Harry was shocked when he was quite suddenly hauled into a broom cupboard. It was the weekend, the middle of a happy Saturday and Harry was returning to the Gryffindor common room. Spirit in his step and a grin on his face.

"Wha-" He cried as he was shut in the dark.

"Harry we need to talk," Hermione said sternly. Her wand lit up revealing hard brown eyes and lips set in a frown.

"About what?"

"About you. About what you've been doing. Don't think I haven't noticed. Harry, you have a girlfriend." She admonished.

"Yeah, I have a girlfriend." Harry frowned, slightly irritated that she again felt it was her business to poke her nose into his business. In truth he shouldn't have doubted Hermione had noticed his regular disappearances. His meetings he had kept secret since he had become the year at Hogwarts. He figured to mention Hermione seemed too hung up on Ron to pay him much attention recently.

Hermione seemed put off about his deadpan response but quickly reassured her righteous indignation.

"Then why are you sleeping around Harry! I can smell her on you." She licked her lips, mentally cursing her choice of close quarters to confront him. "I can smell... Sex." She looked away, cheeks heating.

Harry frowned, since when could Hermione smell such things? She looked back up, her countenance firm again. "You've been sneaking around over the last few months Harry. At first I thought you were being ridiculous and following Malfoy around. I can't believe you were cheating!"

"I'm not cheating." Harry asserted. Somehow Hermione could 'smell' him, when he certainly couldn't smell a thing. In the white light of the wand his frown cast harsh shadows. "They know about each other."

That caught Hermione off guard. She stared at him, in the dark Harry thought he saw a glint of something in her eyes. Desire? Hope? Harry couldn't tell, but he could feel the warmth in his chest rising. That unnatural yet completely instinctual pull that had plagued him around his bushy haired best friend for so long. Ever since that night.

Trying to push away his thoughts he missed how Hermione's breathing shifted, becoming heavier as she unconsciously closed the already minute distance between them.

"They-they know?" She asked, now looking up at him. It was undeniable the hope in her tone. Harry's heart leapt in his chest. He looked away, drawing up the guilt that kept him restrained. Not Hermione, anyone but her. "What does that mean?" Her voice was breathy and he so wanted to push her away. He couldn't because it was Hermione.

"Hermione?" Harry tried to sound shocked at what she was doing. Trying to snap her back to her senses, yet not trying at the same time. He could feel her body pressing up against him and the heat burning in his chest. Her hooded eyes flicked open and her eyes locked onto his. "What's gotten into you?"

Hermione worried her lower lip. The smells of Harry's morning fling had saturated the small broom closet. It was making it so hard for her to focus. She took a breath and spoke,

"I love you Harry."

A startled breath burst from Harry. His green eyes wide. For a moment the words processed.

She loved him. Hermoine loved him. He didn't even have a moment after that statement sunk in before there was nothing between them.

Her lips were soft. Crushed up against his in passion, heat flowing through her body. Her hands slipped into his hair as his arms settled around her waist. His mind was blurred, drunk with happiness.

She gasped against his mouth, gripping curls of his messy black hair. It was enough to pull him back from the brink and his guilt surged up. He pulled back, rather forcefully. He couldn't step away because Hermione had him trapped against the wall. Hermione spoke first, before he could voice any of his concerns.

"I need you to know something." He gnawed at her lip again, her anxiousness stopping Harry from speaking out. Her eyes flicked upwards, catching his. "I'm in heat, Harry.

"Heat?" He was thoroughly confused, he knew what being in heat meant in a sense. He didn't understand why it would apply to Hermione.

She silently tapped herself with her glowing wand. Harry watched her change before his eyes. Her bushy hair shifted, thickening around her face and from her neck. Pointed ears poked through her new mane. He felt something brush his legs. Looking down he could make out a bushy tail extending from under her skirt. It was a transformation he had seen before in his second year following her misadventure with Polyjuice.

"They couldn't reverse the potion," she explained, brushing closer again. "In the end they could only give me a way to look normal. It's called the Tarcotta Charm, it works like a advanced glamour."

"Why didn't you tell me or Ron?" Now guessing why she was acting the way she was he couldn't help noticing the swell of her breasts against his chest.

"I know you wouldn't treat me different. It's just I didn't want you to pity me either," she said. "It's not just my appearance that's changed. I can see better, hear better smell better. I-"

"Go into heat," Harry finished for her. She nodded.

"Twice a year." Her voice was heavy. Her body completely pushed up against his. He could feel the warmth coming off her body. "Normally I can control it. The charm helps deaden it, as well as my senses. Just, this year I can't." Her brown eyes stared up at him, cat-like slits.

"I want you Harry." she hissed, eyes closing before opening to plead with him. "I love you. I have since fourth year. I didn't do anything because I was your best friend and you treated me like a sister. Then you met Annabeth over the summer and.." She ground against him once more. Harry could help but be enticed by the way she suffered her desire. The words dwelt with him as well. 'since fourth year'. Since before everything in love life got entirely out of hand, before he was both cursed and blessed.

His decision made he darted in and kissed her. She responded instantly, kissing him back with so much more heat.

"I think you're beautiful 'Mione. Specially looking like this," he whispered between her lips. "I want you too. I always have."

The wand that was illuminating them both fell to the floor as she gripped his shirt.

"Please..." She hissed, opening her mouth and letting his tongue dive in.

Harry's hands went to her waist, guiding the motion of her needful hips as they rubbed against him. Onwards their tongues danced as Hermione made her burning need felt.

Deep in her chest a sensual rumble grew. Harry pulled away from her with a smirk. She mewled as she tried to close the distance.

"You're purring."

"I'm not," she said, her voice was weak. As was her body beneath his roaming hands.

"Yes you are." Harry lifted her blouse. Leaning down to place his lips to the smooth skin of her collar. Her head fell back and she let out a loud moan. Her flesh was so amazing sensitive, each touch nearly drove her to the edge of orgasm. Certainly her knickers would be ruined.

Her hands dropped unbidden to his trousers and began fiddling with his belt. Harry drew back a little, drawing his wand and casting a quick silencing and locking spell on the door. While Hermione whimpered at the absence of his lips and touch she took the chance to pull away her offending top.

Their lips mashed together again. Hermione half growled into his mouth as hands gently engulfed her bra covered breasts. Her own digits worked overtime to divest him of his trousers. Pulling them and his boxers down in one go. She sighed into his kiss, hands immediately assaulting his cock. As she stroked the underside she marvelled at how felt so big and hot and thick.

Harry let out a pleasurable groan at her ministrations, relocating his lips to kiss along her fine neck. She leant away to grant him more access, moaning into the tight cupboard. One hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping gently. Her other hand went behind her back, struggling to unfasten the bra that denied her half the sensations of Harry's gentle kneading.

Eventually the cloth fell away. Hermione's heavy purrs grew louder when Harry took advantage. His gentle caresses squeezing her bared mounds, testing their softness. In return her hand stroked his thick shaft harder, faster. The scent of their of their arousal heavy in the air, to the half-cat's sensitive nose it was intoxicating.

When Harry locked his lips around her eager, hardened nipple she knew she couldn't wait. She hissed in pleasure. Her hand dove beneath her skirt, yanking aside her drenched panties before literally throwing herself onto Harry. Hooking her legs around his waist and hands around his neck, shifting her hips to drive him inside of her soaking folds. Harry acted first, gripping her hips and shifting them so that instead of the anticipated penetration his length stroked along her lips.

"N-no. Please." She mewled, sounding pathetic and betrayed.

"Please what?" Harry whispered into her sensitive feline ears. They flicked. A shudder ran down her body, summoning more juice from her pussy.

"Please. Please put it inside me." Her breasts heaved from her deep breaths.

"Put what inside you my little kitty? The nickname sent a tingle through her

"Shove your big cock inside your little kitten's - Oh YES!" Harry did as she asked, cupping her ass and sliding himself easily all the way to hee depths. The stimulation was all she needed to release her pent up energy. She screamed her orgasm, gripping Harry tightly as her passage clamped down on his cock.

No sooner than she had cone down from her high, eyes glazed over, did Harry pull back and thrust into her again. He groaned as her slick channel gripped him. Her rumbling purrs filled the air as he in turn filled her.

Hermione's mind was lost in ecstasy. She was limp against him, tounge hanging out and gurgling her pleasure over his shoulder. Her eyes slowly began to focus, although every thrust of his meat inside her caused her to shudder. Her gurgles turned to mewls and her mewls grew out in to eager cries. "More Harry!" She shoved her hips against his, driving him against the entrance to her womb. Rejoicing in the grunts she drew from him. Behind her ass her tail flicked wildly.

"Fuck Hermione. You're so tight."

"It's - it's because it's you," Hermione gasped as a thrust knocked deep inside her. "It's you pounding my eager cunt... Oh fuck... Fuck!"

Hearing his bookworm friend diving into such vocabulary pushed Harry nearer to his edge. Her dripping snatch worked around his cock, the sensation unspeakable.

"Hermione... Kitten... I'm gonna cum."

"Yes! Do it!" Hermione picked up her pace, nails like claws digging into his shoulder blades. She began one more passionate kiss. Yet ended quickly when she leaned back to scream to the roof of their little closet of heaven.

"Cum! Fill me!"

The rest was lost in an indistinguishable yowl. Her convulsions gushing cum over her lover's member. Harry groaned as he unleashed himself within her, the eager pussy drinking it's milk.

The two held onto each other. Their breaths heavy in the afterglow. Hermione purred quietly and her tail swayed in laziness. Content in her lover's arms as he stroked her fur, Hermione remembered how doubtful she was when she learnt about his friendships with several nonhumans. Doubts that only resurfaced when she discovered his relationship with Chlora. Now she was glad she had caught and squashed her jealousy and hypocrisy. After all she had no doubt just reaped the benefits of those unusual pairings.

They broke apart and Hermione slipped from Harry's arms when she could stand on her own She repositioned her knickers over her filled snatch, preventing any of Harry's cum from leaking. She wondered what people would think if they knew the prudish bookworm Hermione Granger enjoyed the sensation. Together she and Harry dressed, enjoying the understanding silence. She stopped him before he removed the charms on the door.

"Harry," she sighed, wrapping her arms around his chest and nuzzling his neck.

"Mmm?"

"I love you." Hermione imagined she could feel the smile on his face.

"I love you too Hermione." A broad Cheshire grin split her features. She snuggled further into his shoulder. Even if her true form was now concealed she felt like purring.

Harry chuckled and continued. "Eleven year old me fell in love with the beautiful, intelligent, bossy teacher's pet." Hermione turned her head to stare at Harry. He just chuckled, she could see his green eyes twinkle with mirth. "Just before I stepped through the fire to face Quirrell. You hugged me for the first time in my life. You believed in me. You told me the most important things in life, friendship, bravery and-"

"Love," Hermione finished. Harry smiled brightly and lent in to kiss her.

"Love. How couldn't I fall for you," he said. She pressed her lips to his, not the passionate fiery kiss from the throes of lust. A deep tender kiss, each trying to convey a world of emotions to the other.

Regretfully they had to pull apart and Harry removed the charms on the door.

"Harry, when you said I didn't love you, what did you mean?" She asked. While the guilt had been absolved. Hermione had loved him, it wasn't just the curse twisting her. He still knew he had a lot to explain and he didn't know if she was accepting of the situation as everything else.

"I told you that Annabeth and the others know about each other." He confessed, "Falling in love in them wasn't exactly a choice. I didn't want that for you. Its a long story."

Hermione's face scrunched up in confusion but she nodded, understanding that he would explain the entire deal later. With a final sweet kiss shared, Hermione stepped from the closet first.

Stopping abruptly when she realized the corridor wasn't empty. Harry cursed internally, he should have thought to check the Maruader's Map beforehand. Parvati's eyes popped out of her head upon seeing them. Professor McGonnagall looked as sterner than usual, boarding on scowling.

"Mr. Potter. Ms. Granger. Dare I ask what you two were doing in there?" Professor McGonnagall asked.

"Having a private discussion Professor," Hermione was quick to lie.

The head of Gryffindor didn't look convinced. "Well I dare say you should resist any urges to have any more discussions in broom closets. We wouldn't want Gryffindor to lose points thanks to mere misunderstandings. As a prefect you are expect to be an example to the younger students." Hermione tried not to wince, McGonnagall knew about her condition and all of the side effects that came with it.

"Of course Professor. Come on a Harry." She slipped her hand in his and dragged her friend and new found lover off, well aware of the intrigued stares of the Gryffindor girls.