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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242819 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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“Bloody Hell Harry, I hurt all over,” groaned George. “What did you and Dora teach these girls?”
“Remind me never to prank this lot,” Fred moaned at his twin as he looked up at Ginny and Daphne from the floor.
“Are you alright?” asked Daphne, worry etched on her features. “I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to hurt you. I held back as much as possible.”
George guffawed, “Blimey, if that was you two holding back, I never want to be on your bad sides! Some Beaters we are--if Oliver could see us now, he’d cut us from the team.”
“That's why we're lucky Angelina's captain of the team this year...” muttered Fred.
“Nice work on Fred, Daphne,” giggled Ginny. “And I never thought I’d see the day that I could clobber Fred or George at anything.”
“Très bien Daphne,” said Fleur proudly, giving her a kiss.
Harry and Dora grinned. Hermione’s tail swished mirthfully; Neville chuckled and the rest of the Coven tittered. Susan and Padma were both sprawled out moaning on the floor as well, but they managed a few chortles, seeing that Daphne and Ginny had laid out the Twins with such little effort.
“Don’t worry. We’ll focus on combat spells this weekend,” said Harry sympathetically. “It’s good to know a few muggle fighting techniques too though. Once you’re halfway decent, you should start training some of the other Gryffindors.”

~o0o~

Following the training in the Room of Requirement, and after dinner, Harry spent the next two hours painting Runes and Chinese symbols on all of the members of the Coven in the Unaffiliated Common Room.
Harry grinned when all of the girls stripped down to their undergarments ready to be tattooed. Apparently modesty was a thing of the past now that Jennifer was completely comfortable.
“I visited Lupin and Sirius earlier today,” said Dora as Harry inked her. “Lupin told me I should teach you lot ‘ow to apparate seein’ as he can’t come up to the Castle at the moment...”
“I spoke to Dumbledore about it,” Dora continued, “and he says we can practice in the Room of Requirement--we won’t be able to go beyond the Room of course, but ‘e says the Room’s magic should allow us to apparate from one spot to another within its confines.”
Harry’s brows furrowed in thought. “Alright... it looks like we’ll be spending a lot of time in the Room of Requirement this weekend then. Maybe we’ll practice apparating in the mornings. I’ll tell the Twins and Padma and Susan to come for training in the afternoons.”
“Sounds like a plan Harry,” Dora agreed.
Harry glanced around when he heard the piano, spying Hermione and Jennifer both playing together. He smiled when he heard Parvati’s lilting voice joining in. Luna had finally managed to convince Parvati to sing for everyone.
Fleur and Daphne seemed moved to tears by the song. Harry thought he recognised the tune as a particularly soulful Celtic folk song that Aunt Petunia would often listen to when Vernon wasn’t around.
The only time he could remember Petunia ever listening to music was when Uncle Vernon had been at work. She had been particularly fond of folk music and opera but Uncle Vernon had apparently despised it. Harry felt his own eyes grow watery as the memories mingled with the present. He took off his glasses and wiped his blurry eyes so that he could see properly to finish tattooing Dora.
“Cor, Luna was right,” Dora marveled. “Parvati’s got a lovely singing voice... and I ‘ad no idea that Hermione could play the piano too.”
“Yeah, she just started playing again recently,” Harry said creakily. He cleared his throat. “Oh, by the way Dora. I’ve been thinking--Hermione’s birthday is coming up in a few weeks, and I had an idea that’s long overdue...”

~o0o~

“That feels lovely Jennifer,” Luna purred happily as Jennifer ran her fingers through the silky long white fur of the nude cat-witch’s tail.
Luna arched and meowed, rubbing her cheek against Jennifer’s. Luna reached one of her hands between Jennifer’s thighs and fondled her moistening slit. Jennifer began to stroke the furry white strip along Luna’s spine with one hand and captured one of Luna’s breasts with the other.
Parvati’s satiny black tail wriggled blissfully and she moaned as Dora’s skillful tongue delved into Parvati’s pink crevice. But Parvati’s moans were muffled as her own lips and tongue were busily occupied with Dora’s convulsing wet labia, the older girl’s thighs wrapped around her head.
Jennifer giggled when the bed shook as the other two writhing girls climaxed beside them. She turned her gaze back to the dirty-blonde cat-witch and melted in Luna’s silvery-grey eyes.
“Thanks for inviting me and Dora to spend the night with you and Parvati,” Jennifer kissed Luna humidly. “If it weren’t for you... I might still be hiding under a bush--frightened and alone.”
“We love you Jennifer,” murmured Luna. “We were just waiting until we knew you were ready. You belong with all of us--with the Coven... You always have!”

~o0o~

A delightful sensation slowly roused Harry. He blinked his bleary eyes and reached for his glasses. He grinned when he spied Daphne’s golden-blonde head bobbing up and down his erection as she sucked him off. Harry peered over at Hermione who was also stirring awake due to the fact that Fleur’s platinum head was engaged between his wife’s thighs.
Harry and Hermione exchanged wet kisses as Daphne and Fleur brought them both to completion. The bed rocked, and the chamber echoed with meows as Hermione drenched Fleur’s face and Harry’s semen spurted into Daphne’s throat.
As the foursome showered together that morning, the Potters returned the favour, wrenching squeals of delight from Fleur and Daphne. Dressed and ready for breakfast, Daphne, Fleur and the Potters exchanged grins and smirks with the other foursome exiting Luna and Parvati’s suite.
Everyone at the Mingling Table was drinking coffee that morning.
Harry had been dead tired after tattooing everyone last night, but the girls had all been so turned on by the sensation of his ink brushes dancing across their skin that he didn’t have the heart to turn Fleur and Daphne down when they had asked if they could spend the night with the Potters.
Thankfully, Luna and Parvati had been eager to invite Dora and Jennifer to their own quarters. Harry wasn’t sure that he could have managed a full romp with the lot of them... but his mind whirred with plans for the next most convenient time for a group get-together.
Harry was distracted from his rumination by the morning’s Wiz-Vision broadcast. This one was quite a bit lengthier than the previous ones. A well groomed wizard was discussing the Daily Prophet’s top stories with a brassy looking witch who appeared to be doing a remarkably good impression of an older Rita Skeeter with even sharper features, far too much make-up, and redder hair.
“That reminds me,” Harry whispered to Hermione, “I wonder where Rita’s going to hide now. I haven’t seen her since the battle with Tom Riddle...”
“That’s a good question Harry,” Hermione replied quietly. She shook her bushy head in disbelief, “I still can’t get over her joining the Order. She’s in as much trouble as the rest of us might be if the Minister catches her...”
Sitting next to Hermione, Luna couldn’t help overhearing.
“She’s working with Daddy and the other Quibbler reporters now,” Luna murmured with a grin. “I found out after Dumbledore gave me my own handmirror when I was rearranging my schedule. I called Daddy after classes that day, and he told me that they’re working on a way to break into the Wiz-Vision broadcast so that they can do their own pirate broadcasts eventually. The Order bought a Wiz-Vision screen for them to experiment on. It might take a while before they work it out though.”
“That’s brilliant!” Harry whispered excitedly. “That reminds me, I need to talk to Dumbledore and make sure that we’ve all got our own mirrors. I still need to get a new one myself...”
He was distracted again though when Hermione’s tail bottlebrushed and she hissed. Harry turned back to look at the giant screen to see what had caught her attention.
“....Muggleborn Wizard Dick Turpentine was arrested by Aurors today on suspicion of stealing wands,” the fabulously coiffed wizard announcer was saying. “The investigation has been ordered to be turned over to the Unspeakable Office in the Department of Mysteries by the Minister--as the stolen wands were allegedly being distributed to muggles for their own use in an apparent scheme to challenge the authority of the Ministry.”
“Surely not, William!” gasped the brassy witch co-anchor in clearly feigned surprise. “How could a muggle possibly make use of a wand?”
“Ah, Endora... well, that is the million galleon question,” William the wizard news-anchor replied. “And that is why Dick Turpentine has been turned over to the Department of Mysteries for investigation.”
“Well, Head Auror Rufus Scrimgeour certainly can’t be happy about that...” Endora the witch co-anchor responded. “Could this possibly explain some of the recent statistics showing an uptick in the apparent birth of muggleborn wizards?”
“Indeed, perhaps this is even related to the recent events at Hogwarts and the second death of He-who-must-not-be-named,” William replied. “Who can be certain until the investigation is completed? But surely it is an open question given the muggleborn promoting proclivities of the Headmaster...”
“This could possibly even call into question the very notion of wizards ever actually being sired by muggles. Could this be the culmination of a centuries long conspiracy to breach the Statute of Secrecy by stealing wands and teaching muggles how to use them? If so, then every so-called muggleborn is plausibly suspect.”
Audible gasps of shock filled the Great Hall. Harry’s features turned livid as his nostrils flared; he glanced at Hermione who was as white as a ghost. Dora’s expression was nothing short of murderous and she instinctively put her arm around Jennifer. The rest of the Unaffiliated exchanged appalled looks.
“Well, William--that is certainly food for thought,” Endora said unctuously. “And with that, we conclude the very first broadcast of WVN’s Morning News Headlines in conjunction with the Daily Prophet. This has been Endora Le Fay...”
“...And William O’Hannity! Bringing Fair and Balanced news to you daily, because we’re looking out for you!” the wizard news anchor finished bombastically.
After the half hour news programme had finished, the screen once again displayed Educational Decree #23. Except for a few chortles from the Slytherin table, the Great Hall was silent.
All eyes turned to the Carrows whose countenances bore thin cruel smiles. Even the Headmaster turned to face them with the coldest expression Harry had ever seen on Dumbledore’s visage, since the day that Draco Malfoy had been arrested for the kidnapping and sexual assault of Daphne’s sister Astoria.
Gradually a murmur filled the hall as the students resumed eating their breakfasts and discussed the chilling turn of events. Many more students glanced fearfully at the Carrows that morning.

~o0o~

Classes were subdued that day, and most of the Professors were on edge, but they did their best to reassure the students that the speculations of the newscasters were entirely baseless and without merit.
History of Magic was the biggest surprise since breakfast though. Professor Binns made not a single mention of Goblin Uprisings. Instead, his entire lesson was devoted to a lecture on the history of the accomplishments and valiant deeds of muggleborn wizards.
Harry and Hermione were even more determined than ever to focus intently on their subjects. After they both performed the Banishing Charm perfectly on the first go, Professor Flitwick took them aside while the rest of the class struggled--though Parvati was doing quite well.
“My word, Mr and Mrs Potter!” Professor Flitwick led the Potters from their desks to a corner of the room away from the other students, speaking quietly so as not to be overheard, “It would appear that your skills may far outstrip the current year’s syllabus. And I must say, I was more than impressed with your remarkable feats during the Battle against Voldemort...”
“Why don’t you give me an idea of the charms you already know so that I can teach you something more appropriate to your skill levels? Don’t bother with listing the charms you have learned in my classes the last three years--I already know that you are both highly proficient in those, and while they are revised for each year's level, I don’t doubt that you could both perform them at OWL level were I to test you at this very moment.”
“Well... we both studied all the coursework for this year over the summer,” said Hermione, her furry ears flicking in consideration as she took a deep breath before she launched into a full speed recitation. “The spells are nearly all revisions of charms from earlier years except for the Banishing Charm, but Harry and I already know it because we read ahead during the Triwizard Tournament to try and learn as many useful spells as possible, and you taught us the Accio Charm last year already even though that had previously been part of the Fourth Year...”
“Ah, yes, of course,” Flitwick interjected with a nod, “Dumbledore suggested that I begin teaching that in the Third Year syllabus instead of Fourth Year. So... it would seem that it would be a waste of time for me to continue teaching you Fourth Year material. Alright then, go on...”
“Well, Hermione and I both practiced Protego during the Triwiz, and then the more advanced Shield spells over the summer in preparation for fighting Tom Riddle,” said Harry as he pondered the spells which they had learned outside of Charms courses in previous years, “And we both practiced the Stunning spell in Third Year...”
“Ah yes... If I recall Professor Lupin gave an all too brief overview towards the end of Third Year, those are typically taught in Fifth Year...”
“Actually, Harry and I learned Stupefy and the basic Protego before the First Task,” Hermione said proudly, “And we learned Bombarda for the Second and Third Tasks, then we practiced Bombarda Maxima and several incendiary explosive charms as well over the summer to fight Voldemort, and we learned the Aguamenti Charm for the First Task...”
“Hmmm... also Fifth Year Charms--and Aguamenti is a Sixth Year Charm...” the diminutive professor stroked his goatee thoughtfully. “Tell me--have you either of you practiced performing any spells nonverbally?”
“Er... nonverbally?” Harry looked puzzled.
“I mean without saying the incantations out loud.”
“Oh, I do almost all of them nonverbally,” responded Harry worriedly, “except for the Patronus Charm, I usually forget to say them out loud--I just do the spells automatically without thinking once I've lear...”
“Wait, did you just say you forget to say them out loud?” Flitwick looked a bit faint. “That... that’s perfectly appropriate Potter--usually people have to learn how to ‘forget’--in Sixth Year...” then it hit Professor Flitwick like a ton of bricks that Harry had mentioned something even more astonishing.
“Good Lord! Patronus Charms?” Professor Flitwick sputtered, his eyes bulging, “Those aren’t even part of the curriculum--they’re post-NEWT, generally only learned by wizards who are considering a career as an Auror or Unspeakable--and even then, most can only perform the basic shield... Can you perform Corporeal Patronuses?”
“All of us can,” Hermione beamed, “All of us who are in the Unaffiliated I mean--and so can Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom.”
Flitwick gaped at the Potters, momentarily speechless. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps the Potters had actually employed Patronus Charms against the Dementors who had invaded the grounds of Hogwarts at the conclusion of the Third Task. But that still didn't explain their apparent destruction, or did it?
Had the Potters actually invented a new Patronus effect? Filius Flitwick had been as mystified as everyone else had been by the demolished Dementors, but he was beginning to wonder now if he really had anything left to teach the Potters.
“Oh, and don’t forget Hermione,” Harry grinned at his wife, “Thanks to you, we learned the charms for making muggle electrical equipment work with magic instead of electricity.”
Harry reached into Hermione’s book bag and pulled out the “ridiculously advanced” Charms book they had been reading and handed it to Professor Flitwick.
“We’ve also been studying the spells in here, Sir,” said Harry. “We’re working on Pictura Portus at the moment, but I’ve also been looking at the Disillusionment Charm and wondering if I could modify it to work just on a section of a person... so that Hermione can go out in public without looking like she’s half-cat if she wants to...”
Hermione gasped, and forgetting that they were still in class, she flung her arms around Harry and kissed him as she blinked back tears. Fortunately, the corner of the class was relatively secluded and the other students were too busy practicing Banishing Charms to notice.
“I had no idea,” Hermione cried, “Th... thank you Harry... why didn’t you tell me?”
“It was supposed to be a surprise...” Harry reddened, realising that he’d said more than he meant to say to Professor Flitwick in his eagerness. “It’s going to be one of your birthday presents if I can manage to work it out in time...”
Professor Flitwick looked up from the thick book, shaking his head, still trying to process the incredible fact that the Potters should probably be in his Seventh Year class--with the exception of a few Sixth Year spells and perhaps one or two Fifth Year charms which they hadn’t learned yet.
Flitwick made a note to himself to create a structured Independent Study syllabus for the Potters to follow, so that they wouldn’t have any gaps in their knowledge as they moved forward with the Seventh Year material and the post-graduate book which they were already studying.

~o0o~
Harry and Hermione basked in the glow of Flitwick’s praises the rest of the day, the distress of the morning news long forgotten.
“So, the only class that Harry is still struggling in is Arithmancy,” Hermione proudly told Luna, Parvati, Daphne, and Jennifer, as they all made their way to the next class.
“Well, I doubt I’ll ever be any good at it,” Harry muttered, blushing furiously. “I’ll just be happy if I can continue to scrape Acceptables...”
“Don’t be silly Harry--I’m sure you’ll be getting E’s in Arithmancy before you know it,” Hermione said airily. “It doesn’t matter anyway. You’re far advanced in all of the most important classes. It’s no wonder that Professor Lupin and Sirius think you could easily take an extended leave of absence from Hogwarts without damaging your chances of graduating with honours...”
“We’re both almost ready to start Seventh Year level Potions, you’re brilliant in Ancient Runes, you should probably be in a Seventh Year Defence Against the Dark Arts class, you could probably pass your OWL’s in Transfigurations...”
To Harry’s dismay, Hermione kept gushing about Harry’s prodigious skills and exceptional study habits at every opportunity without pausing to take a breath, while the rest of the Unaffiliated giggled. Hermione didn’t stop until it was time for Amycus Carrow’s class.
The Inquisitor's class was the last full period that the Fourth Year members of the Unaffiliated had that day. He held it in the Great Hall to accommodate the Fourth Year students of all the Houses all at once. Professor Carrow oozed a malignant joy as he launched into his lesson which focused on the Blood lineage of the most prominent pureblood families in Britain.

AN: Response to reviews:
@ JustAReader: Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying Jennifer's journey. In answer to your question, in this fic the Triwizard Tournament happened in Third Year due to the events in Second Year which more or less nullified most of the plotline of PoA.
In Second Year, after Hermione turns Half-cat, Sirius Black was released from prison by Minister Fudge at Dumbledore's insistance after Pettigrew was discovered to be alive. Then the Minister was assassinated by Umbridge and she took over the Ministry and ordered the Triwizard Tournament to be reinstated the following year, as a means to get a foot in the door at Hogwarts and to sneakily have a go at offing Harry and Hermione.
@ Starr: Ooh, things will get Hairy at Hogwarts in upcoming chapters, but our valiant crew shall continue to (mostly) stay a step ahead. And even if Umbridge achieves some of her goals in the short-term, her "victories" will be pyrrhic, and I expect you will like some of the outcome... ;-)
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