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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242818 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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The others--except for the girl with neon pink hair--had never seen Harry and Hermione’s Patronuses, and they were awed by the sight of the glowing lion and lioness prowling the Room of Requirement.
“They’re beautiful,” gasped Daphne. The rest of the Unaffiliated murmured and nodded in agreement.
Now that she saw the etheric entities up close, Dora didn’t know how she could have mistaken them for the ghosts of Harry and Hermione at the conclusion of the Third Task. The memory of her fright briefly overwhelmed her. Dora wiped a tear away, cheered by the sight of a living, breathing pair of Potters and their stunning Patronuses.
“Right, er... well, like Dora said, I suppose it’s time for you guys to have a go at it,” Harry began, “The only thing is, I had a Boggart pretending to be a Dementor to practice on. We don’t have one of those, so we’ll just have to manage without I suppose...”
“That’s alright Harry,” Dora remarked, “You don’t really need a Dementor to learn how to perform the charm. It’s really mostly helpful for those with particularly dreadful life-experiences which might make them more susceptible to Dementor attacks.” Dora's face darkened briefly, almost imperceptibly. “It helps people get used to overcomin’ the effects long enough to perform the charm.”
Harry and Hermione both glanced at Luna, who had watched her mother die in a terrible experimental-spell accident.
“Like Harry said, we’ll manage...” Luna said quietly, a flicker of grief crossing her otherwise serene features. “I’m sure that once I’ve learned the spell, I can make it work in a pinch. Goodness knows, I’ve got lots of happy memories too now.” Luna beamed at Parvati and the rest of her friends.
Harry and Hermione coached Parvati and Luna, praising the strongly pulsing shields they produced. Everyone was doing quite well for their first lesson, as they all had many very cheerful memories to rely on.
Everybody had a giggle when Dora demonstrated her Patronus several times for Daphne and Fleur as they practiced it together. Dora was stunned--and very pleased--to discover that it had changed; she didn’t know they could do that. Instead of an ungainly lolloping Jackrabbit, a glowing tiger sprang from Dora’s wand and bounced gleefully across the room, playfully licking Harry’s lion and rubbing its face against Hermione’s lioness.
By the end of the afternoon, Luna managed to be the first to produce a Corporeal Patronus. It appeared to be a Scottish Wildcat.
“Oh... Well Done Luna!” Hermione gasped, clapping her hands. She peered closer at the hearty looking feline, which was nearly twice the size of an average housecat. “Harry, is it just me, or does that cat look like it’s Grinning?”
Parvati and Harry both glanced at Luna who was wearing her favourite sky blue dress and white pinafore.
“I’d say we should be happy that it’s not a Hookah Smoking Caterpillar,” Parvati giggled.
“I’m glad it’s not the March Hare,” chortled Harry. “Excellent Luna! I love it...”
Daphne and Fleur both looked a bit puzzled, not getting the joke, but Dora snorted with laughter, thrilled that that her own Patronus was now something much more to her liking.
“I agree Harry,” Dora smiled. “It's much nicer than the March Hare.”
“Well it’s adorable Luna,” Hermione said with a grin, giving Luna a kiss on the cheek, “much prettier than the picture-books.”
“Thanks Hermione!” Luna squirmed and blushed, swishing her fluffy white cat-tail happily, and gave both Potters a kiss. “Thanks Harry!”
“Right, that’s probably enough for today...” Harry smiled proudly at everyone, “That was brilliant--really! Let’s do this again tomorrow. I bet the rest of us will be doing Corporeal Patronuses by the end of next lesson.”

~o0o~
Yawning, Harry finished cleaning his teeth and made his way to bed; all the excitement and activity of the last few days had finally caught up with him.
He had to grin when he entered the bedroom and discovered Dora, already snuggled on the bed, heatedly kissing Hermione. One of Hermione’s hands was under Dora’s mauve nightie, roaming her inner thighs. Dora looked up at Harry and blushed; Hermione smirked at Harry’s expression.
“Hiya Harry,” Dora giggled anxiously. “I ‘ope you don’t mind. Hermione invited me stay with you two for a bit.”
“Of course I don’t mind! I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time,” Harry replied, his grin widening as he shook his head. “But I hope you don’t mind if I’m a bit tired...”
Despite himself, Harry couldn’t help stiffening at the sight of Dora’s fuller breasts and hard nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her nightie. It also didn’t help that Dora’s nightie was rucked up above her thighs and that Harry could see that Hermione’s fingers were exploring very near the pouting damp lips of Dora’s entrance and the tuft of neon pink hair on Dora’s mound.
“Come ‘ere you,” Dora grinned back, seeing Harry spring to attention, and patted the bed next to her.
Harry didn’t need to be told twice. He clambered onto the bed and Dora pulled him into steamy wet kiss while Hermione giggled, her furry ears and tail twitching joyfully.
Merlin, thought Dora, Harry’s lips were so soft and he tasted like Hermione. Harry tentatively placed his hand on Dora’s belly, slipping it under her nightie. Dora quivered slightly as Harry’s fingers delicately trailed across her skin and probed her belly button. Meanwhile, purring loudly, Hermione’s fingers had found their mark and slipped into the moist folds of Dora’s slit.
Harry nuzzled and licked Dora’s neck just under her ear and his hand slid up across her rib-cage to capture her breast. Hermione began kissing Dora humidly again, her fingers delving deeper into Dora’s sopping interior. Her thumb located Dora’s fleshy pearl, eliciting a throaty moan.
This was beyond anything Dora had imagined, much better than her fantasies. She slid one of her own trembling hands inside of Harry’s pyjama top across his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly against her palm. Dora’s other hand was now buried in Hermione’s bushy golden-brown locks, holding her head as Hermione’s lips tugged on Dora’s own.
Harry pushed Dora’s nightie all the way up, baring her torso, and now he had both of her breasts in his gently kneading hands. He teased Dora’s thick pink nipples with the tip of his tongue, giving them little flicks, before circling her wide areolas wetly.
Hermione’s purrs increased as she began to thrust her fingers more intensely into Dora’s slick channel and tickled Dora’s belly button with her fluffy tail; Harry’s lips surrounded a nipple. He sucked it hungrily, giving it a nibble, and Dora gasped, shuddering with pleasure under the ministrations of both Potters. Dora uttered an ecstatic cry and bathed Hermione’s hand in stickiness.
“Oh... Merlin...” panted Dora as her head spun, “that was lovely. You two... really know... ‘ow to make a girl happy...” Dora giddily reached for the tent in Harry’s pyjama bottoms.
“Let’s see what this is all about then Harry,” Dora chortled.
“Oh... er... I’m sorry Dora,” Harry said, blushing slightly, “I haven’t quite got that bit worked out for you yet.”
“Oh Harry,” Dora melted in his green eyes and kissed him. “That’s sweet... really. But I love you--just the way you are. We can try that another time alright... I want to be with the real you first. You’ll just ‘ave to bear with me while I figure out ‘ow this works,” she said jokingly, brushing her fingers across his pyjama covered erection.
With a giggle and a gleeful wave of her tail, Hermione climbed over the other side of Harry and helped Dora pull off Harry’s pyjama bottoms, freeing his bobbing penis from its prison.
“I’ll show you what to do Dora, but we’ll just start out simple tonight,” Hermione grinned, “Harry must be exhausted.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” chuckled Harry.
“Just lie back then Harry. We’ll take care of this for you.” Hermione took one of Dora’s soft hands and wrapped it around Harry’s hard shaft. Harry thrilled at Dora’s touch.
“You have to be gentle,” Hermione said as she guided Dora’s hand, “like this then...”
Obediently Harry lay quietly with a contented smile plastered on his face while Hermione taught Dora how to handle his penis. Feeling the hands of two girls that he loved masturbate him together always made Harry blissfully happy. It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak.
“Oh my!” Dora giggled when Harry’s penis jerked and spurts of sticky white fluid jetted from the tip and flowed over her fingers. Dora leaned back out of the way of the flying strings of semen, but not before a strand had landed across her cheek and the bridge of her nose.
“Don’t worry Dora,” Hermione purred, “I’ve got this...” Hermione leaned over and licked Dora’s face and fingers clean.
Harry was fading fast. The last thing he remembered before he fell asleep was Hermione licking the rest of his abdomen clean, and both girls cuddling up against him with their arms around him, their hands clasped across his chest.
Dora lay awake for a good long while, tears of happiness leaking from the corner of her eyes, still not entirely sure if this was real, hoping that when she woke up she would still be in the Potters' bed and that they would still love her. Dora had been so nervous; so afraid that she would do it wrong with Harry, hoping that Hermione would enjoy being with her.
Dora had been alone for a long time, but she felt the warmth of Hermione's hand in her own, and the ebb and flow of Harry's gentle breathing as she pressed into him, and the pain melted away. It felt too real to be a dream. Her new Patronus had been strong and cheerful. Gradually, finally, knowing that she had truly found love again, Dora drifted off to sleep.
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