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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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Parvati looked like she wanted to ask them something before she left. But then she just flushed and shook her head. She smiled shyly at Hermione and Harry.
"I've got to go, Padma's expecting me," Parvati said. "But... but I'd like to visit again. Can we do this again? Please? Soon?" She pleaded.
"Of course!" Harry and Hermione said simultaneously with eager faces.

~o0o~
The rest of the weekend was relatively uneventful. Harry and Hermione did some studying on Saturday morning, then spent the rest of the day and most of Sunday making their presence felt around the most public places of Hogwarts. By the end of Sunday, it wasn't so bad. There were still a few hoots and cat-calls (mostly from Slytherins and Seamus), but most students barely took any notice. And more and more girls were starting to look at Hermione's furry tail and ears with longing or envious expressions.
Monday brought potions with Snape. Harry and Hermione headed down to the dungeons with trepidation. Ron lingered behind with Seamus, making stupid faces and laughing obnoxiously. Fay and Lavender shot daggers at Hermione with their eyes.
Then there were all the smirks, sneers, and nasty comments from the Slytherins. Malfoy had a slight leer on his face-though Draco wasn't really sure why and he tried to shake it off.
"Settle down!" The professor snapped at the Slytherins.
They were shocked. Professor Snape never talked to pupils from his own House like that. It soon became clear that Snape was in no mood to tolerate disobedience from anyone-except Harry and Hermione who he studiously ignored.
Neville had 30 points taken off for spilling a jar of newt eyes. Ron got docked 50 points because Malfoy's cauldron melted and Draco pointed his finger at Ron. And it wasn't just Gryffindors. Crabbe and Goyle both got a week's worth of detentions for turning in work which usually got them a passing grade.
Professor Snape was infuriated. He had been banned from docking points from Harry Potter and Hermione Granger without first having Professor McGonagall and the Headmaster review the terms of punishment. As he had no wish to be called to account for the many trivial excuses he usually concocted to dock points, Snape decided to ignore Potter and Miss Granger altogether.
Which was excellent for Harry. He turned in a perfect potion. Snape was astonished, as Miss Granger had been far too busy hovering over her own potion to have helped Potter.
Still fuming, Snape peered after the students departing the dungeons. It was bad enough that he wasn't allowed to punish Potter and his girlfriend, but the Headmaster had ordered him to go on a pointless mission to investigate the Dursleys surreptitiously without alerting the Ministry to any Hogwarts involvement.

~o0o~
Harry and Hermione passed Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and noticed water pouring out from under the door. Peeking inside, they saw Myrtle crying.
"What's wrong Myrtle?" Harry asked sympathetically.
"S... somebody chucked a book at me." sobbed Myrtle. "I know I can't feel it... but... but that just makes it worse."
"I wish I could hug you." Hermione said. Myrtle stopped sobbing and regarded Hermione suspiciously.
"You... you do?" Myrtle asked
"Yes." Replied Hermione sincerely.
"You could, you know..." Myrtle began, "You know how you go all funny and cold when a ghost passes through you? For us we actually feel warm and glowy for a moment. It's the only time we feel anything."
That was the saddest thing Harry had ever heard. He opened his arms invitingly.
"I'll hug you Myrtle. I'm sorry if I was ever mean to you."
"Oh, you're alright Harry," Myrtle sniffed happily as she gave Harry a hug. "It's your stupid freckled friend I don't like... and whoever threw that book at me."
When Myrtle hugged Hermione, Harry picked up the sodden book. It looked like a journal or diary of some sort.
"Be careful Harry," Myrtle said. "It could be dangerous. People don't usually chuck things in toilets unless they're trying to get rid of them."
"Right, well I've got to look," said Harry firmly. "If anything happens to me, just get a professor. They'll sort me out."
Harry opened the cover of the soggy diary. All it had written in it was the diary owner's name. T.M. Riddle. Where had he heard the name before?
"Hermione, have you heard of T. M. Riddle?" Harry asked. Myrtle gasped.
"He was here. He was a year above me. It was the year when the Chamber of Secrets was opened the first time-the year I died." Myrtle squeaked, "Tom Riddle was really cute. But his eyes always looked so cold-he frightened me."
"I wonder why there's nothing written in it?" Said Hermione, looking over Harry's shoulder. A fuzzy cat ear brushed his cheek.
"I dunno, we should go dry it out and have a proper look." Said Harry. Hermione nodded in agreement with Harry's sensible suggestion.
"Thanks for the hug Harry and Hermione," said Myrtle smiling shyly. "Please come and visit me again."
"We will." Said Hermione. And she meant it. She had another thought. "Myrtle, why don't you go anywhere you want to like all of the other ghosts do?"
"It... it makes me too sad to see everyone else living and feeling. I wish I'd gone on. I don't know why I'm a ghost." Myrtle's voice quavered. Harry couldn't bear for her to start crying again.
"Myrtle, why don't you come and visit us for a hug once in a while?" Harry invited, "Not too often. But, you know, just give us a bit of notice, and as long as our schedule..."
Myrtle blushed deeply and nodded, before fleeing in embarrassment and diving into a toilet. Hermione beamed at Harry, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, her furry tail dancing happily.
"That was SO sweet Harry. That's why I love you."
Harry grinned back at Hermione, stroked one of her ears, and stowed the diary in his book bag.
The Heir of Slytherin's Monster seemed to be laying low at the moment. Harry and Hermione dried the diary, but something about it creeped them out, so they left it in a drawer of the desk in their tiny study for the time-being.
The next class they had together was Defense Against the Dark Arts. When Hermione arrived with Harry she realised that she didn't like Gilderoy Lockhart at all anymore. In fact she had a distinct urge to scratch his eyes out every time he looked at Harry.
Nevertheless, as it began, the next hour and a half looked like it might be very embarrassing and informative. Harry wondered if he could get Lockhart in trouble for messing with Hermione like this. Gilderoy Lockhart's magnetic charm was perfect for the day's subject though.
"So class, can anyone... anyone at all tell me what a Neko is? Anyone? No?" Professor Lockhart got full into the swing of his character as the image of a nearly naked curvy Japanese girl with furry cat ears and a furry tail like Hermione's appeared on a large screen next to him. It was to the credit of the majority of the class that only a few people responded with titters.
"Well, let me tell you... I've still got the scars to prove what a feline she was. That was quite a night. Oh I gave her my Lockhart charm..."
Hermione snorted and rolled her eyes. Harry smirked.
"...Ahem, anyway,"Professor Lockhart looked briefly disconcerted, then he continued, "A Neko is the Japanese term for a Cat-girl. These Sensual Japanese creatures are considered highly magical... erm... persons of a nonhuman nature..."
Harry stood up, his face darkening.
"Sir, are you sure you want to continue this lesson? Because I don't think telling people Hermione isn't human is a good lesson."
"Now.. now! Let's not be hasty Harry." Gulped Professor Lockhart. "I just meant that they are like Veela. They have a human nature-yes. But they are also more than human..."
Harry was still standing and glowering at Professor Lockhart. He reached for his wand. Lockhart kicked himself for allowing his personal life to determine the class syllabus. He really did have the scars to prove it.
"Class is dismissed." The Professor said quickly, dashing into his office and slamming the door.
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