Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242818 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its associated properties. They belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from the production of this work.

Chapter List
- 172
- 173
- 174
The Japanese Minister of Magic drank in the rays of the heavenly sunlight as he sunned himself on the golden sands of a beautiful stretch of beach not far from Rio de Janeiro, nursing a cocktail with a tiny umbrella sticking out of the glass, his eyes closed. Several sultry young witches--who might as well have been naked for all that their barely-there-bikinis covered the most intimate bits of their plentiful assets--cooed and giggled as they as they nuzzled, kissed, and caressed him, fingers and lips trailing across the lines of his elaborate tattoos.
He was basking in the glow of glorious victory. The Japanese International Quidditch team had resoundingly defeated the Brazilian team in their own home stadium the night before, and now he was enjoying the fruits of their Win. His Brazilian hosts had been very gracious indeed, putting him up in their ritziest resort for VIP’s, and making their sexiest Companion-Witches available to him--completely free of charge.
A shadow loomed over the Japanese Minister, and the tittering of the witches went silent as their soft touch fell away from his skin. The Minister opened his eyes to see what had interrupted his pleasure. He frowned in puzzlement when he spied the Brazilian Minister of Magic peering down at him with a thin smile on his lips.
“Ramón... is this important? Is there a problem?”
“That remains to be seen, Asahara,” the Brazilian Minister replied. “I am merely here to facilitate a meeting...”
The Japanese Minister clambered to his feet, groaning inwardly, a knot of trepidation forming in his gut when he saw the delegation from the ICW striding across the sand towards him. His two bodyguards scowled, but he kept his own features neutral, unwilling to show weakness.
“I must apologise, my friend,” the Brazilian Minister continued, raising his eyebrows. “But the duties of my station come first--I cannot flout International Law. I suggest that you cooperate fully...”
“But of course...” Tsuchinoko Asahara muttered. He bowed stiffly towards the stern German Witch approaching with another member of her committee, a number of large grim-looking, impeccably groomed wizards wearing dark sunglasses and black muggle suits, and a dour square-jawed witch with a monocle.
“Dame Machschnell, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Minister Tsuchinoko!” Angelika Machschnell returned, politely bowing to the Japanese Minister. “Madam Ogoba of the Nigerian delegation to ze ICW--I believe you are both already acquainted... and zis is Madam Bones--formerly Head of ze British DMLE.
“Ve are here on a fact-finding mission, and I am hoping zat you can tell me vot these vere doing at ze bottom of the Black Lake... They vere discovered after an attempt on Harry Potter’s life during ze Tri-Vizard tournament, and recently passed along to our committee... ”
The Head of the ICW Committee for the Investigation of Statutory Violations narrowed her eyes shrewdly as one of the International Aurors accompanying her opened a briefcase. Sure enough, despite Minister Tsuchinoko’s determination to maintain his composure, a slight twitch in the corner of his right eye gave away his recognition of the items, two sais and a throwing star etched with an intricate design.
Another International Auror opened a second briefcase, with somewhat morbid contents: two well preserved severed hands, which had formerly been attached to a kappa.
Despite his increasing angst, Minister Tsuchinoko took some satisfaction in the knowledge that there was nothing which tied him directly to the kappa assassination team which he had recommended to Minister Umbridge.

~o0o~

The last few days leading up to Halloween passed pleasantly for the Coven. They were all feeling much better after their wild romp in the pond at Jennifer’s estate. The Coven even risked a day out on the town in disguise, taking a trip to Poole for a bit of fun and shopping.
Following the morning spent in Jennifer’s library, Harry had been eager to get back to work training, and Hermione had wanted to do some more research, reading some of the Curse-breaking books which they had brought from Number 12's library. But Fleur had snatched the books away from Hermione, and Daphne and Luna had blocked Harry’s path.
“Ze Headmaster said we are to relax.” Fleur gave Hermione a stern look. “You and Harry work too ‘ard, Hermione... When was ze last time you truly had a proper holiday--more than a day or two off I mean?”
“B...but I don’t need...” Hermione sputtered, as Harry simultaneously said, “We’re fine, really...”
“No! Fleur’s right!” Luna interjected, cutting them both off. “I can’t remember the last time you two let yourself have a proper break for more than a few hours or a day at a time. After all you’ve both been through...”
“But we’ve all been through a lot,” Harry insisted, feeling slightly exasperated.
“That’s right,” Daphne agreed, “but some of us not as much as you two. And as long as I’ve known you both, you’ve constantly been studying or training hard. You both need to take more time to unwind... do some things just for fun.”
“But we do...” Hermione tried again, her furry ears and tail twitching in frustration.
“Not just sex, sillies...” Luna giggled, swishing her fluffy white tail. “We mean other activities, like when you actually read a fiction book the other day Hermione...”
“Or play the piano a bit,” Jennifer pleaded. “You’re good Hermione, but I’ve only ever heard you play it once for about five minutes--and Harry could do some more painting.”
Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, then peered beseechingly at Parvati and Dora.
“Don’t look at me,” Dora smirked. “Fun’s my middle name!”
“Come on Hermione, you know they’re right.” Parvati hugged Hermione, curling her sleek black tail around the other cat-witch, and kissed her on the cheek.
Hermione was unable to maintain her frown while being embraced by one of her cuddly companions. Harry grimaced and shook his head, sharing a look of resignation with Hermione as he sighed. It was true, the last time they had just let themselves have fun without reserve or interruption for an extended period of time had been the summer after Second Year, which had more or less been their honeymoon in London.
“It’s a conspiracy Hermione,” Harry grumbled, before breaking into a grin. “I suppose there’s nothing for it--we’ll just have to laze around for a bit...”
“And I think I shall be holding onto these, just to be sure that you do,” Fleur tittered, giving Daphne a wink as she clutched the Curse-breaking books.
Harry spent the rest of the afternoon and evening with Hermione snuggled on his lap, reading another science fiction book by Heinlein together. He wondered if Hermione had chosen The Moon is a Harsh Mistress for a reason, when it became apparent that it was about Lunar settlers waging a revolution against their Earthly oppressors.
The next morning, the Coven all thought that a day out sounded lovely when Jennifer suggested it. They spent the morning in Poole Park under cloudy skies and a light sprinkle of rain, first taking a ride around it on the mini-railway. And they had loads of giggly fun paddling about the lake in pedal boats and watching the ducks.
After lunch in a fish and chip shop, they took in a film at the local movie theatre, and the rest of the afternoon was spent browsing through shops. Dora was particularly thrilled when they perused a musical instrument shop, and Jennifer splurged on some musical equipment, purchasing a synthesizer/workstation, an electric guitar, and a couple of small amplifiers.
“You shouldn’t’ve, sweetie... really!” Dora moaned weakly, feeling guilty at having so much money spent on her. First Harry, now Jennifer. Dora didn’t know how she’d ever make it up to them.
“I wanted to,” Jennifer asserted. “I know you’ve been dying to get your hands on some electrical instruments. Now you can really play some rock music...”
“Besides,” continued Jennifer with a grin as she went back to grab a microphone, and a couple of effects processors which she had forgotten on the first trek around the shop, “How are you and Parvati supposed to start a band without the proper equipment?”
Parvati gasped, her Invisible furry tail quivering. She flushed in embarrassment, having never considered that her singing voice was actually good enough to share with the world, despite the encouragement of Luna and the other members of the Coven.
“Now all we need is drums,” Luna giggled, an eager gleam in her eyes.
“At some point, yeah,” Jennifer agreed, laughing when she saw Luna’s excitement. “We’ll just be able to manage to lug this lot of stuff back today, between us all. But the synth has an onboard mixer and sequencer and loads of drum patches--we’ll have to make do with that for now.”

~o0o~

Another day passed by lazily. Hermione and Harry made certain that the musical equipment was properly enchanted to operate with magic instead of electricity, as it hadn’t been connected the day they had charmed the junction box in the basement, and Dora spent much of the day with Luna and Parvati messing around on the synthesizer.
Fleur and Daphne smuggled the Curse-breaking books which they had confiscated from Hermione to their room, and spent most of the day skimming through them, reasoning that they didn’t need the break from studying and training as much as Hermione and Harry did.
Harry had another go at painting after he and Hermione finished the book they were reading. Jennifer joined in, giving Harry pointers while Hermione found the others in the bedroom which had been converted to a music studio. By the time Jennifer and Harry had finished painting for the day and cleaned up, they discovered everyone in the music room.
Hermione, Luna, and Parvati were all giggling, having fun creating weird sounds on the synthesizer while Dora made the electric guitar scream. Daphne and Fleur were laughing their heads off at all the noise.
“Blimey, what a bloody racket!” Harry chortled when the cacophony hit his ears. “It’s a good thing we put silencing charms on all of the walls.”
“I’d say so,” Jennifer agreed with a grin.

~o0o~

Dora yawned as the filtered grey light of a wet dawn heralded the morning. The rain was coming down hard, pelting against the panes of glass of the French doors leading to the terrace outside of Jennifer’s room. She smiled to herself, sighing in contentment, feeling cozy in the nest of warm naked girls and Harry on Jennifer’s bed as she listened to the roar of the wind and rain outside.
Without any concern about waking up in time for classes, or for training, the Coven had taken to sleeping all together every night for the past few days. Not to mention that they had all grown rather attached to sleeping together during their mission, and were now loathe to being separated for any great length of time. And as was often the case when the entire Coven slept together, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other at bedtime.
Dora was apparently the only one awake as the rest seemed content to sleep-in. Despite the state of affairs in the world, and the stresses of the Coven’s recent adventures, Dora felt happier than she could ever remember, sandwiched as she was between Jennifer and Fleur. But finally she had to get up for a trip to the loo. Dora managed to gently peel Jennifer’s arm from around her waist without waking her. Fleur’s hand on her breast was another matter though.
As Dora shifted, the hand gave her boob a little squeeze, and Fleur’s silvery lashes fluttered open. Fleur leaned in and gave Dora a wet kiss.
“Bonjour Dora,” whispered Fleur, an eager gleam in her eye. “Everyone else seems too tired after last night, but per’aps you would like some company in ze shower?”
“Er... yeah,” Dora grinned, “that sounds smashing Fleur.”
Moments later, as the steam rose, the two eldest members of the Coven soaped and fondled each other under the hot spray of water. Gasps and moans of delight could be heard over the thrum of the falling water as fingers slipped into wet crevices and hands kneaded ample curves. The young witches squealed ecstatically, sparks of magic flying when they brought one another to completion.
As they toweled each other off after the shower, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“It’s alright, you can come in,” said Dora.
“Would you care to join us?” Fleur tittered when she saw Hermione’s bushy head peeking through the doorway.
“Oh... er... that sounds lovely,” Hermione purred, her furry ears twitching with arousal as she took in the enticing view. “But really, I just came because Sirius is on the mirror for Dora...”
“Per’aps you would help me finish drying then, Hermione?” Fleur gazed at the cat-witch longingly.
Hermione couldn’t bring herself to refuse the offer. Dora smirked and shook her head as she left them both to it, expecting that Fleur might shortly be indulging in another shower with Hermione. The giddy feeling was quickly replaced by slight trepidation as Dora wondered why her cousin Sirius was calling her. Wrapped in a bathrobe, Dora took the mirror-call in the sitting room.
Sirius’s grinning face came into view.
“Mornin’ Sirius! What’s up?” Dora asked.
“Sorry about this Dora!” The grin was replaced with an apologetic smile. “I’m actually just acting as secretary. There’s someone else here who’d really like a chat with you...”
Dora flushed and groaned inwardly, knowing that she couldn’t put it off any longer when her parents both appeared in the mirror.
- 172
- 173
- 174
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Hermione's Furry Little Problem