Free At Last!
Warning: Sexual Situations between Underage Characters (12+)
Wednesday, December 30th, 1992 – Sometime in the afternoon
When Harry awoke, several things crossed his mind. First, he wasn't sure how long he slept; he had no idea what time it was. Second, there was still natural light shining around the Hospital Wing, so he was sure it was probably in the afternoon. At least he hoped it was. That was the third thing that crossed his mind. What if he and Hermione had slept through the rest of the day and the night, and it was the following morning? Fourth was that Madam Pomfrey probably wouldn't let him do that; she especially wouldn't let him and Hermione miss two meals – three in Hermione's case, she hadn't eaten breakfast!
The fifth thing that crossed his mind was pleasure, intense pleasure coming from the nether region of his body. He lifted his head and gazed down the bed, then his eyes widened. Hermione's head was bobbing up and down against his crotch, sucking on his penis, and brushing her rough tongue against his shaft. She had begun this while he was asleep?! He realized the Neko inside Hermione must have sprung forth again. He wondered how long she had been doing that. He felt no build-up at the moment, so he knew he wasn't about to have an orgasm yet.
Harry relaxed his head back on the pillow. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something on the bedside table. He realized it was an empty Potion vial, and a small strip of parchment. He reached for the parchment and looked at it.
This is Contraceptive Draught. Make sure Hermione takes it before you proceed with any further sexual intercourse. Call for me at the first possible opportunity. You and Hermione need to eat some lunch to keep up your strength. Especially Hermione, since she missed breakfast!
Professor McGonagall wishes to speak to you sometime today if you can find the time. Something about a topic she couldn't tell you earlier because of your current situation.
Harry glanced at the empty potion vial. At least Hermione was sane enough to drink it before the Neko in her took over. Harry's eyes glanced back at the words 'first possible opportunity', then snorted softly. This was definitely not the best opportunity. Then there was the fact that Professor McGonagall needed to speak to him if he could 'find the time'. Harry snorted again, louder this time.
Hermione paused in her task, her mouth still full of Harry's penis. Harry looked at her over the slip of parchment, and saw her yellow eyes staring at him. Her ears were flattened, and her tail was moving rather violently. She was upset with him. Why was she upset?
Oh. He was awake, and he wasn't focused on her, even though she was pleasuring him. He had been reading Madam Pomfrey's note, instead of watching her.
"I apologize," Harry said, setting the parchment back on the table. "You have my complete focus now. Did you drink the potion? We can't continue unless you did."
Hermione made a noise that sounded something between a purr and a growl, causing her mouth to vibrate around his penis. Her ears raised back up and her tail started waving around more happily now. Harry hoped that was an affirmative answer.
He placed his hands on her head and started rubbing behind her ears. Hermione purred happily now that her mate had his focus back on her, then she continued to bob her mouth up and down against him. Her tongue brushed around his shaft, teasing the sensitive flesh.
She then moved a hand between her legs, and started rubbing herself. A mesmerizing grin lit up Harry's face as he watched Hermione slip her middle finger inside herself, and stroke it back and forth. She began purring as she pleasured herself, but the sounds were muffled in her throat, as they vibrated around Harry's shaft heightening his own pleasure.
This continued for three more minutes, before Hermione mewled gutturally as an orgasm washed through her. Harry gasped, as the vibrations inside Hermione's throat sent him deeper into pleasure, and he ejaculated. Hermione raised her mouth up his shaft, until only her lips were wrapped around the tip of his penis. Her tail started waving around happily as she milked him, sucking every drop of his seed down her throat.
She backed away, and sat back on her haunches. She then did something he hadn't seen her do before; she started licking her hand and washing her face with it. Harry thought that was really cute.
"Hermione?" Harry said, as he watched Hermione lick her hand again, "Madam Pomfrey said we should -"
He hummed, stopping mid-sentence, as Hermione wrapped her wet hand around his penis and started stroking it back into erection. When he opened his mouth to speak again, Hermione glared her yellow eyes at him, and her ears flattened.
"Fine, fine," Harry said, "You're obviously not finished yet. What do you want me to do?"
When Harry's penis was erect and pointed at the ceiling, Hermione started crawling toward Harry. Harry made to move, but Hermione slapped a clawed hand against his chest and pressed him back onto the bed. He looked at her questioningly, and she hissed softly. He sighed, and relaxed back against the pillow Hermione straddled herself above him, so that her center was directly above his penis. Harry looked on, wide-eyed, as Hermione descended herself onto him.
Hermione emitted an audible meow followed by a loud purr, as Harry's penis slipped inside her. She started shaking her butt as she slowly slid down onto him, enveloping her warmth around him, her previous orgasm making her descent onto him easier. She only stopped when their crotches connected.
"Are you sure you took the Contraceptive Draught?" Harry asked. "You didn't just dump it out? I'm sorry to ask that, but..."
Harry's sentence was drowned out by a moan as Hermione raised up his shaft, and stretched her arm toward the bedside table. She grabbed the Potion vial, then slid back down onto him, and relaxed against his crotch again. She put the vial to her lips and mimicked drinking down the potion. Harry took the vial and placed it back on the table.
"Alright," Harry said, "I believe you. I'm sorry I'm nagging you. I know what's going on. You want my babies, don't you?"
Hermione purred, as her tail waved around happily. Harry sighed. If he had asked normal Hermione that question, she would probably give the same answer – though probably more verbally - but not so energetically. She would also probably agree that they should wait for a while – a long while. But the Neko inside Hermione was in heat, and he knew she thought that meant it was time for her to become pregnant, no matter how young she was.
"I'm twelve years old, Hermione," Harry said, "You're thirteen. We need to wait, alright? I promise. If you want my babies, then eventually, it will happen. But we're young. In Cat-Girl terms, you're still a kitten, Hermione. We're not ready to be parents."
Hermione meowed, and it sounded almost like a question.
"Can you wait until we're older?" Harry asked. "Do you promise to take your potion every month?"
Hermione raised up on Harry's shaft, then sunk down again. He realized what she was trying to say. He wished she could just speak her mind, but the Neko inside her only seemed to speak when she wanted to command him to do something to her. Casual discussion just wasn't on the Neko's mind.
"Yes, I promise we can still do this," Harry said, "As long as it doesn't result in babies for a while. So do you promise?"
Hermione nodded. Harry sighed in relief. At least he understood that.
"Brilliant," he said, "You can continue."
Hermione's tail waved happily, and she purred as she began riding him rather fast and passionately, her uncontrollable mane bobbing around her head. Harry thought she looked absolutely beautiful, angelic on top of him. He knew she would only grow more beautiful in years to come, and he looked forward to spending several decades with her.
After a couple of minutes, Hermione slowed her movements on top of him, and the growling she was making under her breath was not out of anger, but pleasure. It sounded like music to Harry. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her budding breasts. They were not large enough to grope, so he simply rubbed his palms against her nipples. When her nipples became pointy, Harry traced his fingers around them, then gently pinched them between his forefingers and thumbs. Hermione yowled in pleasure, wagging her tail around happily.
Hermione pressed her knees into the bed, and raised herself to the tip of Harry's penis, then slowly sank back down, teasing him. Harry moaned at the intense feeling. Hermione grinned at his reaction, and she repeated this movement a few more times. Then she started bouncing quickly again. When Harry pinched her nipples again, Hermione yowled, and started twitching, as another orgasm racked through her body. She gushed around Harry's penis and her wetness dripped down Harry's shaft heightening his pleasure. Harry's orgasm came suddenly as his seed erupted into her. Hermione sighed in pleasure, and laid her head down on Harry's chest, humming as Harry emptied himself into her.
"Hmm," Hermione murmured, "That feels really good."
"You're you again?" Harry asked.
"Are you going to ask that every time, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Maybe," Harry said. "It is strange talking to you when you're in heat. You never said a word to me this time until just now."
"I could feel everything this time," Hermione said, "Just as I can feel you inside me right now."
"Do you want to continue?" Harry asked, "I might be able to go another round."
"I am pretty hungry, Harry," Hermione said, "Only thing I've had today was that Contraceptive Draught."
"So you did take it," Harry said, "I asked the... the Neko, but you just – mimed something."
"I forced myself to take it before anything happened," Hermione said. "I think the Neko wants your babies, Harry."
"I figured that out myself," Harry said. "I don't want to be a Daddy at twelve, Hermione."
"That's a relief," Hermione said. "Because I'm nowhere near ready to be a Mum."
"That's a relief," Harry echoed.
Hermione hummed and lifted herself off of Harry's penis. She grabbed her wand from the bedside table and said a verbal cleaning charm. The stickiness from their orgasms vanished. She then grabbed the parchment and read it.
"Hmm," Hermione said, "I wonder what Professor McGonagall wants."
"I don't know," Harry said, "Whatever it is, she wanted to tell me this morning before you 'called' for me. Must be important."
"Well, we should get dressed," Hermione said, "And get something to eat."
"In the Great Hall?" Harry asked.
Hermione frowned. "Not yet."
"That's alright," Harry said, "Maybe Madam Pomfrey will let us eat in our Private Quarters. Professor McGonagall's house-elf can get us food. Maybe we can ask her house-elf to ask Professor McGonagall to visit our Quarters."
Hermione nodded, but said nothing. She had learned about house-elves only recently when Harry had told her about Sasha, and Harry knew her opinions about their treatment and lifestyles was rather taboo amongst wizarding society. She understood that Professor McGonagall's house-elf and the Hogwarts house-elves were well-treated, unlike Dobby, whom Harry had met a couple times earlier that year.
Harry and Hermione proceeded to get dressed. As soon as they emerged from the curtains, Madam Pomfrey bustled over to them.
"Let me look over the two of you," she said.
She waved her wand around both of them.
"I checked you over while you were asleep," she said, "You had a good, clean break, Miss Granger. Mr. Potter did very well. How are you feeling?"
"A little tired and hungry," Hermione said, "But otherwise, I'm pretty good."
"What about you, Mr. Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Tired and hungry, same as Hermione," Harry said.
"Anything else you need to tell me?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Hermione... was not like herself," Harry said, "while we were – you know -"
"Sex, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said, "You experienced it, you can say it. It isn't a Taboo! Miss Granger was not herself? What do you mean by that?"
"Well, during our second time," Harry said, "She didn't talk at all, even when I asked her questions. I asked her about the Contraceptive Draught, and she just... mimed drinking the vial. She didn't say anything at all. The first time – well, you saw her – she was very commanding. Then when we finished, she was herself again."
"It may happen during passion and lust for a while, Mr. Potter," Madam Pomfrey said, "Miss Granger is – more or less – a kitten, in Neko terms. How much of the experiences do you remember, Miss Granger?"
"Some of it," Hermione said, "I remember the intensity of it, and the feelings, but nothing I was doing was my choice. But that only happens during heat. If we have sex when I'm not in heat..."
"Is that in your plans?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
"Yes," Hermione said, confidently.
Harry blushed and nodded when Madam Pomfrey looked at him.
"Well, I can't say I am surprised," Madam Pomfrey said. "In time, you will be able to gain control of the Neko inside you, Miss Granger. At the moment, the Neko is taking over because this is new to her, and she has a new mate. Once the Neko is confident that her mate loves her, she should tame down a little bit."
"I hope so," Hermione said.
"What time is it Madam Pomfrey?" Harry asked.
"Nearly two in the afternoon," Madam Pomfrey said, "Lunch is done in the Great Hall, I'm afraid, but I can get something for you."
"Actually," Hermione said, "I really hoped I might be able to move into the Private Quarters. Professor McGonagall's house-elf can get us something to eat, and we can talk to Professor McGonagall there too. I know she wants to talk to us."
Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Well, I did promise I would only keep you here until your first experience of being in heat was done. But you're still in heat, Miss Granger. If you just had sex, then the Neko's lust is currently sated. But -"
"But if it returns, we'll be in the privacy of our Quarters," Hermione said. "And we promise to tell you if something bad happens."
"Professor McGonagall's house-elf, Sasha," Harry said, "We could tell her, and she could tell you."
Madam Pomfrey sighed again. "Alright, you convinced me. But I want you two to eat something before you do anything else. Anything else!"
"We promise, ma'am," Hermione said; and Harry nodded.
Madam Pomfrey summoned a vial of ocean-blue potion, and handed it to Harry.
"This is Potency Potion, Mr. Potter," she said, "If you have sex again, but are having any problems with performance, take it. I will cook you up a batch later for future purposes. I trust you did take your Contraceptive Draught, Miss Granger?"
"Yes, ma'am," Hermione said.
"I want you to take another one next month before you start your usual 'time of the month'," Madam Pomfrey said.
"Yes, ma'am," Hermione said.
"You're both excused," Madam Pomfrey said.
Harry and Hermione both grinned, thanked the nurse, and left the Hospital Wing. Harry took out the Marauder's Map as soon as they headed down the corridor. Hermione's ears went down as she looked at it.
Harry sighed. "I know you have some issues with me having this map, Hermione. But..."
"It could be dangerous," Hermione said, "How do we know it even works right? These Marauders could be untrustworthy! I've never heard of them!"
"Untrustworthy?" Harry asked, "Nah. They're just jokers like the Weasley twins. And they're geniuses. They have to be to create this! We can use this and stroll through the castle avoiding everyone. We won't have to run into Dumbledore, or any students! Imagine if we didn't have this. We'd run into someone like Malfoy, unprepared, and he'd see you looking like you do. We're not prepared to deal with other students about this yet."
Hermione nodded. "I suppose so. Just be careful with the map. Promise me."
"I promise," Harry said.
He kept an eye on the map, searching the path they made between them and their Private Quarters for any names. Thankfully, they ran into nobody. When they reached the griffin guarding the Private Quarters, Harry introduced the griffin to Hermione. It bowed to Hermione, side-stepped and allowed them entry. When they entered the Private Quarters, Harry gave Hermione a tour of their rooms.
"I'm not sure how much use I'll get out of my bedroom," Hermione said, as they reached Harry's bedroom. "It felt really good cuddled up to you while we slept."
"I agree," Harry said, grinning, "You're welcome to spend every night with me. Especially if it means we can do more of what we did."
"Oh, so you enjoyed all that?" Hermione asked.
"Of course I did!" Harry said, "I will prefer when you can consciously experience it all with me, instead of your inner Neko. But yes, I very much enjoyed it."
Hermione grinned. She pecked him on the lips, then led him back to the Common Room. They sat down together on one of the sofas.
"Maybe I should keep my trunk in my bedroom," she said, spotting her trunk, "Just for appearance sake."
"Yeah," Harry said, then cleared his throat. "Sasha?"
The house-elf appeared a moment later.
"Good afternoon, Sasha," Harry said, "This is Hermione, my girlfriend and mate. I'm afraid we missed out on lunch. Can you serve us some of whatever was leftover, and commonly served for the Gryffindors at lunch today?"
"Yes, sir," Sasha said.
"Could you get some milk as well?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Sasha said.
She vanished and appeared half-a-minute later. Then she snapped her fingers and two plates full of food, including chicken, chips, veggies and chocolate brownies appeared, as well as glasses, a jug of pumpkin juice, a jug of milk, and utensils.
"Thank you very much, Sasha," Harry said; Hermione thanked the elf too, "Is Professor McGonagall busy?"
"Not at the moment, sir," Sasha said.
"I wish to invite her to join us," Harry said, "I understand she needs to speak to us."
"I will see if she is available," Sasha said.
"Tell the griffin to allow Professor McGonagall entry when she arrives," Harry said.
Sasha bowed her head then vanished. Harry began eating and watched as Hermione poured milk into her glass. He snickered lightly when he saw her dip her tongue into the milk.
"What?" Hermione asked, looking at him.
"You're – do you realize what you just did?" Harry asked.
Hermione glanced at her glass of milk, then her eyes widened. "Did I just –?"
"Yes," Harry said, grinning, "And it was very cute."
Hermione blushed. "I guess the Neko in me really likes milk."
"Maybe milk sates the Neko's thirst," Harry said.
"And maybe lust," Hermione said, "I loathe to think what will happen when I'm in heat when we're also in class!"
"That's what broom closets are for," Harry said, grinning.
"Harry James Potter!" Hermione shrieked. "Do you really think –?"
"It was a joke, love," Harry said.
"It better be," Hermione said, "I'm much too dignified for a filthy broom closet."
"Too true," Harry said, "You deserve a bed fit for a queen."
Hermione smiled and her tail wagged happily. She started on her meal.
"While we wait for Professor McGonagall, there is something I need to tell you," Harry said, "Something she told me. There is a chance Padma and Daphne, my Betrothed, will be joining us in our Private Quarters. I imagine this room has the ability to add more bedrooms, so that won't be a problem."
"Why would they join us?" Hermione asked.
"Professor McGonagall said that it might be what their parents want," Harry said. "Since Padma and Daphne have been 'promised' to me, it wouldn't be right for them to have other boyfriends, or fraternization with males. Lest they risk the chance of unplanned pregnancy. Betrothals are done to extend bloodlines of Houses."
Hermione nodded. "I can understand that."
"I hope they don't mind living with us," Harry said, sighing.
"I'm sure they won't mind," Hermione said, "It isn't like they won't get to spend time with their friends on the Grounds or in the corridors or classrooms."
"Yeah," Harry said, "Perhaps in here if we have their trust."
Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the door to the Private Quarters opening. Professor McGonagall stepped inside the Common Room.
"Mr. Potter," she said, "Miss Granger. Greetings."
"Greetings, ma'am," Harry said, "Please have a seat."
"I see Madam Pomfrey released you from her care, Miss Granger," McGonagall said, as she sat down in one of the chairs.
"I might have begged her to release me," Hermione said, grinning. "I was starting to get cabin fever."
"Plus, as Madam Pomfrey said," Harry said, "She only said she'd keep Hermione there until after her first experience in heat."
"Is that over, if you don't mind me asking?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Er... probably not," Hermione said, blushing. "After our first time, the Neko was exhausted, as was Harry, and we went to sleep. Then we woke up again after a couple hours of sleep and... well–"
"I see," McGonagall said, "So you get some breaks in between while the Neko is sated. And Madam Pomfrey allowed you to leave."
"We promised to tell her if anything went wrong," Hermione said, "I just wanted to move into here."
"Madam Pomfrey said you wished to speak to me, ma'am?" Harry asked.
"I would have had this conversation with you before your Metamorph lesson," McGonagall said, "But as you know, we were interrupted. Actually, it was probably for the best. This needed to be said to both of you. I spoke to Madam Amelia Bones, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, via the Floo Network this morning. I let her know about the criminal behavior involving the Headmaster, Ron Weasley, and possibly his mother. However, as I told you, Ron and his mother may agree to participate in a deal for immunity."
"Immunity?" Harry echoed. "So Ron won't get in trouble at all?"
"If he agrees to help take down the Headmaster," McGonagall said, "He would be immune from DMLE punishment. But the DMLE and most of the Ministry does not decide if students will be expelled or suspended. The School Governors, and/or the Headmaster decides that."
"Ooh!" Hermione said, "If Dumbledore is sacked, you'd be Headmistress! You could punish Ron!"
"Yes," McGonagall said. "However... if Ron agrees to help take down Albus, I'm afraid I would have qualms about suspending or expelling him. But -"
"But -" Harry began to interrupt.
McGonagall silenced him with a hand, "But, he would be on strict probationary status. He wouldn't have permission to visit Hogsmeade starting next summer, he wouldn't be allowed to be anywhere near either of you outside of the classroom. In the classroom, all Professors would be told to watch his behavior around the two of you. He would be confined to his Common Room, or the Library outside of classes and mealtimes. And he would be expected to have passable grades in all of his classes. If he steps a toe out of line, he would be expelled, no more warnings given."
Harry sighed, and looked at Hermione, who frowned and bit her lip.
"I suppose that would be okay," Hermione said, "If his cooperation takes down Dumbledore."
"Madam Bones will be here tomorrow morning at ten-o-clock," McGonagall said. "Aurors, and possibly Unspeakables from the Department of Mysteries, will accompany her. Albus, of course, has no idea. So it will be a complete surprise to him."
"Why will the Unspeakables be here?" Hermione asked.
"To help with the Chamber of Secrets investigation," McGonagall said. "I also informed Madam Bones about that as well. She was quite outraged about that, having heard nothing about it before she heard it from me. But she's quite sure the investigation will be solved with the help of the DMLE and Unspeakables."
"Brilliant," Hermione said, "Maybe it will be solved before the rest of the students come back."
"That would be excellent, indeed," McGonagall agreed. "I also told Madam Bones about Sirius Black, and the mention of the Godfather Ritual in your parents' Will. She promised to do what she can about that. I trust you still have the copy of your parents' Will, Harry?"
"It is in my bedroom," Harry said.
"Madam Bones will wish to speak to you both tomorrow about what Albus did to you," McGonagall said. "You can show her the copy of the Will tomorrow, so she can see the evidence of the Godfather Ritual herself. She may ask you if she can obtain an additional copy of the Will from Keeper Ragnok for evidence to bring to the Ministry and Wizengamot."
"I can show her and give her permission," Harry said, "And I'd be happy to do my part in taking down Dumbledore."
"Me too, ma'am," Hermione said.
"Madam Bones will be happy to hear that," McGonagall said, "Is there anything else you wish to tell me?"
"Will I be expected to eat down in the Great Hall now that I'm out of the Hospital Wing?" Hermione asked.
McGonagall sighed. "Sasha told me she delivered your meal to you. Have her do the same for the rest of your meals for the immediate future. I need to inform the other staff about your new lifestyle, and together we will handle how to go forward when it comes to the student body. I'm afraid I cannot do that until I know what happens involving the Headmaster."
"Alright," Hermione said, "Thank you."
"Have you received post about your Betrothals yet, Harry?" McGonagall asked.
"No, ma'am," Harry said, "Perhaps it will come tomorrow morning."
"I will have Sasha bring any post directed to the two of you into this room," McGonagall said.
"Thanks," Harry said.
"As you can probably guess," McGonagall said, "Your Metamorph lessons are postponed tomorrow due to Madam Bones' visit. But if you ask Dora, I am sure you can continue your lessons with her in her own Quarters, if you have free time."
"I might do that," Harry said, nodding.
"If that is all," McGonagall said, "I will leave you two alone. If you need me or Madam Pomfrey for anything, please tell Sasha. She is the quick, trustworthy and loyal."
Harry and Hermione promised they would. McGonagall smiled, stood and left the Quarters.
"So what do you think we should do now?" Harry asked Hermione.
"Finish our lunch," Hermione said, "And then I'm going to start reading that book on Nekos I bought, and see if it has any advice about how to tame the Neko inside me."
"And if the lust comes back?" Harry asked, grinning.
"Well, we'll just have to satisfy it, won't we?" Hermione replied, with a small smile.
Harry agreed with another grin, and continued his lunch.