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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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The rest of the week passed quickly for Harry and Hermione who focused on schoolwork until Friday afternoon. They tried to do a bit of studying in the Great Hall after classes, but it was too noisy. They spotted Parvati and her sister chatting to a pretty blonde Ravenclaw with eyes as big and dewy as their own.
Parvati waved at them and the blonde girl with pumpkin earrings had lovesick eyes for Hermione's fluffy ginger tail. Parvati broke off from her sister and their friend and worked her way across the Hall.
"Hi Harry, Hermione. May I come and visit you this evening?" Parvati asked shyly.
"Absolutely!" Hermione and Harry replied simultaneously.
"Is 7 alright then?"
"That would be lovely." Hermione responded, beaming. Harry had a big soppy grin on his face.

~o0o~
Professor Snape angrily packed his weekend bags. He couldn't believe Dumbledore had given him this ridiculous job. And he didn't see why he needed the whole bloody weekend to give the Dursley home a once-over.
What could there possibly be to investigate about them that required his presence after performing a reading? He'd always hated Lily's sister. Almost as much as he had hated James Potter and Sirius Black. But he couldn't see her as being involved in any sort of criminal behaviour affecting Harry Potter. To the contrary, from what he'd heard, the Dursley's had the right idea about the boy.
Once packed, Professor Snape took his Office Floo to his home in Spinner's End. And from there he apparated twice.
A lightning-bolt lit up Number 4 Privet Drive starkly against the billowing black storm clouds and a loud thunderclap peeled. Severus just stood there in the torrent for a moment, his long black cloak whipping in the wind. It was one of the dreariest muggle residences he had ever seen-utterly lacking in imagination.
A sense of unease flickered in his stomach. Potter had grown up here? That could explain a few things.
Severus had sent the Dursley's packing with a fake invitation, including fake free tickets, to a fake Bacon Convention in Sheffield. They wouldn't be back until Monday. He strode through the downpour and stepped onto the doorstep. Snape's cloak whirled around him as the front door blew open with a bang.
He stepped into the foyer, and the door slammed shut again behind him. Severus dripped on the floor and tracked mud onto Petunia's carpets as he stalked through the house from room to room. He returned to the foyer after doing an initial visual overview.
Centering himself, Severus closed his eyes and breathed deeply, working the magic with his mind. The echoes of past violence he was picking up disturbed him.
He saw a young obese man with a bushy mustache hit his wife and knock her down the stairs. Snape stiffened. Petunia had had to put up with this? Severus felt something stir inside of him which he hadn't felt in a long long time.
Angrily, he fast-forwarded and saw Dumbledore leaving Harry on the doorstep with a note. Really? Just a note? At least Minerva seemed to know that was stupid. He watched her berate Dumbledore with some satisfaction. She was the only one who could make him feel guilty.
Next, an image of a fat baby picking up a rattle and whacking a skinny baby with it popped into his mind. The skinny baby in a basket was screaming by itself in a cupboard under the stairs in the middle of the night. Images of Harry began to flood into Severus's mind in a rush.
A visit to the hospital for a broken nose caused by the back of Vernon's hand. Another visit for a broken rib. Yet another for what was clearly the result of strangulation. What sort of monster lived in this house? Another image of a terrified Petunia insisting that Vernon punish her instead of Harry brought Severus to his knees.
What had the Monster done to Lily's son? The Monster-Severus-had heaped abuse and torment on a boy who had suffered every bit as much as he had himself, at the hands of a brutal muggle father figure. He-Severus-had tormented Lily's son because all he could see when he looked at him was James Potter.
But Harry was no longer James's son... Harry was Lily's son. Severus broke. His carefully built walls collapsed into shards around him and a single tear rolled down one cheek as he gasped in agony.
The room lit up in a flash of lightning as another loud clap of thunder rattled the windows of the house.

~o0o~
Parvati was excited-and anxious. She was bursting to ask them, but she was scared. She knocked on their door and waited, nervously bouncing on her toes and biting her lip. But she didn't have to wait long. Hermione opened the door beaming, her tabby tail joyfully flicking back and forth. She pulled Parvati through the doorway with a big hug.
Parvati dropped the basket she was carrying. Harry picked it up with a bemused expression, and carried it to the kitchen table while Parvati shut the door. Parvati had brought a basket with some butterbeers, sausage rolls, samosas, and packets of crisps.
Parvati had also asked Fred and George to nick a bit more of that potion for her for tonight. If she didn't use it, she would be too afraid to ask the question.
So the evening began very much like it had the previous Friday, with giddy young wizards listening to pop music and acting silly. But then came a lull when the music took a very slow soft turn.
Parvati looked anxiously at Hermione. Even with the effects of the potion, her stomach still churned, and she knew she could never have done this without it. This was embarrassing, but the question burned inside of her.
Hermione had seemed very content with the fact that Parvati had touched her boyfriend last week. But Parvati had to ask Hermione first, before asking Harry.
Harry and Hermione looked at Parvati expectantly. They could see that she was having trouble asking for something. Parvati blushed furiously.
"Hermione..." Parvati uttered, looking like she might cry, "Do you... er ...would you-Oh bother it! Hermione, would you and Harry let him be my first time? Please?"
Harry and Hermione's jaws dropped. They looked at each other then back at Parvati with goggling eyes. Parvati wondered if she'd overstepped, and felt like she might burst into tears.
"I... it's just that there aren't any boys in our year that I like. They're not as nice as Harry. And the older boys scare me."
Hermione could see that Parvati was serious. And she opened her mouth to talk but no words came out. Parvati continued.
"I don't want to steal him as your boyfriend. I just want to be with someone nice for my first time."
Hermione was grinning from one fuzzy cat ear to the other now, and purring loudly. Harry was nice. And so was Parvati. And she didn't mind sharing her boyfriend with someone else as sweet as Parvati.
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