Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242818 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its associated properties. They belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from the production of this work.

Chapter List
- 128
- 129
- 130
Head Auror Rufus Scrimgeour peered at the few core members of the Order of the Phoenix gathered before him uncomfortably. He knew that some still didn’t trust him. And it didn’t help that he bore ill-tidings.
“It is out of my hands,” Rufus Scrimgeour said with a frown. “I did everything I could to close the investigation. The Minister overruled my recommendation for closure, dismissing my Final Report as ‘incomplete’...” Scrimgeour huffed. “She has directly taken over the investigation and has brought the Department of Mysteries in...”
“You don’t mean...?” gasped Amelia Bones.
“Yes. Apparently Dolores has Unspeakables leading the ‘investigation’ now,” Scrimgeour scowled.
Albus Dumbledore was disturbed, but his features remained as inscrutable as Snape's as he absorbed the information. Professor McGonagall and Poppy Pomfrey both looked as appalled as Madam Bones.
“It was to be expected of course,” sighed Dumbledore. “You are confirming what I have already gleaned from reading between the lines of the rather misleading report in the Daily Prophet.”
“So whaddya gonna do about this Rufus?” growled Alastor Moody.
“All I can do is keep forging ahead with my own investigation of the Minister,” Scrimgeour sighed. “I have managed to root out a mole in the Operations subdepartment of the Unspeakable Office. But I have nothing actionable yet to counter her with, and it is clear that Dolores has garnered the support of several key Wizengamot committees...”

~o0o~

Hermione was the first to wake, quite early the following morning. Too early really. It wasn't even light out yet, but Hermione felt too restless to go back to sleep.
She smiled to herself, remembering the stories Harry had read to her the night before as she drifted into slumber. For some reason, one story in particular kept replaying in her mind. It had been a story about three brothers, wizards all, who had encountered a personification of Death.
But for the life of her, Hermione couldn’t work out why the fable had caught her attention. Something about the story niggled at the back of her mind, ringing a bell which seemed familiar. Not being able to solve a mystery always unnerved Hermione, and she had been feeling a bit unsettled to begin with.
Hermione knew that she and Harry were at a crossroads in their lives together, a juncture between the past and things to come. Harry had finally got the closure he deserved.
They should be celebrating, moving on with their lives, and enjoying the next few years at Hogwarts with nothing more than normal teenage things to worry about. Well, at least normal enough for a pair of teenage wizards who had married very young and started a Coven anyway.
But the future was still so uncertain. And for some reason that story with the three brothers kept insinuating itself into Hermione’s thoughts. Hermione tried to put it out of her mind. She closed her eyes and just paid attention to Harry’s gentle breathing next to her, his chest rising and falling and his heart beating under the palm of her hand.
Hermione began to moisten and she pressed herself closer to Harry, grinding her damp slit against his hip. She slid her hand down Harry’s torso, across his abdomen, and his morning erection twitched, brushing the back of her fingers.
Hermione smiled to herself again, deciding it would make a nice distraction. Harry stirred slightly when Hermione kissed him tenderly, and slid her naked form on top of his.
Harry was having a rather pleasant dream which began to evaporate as an even more pleasurable sensation engulfed him. Something warm and moist enveloped his penis, and hard nipples pressed against his chest and abdomen. Harry’s eyelids flickered as he awoke to find Hermione lying atop him, and feeling himself already firmly ensconced inside Hermione’s sopping vessel.
“Morning Hermione! Bit early isn't it?” Harry grinned at her adorable blushing face and reached out a hand to pet her furry ear. Hermione purred and rubbed her bushy head against Harry’s cheek before giving him a humid kiss.
“Morning Harry,” giggled Hermione as she slid herself wetly up and down Harry’s shaft.
Harry gasped as the pleasure surged. He caressed Hermione’s back with his other hand, stroking the strip of fur along her spine as he began to kiss and lick the sensitive spots under her chin. Hermione mewed when Harry began to meet the gyrations of her hips with thrusts of his own, burying himself within her.
Hermione’s slick sheath clenched Harry’s penis as he plunged to her depths. The covers tumbled away as Hermione’s furry ginger tail flailed and her back arched. Harry’s lips encircled Hermione’s again and he had both hands on her breasts, fingers tugging on her hardened nipples as they continued to writhe in unison.
A current of bliss swept them both away. Hermione yowled and the milking sensation of her sopping tightness around Harry’s erection was too much for him. Groaning ecstatically, Harry climaxed, filling Hermione with his semen.
Hermione fell sweatily back against Harry’s chest, both of them panting. Hermione lay there purring serenely on top of Harry as his hand began gently stroking her bushy hair and fuzzy ears again. Hermione didn’t want to move. It felt nice just to lie there peacefully in Harry’s arms with his penis still twitching inside her.
Harry’s head swirled with intoxication as he breathed in Hermione’s aroma. He couldn’t tell where he left off and Hermione began. He didn’t know how long the two of them lay like that, completely absorbed in one another, but after awhile, Harry felt the eddies of ecstasy begin to move him again.
Soon, the bed rocked as Harry and Hermione resumed their passions. This time, Hermione was underneath, her legs and furry tail tightly wrapped around Harry’s backside as he plumbed her depths once more.
Magic crackled and sparked when the pair of them merged in an explosion of euphoria for a second time and the walls trembled.
Having accomplished completion, the Potters lay together in a blissful daze yet again, joined as one, for an indeterminate, seemingly eternal moment of nirvana.
When Harry next woke, he realised that it was several hours later, well past breakfast time. He also realised that he and Hermione were still quite literally and very stickily entwined. He couldn’t really move without stirring Hermione, and probably getting them both all excited again.
Well, it couldn’t be helped. Harry would need to make a bathroom run soon. Harry attempted to extricate himself from Hermione’s clinging vulva, limbs, and furry tail. He thought he almost had it, but it was his still hard penis moving again inside her which woke Hermione.
“You’ll never be able to go with it like that anyway Harry. Let me fix it for you,” Hermione giggled blearily. Harry grinned at Hermione as she slid off his very solid erection and wrapped her lips around it instead.
Hermione sucked and licked Harry's penis clean while he ran his hands through her silky golden-brown tresses. Moments later, Hermione hungrily swallowed as Harry effusively ejaculated into her throat.
Hermione felt much happier and clearer-headed. She cleaned her teeth while Harry used the loo, then they shared a hot shower together. Something clicked in Hermione's brain as they both dressed and got ready to meet the rest of the day.
“Harry?”
“Yes?”
“Do you remember the story--about the three brothers? You were reading it to me last night.”
“Yeah...” Harry finished buckling his belt and peered attentively at Hermione. He wondered if she had had a similar feeling of deja vu. “Can’t forget that one really. There’s something about that story--the invisibility cloak for one thing...”
“And the Resurrection Stone...” Hermione said excitedly. Harry, I think the story is based on real people...”
“Come off it. You’re joking...” Harry peered at his wife with a thoroughly bemused expression. “Death can’t be a real character. He’s an anthropomorphism--it’s just a fairy tale for wizards Hermione...”
Hermione stared back at her skeptical husband and giggled as the absurdity of the situation struck her.
“Are you teasing me Hermione?” asked Harry, still with a look of bewildered amusement plastered on his face.
“No,” Hermione shook her head. “I mean it. Of course Death isn’t a real person--you’re absolutely right, but the rest of the story... Do you remember when we found the Ring of Peverell? And then Dumbledore gave it to you?”
Harry nodded.
“It’s the Resurrection Stone Harry--don’t you see?” Hermione’s golden-brown eyes gleamed brightly, “You have two of the three magical artifacts in the story. The three wizards in the story are the Peverell brothers, and you’re descended from the one who owned the Invisibility Cloak. It all fits logically...”
“You’re serious about this aren’t you?” Harry interjected, stunned by the seeming credibility of the revelation.
“Absolutely,” Hermione responded adamantly. “When we found the ring, Dumbledore said something very interesting to Mr Moody. Dumbledore called the insignia on the Stone in the ring, ‘the Peverell Coat of Arms--the Deathly Hallows’...”
“YES!” Harry’s own eyes widened in excitement as it hit him, “I remember the symbol. It looks a bit like an eye in the middle of a Triangle--but a slitted eye. It's not an eye, it's the...”
“...stone in the ring, yes!” Hermione finished for Harry. “And that slit wasn’t a slit, it was a wand...”
“...and the triangle was a cape--a cloak--my Invisibility Cloak. You’re right Hermione, it all fits, it makes sense. Invisibility Cloaks as good as mine are supposed to be really rare--it’s impervious to nearly everything...”
“I know; it’s perfect Harry,” Hermione gushed. “The cloak didn’t get torn or damaged at all when I was wearing it as we crashed through the ceiling of Gringotts. And the charm on it is as strong today as it must have been when your father owned it. That’s unheard of. The Peverells must have been incredible wizards...”
“The Elder Wand... That must be amazing,” Harry mused. “I’m not sure that I’d want it though. Seems more trouble than it’s worth, something like that. I’d rather have the cloak.”
Hermione nodded vigorously in agreement, “Me too... though I thought--given your parents...”
Harry shook his head, “Maybe at one time--but honestly, since I've been together with you, I haven’t felt as desperate about not knowing my parents...I haven’t really felt the need in a long, long time...”
“It’s weird. I want to see them--but I don’t as well. I... I don’t really understand. It’s more of a choice now, rather than an urge, but I don’t feel like it’s the right time yet--I’m still not ready. And besides, I feel I’ve come to know who they are better since... I’m glad that Snape told me everything now...”
“I... I think I understand Harry,” Hermione blinked back a few tears which threatened to leak and smiled at him. Harry reached out and caught a tear with the back of his forefinger as it trickled down her cheek.
“It’s alright Hermione,” said Harry softly. “I’m fine, really. I’m just trying to say why, if I had to choose--at this moment in time--why I would choose the Invisibility Cloak instead of the Resurrection Stone or the Elder Wand. Right now, I’m just curious...”
“...Who has the Elder Wand?” Hermione concluded with a nod. “Maybe Dumbledore can tell us more about the Deathly Hallows, and what they mean...”

~o0o~

Madam Bones and Susan departed shortly after a very late breakfast, both of them thanking the Potters profusely for their hospitality. Susan then gave Dudley a hug and a kiss on the cheek before stepping into the green flames, thanking him for keeping her company during the summer.
Harry grinned at the goofy expression on Dudley’s reddening face. He hoped Dudley would have a chance to make some nice friends in Canada, maybe even meet a girl. Dudley deserved it. He was almost a completely different person now.
Harry barely recognised Dudley as the boy which Harry's horrible Uncle Vernon had trained to be a bully. All that seemed to be left of the old Dudley was an obsession with movies and videogames that featured lots of gunfire and explosions. Susan had assured Hermione and Harry that Dudley had been the perfect gentleman the entire summer.
Moody caught Harry’s eye after the Boneses had gone.
“Well Potter,” Mad Eye growled, “I’ll be about for a bit until we’ve got your relatives moved--which’ll likely take us till the end of the week. But I know you’ll be headin’ back to Hogwarts tomorrow. You and your wife need to know that there was an emergency Order meetin’ last night for some of us in the ‘inner-circle’. ”
“There’s nothin’ ye need to worry about just yet. Dumbledore’ll fill you in on anything which affects you when you get back to Hogwarts. For now, just remember to stay vigilant.”

~o0o~

“Thanks loads Harry,” said Dudley with a sad smile. “It... er... it’ll be nice to get outside and see other people again.”
Harry returned Dudley's smile a bit awkwardly and nodded, “You’re welcome Dudley. I’m sorry that Aunt Petunia vetoed your vote to live in Tahiti or the Bahamas.”
Dudley and Harry both began to laugh and Hermione giggled, her bushy tail swishing mirthfully. After a few chuckles, Dudley became serious again.
“I... I’ll really miss you Harry. I... I know I’ll have a chance to make new friends, but it’s not the same. It’s not really fair. All those years... I wasted on bullying you...”
Harry grew alarmed, seeing where this was heading. “Look... Dudley! That’s all water under the bridge. You’ve already apologised. You've been really nice since.... and anyway, I blame Uncle Vernon more...”
“No... that’s not what I mean. I mean... I am still sorry but...” Dudley floundered momentarily, then pulled himself back together. “What I’m trying to say is... is that I’m sorry that I didn’t have a chance to be your friend before you went off to wizard school. I think you’re really cool to hang out with--and... and I just wish we had more time to be friends now...”
Harry’s eyes felt a bit watery, then a sense of resolve set in.
“Hey!” said Harry firmly, “I’ll see you again... That’s a promise Dudley! Here... take this.”
“What is it?” Dudley peered at the hand-mirror which Harry had given him.
“It’s a bit like a mobile phone,” Harry replied. “If you touch it or hold it and say my name, I’ll be able to talk to you on one too. This one is mine--I can get another from the Order though, and I can use Hermione’s in the meantime,”
“If you need anything... or just want to talk, call me. Just try not to forget that you’ll be in a different timezone!” Harry smirked slightly and Dudley grinned back at him.
“Wicked! Ta Harry... does it er... take messages?”
“I... I dunno actually!” Harry’s eyebrows popped up at the question; he glanced at Hermione.
Hermione pricked her furry ears thoughtfully.
“It would be a bit silly if it didn’t have that feature really,” she said. “You can’t always expect that the other person will always have their mirror in front of them. Try leaving a message Dudley.”
Dudley said Harry’s name and spoke into the mirror. Harry waited a minute or two then took Hermione’s mirror from her hand. As soon as Harry touched the mirror he heard Dudley’s voice emanating from it and saw Dudley’s moving visage. Harry nodded in satisfaction as he listened to the message.
“Well, guess that answers that question,” Harry grinned.
Harry and Hermione spent the rest of the day cheerfully playing videogames and watching action films with Dudley. For a special treat, Abby Brixton went out and brought back a take-out feast for everyone from a nearby Indian Restaurant. After a sumptuous spread of curries, rice, and samosas, the Potters went to bed, full and happy, feeling ready for whatever came next.
- 128
- 129
- 130
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Hermione's Furry Little Problem