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Parvati had brought them all butterbeers and some chocolate biscuits for tea. Harry found a station on the Wizard Wireless playing a Depeche Mode tune. They all happily munched away while the station played the music of Wizard bands and musicians (and a few Vampire ones too) who were very popular in the muggle world.

Most of them tended to be Goth or Heavy Metal bands. But there were some Wizard Pop and Dance artists as well. Hermione and Parvati tried to pull Harry off the settee and make him dance when the DJ started spinning Lady Gaga and Selena Gomez tunes.

But Harry was reticent, so Hermione passed around another little vial of the potion, sharing it with Parvati too. And soon they were all buzzing happily, giggling and dancing. Now Harry and Hermione understood why Fred and George had nicked some from the hospital wing.

Parvati was getting hot and she pulled her school blazer over her head while she did a little belly dance move. Her shirt was already damp from sweat, and Harry could see her nipples poking through the fabric. Hermione spotted them too and began purring. She slunk up next to Parvati, as Parvati dropped her blazer to the floor.

Hermione turned around again for Parvati, and jutted her bottom ever so slightly. Her furry tail waved in time to the music as her back arched. Parvati's mouth gaped, she wanted to see it without the skirt in the way.

Hermione's cat senses told her what Parvati wanted. She found Parvati's scent intoxicating. Hermione undid the waistband of her skirt and let it drop to the floor, waving her panty-clad bottom and fluffy tail at the other girl. Then, slowly, Hermione tantalisingly peeled her panties down, exposing where her furry tail met her smooth perfect skin at the small of her back and the top of the cleft between her bottom cheeks.

Parvati moaned. She felt the tingly feeling in her tummy become stronger. When Hermione stepped out of her panties completely, Parvati felt a surge of pleasure in her groin, her undies moistening. Her knees weakened and she put a hand between her own legs to touch herself.

Hermione turned on the spot and blushed. But she also had a mischievously determined sort of look in her eye. Hermione was still clad in her shirt, and though her naked thighs were still visible, the shirt covered everything else.

"Do you want to see a bit more Parvati?" Hermione slyly asked. Parvati just nodded, her mouth open.

"I'll show you more if you show me some too..." Hermione grinned as her tail twitched. Parvati reddened, putting a finger to her lips. She smiled nervously, glanced at Harry, and nodded again. She didn't trust herself to speak...

Harry was already stiff, but somehow he felt even longer and harder and he had to readjust his underwear as he watched Hermione perform for Parvati. He was surprised when Hermione asked the question, but he felt even more excited when Parvati agreed to return the favour.

Parvati wasn't sure where to start, but Hermione was. Purring loudly, she pulled off Parvati's tie and unbuttoned her blouse revealing the smooth satiny skin of her abdomen. Parvati's nipples poked through an elegantly cut sheer bra, and her breasts were slightly bigger than Hermione's. Hermione's bushy tail waved gleefully as she undid Parvati's skirt and let it fall to the floor.

Parvati's cheeks turned crimson as she attempted a little pose wearing nothing but her bra and thong. But she couldn't help grinning at the ridiculous expression on Harry's face. She noticed Hermione's twitching cat ears and beckoning look. Parvati understood the silent invitation and unbuttoned Hermione's blouse revealing her four breasts and eight nipples.

Hermione purred and arched, perfectly naked. She took Parvati's hands and placed them on her first breasts. Parvati didn't resist, she cupped and massaged Hermione's breasts with her palms, gently giving her nipples little flicks with her thumbs. Hermione gasped. Parvati slid her palms down Hermione's torso to her second breasts and did the same. She caressed Hermione's abdomen feeling her nipples there pressing into her palms. Then she took her index fingers and rubbed Hermione's little nipples in circles. Hermione reacted as if every touch was an electrical charge and began to meow in pleasure.

Hermione didn't know that Parvati had had lots of practice on her twin sister, Padma. Parvati knew exactly what it took to bring another girl to her knees. Parvati got to her own knees and parted Hermione's thighs gazing closely at her hairless slit and inhaling her fragrance. She pushed apart Hermione's thighs a bit more and ran the tip of her tongue the length of Hermione's labia.

Hermione was in ecstatic shock. She hadn't expected Parvati to lick her there. It felt really good and she wanted Parvati to keep going. But Hermione wanted Harry too. She beckoned him closer then pulled off his shirt. Parvati momentarily stopped using her tongue on Hermione's slit and replaced it with two fingers. She wanted to see what Harry looked like.

Parvati was surprised to see that he wasn't a softy. She supposed it was because he was an unlikely quidditch player with exceptional talent and determination. But she noticed several (non-curse) scars too, and filed that away for later. As she was already on her knees, after Hermione undid Harry's shorts, Parvati pulled them off. She knew what she was about to see because she and her sister had been messing around a bit with a muggle boy when they were at home during the holidays.

Harry's erection was bursting. He was certain it was going to tear through his briefs, and decided then and there that he would wear boxers in the future. Parvati didn't stop with his shorts. She pulled Harry's briefs down and set his penis free.

Parvati giggled in nervousness and excitement. Harry was much bigger than she had expected. Hermione didn't say anything about the engorgement charm. Parvati reached out and wrapped her warm hand around Harry's penis. He gasped at the pleasurable sensation. It was a bit of a shock--a very good one--to feel another girl touching him, but he felt slightly guilty.

"Hermione," Parvati began, "Do you mind?" Hermione grinned, her tail curling up tightly as she squeezed her thighs together and shook her head. Parvati continued, "This is something Padma and I tried with a muggle boy. You should try it too. It's a lot of fun!"

With her hand at the base of Harry's penis, Parvati took it in her mouth. She tasted him with her tongue and gave it a suck. She bobbed up and down sucking it and twirling her tongue around the tip. Harry was amazed at the incredible feeling he got from having a girl suck his penis. He'd never thought about that before. He almost lost it, but Parvati stopped.

"Come on Hermione. Why don't you try? I think Harry likes it."

Harry nodded vigorously. He liked it a lot. Grinning, Parvati continued,

"And I'll finish what I started with you Hermione."

Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She sat Harry down on the settee and kneeled between his naked thighs staring at his erection. Her cat ears twitched joyfully as she wrapped her hand around the base and tentatively took the head of Harry's penis in her mouth. He tasted as nice as he smelled.

Hermione's cat tail quivered in delight, and the cat fur down her spine stood on end when she felt Parvati's face pressed between her bottom cheeks and her wet tongue slide inside of her again. Her fluffy tail began to whip around and she purred intensely, her ears beginning to flatten.

Harry stroked Hermione's furry cat ears with both hands as her head moved up and down. Parvati's mouth had felt incredible on his penis, but Hermione's rough cat tongue was out-of-this-world fantastic. He couldn't help himself and started thrusting, pressing against the back of her throat. Hermione choked slightly, but recovered, and held herself stationary for a few moments to see how far she could let Harry go without gagging. She discovered to her surprise that she had perfect self-control over her gag-reflex so she let Harry continue to thrust himself deeper.

She couldn't really yowl properly with a penis in her mouth, and she began to make a high pitched growly noise. Parvati's tongue was sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Hermione's body and she couldn't hold back anymore. Her cat ears flattened back and she had a powerful orgasm, wetting Parvati's face.

Harry could feel himself start to lose it and made to pull out, but Hermione held his thighs apart and wouldn't let him move. Uncontrollably he ejaculated into Hermione's mouth several times and she swallowed it. When she thought Harry had finished she released his penis from her mouth, but it jerked twice more and a splodge of semen landed on her nose. Spent and giggling, she wiped it off with a finger and licked it.

Parvati was right. That had been fun.

~o0o~

Parvati looked like she wanted to ask them something before she left. But then she just flushed and shook her head. She smiled shyly at Hermione and Harry.

"I've got to go, Padma's expecting me," Parvati said. "But... but I'd like to visit again. Can we do this again? Please? Soon?" she pleaded.

"Of course!" Harry and Hermione replied simultaneously with eager faces.

~o0o~

The rest of the weekend was relatively uneventful. Harry and Hermione did some studying on Saturday morning, then spent the rest of the day and most of Sunday making their presence felt around the most public places of Hogwarts. By the end of Sunday, it wasn't so bad. There were still a few hoots and catcalls (mostly from Slytherins and Seamus), but most students barely took any notice. And more and more girls were starting to look at Hermione's furry tail and ears with longing or envious expressions.

Monday brought potions with Snape. Harry and Hermione headed down to the dungeons with trepidation. Ron lingered behind with Seamus, making stupid faces and laughing obnoxiously. Fay and Lavender shot daggers at Hermione with their eyes.

Then there were all the smirks, sneers, and nasty comments from the Slytherins. Malfoy had a slight leer on his face--though Draco wasn't really sure why and he tried to shake it off.

"Settle down!" the professor snapped at the Slytherins.

They were shocked. Professor Snape never talked to pupils from his own House like that. It soon became clear that Snape was in no mood to tolerate disobedience from anyone--except for Harry and Hermione whom he studiously ignored.

Neville had 30 points taken off for spilling a jar of newt eyes. Ron got docked 50 points because Malfoy's cauldron melted and Draco pointed his finger at Ron. And it wasn't just Gryffindors. Crabbe and Goyle both got a week's worth of detentions for turning in work which usually got them a passing grade.

Professor Snape was infuriated. He had been banned from docking points from Harry Potter and Hermione Granger without first having Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster review the terms of punishment. As he had no wish to be called to account for the many trivial excuses he usually concocted to dock points, Snape decided to ignore Potter and Miss Granger altogether.

Which was excellent for Harry. He turned in a perfect potion. Snape was astonished, as Miss Granger had been far too busy hovering over her own potion to have helped Potter.

Still fuming, Snape peered after the students departing the dungeons. It was bad enough that he wasn't allowed to punish Potter and his girlfriend, but the Headmaster had ordered him to go on a pointless mission to investigate the Dursleys surreptitiously without alerting the Ministry to any Hogwarts involvement.

~o0o~

Harry and Hermione passed Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and noticed water pouring out from under the door. Peeking inside, they saw Myrtle crying.

"What's wrong Myrtle?" Harry asked sympathetically.

"S... somebody chucked a book at me," sobbed Myrtle. "I know I can't feel it... but... but that just makes it worse."

"I wish I could hug you," Hermione said. Myrtle stopped sobbing and regarded Hermione suspiciously.

"You... you do?" Myrtle asked

"Yes," replied Hermione sincerely.

"You could, you know..." Myrtle began, "You know how you go all funny and cold when a ghost passes through you? For us we actually feel warm and glowy for a moment. It's the only time we feel anything."

That was the saddest thing Harry had ever heard. He opened his arms invitingly.

"I'll hug you Myrtle. I'm sorry if I was ever mean to you."

"Oh, you're alright Harry," Myrtle sniffed happily as she gave Harry a hug. "It's your stupid freckled friend I don't like... and whoever threw that book at me."

When Myrtle hugged Hermione, Harry picked up the sodden book. It looked like a journal or diary of some sort.

"Be careful Harry," Myrtle said. "It could be dangerous. People don't usually chuck things in toilets unless they're trying to get rid of them."

"Right, well I've got to look," said Harry firmly. "If anything happens to me, just get a professor. They'll sort me out."

Harry opened the cover of the soggy diary. All it had written in it was the diary owner's name. T.M. Riddle. Where had he heard the name before?

"Hermione, have you heard of T. M. Riddle?" Harry asked. Myrtle gasped.

"He was here. He was a year above me. It was the year when the Chamber of Secrets was opened the first time--the year I died, right here in this bathroom," Myrtle squeaked. "Tom Riddle was really cute. But his eyes always looked so cold--he frightened me."

"I wonder why there's nothing written in it?" said Hermione, looking over Harry's shoulder. A fuzzy cat ear brushed his cheek.

"I dunno, we should go dry it out and have a proper look," said Harry. Hermione nodded in agreement with Harry's sensible suggestion.

"Thanks for the hug Harry and Hermione," said Myrtle, smiling shyly. "Please come and visit me again."

"We will," said Hermione. And she meant it. She had another thought. "Myrtle, why don't you go anywhere you want to like all of the other ghosts do?"

"It... it makes me too sad to see everyone else living and feeling. I wish I'd gone on. I don't know why I'm a ghost." Myrtle's voice quavered. Harry couldn't bear for her to start crying again.

"Myrtle, why don't you come and visit us for a hug once in a while?" Harry invited, "Not too often. But, you know, just give us a bit of notice, and as long as our schedule..."

Myrtle blushed deeply and nodded, before fleeing in embarrassment and diving into a toilet. Hermione beamed at Harry, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, her furry tail dancing happily.

"That was SO sweet of you Harry. That's why I love you."

Harry grinned back at Hermione, stroked one of her ears, and stowed the diary in his book bag.

The Heir of Slytherin's Monster seemed to be laying low at the moment. Harry and Hermione dried the diary, but something about it creeped them out, so they left it in a drawer of the desk in their tiny study for the time-being.

The next class they had together was Defense Against the Dark Arts. When Hermione arrived with Harry she realised that she didn't like Gilderoy Lockhart at all anymore. In fact she had a distinct urge to scratch his eyes out every time he looked at Harry.

Nevertheless, as it began, the next hour and a half looked like it might be very embarrassing and informative. Harry wondered if he could get Lockhart in trouble for messing with Hermione like this. Gilderoy Lockhart's magnetic charm was perfect for the day's subject though.

"So class, can anyone... anyone at all tell me what a Neko is? Anyone? No?" Professor Lockhart got full into the swing of his character as the image of a nearly naked curvy Japanese girl with furry cat ears and a furry tail like Hermione's appeared on a large screen next to him. It was to the credit of the majority of the class that only a few people responded with titters.

"Well, let me tell you... I've still got the scars to prove what a feline she was. That was quite a night. Oh I gave her my Lockhart charm..."

Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes. Harry smirked.

"...Ahem, anyway," Professor Lockhart looked briefly disconcerted, then he continued, "A Neko is the Japanese term for a Catgirl. These Sensual Japanese Creatures are considered highly magical... erm... persons of a nonhuman nature..."

Harry stood up, his face darkening.

"Sir, are you sure you want to continue this lesson? Because I don't think telling people Hermione isn't human is a good lesson."

"Now.. now! Let's not be hasty Harry," gulped Professor Lockhart. "I just meant that they are like Veela. They have a human nature--yes. But they are also more than human..."

Harry was still standing and glowering at Professor Lockhart. He reached for his wand. Lockhart kicked himself for allowing his personal life to determine the class syllabus. He really did have the scars to prove it.

"Class is dismissed," the Professor said quickly, dashing into his office and slamming the door.