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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242840 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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The tinkling of piano keys and a lilting melody caught Harry’s ear. He looked up from the “ridiculously advanced” Charms book which he had been studying intently, wondering when Jennifer or Dora had returned. To his surprise, it was Hermione who was sitting at the grand piano in the corner of the Unaffiliated common room.
“That’s beautiful Hermione. I didn’t know you could play...”
“I learned how when I was little. I used to play a fair bit before I came to Hogwarts,” Hermione purred happily at Harry’s compliment. “I wanted to see if I still knew how...”
“I’d say you do,” said Harry in admiration as Hermione’s fingers danced rapidly across the keyboard during a fast bit of the song. “What is that tune?”
“It’s Für Elise by Beethoven. I can show you how to play it if you’d like.”
“Maybe another time,” responded Harry. “Why didn’t you ever play the piano at Number 12? We were there all summer last year.”
Hermione blushed and flicked her furry tail in embarrassment, “Well, I suppose I was a bit too busy... er... having fun with you.”
Harry grinned as he recalled just how much fun they’d had when they weren’t studying to prepare for Third Year. And it hadn’t just been the sex either.
“Besides Harry,” continued Hermione, “there was so much about being a Muggle that you missed living with the Dursleys. I wanted to show you everything--cinema, plays, London parks, the museums...”
“The library,” Harry chortled.
Hermione rolled her eyes and giggled, “...and even television. I knew you’d like Dr Who and Star Trek...”
“Yeah, those are smashing shows,” Harry agreed cheerfully. “And it was lovely catching up on all the films I’d never seen. I only got to watch TV at the Dursleys on the odd occasions that they forgot to lock my cupboard door when they went out--or whatever Dudley was watching at mealtimes--which was mostly stupid comedies and cop shows...”
“That was bloody brilliant how you learned that complicated spell we found to make everything work with magic instead of electricity--and you taught me how to use it as well. You really are a genius Hermione!”
Hermione stopped playing. Purring, she flew across the common room in a trice and pounced on Harry, pinning him to the sofa, kissing him madly. The Potters were so lost in each other that they were startled when two girls burst into the room squealing.
“I did it... I passed everything,” Jennifer shrieked gleefully.
“She was amazing!” exclaimed Dora. “Jennifer got two Outstandings and E’s on nearly everything else...”
“Well... I only got Acceptables on History of Magic and Potions,” Jennifer interjected. “But still, I never thought I’d pass those at all.”
“That’s fantastic Jen...” Harry began.
But he didn’t get to finish his sentence as Jennifer flung herself on the Potters, occupying first Harry’s lips with her own, and then Hermione’s. The three of them snogged for several minutes. Hermione’s purrs filled the common room, her happy ginger tail thumping the sofa as her panties moistened.
Dora sat down in one of the comfy armchairs near the sofa, grinning at them all. When Jennifer came up for air, she plonked herself in Dora’s lap and kissed the older girl as passionately as she had just kissed the Potters. Harry and Hermione looked on in amusement, still dazed by Jennifer’s exuberance.
The Potters were distracted from the fervent display when Daphne and Fleur entered the common room, followed closely by Luna and Parvati. Spotting the new entrants, Jennifer giddily leapt off Dora’s lap and nearly bowled them all over. One by one, Jennifer kissed them each heatedly.
“I take it you passed all of your exams then,” Parvati giggled, her sleek black tail waving mirthfully.
“I did...” began the gleeful ‘turned’ witch. “I even got Outstandings in Defence and Charms...”
“That’s excellent Jennifer,” beamed Luna, whisking her fluffy white tail. “I knew you could do it.”
Daphne and Fleur offered their congratulations as well and Jennifer kissed everyone again until they were all giggling and blushing. A cracking sound drew their attention and Dobby appeared, holding a large cake as a sumptuous feast materialised on the coffee table before their eyes.
“Congratulations Mistress Jennifer,” squeaked the House Elf, grinning from ear to ear. “Master Harry asked Dobby to prepare for Mistress Jennifer’s celebration.” Dobby turned beet red when Jennifer embraced him and kissed him on the cheek. Speechless, Dobby began to hyperventilate.
“D...Dobby m...must be going now....” the thrilled and embarrassed House Elf stammered. “I... I is needed in the kitchen...” Dobby vanished with a popping sound.
“Thanks Harry,” said Jennifer, a puzzled expression on her face. “But how did you know I would pass everything?”
“There was never any doubt...” Harry grinned.
“You’ve been working really hard,” said Hermione earnestly. “We knew you would make it.”
The Unaffiliated gorged themselves in their common room until they could eat and drink no more. They lazed on the sofas and chairs contentedly until it was time for Jennifer to return to the quarters which she shared with Hestia Jones.

~o0o~

The next morning, the Coven found an exhilarated Jennifer already waiting for them in the Great Hall. She could barely contain herself as the others seated themselves. Hermione was just about to ask her why she was so thrilled, but Jennifer burst and her words tumbled out before anyone had a chance to say anything.
“I’m going to move in with you lot,” Jennifer squealed. “Hestia told me last night when I got back to our rooms. Dumbledore told her that it would be for the best as term is going to start in a few days.”
“Brilliant,” Harry grinned. “You’ll be much safer in with the rest of us.”
“That’s excellent,” gasped Dora. “I’m the only one without a roommate at the moment--you can stay with me if you’d like.”
“I’d love that,” said Jennifer, flinging her arms around the older girl and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll move my things in after breakfast.”
The rest of the Coven were equally delighted and chattered animatedly through their morning meal. When breakfast was finished, Professor Lupin invited the Potters to take a walk by the lake with him, and the others left with Jennifer to help her move.
Following Lupin down to the Black Lake, the Potters were surprised to find Sirius waiting for them, but Harry suspected that this wasn’t strictly a social call. Despite the cheery brightness of the morning, Hermione felt a shiver prickle the fur along her spine.
“Well Harry, Hermione...” Lupin began after clearing his throat, “After giving it all due consideration, Dumbledore and I have decided that it might be best that I be scarce when term begins and the Minister’s agents arrive...”
“But why?” interrupted Harry. “You’re not a werewolf anymore.”
“Ah, but the Ministry does not know that,” Lupin replied. “And as much as I would love nothing better than to prove to the Ministry that I am no longer afflicted with Lycanthropy and have myself removed from their registry, I do not believe that would be the wisest course of action at this time.”
“Of course!” Harry groaned. “I understand--but it’s still rubbish,” he asserted with a scowl.
“Who’ll teach Defence Against the Dark Arts then?” Hermione inquired, her furry ears and tail twitching anxiously.
“I am uncertain,” admitted Lupin. “There is some discussion about Professor Snape taking the position and having Slughorn take over Potions, but it is also quite possible that Hestia Jones may step in, as Slughorn is reluctant to give up the Alchemy post, having so recently acquired it.”
“So what are you going t’do?” Harry sighed.
“And where will you go?” bleated Hermione, her bushy ginger tail dipping sadly.
“There’s no need to look so forlorn Harry--and cheer up Hermione. I shall still be close by for the time being,” Lupin replied with a smile. “The Shrieking Shack is as safe now as anywhere else--probably safer even than most...”
“...Especially under my protection,” Sirius interrupted with a grin, winking at Harry. Lupin rolled his eyes.
“Yes--well the sooner I can manage to perfect my animagus technique, the better,” Lupin chuckled. “Then I can come and go as I please without attracting attention.”
“You’ll have to practice much harder then, Remus,” Sirius smirked. “At the moment, you can barely manage a few extra whiskers on your moustache--to say nothing about becoming a full wolf. And I’ve seen your in-between form when you were still stricken with the werewolf curse--you look quite pathetic as an almost hairless half-wolf. In the meantime, I’ll have you all to myself.”
The silliness of the two older wizards was infectious, cheering Harry and Hermione right up.
“Right, so we’ll still be able to visit you both at least,” Harry grinned.
“You’d better,” snorted Lupin. “I’ll go mad if I don’t see someone else every once in a while. It can take months to properly learn how to become an animagus. I’ll be stuck in the Shack until then. I can’t risk being seen around Hogwarts as myself as long as the Minister’s operatives are here.”
The four of them continued to amble along the lakeshore chatting, and Harry took the opportunity to broach the topic he had been meaning to ask Sirius about.
“Phineas Nigellus--my great-great-grandfather,” snorted Sirius in reply, rolling his eyes. “He almost makes me miss Mum’s portrait--I’m glad we managed to finally get rid of her...”
“Oh, he’s not so bad really,” Sirius laughed, seeing the disturbed expressions on the Potters’ faces. “He’s just a bloody arrogant sod, full of himself--a real preening Pureblood, easily as conceited as Lucius Malfoy--but not as much of a fop,”
“Why he became a headmaster, I’ll never know--he always seemed to loathe children, and the feeling was mutual. He was the most hated headmaster that Hogwarts ever had. He hasn’t been giving you two any trouble when you’re at home, has he?”
“No, none at all,” said Harry quickly. “I was just wondering because I noticed his picture in Dumbledore’s office too.”

~o0o~

The rest of the weekend passed quickly. After some discussion between themselves, Harry had convinced Hermione that it would be a good idea to teach the others how to perform the sectumsempra curse in the Room of Requirement.
Harry exhorted everyone to rigorously practice combat spells, and hand to hand fighting as well. Even though he knew that they needed to be cautious and avoid trouble, he wanted everyone to be prepared for anything.
The Potters also spent some time trying to learn the Pictura Portus spell by themselves, though without any duplicate muggle pictures to practice on, they really didn’t know if it was working. They were a bit too nervous to try it on one of the magical portraits in Hogwarts without permission from Dumbledore, and Harry wasn’t certain that the Headmaster would allow them to gallivant through the paintings in the castle.
Finally on Monday, the day before term began, Hermione had enough. She adamantly insisted that Harry just ask Dumbledore or she would herself. Harry was surprised and pleased when Dumbledore gave them his wholehearted approval, and directed them to practice on some of the paintings stored in the unused classroom where Harry had once discovered the Mirror of Erised.

~o0o~

Tuesday evening, the Coven nervously settled in at the Mingling Table. Ginny and Neville had already seated themselves at the Gryffindor table, and Theodore Nott and Viktor had taken places at the Slytherin table. Everyone was ready when the other students began arriving from the Hogwarts Express.
Never had the start of term feast and Sorting Ceremony brought such trepidation. With the arrival of the pupils came two adults--no doubt the Inquisitors mentioned in Percy Weasley’s letter to Ginny. Harry’s stomach tightened and Hermione’s bushy ginger tail bristled in recognition of at least one of them.
“Alecto Carrow,” Harry muttered through gritted teeth, “But who’s that with her?”
“It’s probably her brother, Amycus,” replied Hermione.
“Oh, that reminds me Hermione... I’ve been meaning to ask you since Gringotts. How d’you know about them?”
“After we got married--that Easter Holiday at Number 12--I overheard Sirius and Lupin complaining bitterly about how the Carrows managed to avoid Azkaban--we both did actually,” said Hermione. “Sirius and Lupin really hated the Carrows... they were going on and on about them one evening,”
“They’re brother and sister, and apparently they’re particularly awful sadists. I’ll never forget some of the gruesome things that Sirius said they did,” Hermione finished, her bushy tail quivering angrily.
Harry narrowed his eyes and nodded. He couldn’t help marveling again at Hermione’s memory; but now that she mentioned it, he could vaguely recollect the conversation himself.
The Carrows raised their eyebrows at the sight of the Mingling Table and the students already seated there, but otherwise gave no indication that they were witnessing anything unusual. Harry wondered why they didn’t seem very surprised.
Then it occurred on him that of course they had foreknowledge--Percy Weasley was the Minister’s deputy after all, and he had overseen a fair portion of the Triwizard Tournament. It must be common knowledge that there was a new “House” at Hogwarts among the Minister’s inner-circle.
Alecto and Amycus both engaged in conversation with Dumbledore as more students began to enter the Great Hall. To the surprise of the Unaffiliated, the Headmaster appeared to greet the Carrows quite amicably, though Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey both seemed to be giving the Carrows icy death glares.
Everyone was bewildered, but nobody was more astonished than Harry, Hermione, and Dora when an enormous blank screen was conjured, apparently out of thin air, by the wizard presumed to be Amycus Carrow. The giant screen hovered above the Staff Table, easily visible to every student in the Great Hall.
“What is that?” asked Luna, whisking her fluffy white tail in curiosity.
“It looks like a movie screen,” Dora replied, frowning in puzzlement
“Movie screen?” said Daphne with a questioning expression.
“Yeah,” Harry added as Hermione nodded in agreement. “Or a giant flat screen television...”
“Oh, right... like the muggle entertainment equipment you’ve told us about,” said Parvati as light dawned on her.
“But I thought you said electronics didn’t work in magical surroundings because of the magical interference,” said Jennifer.
“They don’t, generally speaking,” Hermione responded. “But there are some obscure charms for making electrical equipment work with magic though. Harry and I found them in a book in the library of our home in London and we used them ourselves. So some wizards must use the enchantments, it’s just that most British wizards and the Ministry have never been inclined to adopt muggle technology...”
“It ees ze same in France,” Fleur interjected as she rolled her eyes. “Though zey are not anti-muggle, ze French wizard parliament still think zat magic is superior to electricity.”
“I think it’s the same in most of Europe from what I’ve read,” added Hermione. “During the tournament I met some American witches from the Salem Institute briefly at the Quidditch World Cup. I saw them using mobile phones and I asked them about it. Apparently American wizards even have wands designed especially to interact with electrical circuitry.”
“What about the wizard wireless though?” asked Luna, her brows furrowing as she tried to make sense of the incongruity. “Isn’t that a bit like muggle electronics?”
Hermione shook her head, “No. There’s no actual circuitry involved at all. Wizard radios are simply charmed units--just boxes with knobs really--more or less just designed to look and function like old fashioned muggle radios. But judging by the fact that a fair few pop music artists are wizards, I suppose that they must use some of the charms to make their equipment work when they’re playing in wizard venues--like at the Yule Ball.”
“Cor, so that’s ’ow they do it,” Dora’s eyes popped and she looked excited. “I wondered about that. I’ve always wanted to get my ‘ands on a synth and an electric guitar, but I never knew ‘ow to make them work.”
“But why would the Ministry be bringing in muggle technology now?” Daphne frowned. “The current Minister seems as bad as Voldemort when it comes to being anti-muggle.”
Even Hermione didn’t have an answer for that one and she shrugged uncertainly, glancing at Harry questioningly to see if he had any ideas.
“The Minister is in league with the Muggle PM according to Mad Eye,” Harry muttered darkly, comprehension setting in. “She’s more pragmatic than most older British Pureblood Supremacists, and she’s not afraid to work with muggles as long as they share the same outlook--it’s only halfbreeds and muggleborns that she hates. I bet the Muggle PM convinced her that television and film would be jolly useful for...”
“...Propaganda!” Hermione gasped. “Of course Harry--it would be even more efficient than simply relying on the Daily Prophet. She must mean to introduce the technology--or at least a magical version of it--like the Wizard Wireless--to the British wizard world.”
“Well, that wouldn’t be all bad would it?” asked Jennifer, who looked a bit eager. “I... I hate to admit it, but I have missed having a telly.”
Dora’s features lit up in excitement too. Muggle entertainment had always been her favourite thing about visiting relatives on her father’s side of the family.
“It just depends on the programming really,” Harry conceded. “I can’t imagine it’ll be any good while the Minister and her cronies are running it--she’s probably going to put the Daily Prophet in charge. I suppose eventually it will be a good thing for wizards. But I can’t see the Minister and her lot using it for good reasons...”
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