This is a Fan-fiction Harry Potter story, which contains animal transformations. All characters are 18 years of age, and if you have a problem with fiction that involves transformation, it is your responsibility to stop here. Your offense is not my problem. Consider yourself duly informed.

  For EduartBoudewijn

  “I say, Miss Granger?” Luna Lovegood said softly, breaking Hermione from the book she was reading.

  Hermione looked up and smirked at Luna, the Quirky blonde holding a book before her chest. “Luna, I told you to call me Hermione.” The brunette said, as she smiled and stood up. “What can I do for you?”

  Luna seemed to consider the right words, and then pointed nearby towards the dueling classroom. “It seems I have dueling class next.” She said, letting this fact hang in the air without following it up.

  Hermione waited, expecting an explanation, before chuckling nervously. “Yes? I hope you do well.” Ginny, who had been sitting across from Hermione began to giggle as she observed the odd interaction.

  “Did you need some help?” Ginny asked, folding her own book and setting it down into her bag.

  Luna seemed to open her mouth as if realizing that she had simply dropped off. “Oh, sorry. I mean… I will do well, but… could you help me practice?”

  Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Help you, practice dueling?” She asked, as Luna suddenly smiled broadly.

  “Oh yes! That was what I was going to ask! How did you know?” She said, and Hermione was unsure whether the odd young lady was making a joke.

  “Well, we were reading.” Hermione said, really wanting to return to her book.

  “It’s a romance novel.” Ginny said, her tone indicating her disapproval.

  Hermione frowned and glared at the young red headed Weasley. “Ahem.” She grunted at her companion, causing Ginny to giggle again.

  “Romance novels are very important.” Luna said, as Hermione turned back to her. “If you don’t finish the book, the people inside never find true happiness.” She said, a very serious expression on her face.

  This seemed to break Hermione’s relicense, as she laughed and nodded. “I would be delighted to help you.” She said, as she grabbed her bag. “Shall we practice in the classroom? I don’t believe McGonagall is in there yet.”

  Luna considered this, and then agreed with a quick nod of her head. “Yes… I think you’re right. Let me grab my wand.” She said, as she bent down and began to fish through a regular plastic rubbish bag.

  Hermione furrowed her brow at this, exchanging a glance with Ginny, who shrugged. “Luna.” She asked, bending down so she could be at face level with the squatting Luna. “Why do you keep your books and wand in a rubbish bag?” She asked, as Luna looked around quickly, raising her finger over her lips and shushing Hermione loudly.

  “Its not a rubbish bag. It’s a magic bag to disguise my books so gnomes don’t steal them!” Luna whispered, withdrawing a small wooden wand box, and winking with all seriousness.

  With that, Luna spun on her heels and hurried towards the classroom, as Ginny came and stood beside Hermione. “It looks like a plastic bag to me.” She said, poking the black plastic with her shoe.

  “It is a plastic bag.” Hermione said, standing and retrieving her own wand. “Luna sees gnomes everywhere.” She said, as she hurried on past Ginny and into the classroom.

  The room was occupied by several groups of milling students, apparently waiting for class as well, while several groups followed behind Hermione. Apparently Ginny had called out to them, and they had hurried along, eager for a free show. Luna was climbing up onto the platform, awkwardly as if the table were a mountain to be surmounted on all fours. As she did so, her skirt fluttered behind her, and Hermione hurried to pull it down before any of Luna’s “secrets” were revealed. Almost kicked for her trouble by the flailing dottiness of the young lady, Hermione sighed and stepped up onto the platform herself, ignoring the snickering of the now slowly growing audience.

  “Now then…” Hermione said, as she hefted her wand between her fingers. “Go ahead and bring your wand out Luna.” She said, hoping to hurry this along before any other students came in to watch.

  “I’ve got it right here.” Luna said, as she set her wand box down, and raised an object over her head.

  Hermione was struck silent as she saw what the young blonde was holding, the crowd fallen mute as well for a moment, before soft whispers and snickering began to rise from the assembly. Luna appeared to be holding an object that was made of black plastic, straight, as long as a wand with a handle like one. The handle was made of foam rubber, was neon green and had the imprinting of paws across the foam. Hermione had a painful realization that Luna was holding the broken end of a cat wand, the string and small toy having snapped off in the middle. She tried not to smirk, but in spite of her best efforts she began to giggle with a growing sound of amusement from the crowd.

  “What’s so funny?” Luna asked, looking at the assembled group.

  “Luna, that’s not your wand. It’s a broken cat toy.” Hermione said, putting her palm over her face.

  Luna pursed her lips, brow furrowed as if annoyed. “No, its my wand, and it’s not a cat toy.” She said, tapping the broken tip of the hollow plastic on her hand.

  “Luna.” Hermione sighed, letting her hands drop to her sides. “It even says Cat Toy in pink letters on the wand.” The crowd began to laugh and murmur at this unique exchange.

  “Aha, so you agree it is a wand!” Luna said, a smile of triumph on her face, as the crowd laughed louder now.

  “Where did you even get that?” Hermione asked, putting her hands on her hips.

  “Ollivander’s.” Luna said, looking defensive and a little put off as the crowd reacted to the absurdity of the statement. “I did! The nice goblin Ollivander said it was a good wand if I believed it was!”

  Hermione couldn’t help herself and began to laugh at this too. “Ollivander isn’t a goblin Luna. You were tricked.” She said, as Luna slowly examined the object in her hand. “Some goblin sold you garbage.” Hermione sighed. “You really need to be more careful.”

  “No…” She whispered as Hermione sighed and shook her head. After a moment, Luna looked rather put off, and stomped her foot. “It is a wand, and I’ll show you!” She proclaimed, as she pointed the wand at Hermione and shouted “Petrificus Totalus!” with a flourish of her wand.

  There was a flash of light, startling everyone in the room as a strange wiggling surge of magic shot from the wand, and squirreled around the room. Everyone ducked and yelped as the magic shot over their heads, arced over the platform, shot under several students’ legs, before flying back up towards Hermione. Too surprised to react, Hermione was hit by the blast, which knocked her back like a blow to her stomach. Landing on her butt, she skidded backwards, eyes widened as she slowed, and came to a stop, her uniform suddenly sinking down as if completely empty, smoke rising from her open collar. Everyone was silent for a moment, as Luna stood in place, not moving as she slowly looked to her wand, and then back to Hermione’s empty uniform.

  “Oh. My spell worked!” Luna laughed, leaping up only once in a moment of giddy excitement.

  “No it didn’t! That’s not what a Petrificus spell! That’s supposed to turn you into stone!” Ginny shouted as Luna examined her wand.

  “Quite odd…” Luna said, before smirking and standing up straight. “Even so, see? It was a wand!” She proclaimed as she walked towards the piled up uniform where Hermione had been standing only a moment before.

  Just then something inside Hermione’s uniform began to move, causing everyone to jump back, as some small creature began to work its way out of her skirt. Slowly a small brown cat emerged, its paws first, and then its pink nose, a pair of white panties stretched over its head as it crawled free. Soon it became apparent that the small brown cat, with its fluffy tail, wide whiskers and big brown eyes was in fact Hermione. Everyone began to whisper and talk excitedly as the cat looked about at the crowd, then back at its own body before the fur on its tail began to stick out.

  “I’m a cat!” Hermione’s voice popped out from the cat’s mouth, as the crowd went wild, applauding the smirking Luna. Hermione was incredulous as Ginny came closer and began to hurriedly gather the confused feline’s clothing. “How did you even do that *brrt* with a cat toy!?” The hissing cat demanded.

  “You’re a cat! Do you believe me now?” She said, bending down and gently scratching under Hermione’s chin, which the brown kitty began to involuntarily lean into.

  After a moment, Hermione shook her head and backed away. “Hey! Don’t pet me *mrrrow* without my permission! What am I saying…” She said, as she tried to focus. “First off, you messed up! You cast a petrifiction spell *brrrrt*, and now I’m a cat! How did you *mrow* even do that?” She continued to say, meowing and trilling between words.

  “I told you. It’s a magic wand.” Luna said, as she then turned to the crowd and bowed playfully.

  The assembled group cheered her, and as she stepped down from the platform they began to playfully chant her name.

  “Oh really!” The cat hissed, quickly leaping along the table as everyone tried to pet her furry body. “She… she didn’t win and this isn’t a football game!” She had to duck and squirm to avoid being picked up and carried off by the assembled crowd, which was now slowly flowing out of the room. “Grow up all of you!” She yowled, clawing the table angrily, before the crowd was gone, leaving her there alone with only Ginny, who was holding her clothes.

  Ginny was smirking at her, as Hermione fumed, and glared at her. “Don’t you dare say it!” She said, before hissing loudly.

  “What?” Ginny snickered. “I was just going to say that was cat-tastrophic dueling miss Granger.” Ginny said, before snorting in delight.

  “Har har miss Weasley.” The cat sneered, before looking back after the crowd. “I better get her to turn me back… I don’t think Crookshanks will handle this well…”

  END