Hermione's Furry Little Problem | By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242702 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20 |
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AN: A small amount of rimming in this chapter.
“Er... WOW!” Dora gaped at the black-haired beauty in the creamy chemise who had answered the Potters’ door. Dora’s hair flouresced and turned neon purple.
“Hi Dora, meet Harriet,” Hermione giggled, quickly ushering Dora in with a kiss and shutting the door behind them.
Harriet grinned at Dora and blushed as Dora’s hungry eyes roamed over her body. Dora gave Harriet a sultry kiss.
“Nice to meet you Harriet,” Dora chortled.
“Hi Dora,” Harriet said nervously, as she and Hermione each took one of Dora’s hands and led her to the bedroom, “I... er... hope you like this...”
“Harry... er...I mean Harriet has been practicing for ages Dora,” said Hermione, her furry tail waving proudly.
Hermione stood behind Harriet and slipped Harriet’s chemise off her shoulders; it slid to the floor, pooling at her feet. Harriet’s pink nipples stiffened as she stood there nearly naked in front of Dora who hadn’t begun undressing yet.
Reaching around from behind with both hands, Hermione gave Harriet’s breasts a gentle squeeze as Dora ogled the firm little globes.
“Go on then Dora, give it a go... cop a feel,” Harriet bravely chuckled.
Not waiting to be told twice, with a grin, Dora reached out and cupped a breast in each hand. Harriet’s breath quickened at Dora’s touch. Dora massaged Harriet’s breasts, feeling the rock hard nipples pressing into the palms of her hands.
A little moan of pleasure escaped Harriet’s lips as Dora grasped each nipple and began to roll them between her thumbs and forefingers. Dora leaned over and took one of Harriet’s nipples in her mouth, giving it a little suck and flicking it with her tongue. Harriet quivered as another tingle of delight rippled through her body.
While Dora sucked Harriet’s nipples and played with her breasts, Hermione slid Harriet’s panties down her legs until they joined the chemise on the floor. Dora let go of Harriet’s breasts and Harriet bent over, grinning; she put her hands on her knees and wiggled her bottom at Dora.
Hermione giggled at Dora’s goofy expression. They both squeezed Harriet’s firm, smooth round bottom cheeks and gave them a little smack.
“Oi...” Harriet snickered, “Nobody said anything about a spanking.”
Dora and Hermione giggled in response and gave Harriet’s bottom a couple more playful swats.
“Sorry Harriet, your perfect bum was just too tempting.” Furry ears flicking with mirth, Hermione rubbed Harriet’s bottom cheeks soothingly.
Then gently, the two older girls guided the nude younger girl to the bed. Her heart racing, Harriet parted her legs widely so that Dora could have a really good look.
Dora hurriedly stripped down and licked her lips as she eyed Harriet’s glistening pink wetness. Purring loudly, Hermione gleefully bounced onto the bed, removing her own chemise and panties. She began to give Harriet little kisses while Dora crawled between Harriet’s legs.
Dora brushed her fingers delicately along the inside of Harriet’s thighs, tracing a path to her twitching vulva. The younger girl trembled as tingles of pleasure surged through her again.
“I’ve never seen such a complete transformation,” Dora gushed as she fondled Harriet’s moist slit. “Even when I disguised myself as a guy for undercover jobs, I never went all the way--just formed the basic shape. I wouldn’t really know ‘ow to get the plumbing right. ”
“It’s amazing isn’t it,” Hermione agreed, beaming from ear to furry ear. “Harriet is really good at visualisation...”
“Course, there really aren’t that many metamorphmagi,” Dora went on, “but I knew my teacher and all of the ones who are Aurors--guys and girls--because they were helping me practice my disguises. And they were willin’ to show me everything--purely professionally of course. Nobody--and I mean none of ‘em--could do their nethers with this level of detail.”
“I read a book on anatomy when I was practicing by myself, but Hermione’s the one who helped me get it right in the end,” squeaked Harriet, grinning and squirming as Dora’s fingers probed deeper into her wet passage.
“I didn’t... er... go all the way either though... oh!...” Harriet gasped, wriggling as Dora nibbled and licked her swollen clitoris, “I mean... Ah!... I didn’t bother.... eep!... with the reproductive bits... OH!” Harriet squealed as she burst ecstatically, soaking Dora’s hand and chin.
“Well, that’s ‘ardly necessary,” Dora chuckled as she wiped off her chin and Hermione giggled.
Soon, the three witches were all rolling around the bed together, purring, moaning, meowing, and squealing, fingers and tongues busily occupying each other’s orifices. Hermione and Dora devoured Harriet, focusing most of their attentions on the younger girl. Twice the three of them lost themselves to the passion and the Potters’ bedroom quaked.
Harriet squealed and shuddered blissfully when she felt Hermione’s tongue buried inside her sopping sheath and Dora’s tongue between her bottom cheeks, wriggling wetly into her fundament. A tumultuous whirlwind of ardour swirled around the witches; they fell into ecstasy a third time and the storm of magic thundered through the entire suite.
“Merlin, that was fun!” Dora gasped as the giddiness ebbed, “Now why don’t you turn back into a boy Harriet, so we can have a bit more fun...”
“What? Really? Are you sure?” Harriet peered at Dora, slightly puzzled.
“Yeah Harriet,” Dora’s eyes widened and she swallowed nervously, afraid that she had upset her. “That was lovely... I mean it. It’ll be loads of fun to mess about a bit with you as a girl from time to time--and we’ll do it again--I promise...”
“And I really appreciate it loads that you went to all the effort to change for me--but I fell in love with the real you... with Harry!” Dora gazed deeply into Harriet’s green eyes and kissed her tenderly. Dora's hair changed back to her natural ash-brown.
“I know I’m not generally attracted to guys Harriet,” Dora continued softly, “but you turn me on something fierce when you’re Harry--alright!? Please don’t feel like you ‘ave to be a girl on the outside for me--only for yourself when you want to, for fun--‘oo you are on the inside is enough for me to love you...”
Hermione purred, thwipping her tail happily as she listened, snuggled sweatily against Harriet and Dora.
“And I love it that you’re different on the outside from the ‘other girls’...” Dora chortled and gave Harry a wink, “...you’re sexy to me as Harry. I like feelin’ you inside o’ me.”
Dora kissed Harriet again deeply and wetly to prove that she meant every word, closing her eyes, pressing her nakedness against the younger girl’s body. By the time Dora opened her eyes again, and their lips parted, she felt Harry’s erection squashed against her lower abdomen and she grinned.
Harry smiled sweetly and slightly tearfully at Dora, finally feeling completely reassured. He hadn’t quite realised that he had indeed still felt slightly inadequate for Dora until now that he no longer did. Harry really had wanted to be everything that Dora loved about girls... though the more Harry became Harriet, the more he felt like he had been missing a huge part of who he was until now.
“I even love doin’ this for you Harry--makes me feel kinky...” Dora smirked as she turned around, straddled Harry’s head, and took his stiffness in her mouth. “Oh, what about...?” she began, noticing the continued lack of pubic hair.
“Oh... I like it that way,” Harry grinned. “And just so you know, I really enjoyed being a girl for a bit too. It is fun--and I want to do it again sometime. But it's more than just fun. I, er... I suppose in a way, Harriet is the real me too.”
“Cheers Harry,” said Dora, turning pink with happiness, and she encircled Harry’s shaft with her lips again.
Harry’s tongue entered Dora’s dripping vulva once more and Hermione joined in. Together, the Potters thrust their tongues into Dora’s crevices and squeezed her bum while Dora sucked Harry’s penis. Dora slurped and Harry thrust himself deeper, groaning with pleasure. Dora pressed her lips against Harry’s bare pubes and guzzled every last drop of his semen when he began squirting into her throat.
Harry and the two witches were swept away by yet another current of bliss, but refused to succumb to oblivion. After a brief respite the threesome began again. Harry wasn’t entirely sure, but he was beginning to suspect that the sex-magic had, over time, gradually increased his stamina and output.
Over the course of the evening, Harry filled both Dora’s and Hermione’s vessels with his sticky fluid, not to mention Hermione’s throat. The surges of electricity and magic which rocked the Potters’ quarters increased with intensity each time they climaxed, and by the time Harry finally passed out, in the wee hours of the morning, their quarters were a wreck.
Hermione purred, and began licking Dora clean shortly after Harry fell asleep in one of Dora’s arms. Dora ran her fingers through Hermione’s bushy hair and stroked her furry ears while the cat-witch's tongue was engaged in lapping Harry’s stickiness from Dora’s vulva.
“I love you so much Hermione...” Dora murmured blissfully and sleepily, “Thanks for sharing Harry--and the rest of your girlfriends too for that matter. I love you all loads...”
Purring a bit louder, swishing her bushy tail, Hermione crawled up the front of the girl with ash-brown hair and kissed her passionately. Their tongues danced and another tingle of elation surged through Hermione as the naked cat-witch lay on top of Dora and put one of her own arms around Harry.
“I love you too,” Hermione whispered as she too drifted into slumber cradled in Dora’s embrace.
~o0o~
As the days of summer passed by cheerfully for the Unaffiliated at Hogwarts, Jennifer continued to rapidly progress through the most critical coursework, and the Coven’s practice sessions in the Room of Requirement yielded ever increasing results, much to the delight of the Headmaster.
Jennifer was now well into Second Year material, and Dumbledore’s magical delicate instruments indicated that the Coven’s abilities continued to cross one rubicon and another, climbing from one pinnacle to the next.
The Headmaster was pleased that his headaches were less frequent. He felt assured that he and the Order were providing Harry with the best protection and the most fully informed preparation possible for facing Tom Riddle's forces. And if the ominous signs from beyond the walls and boundaries of the grounds of Hogwarts were any indication, he was more certain than ever that Riddle would take the opportunity to strike within the next few weeks.
Professor McGonagall gradually resigned herself to the idea of a group of randy teenagers being given free reign to express themselves intimately on school property. And in the end, it was at her and Madam Pomfrey’s insistence that the Unaffiliated be given their own common room located in their corridor, and a proper entrance to the corridor with its own passcodes.
Numerous portraits in the castle begged to be assigned the duty. But it was clear that many were just a bit too curious. and didn’t have a proper sense of decorum--the Drunk Monks being among the most eager and lecherous. Apparently they just wanted any opportunity to ogle the girls and Harry.
It was down to Circe, Cleopatra, and Aphrodite as all of them had expressed the most protective instincts towards the Unaffiliated. The decision between the portraits of the three sorceresses was too difficult, and the final determination was made by a game of rock-parchment-scissors among themselves.
Cleopatra won, but she felt bad as she had a major crush on the other two witches, and she promised to let them take turns looking after the Unaffiliated.
Harry’s 14th birthday rolled around, and it was the nicest he could ever recall having. He had everything he’d ever dreamed about, the best present he could have ever imagined, a loving family which accepted him for who he was without reservation. Not even the worsening news from beyond the walls and grounds of Hogwarts could dampen his mood.
Sirius and Remus hosted a party for Harry and the Unaffiliated in the Shrieking Shack on his birthday, and Jennifer finally got to meet Harry’s godfather. Given the current climate, Sirius couldn’t leave the Shack in human form. But he didn’t seem to mind.
Sirius was feeling more cheerful than he could ever remember, as was Remus too. Sirius could see his godson whenever he liked, and he was living with his Lycan lover in what was possibly one of the most magically protected homes in the British Isles.
The Shrieking Shack was now warded with even stronger Protection Charms than ever, as it was an unofficial extension of Hogwarts beyond its normal boundaries. And at Dumbledore’s request, the Bloody Baron had recruited some really scary-looking ghosts to provide some real haunting in the forest glade surrounding the shack.
Now the Shrieking Shack truly was one of the most haunted homes in Britain--and also one of the happiest.
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