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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242819 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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When Harry woke, Hermione’s arm and tawny tresses lay strewn across his bare chest. He kissed his wife’s bushy head and she slowly stirred awake.
“Morning Hermione!”
“Morning Harry,” yawned Hermione, snuggling even closer and pressing her nakedness right up against him.
“That was loads of fun last night,” Harry grinned as he cuddled Hermione. “I wonder if Ozma and Dorothy ever had fun like that?”
“Ozma?”
“Ozma of Oz--from the Oz books. She was born a girl, but she didn't know because she was turned into a boy by a wicked witch when she was a baby, so she grew up as a boy called Tip. When she was much older she was turned back into a girl by Glinda the Good Witch, and she became best friends with Dorothy.”
“Oh... I’ve only read The Wizard of Oz--I didn’t know there were more,” said Hermione a bit sheepishly.
“Yeah--loads more. I only got to read a few though, because the Dursleys made me take them back to the primary school library when they caught me reading them...”
“That’s dreadful,” Hermione gasped in horror. “The only reason I didn’t know was because I mostly grew up reading the ‘literary classics’ and lots of non-fiction--though of course Mum and Dad did get me some children’s story-books too, but mostly just British ones. I’m more familiar with The Hobbit and The Chronicles of Narnia I suppose...”
“Oh yeah--I love those,” said Harry, his eyes shining. “I managed to read the Narnia books and The Hobbit without getting caught... But I only got a few pages into Lord of the Rings before Uncle Vernon found it one day and made me take it back to school...”
“Dudley did have a few children’s books with fairy-tales in, but he’d never read them. I dunno why they even got them for him. I suppose the Dursleys never thought I’d find them in his second bedroom and read them. I’ve always liked reading actually...”
Hermione purred and began kneading Harry’s chest.
“It’s funny, I’m more like you than you know,” Harry continued as he stroked Hermione's furry ears, “I even read all of my schoolbooks for First Year before term began. That’s how I came up with Hedwig’s name--it was in A History of Magic. I wish I was as brainy as you though--I don’t remember everything I read unless I read it loads of times...”
The purring grew louder and Hermione started licking Harry's chest with her cat-tongue.
“I would’ve done all my summer homework and read all my new books for Second Year too,” Harry went on, “except the Dursleys locked my school stuff in my cupboard under the stairs and then...”
Hermione paused licking Harry to gasp in shock again, “I can’t believe it... that's horrible. I never knew--that’s why you started falling behind...”
“Er, not really...” Harry interjected, starting to flush, “I was just about to say--it was brilliant when Fred, George and Ron came and got me from the Dursleys, and we got my new books that day in Diagon Alley with your parents, but I never managed to get anything done the rest of that summer anyway. Every time I thought about doing some reading or homework, Ron wanted to do something else, and well...”
Harry looked thoroughly embarrassed now, “The Dursleys never really allowed me to just have fun before--ever--so I... er... I sort of put work out of my head when I was hanging out with Ron...”
“I’m so sorry Harry. I thought you just didn’t like schoolwork...”
“Nah... actually I’ve always found most of it really interesting--except Professor Binns' lectures--and I don’t mind working hard--just not so much when Ron was around. And there is always rubbish with people trying to murder me, or sabotage me every year at school--that's a bit distracting. And the more I think about it, as much as I love Quidditch, I’m really glad I don’t have to play for a team anymore...”
“I just didn’t have enough time for everything between mucking about with Ron, Quidditch, and just trying to stay alive... If you hadn’t been there to help me with my assignments Hermione, I don’t know how I would’ve ever managed--you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me...”
Harry stopped talking, because his mouth was suddenly humidly occupied by Hermione’s.
“I know I’ve said it before Harry,” began Hermione when their lips parted, “but you’re brilliant--as well as kind and brave. All you’ve ever needed was focus--and now I understand even more why that was so hard for you your first year and a half. You’ve been amazing in school ever since...”
“Ever since I fell for you Hermione!” said Harry softly, and Hermione melted in his arms when his lips engulfed hers.
The kiss heated and became wetter as Harry stroked Hermione’s fuzzy ears with one hand while the other slid across her stomach. One of Hermione’s legs came up over Harry’s, and she ground her moist slit into his hip. Harry’s morning erection ached as it grew even harder.
Harry rolled Hermione on her back as she parted her thighs. With a moan of pleasure, he drove his stiffness into her sopping channel. Hermione meowed blissfully as Harry’s penis plummeted to her depths again and again, his fingers tugging at her nipples.
Hermione wriggled and yowled, her furry tail thumping the bed as the passion surged. With a groan, Harry stiffened and burst, releasing his essence into Hermione’s womb. Giddily, Harry covered Hermione’s face with kisses as he slumped.
Panting and purring, still in a daze, Hermione rolled Harry onto his back and crouched between his thighs. With her bottom up, tabby tail waving joyfully, as Harry’s semen dripped from her twitching vulva, Hermione wrapped her lips around Harry’s erection before it could soften and began to clean it with her cat-tongue.
Harry made an effort to concentrate, and Hermione discovered to her surprise that she was sucking a pubic-hair-free penis.
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that just for me Harry,” Hermione gasped, gingerly cupping Harry's now hairless testicles with one hand while running her other fingers over his newly smooth groin, his shaft glistening with her saliva.
“I wanted to,” Harry panted. “I’ve decided that I like it much better like this... at least if you do anyway... I feel cleaner somehow... ”
Hermione grinned.
“I didn’t mind Harry,” she purred, “but thank you... very much! I do prefer it this way...”
And with that, Hermione continued to slurp on Harry’s penis until he climaxed again and filled her throat with his stickiness.

~o0o~

An owl which Harry didn’t recognise delivered a letter at lunchtime while he was in mid-bite.
“Bit late aren’t you?” he chuckled, giving the obviously tired bird a kipper.
“Who’s it from?” Hermione asked, twitching her furry ears. The rest of the Unaffiliated looked up with interest.
“From Mad Eye,” Harry replied, his eyebrows perking in surprise. “He’s been watching the BBC, and they say that the Muggle Prime Minister is blaming the Sunderland Stadium attack on Muslims...” Harry gasped, “...and Sirius Black?”
“Bloody Fucking Hell!” Harry swore angrily. “They’re claiming that Sirius is a dangerous criminal with ties to international terrorists. Moody thinks this proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that Minister Umbridge and the Muggle PM are colluding...”
“And he says that I should avoid being seen in the Muggle world because he thinks that the Minister may have also informed the PM that I’m Sirius’s godson.”
“A conclusion which I have also reached,” said Dumbledore, causing everyone at the Mingling Table to lurch in their seats. How did he always manage to sneak up on them like that?
“I was about to discuss this with you myself, but I see Alastor has beaten me to it,” continued the Headmaster.
“I think I already knew it,” Harry said glumly. “I’ve been worried about the Ministry’s likely connections to the Muggle government ever since the Second Task of the Triwiz. That’s one of the reasons why I thought Hermione’s mum should be looked after in a safe place... not just because of Tom Riddle.”
“Indeed! Very wise of you Harry,” Dumbledore nodded, then peered at Harry perceptively.
“However, if it should be at all necessary for you to walk for a time in the non-magic world, I trust that your special talents shall keep you unnoticed,” Dumbledore concluded with a wink before strolling back to the staff-table.
“Special talents?” Daphne asked with a bewildered expression.
“Harry’s metamorphmagus powers,” Hermione responded with a slightly guilty look while Fleur smirked.
Harry perked up and grinned at Dora who had a mouthful of mustard and cress sandwich.
“You’re staying with me and Hermione tonight, right Dora?”
Dora’s eyes widened and she hurriedly swallowed. Parvati and Luna giggled good-naturedly at her obvious delight.
“Oh yeah, ta Harry. I’d like that!” Dora replied, returning Harry’s grin.
Another owl fluttered into the Great Hall and flopped onto the Mingling Table gasping. It looked even more tired than the first. It gulped gratefully at the tea Hermione offered the poor thing while Harry undid the letter tied to its talon.
“It’s from Ron,” Harry gasped in surprise as he read the letter. “I can’t believe it.”
“What does he have to say?” asked Hermione, somewhat coolly.
Despite feeling really sorry for Ron after he had been beaten up by Towler and McLaggen, Hermione still hadn’t quite forgiven him for the way he’d treated Harry during the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament. Though she had to admit, Ron had been a lot nicer to everyone since the Yule Ball.
“He says he’s having a smashing time in Egypt,” Harry responded, “and that he and Seamus nearly got murdered by some rampaging Mummies...”
“Oh!” squealed Parvati. Her furry black tail bristled and she shuddered. “That’s dreadful...”
“Don’t worry Parvati,” Harry chuckled. “I’m sure he’s exaggerating. He seems totally thrilled by the whole experience--says he fought off half a dozen of them singlehandedly and saved Seamus...”
“Honestly...” Hermione snorted and shook her head, rolling her eyes, and Luna burst into giggles, unable to imagine Ron Weasley fighting off even one Mummy, let alone six.
“Still, I’m glad he’s having a good time with Seamus,” Hermione’s features softened and she smiled, “It’s nice that he’s happy and that Mr and Mrs Weasley let Seamus go with them.”
“Yeah, it is,” Harry grinned, “I expect we’ll hear the real story about the Mummies from Ginny or Fred and George when they get back.”
“I still can’t believe that things like Mummies, Vampires and Werewolves are real,” said Jennifer, who looked almost as scared as Parvati had.
“They aren’t all evil,” Hermione reassured Jennifer, taking her hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. “At least not all Werewolves and Vampires are--I don’t really know about Mummies. Professor Lupin is a Werewolf.”
“Really?” Jennifer’s eyes widened, “He’s so kind--I would have never guessed.”
“Yeah, Lupin is really nice,” Harry nodded. “He was one of my dad’s best friends--him and Sirius Black both were...” Harry's nostrils flared as he thought about Wormtail again, and what the Rat had done to his parents and to Jennifer.
“After your lessons with the professors today,” Harry said to Jennifer, his green eyes glittering, “We’re going to practice some fighting spells as a Coven.”

~o0o~

Dora was thrilled with how well Harry was directing the Coven’s activities. That evening’s practice had been brilliant. And he really knew how to get the most out of the Room of Requirement’s magic.
After some calisthenics, they had all practiced stunning and blasting spells on simulacra of Mountain Trolls and Giants which the room had conjured to respond to the spells just like real ones. Stunning and blasting spells would usually just bounce right off most Giants and Trolls without so much as giving them a nosebleed.
But not the Coven’s spells. After a bit of practice, they managed to knock out five Giants and an entire squad of Trolls with a single bombarda maxima cast by all of them together. Then they had concluded the evening with a group casting of their Patronuses. After that, Dora had hurried through dinner, excited by the prospect of spending the night with the Potters again.
Dora knocked on the door of the Potters’ chambers. She gasped when the door was opened by a pretty girl with tumbling black hair and beautiful green eyes which she would have recognised anywhere.

AN: Thanks to Starr for your last couple of reviews... :)
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