.

Hermione grinned again, fangs showing, and slipped her fingers through the opening of his boxers. Harry hummed as Hermione wrapped her hand around his penis, and gently tugged it, freeing it from its fabric prison. She began to stroke it, in the same manner that Harry would stroke her tail. Harry's eyes widened in shock as his penis seemed to grow in Hermione's grip. Not just harden, or grow erect, it actually grew. Before that moment, he was about three inches – not that he had measured himself – but now he was around five inches! He wasn't sure what happened. Had he grown because of his Metamorph talents?

Hermione placed a clawed finger at Harry's boxers, and it only took a split-second for him to realize her intentions – she wanted to rip his boxers to shreds with her claws. Harry lifted her hand away with his, and she growled under her breath.

"I'll take them off," Harry said. "You don't need to rip them up."

Harry pulled his boxers off, and threw them on the floor. Hermione grinned and crawled down the bed and situated herself between Harry's legs. She stroked his penis a few more times, then leaned toward it and stroked her rough tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the top. Harry gasped, half in surprise, and half in reaction to the feeling of her rough tongue. It felt absolutely amazing.

Hermione's bright yellow eyes looked at him, and her cat ears flattened. His gasp had concerned her.

"I'm fine," Harry said; he could barely speak, due to nervousness and excitement, so he motioned his hand for her to continue.

Hermione grinned again. Harry's eyes widened when her fangs retracted into her teeth. Nobody told him she could do that? Did she even know she could do that? Was this something that only happened during moments like this? Suddenly he didn't care. His mind was too fuzzy for questions. Hermione was brushing her tongue up and down his shaft, threatening to drive him mad.

When her tongue reached the tip of his penis for the seventh time, she brushed it around, then took his head inside her mouth. She tested the taste for a moment, before sucking him deeper inside her mouth. Harry moaned gutturally at the feeling. Then his eyes widened again as his penis disappeared completely inside her mouth. He was halfway down her throat, and the tip of her nose was brushing his crotch. He couldn't believe she could do that! Did she have no gag reflex?

She then began bobbing her head up and down, sucking and brushing her tongue against the sensitive skin, as her hair shook wildly around her face. Without losing focus on her task, Hermione grabbed his hands with hers, and placed them on the top of her head. He realized what she wanted him to do, and began stroking her ears as she continued bobbing up and down. Hermione's tail started waving around excitedly, and she began purring as she sucked him, causing vibrations around his penis.

With all these new feelings of pleasure coursing around his groin, Harry didn't last too long. In fact, he only lasted a minute, before he started twitching. However, Hermione did not back away. She kept his penis in her throat. Harry could not control himself anymore. He ejaculated, moaning loudly – and hoping there were silencing charms around their bed in addition to the privacy charms – as his release shot down Hermione's throat.

Hermione purred, gently sucking on him, slowly bobbing her head up and down, as she continued to swallow his seed. Soon enough she released him from her mouth, but Harry's first orgasm was not done yet. One last shot of his load landed on her nose and lips. Hermione purred, licking her lips. She touched a finger to her nose, taking the white goo onto her finger, before sucking on it.

She then crawled back up the bed and laid down next to him. He moaned softly, as she started stroking him back into hardness.

"Take me now!" Hermione said.

Harry remembered Madam Pomfrey's lessons. She had said that he needed to prepare her, and make her wet. There were specific ways to do that, things he had not done yet.

"You're not ready," Harry said, "I have to -"

Hermione grabbed his hand with her free hand, and placed it at her slit. He was rather surprised at how wet she felt.

"Ready!" Hermione growled, "Take me!"

Hermione released her grip around his now-erect penis. As Harry crawled down the bed, Hermione moved to her hands and knees. Harry stared at her. He distinctly remembered Madam Pomfrey telling him Hermione needed to be laying down for this, at least for her first time. He nudged her, attempting to make her lay back down, but she growled loudly.

"Take me!" Hermione growled, "Own me!"

"You sure?" Harry asked, "You should be laying down."

Hermione pressed her butt against his crotch. Her ears flattened, and her tail slapped against his chest quite hard.

"Ow!" Harry hissed; he only realized then just how violent she could be during heat; or maybe violence was the wrong word – she was passionate, "Alright, you win!"

He cleared his throat, and wrapped his hand around the stem of his penis, before guiding himself toward her wet, open and waiting entrance. Hermione purred as the tip of Harry's penis slowly began slipping into her warmth moistness. As he guided himself inside her inch by inch, he soon felt a thin barrier. Madam Pomfrey had described this part in rather vivid detail. However, before Harry could think about what he was going to do, Hermione slid forward, as Harry's penis backed out of her. Then she forced herself backward onto Harry's penis. She yowled as Harry broke through her hymen, taking her virginity. Her ears flattened, and her tail moved around rather weakly. Her actions frightened Harry.

"Hermione?" Harry asked, "Are you alright?"

Hermione said nothing. However, her tail began to move again, and it wrapped itself around Harry's butt and hips. This made Harry's penis slip deeper inside her, until it was completely inside her, his crotch pressed against her butt. Hermione yowled loudly as her first orgasm arrived, and Harry moaned as a warm, moist sensation enveloped around his penis. Hermione panted and growled as her body shook through her orgasm. Harry moved to back out of her, but Hermione growled and wrapped her tail tightly around his hips again, pushing him inside her again.

"Don't stop," Hermione purred.

Harry placed his hands on her hips, and started thrusting in and out of her. Hermione's tail unwrapped itself from around Harry's hips and moved back in front of Harry. Every time Harry bottomed out inside her, and his crotch bumped against her butt cheeks, Hermione purred loudly, her ears wiggled around as if they had a mind of their own, and her tail hit his chest, though not as hard as it had before. After the third time Hermione's tail hit his chest, Harry realized what she wanted. He removed a hand from her butt and wrapped it around her tail then began stroking it. Hermione meowed in happy pleasure, urging Harry to continue.

After three minutes of Harry's penis continuously thrusting into her moist depths, and his hand's continuous strokes against her tail, Hermione yowled loudly as another orgasm ripped through her. She grunted as her hands gave out and laid her head down on the bed. Hermione's butt was still sticking up in the air, owing to Harry's grip on it. But her sudden movement made him release her, and her lower half sank onto the bed. Harry was still partially inside her, but when he tried to back out of her, she squeezed her legs, keeping him inside. She only had to begin wrapping her tail around his hips before he got the message. She wanted him to continue.

He found a comfortable position, placing his hands on the bed, before he resumed thrusting back and forth inside her. Hermione's purrs were like soothing music to him. He continued this for a minute before his second orgasm came unexpectedly, and he ejaculated deep inside Hermione's warmth. Hermione purred in pure pleasure, her third orgasm sweeping through her, as his warm seed flowing inside her mixed with her own stickiness.

After emptying himself into her, Harry backed out and slowly crawled up to the bed, then sank onto the pillow in exhaustion. Hermione crawled over to him and curled up against him. For a fleeting moment, Harry was rather afraid Hermione wanted to keep going. He didn't think he could continue – he was too exhausted. However, Hermione simply purred and laid her head next to his.

"That was... incredible, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, in between breaths.

Harry stared at Hermione. She was speaking normally again, her voice no longer being accompanied by purrs.

"You're back," Harry said.

"What's wrong with it?" Hermione asked.

"No, I mean, you're you again," Harry said. "You were – I don't know – the Neko seemed to be taking over. You were saying things I doubt you would normally ever say."

"Oh," Hermione said, "Like what?"

"'Own me'," Harry said.

"You do own me," Hermione said, "Just as I own you."

Harry smiled. He thought about mentioning how his Betrothed might interfere with Hermione 'owning' him. But this didn't seem like the right time.

"You're my mate," Hermione said, "This proves it. You heard my call."

"Were you actually calling to me?" Harry asked, "I heard... I heard whispers. You were telling me you needed me. Asking me if I needed you."

"I never said it out loud," Hermione said. "I might have been thinking it. I don't know. When I woke up this morning, I... I was..."

"What, Hermione?" Harry asked.

Hermione blushed. "I was wet... down there. I immediately went to the shower to clean myself up. But a shower didn't help. When I touched myself down there, it felt so good. I kept rubbing myself, and playing with myself. I remembered my... my mother talking to me about that. I don't know how many orgasms I had. All I know is I was exhausted."

"You looked exhausted," Harry said, "You were sitting in the shower when I found you. Then..."

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Then you saw me and you – er – kind of attacked me," Harry said, "Clawed at me. Do you not remember that?"

Hermione sighed. "I remember some stuff. I remember how good you felt inside me. How incredible it felt. But... oh, Harry. What if this happens to me every time? What if I lose myself during sex? What if I don't get to experience it with you like I should?"

"Maybe... maybe it only happens when you're in heat," Harry said.

"Of course!" Hermione said. "That makes a lot of sense. So I suppose... we'll just have to have sex when I'm not in heat."

Harry blushed. "As long as you promise not to be so wild. I can't handle that all the time."

"I'm sure I'm very tame when I'm not in heat," Hermione said.

"Good," Harry said, "Because that was exhausting. I'm sleepy. It is the middle of the morning, and I am sleepy. That's an odd feeling."

"I'm sleepy too," Hermione said, "So let's sleep."

"But what if..." Harry said, "What if... er..."

"If the Neko inside me wants sex, then we'll wake up and have sex," Hermione said. "Then we'll sleep if we're tired."

Harry sighed, wondering how long this was going to go on.

"You look disappointed," Hermione said, frowning.

"Not disappointed," Harry said, "Exhausted. You were so amazing. Wild, but amazing. The things you did..."

"You can tell me what I did later," Hermione said, "So I can do it when I'm not in heat."

Harry grinned and nodded. Hermione leaned toward him and pecked him on the lips.

"Let's sleep," Hermione said, "I love you, Harry."

Harry grinned, blissfully. "I love you too, Hermione."

And he did love her. Until that day, he never really imagined he'd ever experience love. He certainly didn't with the Dursleys. But he was quite sure he loved her.

Hermione began purring as she fell asleep against him. He listened to her purring as he slowly drifted off to sleep as well.


First sex scene done! How was it? I hope it was good, because I'm planning on quite a lot more! Even as soon as the beginning of next chapter!

You might have noticed that Neko Hermione is different when she's in heat. You'll soon notice more differences to normal Hermione coming up next chapter. "Neko Hermione" (as I call her, when she's in heat) does not do casual conversation, at least at the moment. Everything she said to Harry during the moment was something out of passion. You'll see this in next chapter when Harry is trying to get Hermione to answer a question and she does not do it verbally. I don't know if this is common in some Neko stories, but I thought it would be nice for my story.

Also, I'm sure some of my readers are likely thinking it was too 'smooth' for a First Time. But that was because of the Neko being in control. Nekos are sexual beings, but not as much as Veela are. When Harry and Hermione have sex when she's not in heat, it will be less smooth at first until they get more experience.