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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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The Potters and the other members of the Unaffiliated were rather surprised to find Mr Carrow sitting in on Potions Class on Monday taking notes. Professor Snape appeared as inscrutable as ever, apparently doing his best to ignore Amycus, but Hermione could strongly sense his discomfort. And the atmosphere of the classroom, often heavy with steam and smells, was thick with the almost unbearable clouds of smugness emanating from Draco Malfoy.
Harry peered at Hermione with concern as he sensed her bristling beside him. She shook her head and he returned his attention to the potion which they were working on.
At the end of the lesson when Malfoy turned in his potion, Snape was forced to acknowledge him. Draco, never particularly good at keeping his thoughts or mood in check at the best of times, could barely contain his glee. But only Hermione could detect the sudden spike in Professor Snape’s consternation. Snape’s dark eyes glittered angrily as he watched Draco depart the dungeon classroom, following the Inquisitor.
Professor Snape spied Hermione looking at him with concern, and for a moment she could almost discern him trying to imperceptibly communicate with her. Then his walls went up and the door to his mind slammed shut.
Harry caught the exchange at the last moment when he looked up from the vial of potion he had just stoppered. Silently, Harry turned in the potion which he and Hermione had been working on. He raised his eyebrows questioningly at Snape, but the Potions professor simply jerked his head in the direction of Harry’s wife.
“What was that all about Hermione?” Harry quietly asked her as they left the dungeon, falling slightly behind the other members of the Unaffiliated. “Not Mr Carrow’s inspection--I understand that. He’s an Inquisitor, that’s what he’s really doing here... ‘investigating’ and trying to intimidate everyone. I mean what was up between you and Snape.”
“I think he was passing along a warning Harry,” Hermione replied with nearly a whisper. “I’m not sure how much longer Snape is going to be teaching Potions. Professor Slughorn may have to fill in after all...”
“Blimey... are you serious?” Harry’s blood ran cold. “I would have thought they were going after Dumbledore first...”
“I think they still are Harry...” Hermione’s furry ears flicked and worry crossed her features. “This was something else... something to do with Malfoy. I’m not sure what though.”
Harry considered the possibilities and his features darkened. There was only one thing which made any sense.
“Narcissa Black... Lucius Malfoy is going to try and get revenge. I just know it... I’ve been thinking about that since last week.”
“You might be right Harry... I’m just not sure. Professor Snape is a Legilimens, but I’m more of an ‘Empath.’ I’ve never practiced Legilimency, so all I could get was a general sense of whatever he was trying to communicate.”
Harry sighed. Legilimency seemed like it might be a worthwhile subject to pursue, but neither he nor Hermione had the time to learn something as complicated as that. But he didn’t need to be a Legilimens to know that Snape would do anything to protect Narcissa Black.

~o0o~

As he watched his students leaving the Potions classroom, Severus Snape hoped that Hermione Potter’s talents were enough to pick up at least the gist of the information which he had been trying to convey, without tipping off Draco Malfoy or Amycus Carrow that he had gleaned an inkling of what was to come from their minds.
Severus was infuriated that the Carrows had overturned the permanent suspensions of Draco’s gang from the Slytherin Quidditch Team. But there was nothing he could do about it due to the latest Educational Decree. After the morning’s newscast, the screen above the Staff Table had displayed Educational Decree Number 24 which had read simply: The Inquisitors shall have final authority to review and revise all disciplinary proceedings at Hogwarts.
But Severus took a small measure of satisfaction in the fact that the Carrows had no interest in reviewing and revising the disciplinary actions of the other Housemasters. At least Minerva had been able to prevent McLaggen from trying out for the Gryffindor team.
But that wasn’t what concerned him the most. Severus swallowed anxiously as he pondered the efficacy of the Protection Charms which warded Narcissa Black’s estate. He reached into his desk for his mirror and tapped it, uttering a name, “Filius Flitwick.”
“Ah... Severus, I was hoping to have a chance to speak with you today,” the diminutive Charms Master responded nearly immediately. “I wanted to confer with you regarding the Potters--to be certain that we are all providing them the tools which they will undoubtedly require in the very near future.”
“Quite,” the Potions Master said drily. “Well, you shall have ample opportunity Filius. If you would be so kind as to meet me at Narcissa Black’s Estate after classes today. I wish to appraise and fortify the Protection Charms...”
“Of course,” Filius Flitwick replied without hesitation. “It is imperative that the Order maintain top notch security for our meeting place.”
“It is more than that...” Severus began stiffly. He paused uncomfortably, still unused to discussing things which reflected on his personal feelings with other members of the Order, even insofar as he had come to consider them friends. “I believe that Madam Black--Narcissa--she is in danger...”
“I see,” Filius regarded Severus’s pained countenance gravely.
When Severus was no longer forthcoming, Filius was certain that the Potions Master was holding back on some information, still too reticent to completely reveal himself. But Filius Flitwick was no intellectual slouch. It was clear enough from Snape’s expression that he intended to personally kill Lucius Malfoy if the opportunity presented itself... and that the Potions Master believed the opportunity to be imminent.

~o0o~

As the week progressed, every member of the Unaffiliated worked very hard, and Jennifer and Luna rapidly filled in the gaps in the knowledge which they needed to keep up with the Fourth Year material that they were studying. But none were more intensely occupied than the Potters, who were diligently slogging away through their advanced coursework and their own special projects.
Harry was thrilled when his doubly modified Invisibility Spell worked on the mouse which had previously been a teacup. It appeared quite odd-looking without its ears and tail, but he was certain now that the spell would work on the cat-witches.
Now they could all go out in public in the muggle world (and the wizard world too for that matter) without drawing unwanted attention. He was a bit sad that it was no longer a surprise for Hermione’s birthday though. Still, he had made other arrangements to make up for that.
“Oh Harry, that’s amazing!” Hermione said proudly, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked up from the handbag which she was working on. “Thank you so much! Have you worked out the counter-spell?”
Harry grinned and pointed his wand at the mouse. Its ears and tail immediately reappeared.
“Does that answer your question Hermione?”
Hermione responded by giving Harry a deep impassioned kiss. Then she dabbed at her happy tears and returned Harry’s grin.
“I have something to show you too Harry! Here... reach into my handbag.”
Harry extended his hand into the small bag, which was no bigger than the average purse. His eyes widened in astonishment as his arm disappeared inside all the way up to his shoulder.
It wasn’t so much that he was surprised; he knew Hermione would be able to work out how to perform the complex charm. It was just that no matter how much magic Harry saw, it never ceased to excite and astonish him. Even after witnessing all the dark magic, all of the nice magic continued to fill him with delight and wonder, inspiring him to try to be as good at it as his mum and dad had apparently been.
The thrill took him back... back to the night Hagrid had knocked down a door of a hut on an island in the middle of the sea... back to the first time Harry had returned from Diagon Alley and read all of his schoolbooks into the wee hours of the morning, discovering Hedwig’s name in A History of Magic.
Once more, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about how much happier he had been since he’d fallen head-over-heels for Hermione, who had reinforced his joy of learning all he could about magic.
“Fantastic Hermione... you’re a genius!”
“You are too Harry!” Hermione flushed cheerfully as her panties dampened, and she gave Harry another kiss. “I’m going to apply the charm to everyone’s bookbags and start packing tomorrow. Now... why don’t you try the modified Invisibility Spell on my tail and ears?”
The Potters were both delighted by the successes of Harry’s efforts. No longer would they have to worry that Harry’s invisibility cloak might slip off Hermione’s bushy tail at an inopportune moment... or that a gust of wind would blow off her knitted cap and expose her furry ears to the muggle world.
The pair of them locked lips again and heatedly rolled around on the settee, clothes loosening as Harry’s hands slipped under Hermione’s blouse and skirt, and hers reached into his shorts. After bringing each other off, they lay on the sofa, panting, sweaty, and giggly.
When Harry had recovered a bit, he undid the charm and stroked Hermione’s bushy tail and furry ears, wishing that the Invisibility Spell was unnecessary. As happy as he was that he had accomplished something which would make life much easier for Hermione in public, Harry loved the way Hermione looked.
“You’re so beautiful Hermione,” Harry sighed as he brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek. “I wish we didn’t have to hide it to get by in the world--I’ve never been to a proper beach...”
“I’d love to go to the Riviera with you one day and see you enjoying yourself in a bikini without people freaking out because you’ve got four breasts and eight nipples--but I still haven’t seen any spells that can change that... You’re not a Metamorph and you can’t be an Animagus.”
Hermione smiled at Harry sweetly.
“It’s alright Harry, we can still go to the beach one day--I can wear a one-piece at a muggle beach, and my second breasts are small enough to strap up so that they won't notice. And anyway, as wizards, we can look for a remote beach and set up some muggle repelling charms so that we can be out in the open without worrying about it...”

~o0o~

The rest of the week passed by quickly, without anymore upsets in Potions, but the Potters and the other Fourth Year members of the Unaffiliated were dismayed to find Mr Carrow haunting Care of Magical Creatures on Thursday.
Hagrid seemed rather unsettled, but Draco Malfoy wasn’t nearly as smug. Hagrid had moved on to Unicorns, and the one he had brought to class had taken a great dislike to Malfoy and charged at him. Hagrid managed to put a stop to it before it skewered Draco. The members of the Unaffiliated rather wished that he hadn't.
“Bloody Rhinoceros!” Malfoy fumed, “Forget this... I’m done with this stupid class! Come on Crabbe, Goyle... we’re dropping this stupid subject.”
Draco stalked away with his entourage and Hagrid cheered right up, as did the rest of the class. The Inquisitor seemed more amused than anything. Amycus Carrow lazily shrugged and departed with a smirk, clutching his clipboard.
Despite the somewhat provocative nature of the subject matter, Mr Carrow’s next lecture on Friday afternoon even managed to bore a number of the Slytherins to tears, as it focused almost entirely on proper etiquette in the company of Pureblood elites. Only Draco and his gang seemed to delight in what they thought should be a discomforting class for mudbloods and halfbloods.
But most of the students were simply perplexed and indifferent to the tedious and antiquated guidelines for proper decorum towards their “superiors.” Harry was sorely tempted to pull a Malfoy and storm out, just to show exactly how little respect he had for all of the pureblood rubbish. But as before, he and Hermione quietly endured the class until it was over.
The training session in the Room of Requirement on Saturday had been moved to the morning so that the Twins and Ginny could attend Quidditch Practice in the afternoon, as the Slytherins had booked the pitch for the morning.
“Mind you, it’s all for the best really...” Fred began.
“...Ron’s not really a morning person.” George concluded.
“But he’s doing brilliantly!” said Ginny. “Which is good, because our first match will be against the Slytherins next Sunday. You should come and watch the practice this afternoon.”
“That’s a lovely idea Ginny.” Hermione glanced at Harry who seemed quite keen on the idea. “I think we could all do with a bit of a break.”
Accompanied by Neville, Seamus, Dean, and a number of other Gryffindors, all of the Unaffiliated took seats in the stands to watch the Gryffindor team practice.
Jennifer was fascinated to see a full team play, as she had only ever seen other members of the Coven, Ginny, and Viktor play casually with the quaffle and the snitch. The game looked much more dangerous with a bludger hurtling around and beaters whacking at it with their bats, and she got caught up in the excitement.
Ron grinned when he saw who had come to watch him. It felt good to be the centre of attention for a change, and he was determined to show Harry what he could do. Unfortunately Ron was so busy thinking about impressing Harry, that he almost missed seeing a quaffle heading for the hoop to his right.
But it turned out to be a perfect opportunity to show off a bit. Ron dove for it and deliberately slipped from his broom while holding on to it tightly and dangling. He swung his legs around, kicking the quaffle away from the hoop and pulled himself back onto his broom in one smooth motion.
Ron grinned again when he saw Harry’s suitably impressed expression. He had been practicing that trick a lot since he had got home from Egypt.
“Good save Ron,” yelled Luna as she waved her fluffy white tail. Parvati joined her fiancée in applauding loudly. Fleur and Daphne noisily showed their appreciation for Ron’s remarkable feat as well.
Dora was stunned at Ron’s skill; he was far better than she had imagined he would be. And seeing Jennifer at ease and enjoying the performance relaxed Dora considerably. Feeling much more charitable towards Ron Weasley than she had since the first night of the new school term, Dora heartily joined in the cheering.
“Ron is actually quite good at keeping,” Hermione said quietly to Harry as she clapped dutifully.
“Yeah... that was a bloody brilliant manoeuvre!” Harry responded with a hint of awe in his voice. “I’ve never seen anything quite like it.” Then he noticed that Hermione’s applause was rather perfunctory.
“Are you still mad at Ron then?” Harry asked her bluntly with a chuckle.
“What?” Hermione was puzzled, then she realised what Harry was on about and giggled. “Oh Harry... the only reason I ever showed any excitement or interest in Quidditch at all was because you were playing! I couldn’t keep my eyes off you... Admittedly it was partly because I was always scared to death for you, but I’ve always thought your flying skills are amazing--ever since the day you got Neville's Remembrall back from Malfoy.”
“Are you serious? I always thought you were really cross with me about that... for breaking the rules.”
“Well, I was quite a bit upset about that...” Hermione looked thoroughly embarrassed as she remembered that day. “But to be perfectly honest Harry, that was the first time I saw in person how kind and brave you were too. You were the only one besides Parvati to stick up for Neville and to stand up to Malfoy! I have to admit, I actually hoped McGonagall wouldn't be too hard in you...”
“I had a lot of mixed feelings that day, because other children had always bullied me, and... and I always secretly wished someone would stick up for me. Mum and Dad taught me it was best to ignore bullies... and I actually believed that rubbish in my head until you taught me that it's better to stand up to bullies. But it always hurt inside...”
Harry recalled his own behaviour in the very early days at Hogwarts, and felt a flush of shame himself. Harry had been so happy that someone had actually wanted to be his friend for the first time in his life, that he had deliberately tried to ignore a lot of Ron's rudeness to other people, including Hermione.
Harry thought back to the day that Ron had called Hermione a Nightmare again, and the Troll Incident. Harry had almost had to drag Ron to look for her. For the millionth time since Hermione had turned part-cat, Harry wished he'd stuck up for her sooner.
“And your flying...” Hermione continued, her eyes lighting up, “it was incredible--your very first time on a broom. I couldn't even get my broom off the ground because I was so terrified. It was one of the first times I realised that I couldn't learn everything from a book...”
Suddenly a red haired girl zoomed by chasing a flash of gold, capturing both Potters' attention. Moments later, Ginny held a struggling snitch in her hand and the stands burst into applause again. Everyone was very impressed with Ginny’s skills. She caught the snitch half a dozen more times during the Gryffindor Quidditch practice.
The practice was only marred near the end by the arrival of some Slytherins in the stands. Harry thought they had come to see what they might be up against, until he heard Draco Malfoy’s boastful voice. Harry’s jaw tightened and Hermione’s furry tail bristled. The reason for Draco’s appearance suddenly became obvious.
“Yeah, I’m back on the team,” Malfoy gloated loudly to the Slytherins who were with him. “I’m very good at catching the Snitch with my left hand now after all the practice I got in at the Minister’s house over the summer...”
“And it’s all thanks to Dolores that the specialists at Saint Mungo’s invented this magical prosthetic hand just for me. Mind you, it can't do everything--I can’t use a wand or write with it--but it’s perfect for holding a broom...”

AN: Response to reviews:
@ Starr: Things are starting to heat up now. Within the next few chapters some events will take place which you should find pleasing. ;-) And yeah, the Potters are very mature for their age in more ways than one in this fic.
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