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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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“Alohomora,” muttered Ron, waving his hand at the locked door for the hundredth time.
He tried the brass handle and swore when it still refused to open. Ron had another go at the latched window, and it wouldn’t budge either. Ron knew it was a long-shot that he’d ever be able to pull off a wandless spell; they were supposed to be incredibly difficult even for the most experienced adult wizards, and he knew that he was only an average fourteen year old wizard at best. But he had to try.
Ron angrily flung himself back on the bed, glowering at the cold scrambled eggs and bacon and the congealed porridge sitting on the breakfast tray. Ron was starving; it was almost noon and Ron hadn’t eaten a thing since dinner at Hogwarts the night before last. Percy had brought him plenty of food, but Ron had furiously rejected every meal.
Ron ripped his eyes away from the cold breakfast and stared at the pink ceiling, guiltily doing his best to squash the bitter feelings which Percy had stirred within him again in an attempt to make him turn against Harry. The words still echoed in his mind.
“Just think Ron,” Percy had said, “if Dad had taken a higher paying position at the Ministry instead of tinkering on experiments for Dumbledore, and put aside his ridiculous muggle obsession, you could’ve had everything that Potter has: gold, new brooms, a girlfriend...
“We could have lived in a proper house with house-elves instead of in that miserable hovel--and you could have been proud of our family’s name and status...”
Percy had kept at it most of the day yesterday, but Ron had thought about Seamus and refused to give in to his old envies. Sure, Ron had to admit to himself that he still felt the occasional pang of jealousy that Harry was rich and famous, that Harry was better at magic than Ron, and that girls seemed to like Harry more; but it didn’t seem as bad as before.
Ron had been surprised to find that it no longer had any hold over him, and he didn’t really know why. He supposed it might be because he was good at quidditch now and people had seemed to notice him a lot more since the match against Slytherin... even a few girls had. But all Ron really knew for certain was that he had been a lot happier since he and Seamus had become best friends and grown intimate. Seamus really seemed to get him, and just accepted Ron without judgment--warts and all.
It didn’t matter so much that Ron wasn’t best friends with Harry anymore. Ron knew that Harry still cared about him a bit, and that was enough.
When he saw that he wasn’t getting through to Ron, Percy had finally had enough of it and simply imperiused him. Ron could only recall a few fuzzy vague snatches of what had followed, his memories of late afternoon yesterday muddled and foggy.
If Percy hadn’t made Ron watch the news last night, Ron probably wouldn’t have even recollected enough to feel guilty for betraying Harry on the WVN news. Mostly Ron just remembered that the rest of this house seemed to be as disgustingly pink as the guest room in which he was imprisoned.
The gnawing emptiness ached in the pit of Ron’s stomach. Finally deciding that his hunger strike was over, Ron picked up a piece of bacon and savagely tore into it with his teeth as he considered his options. He had been taken somewhere else by floo to make his statement on camera, and it was possible that Percy might make him do it again.
Maybe Ron could catch Percy off guard the next time--steal his wand and escape somehow before they flooed away. Fred and George had taught him a few fighting spells along with the rest of the quidditch team and Seamus. But Ron couldn’t do any of that if he was imperiused; he would have to try and convince Percy--pretend that he’d finally come around...

~o0o~

The tingling sensation seemed even more pronounced than usual as she left the path and walked through the meadow grasses towards the pond in the gardens behind the manor with the others. Hermione presumed that her heightened reaction had less to do with her kneazle-enhanced senses picking up the residual charge of the ancient enchantment which permeated the atmosphere of the glade surrounding the pond, and more to do with the fact that she was completely naked.
Luna and Fleur spread out a large blanket between a statue of a Faun playing pipes and a statue of a Nymph by the water’s edge, and opened the picnic basket. Hermione was a bit surprised, but not at all unpleased, when a pretty girl with windswept black hair and iridescent green eyes sat beside her, as unclothed as she was.
“How come you changed into Harriet?” she asked, flicking her furry ears questioningly as she moistened, nipples hardening at the sight of Harriet sitting cross legged next to her. The other members of the Coven glanced at them both, seeming equally pleased to see a nude Harriet among them.
“Er... dunno...” said Harriet with a shy grin. “Just seemed a bit less awkward than sitting around outside eating sandwiches with the rest of you and my... er... thingy poking up I suppose.”
Hermione raised an eyebrow and struggled not to laugh; it suddenly struck her that she couldn’t recall ever hearing Harry refer directly to his private bits before--not even anything as innocuous as ‘willy.’ Dora and Fleur chortled as the others tried hard not to giggle.
“Thingy!? ...Seriously?” Hermione couldn’t help a little smirk as her bushy ginger tail quivered with mirth. “After everything we’ve been up to?”
“Erm...” was the best that Harriet could manage in response as she reddened.
“I suppose it’s better than ‘dangly bit’...” said Parvati, losing her battle against the giggles.
“I’ve always been partial to the term ‘tallywhacker’!” Dora snorted with laughter.
“I’m perfectly happy with the word ‘penis,’” Luna chimed in with her dreamiest smile.
“And we don’t mind at all when yours is ‘poking up,’” Jennifer said impishly as Harriet palmed her blazing red face.
“And some girls like a bit o’ salty talk during sex,” Dora added with a roguish wink. “We might ‘ave to teach you a few naughty words Harriet.”
“Per’aps a few French ones,” Fleur tittered. “Zey do not sound so wicked in French.”
“It’s alright Harriet...” Hermione gave Harriet a hug and kissed her. “We’re just teasing. We all think that it’s very sweet that you don’t like to use vulgar or silly words.”
“Hear, hear!” Daphne agreed. Fleur nodded, her platinum hair gleaming in the midday sun.
“Indeed, that ees one of the many things which makes you so charming, Harriet,” Fleur murmured as she leaned in to kiss the girl with tumbling black locks.
“Well, I do swear a bit sometimes when I’m cross...” Harriet admitted ruefully.
“That’s different,” said Daphne. “And it’s not like you do it very often.”
Puffy white clouds scudded across the late October sky as the Coven happily munched their sandwiches and crisps. Harriet took a swig from her bottle of fizzy lemonade and began to relax. It felt nice and peaceful in this secluded spot with the others. And despite the occasional chilly gust which raised goose bumps and perked her pink nipples, it was surprisingly warm considering that November was now only days away.
Harriet’s eyes widened with a precipitous flash of inspiration as she polished off her cheese and cucumber sandwich. A fluffy black cat-tail sprouted from the base of her spine and furry black ears emerged from her messy head of hair.
“It’s almost Halloween,” explained Harriet with a grin when the others peered at her questioningly. “Just thought it would be fun to get a head start, and I haven’t tried the cat look in girl-form yet.”
“Ooh, you’re gorgeous as a catgirl, Harriet!” Hermione beamed, her own ginger tail quivering with excitement.
“Brilliant Harriet, that’s a smashing idea!” Dora grinned, and moments later she was sporting a violet pair of cat-ears and a matching furry tail.
Luna and Parvati giggled and waved their own tails gleefully when the blanket filled with naked cat-witches as the rest of the Coven quickly followed suit, giving themselves furry cat-tails and ears with the spell which Harry had worked out.
Harriet suddenly found herself at the centre of attention, mobbed by her elated companions. She fell backwards into Hermione’s waiting arms. A thrill shot through Harriet as Hermione kissed her furry ears and began to nuzzle her neck. Purring loudly, Hermione reached around from behind to cradle Harriet’s firm little globes, squeezing them gently, pressing her own breasts and hard nipples into Harriet’s back.
Dora had joined Hermione behind Harriet, licking and nibbling the other side of the younger girl’s neck, sliding one hand across her smooth belly and stroking her fluffy black tail with the other. Luna and Parvati each took to one side of Harriet, trailing their own caresses and kisses along the satiny skin of Harriet’s torso until their lips wetly engulfed Harriet’s tender pink peaks and began to suck as Hermione continued to knead Harriet’s breasts.
Harriet squirmed and uttered a little “eep” when her legs were gently and widely parted by Fleur and Jennifer, feeling equal amounts of nervous anticipation and delight as they kissed her sensitive inner thighs and fondled her humid entrance. Daphne smiled sweetly as she kneeled between Harriet’s thighs, waving her own blonde cat-tail.
Daphne bent over, jutting her bottom and furry tail in the air, and began to lick Harriet’s pink glistening inner folds which were exposed as Fleur’s and Jennifer’s fingers splayed the outer lips of Harriet’s labia and strummed Harriet’s fleshy pearl. Harriet’s wet channel spasmed, clenching Daphne’s tongue as it probed further into her depths, and Fleur leaned in to kiss Harriet again.
Harriet moaned and began to undulate as she lost herself to the cascading ripples of ecstasy brought on by the ministrations of the Coven, her fluffy black tail coiling around Dora and Hermione. With one hand tangled in Daphne’s golden hair, and the other stroking Luna’s furry ears, Harriet squealed, her hips bucking, and Daphne lapped up her flowing dewiness as she burst.
Still bobbing giddily on the churning eddies of passion, Harriet was nonetheless aware that Fleur had taken Daphne’s place between her quaking thighs. Harriet’s eyes widened when she realised that Fleur was wearing her magical strap-on. Fleur batted her long silvery lashes at Harriet, smiling sweetly.
“Chérie?” she asked imploringly, delicately caressing Harriet’s cheek.
Harriet glanced at Hermione who had been the only one to have the pleasure of enjoying her in that manner to date.
“If you want to Harriet!” Hermione purred, giving the younger girl a kiss. Harriet grinned and nodded, flicking her furry black ears.
“Yeah...” Harriet managed to gasp as she panted joyfully.
Fleur’s lips met Harriet’s in a passionate wet kiss. Harriet clasped Fleur’s waist and tilted her own hips as the older girl leaned forward. The vibrating brushy tip of the magical dildo nestled in Harriet’s dripping entrance; then Fleur surged and drove the ribbed shaft in to the hilt as Harriet squeaked with pleasure.
Harriet slid her hands up Fleur’s sides and clutched the older girl’s breasts, tenderly tweaking her nipples as Fleur plundered her vessel. Harriet bit her lip and folded her legs around Fleur’s thighs, moaning in delight, her fluffy black tail thumping the ground as Fleur continued to rock her world.
Fleur’s own platinum cat tail whipped wildly. Harriet shuddered, her convulsing sheath tightly gripping the pistoning magical lance as it wrenched one orgasm after another from her, and the glade surrounding the pond echoed with moans and cries of ecstatic bliss.
Hardly content to be mere spectators, the rest of the Coven continued apace, joining in the ravishing of Harriet and frolicking with each other. After Fleur had finished, Luna and Hermione had both been keen to wear the magic strap-on and have a turn with Harriet as well.
A turbulent intoxicating storm of ardour swept them all away, and the next thing Harriet knew, she was splashing in the pond, sandwiched between Dora and Jennifer as they all rode the magical multi-pronged phallus.
Hermione, Fleur, and Luna were rather literally tailing each other in the pond with their wet furry cat-tails, as were Parvati and Daphne. The pond had become a bubbling cauldron of carnal delight, and the Maelstrom of Magic swirled around them; the glade filled with giggles, meows, and the joyful sound of amour as the trees swayed.
Harriet wasn’t certain exactly when it happened, as the wet and wild bacchanal continued throughout the afternoon, but at some point she had reverted to Harry at Hermione’s request. He had spent at least an hour or two as Harry, and the last thing he remembered before he passed out, was filling Luna and Fleur with his semen.

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Harry wasn’t sure if he was awake or asleep. It appeared to be night, and he felt as if he were floating on gossamer, drifting through a sea of luminous stars, nestled in the warm embrace of the Coven. An ethereal swell of breathy tinkling music filled his soul with a sublime, peaceful joy, and tingles of magic rippled across his skin.
It was only when Hermione and Fleur stirred and gasped that Harry was certain that he was awake. Though the night sky above was dark and clouded over, the glade surrounding the pond was lit with the silvery luminescence of a thousand tiny glowing fairies cheerfully flitting to and fro. The surface of the pond shimmered in the starry light.
But as Harry, Hermione and Fleur glanced at each other, their eyes widened when they realised that the silvery luminous glow wasn’t just coming from the fairies, but from themselves--their own wet nude figures--as well.
“What’s going on?” Harry murmured when he realised that it was also raining on them. “We should be freezing our arses off, shouldn’t we?”
“I... I have no idea Harry?” Hermione was utterly flummoxed as she held up her glowing arm to the night sky. “Maybe it’s something to do with the ancient enchantment on the pond?” Hermione peered at Fleur, who seemed equally perplexed.
Luna yawned and stretched as she roused from her slumber with a wiggle of her fluffy white tail. She grinned when she saw that everyone in the Coven--awake and asleep--was glowing.
“Oh... did we all turn into fairies then?” asked Luna.
“Er...” Harry rubbed his chin pensively and peered at the statues of the Faun and the Water-Nymph, wondering if they held any answers. Something about the Naiad in particular rang a bell.
“Well...” Hermione raised an eyebrow at her metamorphic husband and the Greek statues, flicked her furry ears, half-smirked, and looked at their part-siren lover, Fleur, again. “...Has anyone heard of the myth of Hermaphroditus?”
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