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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242702 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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AN: A bit of anal and toys in this chapter.

The following week began with little untoward happening. Draco seemed to be kept too busy and distracted with practice for the upcoming Quidditch match to spend much time harassing anyone. Apparently he wasn’t quite as adept at catching a snitch left-handed as he was at boasting.
“You should have seen him in practice after classes yesterday!” George snorted at breakfast-time with the Unaffiliated on Tuesday morning.
“The idiot could barely hold onto his broom with that new hand of his,” Fred guffawed. “I reckon he didn’t get as much practice in at the Minister’s house as he claims.”
“Malfoy’s prosthetic hand seemed to spasm a bit every time he was reaching for snitch with his other hand, and he fell off his broom twice,” Ginny said with a grin.
“Shame though... Unfortunately he wasn’t high up enough to hurt himself,” George sighed.
“Don’t get too cocky!” Angelina admonished the Weasley siblings, frowning. “That’s only because Malfoy is used to reaching for the snitch with his right hand and gripping the broom with his left... The Slytherins have got the pitch booked for every afternoon this week to give him time to retrain himself--and he’s still got a good eye for spotting the snitch and a fast broom.”
“Sorry Angelina! You’re right of course...” Ginny sobered a bit. “And Malfoy was bloody irate at the end of practice. I almost thought he was going to curse Katie Bell for laughing at him when he stormed off the pitch as we were getting ready for our turn at practice.”
“Too true,” Fred acknowledged, his face darkening. “I wouldn’t put it past him and his mates to have a go at some of us to try and even the odds a bit.”
“Well, watch each others backs then. Don’t anyone wander around the castle alone--stick together as much as possible,” said Harry warningly, then he lowered his voice, “...and make some time to practice with the rest of the team what Dora and I showed you this week too... just in case.”
“I’ll make sure that sure they do Harry,” Angelina smiled gratefully. “Thank you lot... all of you! Ginny and the Twins already showed us a bit of what you’ve been teaching them yesterday. We don’t have as many Quidditch practices booked this week as the Slytherins do--so I’ve already made plans for the team and a few other Gryffindors to spend the rest of the time training...”
Angelina was interrupted when Hedwig flapped her wings exhaustedly and dropped two packages--one of them quite large--next to Harry on the table. She glowered at Harry and gave him a reproving peck. Hermione’s furry ears twitched in curiosity
“I’m sorry Hedwig,” said Harry. “You didn’t have to rush... there’s a few more days yet!”
He passed his snowy owl a cup of tea and she looked at Harry sheepishly as she dipped her beak in thirstily. Harry buttered her a piece of toast as well, and Hedwig cheered up.
“What’s in the parcels Harry?” asked Daphne.
“Oh... er... it’s a surprise really--for Hermione’s 15th birthday on Saturday.”
Hermione started to purr. Luna and Parvati whispered as Dora gave Harry a wink. Fleur and Daphne smiled at each other, knowing that they were prepared.
“Don’t worry sweetie,” Dora murmured when Jennifer clapped her hand to her mouth, eyes wide. “I’ve got us both covered--you ‘aven’t really had a chance to get situated enough yet in the wizard world t’do any shopping for anything--to say nothing of birthday presents.”

~o0o~

“Honestly Harry, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” Hermione blushed as he led her to the Room of Requirement. “It’s just another birthday.”
“Not really Hermione,” Harry said with a grin. “Last year was spoiled--I’d made plans with Luna and Parvati, but then we just spent it alone together because... er... well--things were upsetting and I got anxious....”
Hermione smiled at Harry’s gallant attempt to take the blame on himself. She remembered perfectly well how unhappy she’d been when she had received not even a card from her father. Hermione had just wanted to be alone and have a good cry without making everyone feel uncomfortable.
Harry had picked up on her feelings and been so understanding. He had just spent the day cuddling her and making her feel special. It had ended up being quite romantic actually. Fortunately, this year, Hermione had no expectations in regards to her father, and she was just happy that Mum was safe in Canada.
“...And this summer, when I had my first proper birthday party with a load of friends,” Harry continued, “I realised that you’d never really had a proper one either...”
Harry didn’t say what they were both thinking, that they were lucky that despite the ominous sense of foreboding, that things had not gone completely off the rails at Hogwarts yet. The worry was not quite enough to dampen their resilient spirits.
“Close your eyes Hermione...” said Harry when they reached the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Hermione did as she was told, furry tail aquiver as her heart began to race in anticipation. Harry took Hermione's hand and led her through the threshold, into the Room of Requirement.
“Alright, you can open them now.”
Harry grinned at the awestruck expression on Hermione’s face. Hermione wasn’t quite sure what she had expected, but it certainly hadn’t been this. It was a stunningly realistic environment--one of the best impressions of the natural world in full daylight that she had seen the Room of Requirement perform.
“Wotcher Hermione...” the girl with magenta hair giggled when she saw the look on the cat-witch’s countenance. Dora wriggled her matching magenta tail gleefully, and waggled her furry magenta ears.
The rest of the Coven were already waiting with grinning faces. Harry shut the door behind them as he and Hermione stepped into the humid tropical glade.
Golden rays of sunlight streamed through the verdant canopy of the rainforest, striking the spray of mist from the small waterfall which tumbled over boulders and ferns into the azure bubbling pool. Little rainbows formed where the sunbeams hit the droplets hanging in the air.
They were surrounded by palm fronds and vines. Marillion and lilac coloured Butterflies, and tiny fairies flitted to and fro among the orchids, hibiscus, and lilies. The aroma of vanilla, coconut, and citrus was intoxicating. Hermione took off her shoes and stockings, delighting in the feel of each step across the springy carpet of moss.
“Oh Harry--it’s beautiful...” was all Hermione could muster before being rendered speechless, her bushy ginger tail waving languidly.
“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it!” said Parvati as her own black satiny tail undulated. Luna’s fluffy white tail curled as she whispered something to Parvati and they both chortled.
“It ees even more lovely than ze fairy grotto,” Fleur cooed, her silvery tail and ears shining in the sunbeams. “Our Harry, ‘e has outdone himself.”
“Oh my God!” Hermione gasped.
Hermione’s furry ears flickered and her eyes widened when it finally hit her what she was seeing. She had been so entranced by the surroundings, that she hadn’t noticed the most incredible bit. Daphne tittered as she turned around and wiggled her bikini clad bottom and furry golden-blonde cat-tail at Hermione.
“I was wondering when you’d notice, Hermione!” giggled Luna.
Hermione glanced over at Jennifer, and sure enough, a silken ebony cat tail protruded from her behind as her furry black ears twitched. Hermione whirled around to see that Harry had already stripped down to his boxers, and was sporting a shaggy black cat-tail and furry black ears too.
“Harry--how? ...what...?” sputtered Hermione, “I know you and Dora... but the others...”
“A Seventh Year transfiguration spell Hermione,” said Harry, beaming from one furry ear to the other. “Actually, I used a transfiguration template and a spell modifier... Apparently they’re the basis for the jinxes that Parvati and Lavender used on each other when they fought over you in Second Year--temporary animal features.”
“There's a basic transfiguration to add some minor animal features... and the modifier chooses which animal is expressed--that’s how Parvati got a horse tail and Lavender got antlers--whoever originally created those jinxes must have used these spells. I'm fairly certain that the jinxes had another modification too though--a hex which made them too long-lasting... that’s why Parvati and Lavender had to spend the night in the hospital wing. They needed some sort of spell reversal potion.”
“But... but when did you even get a chance to practice?” asked Hermione, looking extremely puzzled. “I can’t think of a single moment that we’ve been apart except for the last hour before you brought me here.”
“They’re actually really simple transfigurations, surprisingly,” Harry replied. “They just aren’t taught until Seventh Year because it’s assumed that older students will be more mature...” Harry snorted with laughter, knowing that Fred and George would probably have a field day with the spells.
“It was just going to be me and Dora joining in with furry tails and ears until I spotted the spells while I was skimming the more advanced transfiguration books to make sure I managed to turn a teacup into a mouse properly--for something to practice the Invisibility Spell on... Anyway, Happy Birthday Hermione!” Harry said as his smile softened. Hermione melted in Harry’s adoring gaze.
The Potter’s shared a short tender kiss as Hermione ran her fingers through the fur of Harry’s black tail, which was as unkempt and shaggy as his black moptop. When their lips parted, Harry reached into his bag and retrieved two brightly wrapped parcels.
As the rest of Coven watched with interest, Hermione carefully unwrapped the larger parcel. As she had guessed, it was a book--a very large heavy book, bound in mahogany coloured leather with gold leaf trim, and it looked very old. The heady effect of the musty smell of the leather roused Hermione’s senses and her panties moistened as her finger traced the gold embossed title of the book: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: The Illuminated Wizarding Edition.
Breath quickening, Hermione gingerly cracked open the book. The illuminated script and illustrations nearly leapt off the page, displaying motion as all wizard pictures did. She recognised the frontispiece image as a scene from A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Hermione gasped when she saw the date of publication written on the vellum pages....
“Harry... this is over 350 years old! And I had no idea that Shakespeare was known in the wizard world--how on Earth did you come across this?”
“Tomes and Scrolls,” Harry replied, smiling at Hermione’s obvious delight. “I wasn’t sure that wizards knew about Shakespeare either. But I sent a letter to the shop, and the owner said that he could get a wizarding copy for me...”
“But Harry, this must have cost a fortune,” Hermione squeaked, feeling rather dizzy, hardly believing what she was holding in her hands. “Rare muggle editions of Shakespeare’s works from this era go for millions of pounds...”
“It’s alright Hermione--really,” Harry said quickly, swallowing anxiously when he spied Hermione’s eyes glistening wetly. He wondered if he’d overdone it. “Sirius wasn’t joking when he said that his family was filthy rich...
“And honestly, it wasn’t even very much--all things considered--because as a muggle author, Shakespeare isn’t in very high demand in the wizard world. Apparently Tomes and Scrolls has had this copy for years--collecting dust! I... Hermione... please... I just wanted to get you something I knew you’d like... something as special as you are!”
Even through her own blurry eyes, Hermione could see a tear of worry trickling down one of Harry’s cheeks. Holding the heavy tome under an arm, she flung her other arm and furry tail around him.
“It’s exquisite Harry!” Hermione purred loudly as Harry calmed in her embrace. “I love it! Thank you very much... I don’t know if you know this Harry, but Mum named me after the queen in The Winter’s Tale.”
“R...really?” Harry gasped. He couldn’t believe his luck at having chosen such a perfect gift after all. “I had no idea. I only read a few of the plays for Sixth Year in primary school--and that wasn't one of them. A Midsummer Night’s Dream was my favourite of the ones I’ve read!”
Hermione giggled. She wasn’t surprised in the least to discover that had been Harry’s favourite Shakespeare play.
“Mine was Macbeth,” she murmured. Finally, letting Harry go, Hermione picked up the other parcel. It was much smaller than the first.
“That one’s actually from Sirius,” said Harry. “I sent Hedwig to London to collect it from Gringotts for him.”
Hermione unwrapped the second present to discover a midnight-blue jewellery box.
“It’s lovely!” Hermione exclaimed when she lifted the elegant silver and gold necklace out of the box. The oval shaped filigree pendant dangling from the necklace was inset with a gleaming Tiger Eye gemstone. “I’ll have to thank Sirius when I get a chance.”
After Harry put the necklace on Hermione, she turned around for the rest of the Coven to see it.
“Daddy says Tigers Eye is supposed to bring harmony and good luck,” Luna said admiringly.
A short time later, Hermione had opened all of the other presents the rest of the Coven had given her, and placed them in her bag where she knew that would be safe. Daphne opened a picnic basket, and soon everyone was eating the delicious strawberry shortcake and unmeltable vanilla ice-cream marbled with chocolate which Dobby had sent up from the Hogwarts kitchens.
Fleur had brought a bottle of champagne, and soon everyone was feeling very giggly. The teenage witches began shedding their bikinis as Hermione undressed and one by one they began to enter the bubbling pool, all of them giddily waving their cheerful furry tails. Harry slipped into the warm water with the rest of the Coven amidst the water lilies and tropical fern.
Hermione found herself at the centre of attention, showered with kisses and affectionate caresses. The rainforest glade echoed with purrs and murmurs of pleasure. Fingers entered Hermione’s heated vulva and hands roamed her body as numerous lips encircled her nipples; her body surged with exhilaration.
Hermione began to arch and meow, her furry ears flattening with bliss as her wet tail thrashed in the churning pool. As Hermione lost herself to the first throes of ecstasy, Harry took her in his arms and his hardness slipped into her sopping channel. In short order, Hermione burst again, meowing and seething with passion as Harry thrust himself, releasing his essence into her depths.
A feverish crescendo of ardour rippled through Hermione’s supple form when Parvati took Harry’s place between her thighs, wearing Fleur’s magical strap-on. Hermione yowled joyously, feeling Harry’s stiffness between her bottom-cheeks, sliding into her rear-entrance while Parvati plunged the vibrating lance of pleasure into her slick vessel. She bit her lip at the incredible sensation of them both moving inside her simultaneously.
A spray of mist and steam settled over the roiling tropical cauldron as Parvati pleasured Hermione, and Harry’s semen squirted into her back-passage. Drenched furry tails joined the arms and legs coiling around the birthday girl as she exploded into bliss again.
Hermione found herself next suckling one of Dora’s nipples and her hands kneading Dora’s ample breasts, but she was uncertain as to whose tongues were rolling her fleshy pearl and delving into her folds. Hermione was only certain that at least two tongues were involved, and that someone had been sure to bring gillyweed to the occasion.
As the turbulent tide of Hermione’s rapture swept her away once more, Luna’s grinning head finally emerged above the surface of the frothing water, and Hermione knew that at least one of the busy tongues had been hers.
In Hermione’s next moment of lucidity she realised that her own tongue was exploring Jennifer’s dripping pink hollow while Jennifer reciprocated in kind as both of their wet tails unfurled. The members of the Coven began to lose themselves in each other too, and Jennifer suddenly discovered herself clinging to Daphne and Parvati as they all devoured each other, gasping and purring.
Jennifer convulsed ecstatically and lost herself, moaning, grasping the next figures that swam up beside her. Harry couldn’t exactly recall whom he had left off with, but he gradually registered that it was now Jennifer’s lips which were wrapped around the base of his shaft, and that he was ejaculating into her throat while Fleur was kissing him.
As the Coven reached a fever pitch, a vortex of magic whirled in the tropical grove, whipping the palm fronds with gale force winds. And each time they erupted with passion, the whirling pool geysered into a waterspout. Finally the Coven succumbed to oblivion.
When Hermione stirred awake, quite some time later, she purred at the sight of the wet naked pile of cat-witches and cat-Harry strewn across the ferns and moss at the edge of the jungle pool. It had been the nicest birthday she could ever remember having.

~o0o~

The Headmaster chuckled, his eyes twinkling as the walls of Hogwarts trembled numerous times that afternoon. Thankfully, the Carrows were too busy watching Draco Malfoy and the Slytherin team practice for the first game of the Quidditch season tomorrow. They would be none the wiser. Fortunately the Potters and the Coven had a very good sense of timing.
Dumbledore eyed his equipment, which seemed to be holding up quite well. Fawkes groomed his feathers without batting an eye--he was used to it by now.
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