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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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It was still early when Harry woke and he felt more at peace than he could remember feeling in some time. Hermione’s gossamer breath caressed the skin of Harry’s neck, her hand stirring slightly against his bare chest and he smiled, letting out a deep sigh of contentment.
Let the Minister’s agents come. He was ready. With his wife, family, and friends, Harry had faced Voldemort and an army of his monsters and minions, living to tell the tale. Images and scenes of the recent events drifted through his mind, but the visions of death and carnage littering the grounds of Hogwarts had no hold on his soul.
Harry had thought the feelings of anxiety and horror which accompanied his reminiscences would be burned into his memory forever, but those emotions were already fading. Except for a distant feeling of sadness and pity for those who had chosen to kill and die in the service of a madman, Harry felt mostly a swell of joy that Hermione and the Coven had survived, none the worse for the wear of battle.
Without bidding, Harry’s thoughts turned to the story of the Three Brothers and the magical artifacts which they had created as he absentmindedly stroked Hermione’s golden-brown locks. He wasn’t really sure why his mind was making the connection, or why he kept thinking about the Hallows.
Hermione’s purring and soft hand sliding down across his stomach distracted Harry from his reverie. Harry's gentle petting had roused her.
“Morning Harry,” she murmured with a smile as she reached for his erection. Harry grinned and kissed Hermione tenderly in response.
Deftly, Hermione stroked Harry’s penis until it erupted and his stickiness flowed over her fingers. Harry groaned with pleasure, vowing to return the favour--which he did when they hit the shower.
As the hot water cascaded over the pair, Harry vigorously sudsed and rinsed Hermione’s tail. Hermione meowed happily as his hands cradled and massaged her bottom cheeks, fingers sliding between the crack and slipping into her wet vulva.
The steam rose and rivulets of hot water tumbled across their skin. Hermione turned to face Harry and he dropped to his knees to pay fervent attention to her fleshy pearl with his tongue as his fingers probed her moist depths.
Hermione yowled and shuddered ecstatically, running her own fingers through Harry’s shaggy wet hair as a river streamed down her torso between the valley of her thighs, bathing Harry’s face.
Giggling, they both dried each other off before dressing and finishing their preparations for the day ahead.
It was still a bit early for breakfast, so they shared a pot of tea in their sitting room. Harry took a sip from his teacup, his thoughts once again strolling down the same path they had traversed as he had awoken.
“Hermione, I keep thinking about the Hallows, and for some reason Tom Riddle comes into it--even though there doesn’t seem to be a direct connection...”
Hermione’s furry ears pricked with interest. She sipped her own tea as she considered the possibilities.
“I think it must have something to do with the ‘Master of Death’ business Harry,” Hermione finally responded. “Whoever has all three Hallows is supposed to be the ‘Master of Death,’ and Voldemort was obsessed with beating Death...”
“Of course!” said Harry, smacking his forehead. “That’s it! Voldemort used Horcruxes to conquer death--and it worked for a bit until we found them all. The only thing is, I don’t really understand why anyone would actually think that having the Hallows would really make someone a ‘Master of Death’...”
“It’s not like they actually prevent Death--the Resurrection Stone doesn’t even really bring people back to life. Does it make any sense to you?”
Hermione shook her head. “Not really Harry! You’re right, the Resurrection Stone only brings back a person’s spirit and soul--a bit like a ghost. It’s not like they would have an actual body.”
“Right,” Harry agreed, “and the wand is just really powerful, and good for causing lots of death. And the cloak... well, it’s just a really good invisibility cloak. So why would anyone be so obsessed with having all three of them? It’s rather disgusting, but Horcruxes almost make more sense in terms of actually ‘defeating’ Death.”
Hermione nodded in agreement.
“That’s a good point Harry. I think it’s just the legend that was built up around the Peverell brothers and their creations. Even though Hallows Seekers know the real story, they’re still enthralled by the mystique of the Myth--that the Hallows were a gift from a personification of Death,”
“The Fairy Tale imbues the items with more meaning than they would otherwise have. And so Seekers almost seem to believe that having all three artifacts would make them more or less invincible, which they then--on perhaps an unconscious level--equate with immortality.”
“Yeah... alright... I think I get that,” Harry replied. “Thanks Hermione--that makes loads more sense now. I guess most people are just scared of death--and almost everyone wants something like a Philosopher’s Stone, the Hallows, or Horcruxes. The weird thing is, I... I’m not really scared of dying myself...”
Harry swallowed as it hit him that he couldn’t let his guard down or get cocky. “I’m more frightened by the idea of you or any the others dying. I... I don’t think I could bear it. Hermione--what if I’m wrong? Am I being thick? Maybe we should get out of here before... before something happens to any of you.”
Hermione’s furry ears twitched and she bit her lower lip in consternation; she could feel Harry wavering. She put her cup of tea down on the coffee table and embraced Harry, giving him a gentle kiss.
“No Harry--you’re being very brave... being a leader,” said Hermione firmly. “You always put others first, and you don’t let being afraid stop you from confronting evil no matter how bleak the odds seem, or how anxious you might get,”
“And you’ve put a lot of thought into this decision--you’re not just rushing into things bullheadedly. Believe me Harry, you’re doing the right thing,” Hermione concluded, kissing Harry again, curling her bushy tail around him.
Hermione felt Harry relax in her arms. When they finished kissing, Harry smiled and gazed into her soft golden-brown eyes, feeling reassured and at peace again.
“Thanks Hermione! I needed that.”

~o0o~

Hedwig nudged Harry affectionately after wolfing down the sausage he had given her. Harry stroked her feathers, peering happily at the rest of the Coven and their friends as they ate breakfast in the Great Hall. Ginny seemed to have cheered up and put Percy’s letter out of her head, much to Neville’s apparent relief.
Viktor was spending mealtimes with the Unaffiliated, as Karkaroff had returned to Durmstrang now that Voldemort was no longer a threat. Harry glanced over at the Slytherin table, seeing Theodore Nott sitting miserably by himself, clumsily spooning porridge into his mouth with his left hand--the one which still had fingers attached. Harry felt a small tug of pity.
Dabbing his lips with his napkin first, Harry gave Hermione a peck on the cheek.
“I’ll be back in just a minute Hermione. Wait here...”
Hermione watched Harry amble over to the Slytherin table, her furry ginger tail swishing with pride in her husband. Luna smiled and curled her fluffy white tail around Parvati, who looked torn between suspicion and sympathy.
Harry seated himself across the table from the Slytherin boy and cleared his throat. Theodore Nott shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He flushed in shame, casting his eyes down.
“It’s alright Nott,” Harry began, “You saved Luna’s life--and I’m very grateful for that. But I need to be sure I can trust you... I need to know that you’re dead serious about turning over a new leaf. It’s important--because Draco will probably be returning to Hogwarts in a few days with the rest of the students...”
Harry was pleased to note that Nott visibly paled at the revelation; that was a good indication of the truthfulness of the young Slytherin's remorse.
“Are... are you sure?” Nott stammered.
“Yes, it’s almost a certainty,” Harry replied. “So, I need to know that you won’t rejoin Malfoy’s little entourage.”
“Fuck, that’s bolloxed!” swore Nott as he massaged his forehead, looking pained. “I’d hoped I’d never see him again. I swear Potter... I don’t want anything to do with Malfoy or any of his crowd anymore.”
Nott gulped, looking fearful as the gory terrors he’d witnessed flashed before his mind. “I... I’ve seen what true evil looks like,” he gasped, “and I never want to see it again. I... I don’t know how to make you believe me, but I promise, I’ll do whatever you want me to do to show you I mean it.”
Harry studied Nott’s features, then glanced back at Hermione sitting at the Mingling Table. Hermione nodded, sensing Nott’s sincerity.
“Alright then,” Harry smiled awkwardly. “I’ll hold you to that promise--I might need your help at some point, and you’ll need to keep an eye on Malfoy and whoever aligns with him when school starts. But for now, why don’t you join us for the rest of breakfast, okay?”
Theodore Nott’s eyes widened in surprise. “R...really? Are you serious... Potter?”
“Yeah,” said Harry, reaching his hand across the table. “And call me Harry. I can’t promise that everyone will trust you completely until you’ve done a bit more to earn it, but we’re all willing to give you one more chance--just don’t blow it.”
“Th...thanks, Po... Harry,” Nott replied, a tear trickling down his cheek as he took Harry’s hand and shook it. “And call me Theo...”

~o0o~

Along with the rest of the Coven, the Potters helped Jennifer prepare for Third Year exams. Before they knew it Friday was upon them. Knowing Jennifer would be spending the next six hours on written tests and practical spellwork with the professors, everyone else took a well deserved rest.
Harry and Viktor chased a Snitch on their brooms for a bit while the others flew around and tossed the quaffle through hoops. They both managed to catch it several times each. Seeing Hermione reading in the stands below, Harry figured it was time to take a break from flying and spend the rest of the day with her.
Hermione’s furry ears and bushy tail perked up when she saw Harry approaching. Purring, she put the book in her bag and followed Harry down to the lawn. They lay on their backs in the grass and cuddled, looking up at the sky as the rest of the Coven and Ginny continued their game while Viktor coached Neville. Harry was impressed; Neville’s flying skills were improving quite considerably.
After snogging for a bit, the Potters separated their lips from each other and settled back in the grass again, sighing contentedly.
“So, what were you reading Hermione?” asked Harry.
“A ridiculously advanced Charms book from the library,” she replied, her eyes lighting up. “I was really curious as to how Dumbledore managed to turn the portrait guarding the entrance to our ‘House’ into a portal. Here let me show you...”
Hermione rolled onto her front and retrieved the book from her bag, her bushy tail quivering eagerly. She flicked a number of pages until she found the right one and pointed at the spell. Harry leaned over to take a look.
“Pictura Portus eh?” said Harry. “Blimey, the wand movements look complicated. So can we use this on any painting then?”
“Yes... even Muggle paintings apparently,” Hermione replied excitedly, “You can jump into the picture, and then you can pop out of the frame of any copy of it, wherever the picture might be. And according to this, it’s even more amazing when you’re inside a wizard painting.”
“We could go from picture to picture just like the portraits do in the castle. And we’d be able to exit from any painting within the castle--and if there is a copy of the particular painting we’re in elsewhere, we can exit wherever THAT picture might be. Of course, the portal to our corridor has other charms too, to prevent anyone but us getting in.”
“Wow! That’s brilliant!” said Harry as a thought occurred to him. “That could come in really handy in a pinch. I remember seeing a portrait in Dumbledore’s office which looks exactly like one at Number 12. I’m not sure who it is... I’ll have to ask Sirius.”
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