I noticed a pattern already in my writing where I'll have a chapter of dialogue, and a chapter of steamier content. Expect this to continue.

Ok, let's go

Chapter 4: Transformation

Harry stood slowly and quietly backed away as the form of Hermione panted from her crouched position. A slight dip in the terrain had him falling onto his ass which caught the attention of Hermione. Her face turned to him, gone were the intelligent brown eyes, yellow slitted ones stared back on him. With a pounce, she was on him, and there was nothing Harry could do to fight her.

Hermione stood over Harry, snarling at him, a feral feline on the hunt. Whereas Harry had been slightly taller than Hermione before at 5'6" to her 5'5", his stature now paled in comparison to the hulking body that stood before him. Curling his knees to his chest, his feet found purchase at her hip, kicking out, Hermione launched forward, freeing Harry from the confines of her frame.

Bolting Upright, he found his footing. Turning to look at Hermione, she had already come around to face him. With a low growl, her temper was enraged at being fought against. Her needs must be met. Lunging at him with a feline yowl, she charged him. Quick reflexes had Harry ducking to the side, causing Hermione to overshoot him.

Harry bolted, he knew there was no way he could outrun the ferocious feline, but if he could find someone still outside like Hagrid, he might find a solution that didn't involve him hurting Hermione. It wasn't enough, Hermione's paws made contact with Harry's back, knocking him to the ground, blowing the wind out of his lungs. Blackout followed as he struggled to maintain consciousness and breathe.

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[Steamy parts abound]

Harry came to being dragged through the woods, a cut was bleeding from his shoulder where Hermione's claws had sliced through his shirt and skin. His glasses were gone, having been knocked off at some point. Hermione's jaw was locked on his shirt as her powerful legs carried them through the woods.

Harry's struggling had his arm connect with her face, a snarl came out as her teeth let go of her prize. Hermione stepped to the side as she recovered from the strike, stepping out from over Harry.

Harry's eyesite was poor, but well enough to make out the large cat that stood beside him, panting softly. Hermione backed up until her head hung over Harry's body. Shark teeth bit down towards Harry, he flinched expecting pain. Her teeth pierced his shirt, ripping it from his body, moving down, she bit at his waistline, taking his pants the same way she took his shirt.

Laying under her, now in only shoes and socks, Harry was perplexed at the situation that was unfolding. Hermione strutted over his frame, her tail flicked at his face as she completed her crossing. Harry stood behind her, observing, Hermione was acting awfully strange, even considering the situation. Just then she turned back around and pounced back on him, forcing him back to the soft ground of the forest floor.

Her maw rested atop his chest, her teeth baring at him, leaning down, her tongue ran across his flaccid member. Harry winced as her rough tongue bathed his growing member. He knew he wasn't much, at least compared to the other boys in his dorm. Curiosity caused him to measure one night, coming out at 6.5", not bad, but nothing to brag about.

His rigid member glistened from the wetness in the full moon's light, Hermione continued to bathe his nether region, tongue dipping down to caress his balls. Harry's reflexes had him shoot up at the foreign feeling, her tongue took the opportunity to go lower, venturing down between his cheeks and across his ring.

A groan escaped Harry's lips at the unusual sensation of the rough tongue going against his puckered ring. Tension left his limbs as he collapsed back down onto the ground. Hermione's tongue continued back at his cock, this time traveling up. Draping across his mild abs, it dipped briefly into his navel, coming up between his nipples, to his neck and jaw.

Hermione pulled her tongue back into her mouth, reloading her saliva as she prepared to make her mark. Her tongue came back down onto Harry's face, licking from chin to hairline. Harry spluttered as she did so. Her tongue came back down and plundered into Harry's mouth, forcing her tongue into his mouth as if to kiss him.

Pulling back out, Harry coughed at the unusual sensation. He expected a fowl taste, but oddly found it familiar, like kissing Hermione. He gazed up at her, hoping to see the consciousness of his love present, but only witnessed feral need. Hermione flexed her legs forward, bringing her lower half into contact with Harry's lower half. His length was trapped between the rougher fur of her stomach and the hard abs of his.

Harry felt his member enter into a hollow in Hermione's lower stomach as she came up from a grind. Rotating up, Harry was barely able to make out the sight of his hardened length perched at the entrance of Hermione's tuff. "No, wait." Harry started, not wanting his first time with Hermione to be like this. A growl escape Hermione that stifled his objection. With a quick thrust, Harry's cock pierced into the warm cavern of Hermione's pussy.

A content look washed over Hermione as she felt her animalistic self being satisfied. Rocking her hips, she proceeded to ride Harry. Her oversized frame rode him hard, unable to make the size disparity pleasant for her mate. Harry groaned as ever contact down brought pleasure to his member and pain to his hips and ass that got driven into the ground.

He wasn't able to last long being his first time, Hermione was only at it for a few short minutes before Harry felt himself nearing his breaking point. With a groan and a moan, Harry felt himself empty into her, setting off a similar experience above. The feline wailed in ecstasy at being filled. Unable to further contain herself, her maw came down, biting Harry's shoulder in the same place that Lupin had contacted Hermione.

Harry screamed at the pain that enveloped him, what started as the pain from the bite, radiated through his whole body. His hand came up to push against Hermione. As he pushed, he noticed his transformation beginning. His paler skin began pushing out pitch black fur, his hand transfigured into a paw. His muscles rippled as they grew under his skin, bones cracking and healing could be felt as his limbs lengthened.

Looking down, Harry witnessed his chest filling out, pectoral muscles dominated his view. His view, he felt his eyesight sharpen suddenly, almost like a camera being brought into focus. His legs snapped out, shredding his socks and throwing his shoes from his feet, rapidly turning into paws.

His length had started to soften and had slipped from Hermione who had kept her teeth dug into Harry's shoulder as she rode out the waves of her own orgasm. Harry's member quickly re-inflated, and seemed to overinflate. What had started as a healthy 6.5" started growing. Unable to properly guess, Harry estimated at nearly a foot in length.

As he felt his transformation coming to a finish, he became a backseat passenger in his own body as animalistic forces took over control of his body. His legs came up and push Hermione as he had before, but whereas Hermione had just been push before, she became airborne this time, crashing up into tree branches before coming back down.

Hermione rapidly stood back up before facing Harry, teeth bared at Harry as she fought for dominance. Charging Harry, he met her head on. As the wrestled, Harry's superior size to her became relevant, a good size larger than the female below him. Pinning her to the ground, his length rested at the small of her back where a tail flicked in anger at losing dominance.

Harry wanted to stop, he didn't want to do this, but it was too late, pulling back his length landed under her tail, causing Harry's body to push forward, hoping to find purchase. Hermione yowled back, the wrong purchase having been found. Whirling around, Hermione pounced again, hoping to regain control. Harry's form caught her, rolled her to the ground. His member found purchase again and pushed. Warmth flooded over Harry's engorge cock as it pulsed into Hermione.

Hermione's fight seemed to be gone, having been conquered as Harry started thrusting into her. Pleasured yowls escaped Hermione at the sensation of being mated. The foreplay had worked them both up, it wasn't long before Hermione's pussy tightened in orgasm, squirt spraying from their joined surface, as Harry emptied inside her prism.

Harry fell back onto his side, unable to hold himself up any longer. Hermione came over to him, licked across his forehead and curled up into his side. Contentment passed through Harry as his animalistic consciousness conceded control. He brought his paw like hand up to grip onto Hermione as he laid his head down and drifted off into sleep.

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Sunlight pierced through the treetops landing on Harry's face. Bringing his hand up, he looked around, finding himself naked on the floor of the forest. Looking at his hand, he was greeted to by a human hand. Looking down, he witnessed the slumbering form of Hermione. Placing a hand on her shoulder, a soft groan escaped her as she began to wake.

Harry stood up, maybe a little too quickly. He became unbalanced and tumbled down on top of Hermione. Jolted by the feeling of Harry landing on her, Hermione was quick to waken, pouncing up and bounding away, startled eyes scanned the area searching for a threat. Terrified eyes fell back to Harry, laying in a heap on the ground.

Harry too quickly bounced up, animalistic reflexes and instinct taking over, preparing for Hermione to attack him as she did last night. Harry gazed at the form of Hermione, she had grown in unexpected ways. Even hunched over in an attack stance, Harry garnered that she easily stood at 6' in height, paling in comparison to the 5'5" that she previously stood at. Large breasts stood from her bosom, jiggling with every breath of air. Health long brown hair shone in the morning sun. Muscle stood poised on her arms and legs, abs highlighted her flat stomach in a subtle way.

Hermione was greeted by a similar sight before her. Harry stood in a similar position, hunched over ready to defend himself. His small frame had filled out, creating a dominating presence. He easily stood at 6'2", muscle dominated his arms, not like a bodybuilder, more like a toned warrior, able to strike fast and hard. His legs mimicked those muscled, tensed ready to move at a moments notice. Between his legs hung a length of meat resembling a summer sausage. Not even hard, it was longer that Harry had been when Hard just 24 hours before. Where Harry previously had minimal abs, a glowing pack now engulfed his stomach. His black hair had grown down to a neck length, absorbing all like and presenting as its own like a black light.

"Harry? Is that you? What happened?" Hermione asked, easing her stance, but maintaining composure, ready to lock herself back down for battle.

"You, you transformed into a werewolf." Harry explained, matching her de-escalation, hoping to find a solution to their questions

"But, but I didn't test positive for Lycanthropy." Hermione stammered, trying to explain away the situation.

"Tis not a werewolf, but a werecat" a voice called. Harry leapt over to Hermione, standing in front of her, ready to defend her. Hermione to entered into a combat pose, ready to back her mate should battle ensue. "It is a pleasure to meet you again young wizard." Firenze greeted as he entered the clearing that had been witnessed to their combat fornication last night.

"Firenze." Harry greeted, still remaining posed for attack. "What did you just say?" He asked in an accusatory manner.

"I would ask that you cover yourselves, I have my daughter with me. I can explain then." A smaller body appeared beside Firenze, a centauride standing 2/3rd the height of Firenze, flowing blonde hair gleamed in the morning sun. It was similar to her father's own blonde hair, but whereas Firenze's had masculine qualities of coarseness, her's displayed a softness.

"Hello" she offered from beside, giggling as Harry quickly tried to cover himself, unable to achieve any meaningful measure of modesty.

"Show some grace Dirshah." Firenze scolded. He stepped forward, removing his dark mossy green woolen cloak, handing it to Harry who quickly gave it to Hermione, aiding in covering her. Ripping a section from the huge material, he brought it between his legs to capture his length and tied it around his waist, making him resemble wearing a diaper.

Dirshah giggled again at the sight of this grown man baby. Firenze gave her a scolding glance as she strode up to stand beside him. "What did you mean when you said we were werecats?" Hermione queried from Harry's side.

Firenze kneeled, Dirshah did the same, with Harry and Hermione both coming to a seated position before them. "There are stories from Africa, of Werecats that controlled the Egyptians, made them worship them as Gods. They were ancient witches and wizards, who harness the power of cats, able to readily transform from their God-Like feline forms into those of humans with ease."

"Do you think we'll be able to?" Hermione asked with a giddy desire to harness more knowledge.

"Patience young one, patience" Firenze chided gently. "It would not surprise me if two beings, strong as you are, find yourself capable of transformation, though you will have to learn for yourself, I cannot guide you on that journey." He explained to the eager witch. Disappointed clouded Hermione's face at the semi-rejection of the wise Centaur.

"Come, let us find your way back." He offered, standing once again. Harry and Hermione following along with Dirshah taking up the rear. Harry could often hear her stifled giggles at the display he put on for her as he walked in front of the young Centauride. The forest floor bit at the feet of the 2 teens, but they didn't show it, hiking through the woods until a familiar figure was seen approaching them.

"Mornin' Firenze. Any luck with your hunt." A booming voice call out to the group as Hagrid came into view.

"He found something rather unexpected" Firenze called, stepping to the side to present Harry and Hermione to the half giant professor of Hogwarts.

"Who do we have here?" He observed at the immodest forms of Harry and Hermione standing before him. "Seem familiar, but I cannot place them"
"It's us Hagrid" Harry offered, hoping to fit the pieces together in the giant's mind.

"Harry… Hermione… what happened to ya?" He called, squinting down at them. Their forms were far more mature than he had seen just a few days ago at their final for their Care of Magical Creatures class. Hermione's bosom caused the cloak to tent comedically, splitting down the middle creating a vast chasm of cleavage before closing just below her newfound breasts.

Harry's impromptu coverings left his muscular chest on display, sweat lightly coated him from their hiking further defining the chiseled carvings to any onlookers. His arms of tone muscular nature crossed his chest, but still displayed their qualities. His legs where posed to have one slightly in front of his frame that he rested most of his weight on while the trailing provided balance.

To say the least, Hagrid was shocked at what he witnessed before him. "I think I got it from here Firenze, you and Dirshah can take off. Good luck with your hunt." Hagrid offered as he turned around, heading back towards the castle, back towards the repercussions that awaited the mated duo.

I hope you liked chapter 4. Next chapter will primarily be dialogue, but with any hope, it'll be enjoyable none the less.