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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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Breathlessly she stumbled through the doorway as her heart pounded in her ears, beads of cold sweat dripping from her forehead. She was in another room that she didn’t recognise, hopelessly lost. Flinging open the next door with a bang, she heard the grunts and moans of the horde approaching, the stench of rotting flesh unbearable. She ran down the unknown corridor, hoping it would lead to escape.
Her foot caught on the ragged edge of a hole in the threadbare carpet, sending her tumbling to the floor, skinning her knee. She struggled to get back to her feet but an oppressive weight seemed to be holding her down. Panic set in when she realised that they were in the corridor now; she rolled over to face the Dead and fumbled in her robes for a wand which she couldn’t find.
The lurching corpses were upon her, viscera spilling from their middles, blood drooling from their gaping maws as they began grabbing her arms and legs with cold grey hands, tearing into her with their teeth. The terror took her and she screamed.
“Ssssh... it’s alright Daphne... they’re not here... they’re not here...” murmured a gentle voice.
As she shook violently with fright, Daphne realised that the arms around her were comforting, the bodies against her soft and warm. Tender lips pressed wetly against her own, the scent of breath sweet and fresh, and as Daphne’s nightmare faded she realised that they were Jennifer’s.
“Chérie... my love... do not fear... you are safe...” whispered Fleur in her ear, cuddling Daphne from behind, kissing and stroking her hair, an arm curled protectively around her waist.
Daphne’s trembling began to ebb under Fleur’s and Jennifer’s consoling caresses and kisses. Someone dabbed the cold sweat on her forehead with a soft cloth and she looked up to see Harry’s worried green eyes and messy black hair, and Hermione’s anxious face framed by tumbling golden-brown ringlets.
“We’ve got you Daphne... we won’t let them take you...” said Harry warmly with his own voice, leaning over and kissing her with his own lips.
As Daphne returned Harry’s kiss, she marveled once again that they were as soft and sweet as Harriet’s. He had changed back into a boy just to comfort her, but it really hadn’t been necessary. Harry still tasted the same, still felt the same, no matter which form he took. Harry or Harriet, either way he was still everything Daphne had dreamed her prince would be, kind and brave, loving and gentle.
“We love you Daphne,” said Hermione softly, tears glistening in her lashes.
When Hermione’s lips encircled Daphne’s, and Hermione’s arms enfolded her, Daphne couldn’t help but recall the first time that Hermione had hugged her, and the first time that Hermione had kissed her, the first time that Daphne had felt that fluttery sensation in her tummy which she now knew was love.
Parvati, Luna, and Dora, each also took their turns cuddling and kissing Daphne while Fleur continued her caresses; Daphne couldn’t help but feel safe and warm in the embrace of the Coven, knowing that they all loved her.
“Thanks guys,” Daphne murmured with a little smile. “I feel loads better now!”
Fleur leaned over and took Daphne’s lips with her own for a deep passionate kiss. Daphne rolled over to face Fleur; she could feel Dora snuggling up behind her now with an arm around her waist. As Hermione, Harry and Jennifer rearranged the enormous covers, Daphne wasn’t quite sure how they managed it, but Parvati and Luna had somehow curled up under them lower down. She could feel them purring next to her, their arms and furry tails resting lightly across her legs.
Daphne could hear Hermione, Harry, and Jennifer settling back down under the covers and sighed contentedly, wondering who she’d wake up next to in the morning. Slowly but surely, Daphne drifted into a peaceful slumber.

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Though her terror had been perhaps the most profound, having actually been briefly in the clutches of an Inferius, Daphne was not the only one feeling unsettled that night. Fleur had lay awake long after Daphne had fallen asleep earlier that evening, heart aching for the younger girl, sensing how deeply she had been affected.
Fleur had been unable to get the image of the youngest victims of the Contagious version of the Inferius Curse out of her mind. She knew that there was nothing she could have done for the little ones, once dead. But surely, there must be a way to counter the curse carried by the bites of the Inferi before it took hold and killed the victim, passing along the curse from one to the next. Fleur had still been awake, her mind churning ceaselessly, when Daphne had begun quaking in her sleep and woken with a scream.
“Thank you Hermione,” Fleur whispered gratefully when Hermione returned to bed next to her.
The hollow in her gut began to fill as Hermione snuggled against her, purring, curling her arm and bushy tail around Fleur’s middle, planting little kisses on her neck. Fleur turned her head to receive a warm kiss from Hermione and Harry both, as they settled behind her; her tension unwound and her racing thoughts finally quieted. A smile crept to Fleur’s lips at the sensation of Parvati purring as the young cat-witch nestled between her thighs and Daphne’s.
Harry had been beyond disturbed himself; the same gruesome images that haunted the minds of the others were in his as well, the same heaviness on his heart. But he put his own fears and grief aside to focus on those he loved. He'd had more than his share of horrifying nightmares in the past, but those had been muted by time. It was the flashback to his boggart when Lupin had been teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts which had returned full-force.
Harry was having as much difficulty clearing the refreshed image of the dead-Hermione-boggart from his mind as he was the scene of the Cursed children they had come across in the schoolhouse. But Daphne and the Coven--seeing to them was more important than his own anxieties right now. After helping settle Daphne, Harry had given everyone a hug and a kiss before lying back down next to Hermione.
“Are you alright Harry?” Hermione whispered as he cuddled up behind her, sensing him trying to squash his own trepidation to be strong for everyone else.
“I will be,” murmured Harry in reply as he nuzzled Hermione’s neck and stroked her hair and furry ears. “How about you?”
Harry was glad that Hermione and Luna and Parvati had decided to make their furry ears and tails visible again for tonight when Daphne had woken up screaming. Harry felt as comforted by the cuddly familiarity of their furry presence as he was soothed by Hermione’s closeness and minty aroma. His arm around Hermione’s waist, Harry could feel her purrs and began to relax.
“Mmmm... good! ... That feels nice!” Hermione sighed after a moment, feeling much better herself when she sensed Harry unwinding--and having her furry ears stroked always helped of course. Hermione tilted her head as Harry leaned over to share a deep kiss with her.
Dora had seen a lot of horrible things during her stint as an Auror-in-training, but nothing like what she had seen that day. And the battle with Voldemort’s Inferi had been distant, from the top of a tower. This time had been up close and personal, seeing the Inferi as victims in their own homes and places of business--not as monsters--and someone she loved had nearly fallen victim to one of the already Cursed.
She’d had trouble falling asleep herself, but had just dozed off between Jennifer and Hermione when Daphne’s screams had brought her back instantly, gasping in momentary panic. As she cuddled Daphne now, a flicker of rage burned deep inside Dora, knowing that her Aunt Bellatrix was most likely the one who had developed the new strain of Inferi, but she struggled against the fury, unwilling to be consumed by it.
After everyone else had kissed Dora goodnight again, Jennifer had as well, enfolding the older girl in a warm embrace as she clambered back into bed beside her. Jennifer could feel Dora’s silent tenseness and began to knead her shoulders .
“It’s alright Dora,” Jennifer whispered as she leaned over the older girl’s shoulder to kiss her again after Daphne had fallen back to sleep. “You don’t have to tough it out all the time now that we’ve all got each other.”
“Yeah... I suppose not,” Dora murmured tearfully, “It’s just ‘ard... I don’t wanna lose any of you...”
Still holding the peacefully slumbering Daphne, Dora allowed herself to shed a few quiet tears as Jennifer cuddled her. Dora could also feel the purrs of Luna deep under the blankets between Daphne’s legs and her own; she breathed a sigh of relief when the flames inside of her diminished, and the fear of losing her loved ones quelled.
For her part, Jennifer felt a sense of tranquility supplant her own feelings of dread as she snuggled next to Dora after she had given everyone else hugs and kisses. Surprised at herself, Jennifer felt a surge of joy after their day of horror. Perhaps it was having so recently been able to put the death of her parents behind her. Jennifer wasn't really certain; all she really knew was that as long as she was with people she loved, she could be happy.
Luna couldn’t help but be reminded by the Inferi of witnessing her mother’s death in a horrible spell accident. She had always done her best to take a philosophical view of things, not always as successfully as she would have liked. But ever since she had discovered friendship and love with Parvati, Hermione, Harry, and the others, Luna had come to terms with Death. Luna had people that she loved, and that was all that mattered.
Luna sensed that seeing the Inferi up close had brought back everything that Parvati hated about Mummies, a stark reminder that one day Death would come for them all. But hearing Parvati’s purrs, it was obvious to Luna that Parvati was trying very hard not to show it. She lit her wand so that she could see Parvati’s face under the blankets.
“It’s alright to be sad Parvati,” whispered Luna as she squeezed Parvati’s hand comfortingly which she had clasped across Daphne’s legs. “But we’re never really gone, even after we die.”
“Do you really believe that?” Parvati asked quietly.
“Sometimes I see Mum... in my dreams,” Luna replied with a serene smile. “I know that dreams aren’t always real--but sometimes they are too. Sometimes I know that she’s talking to me from the other side...”
Parvati smiled tearfully. She pulled Luna’s hand closer and kissed it.
“I’d like to believe that,” said Parvati. “Mum and Dad have some books from India at home that say the same sorts of things--they talk about the cycles of life and death. Some of them say that life is an illusion--that the world beyond is more real...”
“I suppose that’s why I was interested in Divination before Trelawney badgered Harry about Death stalking him. But after I fell in love with you and Hermione and Harry--and then later the others too--I wasn’t so sure anymore... This feels real to me... holding your hand, being able to touch you! I never want to lose that...”
Luna blushed slightly as her smile broadened, and she considered Parvati’s words.
“I think it’s all real,” said Luna finally. “Just on different levels. I mean... even if it’s just in your head, your head is real--right? It doesn’t mean everything is the same sort of real at this very moment in this particular time and space... from this side of things, the other side might look like an illusion... and when we’re on the other side, maybe this side does...”
“And if something’s conceivable, then it has to exist somewhere... somehow... even if it’s in another dimension or universe with a different set of rules,” Luna continued, “I think that after death... maybe... we just cross over to another dimension... maybe even live different lives--multiple lives in multiple dimensions--and somehow communicate still with those we’ve temporarily left behind...”
“But one thing I feel very strongly, is that when you really Love someone, they’ll be connected to you no matter where they are--that Life will always find a way--that Death is as temporary as Life appears to be.”
“I think there are cycles of life and death--and that our souls will go on and meet each other again someday. But for now, we should live in the moment... and make the most of the lives we’re leading right now...”
“It doesn’t really do to dwell too much on the past or the far-flung future--just enough so that we see where we’re coming from and where we’re going to--because you’re right Parvati--what we’re experiencing right now is the most important bit really!”
“You’re so smart Luna,” Parvati grinned. “That’s one of the reasons I love you...”
“Well, I was in Ravenclaw...” giggled Luna.
Hermione smiled and sighed happily as she listened to Luna and Parvati’s hushed conversation with her sharp furry cat ears. Parvati was right; Luna was as brilliant as she was sweet and bluntly honest.
Sandwiched between Harry and Fleur, Hermione felt at peace, a luminous glow within keeping the darkness she had witnessed at bay. At one time, like Luna and Harry, she had been all alone and friendless, but she and Harry had eventually found each other, and taught each other what it really meant to be in love.
And now--after gradually finding others that they could love enough to share each other with--Hermione and Harry had more love in their lives than either of them could have ever imagined before coming to Hogwarts and meeting one another.
No longer alone, Hermione knew that she and Harry had the family they had both always dreamed of, and she would do anything for every last one of them. Death would never keep them apart; each of them a beacon of light in the dark, they would always find one another.
The rain pitter-patted gently on the tent, the sound mingling with the soft purrs and quiet breathing of the Coven as serenity finally settled over them all.
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