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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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“What are you working on Harry? Can I help?”
“Actually--yeah you can Hermione! I want to try out these runic-type symbols at our next practice session...”
“That looks like Chinese...” Hermione gasped, wondering where Harry had found the book.
“It is. It's the English Translation of the Expanded Wizarding Edition of the Tai Chi Classics. It came with the Room of Requirement’s ‘Dojo’ setting,” Harry grinned, correctly discerning Hermione’s unspoken query.
“Kwoon...”
“Pardon?”
“Dojo's are Japanese, if that's Chinese, then it's from a Kwoon,” said Hermione in her "schoolteacher" voice.
“Oh, yeah... er... right,” Harry acknowledged, feeling slightly abashed. He was glad he hadn't made that mistake in front of anyone else.
“Anyway...” Harry went on, “apparently some of the symbols in this book should provide the same sort of physical protection as practicing Iron Shirt and Iron Skull techniques. They protect bones and internal organs from damage, and also supposedly prevent serious wounds from edged and piercing weapons.”
“Oh, I thought that sort of thing usually took years of practice.” Hermione’s features were still etched with surprise.
“Yeah... for muggles,” Harry nodded enthusiastically. “But being wizards, we can use a shortcut, and get similar effects by tattooing these symbols on ourselves. It’s not perfect--not as powerful as becoming a ‘Master’ of the technique itself--and it’s only temporary while the Tattoo lasts of course--but it should still be jolly useful.”
“That’s brilliant Harry,” Hermione beamed, her furry ears pricking in excitement. “It’s a shame you didn’t know about this when you were still on the Gryffindor Quidditch team!”
“I know... I was just thinking the same thing myself,” Harry sighed and shook his head. “Still, I had no idea that I’d even be any good at runes and symbols in Second Year. I suppose there’s no guarantee that I could’ve even drawn them well enough to stop my arm being broken back then.”
“And I'd bet anything that these symbols aren’t at all common or even really known in European Wizarding usage Harry,” Hermione said reassuringly.
“I expect normally you would only learn them if you went to a Chinese wizarding school, or had a Chinese teacher,” she continued. “You got lucky to find this book probably because you envisioned the Kwoons and Dojos from some of the martial arts films we saw last summer, when you asked the Room of Requirement to conjure up a place to practice fighting. I'm just surprised that I never noticed that particular book before myself, really.”
“I only found it last week after I started thinking about helping Dora train Neville and Ginny up a bit... Maybe I’ll show these symbols to Professor Babbling so she can add them into the curriculum,” Harry perked up again. “Seems to me like we ought to be able to learn useful spells and symbols from other wizarding cultures whenever we can.”
“I agree Harry,” Hermione purred as she unbuttoned her blouse.
Harry raised his eyebrows with a questioning smirk, wondering if Hermione was feeling a bit aroused by the idea of learning new things.
“You were planning to use me as a guinea pig for the Chinese tattoos weren’t you?” Hermione responded breezily to Harry's expression.
“Oh... er... of course,” Harry reddened and reached for his runic tattoo brushes and ink.
He hadn’t been planning anything of the sort. Harry had in fact been planning on painting the symbols on himself and having Hermione throw things at him and try to knock him out. But he had learned not to refuse Hermione anything when she had that determined gleam in her eyes.
“Mmm...” Hermione’s purring grew louder and her tail quivered at the delightful sensation of Harry’s ink-brushes dancing across her skin. Harry smiled to himself and began to wonder if his first instinct had been correct in some sense after all.
The Chinese symbols were a rousing success.
It had taken some time before Harry and Hermione managed to test them, as they had both lingered over-long before dressing after the tattoo ink dried. But after Harry had cheerfully concluded fondling and nibbling his wife’s nipples and bringing her to climax, and she had returned the favour with a quickie fellatio, they dressed and made their way to the Room of Requirement.
Not only did everything which Hermione conjured and threw at Harry bounce right off him with minimal pain--if any at all--but the symbols also appeared to protect him from the worst of the concussive effects of blasting spells as well.
Harry had managed to convince Hermione to test his runes first before he tried anything on her, but Hermione refused point blank to try and cut him with one of the bladed weapons on the wall. Finally, Harry took a dagger and tried ineffectively to slice the palm of his hand himself.
“Amazing!” Harry muttered.
Hermione eyed Harry with trepidation when he tentatively poked the knife at his ribs. Gulping, Harry closed his eyes and plunged the dagger. Hermione screamed.
Harry grunted from the exertion and a pinching sensation, and the blade bent, leaving nothing but a single drop of blood oozing from a pinprick.

~o0o~

A lot of the time was spent by all of the Unaffiliated, and Ginny and Neville, later that evening in the Room of Requirement under Harry’s ink-brushes as he insisted on tattooing everyone. Ginny, Neville, and Jennifer all blushed furiously when it came time for each of them to lift their shirts and bare their midriffs.
“That tickles...” Ginny giggled as Harry delicately inked her belly.
“It does, doesn’t it!” chortled Parvati, recalling the last time Harry had used his ink-brushes on her.
“Now remember,” Harry admonished, “This is no substitute for a Shield Charm, but it should protect you from physical blows or a fall even if you don’t have your wand and can’t cast a Protego or a cushioning charm in time...”
“Got it Harry,” Dora nodded earnestly.
“...and it’ll even protect you from getting stabbed or cut.” Harry continued, glancing guiltily at Hermione who was still wagging her bushy ginger tail angrily and glaring at him at intervals.
“Prat!” she muttered. But Hermione could never stay cross with Harry for long, especially not when his face was as stricken with guilt as it was. “Don’t scare me like that ever again...”
“I’m really sorry Hermione... you were looking right at me,” Harry responded, his green eyes as big as saucers. “I just thought it was obvious--I thought you... er... knew what I was going to do. I was terrified too...”
“I know...” Hermione sighed, her furry ears wilting slightly sheepishly. “I’m sorry too Harry--I just wasn’t quite ready to watch you stab yourself with a knife--especially not without having Madam Pomfrey at-the-ready just in case. I didn’t think you were really going to do it... I’m just thrilled these symbols work like they’re supposed to...”
“You and me both!”
“Wait... what are you doing Harry?” Hermione asked, her face flushing when Harry lifted her blouse a bit, exposing part of her abdomen. Neville gulped and looked the other way.
“I’m just adding a couple of basic Norse Runes--the ones we used during the Third Task. I figured we should practice with a full slate of Protection Runes and Symbols for the next few sessions. The tattoos won’t wear off...”
Finally everyone was inked and eager to practice being attacked after Harry and Hermione demonstrated the effectiveness of the symbols.
Unfortunately, nobody was eager to take up the role of the attacker. It was one thing to practice stunning spells on each other, and basic holds, joint-locks and throws--which they had all long become used to, but everyone was too afraid of hurting each other with strikes and blows if something went wrong.
Harry was as reluctant as anyone to clobber someone. He sighed, remembering how he himself had been berated by Mad Eye for being too soft on everyone during training for the Triwizard Tournament.
Fleur attempted to cajole Daphne into whacking her with a Beater’s Bat to get things going, but Daphne was having none of it. She just couldn’t bring herself to thump Fleur. Daphne still couldn’t get the horrifying picture out of her mind of Fleur lying in the Hospital Wing in agony with two broken legs after the Third Task.
Finally, Dora suggested a game of Rock-Parchment-Scissors; the loser would have to be the assailant. Luna lost. Groaning, her furry ears drooping, Luna picked up the Beater’s Bat, closed her eyes, and swung it at Fleur.
“C’est Magnifique!” exclaimed Fleur when the bat broke against her arm. All she had felt was a sting as if she had been on the receiving end of a strong slap, and the bat lay in pieces on the floor.
“Oh thank goodness...” Luna opened her eyes and let out a huge sigh of relief, her fluffy white tail perking up.
“Merlin!” Dora’s jaw dropped.
“That’s incredible,” gasped Parvati, her furry black tail waving in amazement as she examined the splinters of the bat which had shattered against Fleur’s forearm leaving only a red mark.
“Yes it is,” Hermione agreed, “But we should still be careful... we can still be injured or even killed. This just makes it loads harder...”
In no time, everyone was giggling and having fun breaking Beater’s Bats over each other’s heads and using hurling hexes to chuck heavy objects at each other with no ill effects except for a few red marks, and a couple of scratches. Dora and Fleur were even brave enough to have a little knife fight.
Only Jennifer had yet to join in. Hermione spied Jennifer trembling and nudged Harry who was coaching Luna, Parvati, Ginny, and Neville. Harry left them to it and approached Jennifer.
“I’m sorry,” Harry took a leaf from Hermione’s book and put his arm around Jennifer, giving her a comforting squeeze. “I didn’t think... If you want, you can sit this out. I know the runes will work... and honestly, I’m not comfortable with all the violence either.”
“It’s alright,” Jennifer shook her head. “I want to join in... I know I ought to for my own good. I just keep freezing up.”
“Oh, I know,” Hermione said, brightening, “Cheering Charms... we haven’t done any today Harry.”
“Of course,” Harry smacked his forehead. “We should have started out with that... saved ourselves a bit of time. I forgot.”
One Cheering Charm later and Jennifer was gleefully cracking Beater’s Bats across shins and ribs with the rest of them.

~o0o~

Deputy Minister Percy Weasley was working late that evening when the reports of new Inferi attacks began to roll in. The first report was from Nottingham, and an hour later there was another assault reported in Stoke-On-Trent.
The Deputy Minister was hopeful that this could be dealt with relatively quickly and easily as both muggle locations were in Central England, but his hopes were dashed when another report came in from a Bristol suburb which was home to a small wizarding neighbourhood.
He began to resignedly scribble a memo to send directly to Minister Umbridge but was interrupted by a scowling, disheveled Rufus Scrimgeour.
“Deputy Minister, if that is a message for the Minister, I have some news to add...”
“Good or bad?” Percy asked in a voice which he hoped didn’t betray the panic he felt.
“A bit of both. A number of muggles and two wizards are dead, but we managed to contain the situation in all three cities. We were fortunate in that the numbers of Inferi in the attacks were small--no more than half a dozen at each location... to begin with.”
“To begin with? I don’t take your meaning, Scrimgeour...”
“Two of the muggles from the first attack.... turned into Inferi within an hour of being mauled. Once we realised we were dealing with something new, I was forced to improvise a new protocol. All of the dead have been incinerated, not just the Inferi--muggle and wizard alike--just to be on the safe side.”
“The Clean-Up team certainly has their work cut out for them then...” Percy groaned. “This is terrible. I’m just glad we managed to contain this before it got out of hand. Thanks Scrimgeour. I’ll pass on the information to the Minister.”
Rufus Scrimgeour nodded curtly and turned to leave. As he shut the door to the Deputy Minister’s office he overheard Percy Weasley muttering to himself. Rufus could just barely make out a few puzzling words of the Deputy Minister’s private rumination over the sound of the scratching quill, “...spin this... You-Know-Who or Dumbledore...?”
Rufus shook his head and wriggled a finger in his bad ear, wondering if he'd misheard.
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