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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242841 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Hermione screamed and shut her eyes as she clung for dear life to the jutting bony ridges along the dragon’s spine as the ceiling of Gringotts crashed about her. Splintering beams of wood, chunks of plaster, and shards of roof tile rained down on Hermione. She cursed inwardly, wishing that she hadn't reminded Harry to remove the tattoos after they had been released from the Hospital Wing. Nor had either of them considered that they might be necessary for this particular mission.
Moments later the pale dragon soared above Gringotts, its great wings beating the air heavily as it blinked uncertainly, its eyes unused to the sunlight after many years held captive underground. Hermione opened her eyes finally, her heart thumping in her ears over the roar of the rushing wind. She spied the London Eye and the river Thames below and shut them again.
The dragon swooped over the Millennium Bridge and then caught an updraft, sailing up through the clouds. Finally the dragon settled into a steady flight pattern and Hermione managed to barely collect herself enough to tug off the flapping invisibility cloak with one hand and stuff it inside her blazer.
Harry gasped with relief when he saw Hermione reappear and her bushy tail whipping in the wind just ahead of him. He had caught glimpses of her feet and tail as the dragon had burst through the roof of Gringotts, but he had been deathly afraid that Hermione might be injured.
Harry wanted to return to his natural form, but then he remembered that he really wouldn’t fit Bellatrix’s dress properly. Hermione glanced back, her tawny tresses billowing. Harry-Bellatrix caught Hermione's terrified eyes, tear streaked face, and furry ears which were folded back completely with fright.
Harry decided that it was reasonably safe. The dragon seemed to be flying steadily enough. Carefully, Harry-Bellatrix crawled up the dragon’s back until she was pressed right up against Hermione with one arm curled tightly around her trembling figure. Hermione instantly wrapped her tail around Harry-Bellatrix’s waist.
“I’ve got you Hermione,” Harry said in his own voice, kissing her clammy wet cheeks. “I won’t let you go.”
Feeling Harry next to her, even in Bellatrix’s form, Hermione began to calm down. She had been chilled by the wind and dampness of the clouds, but now Harry’s warmth spread through her and her breathing slowed.
Hermione closed her eyes and pressed her own lips against Harry-Bellatrix’s cheek. It suddenly occurred to Harry that there was something else he could do to comfort Hermione, despite not being able to return completely to his natural form just yet.
Hermione opened her eyes again and stared gratefully into Harriet’s glittering green ones. Finally Hermione could speak.
“Th...thank you Harry... sorry... I mean Harriet. I feel much better now.”
“Good,” said Harriet, smiling softly, pressing her forehead against Hermione’s, “Because we did it Hermione. We’ve got the last Horcrux... Now all we have to do is work out how to get off this dragon before the RAF send jets after us.”
“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that Harriet. They should only be able to find us by line of sight now. I think Dragons probably have a number of natural defences which should make them invisible to radar.”
“Really? How d’you work that out?”
“Well, to begin with, I’m almost certain that modern muggles would have rediscovered dragons despite the best efforts of wizards to keep their existence secret if dragons didn’t have their own means of avoiding radar tracking. It would be impossible for dragons to exist in the wild otherwise,” Hermione replied.
“It’s quite likely that dragons produce their own magical energy field which can scramble electromagnetic signals. And it’s also a possibility that their scales and hide might have properties which absorb the signals--like stealth fighters.”
“Oh... yeah!” Harriet nodded thoughtfully, “That makes sense. So we’re alright as long as there’s a fair bit of cloud cover then?”
“I should think so. But you’re right, we’ll still need to get off the dragon sooner or later. Maybe Dumbledore has an idea...”
“Can you reach your hand-mirror then?” Harriet asked.
“Yes... I...I think so--as long as you keep a tight hold of me, I can use my right arm,” Hermione answered a bit shakily.
Hermione slowly reached her right hand into the bag slung over her shoulder and felt for the mirror nestled beside Hufflepuff’s Cup. Her fingers grasped the mirror tightly, and she pulled it out, speaking Dumbledore’s name. She was cheered to see the Headmaster’s very relieved features peering back at her.
“Sir,” squeaked Hermione, “we’ve got it, but...”
“You are currently on the back of a dragon speeding out of London,” Dumbledore interjected.
“How did you know?” gasped Hermione.
“Apparently numerous muggles spotted a dragon flying by the London Eye and the Millennium Bridge,” the Headmaster replied with twinkling eyes, “and their cell-phone videos were quickly sent to the BBC. I am watching the BBC reports at this very moment...”
“How’s the Ministry going to cover this one up?” Harriet wondered aloud, overhearing Dumbledore.
“Oh, that shouldn’t be too much of a problem,” Professor Dumbledore responded. “A number of muggle ‘experts’ are already proposing that the beast seen in the footage uploaded to the BBC’s website is naught but an escaped parade balloon of some sort--and others are proclaiming it to be an elaborate publicity stunt promoting a film about dinosaurs run amok...”
Hermione couldn’t help giggling, despite being somewhat nervous still, and Harriet shook her head in amazement. It was incredible how easy it was for non-magical people to rationalise away things which didn’t fit into their narrow view of the world, even when the evidence was staring them in the face.
“In any case,” continued the Headmaster, “The important thing is for you to stay safe. The dragon will tire eventually, and likely seek out water and sustenance. You should be able to disembark when it comes to ground. Call me immediately when it does, and I shall apparate to your location.”
That seemed like the only sensible solution, so Harriet and Hermione continued to ride the dragon as it steadily flew Northwards. Finally, after several hours, it seemed to tire and dipped below the clouds somewhere over Northwestern England. The dragon swooped towards a shimmering lake which it spied in a verdant hilly wooded area.
Harriet nodded at Hermione as the dragon skimmed the surface of the lake, scooping up water and shoals of fish in its maw. The moment was now. Hermione returned Harriet’s nod and slid from the dragon’s scaly back into the clear blue water below with a splash, followed quickly by Harriet.
The two young witches swam to the nearby shore and dragged themselves, gasping and sputtering, onto the pebbly beach. The dragon continued to drink and sup, apparently either oblivious to their presence, or simply not caring. After several minutes and numerous gulps, the dragon belched and a puff of smoke emerged from its nostrils. Its thirst and appetite sated, the pallid dragon flew off to search for a hidden place to rest.
Saturated strands of normally bushy hair clung to Hermione's dripping face, and her rapidly heaving chest gradually slowed as she continued to gasp. Hermione sat up and smiled at Harriet, who was still lying on her back and panting, the replica of Bellatrix Lestrange’s dress clinging wetly to her own rising and falling breasts.
A surge of relief and emotion took Hermione. She set upon Harriet and swept her into a passionate embrace. The pair of them rolled around on the gravelly shore, lips locked, for an eternal moment of bliss. When they finally came up for air, Hermione grinned and rummaged in her bag for the hand-mirror. Harriet noticed Hermione's hesitance.
“So, are you sure you want to call Dumbledore to collect us now, or just enjoy this moment for a bit longer?” Harriet smirked.
Hermione glanced around the wooded lakeside, recalling the view of the surrounding landscape from above. They were in a relatively secluded area, a fair distance from any semblance of civilisation.
“The Horcrux can wait a few more minutes I should think,” Hermione giggled as she kissed Harriet again, “It’s not going anywhere. Now let’s get you out of that wet dress--and I think I’d like my Harry back now. Don’t worry, I’ve learned a drying spell, and you can change back before we call Dumbledore.”
Hermione dropped the hand-mirror back in the bag and Harriet shivered with a thrill of delight. She needed a release of her pent up anxiety as much as Hermione did, and she always got a bit of a charge from having a romp outside in the woods.
It wasn’t exactly comfortable on the rocky shore, but Harriet didn’t care. Moments later, Harriet was Harry again and free from the dress as Hermione stripped off her own blazer, jeans, and t-shirt.
Hermione temporarily transfigured their clothes into blankets to lie on, and the pair of naked teens resumed their wanton activities. Harry began by vigorously drying Hermione’s drenched tail with one of the blankets until Hermione’s purrs echoed across the small lake. Tingles of static electricity shot through Hermione, and the orange strip of fur along her spine stood on end.
Gleefully, Hermione took Harry’s stiffness in her mouth as he parted her thighs and applied his own lips and tongue to her convulsing damp slit. Harry squeezed Hermione’s bottom cheeks with his fingers and buried his tongue in her moist pink sheath as her fluffy ginger tail danced above him. Hermione sucked and swirled her tongue around the tip of Harry’s erection.
Both of them became giddier as they were carried away by tremors of joy. Harry thrust his hips, sliding his shaft deeper into Hermione’s gullet as he lapped her fleshy pearl and drove his fingers into her slick passage.
A torrent of ecstasy raged through them both and the dam burst. Harry groaned and filled Hermione’s throat with his stickiness as her own creamy nectar flowed over his tongue. Hermione uttered a muted yowl, her bushy tail flipping back and forth.
A loud crack shocked the young couple from their euphoric reverie and Hermione squealed, Harry’s semen trickling down her chin.
The nude pair of startled teens grabbed their wands and each hurriedly wrapped themselves in a blanket as they peered around wildly, looking for the source of the sound. They gasped and blushed furiously when they spied Albus Dumbledore standing several metres away on the rocky shoreline with his wand in one hand, and the Sword of Gryffindor in the other.
“Please forgive the intrusion,” the Headmaster said apologetically as he covered his eyes and turned away, “I heard my name being called through the mirror--and then I heard no more. I grew worried and came looking for you both...”
“How did you find us?” squeaked Hermione as she un-transfigured the blankets and pulled her clothes back on.
“Oh, that was easy enough,” Dumbledore replied nonchalantly, his back still turned to the dressing pair. “I was able to determine your location from the coordinates of your mirror after you stated my name with it in your hand.”
By the time they finished dressing, Harry was Harriet once again, as all he had to wear was the dress he had worn as Bellatrix.
“It’s alright sir; you can look now!” Harriet gulped, her face still scarlet.
“Ah, very well then!” the Headmaster responded with a twinkle in his eyes. “Once again, I must apologise... I quite understand the necessity of release after your no doubt harrowing experience. Now, let us finish this once and for all, and send Tom Riddle’s shade to the underworld where it belongs.”
Hermione’s furry ears were still flicking with embarrassment as she rooted in her bag for Hufflepuff’s Cup. She couldn’t meet the Headmaster’s eyes when she handed him the jewel emblazoned goblet.
The golden goblet glittered in the midday sun as Dumbledore carefully examined it. The Headmaster managed to catch Harriet’s eye and he smiled kindly at the abashed witch.
“Well Harry,” Dumbledore began, as he passed the bejeweled goblet and the Sword of Gryffindor to Harriet, “I believe you should have this honour. After all, Tom Riddle is responsible for most of the travails in your life. It is only fitting that you should be the one to obliterate him completely.”
“Are... are you sure Sir?” Harriet squeaked, her iridescent green eyes wide with surprise.
“Absolutely certain, Harry!” Dumbledore replied.
Harriet couldn’t believe it. She held in her hands two of the most important artifacts of the British wizard world--and the opportunity to finally destroy the twisted wretch who had murdered her parents and killed so many others.
Harriet was being given the chance to end the monster who had brought so much suffering and misery to the world--the villain who had given Wormtail the chance to harm Jennifer. Harriet slowly nodded as a sense of steely resolve filled her. She set Hufflepuff’s Cup on the surface of a smooth flat rock and lifted the Sword of Gryffindor with both hands.
Hermione stood utterly still except for her quivering tail, holding her breath in anticipation. Harriet held the sword high for a brief moment. Then the blade flashed in the sun as Harriet swung it downwards and struck the golden cup.
An unearthly howl echoed, and ripples spread across the surface of the lake. A swirl of wind whipped Harriet’s dress around her ankles, blowing her dark hair across her face as the howl became a ghastly shriek of horror and agony.
The goblet shuddered and rocked, and with one final roar of disbelief, the last Horcrux cracked, spewing venomous black bile across the pebbles at the edge of the lake.
And then it was over, peace and quiet settling across the surroundings once more. Harriet felt something new--something which she had never felt before. She felt a sense of completion. The peacefulness of the wooded countryside lake was inside her, in her soul.
Hermione took Harriet’s hand gently and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“It’s over Harriet,” whispered Hermione, “Voldemort--Tom Riddle--he’s gone for good.”
Harriet turned to face Hermione, caressing her cheek with one hand, gazing into her golden brown eyes.
“I couldn't have done this without you Hermione,” Harriet murmured. “Without you--Tom Riddle would have won--and I would be dead. You stuck by me through it all, through everything, until the very end.”
She reached out her other hand and drew Hermione closer for a deep kiss as the Headmaster turned away once more. Harriet didn’t know how long she and Hermione kissed, but when they had finished, she felt an incredible lightness of being which was beyond anything she had ever felt.
Harriet knew there were other challenges looming, challenges which were possibly even more ominous and deadly than those presented by the Darkest Wizard to threaten Britain since World War II. But for now, it was enough to know that the man who had cast a shadow across Harry Potter's entire life would never cast it again.
Harriet reverted back to Harry, and kissed Hermione again, no longer caring whether the dress fit him properly or not. Hermione purred, curling her fluffy tail around Harry, melting into him.
Harry was ready to face the future, no longer having to look over his shoulder for the demons of his past. And he would face it with his wife and his family, the Coven, by his side. No matter what form he took--Harry, Harriet, or someone other--Harry knew they would always be there to support each other.
When the second kiss was over, Harry turned and saw Dumbledore holding what appeared to be a clean set of clothes. The old wizard’s clear blue eyes sparkled in the sun.
“I took the liberty of conjuring these for you while you were... otherwise occupied,” Dumbledore beamed. “I thought you might feel a bit more comfortable returning home as yourself.”
“Thanks Professor Dumbledore...” Harry grinned, “Yeah--that’ll be nice.”

~o0o~

The angry Shade of the Dark Lord had fled through the bodies of the fallen on the field of battle, and into the Forbidden Forest when his head had been unceremoniously stricken from his body. He sought a creature to inhabit which could bear him until he could find another wizard willing to bring him back.
Temporarily, the Dark Lord possessed a crow, and flew off into the wilds of the Scottish Highlands, transferring from one small animal to another as their bodies failed. Finally he found an adder and he was pleased. A venomous snake was the only animal capable of being possessed by the Dark Lord indefinitely without expiring.
The Dark Lord considered his options. He could find his way to a seaport, and hide on a vessel bound for Europe, and make his way to his old haunts in Albania, biding his time as he developed another plan. But the risks were too great. Dumbledore would be expecting that.
No, the Dark Lord needed to act quickly and find a wizard to possess who would survive the process until he found another one to return him to his rightful form. He needed to stay in Britain so that he could seek vengeance in a timely manner. But he couldn’t act near Hogwarts, where the Headmaster might surely find him out.
The Dark Lord needed to be elsewhere, so he slithered South and crossed the border into England.
It had been several days since the battle, and the adder inhabited by the Dark Lord was holing up near a small village in Northumberland which he knew had a few wizarding families. It was nearing midday and he was hungry. The Dark Lord glided through the long grasses of a meadow in search of prey when he felt something strange.
The adder hissed, venom spurting from its fangs involuntarily. Something was very wrong. The Dark Lord felt his tenuous grasp to life slipping away.
This could not be. How was it possible? The Dark Lord had never told a single person about the Horcruxes binding his soul to the realm of the living. He could not die unless they had all been destroyed.
The adder uttered a keening sound unlike anything any snake had ever made. It was the voice of dying man, terrified of what he would find on the other side of the veil.
Then the sound was gone. The adder shook its head clear, uncertain how it come to be so far from its home. Puzzled, but hungry, the snake wasn’t picky. It swallowed a few ants and a worm--just enough for a quick snack. The adder flicked its tongue, tasting the air, searching for its own scent. Then it turned around and slithered back towards the border of England and Scotland.

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