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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Professor Dumbledore was astounded! Tom Riddle's diary, The Heir of Slytherin, and a Basilisk! They were clearly connected. The Diary had a dark magical enchantment on it. And Dumbledore had his suspicions about what it might be.
Dumbledore dearly wanted to talk to the shade of Tom Riddle, which he realised must be residing in the diary, but decided it would be too risky. It was best to be done with this immediately. He had sent the rest of the staff to round up all of the students to keep them together safely. But Harry and Hermione remained with Dumbledore in his office.
The Headmaster took the Sword of Gryffindor from its perch. He gestured to the two students to stand clear. Harry and Hermione watched in bewilderment. Professor Dumbledore placed the diary on the floor and struck it with the sword.**
A ghastly shriek reverberated through Dumbledore's office. The lights flickered ominously and an unearthly wind blew papers around the room and whipped their robes. A geyser of black ink exploded from the hole which the headmaster had just cleaved in the diary. And just as quickly as the ruckus began, it was over.
"Well, Harry..." Said the Headmaster looking impressed. "That's the second time you and Miss Granger have done a number on Voldemort here at Hogwarts."
"What? You mean Tom Riddle..."
"Is Voldemort. Yes, Harry. This diary contained a bit of his soul if I'm not mistaken. I'm certain it was used to open the Chamber of Secrets. A student was likely manipulated by Riddle's memory to do so. But alas, though the diary is dead, we still need to find the Basilisk and the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets before we can put this to rest."
"But we think we know..." began Harry.
"...where it is." Finished Hermione excitedly. "The entrance is in the girl's lavatory on the first floor. We worked it out. Moaning Myrtle is the student who was killed by the monster the first time and she was killed in the lavatory."
It took several hours-and a bit of Parseltongue help from Harry-but the professors of Hogwarts gained entrance to the Chamber of Secrets and slew the Basilisk when it returned without finding any prey.
Poppy Pomfrey brought a sobbing Ginny Weasley to Dumbledore's office a short time later, and the entire sorry story was known.
An hour after that a perplexed Cornelius Fudge and an angry Lucius Malfoy stalked from the Headmaster's office. Fudge decided he needed a drink-or several-and asked Poppy if she would like to join him in Hogsmeade.
Lucius was followed by a dejected Dobby who kept pointing at the diary in Dumbledore's hands, then pointing at Lucius. Harry understood. He quickly pulled off a sock.
"May I borrow the diary a moment sir?" Harry asked.
"Certainly Harry." Dumbledore replied with a smirk hidden under his long white beard. He rather hoped that Harry had an idea to expose Malfoy as the perpetrator of this mess.
But Lucius knew what was up when Harry accosted him, handed him the diary, and accused him of slipping it into Ginny Weasley's book-bag at Flourish and Botts. Or at least he thought he did. Lucius whacked Dobby on the head with the diary, then thrust it into the house-elf's tiny little hands. Dobby opened the book and squealed with delight when he found the sock.
"Master has given Dobby clothes. Dobby is FREEEEEEE..." The House-Elf danced around gleefully.
Rage took Lucius. Forgetting where he was, Lucius reached for his wand to hex Potter. A blast of magic from the elated House-Elf blew Lucius off his feet and knocked him out cold. Fudge and Poppy looked down at their feet in surprise.
"Oh... er Poppy! Shouldn't we help him before we go?" The Minister asked.
Madame Pomfrey regarded the prone Lucius Malfoy with a sour expression. Inwardly she grinned. Poppy sniffed disdainfully.
"He'll be fine Minister. Nothing a few years in Azkaban wouldn't fix. Come along, I could use a stiff Firewhiskey." She grabbed Fudge's arm and led him away before he could start asking Dumbledore more questions.
Harry was under attack. Dobby was clinging to one of his legs and sobbing happily at having been set free from his horrible Master, and Hermione had Harry trapped in a huge bear hug... er... cat hug. Her bushy cat tail waved joyfully and she smothered him with kisses for freeing Dobby.
The Headmaster averted his eyes and whistled a little tune. The corner of Professor McGonagall's mouth turned up in mirth and she made to take Albus's arm and leave the youngsters to it. But Dumbledore had one thing he wanted to say to Harry before going back to his office.
"Harry, I would like it if you and Miss Granger could come up to my office tomorrow at 3pm. We have a lot to discuss."
Minerva saw the anxiety in the young wizards' faces. She rolled her eyes and snorted at Albus, then spoke to Harry and Hermione herself.
"Never mind the Headmaster's cryptic behaviour you two. You may remain quartered in your private lodgings until the end of term, at which point we shall discuss future arrangements. For now, go and enjoy yourselves. you've earned it."
That evening, Fred and George threw a massive celebration in the Gryffindor common room and wouldn't take no for an answer from Harry and Hermione.
Most of Gryffindor welcomed Harry and Hermione back with open arms, and very apologetically. But a few Gryffindors sulked in a corner together glaring at Hermione and Harry. Seamus, Ron, Ginny, Lavender, Faye, and three others had a pity party for themselves while everyone else was toasting the Golden Duo.
Everybody wanted to stroke Hermione's furry cat tail and ears. Hermione looked a bit overwhelmed. Harry was extremely cautious and he only let people have a couple of pets each so that Hermione wouldn't get worked up and embarrass herself. Parvati got kisses from both of them though. Harry wanted everyone to know that she was an exemplar of Gryffindor Chivalry.
The party went on well into the night. The younger Gryffindors had all gone to bed, but the common room was still a quarter full of giddy older teens, many of whom were now paired up and making out on the sofas. The lights were dimmed, and only the magical disco ball provided any significant illumination as it strobed.
Hermione's ears and tail twitched with mirth when she spotted Angelina pinning Fred to a couch, sitting on top of him, and pulling off her blazer. Angelina was taking advantage of the darkness and the strobing to fulfill a long held fantasy.
Only if one was paying attention-as Harry and Hermione were-would they have noticed Angelina slip off her panties and stuff them under a cushion. And only if they were paying attention would they have noticed her unzipping Fred's fly, pulling something out and repositioning herself.
Angelina adjusted her skirt and settled herself with a slight gasp. She took Fred's hands and placed them where she wanted them-on her firm large breasts. Fred was chortling with glee as he began to squeeze them through the fabric of Angelina's blouse. She began to ride Fred in time to the music and leaned over to thoroughly snog him.
If any of the other young wizard couples making out or dancing noticed, they didn't say anything.
Hermione was sitting on Harry's lap with her arms and fluffy tail curled around him purring contentedly. They were in a soft recliner in the darkest corner of the common room, untouched by the flashing strobe lights, watching the show that Angelina and Fred were putting on. She could feel him stiffen under her bottom and her furry tail tightened around him in delight.
Hermione REALLY wanted to do what Angelina and Fred were doing, and she started to unzip Harry. But Harry put his hand on hers.
"Wait Hermione." Harry said quietly. "You know how loud you get. Are you sure you want to do this here? What if McGonagall shows up to shut the party down while we're at it?"
Hermione's fluffy tail drooped a bit. What Harry was saying made sense. She almost threw caution to the wind, but settled on a compromise. Harry didn't make very much noise, and she could get some satisfaction from making him happy. She continued to unzip Harry in the shadows.
Hermione put her face in Harry's lap and pulled his robes over her head. Wand in hand, she vanished Harry's briefs so that he would be more comfortable, and made a note to herself to order him some boxers.
Harry continued to watch Fred and Angelina writhing on the sofa near the fireplace. Fred had his hands under Angelina's blouse now, and her skirt had ridden up exposing her naked hips and bottom as she continued to ride him.
Harry felt Hermione's lips and her wet mouth envelop his erection. Hermione wrapped her cat tongue around Harry's penis and sucked. Harry gently stroked Hermione's fluffy tail, but not enough to over-stimulate her senses. The pulses of pleasure in his groin surged and Harry placed his other hand softly on Hermione's head as it bobbed up and down underneath his robes.
The urge to thrust entered his loins. Hermione let Harry hold her head steady and he went deeper as he thrust rhythmically. She didn't stop him when he pushed all the way in and stiffened. Hermione held her breath as Parvati had taught her to do at this stage, and she could feel Harry's penis spasming and ejaculating into her throat while he held her head down.
Harry had been so turned on by watching Fred and Angelina that he produced copious amounts of semen. Hermione waited until Harry finished and she swallowed as he pulled himself wetly from her mouth.
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