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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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Even if Dumbledore hadn’t mirror-called Harry the following morning, and suggested watching the Wiz-Vision’s morning news, Harry’s near obsession with keeping up with what the Ministry was saying might have compelled him to in any case.
Hermione was less sanguine about turning on the Wiz-Vision again, especially as she still felt a bit worn out after the Coven’s long day at Hogwarts. But she was rather glad that they had when the WVN’s morning news programme was interrupted by another pirated broadcast. The others had joined Harry and Hermione in the parlour with cups of tea, yawning and not feeling quite ready for breakfast just yet.
Thankfully, they didn’t have to watch much of William O’Hannity; the news was interrupted within seconds. Fleur winced when she saw the footage of Neville being interviewed by Rita Skeeter in the infirmary at Hogwarts.
“Zey must have filmed this yesterday morning after ze rescue, before Neville was allowed to rest,” Fleur muttered when Neville appeared on-screen, battered and bloodied.
Harry thought Rita looked quite different with only a modest amount of makeup and straight mousy-blonde hair falling naturally around her shoulders. She could have passed for a BBC documentarian.
“...Alecto Carrow, the Inquisitor, she did this to me...” Neville was telling Rita Skeeter, his eyes swollen shut, and badly slurring his words like a savagely beaten boxer who had lost 15 rounds, “Harry Potter saved my life...”
Though Neville’s serious injuries and interview were a big focus of the hacked broadcast, Rita didn’t stop there.
“...that was of course Neville Longbottom, scion and heir to the House of Longbottom,” said Rita as she addressed the camera, “one of the ‘Sacred Twenty-eight’ still listed in the ‘Pureblood Directory.’ Is this how Minister Umbridge means to restore an openly Pureblood dominated Order in Britain? By beating Purebloods who oppose such efforts into submission?”
“And moving on, another who can tell of the Inquisitors’ reign of terror at Hogwarts is Susan Bones, niece of the highly regarded former head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement,” Rita continued.
“I only asked a s...simple question in class,” sobbed Susan convincingly, “and... and Inquisitor Carrow v...vanished my c...c...clothes. Sh...she m...made me go to all of my classes n...naked...”
Harry raised his eyebrows at Hermione who was giggling.
“It looks like Dumbledore is putting Rita’s talents to good use,” Hermione chortled. “She must have coached Susan a bit.”
Finally Rita Skeeter introduced Ginny Weasley, placing great emphasis on the fact that her family was also listed in the Pureblood Directory among the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Ginny’s weeping was as convincing as Susan’s had been.
“Th...they kidnapped Ron from his dormitory in the n...night,” Ginny sobbed. “They’re probably t...t...torturing him too. He would never t...turn against H...Harry otherwise. I just d...don’t understand wh...what happened to Percy... how he turned out so horrible... how he could do that to his own brother...”
“And what can you tell us about the night that Draco Malfoy was allegedly killed by Harry Potter?” Rita Skeeter asked pointedly.
The tears which might only appear somewhat dubious to those who knew Ginny well dried up, and a very real flare of anger sparked in Ginny’s eyes as they narrowed.
“Harry wasn’t even there,” Ginny spat. “He was being held prisoner in the dungeon when that happened. I was with Daphne Greengrass and Fleur Delacour. We came across Draco Malfoy as he tried to rape Katie Bell--Draco had been given permission by the Carrows to rape Gryffindor girls.”
“When we stopped him, Draco Malfoy tried to kill us. We were only defending ourselves... and we didn’t really have a choice, as he was acting with impunity given to him by the Minister herself. If he was still alive, I don’t doubt that being paraded naked in front of the school would have been the least of Susan Bones’ worries!” Ginny concluded.
“So, this then is our current Minister’s legacy,” said Rita Skeeter as she began her closing remarks. “Her dedication to ‘Law and Order’ going only as far as those laws she makes herself--laws which hearken back to a time of medievalism and savagery--wherein only the ‘noblest’ bloodlines have any rights, and children may be beaten within inches of their lives and raped if they belong to the ‘wrong’ families...”
“...and if you are muggleborn in the Minister’s regime, then even beating and raping children is not the least of the punishments to be expected. Those of you who were watching several nights ago saw what the Minister’s administration is ultimately capable of--torture and mass murder on a scale which would make Grindelwald proud, and make Voldemort himself green with envy.”
At this point, quick-cuts from the footage of the raid on the Ministry’s Death-Camp flashed on the screen in a montage behind Rita as she continued to speak.
“Voldemort! ...” Rita’s eyes narrowed as she peered into the camera with earnest conviction, “the scourge of the wizard world who was finally defeated once and for all earlier this summer by none other than the Boy-Who-Lived and the Headmaster who taught him! Voldemort... a Dark Wizard who thought nothing of murdering and raping children! A Dark Wizard whose many one-time supporters are now committing these very same acts again--these vile affronts to humanity--in the service of the Ministry!
“One might think that Voldemort himself had actually won and achieved his long-time objectives, given the Ministry’s current alignment and activities...” As she continued, Rita's voice began to rise with passion.
“And yet, there is one crucial difference--Minister Umbridge’s careful campaign of deception has achieved what Voldemort could not have done through terror alone... by convincing much of the wizarding public of the justification for such methods... by giving credence to the utter falsehood that Purebloods are the victims... and through the LIE that the wizard world is in danger of extinction if drastic measures are not taken against the muggleborn... measures which threaten to extinguish the lives of those such as Harry Potter’s beloved wife.
“And THIS is what Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore stand against... they stand against the same horror and violence which they have always stood against, from the day that the Boy-Who-Lived brought an end to the first Wizard War, to the day that the Boy-Who-Lived ended Voldemort’s Second Reign of Terror.
“And now... now Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore mean to put an end to Voldemort’s Spirit, which lives on in Minister Umbridge’s Reign of Terror today!
“...And if you stand against killing and raping children... if you stand against torture and mass-murder... then you must stand with them... you must stand with Harry Potter... and you must stand against the Minister and her corrupt regime!
“This is Rita Skeeter, reporting from Hogwarts, where the children are now safe, and the Spirit of Voldemort’s Ministry can no longer reach them!”

~o0o~

Minister Dolores Umbridge struggled mightily to contain her rage when the regularly scheduled programming resumed on the Wiz-Vision. She had wondered for months what had become of Skeeter, the best propagandist the Unspeakable Office had ever produced. Dolores had been beginning to think that someone had accidentally stepped on Rita Skeeter while she had been surreptitiously covering the Third Task... and now Dolores desperately wished that someone had.
The Minister’s deputy glanced at her, his freckles standing out against his ashen face. This response was the last thing that Percy had expected when he had imperiused Ron and made him go on the Wiz-Vision. And Percy instinctively knew that Ron’s lacklustre performance, and the stagey delivery of the WVN newscasters, couldn’t hold a candle to what he had just watched.
“Lies!” Percy Weasley blurted out vehemently, as the colour rushed back into his cheeks. “Dumbledore obviously put Skeeter and Ginny up to it. He must have kidnapped Skeeter at the end of the Triwizard tournament, and he’s been brainwashing her ever since, just waiting for a chance to spin it all around and turn things back on us. We have to find out how they’re breaking into the broadcasts and put a stop to this, Dolores!”
“Indeed, Percy!” Dolores nodded, fuming as she spoke through grinding teeth. “I already have Unspeakables in the Research division of the Department of Mysteries working on it around the clock...”

~o0o~

“Wow!” Parvati gasped, her sleek black tail quivering as her heart raced. “Wow!” she repeated, unable to articulate anything but shock and awe at Rita’s devastatingly sincere and rousing presentation. The rest of the Coven had been rendered even more speechless as they sat gaping in silence.
Harry’s eyes bulged and his head was spinning as his world tilted. Even though he was perfectly aware that Skeeter had switched sides and was working with Luna's father--and that she had even fought in the battle against Voldemort--it was still hard for him to process that this was the same woman who had blindsided him and Hermione almost a year ago within a week and a bit to the day.
Harry was utterly flummoxed, and yet for the first time in his life, he felt ready to take up the mantle of the “Boy-Who-Lived,” not as a glorious title promising him fame and fortune, but as a promise to tyrants everywhere that their days were numbered.
Hermione was equally flabbergasted, but she couldn’t help feeling a thrill course through her, raising the strip of orange fur along her spine and her furry ears pricking as Rita’s electrifying rhetoric--backed up by the powerful onscreen evidence--fired up her senses.
Harry’s bewilderment only increased when he suddenly realised that Hermione was sitting on his lap, purring and arching as her furry tail twitched wildly, affectionately rubbing her flushed cheeks and bushy head against his face.
It took Harry a moment to discern why the purring seemed to be in stereo; Parvati’s long black hair spilled over his other shoulder as she wriggled next to him, butting her own head under his chin, tickling him with her furry black ears. Hermione trapped Harry’s lips in a heated kiss as her hand slipped under his pyjama top and Parvati began to nibble his earlobe.
Fleur hungrily licked her lips with a frank look of arousal. Both grinning, Dora and Jennifer took it upon themselves to begin snuggling Fleur and showering her with kisses.
Daphne appeared to be in the throes of bliss already as she gazed longingly at the other members of the Coven; Luna pounced on her, purring and giggling. Luna’s fluffy white tail vibrated as she kissed Daphne, sliding her hand up Daphne’s inner thigh and under her slip.
“Wh...what’s going on?” Harry managed to gasp when Hermione’s lips wetly released his to kiss Parvati.
It took Hermione a moment to respond as she and Parvati kissed with abandon. When their lips parted, Hermione looked pensive.
“I... I’m not really sure Harry,” she confessed. It was true that something about Rita Skeeter’s impassioned oratory had stirred her, but Hermione wasn’t quite certain why.
“Seriously Hermione?” Parvati giggled as she tugged off Harry’s pyjama top over his tousled head. “Skeeter’s speech was just exciting... Not to mention convincing!”
“I’ll say,” Dora gasped, who had already been quickly denuded by Fleur and Jennifer. “Loads of people will be ready to fight the Ministry after that...”
“Oui, zat is so!” Fleur momentarily paused in the middle of sucking Dora’s neck to agree. Jennifer merely nodded in concurrence, unwilling to unwrap her lips from Fleur’s nipple as she gently squeezed her breasts.
“Oh... of course!” said Hermione, her eyes gleaming as she purred some more and raked her fingers across Harry’s bare chest. “That’s it Harry... arousal can be a sympathetic nervous system response to inciting rhetoric...”
“Er...?” Harry grinned, brows still furrowed with bemusement, and gave up trying to understand as Parvati was now pulling his pyjama bottoms down to his ankles and Hermione clasped his bobbing erection.
At that moment Daphne moaned with release and soaked her panties as Luna’s ministrations brought her to a peak; Luna was grinding her wetness against Daphne’s thigh and had her fingers knuckle deep in Daphne’s own sopping entrance.
It didn’t take long for Hermione and Parvati to strip themselves bare, and Harry quickly found himself sandwiched between two naked cat-witches on the sofa. After some gleeful squirming and wriggling, Hermione had Harry’s face nestled in her lap and Parvati was lying on her back between Harry’s legs as he knelt above her while she stroked his hard penis.
Harry parted Hermione’s thighs and plunged his tongue into her humid slit as Parvati took Harry’s stiffness in her mouth. Hermione mewed and rippled ecstatically, her bushy ginger tail thumping the side of the sofa as Harry’s tongue delved into her moist pink folds and his fingers toggled her fleshy nubbin.
Parvati’s own cat-tongue swirled around Harry’s shaft as she sucked it voraciously. Harry’s loins began to thrust and she took him deeper as the crown surged forward. Parvati’s wet suction and Hermione’s quivering thighs around Harry’s head brought him to his zenith.
Harry stiffened and groaned, pressing his pubes to Parvati’s lips as he unleashed a torrent of semen into her throat at the same moment as Hermione quaked, yowling and flooding his face with her dewiness.
Giddily, Harry took note of the others as he lay back on the sofa and Parvati and Hermione traded places. Everyone had shed their clothing by now; panties, nighties, slips, and pyjamas lay strewn around the opulent parlour. Dora’s hair fluoresced a bright shade of fuschia, having been brought to completion, and she was busily mauling Fleur’s breasts as their tongues wrestled. And Jennifer had joined Luna in her ravishing of Daphne. Squeals and moans of feverish delight filled the room.
Hermione straddled Harry, his hands cradling her hips, her warm sheath gripping his rigid shaft as he entered her. Parvati purred; her furry black tail undulated as Harry’s nose nestled between her satiny smooth bottom cheeks and he applied his lips and tongue to her twitching vulva.
Hermione entwined herself with Parvati in a heated embrace as they rode Harry together, trailing her kisses down the other cat-witch’s neck until her lips wetly encircled Parvati’s long dark nipples.
Dizzying tremors of elation rippled through Parvati’s supple figure as Hermione sucked her tender peaks and Harry’s tongue probed her channel. Harry met Hermione’s gyrations with deep thrusts; the fervor overtook Harry again as he pistoned into her depths.
The three of them were carried off together by the rushing tide of passion and both cat-witches meowed ecstatically. Harry groaned as he erupted, filling Hermione’s nook with his essence.
Arcs of magic crackled; the parlour rocked and echoed with meows and moans of ardour as the Coven continued their wanton escapades. Soon enough they were all left gasping and panting as they floated, dazed, on a sea of bliss.
When Harry came to, he discovered Jennifer snuggled under one arm and Luna sprawled across them both, purring and kneading his chest as her fluffy white tail waved languidly. Hermione was cuddled up with Daphne and Dora on one of the other sofas, and Parvati was purring in Fleur’s lap as the older girl stroked her furry black tail. Nobody had bothered to get up and get dressed yet, apparently.
“Er... how long was I asleep?” Harry asked with a grin.
“A few hours I think...” Jennifer yawned. “We all were... It’s almost noon.”
“No wonder I’m famished,” Harry responded. “We missed breakfast.”
“We might as well just have lunch then,” said Hermione. Fleur looked thoughtful for a moment.
“Eet is not too cold out today, per’aps we should take a picnic by the pond,” she suggested hopefully.
“That’s a lovely idea,” Luna beamed; the rest of the Coven nodded and murmured in agreement.
“Sounds good to me,” said Harry as he reached for his pyjamas, preparing to get up and get dressed for the day. He raised his eyebrows when Jennifer snatched them away with a giggle.
“We don’t really need those do we?” Jennifer peered at Harry impishly. “It’s only us here on a 115 magically protected acres...”
“Er...” Harry gulped and glanced at Fleur, as she was the one who had suggested taking lunch by the pond. Fleur smirked.
“Jennifer has a very good point, Harry,” said Fleur. Harry peered at Hermione who grinned at him unhelpfully, her furry ears twitching with mirth.
“Well... it wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had fun outside with nothing on,” Hermione pointed out. Luna and Parvati giggled and nodded in agreement.
“Yeah...” Harry began, “but that was dif...” he trailed off when he noticed Dora and Daphne beaming at him eagerly, suddenly wondering if it really was so different. And it occurred to him that he’d never had sex outside with half of the Coven.
It hardly seemed fair to deprive Fleur and Dora and Daphne and Jennifer of something that he’d done with Hermione, and Luna and Parvati. And Harry had to admit that it would be more than a bit thrilling to have some fun with the rest of the Coven outside by the pond.
“Alright then,” Harry grinned. “Why not?”
“Excellent!” said Luna, smiling beatifically, “I’ll go and pack us a picnic lunch then. Just wait here... I won’t be long.”

~o0o~

Dobby had learned to be very careful about entering rooms around Harry Potter and his wife, keeping his big ears open, and his house-elf senses on high-alert for intimate activities so as not to intrude on their private moments. But he was finding it more and more difficult to avoid embarrassing moments since Harry and Hermione Potter had been residing at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and then in the Dorset manor house, with six other frisky witches.
Dobby was never quite certain whether a room was safe to enter when they were all at home, but so far he had managed admirably to avoid an incident. And at least he was safe in the kitchen.
Dobby’s tennis-ball sized eyes nearly fell out of his head when he spotted Luna wandering into the kitchen as naked as the day she was born. Blushing furiously, Dobby clapped his hands over his eyes as his bat-like ears trembled.
“Hello Dobby,” said Luna brightly, swishing her fluffy white tail and utterly unabashed. “I was just going to make a picnic lunch for all of us, as it’s not too cold out...”
“No, no... Mistress Luna,” Dobby squeaked anxiously, his eyes still tightly shut, “Dobby will make lunch...”
“Is that part of house-elf magic?” Luna interjected. “Can you do it with your eyes closed then?”
“Er... M...Mistress Luna need not stay... Then Dobby can open his eyes.”
“I don’t mind staying! I like making sandwiches,” Luna giggled. “You can open your eyes Dobby.”
“But Mistress Luna is not wearing any clothes,” Dobby moaned.
“Oh... does that bother you?” Luna asked earnestly.
Dobby wasn’t sure how to answer, as he didn’t want to upset Mistress Luna, so he just nodded vigorously, his big ears flapping.
“Alright then Dobby,” Luna responded kindly. “I’ll just wait with the others and come back in for the lunch basket when it’s ready.”
Dobby breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Dobby will have lunch ready in ten minutes Mistress Luna.”

~o0o~

Luna brazenly stepped out through the doorway and onto the red brick path to the gardens whisking her fluffy white tail, picnic basket in hand and without a stitch of clothing on. Harry took a deep breath to gird himself before following after her and the other nude young witches. There was a bit of a breeze after all, and he began to stiffen.
Hermione caught his blushing features, and turned a bit pink herself as her nipples hardened. Daphne looked a bit nervous as well.
“You were right Harry,” Hermione said a bit sheepishly, her furry ears and tail twitching. “It does feel a bit different just wandering around the house and walking outside with no clothes on...”
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