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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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Jennifer awoke to the pitter-pat of gentle rain on the balcony and the muted light of a wet dawn, stretching out her toes and sighing contentedly in the nest of warm bodies that belonged to her new family. It felt really good to be with them in the bed which she had grown up in, enlarged though it was.
She could feel Dora’s sweet warm breath and soft lips against the bare skin of her shoulder, the older girl’s arm around her slender waist. And she could hear from the other side of Dora, the peaceful slumbering purrs of Luna and Parvati, and the soft breathing of Fleur and Daphne .
Hermione’s nakedness was snuggled right up against Jennifer’s own nude form on the other side, her bushy ginger tail curled around Jennifer’s midriff. The cat-witch’s golden-brown tresses spilled across Jennifer’s other shoulder, and one of her hands rested between the top of Jennifer’s inner-thighs.
A swell of emotion came over Jennifer and she leaned slightly, pressing her lips against Hermione’s forehead. As she did so, her hand came into contact with Harry’s arm, which was coiled around Hermione, and realised that he was stirring awake too.
“Morning Harry,” she whispered when his green eyes smiled at her from under his messy black hair as he lifted his head over Hermione’s shoulder.
“Morning Jennifer,” he whispered back.
“Hermione was right,” she murmured happily as she clasped Harry’s warm hand, “I’ve only been home one night with you all, and you’ve already made some nice new memories for me here.”
Harry gave Jennifer a lopsided grin. He had to admit, he’d been a bit surprised when Jennifer had stripped to the skin at bedtime, expecting everyone else to follow suit. It had been more of a heated snugglefest than a full-on romp. But everyone had been brought to completion at least once--if not twice--with caressing fingers in their slick folds, gentle hands encircling Harry’s stiffness, entwining tongues and lips, breasts pressed against each other.
Harry leaned over Hermione a bit more as Jennifer leaned towards him and their lips met for a moist, tender kiss. Hermione began to stir, feeling Harry’s erection pressing into her backside.
“Morning you two,” she said, furry ears twitching cheerily as her lips joined Jennifer’s and Harry’s.
Hermione giggled when she realised that her hand was still trapped between Jennifer’s naked thighs. She slid it up to gently cup Jennifer’s downy covered mound, then slipped her fingers inside the other girl’s moist bare cleft, wriggling her own naked bottom to make room for Harry’s stiffness between her cheeks.
Harry grinned and slid one of his hands under and around Hermione to squeeze one of her firm little globes, tugging on the hardening nipple with his fingers. His other hand grasped Hermione’s hip as he began to thrust his penis into the valley of Hermione’s bottom cheeks. He could feel the tip poking Hermione’s humid slit, sliding along its length as he pressed forth.
Hermione purred, her bushy tail thwipping back and forth over Harry, and then over Jennifer as they gyrated together. Dora woke suddenly with a grin when she realised what was happening. She slid her own hands across Jennifer’s smooth, satiny belly, and up her torso to entrap the younger girl’s shimmying breasts, pressing her own breasts into Jennifer’s back while nuzzling her neck.
“Oh, are we starting again?” giggled Luna as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and whisked her fluffy white tail. She gave Dora and Parvati both kisses, before leaning over Parvati to kiss Fleur and Daphne.
“Mmm... ees always a nice way to start ze day,” murmured Fleur as the bed began to squeak.
“I’d say so too,” Parvati yawned, wriggling her sleek black tail as she stirred between Daphne and Luna. “Rise and shine sleeping beauty,” she giggled, giving the still slumbering Daphne a wet kiss on the lips.
When Fleur pressed her own lips to Daphne’s, Daphne’s eyelashes finally fluttered open. Daphne had felt every kiss, but been drifting on a peaceful sea of bliss.
“Can’t you guys let a girl sleep?” Daphne teased, as she returned everyone’s kisses. Then she felt the bed rocking and grinned, understanding why they’d been so insistent.
Harry was surprised at just how nice it felt to simply thrust his erection into the hollow where the cleft of Hermione’s bottom cheeks met her thighs, wondering why they’d never tried that before. Hermione’s purring grew louder as Harry’s motions became more vigorous and his shaft rubbed between the damp lips of her entrance, the tip striking her fleshy nubbin. Jennifer moaned as her sopping tightness clenched around Hermione’s probing fingers, and Dora tweaked her nipples, sucking and nibbling her neck.
Finally Harry succumbed the delightful friction; he groaned as the waves of bliss took him and he burst. Jets of his viscous white fluid spurted between Hermione’s legs, flooding her labia and upper thighs, spilling onto the sheets of the bed.
The force of Harry’s release sent several ribbons of ejaculate flying from the tip his penis poking out from between Hermione's thighs, spattering against Hermione’s busy hand. Strands of his semen landed on Jennifer’s thighs and mound. When she felt Harry’s stickiness strike her sensitive skin as Hermione’s thumb twirled her clitoris, and Dora tugged on her nipples, Jennifer trembled and quaked, exploding into ecstasy, dousing Hermione’s fingers with her own dewiness.
The bed continued to rock as the Coven greeted the morning with aplomb.

~o0o~

After everyone had showered and dressed, Dobby brought them breakfast in the parlour with the enormous flat-screen television and Harry turned on the BBC morning news. One news segment in particular drew little gasps of horror from the coven. The eggs and bacon in Harry’s stomach churned, and he was glad that he had finished eating.
“Blimey!” Harry muttered in surprise, “Another Inferi attack in Yorkshire... I thought those would be done with by now.”
“Walkers...? ” squeaked Daphne. “Is that what muggles call Inferi then?”
“Well, the BBC just called them zombies during their coverage of the Gateshead attack,” Harry replied with a puzzled frown.
“The media must have taken to calling them ‘Walkers’ because of that popular American television show,” said Hermione, her furry ears twitching pensively. “I suppose there are still some of those ‘contagious’ ones running around...”
“...and the Ministry hasn’t been able to catch all of them!” Harry nodded in understanding.
“Or worse...” Hermione added, trailing off.
“Wait... you don’t really think...? ” gasped Fleur. Dora’s eyes widened in shock when she realised what Hermione was implying.
“...That the Ministry might be making a few of their own!” Hermione bit her lip anxiously. “They might be...” she said in a small voice. Jennifer and Daphne shared frightened looks with Luna and Parvati.
“Bloody Hell!” swore Harry as he rubbed his forehead. “You’re right Hermione! I wouldn’t put it past the Minister to make a few Inferi as well. She might be doing it to help the muggle Prime Minister...”
“...to add to a climate of fear for him to exploit politically,” Hermione concluded with a nod.
“I suppose we’re just lucky that wizards will stop them from turning everyone then?” said Jennifer hopefully.
“Yeah...” Harry sighed. “The Ministry will probably keep them from getting out of hand. It wouldn’t do to have too many running amok--just enough to keep people frightened. I'm just glad that the Inferi were put down and only a few people were killed. I suppose it could have been much worse...”
Everyone hoped that the worst of the news was over, but the final segment was perhaps even more disturbing, if that was possible.
“Oh no!” groaned Parvati, her glossy black tail whipping in agitation. Everyone turned to look at Harry, who appeared surprisingly unperturbed.
“It was bound to happen sooner or later,” said Harry, grimacing. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since Mad Eye wrote and told me that the Muggle PM was calling Sirius an ‘International Terrorist’ and blaming him in part for the Sunderland Stadium attack...”
“But now the muggle government is trying to say that you are too Harry!” said Parvati angrily. “They’ve got a warrant out for your arrest!”
“How can they do that? You’re only 14!” Daphne looked stricken.
“Your face is all over the news!” Jennifer moaned.
“Harry will be alright...” said Luna serenely. “He’s a metamorphmagus... like Dora!”
“Yeah... try not worry too much,” said Dora with a wry smile. “Harry’s brilliant at it. And except for Dumbledore, Sirius, and Lupin, nobody else knows that Harry is one besides us.”
“I just won’t be able to go out in public as myself for awhile,” said Harry.
“And it’ll really throw them off if Harry goes out in girl form,” Hermione smirked, curling her bushy tail around him. “They definitely won’t be looking for him as a girl.”
Harry grinned when he spotted the sudden hungry gleam in everyone’s eyes and remembered an unfulfilled promise. Dora shook her head and chuckled sympathetically.
“Looks like you lot will be getting your supermodel-Harriet fashion show finally,” he chortled.
“Oooh! I’ve got loads of lovely clothes for you to try in my wardrobe Harry!” said Jennifer eagerly, her face brightening.

~o0o~
The girls spent the next few hours giggling and ransacking Jennifer’s chests of drawers and her wardrobe, making Harriet try on everything they could find while Hermione and Dora watched, chortling in amusement. Daphne, Fleur, Parvati, and Jennifer were the most excited about choosing the clothes which would best suit Harriet, but Luna thought it was loads of good fun.
Harriet didn’t mind as much as she had thought she would. And Harriet had to admit that she rather enjoyed the satiny feeling of the girls undergarments against her skin, and she considered ordering some silk boxers from Hermione’s catalogue for when she reverted to boy form. But she was still a bit relieved when they finally stopped after finding a dress which set off her skin tones and eye colour nicely.
“Very pretty...” said Jennifer with a grin.
“You’re gorgeous Harriet!” said Hermione happily, giving her a warm kiss. “I’m glad that some of us have such good fashion sense. Now we can go into the little village nearby with Jennifer...”
“But not until after we’ve disguised you up a bit, Hermione,” Dora interjected. “The transfiguration disguise spells aren’t nearly as good as being a metamorphmagus of course--they’re not as complete, they're not long-lasting, and they're easily undone by other wizards if they suspect who you really are... But it should be good enough to pass you off for a short time, especially in a muggle village where nobody knows you.”
After Harriet made Hermione’s bushy tail and furry ears invisible, Dora waved her wand and muttered a few incantations. Hermione’s hair straightened and lengthened, turning a dark shade of auburn. Her face rounded, eyebrows and nose taking on a slightly different shape, and her eyes turned hazel. Harriet could still just make out that it was Hermione, but she could see that it would be effective enough to fool anyone who didn’t know her.
“Yeah... you just can’t do such a complete job, but it’ll do!” said Dora. “The most important thing is that you're just as pretty as before!” she concluded with a wink and a giggle.
“So... er.... should we all go?” Harriet asked the others.
“No... The rest of us can come down another day for a look around the village together,” said Luna wisely, giving her head a little shake with a sad smile at Jennifer. “It might be a bit much for us to all visit Jennifer’s parents’ grave the first day she’s back.”
Thankfully, the rain was only moderate as Harriet, Dora, and Hermione walked down the driveway to the wrought-iron gates at the bottom of the hill, and then down the country avenue lined with dripping beeches and elm trees to the nearby village. Jennifer led the way, holding Dora’s hand, each with an umbrella in their other hands.
Harriet walked arm in arm with Hermione, holding a large umbrella over the both of them, glad that Jennifer had nice sensible walking shoes to go with her dresses. She was certain that she wouldn’t manage even a few metres through the puddles in heels, to say nothing of three kilometres. Harriet was wearing a pretty tan overcoat over the green dress which had been chosen for her by the others. She tingled slightly when she felt a cool breeze between her thighs, unused to the sensation.
Hermione spotted the slightly awkward look on Harriet’s face and smiled impishly.
“So how does it feel?” Hermione asked. Harriet grinned, turning a bit pink.
“It’s a bit weird not wearing trousers or shorts...” Harriet replied. “As a boy, I never really got the appeal of kilts, or how loads of older wizards just wear robes. But there’s... there’s something sort of... er... nice about it actually.”
Their first stop was in the little village grocery-and-post-office. Several villagers gawked in surprise when they spied the new arrivals, and whispered to one another. A fat grey tabby cat lazily reclining on one of the counters spotted Hermione and began purring loudly.
“Miss Watts!? ” gasped the cheery round shop-owner when she turned around to see who her cat was purring at. “It’s so lovely to see you again dear! I’m dreadfully sorry about your parents... such a shame,” she said sympathetically.
“Er... thank you Mrs Kindling,” said Jennifer, swallowing nervously as she squeezed Dora’s hand for support.
“Are these lovely young ladies some new friends of yours then?” asked Mrs Kindling, smiling warmly at Dora, Hermione and Harriet.
“Er... yeah, they’ll be staying with me for a bit,” Jennifer replied, blushing. “I... er... I just thought I’d hire a post box if you’ve got one available.”
“Of course dear...”
After leaving the shop, they strolled through the cobbled streets peering at the buildings, many of which were centuries old.
“That’s the village church which Mum and Dad went to over there...” Jennifer began, before being interrupted by a squeal.
“Jennifer? ” squeaked a blonde girl who looked about the same age as Hermione and Jennifer. “Is that really you? Where have you been?”
The blonde girl darted across the street and gave Jennifer a teary hug. Judging from Jennifer’s stiff response, Harriet thought it might be the same girl that she had liked, but fallen out with.
“Er... Hello Anna...!” Jennifer said awkwardly.
“I... I heard about your parents... and that you had been taken to the hospital...” sniffled Jennifer’s old friend, wiping some tears away. “I... I just...” Anna’s voice caught as she trembled. “...I’m sorry! ... For everything! ... I was horrid the last time I saw you.”
Jennifer bit her lip and glanced at Dora and Harriet who both appeared a bit uncomfortable, then she caught Hermione’s eyes. Hermione nodded slightly. Jennifer softened and turned back to her old friend.
“Thanks Anna...” she said, returning the other girl’s hug. “I’m sorry too! If I’d known...”
“No... it’s alright! Really... I was silly not to tell you I was entering a painting too. I just wanted so badly to win... even though I knew you’d entered... especially because you’d entered,” Anna nearly whispered, shamefaced. “I... I thought if I could beat you...”
Anna couldn’t bring herself to finish her sentence. She peered at Dora, Hermione, and Harriet, seeing their concerned faces, and squeezed Jennifer’s hand.
“Anyway,” Anna continued haltingly, casting her eyes down. “I... I know I hurt you badly... I’m glad you’ve made some new friends Jennifer! Maybe one day... Well... I should let you go... see where your parents are buried!”
The blonde girl released Jennifer’s hand. Before Jennifer could voice a response, the girl dashed back across the street, splashing through the puddles as she turned a corner and disappeared. Jennifer swallowed, blinking back tears.
“It’ll be alright Love,” Dora murmured as she took Jennifer’s arm with one of her own. She brushed some stray strands of ebony hair out of Jennifer’s face and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “You’ll see ‘er again someday...”

~o0o~

The peaceful cemetery of the little church backed onto a small wooded area of hawthorn, elm trees and shrubbery, beyond which lay an open field. The church itself was hidden by hedges and trees except for the steeple, and nobody else was around in any case, as morning services were long over.
Several little red fox kits played nearby in the wet grass, squeaking and tumbling over the graves. They hid behind a gravestone when they spotted the newcomers, but didn’t run away when the young witches approached. Harriet’s breath caught in delight as she quietly pointed out the adorable little faces with quivering whiskers peeking out from behind the stone.
Dora and Jennifer both smiled when they spied the foxes as well. Jennifer gave a little gasp when she realised whose names were on the stone they were hiding behind. She bit her lip and tears trickled down her cheeks as she said goodbye to her mum and dad, feeling comforted in Dora’s arms, glad to have Harriet and Hermione with her as well.
Harriet cuddled Hermione as the raindrops began falling again, not bothering to open their umbrella, feeling the sting of tears in her own eyes. Hermione looked about furtively to make sure that nobody was spying on them and gave Harriet a kiss on the lips.
“One day Hermione...” Harriet whispered as her tears were lost in the rain. “One day soon... I need to visit Godric’s Hollow!”
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