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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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AN: Warning for this Chapter: attempted rape and retaliatory violence... oh, I almost forgot to mention a brief moment of incest. ;-)

Ginny hadn’t got more than one corridor away before she started feeling guilty. She wondered if she should go back or get help when she heard someone call her name. Ginny whirled around, wand in hand, and breathed a sigh of relief to see Daphne and Fleur.
“What’s going on?” Ginny anxiously inquired. “I heard that Malfoy’s gang captured you lot and turned you over to the Carrows. Where’s Harry and Hermione and the rest of you?”
“Zat can wait a moment...” Fleur worriedly began as she took Ginny’s shoulders and turned her around.
“There’s blood all over the back of your head...” Daphne squeaked.
“Don’t worry, it’s not mine,” Ginny grinned, but then she looked guilty again as the sight of all that blood reasserted itself in her mind. “That oaf McLaggen and his friend Towler... they just tried to rape me.”
Daphne clasped her hands to her mouth and squealed. Ginny ignored her and continued speaking with a horrified look on her face; the shock of what she had done began to set in and she began shaking.
“I... I s...s...suppose they thought that with Harry out of the way... it was their ch...ch...chance, b...b...but I got them both g...good--they’re bleeding all over the place. I used the curse Harry taught us... I c...cut off McLaggen’s... er... thingy! But... but now I’m r...really worried. I d...don’t really want them to die...”
Ginny faltered when she saw the look on Fleur’s face. The older girl looked angrier than Ginny had ever seen her, and Daphne looked like she was about to throw up.
“Eet would serve zem right eef zey did,” Fleur fumed, her accent thickening as she vanished the blood from the back of Ginny’s head. “But quickly--to ze ‘ospital wing wiz you--you are going into shock! Daphne... I am too angry to spik properly--call zomeone...”
Daphne reached into her robes for her mirror and called Professor McGonagall as they ran to the infirmary.
Madam Pomfrey was appalled by Ginny’s tale and tipped a calming draught into the trembling girl’s mouth. McGonagall and Flitwick arrived moments later and locked the door behind them. Ginny, Fleur, and Daphne wondered where McLaggen and Towler were until Flitwick undid the Disillusionment and Levitation charms, lowering the two severely wounded and unconscious boys onto beds.
“Too many Unspeakables around,” Flitwick explained. “The less they know about this the better...”
“Am I in trouble?” Ginny wailed, still shaking. “I... I d...don’t really want them to d...die! It... it’s just--McLaggen already tried to rape me once before--last year on the Hogwarts grounds. B...but he stopped w...when some other s...students walked by... and I ran away. And then he left me alone after H...Harry beat him up for hurting Ron.”
“I j...just didn’t want him to have another chance to d...do it again...” Ginny sobbed. Tears began running down Daphne and Fleur’s cheeks as they held Ginny’s hands and shared a dark look.
“Of course you’re not in trouble dear,” Madam Pomfrey replied as she poured another calming draught down Ginny’s throat.
“You did what you had to do to protect yourself,” McGonagall said hoarsely, looking as white as a ghost.
“I’ve managed to stem the bleeding,” Flitwick reported. “The boys will live. But if I’m not mistaken--Miss Weasley used Severus’s curse... we won’t be able to reattach Towler’s hand or McLaggen’s... er... part. And both lads shall have to be removed to St Mungo’s for long-term recuperation...”
“I’ve already modified their memories... as far as either of them know, they got into a violent altercation with each other over a girl, and injured one another--Miss Weasley will not be implicated.”
“Very Good... that’s good then! Thank you Filius!” Professor McGonagall breathed a heavy sigh of relief, as did Ginny. “Perhaps you should stay in the hospital wing overnight Miss Weasley.”
“NO!” said Ginny fiercely. “I’m fine now. The calming draughts helped... I can deal with the rest. I just didn’t want them to die...”
“But dear, I must insist...” Madam Pomfrey began.
“I’ll get over it,” snapped Ginny. “My friends are more important right now... Draco and the Carrows. They’ve got Harry and Hermione and Luna and Par...”
“So it’s true? It’s not just rumours?” gasped Flitwick. Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows at Daphne and Fleur who both nodded miserably.
“We’re not supposed to tell you,” said Daphne in a small voice. “They said they might kill Jennifer, Luna, or Parvati if we make trouble, or if any of the Professors interfere.”
“But we must get zem out tonight...” Fleur said firmly. “Ze Carrows and that hideous Malfoy boy mean to torture and interrogate them tomorrow... ”
There was a loud knocking on the hospital wing door and everyone gave a start of fright.
“It’s me...” a voice called through the door “...Dora. Are Daphne and Fleur in there?”
Madam Pomfrey let Dora in and locked the door again behind her.
“Oh thank goodness... you two are here,” Dora said with obvious relief, before glancing at everyone else. “Did they tell you what ‘appened?” she asked the Professors. They nodded and Dora continued.
“Listen, I’ve got a plan to break ‘em outta the dungeon, and I know Harry and Hermione have already worked out an escape route--we’ll all get out through the portraits--but you Professors will ‘ave to stay out of it if you want to stay at Hogwarts to try and protect the students without bein’ arrested.”
“They don’t know ‘oo I really am yet because Dumbledore registered me as Dora Underhill when ‘e signed me up this year.” Dora giggled nervously and paused for a moment to see if anyone got the literary reference to one of her favourite Muggle stories about Wizards.
When nobody did, Dora rolled her eyes and went on, “I replicated an Unspeakable cloak and disguised myself... that was me you two saw in the dungeons this morning...”
“Zat was you?” gasped Fleur.
“Then you have their wands?” Daphne’s eyes widened in excitement.
“Yeah... ” Dora grinned. “I couldn’t believe it when Mr Carrow ‘anded me their wands. That was a real stroke of luck! I thought we’d ‘ave to steal some and make do. I got all of our bags too, so we’re all ready to go...”
“Anyway, I can disguise myself as an Unspeakable again tonight, when it’s time for the next watch to keep an eye on the prisoners. You two should just wait for us in the Unaffiliated Corridor tonight. I know ‘ow to reverse the Bewitched Sleep charm and open the cell door, so that’s the easy bit really...”
“We’ll need a distraction when we get outta the dungeons to get past all the Unspeakables and get to the portraits--we only need to get to the first portrait nearest to the dungeon, and we don’t want anyone to notice us runnin’ through all the other paintings...”
“Fred and George,” said Ginny.
“Way ahead of you, Love,” Dora retorted with a grin. “We already worked out a backup plan with the Twins on Thursday in case we needed a distraction, I’ve already notified them and Neville, and some of our other friends of our timetable... There’s gonna be a riot tonight, right around curfew.”

~o0o~

After dinner, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnett flew around the Quidditch Pitch for a bit before it got dark. On their way back to the Gryffindor Common Room they spied a First Year Ravenclaw girl who looked a bit lost.
“Are you alright?” asked Katie.
“I... I think I’m on the wrong floor,” the girl muttered, looking very embarrassed. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”
“We’ll take you to your tower,” said Alicia kindly. “You really shouldn’t be wandering around alone.”
“Oh... thank you very much!” the girl replied brightly. On their way to the Ravenclaw Tower, the girl started looking very antsy, like she had to pee. “Is there a bathroom around here? I really have to go...”
“Just around the corner,” Katie replied. “We’ll all go in.”
As they entered the girl’s lavatory Katie felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck. She spun around and gasped when Draco Malfoy and Goyle clicked the door shut behind them, both chortling and pointing their wands at Katie and Alicia.
“This is the girl’s loo--get out!” Alicia snapped as she and Katie whipped out their wands.
To their horror, the Ravenclaw girl pointed her wand at them too, and yelled “Expelliarmus,” at the same time as Goyle and Malfoy.
Draco leered at the disarmed Gryffindor girls. It was Katie Bell who really had it coming, but maybe he’d have a go at Alicia too. She was quite a looker as well. Draco supposed Goyle might also like a turn with the girls after he’d finished with them. But for now Goyle needed to keep watch.
“Petrificus Totalus,” Draco intoned, and Alicia toppled over, paralysed from head to toe. Katie felt a clutch of fear in her abdomen.
“We can go anywhere we want,” gloated Malfoy pointing to his Inquisitorial Squad badge. “You on the other hand are on the wrong floor and it’s almost curfew... I’d say that gives us the right to do a bit of inquisiting, wouldn’t you Goyle?”
Goyle gave Malfoy a blank look; Draco rolled his eyes.
“Actually, none of that really matters,” Draco snorted as he pulled off his robe and blazer, revealing his white shirt and his silver and green tie. “Now that the Carrows are in charge, they said I can do whatever I want to you...”
“NO!” screamed Katie, as Draco tore at her clothes.
The door to the bathroom flew open with a bang. Draco grabbed Katie and spun around holding her in front of himself, his wand-tip digging under her chin. His eyes widened with surprise to see Ginny Weasley, Fleur Delacour, and Daphne Greengrass. Draco glanced fearfully at Goyle when Fleur shut the door and cast a silencing charm on it.
“What the hell? How did you...?” Draco sputtered.
“We saw you following Katie and Alicia and the Ravenclaw girl, when Daphne and Fleur were walking me back to Gryffindor Tower... so we followed you,” Ginny replied, giving Malfoy a look which promised danger.
“Let go of her!” said Daphne coldly with her wand pointed squarely between Draco’s eyes. “NOW!”
Malfoy had a really bad feeling about this. Potter’s girlfriends and Ginny Weasley could have disarmed him and Goyle when they entered, but had chosen not to.
To hell with this and the political ramifications of fighting with Delacour and Greengrass... his life was clearly on the line. If they wanted a fight, he’d show them exactly what he was capable of now. He was done with the Greengrass Bitch! Draco yanked his wand away from Katie’s neck and aimed it at Daphne.
“AVADA KEDAVRA!” Draco roared. A bolt of green lightning struck the wall, shattering tiles as Daphne dodged and rolled, slashing her wand.
Draco’s one good hand separated from his wrist followed by a crimson spray which splattered against a bathroom mirror, dripping into one of the sinks. He screamed in terror, releasing Katie Bell from the grasp of his prosthetic hand.
Ginny was in a rage, and all she could see was red... First McLaggen and Towler, and now this. She whipped her wand when she saw Katie dive for a bathroom stall and a long scarlet rip tore across Draco’s chest. A bloom of red spread across his white shirt as a piece of his tie fluttered to the bathroom floor.
Time seemed to slow as the memories flashed through Daphne’s mind: humiliating visions of Lucius Malfoy trying to buy her for Draco over the years, each time raising his offer, only to be refused time and again by her father.
The degrading moment that Draco had forced a kiss on Daphne without warning in First Year--Draco had laughed when she cried and had told her that one day he would own her and that she would like it.
Parvati and Luna on the Hogwarts grounds, her sister Astoria in St Mungo’s, and now Katie in a Hogwarts lavatory...
...not to mention that the bastard had just tried to kill her. Daphne slashed her own wand at Draco again, and a gaping wound opened in his neck. Rivulets of blood streamed down his front, staining the rest of his shirt.
Goyle and the Ravenclaw girl both snapped out of their stupor and yelled “Diffindo,” hoping to hit one of the newcomers with their own cutting spells. But Ginny, Fleur, and Daphne were already moving and retaliating. Confused by the First Year Ravenclaw girl’s attack, Fleur dropped her with a stunning spell.
Ginny rolled out of the way of Goyle’s spell and whipped her wand at one of Goyle’s legs. Goyle tumbled to the tiled bathroom floor shrieking, leaving half his leg still standing. As a crimson puddle spread across the tiles below his knee, the foot and calf he’d left behind slowly toppled over.
Ginny and Fleur helped the shivering Katie to her feet while Daphne saw to the groaning Ravenclaw girl who was coming around from the stunning spell.
“You’re not really a Ravenclaw... are you!?” said Daphne, her voice brittle and icy. The terrified girl shook her head and burst into tears.
“It was all Malfoy’s idea...” the girl sobbed loudly. “He m...made me take polyjuice potion--I’m really Crabbe. Please... don’t kill me...”
The girls heard a gurgling sound. They turned to peer at Draco Malfoy as his last breath escaped through the bloody foaming gash across his neck. Katie looked away and heaved, vomiting on the floor.
“You just keep your little mouth shut for now then, and we’ll take you to the hospital wing,” Daphne said, giving the polyjuiced Crabbe-girl a little shove. The fake Ravenclaw girl nodded miserably.

~o0o~

Poppy Pomfrey watched Daphne, Fleur, and Ginny depart from the infirmary for a second time in one day as she dosed Katie Bell and Vincent Crabbe with calming draughts. Dutifully and sadly, she notified Professors McGonagall and Flitwick about the Slytherins bleeding out in the girl’s lavatory, near Ravenclaw Tower, mentioning that one was already deceased.
Ten minutes later the curfew bell struck. Poppy heard explosions as fireworks began to erupt throughout the castle and she knew that the members of the Coven were making their escape.

~o0o~

“Oh... yes... Oh... that feels good, Amycus... harder...” Alecto moaned blissfully as the bed rocked beneath them.
“Bloody Hell! What was that?” Amycus Carrow leapt off his sister when he heard the explosions.
Alecto groaned at the poor timing--she had been so close to release. But as she watched her naked brother pull his clothes back on, she knew she would have to follow suit. Hurriedly the Carrow siblings dressed and dashed from their quarters into the castle.
It was mayhem!
Students were pouring out from their common rooms and into the hallways screaming. Red and green pinwheels, purple rockets, silver comets, and golden shooting stars detonated all around them as acrid smoke filled the corridors. Roman Candles hopped about shooting up sparks and balls of fire as Sparklers flew around writing swear words in the air.
“Bye bye Losers!” someone yelled as a rush of wind swept by the faces of the Carrows.
“Send our love to the Minister...” shouted another.
The Carrows looked up to see two red-headed students swooping through the castle on their brooms. The front doors burst open and the Weasley Twins soared into the night sky followed by a large number of other students on broomsticks.
Unspeakables ran around madly, trying unsuccessfully to corral the students and contain the fireworks. But the Vanishing Spells and Counterspells only seemed to cause the fireworks to multiply and grow larger. To top things off, Peeves the Poltergeist was flying around and cackling as he pushed busts off their pillars and dropped chandeliers to shatter on the floor below.
The Carrows shared a look and their faces fell in horror. The Potters!
The newly crowned Headmaster and Headmistress of Hogwarts hurried through the pandemonium erupting all around them and down into the dungeons. But by the time they arrived it was too late; several Unspeakables lay unconscious on the floor by the empty cell.

~o0o~

Hermione was the first to jump out of Phineas Nigellus’s portrait into the library at Number 12, gasping breathlessly as her bushy ginger tail flailed behind her. Parvati leapt down behind her, landing gracefully on all fours, sleek black tail aquiver, and as out of breath as Hermione.
Phineas grumbled as the other members of the Coven jostled by him and Harry guided them through the frame one by one. Finally, after Harry was sure everyone else was out, he gave Phineas an apologetic look and heaved himself out of the portrait into Number 12. Harry turned around and muttered the spell to close the Portal Charm behind them.
“Sorry about that Headmaster Black....” Harry said sincerely, “Emergency Exit! Thanks for your patience!”
“Yes... yes, never mind that,” moaned the portrait of Sirius’s Ancestor. “Patience isn’t really my strong suit... I made a promise to Dumbledore!”
“Thanks for the rescue Dora!” Luna hugged the older girl and gave her a kiss as her fluffy white tail waved happily.
“I hope everyone back at Hogwarts is alright,” said Jennifer anxiously.
“Is Draco Malfoy really dead?” Parvati asked Daphne hopefully. Daphne nodded awkwardly as tears rolled down her cheeks, feeling ashamed of herself.
“Eet was a fitting end to a very wicked young man,” Fleur said adamantly, embracing Daphne and kissing her. “Zat Malfoy... ‘e violated Parvati, ‘e hurt your sister, he tried to rape Katie, ‘e tried to kill you, and he was going to ‘elp ze Carrows torture our loved ones--you did what you ‘ad to do Daphne.”
“Bloody well right you did!” Dora agreed.
“But... but it was so awful...” sobbed Daphne. “All the blood... and I did it--I stood there and watched him die... that doesn’t seem right...”
“You were not ze only one Daphne--Ginny... she also ‘elped put zat fiend where ‘e belongs... Malfoy, ‘e deserved every bit of it.”
Hermione entwined her arms and furry tail around Daphne and kissed her too. “I know it feels wrong Daphne, but that’s because you’re a good person. I felt the same way after I killed Wormtail...”
Harry put his arms around his wife, Fleur, and Daphne, and planted a tender kiss on Daphne’s lips as well.
“I love you Daphne!” said Harry softly. “We all love you... we all know what a kind, loving person you truly are! It’s alright to be glad that people as cruel as Draco and his father are dead. They can’t hurt anyone anymore.”
Daphne peered into Harry’s liquid green eyes and returned his kiss, she pressed her lips against Fleur’s and Hermione’s... Daphne suddenly realised that Parvati, Luna, and Jennifer were holding her too, and she kissed each in turn.
She felt the warm glow of the Coven growing inside her where she had felt nothing but ice since she had witnessed Draco and Goyle following Katie Bell and Alicia through Hogwarts earlier that evening. As the spark grew and caught flame, the glacial shard which had pierced her heart melted and she felt whole again.
“Welcome home Daphne,” Hermione purred.
Feeling much better, Daphne snuggled with Fleur on one of the sofas by the fireplace in Number 12’s cozy Parlour, where the Coven had migrated to from the library. Hermione purred a bit more and settled on Harry’s lap as he tapped his mirror and contacted Professor McGonagall.
“Oh thank goodness you’re alright Harry!” Minerva McGonagall exclaimed with relief.
“Yeah... we all got out safely,” Harry responded, smiling at Professor McGonagall’s rare use of his first name. “What about everyone at Hogwarts? Did the Weasley Twins manage to get any muggleborn students out?”
“It is still quite chaotic here at the moment,” McGonagall replied as the sound of fireworks exploding could be heard in the background, “But, yes, a fair number of muggleborn students departed on brooms much to the dismay of the Carrows... But I will not know if all the muggleborn escaped until we do a head count tomorrow most likely.”
“Is Ginny alright?” asked Hermione anxiously.
“Yes... Miss Weasley is quite alright,” Minerva answered. “Young Mr Crabbe and Mr Goyle made it very clear to the Carrows that Miss Greengrass was most responsible for the death of Mr Malfoy in response to his failed attempt at employing a Killing Curse against her...”
“The Carrows accepted the Slytherin boys’ explanation of events and seemed quite reluctant to force the issue any further... something about the Minister and Wizengamot politics.”
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