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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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Hermione picked herself up from the ground and dusted herself off, thankful that she at least had avoided the puddle. Harry hadn’t been so lucky, but Hermione admirably restrained a giggle and reached out her hand to help him up as he swore like a sailor.

“Bloody portkey travel!” grumbled Dora, wiping some mud off her face with the sleeve of her robes as she clambered up. “At least we didn’t get skewered by a tree limb--suppose that counts for something...”

“I reckon we’re lucky we didn’t miss the lawn and fall in the Black Lake at this time of night,” Harry groaned as he yanked off his dripping robes and wrung them out.

“Well... Phineas Nigellus is fortunate anyway,” said Hermione. “I didn’t think to impervius the bottomless bag. He would’ve got soaked.”

“I’m just happy that Mum and Dad were too busy to harass me and Harry about havin’ a baby when we picked up Phineas’s portrait,” Dora said with a grin

“Yeah, there is that,” Harry agreed, nodding and allowing himself a wry smile. “I suppose things could’ve been worse.”

Hermione giggled, then trailed off as her eyes grew larger and her tail began to bristle.

“Harry!” she squealed, pointing at someone on a broom approaching in the night sky, silhouetted against the waning moon.

“Blimey! Who’s that?” muttered Harry, whipping out his wand.

“Hopefully someone alright!” said Dora, reaching into her robes for her mirror, frowning in puzzlement. “Dumbledore, Flitwick, and McGonagall set up wards to keep any Ministry folk out... Mightn’t work against someone imperiused if they’re staff or a student though.”

In the darkness, the figure was still too distant for normal human eyes, but Hermione’s pupils widened, glowing in the silvery moonlight.

“I can’t believe it... It can’t be...” she gasped.

“Who is it, Hermione?” asked Harry, beginning to feel alarmed, wondering if it was someone mad like Bellatrix Lestrange.

“It... it’s RON!”

“Ron? ... Bloody hell! Are you sure?”

“Yes Harry! It’s definitely Ron!”

“Wow!” Harry exclaimed, gaping in amazement as the figure drew nearer at a rapid clip. “Whatever he’s flying is bloody fast.”

Harry lit his wand and began waving it, jumping up and down to get Ron’s attention. Dora snapped out of her own amazed stupor and joined in. Hermione followed suit, and all three of them began yelling Ron’s name.

~o0o~
A wispy cloud drifted across the moon in the starry sky as the shadowed walls and towers of the castle loomed ahead, warm yellow light pouring from all of the windows. Ron felt a surge of relief; he’d made it, finally! As he dropped closer to the treetops, several moving lights caught his attention in the darkness below.
Ron was surprised to see three dark shadows on the lawn at this time of night, leaping wildly and waving lit wands. When he was close enough, he could faintly hear them shouting his name. Ron put on one last burst of speed and swooped down towards the three figures.

Lighting gracefully upon the ground, Ron couldn’t believe it when Harry rushed at him, beaming, and a bushy haired missile with luminous, glowing eyes and a fluffy cat tail flung her arms around him. Dora stood back grinning as both Potters set upon Ron, hugging him and slapping him on the back.

“Blimey you two!” chortled Ron. “Let a bloke breathe...”

“Are you alright Ron? What happened with the Minister and Percy? How’d’you escape? ...Is that a Firebolt?” The questions flew from Harry’s mouth in rapid-fire.

Ron staggered, briefly overwhelmed by the onslaught, his muscles screaming after being frozen to the broom for so long.

“Easy you two!” said Dora. “Give ‘im a chance to catch his breath.”

The Potters stepped back, blushing slightly. Hermione’s own breath caught sharply when Ron’s disheveled state became readily apparent.

“Ron!” she squeaked, her furry ears flattening. “You poor thing! Your hand, it’s all swollen and your knuckles are bleeding...”

“Er... it’s nothing!” Ron muttered nonchalantly, “I might’ve busted a finger though--but you should see Percy and the other bloke!” he concluded with a grin.

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked impressed, opening his mouth to ask for details; but Hermione was having none of it.

“A broken finger is not nothing Ronald Weasley!” Hermione snapped, giving Ron a stern look. “And look at you! You must be frozen half to death. You’re going to the hospital wing this instant!”

“Can’t it wait?” Ron groaned, “I’m bloody famished...”

“You can eat in the hospital wing after Pomfrey’s seen to you. Come on then...” said Hermione firmly but kindly as she began to march Ron up to the castle.

Harry grinned at his wife, then shot Ron an apologetic look as he strode beside them. Dora couldn’t help letting out a muted guffaw.

~o0o~
Madam Pomfrey hadn’t the heart to turn the Potters out as she settled Ron into bed and healed his finger. She gave him a number of potions for swelling, pain, and exhaustion, and called for a house-elf to bring Ron some supper. It was a testament to how worried that both Potters had been for Ron, that neither of them fussed him about his dreadful table manners as he regaled them with his exploits while eating.
“You should’ve seen me...” Mashed potatoes flew from Ron’s mouth as he told them about the Snatchers. “There must’ve been at least half a dozen of them--maybe more. But I canooed the one bloke after I leapt on his Firebolt and snagged his wand...”

“Pardon?” interjected Harry, looking slightly bewildered. “Canooed?”

“Yeah... I hit him real hard like this...” Ron jerked his closed fist and a few peas rolled off his dinner plate. “Probably broke his jaw! Fred and George told me you were the one who showed them...”

Hermione looked a bit ill at the thought of someone’s jaw breaking, or maybe it was the sight of gravy dripping from Ron’s chin. Light dawned on Harry and he grinned, shaking his head.

“Oh, you mean you Kung Fu-ed him,” said Harry with a little laugh. “You might’ve been better off with a palm strike though--at least your finger would be. Still, that’s bloody brilliant Ron!

“So how’d you take out the other five Snatchers,” Harry asked pointedly, smirking. Ron’s ears turned red and Hermione stifled a giggle.

“Erm... well... mightabinclosertatwo,” Ron mumbled. He washed down his mouthful of food with some pumpkin juice before finishing his story.

“Anyway, the Firebolt handled like a champ--really fast. The Snatchers were shooting spells but they couldn’t hit me. I flew right between ‘em and stunned one, then the other. They both fell off their brooms and I hoofed it before anyone else showed up.

“I found the railway tracks again and kept flying. I must’ve still been pretty far from Hogwarts though, because even as fast as the Firebolt was, it still seemed to take a couple of hours to get here...”

Ron thought he’d better finish his dinner before telling the Potters the rest of it when he saw Hermione looking a bit green. Hastily he wiped the gravy from his chin and cleared his plate in no time flat. He had just eaten his last bite when Dumbledore entered the hospital wing.

The Potters listened as the youngest Weasley son told his story again for the headmaster, which Ron was only too happy to do. When Ron got to the bit that he hadn’t told Harry and Hermione yet, Dumbledore shared a dark look with the Potters. Ron revealed that he’d overheard the Minister and Percy plotting something to draw out Harry and Dumbledore in an attempt to capture them, and unlock the mystery of the Secret Weapon once and for all.

“...I dunno what though. They hadn’t worked anything out yet,” said Ron. “They were going to when the Minister got back from talking to the muggle Prime Minister and some other muggle bloke--a ‘proper-grandist’ or something like that. Anyway I knocked Percy out and left before she came back...”

“And I am quite glad that you did, Mr Weasley,” the headmaster responded warmly. “You have done splendidly indeed, returning safe and sound--and on top of that, providing the Potters and myself with vital information upon which we can act when the opportunity arises... Your parents should be very proud! Speaking of which, I had better inform them of your safe return before the night wears on much longer.”

Dumbledore twinkled and turned to Harry and Hermione.

“Well Harry, Mrs Potter, perhaps it is best that we all leave our young hero to his well deserved rest before Madam Pomfrey decides it is time to turf us out... We can discuss our own countermeasures in coming days.”

~o0o~
The Potters and the rest of the Coven greeted the following morning with a small amount of trepidation, wondering what sort of response the Minister had planned for the Order’s previous broadcast regarding the details of the Halloween mayhem in Puddleby. When the Wiz-Vision flickered on, they were unsurprised to see the magnificently groomed William O’Hannity introducing Minister Umbridge.
And they were equally unastonished when the blame for everything was laid at the feet of Dumbledore’s rebellion, and that Harry in particular was singled out as having instigated the entire affair at the headmaster’s behest.

“...Indeed,” continued the Minister in her steeliest voice, “we have substantial evidence that Dumbledore and Mr Potter staged the entire event as a means to cast a bad light on the Ministry, going so far as to breach the International Statute of Secrecy.

“And one can only imagine the lengths to which the insurrectionists must have gone to corral enough Inferi, setting them upon Puddleby in a desperate ploy to cast themselves as the heroes which saved the town from the foul creatures. Such falseness is of course standard operating procedure for those who are accustomed to conspiracy and lies...”

Harry groaned and rubbed at his forehead; Hermione gave him a consoling squeeze and curled her ginger tail around him. Dora and Fleur rolled their eyes as Jennifer and Daphne glanced at each other worriedly.

“I can’t believe this rubbish,” fumed Parvati, her sleek black tail wagging angrily. “She almost makes it sound believable...”

“Don’t worry Parvati,” said Luna comfortingly, wrapping her fluffy white tail around her girlfriend. “All the Minister has is words. They might sound good, but all the footage that Daddy and Rita Skeeter showed yesterday will have much more impact on people.”

“Are you certain?” asked Daphne, looking doubtful.

“Luna ees quite right,” asserted Fleur. “People will believe their eyes more than words. In France, when people see scandalous pictures, even if fake images, zey believe pictures more than denials. It will be ze same here, except our images are very real.”

“She’s right, Daphne,” said Dora. “I’ve seen enough on the muggle telly to know that people are more likely to believe their eyes... even if ‘experts’ say it's rubbish...”

“I think that’s true,” Hermione proffered. “I’ve read about psychological studies which indicate as much.”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” sighed Harry. “I dunno if that UFO stuff is real, but loads of people believe even the most unconvincing and splotchy looking pictures and films... even when experts can prove they’re fake. It’s just weird to think of that sort of thing actually working in our favour...”

“That’s a good point,” added Jennifer. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

The Coven did the best they could to forget about it, which wasn’t difficult as they began their studies again after breakfast. But there was also another distraction which was even more pleasing.

Dumbledore had apparently made a special announcement at breakfast marking Ron’s triumphant return--which the Coven had missed as they had been watching the news--and Ron was enjoying his newfound notoriety, recounting his harrowing adventure at every opportunity.

Seamus was rapt with awe, and stuck to his best mate like glue, unwilling to let him out of his sight. Dean and Neville listened intently, their jaws dropping at all the most exciting bits. A number of third and fourth year girls seemed to have gathered around to listen as well, some of them even from the other Houses.

Harry had a good chuckle, as Ron had returned to his tale of fighting off half a dozen Snatchers... or more. Hermione smirked a bit and flicked her bushy tail mirthfully, but left Ron to it, not wishing to spoil his fun. Ginny was simply thrilled to have her brother back, but raised her eyebrows questioningly at Ron’s story. She smiled knowingly when Harry gave her a wink, and halved the Snatchers in her mind.

Despite knowing Ron well enough to guess that he was exaggerating, the Twins were nonetheless extremely impressed with him. They were especially admiring of the fact that he’d won himself a Firebolt, and a wand which Professor Dumbledore had let him keep as nobody knew what the Carrows or the Minister had done with his old wand.

“...just the spoils of war,” said Ron with a shrug. But he couldn’t help beaming at his brothers’ praises.

“Brilliant Ron!” said Fred, slapping Ron on the shoulder. “You’ve truly done the Weasley name proud...”

“...and you’re worth more than a hundred Percys!” insisted George. “That git deserved a good pummeling.”

Ron had also received a very large parcel by owl post from Mr and Mrs Weasley, full of his favourite cakes and sweets, along with a letter promising a visit at the weekend. And after classes let out, Ron was ecstatic when Harry and Viktor Krum joined him and the Gryffindor quidditch team for a casual game.

Harry had never been happier for Ron than he was that day, and was delighted to have a diversion from his sense of foreboding about whatever the Minister was plotting next.
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