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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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“Professor” Amycus Carrow cast his gaze across the Great Hall at the Fourth Year students, his eyes narrowing and a thin sly smile creeping to his lips when he spied Harry Potter.
“Well, well... Here we all are!” the Inquisitor drawled, “Finally, at long last, Hogwarts will be providing the knowledge which is necessary for a proper appreciation of the Traditions and Heritage of our ancient wizarding culture.”
“The Ministry believes that for far too long have those with less than full... genetic potential, been allowed to join wizard society with less than adequate respect for their superiors, and an unacceptably low level of understanding of our Culture for complete assimilation...”
Hermione’s bushy tail bristled angrily, and it took Harry an incredible amount of restraint--every ounce of his will--to prevent himself from objecting in a furious outburst to Amycus Carrow’s vile rhetoric. He knew it would do nobody any good to deliberately antagonise the Inquisitor.
Professor Carrow’s first lesson consisted mostly of an examination of the Sacred 28--those families which had been considered the most Pureblood family lines of the surviving Pureblood Houses when the Pureblood Directory had been created in the 1930’s. Every student received an updated copy of the Directory to study, and the lecture was accompanied by images on the Wiz-Vision screen of the most important historical and current Heads of Houses, interspersed with diagrammes of some of the family trees.
As Amycus Carrow explained it, there were still roughly 50 “Pureblood” Houses in Britain, even today, but the Pureblood Directory only contained those whose families were deemed the “Purest” for one reason or another.
Early drafts of the Directory which had been discovered, had apparently contained 29 family names, and Professor Carrow seemed to relish revealing the fact that--although they were one of the oldest lines--the Potter family had been excluded by the time of publication due to their appalling lack of respect for blood-status. Amycus smirked nastily and looked right at Harry as Draco Malfoy and a number of Slytherins chortled gleefully.
Harry rolled his eyes and yawned to show that he couldn’t care less. But he was interested to see that as the Directory had originally been published in the 1930's, the Gaunt line appeared to end with a question mark.
By all indications, Tom Riddle had chosen not to update the status of the Gaunt Family with his name in order to hide the fact that his father had actually been a muggle--a fact that was apparently only known to members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Coven. Harry whispered his bemusement to Hermione.
“I expect only Wormtail knew,” Hermione quietly responded. “He was the only one with Voldemort at Riddle Manor when he returned Tom Riddle to a proper body. Maybe Tom told Bellatrix too--but it’s hard to know for certain. Obviously he didn’t see fit to tell anyone at all during the first war.”
Harry nodded in agreement and returned his attention to Mr Carrow’s lecture.
Decades had gone by with the Directory containing only the Sacred 28. A fair number of students looked thoroughly embarrassed to see their family names included on the list, including Daphne, Neville, Ernie MacMillan, and Hannah Abbott.
Harry wasn’t too surprised when Professor Carrow explained that the blood-status of the Black Family and the Weasley family had recently been downgraded to “Questionable” due to the “lack of respect” shown for their heritage by the current Heads of those Houses.
Harry knew Sirius and Narcissa Black wouldn’t care, and he presumed that Arthur Weasley didn’t give a rat’s arse either.
“Hey Weaselby,” Draco taunted Ron under his breath, “How does it feel to be disowned.”
“Shove it Malfoy!” Ron retorted bitterly. Ron honestly didn’t give a fig if his family was known as “blood traitors,” but he hated that Malfoy had another piece of ammunition to goad him with.

~o0o~

As the students filed out of the Great Hall following the Cultural Studies lesson, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini dawdled as Draco and the other Fourth Year Slytherins made their way to their common room in the dungeons. Finally they spotted Harry emerging from the Great Hall with Hermione.
“Oi... Harry, over here,” said Blaise, trying to get Harry’s attention.
“Hi Blaise,” Harry said warmly, “So, was your summer alright then?”
“Better than Theo’s anyway,” Blaise replied with a hint of irony and sympathy. Theodore Nott reddened slightly.
“I’m sorry Harry, Hermione,” Theo mumbled awkwardly, “I... I hope that stupid class didn’t upset you too much...”
“Me too,” Pansy agreed earnestly, also looking very embarrassed, “We don’t believe that pureblood rubbish anymore...”
“It’s alright, really,” Hermione gratefully interjected. “We know you’ve all changed...”
“It’s not just us,” Pansy added. “There’s loads more Slytherins who are questioning things this year. Mostly Astoria Greengrass’s friends, but a few others too.”
Pansy appeared to be straining not to cry, “I... I already apologised to Parvati and Luna at the Yule Ball for egging on Draco and the others last year, but I... I never properly apologised to you two for my previous behaviour. I’m really, really sorry... for everything I’ve ever said or done to you and your friends.”
The tears which Pansy was unsuccessfully trying to hold back began to trickle down her blazing red cheeks. “And... and after what Draco did to Astoria, it really made me see how utterly horrid and depraved he really is... I HATE him!!!”
Everyone was quiet for a few moments after that while Pansy cried. Hermione’s furry tail flicked as she and Harry regarded Pansy sympathetically. Hermione couldn’t help herself, startling Pansy with a hug. Blaise glanced around anxiously to make sure that no Slytherins were watching.
“Er... anyway Harry,” Blaise said when Pansy stopped crying and Hermione let go of her, “We just wanted you to know, there’s a small group of us Slytherins, who are all on your lot’s side. If you need any help with anything, just let us know!”
Theo suddenly spoke up again, “And... and you probably ought to know Harry--Draco and Crabbe and Goyle, they’ve been talking about how Dumbledore must have given you a secret weapon to use against V...V...Voldemort’s army--and they’ve been saying that they and the Carrows have been ordered to try and find out what it is... by any means necessary....”
“But they’re biding their time for a bit,” Blaise added. “They’re just waiting for the Minister to get around to removing Dumbledore...”

~o0o~

After talking to Blaise, Theodore, and Pansy, Harry and Hermione began studying the new lesson plan for Charms that Professor Flitwick had given them while the rest of the Unaffiliated got on with their own homework.
Harry flicked through his own syllabus and his eyes lit on an Invisibility Spell. It was ostensibly applied only to objects--like cloaks--but it struck Harry that it would be even more effective than a Disillusionment Charm if he could modify it. He glanced at Hermione who was also reading ahead in her syllabus to get an overview.
Excitedly Harry grabbed the Fifth Year Charms Book which Flitwick had given him, and studied the Invisibility Spell. He also opened his Achievements in Charming--the book of Charms Theory used to study for OWL’s--and found the section describing spell modification.

~o0o~

It was an excited Ron and Ginny who joined the Unaffiliated that evening for dinner. Ron was accompanied by Seamus and Ginny by Neville, both of whom looked quite proud of their respective companions.
“I can’t believe it Harry,” Ron gasped, “I actually made the Quidditch team this year... I got the Keeper position.”
“We can’t believe it either,” snorted Fred, “I don’t know what Angelina was thinking...” he said with a wink.
Ron and Ginny both glared and George shot Fred a reproving look. Fred shut-up immediately, an apologetic expression replacing the teasing one.
“Don’t listen to him, Ron,” said George kindly, “Fred’s only joking--we’re both really proud of you--aren’t we Fred!?”
“Of course we are,” Fred hurriedly agreed. “I’m sorry Ron. Old habits... You practiced really hard once we got back from holiday in Egypt--you deserve it... really, I mean it!”
Ron looked mollified and nodded his acceptance of Fred’s apology.
“And I made the team too,” Ginny squealed gleefully. “I’m going to be the Seeker this year.”
“That’s bloody brilliant!” said Harry with a grin. He was really pleased that Ron was finally getting a chance to shine in something. “I can’t wait to see you both play in the first match...”
“That’s wonderful,” said Hermione, her furry ears twitching sincerely, “I’m so thrilled for you both!”
Dora gave Ginny a hug and smiled a bit stiffly at Ron. “Smashing! Kudos you two...”
Fleur, Daphne, and Jennifer all added their congratulations as well.
Luna’s fluffy white tail waved happily. “They’ll have to change the name of the team to Team Weasley...” she giggled.
“Mind you, not all of the Gryffindor’s are pleased about that...” George interjected.
“McLaggen wanted to try out for both positions, but McGonagall wouldn’t let him,” Fred smirked, “Said he was still on probation as far as she’s concerned...”
“...and some of the other Gryffindor’s are accusing Angelina of favouritism,” chimed in George.
“So who else is on the team then?” asked Parvati with a cheerful wriggle of her sleek black tail.
“Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet are still on the team as Chasers,” Ginny responded gleefully, “That means for the first time in fifteen years the girls will outnumber the boys--according to McGonagall,” she chortled.
Fred made a face and rolled his eyes, but then he quickly gave Ginny a hug to show that he was just joking.
George gave Ron a serious look, “That means you’ll have to be on your best behaviour Ron.”
“I’ll do my best t’be nice...” Ron swallowed nervously, his ears turning pink. “I promise!”
“And I’ll try harder not to be such a berk too,” Seamus muttered, his own features flushing. “Mebbe it’ll help Ron if we both work on it together.”
Harry suddenly remembered something that he had forgotten about for a long time. He whispered in one of Hermione’s fuzzy pointed ears and she nodded, smiling.
“Er... hang on, I’ll be right back,” said Harry, getting up from the Mingling Table as everyone eyed him curiously. Ten minutes later, Harry returned with a small colourfully wrapped parcel.
“Erm... this was going to be your Christmas present last year,” Harry smiled awkwardly as he offered the parcel to Ron. “You might as well have it now...”
Ron gaped at Harry. Then he swallowed again and looked abashed, remembering how he had treated Harry during the Triwizard Tournament. He knew that his rather insincere attempt to apologise after Harry had won the First Task had been pretty pathetic. And Ron wasn’t sure that he had done anything to really make up for his behaviour yet.
It suddenly struck Ron how deeply Harry must still care about him, even though they weren’t best mates anymore. He knew it was true in his head, because Harry had saved him from Towler and McLaggen. But it hadn’t quite sunk in because Ron had also felt a deep sense of shame when Harry had told McLaggen that he hated bullying gits. And Ron still hadn’t got over feeling ashamed for being so jealous of Harry and belittling Hermione so often.
“Th...thanks Harry,” Ron stammered, his eyes stinging with tears.
“Go on then... open it!” said Harry, his smile broadening.
Ron tore at the wrapping and his jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe it.
“Omnioculars,” he croaked as the wetness in his eyes leaked. “Th... thanks again Harry. I... I dunno what else to say. They’re bloody expensive these are--I’ve been dying for a pair of these since...”
“Since the World Cup! I know,” Harry grinned. “I saw you admiring Hermione’s and mine, and I got these for you at the beginning of Third Year, before the Triwizard Tournament started. But then... you know...”
Hermione purred and squeezed her husband’s hand proudly, knowing how lucky she was to have found someone as kind and forgiving as Harry to be with.

~o0o~
“That was really sweet of you Harry.” Hermione kissed Harry tenderly in the unused classroom in which Harry had once found the Mirror of Erised.
“Thanks Hermione!” Harry responded softly. “I... well... it just seemed like the right time. I know Ron’s still a thickhead--but he really seems to be sincere about trying not to be quite so much... and it was just nice seeing him so happy, and having an opportunity t’be good at something everybody loves, like Quidditch.”
“I feel the same way Harry,” Hermione kissed him again and held him close, feeling his heart beat next to her own as her tabby ginger tail coiled in happiness. “It’ll give Ron a chance to step out of his brothers’ shadows a bit...”
“Even though they’re all on the same team?” Harry chuckled, knowing that Fred and George might not let Ron live it down if he blew his chance.
“Especially as they’re on the same team,” Hermione purred. “They really are proud of Ron! I know Fred can be a bit pushy at times, and the Twins and Ginny all think Ron is a dunderhead, but they really do love Ron much more than he realises. They’ll all help him as much as they can. I could sense it very strongly.”
“Good, that’s excellent then,” Harry sighed with relief. The last thing he wanted was for Ron’s experience on the Gryffindor team to end in disaster. “And it’ll be fun to watch them play. I turned down Dumbledore’s offer to form an Unaffiliated Quidditch team you know--I’m much happier doing well in school and having plenty of time to spend with you and the Coven...”
Hermione’s purring grew louder and their kisses became more passionate as her bushy tail entwined around Harry. She caught a glimpse of the sunny golden meadow by a glistening blue lake in the painting behind Harry out of the corner of her eye and had a naughty idea.
“Why don’t we continue this inside the landscape painting Harry--now that we’ve finally managed to perform the Pictura Portus Charm?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Harry retorted with a smirk as he made sure the door to the classroom was well and truly locked.
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