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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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Jennifer’s heart raced with anticipation as she and Dora entered the Potters’ suite with Harry and Hermione. The pent up anxieties from her first full day of sharing Hogwarts with over a thousand students and being subjected to the creepy forbidding gaze of Alecto Carrow had melted away at the thought of spending the night snuggling with Dora and the Potters.
And as Hermione Potter’s warm hand led Jennifer to their bedchamber, Jennifer felt a tingle of excitement in her lower abdomen. She began to hope it would lead to a bit more than cuddling. Had it really only been little more than a week since the snogging session which she had shared with the Potters, Dora, and the rest of the Coven? The memory of finally giving Harry a proper kiss, and realising that she felt like she might be ready to go a bit further still burned in Jennifer's mind.
Jennifer had thought about taking things to the next level when she had shared Dora’s bed last night, but it been enough just feeling cozy and safe in Dora’s arms and they had both fallen asleep rapidly. Jennifer had decided that she never wanted to sleep alone again and hoped that Dora felt the same way.
When she had sought solace in the Potters’ embrace only minutes ago, Jennifer had been planning on asking Dora for a bit more tonight. She hadn’t imagined that she would be lucky enough to be invited to stay with Hermione and Harry as well. But what if they weren’t ready for a bit more than cuddles with Jennifer yet.
Jennifer turned to Dora when the Potters went to their bathroom to get ready for bed.
“I don’t have a nightie,” she said anxiously. “Should I go back and get one?”
“Don’t worry about it Sweetie,” Dora smiled and gave the younger girl a kiss. “Harry and Hermione aren’t fussed--and they’ll give you space even if you’re wearing nothing at all...” Dora couldn’t help grinning when Jennifer blushed, suddenly realising that “space” was the furthest thing from Jennifer’s mind.
Jennifer stripped down to her bra and panties and slipped into the Potters’ bed with the similarly attired Dora. They lay on top of the covers together and waited patiently. Jennifer couldn’t help feeling slightly disappointed when Harry and Hermione returned wearing pyjamas and a nightie, but supposed that they were being polite.
Jennifer’s nipples hardened and she moistened when Harry looked at her, blushing, his pyjama bottoms tenting. This was the most exposed that Jennifer had been in front of any of the Coven except for Dora, and she had hoped that Harry would find her as attractive as she found him.
But as much as she wanted to be with Harry, Jennifer couldn’t help still feeling nervous. What if she freaked out at Harry’s touch? Jennifer didn’t think she could bear it if she put him off her. She wanted so desperately to be able to enjoy being with Harry as much as she had enjoyed the makeout session with Dora and Hermione while Fleur, Daphne, Parvati and Luna had been snogging Harriet.
Dora nuzzled Jennifer’s hair and gently put an arm around her when Harry and Hermione climbed into bed. Jennifer’s heart did a flip when Harry smiled and lay down beside her. Hermione’s furry ears twitched. She leaned over Harry and gave Jennifer a humid kiss.
“We can go as fast or as slow as you like Jennifer...” Hermione said sweetly, “Whatever happens is all up to you--we can stop at any time...”
Jennifer marveled yet again at Hermione’s ability to know just how she was feeling. She returned Hermione’s kiss, then she gazed soulfully into Harry’s sparkling green eyes and tenderly kissed his soft lips.
“Is... is it alright? Do you mind if...?” Jennifer tentatively reached for the top button of Harry’s pyjama shirt.
Harry grinned and blushed again. “Er... not at all Jennifer. I’m all yours tonight if you’d like...”
“We all are,” Dora whispered as she brushed aside Jennifer’s ebony hair and kissed her neck. “We’re all here for you...”
Feeling emboldened and secure, Jennifer began to unbutton Harry’s pyjamas, baring his chest. Purring, Hermione helped Jennifer slip Harry’s top off the rest of the way. Jennifer traced Harry’s musculature with the fingers of both hands as his nipples hardened--she was surprised at how chiseled he was for having such a slight build.
Harry’s breathing quickened at her touch. Jennifer sensed Harry’s own nervousness and took his hands in hers. Bracing herself, Jennifer pressed his palms against the sides of her ribcage. Harry was as relieved as Jennifer to feel her relaxing, and he knew it was alright to touch her some more.
Harry slid his hands across the skin of Jennifer’s abdomen, then up to cup her breasts. He squeezed them through the sheer fabric of her bra as she kissed him again. Dora unclasped Jennifer’s bra and slipped it off her.
Harry’s lips traced a path down Jennifer’s neck and wetly engulfed one of her nipples. Jennifer released a gasp of pleasure. Together, they explored each other’s torsos with fingers, lips, and tongues as Dora and Hermione both petted and nuzzled Jennifer too.
Jennifer was ready for a bit more now and reached down to the waistband of Harry’s pyjama bottoms. She giggled nervously as Dora and Hermione helped her slide them down Harry’s legs, freeing Harry’s bobbing erection. Gingerly Jennifer reached out and touched it, then she wrapped her warm hand around the shift of Harry’s stiff penis and began to stroke it.
Jennifer indicated that Harry could explore her more as well and he gently tugged her panties down her thighs, revealing a closely trimmed dark thatch on her mound and a bare slit.
Jennifer uttered a little moan of pleasure as Hermione and Dora’s caresses and kisses began to traverse her supple form. Harry slid one hand across Jennifer's curvy hip, and his other delicately brushed the furry patch at the apex of her thighs.
Hermione’s lips encircled one of Jennifer’s hard pink nipples as Dora kissed her deeply. Harry held his breath as his fingers crept between Jennifer’s thighs and slipped into her dripping entrance. Jennifer gasped to feel Harry’s fingers inside her.
Jennifer was still stroking Harry’s stiffness, uncertain how far she wanted to go, but when his thumb began to rotate her clitoris the ecstatic shock of electricity rippling through her body decided her.
Jennifer’s lingering anxieties evaporated as the loving touches of the Potters and Dora brought her nothing but joy. She was ready to take the plunge.
Hermione purred loudly and her bushy ginger tail thwipped back and forth happily as she and Dora assisted Jennifer in straddling Harry’s waist. Slowly, Jennifer settled herself, biting her lip, moaning plaintively as Harry’s lance filled her wet channel.
Passion surging, Jennifer leaned over to kiss Harry as she began to ride his shaft with his hands around her waist. Dora and Hermione continued to trail their lips, tongues and fingers across Jennifer’s body as she and Harry began to gyrate with greater intensity. Harry thrust his penis into her depths.
The room swirled as Jennifer lost herself to the intoxicating swell of ardour. She wailed as the vortex of desire took her. Jennifer’s spasms of ecstasy finished Harry off. With a groan Harry burst. Gasping, Jennifer clutched Harry tightly to her breast as she felt the spurting jets of his ejaculate flood her interior.
Still adrift in a sea of delight, Jennifer found her hands tangled in Hermione’s golden-brown locks as the cat-witch’s tongue delved into her nook to lap up Harry’s creamy essence.
From that point on, the roiling tides of passion swept Jennifer into a euphoric fog of bliss. In her next brief moment of lucidity, Jennifer found herself knuckle deep in Dora’s wet passage and hungrily sucking Dora’s nipples as Harry plundered her vessel again from behind and Dora devoured Hermione’s sopping vulva.
Meows, moans, purrs, and wails, echoed through the Potters’ chambers as the foursome writhed as one. Sparks of magic and electricity flew as the walls trembled.

~o0o~

Jennifer woke to find herself entwined stickily with Dora, a nipple still in her mouth. She couldn’t help giggling, but she was so overcome with emotion that tears streamed down her face and the giggles turned to sobs.
“Mornin’ Jennifer,” Dora whispered as she felt the younger witch stirring. “You alright Sweetie?”
Harry and Hermione both woke immediately and peered at Jennifer with concern. Alarm gripped Harry, but Hermione calmed as the nature of Jennifer's emotional surge became clear.
“I am,” Jennifer sobbed, “I... I’m just so happy. I never... I never really thought I’d ever be able to enjoy being with anyone like that after... after... what happened to me. I love you all so much--you all make me feel so nice...”
Jennifer kissed everyone wetly as her weeping subsided. She smiled radiantly at everyone as she wiped away her tears of joy.
“...and I can’t wait to be with Luna and the others too. You’ve all been so kind to me.”

~o0o~

Luna beamed at Jennifer when she greeted the glowing girl in the Unaffiliated Corridor on the way to breakfast. Luna embraced Jennifer.
“I’m glad you had a nice time--and enjoyed the sex...” said Luna bluntly, waving her fluffy white tail gleefully.
Parvati’s furry black ears twitched. She couldn’t help tearing up as she gave Jennifer a hug and a kiss.
“I’m so happy for you Jennifer,” Parvati murmured, “I’m glad you’re well and truly feeling better...”
Daphne and Fleur both gave the blushing girl cuddles and kisses too, offering Jennifer their own congratulations as Dora and the Potters grinned.

~o0o~

The Ministry flag rippled in the wind above a country manor as a rousing march played. A large gathering of witches and wizards supplicated themselves subserviently before Minister Umbridge as she rode a carriage pulled by a number of miserable looking house-elves.
But a single row of wizards and witches of regal bearing stood at attention in front of the kneeling crowd--Harry presumed the standing wizards were the most prominent heads of Pureblood Houses as one of them looked like Lucius Malfoy.
Deputy Minister Percy Weasley bowed to the Minister, then introduced her to the acquiescent throngs, extolling the virtues of loyalty to the Ministry, and of an orderly society in which everyone knew their proper place.
At the end of the sequence the Wiz-Vision displayed Educational Decree #23 again.
Harry rolled his eyes and snorted as Hermione bristled beside him. Fred, George, and Angelina had opted to eat breakfast with the Unaffiliated that morning and they burst into gales of laughter when the scene concluded. Many of the students immediately lost interest in what they had seen the enormous screen, but a few aimed fearful glances at the Carrows.
All things considered, lessons that day went quite smoothly. Malfoy and McLaggen both seemed to be keeping their distance, though Draco could be heard loudly boasting about his father’s “special relationship” with the Minister at every opportunity to anyone who would listen.
“Bloody git,” Harry muttered as the Fourth Year members of the Unaffiliated made their way to Care of Magical Creatures. “The way he goes on about the Minister, anyone would think that she’s his new mum.”
“She might be more or less Harry,” Hermione responded quietly. “The Minister has obviously been harbouring them personally since she got them out of Azkaban. And that was months and months ago. For all we know, Minister Umbridge and Lucius Malfoy have developed an intimate relationship.”
“Urgh... You can’t be serious,” gasped Parvati, flicking her sleek black tail. “She’s hideous...”
Daphne wrinkled her nose in distaste and made a retching sound. “I can’t imagine Mr Malfoy even being attracted to her--she looks like a toad. What would someone as high and mighty as him even see in her?”
“Well, looks aren’t everything,” said Luna, frowning slightly as her fluffy white tail whisked. “People can be attracted to each other for different reasons. But I admit the Minister is as revolting on the inside as she appears to be on the outside.”
“You’re right Luna,” Hermione nodded. “I don’t think looks really come into it. I expect it’s more a matter of convenience for Mr Malfoy. The Minister has what he wants--political access, and she released him from prison. He’ll probably do anything to keep her happy to stay close to Power. He’s probably just using her...”
“And she him,” Harry interjected. “She’s manipulating Lucius Malfoy as much as he is her. It’s obviously a mutually beneficial relationship. I just hope the Order has Narcissa Black well protected,” Harry concluded darkly as they entered the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest near Hagrid's hut.
Jennifer remained silent as she followed the conversation. She had never met Lucius Malfoy, but he sounded as horrid as any of the other followers of Snakeface which she had come across. But the topic was soon forgotten when Hagrid introduced the class to creatures that were invisible to most of the students except for the members of the Coven.
Jennifer shrank back from the eerie black skeletal horse-like creatures with bat-wings. The Potters instinctively put their arms around her protectively. Harry gulped, thinking the creatures looked rather ominous and forbidding, but Hermione purred slightly.
“Oooh... Thestrals!” said Luna happily. “They pull the carts up to school from the railway station that carry all the students after First Year...”
“Right ye are Miss Lovegood,” beamed Hagrid. “Very misunderstood creatures they are...”
“Oh, yeah...” said Harry, as recognition set in, “I read about them in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. But why haven’t I seen them before then? And why are we the only ones that can...?” asked Harry.
“Because we’ve seen Death, Harry,” Hermione responded in sad voice. “And lots of it...”
“Oh... that’s right. I think I remember now,” Harry nodded as the description from Fantastic Beasts drifted back to the forefront of his mind. “I’d forgotten all about them. It’s alright Jennifer, they’re not so bad...”
“Quite righ’ Harry...” Hagrid cheerfully agreed as he chucked large slabs of raw meat at the Thestrals. “Very gentle creatures really!” he said as the creatures began ravenously tearing at the slabs of raw meat with razor sharp fangs.

~o0o~

“Wicked Harry!” Fred grinned.
“Isn’t it though!?” said Ginny, “Neville and I have been training with them for a few weeks here.” Neville nodded in agreement.
“This is bloody brilliant!” said George in an awed tone, “We had no idea this room even existed.”
“Remember, you’ve got to keep this a secret,” Harry warned. “It wouldn’t do for the Carrows, or any of the cretins like Malfoy or McLaggen to find out about the Room of Requirement.”
“Don’t worry Harry. You can trust us,” Padma promised as she gave him a hug.
“I know I can,” Harry said, his face reddening. “I just want to make sure you’re careful when you meet us here...”
“And thanks for inviting us,” Susan Bones beamed and threw her arms around Harry too, giving him a kiss on the cheek as his blush deepened. “Hermione told me that we were the only ones you trusted enough to let us in on everything.”
Hermione purred as her bushy ginger tail wriggled cheerfully. The rest of the Coven all made their confidence in Harry’s convictions abundantly clear.
Fred and George eyed Ginny with admiration, seeing her with new eyes.
“Good on you oh sister of ours--you’ve done the Weasley name proud...” said Fred.
“You managed to keep Harry and Hermione’s secret good and proper...” George continued.
“And you helped to fight the Noseless Wonder’s army...”
“Dad didn’t even tell us that,” George chortled.
“I suppose he didn’t want to alarm Mum,” snickered Fred.
“So, where do we start, Harry?” George asked.
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