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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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Daphne’s ears perked, overhearing the conversation between the Potters and Professor McGonagall. She wriggled off Fleur’s lap and closer to the comfy armchair in which the Potters were seated together. Daphne kneeled on the sofa, leaning over the armrest and peered into their mirror.
“Are you sure Ginny’s alright?” she asked, looking very concerned. “I don’t want her to get in trouble for what I did. She’s been through enough today as it is...”
Discerning the deeper intent behind Daphne’s query, Minerva McGonagall paused for a moment before answering.
“Yes dear,” Minerva replied, her features softening, “When I last saw Miss Weasley, she was with Mr Longbottom, who seems to have her well in hand. I will personally see to them both after things settle down this evening and be sure to have Madam Pomfrey keep an eye on her as well. Don’t you worry--we’ll look after her...”
“As to any potential reprisals--my reading of the situation is that the Minister has ordered a hands off approach in regards to Miss Weasley... possibly due to the fact that the Minister’s deputy is her older brother.”
“Ah... that makes sense,” Harry let out a sigh of relief, feeling a bit better about Ginny being left behind. “Of all his family, Percy seems to like Ginny best--and the Minister will probably do whatever she can to keep Percy’s loyalty.”
“It’s a good thing the Twins escaped then...” Hermione mused, flicking her furry ears pensively. “They never got on with Percy. Ron should be alright as long as he doesn’t try anything stupid I suppose.”
“Indeed!” Minerva sighed, “In any case, I shall do my utmost to keep the remaining students safe. Until we hear from the Headmaster--the real one that is--we should all try and keep our heads down for a bit. And Miss Greengrass--I shall be certain to inform your father that you are safe and sound--please be sure to let the others know that I will inform their parents of their safety as well.”
By the time the Potters finished conferring with Professor McGonagall, Harry realised it was getting late, and his stomach was grumbling. He glanced at the rest of the Coven, who all appeared to have settled down, the worst of the anxiety and stress of the escape from Hogwarts having ebbed.
“Anyone else hungry?” he asked. “Most of us haven’t eaten since breakfast. I can have a look and see what’s in the pantry.”
Hermione blushed, wriggling her furry tail in embarrassment when her own tummy rumbled in response. Fleur and Daphne both nodded; they had been too anxious to eat much at dinner time.
“Oooh... ta Harry! Yes please!” Parvati’s eyes lit up, her sleek tail perking. “I’m starving, but don’t put yourself out...”
“...we can help you make dinner if you’d like!” Luna concluded with a happy swish of her fluffy tail.
“Right then,” Harry nodded. “I’m not sure what we’ve got--but it’ll be a good chance to practice our transfiguration if there's nothing interesting...”
Harry was interrupted by a loud cracking sound, and Jennifer squealed. Dora’s wand was instantly in her hand.
Harry’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Dobby struggling with a very irate looking snowy owl. Apparently Hedwig didn’t think very much of traveling by apparition. The badly scratched but gleeful looking Dobby released Hedwig and she flew to the top of a tall mahogany bookcase squawking angrily at him.
“Dobby is rescuing Master Harry’s Hedwig,” squeaked the delighted House-Elf.
“Er... thank you very much Dobby!” said Harry, torn between bemusement and concern.
“Oh you poor thing,” Hermione dabbed at Dobby’s bleeding claw and peck marks with her hanky. “You really didn’t have to do that Dobby...”
“...We visited the Owlery on Thursday and told Hedwig where to find us,” Harry finished.
“But it be too dangerous for Master Harry and Mistress Hermione’s Hedwig to fly to London,” Dobby explained. “Dobby overhears new Headmistress order Unspeakables to put tracking spell on Mr and Mrs Potter’s owl... They might be hurting her!”
“Oh...” Harry shared a dark look with Hermione, then gave Hedwig a reproachful eye. Hedwig sheepishly turned her face away and hooted apologetically at Dobby.
“You absolutely did the right thing then! Thanks again Dobby--you’re brilliant! I’m giving you a raise...”
“Master Harry is too good to Dobby sir!” The House Elf interjected, bursting into happy tears. “Dobby be making dinner for Master Harry and his Mistresses now...”
Dobby disappeared with another loud crack before Harry could refuse. The girls couldn’t help giggling at being called Harry’s “Mistresses” by Dobby again. Harry rubbed his forehead and flushed with embarrassment. Moments later the sound of pots clanging and the smell of cooking food wafted up the stairs from the kitchen below.
Dobby had outdone himself yet again with a delicious feast, and soon everyone felt satisfied and very relaxed after the late supper he had whipped up for them. There were plenty of rooms available, but the members of the Coven seemed reluctant to split up when Hermione suggested that they try to get some sleep.
“Your house is very lovely, Harry,” said Luna, flicking her furry white ears as she peered at him hopefully with big round eyes when he and Hermione gave everyone a tour.
“It’s really nice,” Parvati agreed, curling her satiny black tail around Hermione.
“It’s your house too now...” Harry replied earnestly. “If you want to redecorate a bit of it, you’re welcome to.”
“Ze bedrooms--the decor is most elegant,” Fleur cooed, batting her eyelashes at Hermione, “Some of them clearly show a woman’s touch.”
“They’re very cozy,” Daphne remarked coquettishly.
“You should have seen it here before Sirius and Lupin cleaned this place up,” Harry said with a grin. “It was horrid...”
“And then Mum and my Auntie redecorated a lot of the bedrooms with the help of Abby Brixton--the Auror Madam Bones sent to look after them,” Hermione added, twirling her bushy tail happily.
“Yeah... Abby’s a real sweetie. I always liked ‘er best when I was still in trainin’.” Dora’s hair flouresced a cheerful pink as she returned Harry’s grin and gave Jennifer a wink. Jennifer stifled a giggle and gazed at Harry and Hermione with big doe-eyes.
The Potters folded easily. Hermione purred and glanced at Harry who was smirking. Neither of them could resist the imploring looks of the Coven.
“Come on then,” Hermione said with a laugh, and led the way to the bedroom-suite she shared with Harry; he cast an Enlargement Charm on the four-poster bed upon entrance.
“I suppose pyjamas are out of the question then?” Harry chortled when Hermione, Luna, and Parvati began tugging his clothes off, waving their tails gleefully. The other young witches tittered as they undressed.
“Don’t be silly Harry!” giggled Luna as she tickled him with her fluffy white tail. “Pyjamas are an inconvenience reserved for when you have guests over--not for your ‘mistresses’... ”
“Bah! I’m never going to live that one down,” Harry groaned, face reddening as his nude wife and the other two unclothed young cat-witches dragged him onto the bed, and the rest of the naked young witches clambered up beside them, “You know you all mean more to me than that...”
“...More to both of us!” Hermione added, kissing Luna and Parvati giddily as she stroked Harry’s erection.
Having everyone she loved finally here at home in her own bed was almost overwhelming; an exhilarating swooping sensation of freedom rippled through Hermione--she knew what she wanted first. Ecstatically, she rolled on her back and pulled a somewhat dazed Harry on top of her.
Already meowing with pleasure, Hermione wrapped her thighs and bushy ginger tail around Harry’s backside; he pistoned his stiff penis into her convulsing wet pink sheath while Luna and Parvati sucked her nipples and tickled her with their own furry tails.
Dora giggled, enjoying the show as Jennifer and Daphne played with her ample breasts. Fleur pushed apart Dora’s legs and licked the tender areas of her inner thighs until she reached Dora's sweet spot, then she slipped her tongue inside.
Hermione’s spasmodic undulations and clenching tightness finished Harry; he gasped as the rapturous storm took him and released a torrent of semen into Hermione’s womb.
Hermione didn’t wait for the surging passion to ebb, and the next thing Harry knew he was on his knees with Hermione’s bushy head in his hands as his penis slid over her tongue and plunged into her throat.
Luna nuzzled Harry’s neck from behind, her arms and fluffy tail wrapped around his torso, her hard nipples pressing into his back as she clung to him, moving in time with his thrusting. Parvati’s sleek tail waggled joyfully as she buried her face between Hermione’s bottom cheeks and sucked Harry’s essence from Hermione’s dripping slit.
Hermione wriggled her bottom joyfully against Parvati’s face, feeling the other cat-witch’s tongue probing her inner-depths as Harry’s shaft propelled into her gullet. Hermione arched and trembled as the cascading orgasms took her to the next pinnacle of ecstasy. She felt Harry stiffen, pressing his bare pubes against her lips, and swallowed every last drop of his spurting ejaculate.
Harry wasn’t entirely sure where the energy came from that night, but it exceeded even that of the afternoon of Hermione’s birthday in the Room of Requirement. He supposed it was a release of the tension which had been building all week up to the eventual harrowing escape from Hogwarts. Before he first drifted off into a brief oblivion, he had also filled Parvati and Luna with his stickiness while Hermione tumbled into one euphoric squall of bliss after another with the other witches on their bed. Purrs, yowls, and squeals of delight echoed throughout Number 12.
When Harry came to, Daphne was in his arms hungrily devouring his lips and he filled her with his passion, before being taken up by Fleur, Dora, and Jennifer. Harry and Hermione gave of themselves to each and every witch numerous times through the night before finally succumbing to slumber.
The Maelstrom of Magic swirled and the Potters’ bed-chamber shuddered many times as the Coven consummated their first night together at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

~o0o~

With shaking hands, Minister Dolores Umbridge poured herself an extra-large brandy, filling the snifter almost to the brim. She read the memo from Hogwarts again, then crumpled it up and hurled it into the fireplace.
To say that Dolores was angry or cross would be a serious understatement; perhaps infuriated or enraged would be better terms. But there was little point in allowing herself the luxury of succumbing to fury.
She liked her Spode Magical Pink Puppy Plates, and smashing them would serve no purpose, as unlike the kittens, she could not think of any puppies which were responsible for her current distress in any way, shape, or form.
And contrary to the opinion of some, Dolores Umbridge really didn’t like being angry. Anger led to mistakes and loss of control. And yet she was forced to admit to herself that sometimes anger was an appropriate response which indicated that she had never had control to begin with. Dolores had to concede that she had no control over the mistakes and incompetencies of others.
She understood implicitly that Draco Malfoy’s lack of control over himself was what had led to his unfortunate demise. Just as Lucius’s singular moment of poor judgment on the day he had inadvertently dismissed his House-Elf at Hogwarts had truly been the beginning of his end--and not only of his end, it had ultimately also led to the end of his son.
Dolores could see it clearly now. It was a crying shame that a single mistake had set off a chain of consequences which had extinguished the Malfoy line. Draco’s inability to control his impulses had surely been the outcome of overcompensating for the original loss of his father to Azkaban, his father's eventual death at the hands of Severus Snape, and the unforgivable abandonment of his mother over what had clearly been a triviality on Draco’s part.
The poor lad had simply sought solace in the way that someone of such noble blood deserved, by demanding the submission of his inferiors to his desires the day he had shown his affections for the Halfbreed Patil. The Patil girl should have counted herself lucky to be chosen as a plaything by someone of such superior breeding.
And it was only to be expected that the poor boy would seek to escape the confines of Hogwarts to which he had been unfairly restricted over that incident, to rescue his father from prison.
But Draco had made a serious error in judgment the day he had taken Astoria Greengrass without offering financial compensation to the Warlock of that House. And that, Dolores could only attribute to his fragile state of mind and lack of proper guidance at a time when neither of his parents had been available to offer him the nurturing that such a noble young spirit needed.
If the Old Ways had still been in effect, Draco’s parents could have purchased him a pretty plaything of his own--a pet such as a young muggle or mudblood girl could have provided some measure of comfort and release--and he might still be alive today.
The Gryffindor halfblood Katie Bell was of little consequence--Draco had been fully within his rights for demanding satisfaction from her. But Dolores could hardly blame Daphne Greengrass, a young woman of equal blood status, for defending her own life and the honour of her family.
And as much as Dolores despised the Weasley brood--excepting her deputy of course--and the treasonous politics of the Head of House Weasley, young Ginevra was still a pureblood--not of equal standing politically or financially to be sure--but she was still a member of a pure bloodline and of equal blood status to Gregory Goyle and Draco Malfoy nonetheless.
Ginevra Weasley had been entirely within her rights as well in defending her friend Miss Greengrass’s life and honour against Draco, and in defending her own life against Gregory Goyle, despite the recent downgrading of her family’s social and political status.
Draco’s inability to control his anger at being interrupted at play with an inferior, had led him to making another serious error in judgment, which had finally cost him his life. But it was a tragic waste which could have all been avoided if the Old Ways subscribed to by many of the Noble Houses in times long past had still been legally permissible. And that made Dolores angry.
One of the other events at Hogwarts, the loss of the Potters, while quite upsetting, was not due to any error in judgment on anyone’s part. Dolores could not assign blame for that. Their escape had obviously been planned well in advance, and was clearly part of the ongoing conspiracy being orchestrated by Albus Dumbledore.
And as much as Dolores wished that she could punish the Carrows or the Unspeakables, she knew that they had done nothing wrong. But not having anyone in particular that she could punish for the escape of the Potters and their little friends made her very angry
Then there was the behaviour of the Weasley Twins, following in the treasonous footsteps of their father. Their insurrectionary behaviour and deliberate flouting of authority, their facilitation of the escape of the muggleborn students, their clear lack of respect for blood status, all made them as criminally dangerous as the man their father served, Albus Dumbledore. And that made Dolores extremely angry.
Dolores suddenly noticed that her snifter was empty, and she filled it with Brandy again.

~o0o~

Minister Dolores Umbridge woke the next morning with the worst hangover of her life.
It was true that she was a witch and had access to the best anti-hangover potions that Ministry Money could buy, but she was still infuriated and wished that she could get drunk all over again. Unfortunately, the Minister needed her wits about her as she had a long day ahead. She would have to make do.

~o0o~

The Coven slept until early afternoon. Dobby brought them all a late breakfast which they took in the parlour. Harry turned on the BBC to see if anything interesting was happening in the Muggle World.
Hermione burst into giggles and Harry groaned when the most interesting news seemed to be a report of a mysterious series of earthquakes which had woken the residents of a row of old townhouses in a small neighbourhood in the Islington district of London. Fortunately no damage had occurred, and the sleep deprived residents of Grimmauld Place all seemed to be in strangely high spirits.

AN: Response to reviews:
@ Starr and Marvolo: I'm glad you both enjoyed reading the last chapter as much as I did writing it! :D ;-)
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