Kitty
Draco felt his back hit a wall as Hermione stalked towards him like a panther on the hunt.
He had never seen the over-eager goody-two-shoes like this before. She wore the same skin but seemed like an entirely different being than the fumbling girl he had hexed this morning. Older somehow. Patient. Dangerous.
He couldn’t help but notice the fucking time turner dangling around her pale neck.
She clutched her vine-wood wand in one hand with white knuckles and held one half of his snapped wand in the other.
Draco tossed aside the broken wand handle in his palm. It seemed pathetic now.
She continued to pace towards him, an almost sensual aura wafting off of her.
He hated the way the stupid black dress she was wearing had slits to show peaks of her smooth thighs as she swaggered towards him with enough cockiness to make even him seem humble.
He wanted to step forward, to slap her, to run away, something, but his feet were firmly pressed against the stagnant soles of his shoes and his wrists couldn’t seem to peel away from his sides.
She was in his face. She smelled like jasmine flowers. He hadn’t realized that they were the same height.
She didn’t touch him, but brought a ringed hand to his face, ghosting the motion of a caress.
“I don’t like you like this Draco.” She hummed.
“Like what bitch?” He scowled, ignoring the way his body was betraying him.
“How would you prefer me?” He realized how that sounded the second it came out.
“On your knees.” she laughed in reply, slowly lifting her intricately carved wand.
He felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up.
Danger- Danger-
A sudden heat raced across Draco, sending pleasurable tingles throughout each of his appendages like live wires. He couldn’t ignore how the most painful tingling gathered around his more… private regions.
His forehead began to produce beads of sweat and he fought the urge to pant.
“Did you bloody drug me Granger?”
The panic was enough to release him from whatever had been keeping him in place. His hands spread like claws as he lurched forward to attack, but before he could even register the movement, she spun him around, grabbed a fistful of his white-blond hair, and shoved him to his ass, surprising him with her strength and assertiveness.
Something in him yearned to cave into it.
What? Where did that feeling come from?
He should get up, he should fight her, but…
More painful tingles concerningly boarding on pleasure raced across his skin like a live wire in water.
Her dark eyes shone bright and hungry. Excited.
This cursed girl, this little bitch, she was going to pay, he would make her pay for drugging him and for doing… whatever this was. His father would hear about this and he-
“Hng…!”
What was that?
“Uh…uh…”
His legs convulsed suddenly, causing him to squeeze his legs together and trap his own dick.
“NY-AH!’
The voice whined pitifully again and…
Oh God.
Was that him?
“Good kitten, good boy.” Hermione knelt down. She sounded immensely pleased with herself. “The lust potion should be kicking in right about now," she bent down and whispered in his ear, her breath cool on the side of his freshly shaved face. "I made it extra strong for you, Malfoy.” Her breath was cool on his skin and smelled like mint.
He couldn’t help tilting his face towards her.
She let one arm casually drape over her knee and gripped his thick hair.
“Wha…” His voice sounded so much meeker than it had been a few moments ago. “What are you doing to me?” He swallowed and did his best to scowl up at her.
The witch carded through his hair with her short nails, giggling slightly.
"Now now, don't be grumpy. I'm fixing you Malfoy." She did a quick flicking motion with her wand.
Draco groaned as invisible hands began to play with him… down there. He tried to lift his arms, but instead of swatting the invisible fingers away, they grabbed Hermione's exposed thighs and caressed the slightly freckled skin there wantonly.
"I don' need fixing." He pouted. Was he slurring his words? "Ah- AH!" He whimpered in pain as a deafening buzzing noise sounded in his head and the sides of his head burned like lightning.
As quickly as the pain had begun, it stopped. Leaving the poor boy stuttering and leaning against her for support. Everything felt louder now somehow.
"Shhh shhh," she whispered comfortingly. "It's okay baby. Mommy's just making you pretty for her." She rubbed his new fluffy ears and he flicked them in annoyance. Mommy? Is that what Granger thinks he's going to call her? As soon as this blasted potion wore off, Draco swore he would-
“I’m gonna make you so pretty, silly kitty.”
“No…” His crotch was b u r n i n g. “I don’t want to be pretty…” His fingers weakly scratched at her legs. He couldn’t tell if he was trying to hurt her or bring her closer.
“Awww,” she cooed, “poor baby.” She let her big soft hands trail down the side of his face, pausing on his soft pink lips.
Her thumb pulled his bottom lip down and trailed down to his shirt collar. She grabbed it and used his shirt to yank him even closer, all the greediness in the world in her eyes.
Draco shivered as her voice turned low and sultry. “I think you do.”
His tongue flopped out without his permission. It was hot. It was so hot. He began to pant like a dog.
“No, not a dog, a Kitty sweetie.”
“Kit-kitty?” He gasped. He tilted his head in horny confusion, the hands now wrapped around his wrists were his only lifeline in a sea of quickly boiling pleasure.
“That’s right slut.”
“Ga-ah!” He moaned as a long appendage sprang out from just above his ass. A long black tail swished behind him.
Draco watched in horror as Hermione caressed his… tail, rubbing it reverently against her freckled face and pulling a red and gold bow out of nowhere. He did nothing but watch with half-lidded eyes as she tied it around its tip. It had a little bell attached to it.
"So soft and fluffy!" She leaned forward to tussle his hair. His tail whipped happily against his will as he leaned into the gentle touch.
Hermione rose and stepped away, making Draco wince from the cold that seeped into him the second she wasn’t touching him. The lack of her comforting, and perhaps necessary warmth was almost painful. It made his horny heat so much worse.
She conjured a muggle camera and whispered an enchantment on it so it would float in the air and track each of Draco's squirming movements.
No… she couldn't film this. If anyone saw…
Draco was able to ignore the pleasurable throbbing in his crotch long enough to get up and walk toward the camera.
"You- you can't-" Why were words so hard?!
"You dare tell me what I can and can't do?"
She arched a dark eyebrow.
Her sass was enough to fuel a genuine scowl from him as he took a few wobbly steps forward.
"Stop." She said. Quietly. Without room for question.
Draco stiffened. Why did he stop? Why wasn't his body obeying him?
"Mhuh-!" His hand flew up to cover an involuntary whimper. The invisible hands seemed to be working double-time now. He resisted the urge to grind against them.
"Aww look at you, Kitty! Humping the air and whimpering all cute for me."
Okay. So maybe he wasn't able to resist the urge. Fuck.
Hermione gracefully glided her wand through the air and the muggle camera flew up close to him, starting on his flushed face… and then slowly moving its way down, stopping just above his squirming, rock-hard crotch.
“Wait,” she mumbled. The invisible hands went away and Draco moaned.
“Let’s make this cuter.” She flicked her wand at the lofty ceiling.
The entire room flooded in a pink/red light that seemed to make the pressure in him move quicker throughout his body. Burn hotter- If that was even possible at this point.
“You see,” she stalked closer and began filming different close-ups of his body.
“The changes go faster the more horny you are. I created this spell myself. Pretty good for a Mudblood, right? Are you horny baby?” He clenched his fists, although his hands seemed a lot smaller than he remembered.
“Nooo.” He had meant for it to sound intimidating, but it came out whiney.
He shook his ass a little, the pressure of his smooth skin against his tightening trousers was too tight, not to mention that it was putting immense pressure on his privates. He looked up at the ever-so-slight twirls her wand was doing and realized too late that she was shrinking his uniform.
“My little prince is getting too big for his pants, pretty boys like you shouldn’t be wearing clothes anyway.” She squinted her eyes. “Take them off.” She commanded, magic lacing her words.
He obediently began to unzip his pants and the next thing he knew, he was trembling naked in front of her. At least he felt slightly less hot like this.
“Uh-uh,” He squirmed where he stood, and if his dick brushed his thighs ever so briefly, and if the contact sent a shudder through him, he didn’t show it. “What did you do to me?” He groaned in frustration. Why was she so far away? He needed her touch. His body needed it more than anything. If he had to wait for a single second more-
She chuckled. “Oh Draco, I think you mean what am I doing to you, look.” She glanced down at his crotch pointedly before looking back up at him in satisfaction.
“Uh-” Was all he could reply with.
The pleasure erupted with a bang and he all but convulses in a surprise orgasm as his dick and balls morphed into the tightest, most needily empty and swollen pussy you’ve ever seen.
“AHHHH!” He screamed in pain-pleasure as his hole opened up. It began to clench needily without his control.
“Ah…Ah…” He panted, unintentionally swaying his hips for friction on his swollen lower lips.
“Oh does my little baby need to be filled? She asked with a mocking pout.
“Mm-hm.” He stepped forwards and began grazing his body all over hers, grinding on her softly with pitiful little moans.
“How far you have fallen.” She mocked. He hardly heard her.
She thrust a giant dildo up his hole before he could think. It filled him up so nicely and he could cry at how nice it was to not be empty anymore. To have something to squeeze and nurse on.
It began to vibrate-
“Uh-” Was all he could reply before he collapsed on the floor, moaning from the overstimulation in a horny heat.
“Hngh-!” the poor thing squirmed and squirmed, his hole spasming as he struggled to gain proper friction.
“Good boy Draco!” She knelt down and tussled his white-blonde hair. “Good boy…”
Draco realized that his tongue was lolled out too late, and he hurriedly drew it back into his mouth, blushing furiously. Was Granger taller than she was a second ago?
The vibrations from the dildo massaged him deeper than he thought possible, it was hard to think, it was hard to move- to not move, to do anything other than lean into her sacred touch and whimper.