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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 was surprised when the new witch with long ebony bangs gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek the following morning, before also giving the same to Hermione and taking a seat opposite them at the Mingling Table next to Dora. Hermione purred and whisked her fluffy tail, returning Jennifer’s smile.
“Er... what was that for?” Harry asked, flushing slightly.
“That’s for making me feel better, and turning me into a witch,” Jennifer giggled. “I still can’t really believe I have magic now. But I woke up this morning and my wand still works--and I didn’t have a single nightmare last night for the first time in months...”
“But it was all of us together...” Harry began.
“I know,” Jennifer earnestly replied, “but I also know it wouldn’t have happened if not for you and Hermione...”
“She’s right you know,” Dora said with a grin; her cheeks turned pink, magenta hair flourescing as she replayed last night’s fun in the Potters’ bedchamber in her head.
“I agree...” said Luna cheerfully as she and Parvati took their seats, “If Harry hadn’t looked after Hermione when she turned part-cat, things might have turned out quite differently.” Parvati nodded in concurrence.
Harry squirmed and reddened, uncertain that he deserved the credit just because he’d fallen in love with Hermione. Hermione purred a bit more and gave Harry a kiss.
“It’s true Harry,” Daphne said, giving Harry a kiss on Harry’s other cheek as she and Fleur took their own seats next to him. “Who knows where we’d all be today if it weren’t for you?”
“Er... thanks guys,” Harry’s blush deepened, but he grinned when he noted that everyone had decided on coffee this morning. They were all having a rather late breakfast.
Even Hedwig seemed a bit sleepy when she finally dropped off the morning paper. Harry grinned at Hedwig too and gave her a piece of bacon, wondering if she had found a mate in the owlery.
They all glanced at the headline, then hastily chucked the paper aside, unwilling to let the news of the arrests of Mundungus Fletcher and Pembroke Chamberlain dampen their moods. Harry was more keen on another topic altogether.
“So what’s this deal about us being a ‘Coven’ Hermione?” Harry asked. “Is it true? And what does it mean if we are?”
Hermione peered at the book that she, Harry, and Dora had found in the library on the way to breakfast.
“I think it is true Harry,” Hermione nodded as her eyes sped through the text. “It says here that Covens do spells together as a single unit--increasing the potentiality of the spells themselves. They are often... er... quite intimate, but apparently most tend not be very lasting, nor as powerful as they might otherwise be, because jealousy and infighting eventually disrupts most of them...”
“The last real one that formed was in the 1960's but it it didn’t last beyond the mid 70's--I don’t think we’ll run into that problem ourselves though,” Hermione grinned, glancing around the table at everyone as her bushy tail waved happily.
“If what Dumbledore says is true, the power of our spellwork indicates that we’re all in this together for the long haul--and I KNOW it’s true because I can feel it!” Hermione said, her eyes shining.
“What do you mean by ‘real one’...?” Harry asked.
“Well--it would seem that quite a few muggles form Covens as part of neopagan religious practice, and others are formed by those who are part of the muggle occult underground...” Hermione continued scanning the text rapidly.
“And apparently every so often wizards and witches try to make a go of it, but they don’t usually have what it takes to work spells together properly... and the ones that do work tend to be nearly always all female--nobody really knows why.”
“So it would seem that real Covens are very rare, and that successful ones with males are rarer still... I suppose that’s why Covens in muggle literature tend to be associated with witches,” Hermione mused, biting her lip pensively, furry ears twitching, “Though being all witches is still no guarantee of success. The coven which broke up in the 1970's was all witches.”
Harry glanced around the table at the girls and swallowed as he tried to work up the nerve to ask the question in front of all of them.
“Erm... Hermione, ever since I found out I was a wizard, nearly everyone that’s ever known my mum and dad has gone on about me having my mum’s eyes...” Harry caught Dora’s eyes and blushed again, remembering what she’d told him the other night, “d...d’you think that has anything to do with it--me being part of a Coven I mean?” he asked.
The entire table was silent for a moment as an unspoken understanding awakened in the Unaffiliated. Except for Dora and Hermione, this was the first that anyone had heard about Harry’s eyes being like his mother’s.
“I... I think it might Harry,” Hermione finally responded. “Eyes are supposedly the ‘window to the soul.’ If that’s true, then it means you really do have a female soul...”
Jennifer stared at Harry, remembering her first impression of his eyes. No wonder she had felt so much more comfortable around Harry than the other males from their first meeting. Now it all started to make sense.
Fleur thought back to the reputation she had gained as a snob at Beauxbatons, based on accusations by the many good looking boys she had turned down. She had really wanted to be with one too, and her girlfriends had constantly pressured her to pick a boy to join in their fun.
But Fleur hadn’t liked any of the Beauxbaton boys well enough. They were all so arrogant, believing themselves to be “God’s Gift” to women, and all convinced that they would be the one with the prowess to make a Veela scream with pleasure. When Fleur refused them all to the last one, gradually her girlfriends had spent less and less time with her.
Fleur had fallen for Hermione Potter at first sight, but during the Triwizard tournament Fleur had rapidly come to know that Harry Potter was just as special as his wife. Harry had been the first boy to treat Fleur like a person instead of a prize to be won.
Fleur didn’t know if his ‘female soul’ had anything to do with it, but it seemed very plausible to her that was why she loved Harry as much as she loved Hermione, Daphne and the other girls.
Daphne was convinced. She had always thought she was more interested in boys than girls until Hermione had kissed her. But then Daphne had never actually met a boy she really liked before Harry.
And, Daphne couldn’t really say that she had ever really been attracted to any of the other “nice boys” at Hogwarts. Neville Longbottom was probably the only other one she had come across who seemed as kind and sweet as Harry, but he didn’t do a thing for her. Daphne rather liked the Weasley Twins, but even they were a bit too pushy and aggressive for her tastes.
Harry was everything Daphne had always dreamed her prince would be; kind and gentle, and honest and brave. And Daphne loved Hermione dearly for sharing Harry with her and Fleur, and the rest of their girlfriends. Daphne almost felt like her heart would burst as she thought about how much she loved everyone.
Luna and Parvati didn’t need much convincing. They had always been interested in boys too, but had long since decided that they much preferred girls for the most part. It just made perfect sense to them that was why Harry was so nice and why they loved him too.
Except for the sound of purring from Hermione and the other two cat-witches, breakfast was continued in quiet contemplation. Feeling as if he were part kneazle himself, Harry could almost palpably sense everyone drawing even closer to him and each other.

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After breakfast, Jennifer began lessons with the professors and Harry made his breakthrough with quadratic equations. Finally he had the tools to complete his Arithmancy summer assignment. Harry doggedly slaved away in the library, determined to finish the rest of his homework assignments quickly so he could focus on training with the Coven.
Confident that the books were safe with only the Unaffiliated and Viktor Krum currently at Hogwarts for the summer, Madam Pince had decided that she could leave the library unattended during open hours and enjoy the holidays as much as possible.
Hermione had already completed all of her assignments and sat on Harry’s lap as he studied, providing equal parts Inspiration to work hard, and Distraction when he needed to rest his brain. Distraction eventually won out. Though Fleur and Daphne were distracting him almost as much as Hermione’s kisses.
Fleur was assisting Daphne in a similar manner, with Daphne in her lap in one of the armchairs, rewarding her for correct answers with a hand under Daphne’s skirt. Harry chuckled when Daphne squealed ecstatically, squirming in Fleur’s clutches, a bloom of damp spreading across her skirt.
Gasping in the afterglow, Daphne giddily sucked and licked clean Fleur’s fingers which had just been inside her. Hermione giggled and purred, nudging Harry’s cheek with her bushy head.
Harry thought for a moment. Lavender had managed to convince her parents to let her meet Viktor in Hogsmeade for a date, and the professors were either helping Jennifer or lounging. It seemed safe enough in the library.
Harry flicked his wand and silently cast a muffliato charm at the library entrance while Hermione was occupied nuzzling his neck.
“Harry!” squeaked Hermione; her eyes widened in both trepidation and glee when he slipped his own hand under her skirt and into her panties. “What are you doing?”
“Studying of course...” Harry replied with a grin. “Just like Fleur and Daphne are.”
Harry trapped Hermione’s lips with his own before she could retort and his other hand cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it through the fabric of her blouse.
Hermione’s bushy tail thwipped back and forth joyfully, as Harry’s fingers probed her moistening slit and entered her. Harry thrust them deeper and fondled Hermione’s fleshy pearl with his thumb, rotating it in little circles. With his other thumb, Harry flicked the hardened nipple which belonged to the breast in the palm of his hand.
Hermione’s heart raced and every nerve tingled with excitement. She was afraid that they would get caught, but she didn’t want Harry to stop. Hermione mewled and wriggled in Harry’s lap, shuddering as she climaxed, soaking her panties and skirt with her dewiness.
Harry grunted with pleasure as Hermione’s bottom ground against his erection. He loved bringing her off in his lap. The friction of Hermione’s orgasmic response to his ministrations was all he needed to lose it, filling his boxers with stickiness.
Still giddy with delight, Hermione slipped off Harry’s thighs and kneeled between his legs, unzipping his shorts. Her bushy tail twirled as she lapped up Harry’s secretions and cleaned him with her cat-tongue.
Hermione swirled her tongue around Harry’s still hard penis and then engulfed it with her mouth. Harry grasped Hermione’s bushy head and began thrusting himself into her wet and willing throat. He was so excited that it didn’t take long to peak once more.
In short order, Hermione was thirstily swallowing Harry’s semen as Fleur and Daphne watched and giggled while driving each other to distraction yet again.
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