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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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Hestia was happy to see Jennifer sleeping soundly by the time she had concluded a nightcap with Dumbledore and a few of the professors. It was nice to see the girl not shaking and crying out from nightmares anymore. All because of that sweet Potter boy and his wife--Hestia was sure of it.
She sat for a few moments in the chair at the side of Jennifer’s bed watching her sleep. Hestia gently stroked Jennifer’s black bangs and sighed as a swell of motherly affection filled her. Jennifer looked enough like her, and was still young enough, that Hestia could easily imagine the girl as her own daughter.
“Night Sweetie,” Hestia whispered, giving Jennifer a kiss on the forehead as she got up to leave.
Jennifer stirred slightly when Hestia reached the doorway.
“Night Mum,” Jennifer murmured.
Hestia’s heart skipped and she quickly stifled a sob with her hand as her eyes filled with tears.

~o0o~

Hermione was thrilled at how quickly Jennifer was progressing. In just the last few days, Jennifer had managed to learn a lot of the basic First Year spells. But Jennifer sighed at the piles of homework the professors had given her.
“I don’t mind all the reading,” Jennifer told Hermione, “It’s absolutely fascinating and I’m a pretty fast reader. It’s just... there’s so much to learn--I’ll never be able to catch up to fifth year by start of term...”
“Don’t worry, I can tutor you. You’re doing amazingly well,” Hermione replied encouragingly, “and it doesn’t matter if you’re not in fifth year classes. You can take fourth year classes with me and Harry... Daphne and Parvati are in most of the same classes as us too.”
“And I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to writing with these antiquated quills and inkpots,” Jennifer sighed in annoyance as a splash of ink stained her charms essay.
“Don’t worry about splodges, there’s a good spell for cleaning up the ink... Tergeo,” Hermione said, pointing her wand at the page and siphoning up the excess ink.
“Oh, ta Hermione,” Jennifer brightened.
“And actually, Harry can help you with your calligraphy... and Runes, as well as Defence Against the Dark Arts,” Hermione said glowingly, “He’s better than me in those classes. And either of us can help you with Potions... he’s brilliant at it...”
“Urgh! Potions--that teacher is really creepy,” Jennifer shivered. “He looks like a vampire, and he’s awfully strict...”
“He’s alright really,” Hermione said sympathetically. “He was horrible to me and Harry--especially to Harry--our first year and for a lot of second year. But something about him changed not long after I turned part-cat... he’s quite nice to us these days--nicer to everyone really...”
“And you’ll find that a lot of teachers here are very strict... they’re a bit like the old-fashioned teachers in boarding-school stories...”
“YES! That’s exactly what I was going to say,” Jennifer interrupted animatedly, her eyes turning big, “Except for Dumbledore--he’s a real softy--I feel like I’m in one of Enid Blyton's school stories, or those Jennings and Darbishire books...”
“Don’t tell Harry I said this,” Hermione giggled, her furry ears twitching mirthfully, “but he’s always reminded me a little bit of Jennings... and Professor Snape was Harry’s Mr Wilkins until Snape finally came around.”
Jennifer began giggling too, feeling much better about the piles of homework. “I just realised why I feel like I’m in First Form at St Clare’s... Professor McGonagall is SUCH a Miss Roberts...”
Hermione snorted and both girls fell into a fit of laughter.

~o0o~
“Zat Vos an amazing catch Harry,” Viktor panted as he dismounted his broom. “You are an excellent flyer. You came out of novere on zat last von.”
Harry grinned, clutching the struggling snitch in his hand as he sat next to Viktor on the field of the Quidditch pitch. Luna, Parvati, Fleur, and Daphne continued to fly around and throw the quaffle through the hoops while Dora sketched some action shots in the stands.
“Thanks Viktor!” said Harry, “I don’t really miss playing Quidditch for Gryffindor when I have someone to fly with. It’ll be fun to have a few more when the Twins, Ginny, and Dean come back... but what about you right now? Will you still be able to fly for the Bulgarian team if you’re doing your last schoolyear in Britain?”
“I vant to, but it vill be difficult, so zey are letting me take a year off to finish my schooling here. Zen maybe, after zat, I don’t know... it depends if I go back to Bulgaria or...” Viktor blushed and trailed off.
Harry had an inkling of what was bothering Viktor.
“Er...How did your dates go with Lavender the last few days?” Harry asked.
Viktor’s face lit up, but the blush deepened.
“Er... ze dates were very good. Ve found a nice private place to... I... er... I probably should not speak of it too much though,” Viktor heaved a deep sigh. “I vant to marry Lavender, but I think her parents might not approve vile she is still in school--but I vill wait for her if I haff too.”
“I’m glad for you both--Lavender has been really nice since she got over not liking Hermione,” Harry remarked, “I never really knew her very well, except that she and Parvati used to be close friends before...er... well, I suppose they’ve made up a bit too--and my...er... friend, Ron, seemed to fancy her a bit...”
“But I don't think Ron would’ve been very good with Lavender. Other than both of them liking Quidditch, they never had anything in common,” Harry mused, thinking about some of the lewd comments Ron had made about Lavender's anatomy--to her face even. He thought that perhaps it was best not to mention those.
“Ron seems happy enough with Seamus now though...” Harry continued, pleased with the thought.
Ron and Seamus had both been a lot nicer since they had ‘hooked up’ at the Yule Ball. Harry supposed that Ron was happier having, rather literally, a best-mate whom he had much more in common with. They were both still a bit silly and thickheaded, but neither of them had been quite as rude to anyone since then.
Harry’s thoughts turned back to Viktor.
“So did you...er... ‘pop the question’ then?” Harry had to ask. It only made sense really, if Viktor was willing to wait until Lavender finished school.
Viktor’s sudden grin and nod was Harry’s confirmation. Harry grinned back. He expected Parvati was going to be getting an excited letter from Lavender by tomorrow morning.
Harry looked up when he heard Hermione’s voice and he spotted her entering the Quidditch Pitch carrying the rarely used Firebolt he’d bought for her. Jennifer was with her, looking really anxious.
“I think I vill take my leave,” Krum said to Harry with a smirk. “I think zese moments are special for you, no?”
“Er... yeah, I suppose,” Harry replied, turning a bit pink. “But it looks like Hermione brought her own broom today, so...”
“Hello Viktor! Hi Harry, would you mind teaching Jennifer how to fly?” Hermione asked brightly. “She can use my broom, and I’ll ride with you...”
“Vot did I say?” Viktor chuckled quietly, clapping Harry on the shoulder. Then he said a bit louder, “Good Afternoon, Hermione, Jennifer, I vas just leaving. Haff fun flying.” Viktor gave Harry a wink and strode out of the pitch carrying his broom while Harry palmed his reddening face.
“Are you sure you want to try this Jennifer?” Harry asked, eyeing the nervous looking girl. Daphne, and Luna swooped down to see what was happening, followed closely by Parvati and Fleur.
“Er...” Jennifer glanced at Hermione and gulped, “I do really--it looks like loads of fun. But I’m a bit scared...”
“Hi Jennifer! You can ride with me for a bit at first to get used to it if you’d like,” Luna offered dreamily.
“Oh...er...are you sure Luna? I don’t want to interrupt your game...”
“I don’t mind. I’m not very good at throwing the quaffle anyway, but I love to fly. Come on, get on behind me.” Jennifer climbed onto Luna’s broom and put her arms around Luna’s waist.
“Hold on tight,” Luna giggled as she ascended into the air and Jennifer gave a little shriek. Parvati, Fleur, and Daphne zoomed up after them, chasing them around the hoops.
“Wotcher Hermione,” greeted the bubblegum pink haired girl who had come down from the stands. Dora peered admiringly at Hermione’s Firebolt and Harry resolved to buy her one too the next time he was in Diagon Alley.
“Oh Hi Dora,” Hermione grinned, “You might as well have a go with my broom. It looks like Jennifer won’t be needing it after all right now.”
“Cheers Hermione!” Dora gushed, beaming at the cat-witch. “I’ve always wanted a go on one of these...”
“I’m sorry Dora,” Harry said bashfully, “I never realised. You could’ve had a go on mine...”
Dora shut Harry up with a steamy kiss.
“No worries Harry! I never said anything about it before, and I’ve not really ‘ad the opportunity to notice what sorta broom you had until loungin’ around Hogwarts this past week or so.” With a giggle at Harry’s goofy expression, Dora kicked off and gleefully rocketed into the sky.
Purring loudly, Hermione mounted Harry’s broom behind him. Harry smiled and let out a contented sigh when she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and snuggled against his back. Moments later they were soaring around the towers of the castle, Hermione’s bushy tail whipping in the wind.

~o0o~

Minerva McGonagall sipped her tea, a smile hovering at the corner of her lips as she peered out of the window at the students flying happily around the Quidditch Pitch. She watched Harry zip up into the air with Hermione on his broomstick.
“That poor boy,” she sighed, “Albus, I’ve been thinking... perhaps we should allow the Unaffiliated to form their own Quidditch team. They have enough members now, and I’m sure Mr Potter misses it...”
Dumbledore pensively took a sip from his own teacup before setting it down and responding.
“Perhaps you are right Minerva. Though I am uncertain if that is what Harry truly wants... or even needs anymore,” the Headmaster let out a sigh of his own, “He has far too much to be getting on with as it is. An official Quidditch team would be a serious distraction from his studies and his focus on learning to defend himself and the Coven from the travails which are looming over us all...”
Minerva pursed her lips and gave the Headmaster a withering glare.
“But I suppose I should at least offer Harry the opportunity...” Dumbledore sighed yet again, “...if we can finish Tom Riddle before term starts.”
“Good! Fair enough!” Minerva said curtly. Then her features softened and she almost smiled again. “Hestia told me that you have offered her a position as Director of the postgraduate programme, and Horace was most effuse expressing his delight with his new position. It’s about time we had a permanent Professor of Alchemy on staff...”

~o0o~

“Don’t get too comfortable just yet,” Hermione said to Harry and Dora as they cleaned up after dinner. “We all have a date in the Room of Requirement... and Fleur’s bringing her toys.”
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