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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
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.

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Even though their first full day back at Hogwarts didn’t involve any regular classes, it soon became apparent to the Coven that the strange sensation had little to do with their fame and popularity. There was indeed something distinctly different and vaguely unsettling about the way it felt to be back, but it seemed to have much less to do with how the other students regarded them and much more to do with the way they felt about themselves which they still couldn’t quite put their finger on.

After working out new schedules with Hestia Jones that morning, and lunch with their friends, Professor McGonagall had informed Harry and Hermione that Dumbledore wished to meet with them.

With twinkling eyes, the headmaster warmly received the two students seated in his office. They appeared slightly apprehensive, as if they had some inkling of the primary reason he had called for the meeting. Fawkes nonchalantly preened his feathers, but the portraits on the wall had abandoned all pretense of inattentiveness. There was no question that the Potters were the most interesting students that Hogwarts had seen in many generations.

“Well,” Albus Dumbledore began, “I certainly hope you are settling back in as well as can be expected. To begin with, I must apologise again for the current interruptive state of affairs regarding schooling for yourselves and your companions.”

“It’s alright sir,” said Harry resolutely. “We understand that things are different now--we’re all ready for whatever comes next, whenever you need us.”

Hermione’s twitching furry ears and tail caught Dumbledore's clear blue eyes as she nodded firmly in agreement with Harry. Dumbledore was immediately struck by the incongruity of their fresh-faced youthful features--those of still young teens--juxtaposed with a bearing which at once both heartened and humbled him.

“Yes!” the Headmaster said quietly, with an almost wistful expression. “I can see that. No doubt it feels quite odd to be behind the walls of Hogwarts once more as students. That is because you are all truly adults now, in every way imaginable, even the youngest among you.

“You and the rest of your compatriots have all faced more burdens and shouldered more responsibilities than many wizards and witches have in their entire lives, and you have all done so with great courage, grace, and dedication--more than anyone has any right to expect from those of your age.

“You have acquitted yourselves admirably, and I must confess, I am somewhat saddened for whatever vestiges of innocence you have lost, facing the terrible burdens of war. For indeed, warriors you have all become.

“Whatever education there is to come--and believe me, learning never ceases as the boundaries of knowledge are infinite--please be assured that I have no doubt that you two in particular are quite capable of seeking out your own lives beyond these walls, should you so chose...”

Harry swallowed, unexpectedly feeling his eyes stinging, stunned to hear Dumbledore echoing Sirius and Lupin’s words. Hermione’s eyes grew bigger as her tail flicked.

“But we want to stay, Professor Dumbledore!” she squeaked, feeling just as surprised as Harry. “There’s so much more to learn. We really do, don’t we Harry?”

“Yeah!” said Harry quickly, sharing a look with his wife. “Hermione’s right sir. Hogwarts is still the best place I know of to learn magic...”

“And yet it no longer quite feels like home, does it?” said the headmaster, peering over the top of his half-moon spectacles knowingly at the Potters. “I would like to suggest, that if you wish to do so, you may leave Hogwarts on the weekends with your companions... My understanding is that Miss Watts’ residence is still entirely unknown to the Ministry, and is as well warded as I could have provided for myself. All that remains then, is to decide the most efficacious means of transport.”

Hermione shared another quick glance with her husband, then nodded at Dumbledore.

“Professor, we were actually wondering, would it be alright if we replicated copies of Aphrodite, Cleopatra, and Circe to take home?” she asked excitedly. “Harry and I can both do the Gemino Charm, and we can take the paintings back in our bottomless bags on one last trip via portkey...”

“...and we were planning on picking up Phineas Nigellus from Madam Black’s house,” Harry added, “if that’s alright too.”

“But of course,” said an eager voice on the wall behind them.

The Potters grinned and turned around; Dumbledore raised his eyebrows wryly at the Slytherin headmaster on the wall. Phineas Nigellus flushed slightly, and quickly adopted a supercilious expression and tone of voice.

“Narcissa’s home is far too crowded these days,” Phineas continued. “Order members coming and going... riff-raff and refugees of all sorts,” he muttered. “I am quite looking forward to a quiet life of contemplation once more.”

“Of course you are Phineas,” retorted Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling as Harry chortled and Hermione did her best to restrain a giggle.

“Well then,” the headmaster began again, “That sounds a splendid plan. Now that’s all sorted, I wish to express my gratitude once again.”

Dumbledore held up his withered and blackened arm and flexed the spindly fingers of his charred hand.

“This was a small price to pay for my life... I am not sure how I can ever repay you and your companions for affording me the opportunity to continue shaping young minds. If there is anything more that I can do to make your lives as full members of the Order more bearable, by all means, do not hesitate to ask...”

“Erm...” Harry felt slightly awkward, not sure how to respond to that. “Er... really sir, that’s not necessary...”

Hermione chewed her lip, glancing at her husband as an idea impressed itself upon her.

“Professor Dumbledore, sir,” she began, “we’ve been wondering what it would take to create a Room of Requirement of our own at home. Harry’s been wanting a proper place to continue training when we’re not at Hogwarts, and anything you could do to help would be brilliant.”

Dumbledore’s eyebrows rose again as he stroked his long silvery beard thoughtfully, looking most impressed at the request of his students. The office fell into silence as he considered it.

“Well, such a thing would be quite beyond me to create from scratch of my own accord,” he said finally, “and would under most circumstances take many decades and many, many wizards vastly skilled in Arithmancy, Charms, Transfiguration, and a highly specialised branch of Alchemy known as Metaphysicorum to accomplish...”

Hermione gave Harry an apologetic look for having got his hopes up.

“It’s alright Hermione,” Harry started to say, smiling at her, “You already told me as much...”

“However,” Dumbledore interjected brightly, “I do believe there is a way that I can assist you in that regard. What you need is an artifact--a piece of the Room of Requirement itself--which I would be happy to provide. All you need do is incorporate the stone into the architecture of the room you wish to transform--which is a simple matter--and I daresay that a session of your... erm... activities with the rest of the Coven shall accomplish the rest...”

Harry and Hermione stared at the pink-cheeked headmaster in surprise, the cat-witch’s bushy tail quivering with excitement.

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“Blimey!” exclaimed Dora, her eyes popping.
“Ze headmaster said what?” Fleur’s jaw dropped.

The rest of the Coven was speechless, equally amazed by the news. All that could be heard were audible gasps as a thrill shot through them.

“He’s going to give us a piece of stone--a brick from the Room of Requirement,” said Harry excitedly. “And then we replace a piece of the wall in the room we want to transform with it...”

“And then all we have to do is have an orgy in the room to charge it up!?” said Luna bluntly, swishing her fluffy white tail and grinning. Daphne blushed; Parvati and Jennifer peered at the Potters expectantly, as if needing to hear it again to prove it was true.

“Erm... That’s more or less what Dumbledore said,” Hermione squeaked, turning crimson. “Not in those words of course... an ‘Ecstatic Ritual of primordial magic from before the dawn of history’ he called it. He had apparently gleaned from our glowing and the power levels of our spells in Puddleby that our own Coven Magic had ‘very likely been enhanced’ by such a ritual--so Harry and I told him a bit about the Enchanted Pond...”

“...without going into details, of course!” Harry quickly added, looking equally red-faced.

“Of course,” said Daphne faintly.

“But in any case,” Hermione continued, “the upshot is that Dumbledore thinks our Coven Magic is still growing exponentially, and he agreed that the synergistic effects of reactivating the pond’s enchantments through inadvertently re-enacting the sex rites originally performed there has something to do with it as well...”

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Carmine wisps of cloud crossed the purple backdrop as the day drew closer to an end. Ron was starving; not to mention being tired and thirsty. He had been flying for hours, having only taken a break at midday when the sun’s position in the sky made his direction of travel uncertain. He had resumed flying the moment the sun began to descend the downward slope of the sky.
To his delight, Ron was sure that he had discovered the railway tracks upon which the Hogwarts Express traveled. His certainty was assured when he spotted a bridge that he recalled from the ill-fated flight that he had taken in his father’s car with Harry at the beginning of their second year.

It briefly occurred to Ron that Second Year had been the year that everything had changed. He wondered where he’d be today if Hermione hadn’t permanently changed into a catgirl. Would he still be Harry’s best mate instead of Seamus’s now? If the Triwizard tournament had still happened, maybe not. Things might have ended up the same regardless.

Ron reckoned that he still would have been jealous and believed that Harry had cheated to get in. But maybe Harry would have forgiven him more readily if he and Hermione hadn’t been together?

Ron’s head started to hurt as he tried to consider all the possibilities and he put it aside. It didn’t matter anymore anyway; overall, Ron was perfectly happy now--happier than he had ever been despite everything... except for the fact that it was getting dark and he was freezing his arse off.

That was when he spotted them in the growing dusk, three wizards on brooms in the distance. Gasping with fear, Ron dropped below the tree line into some nearby woods, hoping that they hadn’t spotted him. He almost set down, but then decided he was better off hidden in the leafy branches.

“Over there--I sawr ‘im go down over ‘ere somewhere...” he heard someone shout. “Must be a mudblood tryin’ to evade capture.”

“Hah, we’ll find ‘im soon enough. ‘E can’t be far,” yelled another.

Heart pounding in his ears, Ron inwardly cursed and held his breath when the third drifted closer towards the tree he was hiding in. His eyes grew bigger when he saw through the leaves how close the wizard was. Ron knew that they’d spot him at any moment, and he had no wand with which to fight. But fleeing simply wasn’t an option on the stupid slow broom he’d stolen from the Minister’s house.

The broom! That was it! Ron couldn’t believe his eyes when he realised that the Snatcher a mere few feet away from him was riding a Firebolt. Ron gulped and wished he hadn’t looked down when he saw how far below the ground was. Ron took a deep breath to steel himself; he’d only have one chance to get this right.

The idiot on the broom was closer than ever and Ron saw his opportunity; he leapt from the tree limb onto the back of the Snatcher’s broomstick and grabbed at his wand.

“OI... WOT THE BLOODY HELL?” yelled the startled Snatcher.

Ron slugged him on the jaw and heard it crack. The unconscious wizard tumbled from his broom, crashing through the branches as he fell. Without a second thought, Ron spun the broom around and began shooting stunning spells at the other two bearing down on him.

They both returned fire and missed, shocked when Ron charged at them instead of turning tail as they’d expected he would. Ron was amazed by the Firebolt’s speed and handling. He passed right between the pair of Snatchers and stunned them both.

Ron couldn’t help hoping that they’d break their necks when they hit the ground as he flew off at high speed. And with any luck, on the Firebolt, he’d be long gone before anyone noticed that Ron had activated the Trace.

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Kingsley Shacklebolt kept a watchful eye as he led Andrea Mason and Amelia Bones along the Rue Belliard towards the headquarters of the ICW, barely more than a block away from the Brussels offices of the muggle UN. Kingsley felt only mildly reassured that he had three other undercover agents dressed as muggles tailing them in case of trouble.
Though he trusted most of the members of the Committee for the Investigation of Statutory Violations, there was one that Kingsley trusted not at all. He wouldn’t put it past Minister Umbridge to have her man on the inside stage a hit before they reached the heavily warded building which housed the ICW head-offices.

He breathed a sigh of relief when they finally reached the international wizarding institution and the doorman let them in without incident...

AN: Response to review:

@ Coxy: Thank you! Updates are a bit slower as I get closer to the end of this fic (wrapping a story up properly takes a lot of scheming), but there are definitely more to come.
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