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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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Fleur cast a colloportus maxima charm on the library door and it clicked as it locked. Daphne shared a smirk with Fleur before slipping off her lap. Stealthily, while Hermione was finishing Harry off, they snuck up behind her.
Hermione licked her lips clean and was just about zip Harry back up when a pair of gentle hands reached around to fondle her breasts and unbutton her blouse. Another pair of soft hands unclasped the hem of Hermione’s skirt and it slid to her knees.
“Eep...” Hermione squealed, flicking her bushy tail.
This time it was Fleur’s lips who trapped Hermione’s wetly while she finished removing Hermione’s blouse and Daphne slid Hermione’s panties down. In a trice Hermione was utterly naked except for her stockings and shoes and she was being gently guided to one of the library tables.
Hermione gasped when Fleur released her lips.
“What if someone comes in?” Hermione squeaked as goosebumps rose on her skin. She spied Harry grinning and gave him a half-hearted glare, wondering if he was in on this.
“Zey will have to break down ze door before zey get through zat locking charm chérie,” Fleur tittered as she playfully pinched Hermione’s rock hard nipples.
“We know how much you love the library Hermione,” giggled Daphne as she kneeled between Hermione’s bare thighs and pushed them apart.
Fleur’s delicate hands roamed across Hermione’s supple torso as she sucked a tender spot on the cat-witch’s neck, and Daphne kissed Hermione’s glistening slit before sliding her tongue into the humid pink fold. The scent of parchment and leather bindings mingled with the musky aroma of passion; Hermione trembled and purred as shivers of arousal shot through her.
Hermione was soon meowing ecstatically. Her furry ginger tail whisked back and forth brushing against the floor, her bottom hanging over the edge of the table with her thighs wrapped around Daphne’s head. Fleur suckled Hermione’s nipples one by one and probed her belly button with her tongue as Daphne's tongue dove deeper into Hermione's slick channel.
Hermione shuddered with a yowl and burst, drenching Daphne’s face with her honeyed cream.
Giggling madly, Daphne let Harry take her place between Hermione’s thighs. Daphne joined with Fleur in squeezing Hermione’s breasts and encircling her perky nipples with her mouth.
Harry had been just as surprised as Hermione when the other two girls had taken it upon themselves to relieve Hermione of her clothing and shower their affections on her. He chortled gleefully, knowing that Hermione was thrilled by the experience of being taken in the library,
Harry pressed the crown of his penis against Hermione’s twitching entrance while she was still quaking in the throes of her orgasm. Lifting Hermione’s naked thighs, Harry plunged his erection into her wet sheath. Thrusting his hips, Harry rocked back and forth rhythmically, driving his shaft into Hermione’s depths.
Hermione was already in the garden of delight under the enchanting spell of Fleur and Daphne’s lips, tongues, and caresses when she felt Harry’s stiffness gliding inside of her. The showers of bliss became a raging torrent of ecstasy, as one climax after the other took her to new heights.
Hermione’s rapturous convulsions brought Harry quickly to a zenith. With a groan, Harry exploded, releasing his stickiness into Hermione’s chamber. A breeze swept through the library, riffling the pages of the books lying on the library tables, and sparks flew; a few books of dark magic in the Restricted Section shrieked in agony.
But when it was over, none of the books were worse for wear. All that could be heard was happy purring and contented sighs, and the splatter of Harry’s ejaculate dripping to the floor from Hermione’s still spasming labia.

~o0o~

A little hidden boathouse in the Forbidden Forest at the edge of the Black Lake shook, and ripples spread out across the surface of the water.
“Merlin!” gasped Dora, her neon magenta hair flourescing. “That was lovely...”
Her hands stroked Parvati’s shiny black hair and black furry ears as Parvati continued slurping one of Dora’s nipples and kneading the older girl’s succulent breasts. Luna looked up from between Dora’s naked thighs and grinned.
“Oh, we’re just getting started Dora,” said Luna, happily whisking her fluffy white tail, Dora’s sweetness dripping from her chin.

~o0o~

Later that afternoon, after lessons with the professors were completed, Jennifer joined the Unaffiliated as they practiced spells together in the Room of Requirement. She was surprised when Harry had them all begin with half an hour of calisthenics.
“I just want us all to start getting back in the routine,” Harry told Jennifer. “Being fit will help us stay sharp and quick on our toes.”
“On our toes...?” Jennifer looked puzzled.
“We’re going to practice basic combat spells today, because I bet none of the professors have showed you any. Am I right?” Harry asked. Jennifer nodded.
“Right, thought not...” Harry frowned thoughtfully for a moment, before realisation occurred to him. “Well, I suppose Dumbledore is expecting us to show you--probably wants to keep things simple for you at first in your regular lessons--and they don’t really have a class just focused on learning how to fight with magic at Hogwarts. Defence Against the Dark Arts is mostly how to defend against dark magical creatures and some dark spells...”
“We’re going to practice a bit of muggle martial arts too,” Harry continued, “but don’t worry about that for now. And Dora will train you when we get around to that. We’re just going to practice stunning and shielding spells today, so you can get the hang of it.”
Jennifer swallowed nervously and glanced at the other girls, who all looked eager to begin.
“Er... alright then,” Jennifer said anxiously, nodding again.
After showing Jennifer how to perform the spells, Harry decided to have Hermione practice with Jennifer just to be sure that Jennifer didn’t get too frightened. Harry and the others practiced together in the meantime. After an hour, Harry wanted to try something new.
“Er... well--seeing as we’re a Coven, I thought maybe we could try doing some other spells all together.... Maybe just a Protego Maxima for today...?”
“That’s an excellent idea Harry!” Hermione beamed at him, and everyone nodded in agreement.
“Sh... should I join in too?” stammered Jennifer, “I... I know I’m not really part of the group...”
“Of course you are!” Harry interjected adamantly, “Maybe not officially yet... but as far as I’m concerned you’re one of us. When term starts, just be sure to tell Dumbledore that you don’t want to be sorted into a House. You’ll be an Unaffiliated--like us.”
“Th...thanks Harry,” Jennifer smiled shyly. Hermione purred and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek.
The air in the Room of Requirement rippled with magic as they all practiced the powerful shield spell numerous times. With each casting, the spell’s potency grew.

~o0o~

Albus Dumbledore took a sip of his fresh hot cup of Darjeeling and nibbled a lemon-ginger biscuit. He tossed a biscuit towards Fawkes who had been eyeing the plateful sitting on Dumbledore’s desk. With a quick snap of his beak the red and gold phoenix caught the biscuit and swallowed it hungrily, cooing musically in gratitude.
“Would you like another?” Dumbledore asked. Fawkes nodded and the Headmaster threw one more for the phoenix who gobbled it with abandon.
A tinkling sound distracted them both. Albus glanced at the delicate golden contraptions on the nearby shelf; his eyes sparkled merrily. He noted with satisfaction that his modified instruments and magical detectors were holding up well despite the intense surges of magic they registered which he was certain were coming from the Room of Requirement.

~o0o~

The Dark Lord was perplexed by the article in the Daily Prophet. Did not the idiots who ran the newspaper realise that He, Voldemort, was the one to be most feared? Why on earth would they be hinting that the Old Fool who ran Hogwarts was linked to the muggle disappearances?
“Wormtail, who is this... this miscreant--this associate of Dumbledore--Mundungus Fletcher?”
“My Lord?”
“The muggle disappearances,” Lord Voldemort responded, “they are being attributed by and large to this Mr Fletcher. He is apparently engaged in selling enslaved muggles to wizards of means, and the Prophet strongly implies that the Headmaster of Hogwarts may have operational knowledge of his activities,” Voldemort snorted in derision.
As if Dumbledore had it in him to harm a single hair on a muggle’s head--or anyone’s head for that matter. The Old Fool couldn’t even bring himself to kill Gellert Grindelwald after defeating him, the most notorious and murderous Dark Wizard in history prior to Lord Voldemort.
“To the best of my knowledge, Mundungus Fletcher is nothing but a petty thief My Lord,” Wormtail replied in bewilderment. “Not even fit to be a Snatcher. He was employed by the Order of the Phoenix during the last war as merely someone with criminal contacts which could be exploited for information--he avoided any of the actual conflicts between the Order and the Death Eaters...”
“Ah... so that is why I do not recollect him. In any case, it would appear that he has moved up in the world to have drawn the attention of the Dark Witch,” Voldemort mused aloud. “I do believe it is time to remind the Dark Witch and my former supporters of whom it is that they TRULY need to fear. How many Inferi do we have now?”
“About 200 so far My Lord!” Wormtail replied, “If we are to raise the numbers you desire to take Hogwarts with, then we should conserve our forces...”
“I concur Wormtail,” the Dark Lord nodded approvingly. “I think perhaps two simultaneous attacks would strike the right note--but not with the Inferi. Maybe the Snatchers and a few Werewolves should pay another visit to London--to Diagon Alley... and another attack on a muggle location, this time by Snatchers with a few giants to maximise the damage. Unleashing a regiment of Dementors would not go amiss either... Make it happen Wormtail!”
Bellatrix had been listening to the exchange intently but feigning nonchalance as she filed her fingernails. It occurred to her that more needed to be done.
“My Lord,” the Dark Consort said seductively, “I think we should see some of the traitors dead--perhaps Avery and Yaxley. If I crucify them in a most public manner--maybe then the Unfaithful will beg to be spared from your righteous retribution.”
Nagini hissed slightly as the Dark Lord absentmindedly stroked her head. He chuckled. Bellatrix was getting bored already. Killing muggles and turning them into Inferi was not enough to satisfy her bloodlust. She wanted some real action.
“Indeed Bellatrix, a Public Execution would make quite a statement,” the Dark Lord agreed. “Find Avery and Yaxley then, and string them up in the Atrium of the Ministry! Take Rabastan and Rodolphus as backup along with some Snatchers--but take care not to be caught.”
“Thank you My Lord!” the Dark Consort purred, “Wormtail and I will begin to plan the attacks at once.”
An evil smirk tugged at the corner of Wormtail’s lips. This could be the opportunity to find himself another suitable plaything. Perhaps Wormtail would enlist the aid of Lockhart for the muggle operation--Gilderoy seemed to share his taste for the younger females.
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