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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242840 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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When everything seemed to have settled down, and Rita Skeeter had begun doing interviews, Bill Weasley quietly slipped away with Miriam. Mr Lovegood and Skeeter had agreed with Dumbledore that interviewing the secretaries wasn’t necessary.

Miriam bit her lip, peering at Bill uncertainly when it appeared that he might be preparing to say goodnight. She looked more than a bit anxious. Finally she seemed to reach some sort of decision.

“Erm... Bill, I... I hope you don’t think this is too forward of me,” Miriam began tentatively, “but... er... I don’t think I wanna be alone tonight--and I don’t have any family in Puddleby. D’you think... erm... would you mind, c...coming home with me? ... We don’t have to... you know... I mean...” she sputtered, turning all red and flustered.

“Oh blimey! I’m sorry, I must seem a right idiot--a real trollop... but I’m just scared to be alone right now!” Miriam finally managed to blurt out.

Bill swallowed nervously. He was quite pleased to have made a real connection with someone he liked, despite the dreadful circumstances, and Miriam seemed to be really sweet. But he hadn’t expected things to move quite so fast. As Bill gazed back into Miriam’s earnest eyes, it struck him that she really was just frightened to be alone and simply wanted to be with someone she felt safe with.

“Yeah, okay,” said Bill gently, nodding, “They don’t seem to need me anymore. Dumbledore’s got loads of other wizards to keep an eye on the military while they try to figure out what happened. D’you want me to take you home now?”

“Y...yes please! I c...could really use a cuppa tea right now. M...maybe something a little s...stronger even to s...settle my nerves.” Indeed, even though everything seemed to be quite over, the emotional rollercoaster of an evening had taken its toll, and Miriam was beginning to tremble like a leaf.

“Alright then,” Bill agreed, giving Miriam a smile as he wrapped his arms around her again. “How far away are you? Close enough to walk?”

“Yeah... just th...three blocks that way.” Miriam pointed, her hand shaking. “I have a flat in that building over there... Hopefully it’ll s...still b...be okay...”

“I’m sure it will be, but if there’s any damage, I can fix it,” offered Bill.

“Y...you can do that?”

“Well, I’m no Harry Potter or Dumbledore, but I think I can manage,” said Bill impishly, giving Miriam a wink as he showed her his wand. “I’m not half-bad with magic myself... In fact, I probably ought to Disillusion us so we don’t have to worry about being stopped by any military patrols on the way back to your place.”

“Wh...what’s that then?” Miriam asked nervously.

“It’s a bit like invisibility--more like a chameleon’s camouflage though, but more effective...”

“Oh... you mean like those alien hunters in the Predator films?”

“Er... pardon?” Bill looked flummoxed.

Miriam grinned. “I’ll throw on a dvd when we get home... you’ll see...”

~o0o~
It was well after midnight and pouring with rain when Harry, Hermione and the rest of the Coven returned to Hogwarts with Dumbledore, Sirius, and Professor Flitwick. Exhausted and wet, the Coven retired to the Unaffiliated Common Room within their hidden House after seeing Sirius off to the Shrieking Shack at the base of the Whomping Willow. Circe, Cleopatra, and Aphrodite were all three gathered in the portrait to greet them that night, thrilled to see their young charges again.
“Will you be staying long this time?” asked Cleopatra.

“I’m not really sure,” Harry replied, glancing at the others. “I’m still thinking about it... Dumbledore said we can take more time off if we’d like...”

“We missed you terribly,” said Aphrodite sincerely.

“You should ask the headmaster if he would allow you to have copies of our portraits made,” suggested Circe. “Then you could take them back home with you...”

“Oh, that’s a splendid idea, Circe,” Aphrodite interjected. “Then we could see you whenever we wanted...”

“And travel to Hogwarts and back without having to use a Portkey,” Cleopatra happily added.

“You know, that’s a smashing idea,” said Dora after the Coven had kissed the painted sorceresses goodnight and emerged from the portrait on the other side of the wall. “I hate portkeys almost as much as I hate traveling by Floo...”

Luna, Parvati, Daphne, and Fleur giggled when Jennifer and Harry both nodded vigorously in agreement.

“Yes, that was a rather brilliant suggestion,” agreed Hermione, swishing her sodden bushy ginger tail mirthfully. “The Gemino spell ought to work if Dumbledore says its alright.”

Though Hermione had gradually got used to the effects of Portkey travel, as dizzying as Floo travel but without all the ash and soot, the storm system which was deluging Britain from one end to the other continued to rage outside. It was possible to depart by portkey from within a building, but the whirling and flying made it decidedly unsuited for arriving at one’s destination inside a structure--unless one wasn’t fussed about damaged furnishings and decor--and the Coven had arrived at Hogwarts as drenched as they had been for much of the evening.

But at least they hadn’t felt the cold; and now that Hermione thought about it, she was glad that it was late enough that none of the students had seen them arrive, still glowing as they were. She really didn’t want to have to deal with awkward questions until they’d thought of something to tell everyone.

“You’re right, I suppose we could’ve been using Headmaster Black’s portrait,” Harry mused out loud, interrupting Hermione’s thoughts. “I almost forgot.”

“He’s still at Madam Black’s house, isn’t he?” said Daphne. “We never did bring his portrait back after we used him and the other portraits at her house to retake Hogwarts.”

“Yeah...” Parvati replied with a flick of her wet black tail. “But I like Circe, Aphrodite, and Cleopatra much better...”

“Good point,” Harry agreed with a grin.

“And we wouldn’t have to pass through Headmaster Black’s portrait in Dumbledore’s office first,” added Luna, taking the opportunity to shake some more excess rainwater from her saturated fluffy white tail while they were still in the stone corridor.

“I suppose we should at least ask Headmaster Black if he’d like us to take his portrait back to Jennifer’s manor or Number Twelve though,” said Hermione considerately. “He really seemed to like it at Jennifer’s, and he’s not so bad really.”

“Yeah... that’s true,” Harry admitted, his brow creased, nodding slowly as he gave it some more thought. “And he’s been jolly helpful. Who knows, we might need him to break into the Ministry again!?”

“And he’s actually good for a bit of a laugh,” Jennifer giggled. “He’s really funny, the way he puts on airs and acts all superior, but underneath it’s obvious that he likes us.”

“Zat is true,” tittered Fleur. “I think we should have him back.”

“Right then,” sighed Dora, “I suppose I should be the one to pop over to my aunt’s house and fetch Phineas’s portrait--maybe tomorrow.”

Harry swallowed when he saw Hermione looking at him expectantly, knowing that Dora must feel very awkward still about seeing her parents... as awkward as he himself still felt about it. He sighed resignedly.

“It’s alright Dora, Hermione and I can come with you if you’d like,” offered Harry. Dora’s face brightened.

“Oh, ta Harry. You sure about that?” she asked.

“Yeah... absolutely!” said Harry a bit squeakily. Realising that he still sounded more than a bit dubious, Harry tried to make a bit of a joke out of it. “I suppose I ought to try and get used to hanging around with the grandparents of our future kids,” he added with a grimace.

Dora turned pink and grinned, feeling much better about the idea of visiting her parents again as the rest of the Coven giggled. Hermione beamed at Harry and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Despite it being as late as it was, and as worn out as they felt, when Fleur suggested they dry off in their Common Room with hot cocoa and a midnight snack, everyone thought it was a lovely idea. Truth be told, though feeling a bit drained, they were all still quite wound up and didn’t feel ready for sleep anytime soon.

A roaring fire in the hearth greeted the Luminous Coven, and everyone stripped down to their underwear without a thought to modesty, tossing their soggy clothes in a pile. They were surprised to find a large Wiz-Vision screen waiting for them as well though. The Coven puzzled over it while drinking the cocoa and munching a variety of biscuits, jam and custard tarts, and little tea-cakes.

“Maybe it’s for the pirate broadcast tomorrow morning,” said Luna, whisking her wet and bedraggled tail, “so we can watch the interviews that Daddy and Rita Skeeter did with that nice lady--the deputy mayor of Puddleby--and with Mr Chambers, the wizard that lives there.”

“I expect you’re right Luna.” Hermione’s brow furrowed and her furry ears twitched pensively. “I suppose Dumbledore stopped making all the students watch the Wiz-Vision in the Great Hall after retaking Hogwarts, but wanted to make sure that we still had access so that we could stay informed.”

“Makes sense to me,” said Harry, who was very pleased about being able to keep up with whatever was going on the wizard world.

“Too bad it’s not a proper telly though,” sighed Jennifer. “I suppose it’s for the best if we’re staying at Hogwarts and have to study for classes again instead of on our own time though...”

“Oh...” Harry interjected, “I almost forgot to tell you... Before we left Puddleby, Dumbledore told Hermione and me and Dora that we’re not to worry about regular classes for the moment--whenever we’re ready--because our schedule has been so disrupted, and probably will be for the foreseeable future. We’ll all be doing Independent Studies now under Professor Jones’s supervision...”

“That’s lovely,” Jennifer beamed. “I can’t wait to see Hestia again.”

“...I’m afraid that you and Luna will probably still have a bit of a heavier workload though,” Hermione continued, flicking her furry ears sympathetically. “Most of us are much more advanced in many classes than most fourth years, but you both still have a bit of catching up to do in a few subjects--mostly only on the Theory end of things as you’re both brilliant when it comes to Practical spellwork of course. But there’s also Potions and Herbology, and Magical History...”

“But don’t worry,” Dora jumped in quickly, seeing the anxious look on Jennifer’s face. “You’ll still be getting loads of help from us, and tutoring from the Professors as needed. And Dumbledore said Slughorn’s got loads of time to do a couple of Independent Potions lessons a week with us as Alchemy is an elective only taught to interested fifth, sixth, and seventh years...”

“...which Harry and I have been thinking of studying too...” Hermione interjected, beaming lovingly at her husband.

“Anyway, we’ll just be easing back into things Jennifer,” Harry said reassuringly, shooting an amused grin at his eager Hermione. “We’re just going to meet with Professor Jones tomorrow to go over the lesson-plans and work out schedules if you’re ready.

“Dumbledore did offer to let us take some more time off after all the stuff we dealt with tonight, but I reckon that we’re probably as ready as we’ll ever be to get back to training, and Hogwarts is still the best place to train... it’s got the Room of Requirement after all...”

“...and the Library of course,” added Hermione, to the giggles of the rest of the Coven. “And if Dumbledore says its alright to make copies of Circe, Cleopatra, and Aphrodite to take back to your house, we can still go back home on some weekends,” she concluded sympathetically.

“No, it’s alright... I’ll be fine,” said Jennifer with grin. “Really! Home on weekends sounds lovely! I’d like that. But I’m ready to come back to Hogwarts during the week... I actually missed it here. It was fun except for the horrid people--and they’re gone now.

“And I love the castle and the grounds... and I’m really keen to learn more about magic...” Jennifer trailed off as she leaned across the sofa and gave Harry and Hermione both steamy kisses.

As Hermione began to purr, her now quite dry bushy tail twitching blissfully, the rest of the underwear clad Coven seemed to take the kissing as a sign that it was time for a bit of fun. As Jennifer was making out with the Potters, Luna and Parvati took it upon themselves to pounce on Dora, their own furry tails waving gleefully.

Grinning at the others, Daphne plonked herself on Fleur’s lap for a cuddle. Kissing her younger companion deeply and wetly, Fleur’s fingers slipped into Daphne’s moistening panties, finding their way to her humid slit. Her other hand slid up Daphne’s satiny smooth belly until it pushed under the cup of Daphne’s bra to capture the younger girl’s breast.

Daphne moaned into Fleur’s mouth as the older girl’s ministrations reached their mark. She squeaked with pleasure, her damp sheath clenching around Fleur’s fingers as the older girl’s thumb rotated the fleshy button hidden in her fold, while Fleur’s other hand engaged in massaging her heaving globes and tweaking her hardened nipples.

When Fleur’s lips trailed to her neck and began sucking a tender spot, Daphne wriggled ecstatically and squealed, drenching Fleur’s fingers, sparks of magic flying.

Meanwhile, Luna and Parvati had quickly stripped Dora of her bra and panties, flinging them across the Common Room. Parvati had her face between Dora’s thighs, her tongue buried in Dora’s sopping channel. Luna was straddling the pink haired girl’s waist, snogging Dora heatedly and mauling her ample breasts while wetly riding her thrusting fingers.

The young cat-witches purred and meowed with delight as Dora moaned and writhed beneath them and more sparks of magic flew.

Harry grinned when Jennifer and Hermione yanked off his boxers and began to take turns wrapping their lips around his stiff penis and sucking him off. It didn’t take him long as they went back and forth. Hermione took one last long suck and rasped her rough cat-tongue along the underside of Harry’s erection before passing him off again to Jennifer.

He lost it just as Jennifer took his length deeply, pressing her lips to the base of his shaft, his semen spurting into her throat. Not being greedy, Jennifer released the still erupting Harry from her mouth, swallowing the load he left on her tongue and licking the strand dangling from her lip as she passed him back to the giggling Hermione.

Hermione’s bushy tail quivered with mirth as she took Harry’s still ejaculating penis in her mouth and sucked him dry. When she had finished, Hermione was only too happy to lie back on the sofa as Jennifer’s tongue delved into her dripping wet pink crescent. Jennifer naughtily wiggled her bottom at Harry.

Still hard, seeing Jennifer bottom up with her face planted between Hermione’s thighs was too tempting for Harry. He leaned over Jennifer’s backside and entered with a single thrust, burying his lance to the hilt in her slick, tight sheath. Grasping her hips, Harry drove himself into Jennifer again and again with abandon while she made Hermione purr and meow with her skillful tongue.

It took a bit longer the second time around, but hearing Hermione let loose a long yowl, and her tail thumping the sofa as her cascading orgasms reached a crescendo, was too much. The whirlwind of ecstasy took Harry by storm; he released volley after volley of his stickiness into Jennifer’s depths while Hermione flooded Jennifer’s face with her own creamy essence as more magic filled the charged atmosphere.

Giddy and flushed with passion, the Coven traded partners and began again. The maelstrom of magic crackled, arcs leaping from one sofa to another across the Common Room as the Luminous Coven exploded into bliss repeatedly before finally fading into oblivion in the wee hours of the morning.

~o0o~
Harry yawned, blinking as he awoke; coffee might be a good call today. He was a bit puzzled at first by his surroundings before remembering that he and Hermione had never made it back to their quarters. In fact, Hermione and Daphne were both draped across him on one of the sofas in their Common Room. Luna and Parvati were curled up together purring on the settee, and Jennifer, Fleur, and Dora were sprawled across the other sofa. Their glowing had finally abated.
Harry glanced at the clock on the mantlepiece. It had just turned seven. Thinking that it would be nice to be Harriet for the next session, he grinned as the rest of the Coven began stirring, all of them still as naked as Harry himself.

The Common Room was a bit of a disaster, though thankfully some things were still intact, and Harry knew they would have to spend a short while repairing things before cleaning up and dressing to meet with Hestia Jones. Breakfast might have to wait.

“Mmm... Morning Harry,” murmured Hermione with a smile, blearily giving him a kiss as Harry stroked her messy hair. “I suppose we all needed a bit of stress relief.”

“Yeah... I’ll say,” Harry chortled in response.

A flickering in the corner of Harry’s eye caught his attention, and the sound of rousing music hit his ear. The Wiz-Vision had apparently been set to turn on with the morning news, no doubt soon to be interrupted by the Order’s pirated broadcast.

~o0o~
They had both almost been expecting it. The Senior Undersecretary had arrived early that morning at the Minister’s house, and they were both sipping their tea feeling a slight sense of trepidation when the bombastic music heralding the WVN morning news began.
Sure enough, a burst of static swamped the screen before it faded to black and new images appeared--the image of the dark streets of Puddleby inundated with lurching corpses, the sound of screams and crackling spells, and the voice of Rita Skeeter--onscreen herself as she described the events she was witnessing live at the scene.

The scene changed several times as Rita made her way through the small city with various groups of wizards--their faces blurred, excepting Dumbledore’s which was visible to all--saving muggles from the marauding Inferi. The footage was unflinching, showing also the bodies of muggles and wizards who hadn’t escaped the carnage.

The Minister and her deputy watched, mouths agape when they witnessed for the first time the blazing effects of the Secret Weapon as pulsating bursts of blindingly brilliant light swept through the city and the Inferi turned to ash and bone. Then the screen displayed scenes of muggle fighter jets and heavy artillery bombarding the town, unsuccessfully trying to destroy it.

Finally, the scene changed again as Rita conducted an interview with an unblurred local wizard, a man with dreadlocks who explained how the Inferi had been sent to quell their resistance to the Ministry’s attempts to take the muggleborn.

Another interview followed with the muggle deputy mayor of Puddleby, who explained how the Prime Minister had sent the military to obliterate the town of Puddleby, instead of rescuing its residents as he’d promised--Rita Skeeter suggesting strongly that he must have made a deal to coordinate with the Ministry of Magic at the expense of the non-magical people of Puddleby.

When it was over, and the regularly scheduled programming had resumed in progress, Deputy Minister Percy Weasley was white; his freckles, splashes of red paint against a blank canvas. He glanced at Minister Umbridge who appeared to be turning a plum shade of purple.

“I... I c...can’t believe it!” Percy sputtered, waving a hand wildly, “He’s openly violating the International Statute... Dumbledore can’t get away with that, can he, Dolores?”

“Unfortunately, it would appear that he can!” snarled Dolores. “My own friends in the ICW tell me that the Committee for Statutory Violations is nearly entirely in Dumbledore’s corner, including the Chair of the Committee, the Senior German delegate to the ICW, Angelika Machschnell. There is only one on that committee who is sympathetic to us, but he cannot speak his mind freely without risking his seat.

“This is a complete disaster--Dumbledore knows exactly what he is doing. Now that he’s brought Puddleby’s muggle deputy mayor to the wizarding public’s attention to spread his seditious nonsense, we shan’t be able to touch her without raising more questions in the ICW...

“He’s just daring us to try something--goading us to launch an open attack on Puddleby! But we can’t rise to the bait Percy... Dumbledore has no doubt left forces there hoping to entrap us and ensure that the ICW Inquiry goes his way”

“What are we going to do about Puddleby then?” Percy fumed.

“For the moment, Puddleby will have to be written off as a dead loss. But Dumbledore’s scheming gives me an idea. We must turn the tables on him--we shall have to devise a means to draw him out and entrap him instead...

“But failing that--and we must be prepared for that possible eventuality--at the very least we must force him to reveal the Secret Weapon with which he is destroying the Inferi... and he now also appears to have devised a means of generating a powerful shield large enough to defend an entire city.

“And I just know Potter was involved somehow--he was the one to employ the Secret Weapon at Hogwarts according to the accounts of those who witnessed it--I am certain he did so again. If we can get a hold of the Weapon and discover the means by which Dumbledore shielded Puddleby, we will at least be able to employ countermeasures and gain an even footing, and possibly capture Potter while we’re at it.

“We can work out a plan later though Percy,” Dolores shook her head and pursed her lips, grinding her teeth, “In the meantime, I must be off to Number Ten Downing Street--the PM must be having kittens...”

“We need some sort of response to Skeeter too...” Percy suggested loudly. “Ron seems to be coming around finally. Perhaps another direct ‘appeal’ to Potter might have some effect at least in suppressing Dumbledore’s recruiting efforts? ...especially if Ron’s heart seems to be more in it this time?”

“Perhaps!” Dolores looked skeptical. “I agree that a media response is a necessity, and I shall certainly be conferring with the Prime Minister on that score--he is closely acquainted with an exceptionally powerful muggle propagandist who owns media outlets in the US and Australia as well as Britain who could be quite helpful. But I’m not certain that Ronald will have much impact on a second go round...

“Still--maybe as part of a larger effort--it couldn’t hurt to at least prep him for a short spot. Why don’t you remain here and try working with Ronald while I’m in London today...”

~o0o~
Ron Weasley gulped nervously as he pulled his ear away from the door and flung himself back on the bed next to the tea-tray with his half-eaten breakfast when he heard his brother Percy’s footsteps coming back up the stairs. Ron had managed to overhear bits of the conversation--not everything, but he had heard enough. The Minister had left for London through her Floo, and Percy was staying, in the belief that Ron had finally been turned to their side.
Ron’s heart thudded in his ears as he contemplated his plan of action, wishing desperately that he could have thought of something better. As Percy’s footsteps drew nearer, Ron held his breath...
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