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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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The praises of Professor Slughorn and Harry’s reassurances had made her feel a bit better for awhile, but Hermione’s trepidation continued to grow throughout the day. The Professors all appeared to be on high alert. Fleur and Dora joined the younger members of the Unaffiliated for lunch and they took it outside to eat in the courtyard despite the sprinkle of light rain.
“Dumbledore pulled us both aside towards the end of last period and told us that Lucius Malfoy was killed by Snape last night when ‘e tried to storm Narcissa Black’s house,” Dora said quietly as she glanced around the to make sure nobody was listening nearby.
“So it did happen then; I knew it...” Hermione gasped, her furry tail vibrating in agitation. Her words tumbled out one after the other in a rush as she tried to explain.
“Harry knew it I mean--He said Mr Malfoy might have a go at Narcissa Black last week after Snape tried to warn me that something might happen. Harry implied that Snape might do anything to protect her--I wasn’t certain, but what Harry said seemed logical--and then this morning I knew Harry was right--I don’t think Draco knows for certain yet though. He just seemed very worried in Potions, and Snape was gone, and I just put 2 and 2 together...” Hermione finally paused to take a breath.
“Ze Headmaster told us to let you know... and we are to try an’ remain with you as much as possible when classes are not in session,” Fleur murmured. “ ‘e is not certain, but ‘e believes zat the Minister may escalate ‘er investigation very soon.”
“Good,” Harry replied, “I’m glad that he told us so that we know for sure that Snape killed Lucius Malfoy. If the Minister suspects Snape was involved, it’s only a matter of time before she tries to have Dumbledore arrested as a co-conspirator...”
The Potters also received special attention from both McGonagall and Flitwick, who fussed over them and appeared quite concerned to be sure that Harry and Hermione were both prepared for any eventuality. By the end of the day, Hermione was in a high state of anxiety. Harry noticed that despite her best efforts to remain calm, Hermione kept glancing at Draco and the Carrows all through dinner.
After cleaning her teeth and changing into a nightie, Hermione entered the bedchamber and gasped. The Potters’ bed was much bigger than usual, and full of teenage witches.
“It was Harry’s idea,” Luna grinned as she waved her fluffy white tail.
“But please don’t be cross with him Hermione,” Daphne pleaded with a worried look on her face. “It’s partly my fault. I said I was scared too...”
Parvati and Jennifer giggled as Dora, Fleur, and Daphne gave Hermione beseeching looks.
“I hope you don’t mind Hermione...” Harry said apologetically. “I wasn’t planning an all-night orgy... I swear! I know it’s a school-night--I just thought...”
Hermione’s stunned expression softened into a sweet smile and she interrupted Harry with a kiss.
“It’s alright Harry... Thank you--I understand. You’re just trying to comfort me.” Hermione suddenly realised how much her agitation was affecting him. “I’m sorry Harry... I don’t know what’s come over me today--it’s not like we have anything really scary coming up... like exams.”
Harry relaxed as he felt Hermione calming in his arms, and they both clambered into bed to snuggle with the rest of the Coven. Hermione purred contentedly and the vestiges of her anxieties melted away as she and Harry settled in the midst of the other witches. It felt nice to be nestled in the curling tails of Parvati and Luna, and the arms of Daphne and Fleur, Dora and Jennifer, and of course Harry.
Despite Harry’s most platonic of intentions for inviting the entire Coven to bed though, Hermione couldn’t help but begin feeling aroused by the cozy cuddles. The warm tingly glow of love and comfort soon became sparks of amorous affection, and the hugs and kisses grew more heated and passionate. Hermione’s throaty rumbles mingled with Luna and Parvati’s in a chorus of purrs.
Hermione’s nightie rucked up as her lips locked humidly with Daphne’s, Jennifer’s, and Luna’s. Their caressing hands stroked her fluffy ginger tail, slid across her waist and between her parting thighs, fondling her breasts and hardening nipples.
Hermione’s own fingers probed into the moist recesses of her cuddly companions as she felt the first ripples of ecstasy coursing through her. Purrs gave way to meows and yowls of delight as Daphne’s tongue found its way into Hermione’s damp cleft, and toggled her fleshy pearl.
Harry was similarly being “snuggled” into a blissful daze. Fleur pressed her breasts against Harry and nuzzled Harry’s neck as Parvati’s lips entwined with his, her satiny black tail coiling around him.
Their fingers trailed across Harry's abdomen and chest as Dora’s wet mouth engulfed his erection. A surge of euphoria began move Harry’s loins and he gasped with pleasure as Dora took him deeper, pressing her lips against the base of his shaft.
One of Harry’s hands somehow found one of Hermione’s, and their fingers interlocked as they succumbed to the delectable ministrations of their cohorts. Harry felt Hermione tremble in the throes of passion and he lost himself, releasing a fountain of semen into Dora’s throat.
The vortex of electricity and magic which had become such a ubiquitous feature of the Coven’s ecstatic engagements, crackled and swirled around them, shaking the walls of the suite.

~o0o~

When Hermione rose early the next morning, she delicately extricated herself from the tangle of limbs and the furry tails of Luna and Parvati, and tiptoed to the bathroom. Her eyes widened and she gasped in surprise.
Harry came up behind Hermione and put his hands around her waist, kissing her bushy head as he peered at the sight which had caught her off-guard.
“It looks like no matter what happens Hermione--no matter how bleak and horrid things may get, even though we’ll probably have to leave--Hogwarts is telling us that it wants us all back someday... that we will be back...”
As the rest of the Coven gradually awoke, yawning and stretching, the Potters introduced them to their expanded bathroom.
The tiled-tub was now the size of a small swimming pool, more than large enough for eight with numerous shower nozzles, faucets, and jets. An array of gleaming silver and gold spigots offered an assortment of bubbles and scented bath-oils.
While the Coven giddily showered together and readied themselves for the day, Harry began to quietly contemplate the spells necessary to convert and expand part of Number 12.

~o0o~

There was little outward indication at breakfast that something significant had altered in the British Wizard World or at Hogwarts. Though nothing yet was being mentioned on the morning news report, Hermione was picking up clear signals from the mood of the Inquisitors and the Professors that Lucius Malfoy’s death had triggered the imminence of a substantial shift in power at Hogwarts.
And had Hermione not been buoyed by the cheering efforts of the Coven’s solace, she might have otherwise been more overwhelmed the billowing mushroom-cloud of hate emanating from Draco Malfoy after he received a letter by Ministry Owl. Harry and Luna, both seated nearest to Hermione, put their arms around her for support when they noticed her bristling and reeling under the assault on her heightened senses.

~o0o~

“Avada Kedavra,” Draco Malfoy uttered malevolently for the hundredth time; green sparks emerged from the tip of his wand.
He watched in satisfaction as the rodent he was practicing on finally went limp. But the satisfaction wasn’t enough to quell his rage--and he knew that sparks were not enough to damage a wizard. He would need to focus much more power to kill Potter.
The letter from the Minister at breakfast had been devastating. Draco’s world was collapsing around him. His father was dead, and he didn’t care that “Aunt Dolores” had placed the blame squarely on Professor Snape. Malfoy knew that it was Potter and the Halfbreed’s fault; somehow, during Third Year, they had turned Snape against Draco and his father.
When the Inquisitors finally took Hogwarts, Draco would have his vengeance. The Carrows had promised him that much. They had approved time off from regular classes to practice the Unforgivable Curses so that Draco would be ready to take his place as their deputy, and to wield the power necessary for achieving his goals.
He was going to torture and rape the Halfbreed in front of Potter and then he was going to kill them both--after they had given up the details to the Carrows regarding the Secret Weapon they had used to destroy the Dark Lord’s Army.
“Find me some more rats Goyle,” snarled Malfoy. “I need to keep practicing the Cruciatus and the Killing Curse.”
“What about that other one... the Imperian Curse?” asked Crabbe as he picked his nose and peered at his bogey.
“It’s called the Imperius Curse you idiot!” Malfoy snapped. “And I don’t care about that one right now!”

~o0o~

As the next few days went by, Hogwarts filled with tension as the students became aware that something significant had occurred and odious rumours abounded. Thursday afternoon, after a discussion with Dumbledore, Dora, Harry, and Hermione met briefly with Padma, the Weasley Twins, Viktor, Cedric, and Susan to update them on the latest information.
But the Coven had largely managed to insulate themselves and Hermione from the most deleterious effects of the darkening mood. The others had all abandoned their own suites in the Unaffiliated Corridor to spend their nights in the Potters’ chambers.
To Hermione’s surprise, though her senses were being buffeted by the intense anxiety and trepidation among most students and faculty, after the initial outburst of hate and fury from Draco Malfoy at learning of his father’s death, she was now registering some very unexpected feelings from him.
Draco Malfoy was on top of the world. Though Draco had keenly felt the loss of his father at first, his consternation had quickly been replaced with a sense of liberation and empowerment. “Aunt” Dolores and the Carrows encouraged and prepared him at every turn to take on the mantle of Warlock.
Draco was almost grateful now that his father was dead. Everything his father had provided was now being met by Dolores and the Carrows, but without the constrictions which had come from having to live up to his father’s expectations. “Aunt” Dolores had also replenished Draco’s dwindling personal account at Gringotts from the Ministry’s own coffers with a “special fund” which she had created just for him.
And if anyone did anything which he didn’t like, he could threaten them with the Minister or the Inquisitors. Much to Draco’s delight, he had discovered his new threats to be a far more effective refrain than “wait till my father hears about this.” Instead of rolling eyes and snorts of derision, Draco’s warnings finally brought the level of obsequious respect that a Malfoy deserved.
Draco almost felt giddy with power. When the Minister made her announcement on Friday, Hogwarts was as good as his, and everyone who had ever disrespected him, or stolen what rightfully belonged to him, would pay.

~o0o~

Albus Dumbledore sighed as he squeezed some lemon into his tea and mentally prepared himself Friday morning for what was sure to be a tumultuous day. Fortunately, Auror Mulligan continued to be a valuable asset to the Order, and the advance notice had allowed the Order and the Coven to make provisions and back-up plans for any number of possible occurrences.
Fawkes uttered a soft musical note.
“Thank you Fawkes!” said the Headmaster, quickly draining his cup of tea. “Phineas... it is time--the Aurors and Unspeakables are here for me. Remember your promise...”
“Yes, yes... of course...” the portrait of Phineas Nigellus replied in his most weary put-upon tone, “Provide the Potters with whatever assistance they require... look after all the students of Hogwarts to the best of my abilities...etc, etc...”
“Very good Phineas,” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled and there was a knock on his door. “You may enter.”
Professor McGonagall opened the door, her features distraught.
“Headmaster, you have some... ahem... visitors...” she said with a hint of disdain.
“Indeed!” Dumbledore gave the Professor a stern look. “Remember Minerva--Hogwarts needs you!”
“Thank you most kindly Minerva,” said Deputy Minister Percy Weasley, who looked positively gleeful. He pushed past Minerva McGonagall followed by several Aurors and a dozen Unspeakables.
“And what may I do for you this fine morning, Senior Undersecretary Weasley?” the Headmaster asked sprightly, his eyes twinkling merrily as Fawkes flew from his perch and settled on Dumbledore’s arm.
“Not even breakfast time yet--but here you are, bright and early. Would you like some tea?” Dumbledore politely offered, stroking Fawkes’ carmine and gold feathers.
Percy Weasley was slightly taken aback by Dumbledore’s cheerful demeanor, but he chalked it up to the Headmaster’s deviousness and encroaching senility.
“Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore...” began the youngest Senior Undersecretary in Wizarding Britain’s history, in the most pompous and authoritative voice he could muster.
“...By order of the Minister, and by Law, I hereby place you under arrest for the crimes of Abetting in the Murder of Warlock Lucius Malfoy, Harbouring the Murderer of Warlock Lucius Malfoy, Treason and Sedition, Conspiracy to commit Treason, the Illegal Manufacture of Experimental Weapons, Corruption of the Innocent, Illegal Use of School Property for Private Gain...”
“Now, if you would be so kind as to follow these gentlemen, they shall escort you to the Ministry where you will be formally charged, and then to a High Security Facility where you shall await trial...”
Percy faltered when he heard Dumbledore softly chuckling. Perhaps the Old Coot was madder than he had suspected.
“You find this amusing...?” Percy frowned.
“My dear boy,” Dumbledore responded in a slightly patronizing, sarcastic manner, “you and these fine upstanding officials with you, appear to be operating under the delusion that I am going to ‘come quietly’ as the muggles say... I can assure you, I intend nothing of the sort...”
“Indeed, my only aim is to expose the treasonous crimes of Minister Umbridge herself: political assassination, attempted assassination, colluding with muggle officials to commit treason, use of public finances for private political gain, bribery, corruption of Wizengamot and Ministry officials, illegal manipulation of the media for purposes of propaganda, corruption of the young and foolish...”
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and looked pointedly at Percy Weasley whose face began to redden.
“Furthermore,” continued Dumbledore, “I am quite certain that the Minister and those under her command are committing many more crimes, such as the torture and murder of muggleborn, and collusion with known Terrorists...”
Percy began to turn purple, knowing full well that the Minister had been recruiting Voldemort’s Death Eaters and Snatchers to round up and suppress muggleborn insurgents intent on overthrowing the Ministry. The Unspeakables began to look at each other uncomfortably, wondering who among them might be a mole working for Dumbledore.
“Now look here Dumbledore...” Percy barked in outrage.
“In any case,” Dumbledore said loudly, cutting Percy off, “I can hardly affect the restoration of a legitimate and fully accountable political leadership to the Ministry from prison can I? So my dear boy, for now--as my dear friend Madame Maxime might say--I bid you adieu!”
And with that, Fawkes flared as brightly as the sun for an instant, and Dumbledore was gone.
Professor McGonagall tried to hide a smirk at the flabbergasted expressions on the faces of the crowd in Dumbledore’s office. Minerva caught the eye of the portrait of Phineas Nigellus who gave her a sardonic wink as Senior Undersecretary and Deputy to the Minister Percy Weasley stormed out of Dumbledore’s office with the Unspeakables and Aurors in tow.
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