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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242841 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Hermione purred and felt the tension drain away as Harry’s fingers gently kneaded the tense muscles in her neck, shoulders and upper back. Her bushy tail trembled with delight. Harry was pleased to feel her relaxing under his ministrations. For her part, Hermione was already planning how to release Harry’s tension when he had finished giving her a massage.
Despite the more sedating and less than terrifying performance of the Minister during her first dubious attempt at influencing the public through a visual medium, the Potters were both more agitated than they had realised when the start of term feast was over. Sleep seemed a distant possibility, so they were making the best of it.
“He’s going to try something sooner or later Harry,” murmured Hermione.
“Who... Draco?” Harry dug his knuckle into a particularly tight knot on Hermione’s shoulder blade and she let out a small moan.
“Ooh... that feels good! Yes, Malfoy--he’s planning to stir the pot, I could sense it,” Hermione responded.
“Of course he is,” snorted Harry. “He may be a bloody coward--he never tries to pick a fight without his gormless gorillas to protect him--but Malfoy always has some sort of dirty trick up his sleeve. No doubt he wants revenge... and he’s probably been ordered to try and provoke us by the Minister to boot.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking too... Oooh, that’s the spot Harry...” Hermione’s furry tail quivered again as elation flooded her senses.
“Well, I can handle a few insults Hermione... I’m a big boy now. So no worries on that score. And I know all of Malfoy's little tricks for trying to get me into trouble now too. But sooner or later, he’s going to try and hurt someone again, and we’ll have to stop him one way or the other--permanently if absolutely necessary,”
Harry sighed, “And when that happens, we'll probably have to do a bunk and take the others with us... unless the Order manages to deal with the Minister first and get rid of the Carrows--which isn’t really likely in the short-term. But hopefully Malfoy’ll be too reticent to try anything straight off...”
“I agree! Mmm... thanks Harry, that felt nice,” Hermione purred and sat up facing her nude husband. “It’s your turn now.”
Gently, Hermione nudged Harry until he was lying on his back. She kissed him wetly, pressing her own nakedness against him as his arms enfolded her. Hermione felt Harry unwinding and his penis stiffening. Slowly, Hermione slid down Harry’s torso until she was straddling his calves. She leaned over, jutting her bottom and undulating fluffy tail in the air, wrapped her lips around his erection and began to suck.

~o0o~

The first full day of term began much like any other, and the Potters were pleased that Draco indeed appeared to be avoiding them for the time being. The biggest difference at breakfast time was a three minute scene playing out on the screen above the staff table.
Images of happy young witches and wizards running through fields of flowers--then prostrating themselves obediently before Ministry officials--flashed across the giant display. At the conclusion of the sequence, bold text in a rather florid font appeared.

Educational Decree #23:

The appointment of Alecto and Amycus Carrow to the posts of Hogwarts High Inquisitors shall be acknowledged with the highest respect and obeisance by all Hogwarts Staff and Students.

This wasn’t news to the Potters and the Unaffiliated, nor apparently to Draco Malfoy who appeared to be boasting about his foreknowledge to the Slytherins. But the rest of the student body buzzed with bewilderment.
However, the curiosity didn’t last very long. Everyone was far more interested in the rapidly spreading news that Harry Potter had once again been instrumental in the death of Voldemort, not to mention wiping out legions of monsters.
But Harry was more prepared for being the centre of attention than he had ever been before, and he ignored all of the stares and open chatter.
Susan Bones waved cheerfully at the Potters from the Hufflepuff table. Padma Patil and Dean Thomas stopped by the Mingling Table to say hello before returning to their own tables. Ginny and Neville departed the Gryffindor Table to eat breakfast with the Unaffiliated. The Potters glanced at each other darkly when they spotted Ginny shooting a malevolent glare at Cormac McLaggen, who bore a smug leering expression on his countenance.
Harry caught McLaggen’s eye and gave the Fifth Year Gryffindor an icy stare. Cormac smirked and looked away, returning to his conversation with Kenneth Towler.
“McLaggen looks a bit too happy to me Hermione,” Harry growled under his breath. “And I don’t like the way he’s still eyeing Ginny.”
“Nor do I Harry,” Hermione said quietly, her tail wagging angrily. “I don’t know why, but I’m getting the distinct impression that he thinks he can get away with anything this year.”
“Did we miss anything?” asked Luna, who had just arrived with Dora.
“Just a stupid advert about paying ‘obedience’ to the ‘Inquisitors’ on the Wiz-Vision,” snorted Parvati. “Where were you both?”
“Rearranging my schedule with Professor Dumbledore,” Luna’s serene smile widened into a grin as she filled her plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. “He’s letting me advance a year so that I can take classes with the rest of you. He said it’s safer for me to stick with the rest of you... and he thinks that I’ve learned enough over the summer with all of you to keep up with fourth year classes.”
Parvati squealed joyfully and hugged Luna, giving her a kiss on the cheek as both of their furry tails danced happily.
“That’s excellent Luna!” exclaimed Hermione, putting McLaggen out of her mind temporarily and gleefully embracing the other two cat-witches
“Yeah, that’s brilliant,” said Harry, feeling relieved. That was one less worry. He wanted the Coven to stick close to each other now that Draco Malfoy and the Carrows were at Hogwarts. “What about you Dora?”
“I ‘ad a discussion with Dumbledore too,” Dora replied, “I’ll still be doin’ Independent Studies under Hestia Jones’s post-grad programme, and I’ll be taking Alchemy. But what that means is that I’ll actually be following Fleur around and learnin’ more advanced material while ostensibly being a ‘Teacher’s Assistant’ to the Professors in her Seventh Year classes...”
“Which means no more colourful hair for me,” Dora continued glumly. “I’ve gotta blend in while we’re all bein’ watched.”
“Well at least we’ll all have backup,” said Harry, feeling grateful that Dumbledore was doing his best to keep the Coven together. “Luna can take all the same Fourth Year classes as the rest of us now, and you’ll be with Fleur.”
But there was still one worry for Harry. He glanced down the table at Ginny and Neville, then narrowed his eyes and peered at McLaggen.
“You lot go on ahead to Potions,” said Harry to Parvati, Luna, Jennifer, and Daphne, as they all departed the Great Hall at the end of breakfast, “Hermione and I will be right behind you.”
The others headed towards the dungeons as Harry and Hermione waited near the entrance to the Great Hall until Cormac McLaggen appeared.
“Oi... McLaggen...”
“What do you want Potter?” McLaggen sneered, almost as magnificently as a Malfoy.
“I want you to stay away from my friends,” Harry replied in a measured tone. “And that includes Ginny, Neville, and Ron Weasley...”
“I’m not afraid of you Potter,” the older and much larger Gryffindor retorted, smirking again. “In case you haven’t noticed, things have changed a bit around here this year. Looks like Dumbles is on his way out...” McLaggen puffed up his chest, jutted his chin, and stepped into Harry’s ‘personal space.’
Hermione’s tail began to bristle and she glared at McLaggen; but Harry stood his ground and smiled dangerously at Cormac.
“You’re not very quick on the uptake--are you McLaggen!?” Harry chuckled mirthlessly. “After what I did to Voldemort and half of his army this summer, d’you really think I give a damn if your daddy is a personal acquaintance of the Minister...?”
Hermione was so stunned at Harry’s blatant accusation that she forgot she was cross with Cormac McLaggen. There was no way that Harry could know; it had to be a bluff. But she noted with almost as much satisfaction as Harry, that the accusation seemed to take some of the wind out of McLaggen’s sails. Cormac unconsciously stepped back.
“So what if he is then?” snarled McLaggen. “This is between you and me, Potter! I don’t need my father or the Minister to fight my battles--I’m not Draco Malfoy.”
“No--you’re right... you’re even stupider than he is,” Harry said coolly, pressing his advantage. “I’m only warning you once, because I’m betting that the Carrows are more concerned about protecting a Slytherin like Malfoy than you! Stay. Away. From my friends!”
“...Unless you want to end up with one less hand to wipe your arse with, like Draco... or worse, like Mouldy-shorts!” Harry concluded, as calmly as he had begun.
“Hmmmph...” McLaggen snorted, paling slightly. He stared at Harry a moment longer, narrowing his eyes, then turned on his heel and stalked away.
The Potters watched Cormac McLaggen until he was gone, then made a mad dash to the dungeon. Professor Snape raised an eyebrow when he spied the latecomers.
“I’m very sorry we’re late Sir...” said Harry as he looked straight into Snape’s eyes. “It won’t happen again.”
Severus peered inscrutably at Harry for a moment, then he nodded in understanding, “Be certain that it doesn’t Potter.”
The other students were already partnered up: Daphne was helping Jennifer, and Parvati was assisting Luna.
Draco Malfoy was fuming. He had two partners to make up for having only one hand. But even two partners weren’t much use when they were Crabbe and Goyle. When he was sure that Professor Snape wasn’t looking, Malfoy allowed himself a few murderous thoughts.
Professor Snape gave the Potters a completely different assignment from the rest of the class, as Harry and Hermione were nearing the completion of Snape’s old Sixth Year Potions book.

~o0o~

Professor Babbling was delighted to see Harry Potter again, and she was quite pleased at the raw talent and artistry displayed by Jennifer Watts--despite the girl’s less than complete knowledge of the material. Having been informed by the Headmaster of Miss Watts’ unique situation as a late-bloomer, she allowed the Potters to coach Jennifer through the class assignment.
Likewise, Professor Babbling allowed Daphne and Parvati to assist Luna Lovegood, certain that they would be able to bring the intuitive ex-Ravenclaw up to speed in Ancient Runes in no time.

~o0o~

It was with no small amount of apprehension that the Potters and the rest of the Fourth Year members of the Unaffiliated took their seats in Defence Against the Dark Arts. But they needn’t have worried. Despite the hard and frosty demeanor of Alecto Carrow, she appeared intent on teaching the class as little as possible, and made no attempts to antagonise anyone.
Indeed, Professor Carrow seemed to have no regard at all for teaching them to actually use the spells in practice. In fact after the briefest of introductions, she spent the entire lesson having the class read from the new course-book, Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard.
The members of the Coven were of course lightyears beyond the material--even Jennifer was--and they were bored to tears. Hermione had to bite her tongue to stop herself from saying something she might come to regret later. Which was quite painful, as her feline teeth were rather sharp.
Harry felt more than a bit odd being this close to Alecto Carrow. The last time he had been this near, the icy witch had been all over him in an uncomfortably affectionate manner. Of course, Alecto Carrow had believed she was fawning over her long-lost lover, Bellatrix Lestrange, at the time.
As the lesson dragged on, Alecto Carrow studied the Potters and their little friends with curiosity--especially the pretty new girl. When all went to plan, hopefully sooner rather than later, she and her brother Amycus would have the lot of them in chains, and they could be done with this little farce.
But Alecto reminded herself that patience was a virtue. All of the pieces were falling into place. Hogwarts would be theirs completely soon enough--by Halloween at the latest. And then... then the corridors would echo with the delicious screams of the mudbloods and the halfbreeds, and the delectable shrieks of any who might dare come to their aid.

~o0o~

The DADA lesson had been as oppressive as it had been tedious, and the Unaffiliated were glad to be shot of the class for the day. They all heaved deep sighs of relief after leaving the classroom. Harry peered at the class schedule to see when they would have to deal with the other Carrow, Amycus. He had a bad feeling that Amycus Carrow’s lesson would be much more odious.
“Thank Goodness!” Jennifer muttered as she scanned her own copy of the schedule, “Mr Carrow’s class is on Friday, and it’s only once a week.” Jennifer had been thoroughly creeped out by the way Alecto Carrow had looked at her and she stayed as close to Harry and Hermione as she could the rest of the day.
After dinner, Harry addressed the exhausted Coven in the Unaffiliated Common Room.
“Right then, well... today wasn’t quite as awful as I thought it might be, but it’s clear we have to stay on our toes. The Minister obviously doesn’t want to teach students how to defend themselves from dark magic--probably to make everyone easier to control...”
“So we’ll have to keep practicing and learning how to fight by ourselves... And as long as it’s alright with the rest of you, I want to keep training up Ginny and Neville.”
“Of course Harry, zat ees for ze best,” said Fleur as she cuddled Daphne in her lap, “I am certain we can all agree--Ginny and Neville are our friends.” The rest of the Coven murmured their assent.
“Good, thank you,” Harry responded. He smiled at his wife who had made a quiet suggestion to him in private after classes. “Hermione and I were also thinking of perhaps inviting a few more to join us too... but only people we can completely trust,”
“There’s others who I think should learn a few spells too, but, I’m not sure that I want too many people to know about us being a Coven, or knowing about the Room of Requirement for the time-being. The less who know about it, the better. So here’s the short-list... Susan Bones, Parvati’s sister Padma, and Fred and George Weasley.”
“I think loads more people should learn how to fight too,” Harry continued, “But I think it would be better if the people who train with us pass it on to the others themselves. Fred and George can teach Ron and Seamus for example, and maybe a few other Gryffindors too--without telling them about us being a Coven or where we’re practicing.”
“I don’t want to let in any dolts or thickheads who might let something slip inadvertently. It’s safer for them and safer for us if they don’t know everything, and if we work in small units that way. I’ll talk to Viktor and Cedric tomorrow. They both know a lot of good fighting spells and tactics already from training for the Triwiz, and can pass them on to people that they trust.”
“As long as everyone stays in small autonomous groups and don’t all meet in the same time and place, most of us should still be able to stay under the radar--there’s plenty of unused classrooms and they can use some of the stealth charms that Hermione and I have been learning from some of the more advanced books.”
“At some point, things will probably come to a head--very likely with Draco Malfoy, and maybe with Cormac McLaggen--and we’ll have to leave Hogwarts... Hermione and I are working on an escape route just in case the Floo system is being monitored. But until then, I want to give as many people as possible a fighting chance--and they’ll be able to continue after we’re gone.”
“Finally, tomorrow after classes I’m slapping every bloody protection Rune and Symbol I can think of on all of us. You’ll just have to get used to the idea of being tattooed all the time. I’d do it right now, but I’m bloody knackered.”
Dora couldn’t be prouder of Harry if she’d tried.
“That’s an absolutely smashing idea Harry!” Dora said as her panties dampened.
“It’s brilliant Harry!” gasped Daphne. “Loads of people will be able to learn how to defend themselves properly that way.”
“Oui, our ‘arry ees sensationnel!” cooed Fleur.
“That’s why Harry’s our leader!” Luna beamed radiantly as she swished her fluffy white tail.
“It’s pure genius! Parvati exclaimed with a grin, her satiny black tail rippling gleefully.
“Well, Hermione’s the genius who suggested it...” Harry chortled. Hermione purred and gave her husband a kiss, twirling her own bushy ginger tail.
“I only suggested that we train as many people as we could,” said Hermione as she turned pink. “Harry’s the one who worked out all the details of the safest way for us to do it. You really are brilliant Harry... and don’t you forget it.”
The members of the Coven all traded kisses goodnight as they left the Common Room for their private chambers.
Jennifer tearfully embraced the Potters, taking comfort for as long as possible before turning to leave with Dora. Jennifer had tried to hold it in, but her first day in a Hogwarts full of noisy students and scary new “teachers” had all been a bit too overwhelming.
“Wait Jennifer, Dora,” said Hermione, clasping Jennifer’s hand tightly, “Why don’t you both stay with Harry and me tonight... there’s plenty of room in our bed.”
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