Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242818 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its associated properties. They belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from the production of this work.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
"Who do you think Peter Pettigrew is?" Harry asked Hermione. They had been poring over the amazing map which Fred and George had given them, and seen someone named Peter Pettigrew in the second year boy's dorm every time they took a break from unpacking.. Harry and Hermione were using the map to avoid Ron in case he went back to the dorm between classes. They went back up to Gryffindor tower for the last of their things, but there was nobody to be seen.
It was noon by the time Harry and Hermione finished moving into their private quarters, and they were famished. This time they strode with even more confidence into the Great Hall to collect their lunch. They ignored the jeers and mocking meows. But Ron was scowling angrily at Hermione.
As she made to walk by Ron he grabbed her arm and she gasped in shock. Harry whirled around to see what was going on.
"YOU ATE SCABBERS," Ron yelled, and many students began laughing at the outburst. "He's gone. All you left was a piece of his tail, see..." Ron shoved a grubby open hand at Hermione. Sure enough, there on his dirty hand was the tip of a rat tail, cut cleanly as if by a surgical blade.
"You idiot Ronald..." Hermione sniffed disdainfully, "That tail has been cut by a very sharp knife or razor. You might want to ask your friend Seamus if he's been mutilating any more animals lately." She hissed angrily and yanked her arm away from a gob-smacked Ronald.
"Come on Harry, he's not worth beating up." Hermione said as she tugged on Harry's sleeve.
Harry agreed. Ron couldn't help being an idiot. But Hermione's words had the desired effect. Ron turned very pale, got up, and fled the Great Hall before lunch even arrived on his plate.
Harry and Hermione ate under a willow tree by the lake and watched some geese fly across the clouds.
"Harry," Hermione began, after she had finished eating, "That piece of Scabbers' tail, it's not rat, it's a human in rat form!"
Harry dropped his fork and stared at her with a confunded expression.
"What? But that's barmy. How do you know that Hermione?"
"Because... Because I can smell it..." Hermione replied with a perplexed look. "I... I've just realised that I can smell all sorts of things that I couldn't before, and tell the difference between them. And that was not a normal rat tail Harry."
Harry considered what Hermione was saying and put 2 and 2 together. They had seen Peter Pettigrew on the map when he had been in Gryffindor tower, someone they knew was not a Hogwarts student. Then they had seen a rat tail that wasn't rat but human, and that fake rat had been Ron's pet. Scabbers was Peter Pettigrew. Hermione and Harry reached the same conclusion simultaneously. They stared wide-eyed at each other, mouths agape, stunned by the revelation.
After lunch, they didn't really have anything better to do but wonder who Peter Pettigrew was, and if he had anything to do with the Heir of Slytherin. They decided to go and chat to Hagrid and see what he thought. They hadn't had a chance to see him since Hermione's change anyway.
When they got to Hagrid's hut, they saw him handing a very disgruntled Ron a squealing Scabbers.
"You'll want to take better care o' yer pets Ron." They overheard Hagrid saying. " An' I reckon you should apologise to Hermione for sayin' tha' she ate 'im..."
Ron just scowled and stalked off.
"Oh, Hello Harry, Hermione... Good ter see you up and about. It's a lovely day." Hagrid said, sniffing the cool Scottish breeze. And that is a beautiful tail I must say Hermione."
Hermione half-smiled and teared slightly. Hagrid sensed he had hit a sore spot.
"What's wrong Hermione?"
"Lavender Brown said Hermione was an animal and that she belonged in your menagerie." Harry said quickly, to get it out of the way.
Hagrid looked outraged, as if he might storm up to the castle to have a word with Miss Brown himself. But Hagrid was much better at controlling himself than people gave him credit for. He just sat there and angrily commiserated with Hermione and Harry.
"Blimey Hermione, I never woulda' thought any Gryffindors could be so cruel. An' Harry, I dunno how you put up with everyone thinking you're the Heir o' Slytherin. I woulda' hexed 'em all by now."
"Don't think I haven't considered it." Harry retorted. "Anyway, we've actually come to see you about something more important. Who is Peter Pettigrew and why is he Ron's pet rat?"

~o0o~
The Headmaster was stunned. Peter Pettigrew, alive, and somewhere on the Hogwarts grounds. He had to be caught immediately. If he was alive, that meant an innocent man sat in Azkaban. Ronald Weasley had been brought to Dumbledore's office, but Scabbers had already escaped again, and was nowhere to be found.
Harry was angry and bitter. Hagrid and Dumbledore had explained to him that Peter Pettigrew was a friend of his father's, long believed to be dead. And that he had obviously framed a man called Sirius Black-another friend of his father's-for selling out his parents to Voldemort and murdering a dozen or more muggles.
That rat had been in Ron's hands, he thought furiously, and Hermione really could have caught and eaten that little traitor if Harry had asked her to.
When they looked on the map again, Peter Pettigrew had evidently departed Hogwarts, for he was nowhere to be seen.

~o0o~
Harry and Hermione were sitting in their little study, feeling anxious and going over and over everything they knew. It was mid afternoon and classes would be finished for the day in an hour. Hermione remembered that Professor McGonagall had left several more vials of the potion and said to use it as needed through the weekend in case of extreme upset.
This didn't really qualify as "extreme," but Hermione reasoned that the professor had meant them to use it up by the end of the weekend. Half a minute later, they had stopped obsessing over Peter Pettigrew and the Heir of Slytherin.
Which was good, because an hour later Parvati was knocking on their door.
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Hermione's Furry Little Problem