This is my first ever fanfiction that I am publicly releasing. I've had a few that I've written and just kept private, this is the first one ever that I'm writing for the purpose of releasing publicly. Please feel free to give me constructive criticism. I haven't read the books in a long time. I've read plenty of fanfiction. If I steal content or ideas from someone else, I promise it is not intentional. I searched and no one has done a story like what I'm about to write, but some ideas may be borrowed.
What's to come?
This is going to be a werecat story where Hermione gets bitten by Lupin in their third year. She will claim Harry as a mate and they will form a harem together. The harem will consist of everything including male/female, female/female, male/futa, futa/female, male/male and whatever else I want. There will be warnings involved when abnormal content comes along. I get that not everyone has the same taste in content. I don't want to alienate anyone, while also serving the tastes of everyone.
Let us begin
Chapter 1: Polyjuice
Chamber of Secrets
Hermione carefully poured out 3 equal glasses of the most foul brew she had ever concocted. The polyjuice potion reeked of decaying matter the likes of which the 3 cohorts had never smelt. She reached out and grabbed 2 glasses, keeping them at arm's length away from herself to attempt to avoid the smell however possible.
Harry and Ron both grabbed the glasses. Harry peered into his glass. The liquid inside resembled grey diarrhea, potentially from a Goblin, but somehow managed to smell even worse. How he was going to choke this down he had no idea. Adding in their hairs, the potion turned over on itself inside the glass, letting out a pungent odor that made Harry's and Ron's eyes water.
Hermione grabbed the remaining glass and added in her hair she plucked from Millicent Bulstrobe's robe as she napped in Professor Binn's class. Her potion too turned over, but instead of remaining homogenous as Harry's and Ron's did, her's developed dark orange, almost brown, swirls. These went unnoticed by Hermione.
"Cheers" Hermione offered to Harry and Ron. The 3 clinked their glasses together. Each seemed to take a last gasp of fresh air, holding it in as they brought their glasses to their mouths. Each took a large gulp of their potions. Bringing the glasses down, each had a sour look upon their faces at the horrible taste invading their senses.
Myrtle peered out from her stall, curious as to what will happen next. She had developed a fondness for the 3, Harry in particular. They weren't mean to her like the others. They tolerated her wailing and moaning, and even made conversation with her. She knew they were tolerating her as they plundered the use of the haunted bathroom for their exploits, but she hoped if she remained a good host to the 3 of them, that they might continue to return and grace her with their lively presence.
Each attempted to bring their respective glass back up to their lips. Ron took a gulp and couldn't hold it anymore. With the claim of; "I'm gonna be sick" he dropped his glass, which shattered on the ground, bolted for a bathroom stall and started hurling into the porcelain bowl.
Hermione was next; "me too" as she too dropped her glass and hurried into her stall. She stepped through Myrtle, which sent the poor ghost skirting into the pipe. Slamming the door to the stall closed and falling to her knees at her own pure white throne, she hung her head as her transformation began to take place.
Harry managed to choke down his gulp. Bringing the glass to his lips a third time proved to be too much. Dropping his glass into the sink, he held onto the decorative marble. Peering up at his reflection, he saw his skin start to boil. As he witnessed his change into Goyle, his glasses bounced lightly on his face. With the change complete he turned around.
Stepping out from the stall, Ron was before him as Crabbe. "Harry?"
"Ron?"
"Bloody hell"
"We still sound like ourselves. You need to sound more like Crabbe"
"Uh, bloody hell"
"Excellent"
"But where's Hermione?"
"I, I don't think I'm going" Hermione choked out from inside the stall with the door pressed firmly closed. "You go on without me"
Worried, Harry called out "Hermione, are you OK"
"Just go, you're wasting time"
Reluctantly, Harry turned back to Ron. "Come on" he bellowed, attempting to sound like Goyle, and the 2 remaining conspirators fled the bathroom, headed for the Slytherin Common room to find out what Draco knew of the Heir to Slytherin.
So concludes chapter one. Chapter two will be Hermione's transformation. We probably won't get to the steamy stuff for a while, but hang on, it's cumming.