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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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Harry lay on the bed next to Dora after removing his pyjamas and gave her a deep kiss as he stroked her inner thigh. Hermione was lying on the other side of Dora, caressing Dora’s abdomen. With his other hand, Harry swept aside the strands of ash-brown hair which had fallen across Dora’s face and caught in her lashes.
“Your hair is beautiful Dora--this is your natural colour, isn’t it!?” Harry murmured, peering into her dark brown eyes. Dora blushed.
“Yeah,” Dora nodded, “Thanks Harry. I... I suppose I always thought it was boring. I like lots of cheerful, bright colours, but I... I wanted to be natural for you tonight--be the real me...” Dora glanced at Harry’s erection shyly.
“You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to Dora,” Harry said softly, “I only want to do things that make you happy--you don’t have to... er... erm...” Harry trailed off and he turned crimson.
“...shag you?” giggled Dora.
Hermione flicked her bushy tail, gazing lovingly and proudly at Harry as she gently pressed her lips to Dora’s shoulder.
“But I do want to Harry,” Dora replied earnestly. Seeing his nonplussed expression, Dora swallowed and tried to explain, even though she wasn’t entirely sure why herself.
“I ‘ave used toys before... with my past girlfriend. Even though we just liked girls, it doesn’t mean that we don’t like feelin’ something inside our quim--we like that feeling a lot. It’s more about what we find aesthetically pleasin’ which attracts us I suppose... We like the soft curves, the shape of a woman’s form, the scent...”
“The pretty eyes... like yours,” Dora nearly whispered as she gazed into them, brushing the back of her fingers across one of Harry’s cheeks.
“And there’s always more to it Harry. What’s in your soul...” Dora kissed Harry again. “And... and there’s just somethin’ very sweet about you--don’t take this wrong--somethin’ about you that reminds me of ‘ow I feel when I’m in love with a girl... That bit, I... I can’t really explain...”
“It’s alright Dora...” Harry chortled, “I’m not offended if I you think I’m like a girl... I have to admit, I’ve been really looking forward to being able to change into a girl--as much for my own pleasure as for yours... And I’ve always thought that was a weird insult. I’m more offended by the idea that anyone would even think that calling someone a girl was an insult...”
Hermione’s purring grew louder as she nuzzled Dora’s neck, hanging on every word Harry and Dora uttered.
“You're such a love, Harry! That’s exactly one of the many reasons I love you as much as I love Hermione or the other girls... You just aren’t like any of the other blokes. Anyway...” Dora grinned and gently grasped Harry’s penis, “what I’m sayin’ is that yeah--I’d like to feel this--the real you--inside o’ me...”
Indeed, far from feeling let down by the notion that Dora loved him “like a girl,” Harry felt overcome with affection, and ironically, even harder and more turned on than he had been at the start of the conversation. Harry glanced elatedly at Hermione as they both took turns kissing Dora wetly.
Harry’s fingers crept further up Dora’s inner thigh and began to fondle her pouting labia. Dora’s warm moistness clasped his fingers as they entered her. Hermione leaned over Dora and kissed Harry heatedly before applying her lips to Dora’s thick nipples and encircling them.
Harry left Hermione to continue massaging Dora’s breasts and suckle their pink summits while he crouched between Dora’s widening thighs. Harry thrust his fingers deeper into Dora’s wetness and he began to lick her folds. He found Dora’s nubbin with his tongue and started to suck on it.
Dora’s hips tilted and she moaned as she grasped Hermione’s bushy head and stroked her furry ears. Still gently squeezing Dora’s plump breasts, Hermione trailed her cat-tongue from Dora’s nipples up to the sensitive region of her neck near the base of her jaw where it met her ear. Dora squealed and shuddered when the first tremor of ecstasy took her.
Harry knew it was time and he climbed higher between Dora’s quaking thighs. Hermione took Dora’s head and stroked the older girl’s hair as Dora ran her hands over the young cat-witch’s torso and squeezed her perfect little globes. Dora’s own lips and tongue traced a wet path from one of Hermione’s perky pink nipples to another as Harry grasped Dora’s hips.
With a single thrust of his loins, Harry entered Dora; she gasped to feel Harry’s stiff penis moving inside of her. Dora’s hands roamed Hermione’s lissome figure and found the younger girl’s bottom cheeks, giving them a squeeze.
Gleefully, Hermione understood what Dora wanted. She turned to face Harry and straddled Dora’s head, her bushy tail quivering with delight. Dora gripped Hermione’s thighs and pressed her face between the cat-witch's firm cheeks, slipping her tongue into Hermione’s twitching wet vulva.
Dora hungrily devoured Hermione’s slit and Harry drove his shaft into Dora’s moist depths wrenching a passionate moan from her. Hermione leaned forward, meowing with pleasure as Dora’s tongue found it’s way deeper inside. Harry took Hermione’s bushy head in one of his hands, entwining his lips and tongue with hers, and Dora wrapped her legs around Harry's backside as he continued to plunder her vessel.
Hermione’s ginger tail whipped wildly back and forth, thumping the bed; her back arched and her furry ears flattened as she wriggled her bottom against Dora's face, feeling the older girl's nose pressing against her back-entrance and her probing tongue in her dripping crescent. Hermione’s meows took on a muffled keening sound as Harry’s mouth continued its dance with her own.
A storm-surge of sublime intoxication engulfed them and Dora's muffled squealing grew louder; she writhed and heaved beneath the Potters as another wave of ardour rocked her.
Dora’s clenching sheath sent a shockwave of ecstasy through Harry, and Hermione rippled as they lost themselves to the tempest of bliss. Harry gasped; his loins jerked in a frenzy and he released himself convulsively into Dora. Magic arced and lanced from the threesome with explosive force as the chambers shook.
The last thing Dora remembered before she passed into oblivion was the sensation of Harry squirting inside of her, filling her nook with his stickiness, and the taste of Hermione’s sweet nectar as it flowed over her tongue.

~o0o~

Dora awoke the next morning with giddy giggle and a naked Potter still asleep, curled under each arm. She lay there blissfully breathing in the aroma of their spent passion until they both stirred and kissed her. Dora couldn’t remember ever feeling this happy or this loved. She had loved her last girlfriend dearly, but never like this.
When Dora perused a Naughty Witches magazine many days later, looking at the pictures of other young wizards and their penises, which were busy pleasuring the images of the witches on the pages, she still felt not a whit of a sensual urge at the sight of them. It was only Harry who roused Dora’s passions as much as Hermione and the other girls did.
Hermione invited Dora to shower with them before breakfast.
“Washing each other afterwards is all part of the fun...” Hermione giggled.
Hermione got on her knees as the steaming water sprayed over the lot of them. At Hermione's direction, Dora began to “wash” Harry’s morning erection. Dora chortled while she masturbated a thoroughly wet Harry, and Hermione sucked the tip of his penis.
Bringing Harry off this way, first thing, was usually a very quick experience, but Harry did his best to hold on as long as he could, enjoying the new feeling of Dora’s breasts pressed against his back and her hand around his shaft while Hermione sucked the crown as the hot water rushed over his skin.
Nonetheless, it didn’t take long, and Hermione was soon thirstily swallowing Harry’s spurts of semen as they filled her mouth. The Potters returned the favour by thoroughly soaping and rinsing Dora until she climaxed in their arms.

~o0o~

Jennifer was sitting at the end of Gryffindor table at breakfast time. As long as she didn’t look up at the staff table where all the male professors were, and kept her eyes on the girls and Harry at the Mingling Table, she could manage.
She wanted to join in, and every one of the girls and Harry had invited her, but Jennifer still wasn’t quite ready to sit with more than a couple of people at a time. Hermione smiled at her and said a few words to the others who all nodded in agreement. A moment later she and Harry brought their plates over and sat with her.
“Thank you,” Jennifer said quietly with a shy smile. “You didn’t have to do that. I’m working up the nerve to come and sit with all of you together...”
“I know,” Hermione reached out and took Jennifer’s hand, “Luna told us that everyone has been taking turns to share meals with you when you’re feeling up to it. Harry and I just want to be a part of that.”
“And Luna told us that yesterday and today are the first times you’ve even eaten in the Great Hall,” Harry said gently. He looked contemplative for a moment.
“Would you like to watch us do some spells Jennifer?” Harry asked. “We’re going to practice some after breakfast. I... er... I think you might like the ones we’re going to practice today. They’re big spells, but they’re very nice ones...”
Jennifer’s eyes widened. The only magic she had seen since her first day in the headmaster’s office was Wizard Chess, Exploding Snap, magical portraits, and people flying on brooms. Hestia had asked everyone not to scare Jennifer with magic spells. And Jennifer had overheard some of the professors arguing over the legality of her being around magic at all.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to...” Hermione said quickly.
“Actually...” Jennifer began tentatively, “I... I think I’d like to... to see some nice magic. All I’ve seen so far was mostly done to keep me prisoner and to... to... to hurt me.” Jennifer swallowed apprehensively. “But I don’t want to get anyone in trouble,” she whispered.
“Don’t worry about that,” said Harry assertively. He glanced up at Dumbledore who was watching them with a twinkle in his eye. Harry relaxed. “I know the Headmaster won’t mind. He wouldn’t have let you stay here if he was too fussed about that sort of thing.”

~o0o~

Albus peered at Harry and Hermione. He had more than an inkling that they were going to show the muggle girl a bit of magic, and he was glad. Seeing that not all magic was harmful would surely help her to heal in ways that he had wished his little sister Ariana could have healed.
If Albus were to be honest with himself, he had to admit that was why he had refused to obliviate Jennifer and send her back out into the muggle world, alone. Jennifer, with her ebony hair, didn’t look like Ariana at all, but Albus couldn't help seeing Ariana whenever he looked at her.
Jennifer had suffered the same fate repeatedly at the hands of a Dark Wizard that Ariana had suffered at the hands of those muggle boys. After viewing Jennifer’s mind to glean what information he could, Albus knew that there was no way he could bear to allow her to continue to suffer, isolated and friendless, as Ariana had suffered.
Contrary to what the Aurors believed, obliviation did not eliminate memories completely. Though eliminated from the physical pathways of the brain, echoes remained lodged in the soul, and continued to burn like glowing embers, which once rekindled could destroy a mind completely in a firestorm of chaos and pain.
Albus smiled his blessing at the Potters through the glistening tears in his eyes.

~o0o~

Jennifer was a bit frightened of the etheric glowing lions, tiger, and wildcat at first. But they were gorgeous, and when she saw how playful they were, she wished that they were physical enough to pet and run her fingers through their fur. Jennifer could almost sense the joy which Harry had told her fueled Patronuses.
With a thrill of excitement, Jennifer watched as Fleur, Daphne, and Parvati practiced until they too produced Corporeal Patronuses.
“Brilliant Parvati,” Harry grinned, “That’s a panther isn’t it Hermione?”
“I think so Harry... It looks like the right shape for a black panther,” Hermione responded proudly.
“Thanks guys!” Parvati squealed, her own satiny black tail waving delightedly.
Everyone including Fleur herself gasped in astonishment when Fleur’s Patronus exhibited the head, front talons, and wings of an eagle and the body, hind legs, and tail of a lion.
“Zat ees a Griffin, but are not Patronuses only supposed to be non-magical animals?” Fleur asked in bewilderment.
“I think it’s because you’re part Veela, Fleur... But it would have likely been a, er... normal Golden Eagle before... before you... er... became our girlfriend,” Hermione replied, blushing fiercely.
Hermione was awed and humbled by the implications of everyone's Patronuses. At Dora’s request, Hermione had taken a quick trip to the library to find out why Dora’s Patronus had changed, and discovered that Patronuses could often change to a species related to the Patronus of someone that one had fallen in love with.
Hermione was completely overwhelmed and brought to tears when Daphne finally produced hers. If the apparent dappling on her small, lithe jungle cat was any indication, Daphne had produced an exquisitely adorable Ocelot.
Overcome with emotion herself, Daphne embraced Hermione and kissed her tearfully. One after the other, Daphne turned to Fleur, Harry, Luna, and Parvati, giving them all kisses too.
Jennifer Watts couldn’t speak. The spectral felines roamed around Jennifer, butting their heads against her affectionately, and tears streamed down her own cheeks as the intense surges of magic and the seraphic ecstasy which permeated the atmosphere of the Room of Requirement swept through her in waves.
Jennifer collapsed, but Hermione was close enough to catch her. Harry ran to their side in alarm. Hermione looked up and smiled radiantly at him through her tears.
“She’ll be fine Harry--Jennifer will be better than fine actually when she wakes up.”
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