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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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Harry caught the eye of Ron Weasley who had just entered the Great Hall with Seamus. The pair of young wizards approached the Mingling Table after Ron briefly gave his sister Ginny a hug. Ron seemed quite disturbed.
“Blimey Harry!” exclaimed Ron, his face ashen, “Draco Malfoy’s back. We saw him on the train...”
“The bloody git was throwin’ his weight around,” fumed Seamus Finnigan. “...acting like ‘e was best friends with the Minister. So what’s tha’ all about then?”
“And is it true... did you really kill thousands of Inferi and help kill You-Know-Who?” Ron asked. “I overheard Dad telling Mum about it after he got back from the battle.”
Harry nodded, glancing anxiously at Hermione and the rest of the Unaffiliated before replying, “Yeah--we all did. But try not to spread it around...”
“Bit too late for that Harry,” said Fred Weasley, who had just appeared with George behind Ron and Seamus.
“Crabbe and Goyle,” George explained gloomily. “They were on the Express too. They were going on about how their fathers were knocked out by some sort of explosion when Voldy tried to stab Harry with a knife...”
“Said that Dumbledore’s lot captured them and killed loads of Moldy’s minions,” continued Fred. “But they were bragging about how the Minister forced the Auror Office into letting them go just yesterday...”
“What?” gasped Hermione, her bushy tail bristling in outrage. The rest of the Unaffiliated looked equally horrified and Harry groaned.
“Well... not exactly letting them go altogether,” George clarified, “Supposedly they’re under ‘house arrest.’ According to the Junior Death Munchers their fathers got a deal for promising to help the investigation.”
“That figures,” Harry sighed resignedly. “I should’ve known that Head Auror Scrimgeour couldn’t hold onto them indefinitely. I suppose everyone will soon know that we fought in the battle too then...”
George nodded sympathetically. Fred smirked a bit.
“You should’ve seen ‘em though,” Fred added, grinning. “Crabbe and Goyle both looked like they were going to wet themselves when they said that some of the Snatchers who had been arrested with their fathers had mentioned that you lot had killed heaping mountains of Inferi...”
“Not to mention you lot wiping out a whole battalion of Giants and Trolls, and loads of Snatchers...” snickered George. “Malfoy didn’t look half as cocky after they told him about that, and about how Harry KO’d the Noseless Wonder without lifting a finger...”
“There they are--with that smarmy little bastard Draco now,” said Seamus.
Everyone turned and peered in the direction that Seamus had indicated. Sure enough, Draco Malfoy was pompously swaggering into the Great Hall flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. Draco’s smug look turned into a scowl when he spotted the Unaffiliated and their friends all looking at him.
Daphne squirmed closer to Harry, and he put his arm protectively around her. Fleur put an arm around Daphne too and glowered back at Malfoy. Luna narrowed her eyes and glared at Draco, curling her fluffy white tail around Parvati.
Harry didn’t know what came over him. Surprising himself, Harry grinned at Draco and winked.
Ron guffawed when Malfoy’s scowl turned into a look of utter dread and the Slytherin scurried to his table. “Y’know Harry, maybe it won’t be so bad if everyone knows that you helped do You-Know-Who in again and massacred an army of his monsters.”
“Yeah, you might have something there Ron,” Harry smirked. Hermione and Dora couldn’t help giggling. Luna grinned and gave Parvati a hug, feeling her fiancé relax.
Jennifer eyed the blond Slytherin and his mates curiously. So that was Draco Malfoy--the one who had hurt Daphne’s sister and abused Parvati. Jennifer’s sense of foreboding lessened considerably as she observed the little cretin’s cowardly manner.
Ron suddenly realised that there was a pretty new girl at the table with long ebony bangs, and his mouth gaped open.
“Who are you then?” Ron asked, managing to sound both accusatory and a bit lecherous all in one go. “Aren’t you a bit old for a Firsty?”
Jennifer shrank back and Dora put a protective arm around her, glowering at Ron. George smacked Ron’s shoulder as Fred rolled his eyes; Seamus looked a bit hurt and jealous.
“Don’t be rude Ronald,” Hermione snapped icily as Harry glared at him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean t’be rude... Really!” Ron mumbled sincerely, his ears reddening.
He knew that they’d never be very close again, but Ron really wanted to try and stay friends with Harry and Hermione this time. He’d really have to try harder not to blurt things out without thinking.
Hermione sensed Ron’s sincerity and her features softened. She had come to understand that Ron really couldn’t help being thick, but regardless--his manners still needed a lot of work.
“Ron, this is Jennifer,” said Hermione. “Jennifer, this is Ron Weasley, Ginny’s brother. Fred and George are Ginny’s brothers too. And this is Seamus--Ron’s best friend.”
“Hello,” said Jennifer bashfully as the Weasley boys and Seamus greeted her. She felt a bit too awkward to say anymore, and something about Ron still made her feel uncomfortable.
“Jennifer’s a late-bloomer,” Hermione said for her, “Jennifer only just discovered her magic this summer, and Dumbledore allowed her to join the rest of us who don’t belong to a House because we’ve all become really good friends.”
“Come on, we’d better get seated,” said George to his brothers and Seamus. “The Gryffindor table is almost full.”
Harry sighed after he and the Unaffiliated said goodbye to the Gryffindors. He could see that Jennifer still felt anxious. Harry reached across the table and squeezed her hand comfortingly, giving her a warm smile.
“Try not to mind Ron too much,” said Harry, rolling his eyes. “He’s a bit of an idiot, and says stupid things--but he’s alright really...”
Harry spied Blaise Zabini taking a seat at the Slytherin table near Pansy Parkinson and some of the younger Slytherins who had been friends with Daphne's sister. Even though Astoria hadn't returned to Hogwarts, her friends still wanted nothing to do with Draco and his gang.
Harry noticed Theodore Nott and Viktor moving to sit with Blaise and Pansy. With satisfaction, Harry watched the four of them and the friends of Astoria separating from the group of Slytherins who were gravitating towards Draco Malfoy. Draco was milking the sympathy for his one-handedness for all it was worth from the rest of the Slytherins.
Soon all of the students settled, but a buzz of curiosity continued to fill the Hall as they pondered the enormous screen above the Staff Table and the two new adult wizards sitting with the professors. Professor McGonagall arrived moments later with the new First Years and the Sorting began.
Jennifer watched inquisitively as the rip in the rumpled, tatty old hat opened like a mouth and it began to sing.
The Carrows both sat through the Sorting Hat’s song, their faces growing stonier and colder. The last few lines were so pointed, that one could have heard a pin drop in the silence before the eruption of cacophony from the shocked students. Even the professors shuffled uncomfortably in their seats and exchanged worried glances.

Oh, know the perils, read the signs,

the warning history shows,

for our Hogwarts is in danger

from internal, deadly foes

And we must unite inside her

to face the enemy from within

I have told you, I have warned you...

let the Sorting now begin.

“Wow! That’s different,” gasped Parvati, flicking her sleek black tail.
“I’ll say...” muttered Harry. “I didn’t know the Sorting Hat could offer advice to the whole school.”
“Daddy once told me he thought that the Sorting Hat should be Minister,” chortled Luna, her furry ears twitching mirthfully.
“Hasn’t the hat ever offered warnings before, then?” Jennifer asked Hermione.
Jennifer squeaked and leapt in her seat when an ethereal form glided up next to her. She still wasn’t used to the idea of ghosts being real, and had kept her distance over the summer. Dumbledore had warned all of the ghosts to give her space until she became more comfortable, but Sir Nicholas’s curiosity about the new girl had finally got the better of him.
“Oh, indeed it has,” proffered the nearly headless spirit with a grin. “The hat is honour-bound to provide the residents of Hogwarts with warnings of danger whenever the school is threatened...”
Professor McGonagall stood up and strode to the fore of the Staff Table and the murmuring died down. Jennifer followed the proceedings with great interest, but she was glad that she didn’t have to face the uncertainty and anxiety that the First Years must be feeling. Jennifer knew exactly who her friends were--her new family--and she snuggled closer to Dora.
Once all the new pupils had been sorted into their Houses, the Headmaster took Professor McGonagall’s place.
“To all new and returning students, I bid you welcome,” Dumbledore said as he spread his arms invitingly, his rich voice ringing throughout the Great Hall. “This year, I would also like to introduce two new Staff members--Alecto Carrow and her brother Amycus, and returning Professor, Horace Slughorn...”
“And beginning this year, Hogwarts will be offering a Cultural Studies course--an examination of our British Wizarding Heritage--to be taught by Amycus Carrow...”
The sour looking wizard nodded curtly at the students to a smattering of applause from the Slytherin table. Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall clapped politely as well, but had difficulty hiding their disdain.
“And although I had in mind another for the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, due to last minute changes, Alecto Carrow will be taking the position,” continued the Headmaster.
Hermione and Harry couldn’t help noticing Professor Snape scowling at Alecto as the Slytherin table applauded again.
“And finally,” Dumbledore went on, “we are also offering a full course in Alchemy this year after being without a full-time Alchemy professor for far too long. Welcome back Professor Slughorn!”
Professor Slughorn stood up and smiled warmly through his bushy handlebar moustache, taking a little bow. To the students, the rotund professor looked much friendlier than the Carrows, and this time more students at every table clapped and cheered. After Slughorn returned to his seat, the Headmaster resumed speaking.
“And before we begin our magnificent feast, may I please direct your attention to the screen above the table. To some of you, this magical technology shall appear familiar, but for many of you, this is something entirely new, a modern marvel finally being introduced to the British wizard world.”
“I have been asked to inform you, that smaller versions shall be available for purchase in shops in Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and your local communities, and that all wizard families are to be encouraged to make these items a part of your home life. This new medium has much to offer us in terms of conveying information and entertainment--though I daresay it may take some some getting used to.” The Headmaster’s eyes twinkled as he paused for a moment.
“And now,” Dumbledore continued, “you shall bear witness to the historic first ever broadcast on the Wiz-Vision Network--a broadcast specially directed to all students at Hogwarts. Let me introduce someone who needs no introduction, our delightful leader, Minister Dolores Umbridge.”
Harry snorted, wondering how Dumbledore could manage to keep a straight face. Hermione wagged her bushy ginger tail crossly. Gasps of amazement filled the Hall when the screen came to life, and an enormous toadlike face appeared.
“Is this on...?” the face said as it looked off-screen. “Oh... we are? Yes, alright then.” Minister Umbridge’s visage seemed to peer directly at all of the students in the Great Call and she cleared her throat.
“Hem, hem... Greetings Hogwarts students,” the Minister began, as her voice took on a honeyed girlish tone, “It pleases me greatly to announce a new era for Hogwarts, and the British Wizarding Community at large. The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of utmost importance.”
“The rare and splendid gifts with which we are graced are nothing if not fostered and refined by cautious guidance. Our ancient magical knowledge and skills--only employable by those of sterling magical birthright--must be passed down through the generations lest we lose them forever. Our most noble heritage and culture must be conserved and cultivated by those who find themselves drawn to the lofty vocation of educating and moulding young minds.”
Hermione rolled her eyes and snorted derisively. Harry noticed that many students were already tuning out. Even Luna’s eyes appeared to be glazing over. But a chill ran down Harry’s spine as he continued to listen.
“Many wonderful and exemplary Headmasters and Headmistresses of Hogwarts have proffered novel ideas to new generations of young witches and wizards, and that is to be expected, for progress is a vital and necessary element of growth and the enrichment of our lives and our culture.”
“The magical device by which my countenance and speech appears before you is a perfect example of progress which can only enhance our experiences. However, progress for its own sake, without regard for the wisdom of our most noble and ancient heritage must be discouraged. As the ancient wisdom of our forebears informs us, a balance then must be struck between tradition and innovation.”
“Some among us would have us dilute and contaminate our most noble and ancient heritage through miscegenation and foreign ideologies. Such unrighteous teachings do not lead to true progress, but to decline and decay, until the flower of our majestic privileges wither on the vine.”
“Such decomposition of our identities, our customs, and our abilities cannot be allowed to continue unabated lest our culture be lost forever, to be little but a footnote in the annals of history as the savages and the unclean inherit the Earth.”
“These ignoble practices have been promoted and encouraged with little regard for accountability and transparency. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness, and liability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited.”
“It is to this end then, that I implore all students to strive for the greater good of our ancient and most noble heritage, by speaking out wherever they see such unwholesome and base promulgations. Should you have any concerns, I encourage you to bring them to the attention of your newest instructors. The Carrows are sensitive to the inquiries, interests, and distresses of all students.”
“They shall give the questions and apprehensions of every pupil due consideration. Together we shall boldly stride into the future, our heads high, as we forge a bright path into a robust tomorrow. And with that, I bid you all a stimulating and scintillating educational experience for the school year ahead.”
The screen flickered and went blank. All of the students were either utterly confounded or snoring loudly. Crabbe and Goyle were completely out, drooling on the Slytherin table. Ron and Seamus didn’t look in any better shape.
The entire Hufflepuff table was snoozing, and even half of the Ravenclaws were sleeping, and the other half were scratching their heads.
Even all of the professors looked dazed--including Dumbledore--and Hagrid had actually dozed off. The rest of the Unaffiliated looked as lost and asleep as everyone else.
Harry’s own head was swimming in circles as he shared a dark look with Hermione. He felt as if a swarm of wrackspurts had nested in his brain.
At one time or another, under other circumstances, Harry might have been as discombobulated as most of the other young witches and wizards in the Great Hall. But he knew the Minister’s intentions well, and his focus had improved immensely since marrying Hermione.
“Bloody Hell Hermione!” Harry muttered.
“Miscegenation!” she hissed as her bushy ginger tail wagged furiously. “I can’t believe that revolting horrid witch would be so up-front about it again, especially so soon after Voldemort’s defeat.”
“We’re probably the only ones that heard that bit though Hermione,” said Harry, shaking his head incredulously. “It sounds like Percy wrote her speech for her. What a meandering, repetitive piece of tripe...”
“The only good thing is that so far the Minister has absolutely no idea how to use television to effectively promote her agenda--We probably won’t be so lucky once she allows the Daily Prophet to write her material, or the Prophet starts putting up their own programming.”
“You’re right Harry,” Hermione nodded, “I suppose we should count ourselves fortunate that all she did was manage to put everyone to sleep.”
Dumbledore had understood the speech all too well, but the soporific effects of the Minister’s discursive rhetoric had nonetheless managed to disengage his mental faculties. Finally Dumbledore managed to shake his own head clear and his sonorous voice rang out through the Hall, waking everyone up.
“Well, that was most... illuminating. In any case, I believe that is more than enough for start of term announcements. I am sure that you are all quite famished--tuck in.”
And with that, the Feast began.

~o0o~

Jennifer was exhausted and full, but she felt anxious. She tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable, glancing at Dora’s bed.
The last few nights Jennifer had felt perfectly happy just sleeping alone in her own bed in the chambers that she now shared with Dora. But not tonight; not with the knowledge that tomorrow would bring a Hogwarts full of people that she didn’t know.
“Dora,” whispered Jennifer tearfully, “are you still awake?”
“Yeah,” replied Dora as she rolled over, her voice full of concern. “Are you alright Jennifer?”
“I’m frightened--I can’t sleep. I don’t want to be alone.”
“There’s plenty of room in my bed if you’d like a cuddle,” Dora responded, her heart aching for younger girl.
“Are you sure?” asked Jennifer, hoping that Dora really meant it.
“Absolutely,” Dora replied, “Come ‘ere then,” she said, smiling and patting the bed.
Dora was thrilled; she had been hoping for this the last few nights. Dora hated sleeping alone, and had been alternating all summer between the Potters’ bed, Luna and Parvati’s, and Daphne and Fleur’s. She couldn’t sleep any better without someone to cuddle than Jennifer could tonight.
“Thanks loads Dora,” said Jennifer as she climbed into bed with the older girl.
Jennifer snuggled into Dora’s warm embrace and kissed her. Both of the girls sighed in contentment and soon drifted off into a sound slumber in each other's arms .
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