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I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. ALL CHARACTERS ARE THE PROPERTY OF THEIR OWNERS. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND SUGGESTIONS WELCOME.

Harry's summer seemed to be flying by. For the first time ever, his aunt, uncle, and overweight cousin had avoided him like the plague. Harry suspected that they didn't want to get bitten and be turned into a werewolf. Apparently, they thought he was part wolf now, not German Shepherd. Easy mistake, I guess. But if it keeps them from bothering me, I'll be whatever they want me to be.

Later that day, during lunch, Harry's good summer was about to come to a crashing halt. "Even though you have been turned into a monstrous beast," his Aunt Petunia said, "does not mean you will be excused from eating with your Aunt Marge next week."

It took all of Harry's willpower not to say something that would cause him to starve. So he stayed silent and just nodded. His aunt quickly left the room without a backward glance. Harry sighed, knowing his summer was too good to be true.

The week leading up to Marge's visit went by faster then the rest of his summer. It seemed like only a day had passed before his Uncle Vernon went to pick up his sister. Harry hoped that the next week would fly by as fast as the previous few, but he doubted it would.

Harry somehow made it to the last day of Marge's visit. They were eating dinner, when Marge started her shit. The same stuff, blasting him, his parents, his background. When she took a cheap shot at his father, he was fed up. He yelled at her, she yelled back. She began blowing up. Harry quickly ran for his bedroom, hastily threw his belongings into his trunk, and jumped down the stairs, knocking over his uncle at the bottom. He stormed out of the house and began making his way to the end of the street.

When he was alone, he heard rustling behind him. He whipped around and saw a shaggy, black dog staring at him from the bushes. He stepped back as the dog growled and tripped, his wand flying out of his hand. Bright lights erupted in front of his eyes, and he realized they weren't from the fall. A tall, purple bus had nearly run him over.

He stood up quickly and looked around. A man, maybe a few years older than him, had stepped off the bus. He was talking and didn't realize Harry was on the ground.

After introductions, Harry not giving his real name, he made his way onto the bus. He told the man where he wanted to go, and fell onto a bed as the bus took off with a bang. After talking a while with the conductor, and discovering about Sirius Black on the loose, they arrived in front of the Leaky Cauldron. Harry thanked the driver and stepped of the bus.

"Harry! Thank God! We thought we had lost you when you ran away from your aunt and uncle's! Tom, take Mr. Potter's bags to his room. Harry, come in quickly and get something to eat!" Harry was so taken aback by Cornelius Fudge's greeting that he automatically did what he was told to do.

After finding out that Fudge wanted Harry to stay in or around Diagon Alley, he went up to his room. "Hey Hedwig." His snowy white owl hooted softly and took off through the open window. Harry lay down on his bed, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened them, he could hear voices in the room below. "He's not a monster, Ron! He's just acting like any normal cat!"

"Well, you just keep that beast away from Scabbers. He's not feeling that well anyway!" Harry smiled to himself, instantly recognizing the voices of his two best friends. He jumped out of his bed, quickly got dressed, and raced down the stairs. His friends were still arguing, Hermione holding a large, ginger cat; Ron was holding a squirming white rat. He smiled, and cleared his throat. Ron and Hermione instantly stopped arguing and turned around.

"Harry," screamed Hermione. She dropped the cat and ran over to him, throwing her arms around him. Harry hugged her back. "Harry, we were so worried when Fudge told Ron's dad you weren't at your aunt and uncle's! We thought something bad had happened!"

"Well, the only bad thing that happened was me almost getting run over by a triple-decker bus."

Ron and Hermione laughed and Hermione hugged him again. They walked up to Harry's room and began talking about their summers so far.

"Mum and dad were shocked to see the condition I was in. They wanted to take me into a specialist, but I talked them out of it." Hermione's parents were Muggles, and were pretty clueless when it came to the wizarding world.

"How's Ginny doing, Ron," asked Harry.

"She's gotten used to the changes. It took her a while. She missed a lot of the Egypt tour, though." Ron looked at Harry and Hermione. "I hope Dumbledore figured out what happened while everyone was gone."

"I'm sure he has, Ron," said Hermione. Mrs. Weasley had poked her head in the bedroom.

"Harry, Ron, I'm going to take you out to do your shopping. Hermione, I'm taking you and Ginny tomorrow. While we're gone, can you please try to comfort Ginny? She's getting depressed again."

"Sure, Mrs. Weasley. I'll try my best." Hermione gave her a reassuring smile. Harry and Ron got up, said goodbye to Hermione, and followed Mrs. Weasley out of the room. Hermione waited until she was sure they were gone. She then got up and went to look for Ginny. After a while of searching, she heard Ginny crying in an empty room. Hermione knocked softly.

"What?"

"Ginny, it's me. May I come in?" Hermione heard her get up and walk towards the door. She heard the lock click and Ginny opening the door. Ginny moved aside to let Hermione in and quickly shut and locked the door.

"Are you here to find out what's wrong with me? Because I'm sick of people doing that."

"No. I just want to help you find comfort with your transformation. I felt the same way when it happened to me. Just ask Harry and Ron. But Harry came up with a great way to comfort me, and I want to try it with you, if you're fine with it." She waited patiently for Ginny's response.

"What did he do?"

"I'll just show you. If you want me to stop, just let me know, and I will." Hermione made her way over to Ginny. When she reached her, Hermione put a hand behind Ginny's feline head and pulled it slowly towards her own. Their lips met in the middle. Pleasure shot through Ginny as Hermione kissed her. Ginny became more passionate with her kisses, surprising Hermione. Hermione quickly caught up and opened her feline mouth, allowing Ginny's new tongue to enter. They dueled for a little while, exchanging saliva.

Ginny broke the kiss and smiled at Hermione. "Thanks, Hermione. You're the greatest."

"Oh, we're not done yet, Ms. Weasley. Strip for me," she said dominantly.

Ginny obediently began to strip. Slowly, she worked her shirt over her head, allowing Hermione a nice view of small bumps of flesh. She threw the shirt out of the way, and began working her pants down. Hermione, meanwhile, was teasing her pussy through the fabric of her jeans. Ginny finally got the pants off, showing Hermione the lack of panties. Hermione stared at Ginny's pussy, covered with ginger fur. She could still make out the slit, and noticed a small amount of moisture covering it.

"Good girl. Now, come over here and undress me." Ginny again obeyed, walking over to Hermione. She reached out a ginger paw, and began working her mistress' shirt off. Hermione had developed a little bit over the summer. Her breasts were now larger A-cups. She was wearing a black bra with red lace around the edges.

Ginny threw the shirt over to the pile of clothes and began working Hermione's jeans off. Hermione lifted her butt for a second, allowing the jeans to come off. Ginny was surprised to see panties. They matched the style of the bra. Ginny wrapped her hands around Hermione's back and began working the bra loose. After a few tries, she got it unclasped and it fell off Hermione, showing Ginny her slightly bigger tits. Black fur covered them, but a little bit of pink was showing through. Ginny began to take off Hermione's panties, but was stopped with a light slap.

"Nuh uh, Ms. Weasley. Use your teeth to take them off." Ginny didn't hesitate, going down on Hermione and biting the frilly panties. It took her a while to pull them down. The smell of Hermione's arousal was driving Ginny mad, and she wanted desperately to play with her own burning pussy. She reached down, but felt another slap. "Don't play with yourself until I tell you to. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Ginny waited for her next orders and stared at Hermione's nubile, feline body.

"OK, slave. Lick my pussy, but don't play with yours." Ginny knelt down in front of Hermione and sniffed in her scent. She slowly stuck her tongue out towards the source of the smell. When her tongue reached its target, Hermione thrust her pussy into Ginny's face. Ginny gasped, but didn't pull away. She began using her tongue to dart in and out of Hermione's slit, hearing her moan in pleasure. The juices Ginny felt on her tongue were addictive, and she eagerly lapped them up, not letting any drop onto the bed sheets.

"Oh, you're a good little kitty. Lie on top of me, with your pussy over my face, and my pussy under your face." Ginny obeyed. When she was comfortable, she again lapped up the addictive juices. She felt something warm and rough brush along her slit, and moaned in pure pleasure. She continued licking Hermione, though.

Both girls were moaning in pleasure, licking up each others juices. Hermione felt herself getting close to orgasm, and had no intention of telling Ginny.

Ginny, on the other hand, felt the same feeling she had when Harry was fucking her in the hospital wing. It began deep in her stomach, but gradually moved down to her pussy. "Ahhh, Hermione, I think I'm going to cum soon!!"

"Good girl. Keep going! Don't stop!" Ginny went back to licking the older girls pussy. She noticed a little nub near the top and swiped at it with her tongue. Hermione yelled in pleasure, taking Ginny's own clit in her mouth. Ginny didn't last long after that. She began licking harder on Hermione's clit when her orgasm hit. Hermione's face was drenched by Ginny's cum. The taste of it sent her over the edge, and she screamed in orgasmic ecstasy. Ginny wasn't expecting so much to squirt from Hermione and missed a lot of it. After both orgasms subsided, Ginny got off of Hermione and began licking up the spilled cum. Hermione soon joined her and had the bed free of cum within no time. Hermione then kissed Ginny, tasting herself on Ginny's lips.

"You're such a good little kitty. Did that help at all?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you." Hermione smiled, got up, and began to get dressed.

"The boys will be back soon. We should probably clean up a little bit before they return." Hermione and Ginny dressed in silence and began cleaning the sheets, using different cleaning spells.

"We'll do this again, won't we Hermione?"

"Of course, Ginny. Whenever you want to." Ginny smiled and kissed Hermione one more time.

"I'll be looking forward to it."