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Half an hour earlier, Professor McGonagall had broken up the fight in the second year girls’ dorm and taken the four duelers to Madam Pomfrey, who looked equally enraged. The girls all started babbling at once.

“QUIET!” shouted Professor McGonagall. “I will hear your stories one at a time before I decide what to do with you all. Miss Brown, you first.”

“It was Parvati. She gave me these antlers. She started it!” said Lavender viciously.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING LIAR!” Parvati screamed, bursting into angry tears. “YOU WERE HORRIBLE TO HERMIONE! Professor, she vanished Hermione’s clothes and told her that she was an animal and that she belonged in Hagrid’s menagerie.”

“Well I never...” began Madam Pomfrey angrily. McGonagall put up a hand to shush her and spoke to the furious girls.

“Language Miss Patil. Alright then you three, I can see exactly what is going on here. You will all have detention every Saturday until the end of term, you will each get a black mark on your records, and your parents shall be informed. I have NEVER seen such despicable behaviour from Gryffindors in my entire time serving at this school. I can barely look at you lot.”

“I am docking 50 points from each of you. But because it is unfair that the rest of Gryffindor should suffer for your disgusting behaviour toward one of our own house, I am giving Miss Patil 150 points for defending Miss Granger. Madam Pomfrey will sort you all out. And tomorrow morning you three shall report to the headmaster.”

Lavender, Fay, and their friend scowled at Parvati who was still sobbing. Madam Pomfrey gave Parvati a vial of potion and she swallowed it. A few moments later she stopped crying and hiccuped. Her eyes glazed slightly, and a warm fuzzy feeling spread through her body.

~o0o~

Professor McGonagall led Harry and Hermione to a corridor which they had never seen before. At the end of it was a doorway. The room inside looked like a sitting-room, and Professor McGonagall beckoned them to sit. Then she pulled out two vials of potion and gave one to each of them.

“Down the hatch,” she said firmly. Harry and Hermione complied. They both recognised it as the same potion which Fred and George had given them earlier that evening. A few moments later they felt better. They were sitting on a settee together, and Hermione put her arm around Harry and squeezed closer to him purring as he comfortingly stroked her behind one of her furry ears, and the furry nape of her neck under her bushy hair.

“Well,” began Professor McGonagall, “This is quite a mess, but I don’t see anything else for it. The idiots in the rest of the school think Mr Potter is the Heir of Slytherin and they are either terrified of him, or ready to attack him. And Miss Granger, it is clear that you cannot spend another night in the second year dorm.” McGonagall’s face went ashen. “It would appear that you are in potential danger, even in my own House.”

“Therefore, I don’t see that we have any other choice but to give you two your own quarters together for the time being until everything settles down. Madam Pomfrey has informed me of the nature of your relationship and why it is necessary. Under normal circumstances, it is a complete violation of school policy to allow boys and girls to cohabitate together. But these are not normal circumstances and I will have the Headmaster draw up a writ of dispensation for you two first thing in the morning.”

Harry and Hermione both gave a deep sigh of relief. Professor McGonagall continued.

“Right then. You two are both excused from classes tomorrow. You can gather your things from Gryffindor tower then, and settle in here. You’ll have the entire weekend then to look after yourselves. I will be speaking to all of the other professors and the headmaster to insure that you aren’t accosted during classes, and to keep an eye after you in between.” McGonagall pursed her mouth and went on.

“I will ESPECIALLY be sure to remind Professor Snape that his duty is to protect ALL students, not just those of his own House. Rest assured, after Poppy... Madam Pomfrey informed me of his callous disregard of your plight, I will be monitoring his behaviour.”

Harry and Hermione’s eyes both widened. They glanced at each other, and looked back at Professor McGonagall in amazement. They hadn’t expected Snape to be admonished for his actions yesterday afternoon too. He had been absolutely horrible to Harry since Harry had first arrived at Hogwarts. And not once had any other teachers stepped up to protect Harry from Snape’s abuse. Hermione supposed that this time it was because he had been caught dead to rights by Madam Pomfrey.

“I... I don’t know what to say Professor,” Harry squeaked, looking a bit teary. “Thank you... thank you so much...” Then he leapt up from the settee and hugged Professor McGonagall tightly.

Professor McGonagall looked a bit uncomfortable. She wasn’t very keen on open displays of affection between Professors and their students. A boundary must be maintained. But she could feel a year and a half’s worth of pain wrapped in that hug, and she was determined to be more vigilant about keeping an eye on Severus’s actions in regards to Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

~o0o~

Professor Dumbledore was disturbed and pacing around his office at 2:30 in the morning. He had been woken up by a hysterical Poppy an hour ago and informed of the events beginning with the release of Miss Granger from the hospital wing yesterday afternoon. Then Minerva had accosted him and dressed him down in rather harsh terms for allowing Professor Snape to run roughshod over her students.

He sighed, took off his nightcap, and ran his fingers through his hair. All of his plans were going to hell. It was bad enough that poor Harry had had to put up with the Dursleys, something Minerva had been on about for years since Dumbledore had first left Harry on their doorstep. Dumbledore’s hands were tied though.

Lily’s magic would only protect Harry as long as he lived in an immediate blood relative’s house. And Dumbledore couldn’t directly interfere in the goings on at the Dursleys’ without incurring the wrath of the Ministry, who had placed a ban on meddling in the affairs of muggle guardians of young wizards.

Dumbledore knew that Severus had been treating Harry rather unfairly, and had stepped in once or twice himself to prevent him from being overly harsh. But he hadn’t realised that Severus would go as far as to abuse his authority by docking Harry for behaving quite appropriately given the circumstances.

Then there was Dumbledore’s own behaviour to contend with. He felt dreadful about what eventually had to happen. But he couldn’t see a way around that either. Regardless, he would have to redouble his efforts to undo the damage that Voldemort had done to the boy. It wasn’t fair that Lily's son should have to sacrifice himself after all that he had been through.

Dumbledore did have one idea though, which could possibly kill two birds with one stone, and at least solve his problems with both the Dursleys and Severus.

~o0o~

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry and Hermione explored the rest of the previously uninhabitated teacher’s private quarters. It was about the size of a small flat. As well as the sitting room, there was a small kitchen/dining area, a little study, a bathroom with an enormous tub, and a large bedroom with a king sized bed.

It was very late now, almost 3 in the morning. The pair of young wizards were exhausted and emotionally drained. It had been a very long roller-coaster of a day for them. Hermione for once was glad that they could sleep in if they wanted to and miss their classes. Her tears had dried, and as she was alone with Harry now, her tail was perking up in happiness again.

Professor McGonagall hadn’t made allowances for the tail when she had conjured up the flowery nightie that Hermione was wearing. Now that her bushy tail was a bit more cheerful, it had lifted up the nightie behind, and exposed her pretty naked bottom to Harry. He stiffened at the sight, but he expected that Hermone would probably just want to sleep now.

But though Hermione’s cat hormones had been quieted for the time being, her adolescent girl hormones were kicking in. She could feel the breeze on her backside and knew that Harry was getting an eyeful.

Maybe it was just the hormones, or maybe it was the potion which Professor McGonagall had given them, or a combination of the both, but Hermione could only think of one way to really make herself feel better and put aside the awful memories of the previous afternoon and a few hours ago for a good night’s sleep. She wanted Harry again, so she could remember how good they had felt before leaving the hospital wing.

But Hermione was very tired too, and wasn’t sure that either of them had the energy for a full-blown romp again. She could see Harry’s erection making a tent in his pyjama bottoms, and she guided him to the bed where they both lay down facing each other.

Harry smiled at his girlfriend and put an arm around her. He began to stroke Hermione’s bushy tail, rubbing it up and down. The electrical tingles traveled down her tail and up her spine. She purred and arched her back as she began to moisten between her legs again. Some of her cat hormones were aroused again too, because she felt an urge to lick Harry and give him little love bites--which she proceeded to do after removing his pyjama shirt.

She pulled off her nightgown and placed one of Harry’s hands on a breast, and another between her thighs. Harry knew what Hermione wanted, and was more than happy to oblige. She had been licking his belly button and chest with her rough cat tongue, and nibbling his nipples. Harry was astonished at how pleasurable it was to have his own nipples sucked. He thought he would give that a try too.

He gave her breast a gentle squeeze and began tweaking the hard nipple lazily with his fingers, and he put his mouth on her other breast and began sucking hungrily. His wet tongue flicked around the nipple in his mouth while the one hand on Hermione’s breast moved down her torso and cupped one of her little lower breasts, playing with its nipple. She purred loudly as ripples of pleasure spread out from everywhere that Harry was touching her. Harry was rubbing Hermione’s damp hairless slit, and his fingers pushed into her opening while his thumb instinctively found the nub of her clitoris.

Meanwhile, Hermione’s warm hands had wrapped around Harry’s engorged penis and slowly began to caress and squeeze it. Harry felt a delightful throbbing sensation. Hermione began to masturbate Harry in earnest. He moaned, and tightening his buttocks, he began to thrust himself into the sheath her hands had formed.

Hermione’s fluffy tail began to whip around as it had before. Her cat ears flattened and she began to meow in delight as Harry kept sucking her hard nipples, and his thumb rubbed her clit with his fingers buried inside her.

Harry knew now, that once Hermione started yowling, she was getting nearer to that moment of utter bliss. He was barely able to contain himself any longer. Hermione’s hands felt so good around his erection.

Hermione couldn’t hold it back any longer and she began to climax ecstatically. That put Harry over the top, and a load of semen shot from the tip of his penis, splattering against Hermione’s abdomen. Panting, he jerked back and forth in her hands and volley after volley of his sticky fluid landed on Hermione’s belly, soaking her fingers.

In the ebbing heat of passion, Hermione’s cat curiosity got the better of her, and she licked the stickiness off her fingers. Harry’s dripping penis began to deflate as he sighed in contentment and lay back on his pillow. Sated, the two young lovers passed out, their arms wrapped around each other.