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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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Hermione purred in contentment, kneading and occasionally licking Harry’s bare chest as they lay together in the field of long golden grasses and purple wildflowers by the shimmering deep-blue water of the lake under the bright sun. It felt amazingly life-like even though every brush-stroke was visible in every blade of grass which surrounded the Potters’ naked figures, and in every ripple on the surface of the lake.
A large wooden frame hung in mid-air nearby, through which they could both still see the unused classroom on the other side. The only other thing besides the painted textures of their surroundings which made it obvious that the apparently three dimensional world they were in wasn’t quite “real,” was the fact that to either side of the frame the world faded into a colourless blankness at an angle concomitant to the perspective at which it had been painted. It was as if they were inside a life-size diorama--the mountains behind the Potters even appeared to be quite some distance away.
“I reckon we could keep walking that direction and climb those mountains Hermione,” Harry marveled. “I suppose there’s no backside to them though...”
“I think you’re right Harry--it would seem that each painting is a finite space only containing whatever was in the visual field that the painter could fit onto the canvas. I expect if we walked off into the blank bits of space at the sides, we’d emerge into the ‘world’ of the next nearest picture in the classroom, just like the wizard portraits do.”
“It would be really weird if this was a lot less realistic picture--like a cartoon,” Harry mused.
Hermione giggled. “That wouldn’t be so bad. Can you imagine being inside an Impressionist, the later period ones I mean--or even worse--a Cubist painting?”
Harry thought back to some of the paintings in the London art museums that Hermione had taken him to and his mind boggled.
“Er... some of those Post-Impressionist ones like some of van Gogh’s would be really interesting actually--Starry Night would be amazing--but Cubist... no... definitely not! I think I’d go mad inside a Picasso. I wonder if someone saw us in a painting though, would we look like we were painted in the style of the painting too?” Harry wondered.
Hermione thought for a moment, imagining herself as a Monet girl, or even a Renoir nude. She began to flush and her nipples hardened again at the very idea.
“Well... have a really good look at me Harry,” Hermione giggled again as she shimmied her breasts in front of Harry’s face. “Do you see any paintbrush-strokes?”
Harry grinned and captured the pink tips of Hermione’s bouncing little globes with his fingers, shaking his head.
“Only the ones that I painted on you myself,” he replied with a chuckle as he eyed the Runic and Chinese symbol tattoos. “Shame really... you’d be a gorgeous Early Impressionist painting Hermione. I might have a go at painting you myself next summer when I’ve got the time... but I promise not to make you look like a Matisse!”
Harry found himself in another heated embrace with his nude wife as they rolled around in the painted grasses and wildflowers. Hermione wrapped her legs around Harry’s backside, meowing, and her furry tail began to flail wildly as Harry’s penis entered her again.

~o0o~

The Saturday morning sun glimmered on the surface of the Black Lake as some ducks flew by quacking. Harry peered around nervously, spying a few students further up the hillside on the lawn, and shared a look with Hermione before turning back to Viktor Krum.
“Are you sure it’s alright you being seen with us Viktor?” Harry asked.
Viktor snorted with a humourless laugh, and glanced at his girlfriend, Lavender Brown, and then at Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang.
“It matters little--the Slytherins, with the exception of Theodore, Blaise, and a few others, most of them do not trust me anyvay,” Viktor replied. “They already know zat ve are all friends since the Trivizard Tournament last school-year. I vill help train those few zat ve can trust.”
“And whatever happens Harry, you can count on me.” Cedric smiled sincerely. “I’m in all the way. I’ll start training some of the other Hufflepuffs--but only the ones I’m sure of--and Cho of course. And we’ll give Padma and a few of the other Ravenclaws as much help as we can to form their own defence team as well.”
“Excellent! Thanks loads Cedric,” said Harry, returning his smile. “Hermione, Dora, and I have our hands full as it is. This’ll make it easier for Susan and Padma if they can train with you a bit too during the week... And it’ll be much safer for all of us to work in small groups when it’s most convenient--especially given our different schedules....”
“The Twins are fast learners, they’ll be able to pick up enough on the weekends with us to pass it on to the Gryffindors the rest of the week. I don’t know how much time we have before the Minister makes her next big play--but I’m thinking she’ll try to gin up a good excuse to sack Dumbledore sometime within the next few weeks.”
“After that, all bets are off on how long we have before she comes after me and Hermione. So we’ll just have to train up as many trustworthy people as best as we can in the meantime. And don’t forget--protecting muggleborn students are the top priority once Dumbledore’s gone--the Minister won’t be as keen on harming purebloods--and she’s more concerned about halfbloods ‘knowing their place’ than doing them in.”
“Except for Harry... and anyone who openly tries to help us of course!” Hermione exclaimed vehemently, punctuating her declaration with an angry wag of her bushy tail.

~o0o~

“Bloody Hell!” gasped Harry when he reappeared on the other side of the Room of Requirement, doubled over and looking like he was about to throw up. Hermione regarded Harry sympathetically, still appearing rather green herself.
“That was even worse than side-along apparition with Madam Pomfrey or Dumbledore,” Harry muttered. “I felt like my head was going to implode...”
“It’s like being sucked through a straw...” Parvati agreed, who was still feeling quite ill.
Parvati’s sleek black tail drooped miserably to the floor. Luna gave her a comforting hug and kiss on the cheek. Surprisingly, Luna was the only one who hadn’t felt sick after her first solo apparition.
“Zat was ‘orrible...” moaned Fleur. “I was already in too much shock from ze pain of my broken legs to notice how awful it felt when Madame Maxime collected me from the maze!”
“Well, you’re doin’ very well, all things considered,” Dora said encouragingly. “Apparating gets a bit better after you’ve done it a few times. The fact that most of you ‘ave already experienced side-along apparition during the Third Task at least made it easier for you to accomplish by yourselves--If you ‘adn’t, it mighta taken you all a few more lessons...”
In fact, Daphne was the only one still struggling to twist into nothingness. Even Jennifer had managed to apparate. As she had been apparated more than once by the Auror who had collected her from the Dorset County Hospital before she had been brought to Hogwarts, Jennifer was able to remember how it was supposed to feel when it worked.
“Alright Daphne, let’s give it another go together then,” Dora kindly offered. She took Daphne’s arm, and with a loud crack they disappeared, reappearing seconds later with another noisy pop.
After a few minutes recovering, Daphne focused her intent with the destination firmly in mind. She turned on the spot and vanished. Moments later Daphne appeared next to the rest of the Coven and promptly emptied the contents of her stomach on the floor.
“Oh... well done Daphne!” said Hermione as she rubbed the other girl’s back. “Don’t feel bad--I threw up too.”
“Right... well that’s splendid,” Dora beamed as she pointed her wand and vanished the pile of vomit. “Now that you can all do it solo, we’ll just practice it for a bit, and then we’ll practice a bit more tomorrow mornin’...”
“Nobody splinched themselves, so that’s a jolly good sign. Once you know ‘ow to do it properly, it’s like riding a bicycle--you don’t really forget...”

~o0o~

After lunch, the Coven, Neville, and Ginny, continued training with the Twins, Susan, and Padma. Hermione noted with a bit of surprise that Harry had been absolutely correct regarding how rapidly the Twins picked things up.
According to Ginny, the Twins didn’t perform as well in school as their parents would have liked. But it was clear that if they applied themselves, Fred and George could easily be at the top of their classes.
Harry and Dora tried to pack as much into the lesson as possible. And Harry was less reticent than ever to have everyone practicing some of the more dangerous spells.
“Right, you have to be jolly careful when using this one,” Harry warned the newcomers authoritatively. “This curse is a bit dark--so it’s one you want to keep in reserve as a last resort and use only if you’re facing a particularly evil enemy who wouldn’t hesitate to cause great harm or even kill you...”
“It’s not an Unforgivable, and it’s good for when you want to stop an enemy in their tracks without necessarily killing them. But still--Sectumsempra can be very dangerous, and it’s potentially lethal...”

~o0o~

Sunday was much the same as Saturday as once again the Coven spent the morning practicing Apparition, and the afternoon training their friends how to fight with magical and muggle techniques. But as full as their days were, Harry and Hermione diligently studied their advanced coursework in the evenings.
By Sunday evening, Harry was reasonably certain that he could modify the Invisibility Spell to work on portions of a person’s anatomy after he had managed to modify the spell to make only the handle of a teacup disappear. He lifted the teacup by its invisible handle and smiled.
He would have to experiment with the modified charm on an object transfigured into an organic ‘living’ simulacrum of an animal first though, before trying it on Hermione’s tail and ears. So Harry began skimming through the Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Year Transfiguration books too, until he began to feel tired.
Feeling satisfied that he had studied enough for the evening, Harry decided to have a look at whatever Hermione was working on. She was intensely focused on a spell which had caught her attention in the “ridiculously advanced” Charms book.
“It’s an Undetectable Extension Charm Harry. It’s brilliant, but quite complex...”
“And illegal for private use too apparently,” muttered Harry as he peered at page Hermione was reading. “I wonder why though? It doesn’t look like a bad thing. It just makes loads more space on the inside of things than there is on the outside--like Sirius’s tent.”
“It’s not so much the spell itself Harry,” Hermione responded, “It’s using the spell on muggle objects which might fall into their hands and possibly create a breach of the Statute of Secrecy which is illegal, so the Ministry has restricted the spell’s use to the Ministry itself, or licensed manufacturers of certain wizarding products like the tents many people had at the World Cup, and the trunks we bring to school...”
“Still... seems bloody ridiculous to me,” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes. “What a load of hypocritical rubbish. I mean, it’s an undetectable charm for one thing... and tents and trunks are used by muggles too!”
“The only reason I can think of for only allowing the Ministry and ‘licensed manufacturers’ to use the spell, is to make whoever owns the company enchanting tents and trunks bloody rich. I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the pureblood families owns the company and got the law passed just so that they could make a fortune by monopolising the use of the spell.”
Hermione frowned as she considered what Harry was saying carefully.
“I think you’re right Harry,” she responded. “I was just going to use it anyway, because I think we’ll need to charm some bags so that we can pack everything we’ll need in them and carry them around with us if we have to leave in a hurry... And the Ministry is just a hotbed of corruption at the moment, so I'm not particularly fussed about breaking a capricious law!”
“And the more I think about it Hermione, why are some wizard families so filthy rich, and others so poor anyway? ...It’s even less fair for things to be like that in the wizard world than it is in the muggle world. As I look at all of the advanced material we’ve been studying, I can see that there is loads of stuff that wizards can do that I’d never even thought about until recently...”
Harry’s face flushed angrily and Hermione could see that Harry was starting to get worked up. But she remained quiet, because she had never considered all of the ramifications either. Hermione suddenly realised that was probably because she had grown up with plenty of everything, including attentive parents (at least until she’d turned part cat and her father had disowned her), and lovely holidays abroad.
Harry had grown up with next to nothing to call his own, and had been neglected and abused. His sense of the unfairness of things flooded Hermione’s own kneazle-enhanced sense of empathy and she let Harry continue to rant as her furry tail and ears quivered with emotion.
“The exceptions to Gamp’s Law of Elemental Transfiguration may mean that you can’t create basic things like gold and food out of thin air, but if you’ve got a bit of food, you can increase the quantity, and you can transform it into anything you like too,” Harry thundered.
“And why do WIZARDS need gold anyway? I mean sure... maybe a bit of it, but as far as I can see, there are loads of spells which could be put to use making whatever we need and comfortable spacious homes to live in really easily...”
“I know that not everyone is going to be good at every kind of magic there is, but it’s obvious that those who are good at certain things can help make up for whatever other wizards might lack...”
“It’s just so bloody unfair Hermione! Even though Purebloods have been frowned upon since the late 1940’s--until recently--they’ve still been allowed to manipulate laws to guarantee their wealth at the expense of everyone else!”
“I swear Hermione, if we can put an end to Minister Umbridge’s regime, I’m going to do everything in my power as a member of the Wizengamot to make some bloody changes in Wizarding Britain! And we should do something for Muggle society too. Why should poor Muggles have to suffer when Wizards have so much to offer to the rest of the world...?”
Harry was fuming, and he was intending to go on about putting the Gold that Sirius had given him to better use to help others too, but he suddenly noticed the tears streaming down Hermione’s flushed cheeks as she bit her quivering lower lip to keep from sobbing. Harry’s anger vanished as rapidly as it had onset, only to be replaced by an overwhelming feeling of guilt. His own eyes began leaking and he immediately hugged his weeping wife.
“I’m so sorry Hermione...” Harry gasped as he panicked, “I didn’t mean to upset you... I just... I just lost my head...”
Harry was stunned when Hermione crushed her lips against his own to shut him up. Her bushy ginger tail curled around him and her intoxicating scent began to calm him. After a few moments their lips parted wetly, and Hermione leaned back to peer into Harry’s iridescent green eyes.
“No Harry, don’t you ever apologise for being who you are,” Hermione began, “I’m only upset because I feel you in my heart so deeply that it hurts--everything you said is true! And that’s why I love you so much--your compassion--your sense of fairness and wanting to treat everyone kindly--that’s what I want as well...”
“I wanted to save House Elves from slavery... you actually FREED one Harry, and Dobby is happier for it. I’ve always believed in fairness, and kindness, and equality too...”
“But... but I thought that people would see who I was--I thought that they would be able to see beyond my intellect and my thirst for knowledge--to see the real me... but they never did! And when I first came to Hogwarts, I... I actually thought studying hard and following the rules here would be different... that people might actually like me more in the wizard world than they did in the muggle world...”
“I’d never had any real friends before Hogwarts, because people always made fun of me for being smart--but it turned out to be just the same here... Ron tried to be a friend after the Troll Incident, but he always hated me being smarter than him--except when I was doing his homework.”
“You were the first person to ever not pick on me for being clever! You never once called me a 'know-it-all'--but you also made me see what I missed, that some rules were arbitrary and unfair, that people in authority aren’t always right... and that there is more to being smart than book knowledge. You showed me that there were more important things... like friendship and bravery... and Love.”
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