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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242704 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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The first week of November flew by for the Coven as they settled into the new schedules for their Independent Studies. Parvati and Daphne continued working with Luna and Jennifer on fourth year material. Fleur carried on with her seventh year course-work while Dora helped tutor the fourth year members of the Unaffiliated and furthered her own education beyond NEWT’s and Auror Training.

Except for fourth year History of Magic and Herbology, Harry and Hermione had both by and large moved on to advanced lessons: fifth year Runes and Astronomy, the few spells from sixth and seventh year Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts which they had yet to learn, sixth year Transfiguration, and seventh year Potions.

Most of the study was taken under the supervision of Hestia Jones in the spare classroom that Harry and Hermione had discovered after her potions accident in second year. But the professors had made some time to perform demonstrations and monitor progress as needed. And for practical reasons, Herbology was still taken with Professor Sprout in the greenhouses.

Likewise, the Potters and Fleur were taking their seventh year Potions lessons with Snape twice a week in the dungeons, and the fourth year members of the Unaffiliated continued to join the fourth year Gryffindors and Slytherins for Potions. Harry still couldn’t get over the change which had apparently come over the Slytherins. Parvati and Daphne had assured him that even the worst of the Slytherins continued to be on their best behaviour during class.

“D’you really think it’s just because Malfoy was killed, and Goyle lost a leg?” Harry had asked. “And I’m surprised that they’re all still here now that Dumbledore’s back. I would’ve thought a load would’ve left by now.”

“Some of them are probably missing their families, and thinking twice before stepping out of line,” said Hermione, “I expect that Dumbledore’s not letting them leave--for their own protection, and also to prevent them from being used by the Minister against us while she’s still in power.”

“Oh, of course! That makes sense...”

Harry had also been very pleased that he no longer had to suffer through Professor Binns’ lessons. Though he’d always been fascinated by History of Magic, Harry had never been able to endure the soporific effects of the ghostly professor’s lectures. Reading the Magical History books was more than sufficient to learn the subject.

One class Harry missed though, was Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid. The Potters had both put that aside for the time-being, apologising profusely to a disappointed Hagrid.

“Ah, I unnerstand,” Hagrid had said with a sigh. “Yeh both need ter focus on the mos’ useful subjects while yer fightin’ fer the Order. If yeh wanna though, I’ll be happy ter help yeh catch up when it’s time so’s yeh can pass yer Care o’ Magical Creatures OWL.”

“That sounds lovely Hagrid,” Hermione had beamed, and she and Harry promised that they would at least finish Hagrid’s class through OWL level when the war was over.

Much to Professor Slughorn’s delight, Hermione had convinced Harry to give Alchemy a go. The rotund professor was all too happy to set aside two periods a week to teach the Potters along with Dora and Fleur. Harry was still struggling with fourth year Arithmancy, and Alchemy promised to be just as challenging; but Hermione was determined and Harry simply couldn’t bring himself to say no when she pleaded with him as she curled her bushy tail around him and kissed him like that.

Despite the heavy workload, the Potters did manage to schedule a bit more downtime now that they were working at their own pace. Madam Pomfrey had been most insistent that rest and relaxation were just as important as education, and vital for their health and well-being.

All in all, things at Hogwarts began to seem so normal, that Harry and Hermione could almost forget that Magical Britain was in turmoil. Nor had there been any indication from the WVN news that the Minister was plotting her next move. But the Potters knew better, having attended an Order meeting with the rest of the Coven. And the tension grew as they waited for the other shoe to drop.

~o0o~
Friday arrived in Brussels, drizzly and grey. The two women in the muggle hotel room watched the rivulets of water trickling down the windowpane, nervously fidgeting with anticipation. Andrea Mason glanced at her daughter when she heard a giggle behind them. Amelia Bones smiled to see the young girl laughing at the cartoons on the television, pleased that she was recovering from her horrific ordeal at the hands of dark wizards.
“She understands French?”

“Yes!” Andrea nodded proudly. “I began teaching her myself when she was little--and while I still worked for the government, I made sure she went to a school which taught foreign languages. She also knows a small amount of German...”

The muggle woman trailed off and bit her lip, frowning pensively. Madam Bones understood. Not more than three blocks from the hotel, in a building normally inaccessible to muggles, a proceeding was taking place, headed by the German witch to whom Andrea Mason had presented her testimony.

The two women fell silent once more, the laughter of Andrea Mason’s daughter the only distraction from their rumination on the outcome.

~o0o~
“This meeting of the Committee for ze Investigation of Statutory Violations is hereby called to order--presiding officer, Dame Angelika Machschnell.” The stern looking German witch’s voice rang out in the chamber as she banged her gavel on the wooden trivet. She peered at the other six members of the seven member Committee.
“Ve are here today to consider bringing charges against ze British Minister of Magic, Dolores Jane Umbridge. The charges before us stand as follows: First--that Minister Umbridge has knowingly colluded with a non-magical Official. Second charge--that Minister Umbridge has engaged in ze subjugation of non-magical persons, specifically those unfavoured by the aforementioned non-magical Official.

“Third charge--that Minister Umbridge has engaged in ze systematic oppression of wizards born into non-magical families. Fourth--that in carrying out ze subjugation of non-magicals, and the oppression of wizards from non-magical families, the Minister ordered the commission of multiple Crimes Against Humanity.

“And lastly, but certainly not least, Minister Umbridge is also charged with ordering ze attempted assassination of Harry James Potter. Further charges may be issued, pending a full investigation, but zese charges alone are enough to detain Minister Umbridge, and hold her over to face an International Tribunal.

“It is my recommendation zat this committee shall bring to the floor of the General Assembly of the International Confederation of Wizards a motion to issue an International Arrest Warrant for Minister Umbridge, and that sanctions be brought to bear against ze British Ministry until such a time as Minister Umbridge is taken into custody. How say you all?”

The Nigerian delegate, Madam Ogoba, was quick to respond.

“I second the motion!” she stated firmly, with a look that dared the others to disagree.

“Perhaps... a measure of caution is warranted before we render a decision,” said the Greek committee member in an oily tone. “We should not move with undue haste. I still have questions regarding the veracity of Ms Mason’s testimony, and the evidence presented by Dumbledore’s people.”

“Perhaps then, you also qvestion ze integrity of the committee’s own investigators, Herr Papadopoulos?” snapped the German head of the committee. “Ms Mason’s testimony vos confirmed by pensieve examination of her memories...”

“Memories may be altered or manipulated,” interjected Pericles Papadopoulos

“However, such alteration alvays leaves traces.” Dame Machschnell glowered at the Greek delegate. “Our Legilimens haff verified that Ms Mason’s memories are unaltered--a true representation of events.

“Likevise, our investigators haff confirmed all ze evidence collected thus far: the documents, the artifacts--including the wands of torturers and murderers--and ze tools of necromancy, the footage filmed during ze raid on the concentration camp...

“Ve also haff ze written testimony of the other non-magicals, including Ms Mason’s young daughter--the girl is available to speak if you vish to subject her to the torment of recounting her travails in person...”

Pericles narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

“That will not be necessary,” he said quietly.

The head of the committee barreled on, her jaw set, eyes glittering dangerously.

“Then there is the testimony of a Kappa assassin--who ve haff in our custody should you vish to speak to him...”

Pericles shook his head again, and Dame Machschnell continued.

“Ze confirmation of a single piece of evidence vould be enough to bring even one charge against the Minister... and we haff many such pieces of evidence. And over these past weeks, you were here in these very chambers as ve examined all this evidence, were you not?” the head of the committee concluded pointedly.

“Yes, indeed I was,” the Greek delegate answered slickly. “I merely wished to be certain of all the facts before irreparably damaging the sterling reputation of such a highly respected head of government as Minister Umbridge.”

“How very noble of you Pericles,” Madam Ogoba offered coldly, her nostrils flaring. “We wouldn’t want to harm the reputation of someone who encourages the rape and murder of children now, would we?”

Several members of the committee coughed and shuffled uncomfortably in their seats at Olubunmi Ogoba’s pointed remarks. Dame Machschnell raised an eyebrow; her steely look made it clear that the time for debate was long past.

One by one, the committee members raised their hands to affirm the decision to bring charges against Minister Umbridge. Finally, slowly, when the count reached him, Pericles Papadopoulos raised his own hand as he smiled thinly at Madam Ogoba.

“A unanimous decision! Excellent!” exclaimed Dame Machschnell. “I shall call for a full session of the ICW, and ve shall present our findings on ze floor for a vote on Monday.”

~o0o~
The excitement among the members of the Coven was palpable as they prepared for their return to Jennifer’s estate for the weekend after dinner. The Potters had copied the portraits of Cleopatra, Aphrodite, and Circe, and Hermione had carefully stowed them in one of the bottomless bags next to the portrait of Phineas Nigellus. She had been sure to impervius the bag, as it was raining again.
Hermione’s furry tail twitched when she glanced up to see Harry lying on the bed, reading a book. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m already packed and ready to go,” said Harry with a grin when he noticed Hermione giving him a Look. “I’ve got the stone from the Room of Requirement in a bag with a couple of days worth of clothes.”

“Oh, alright! Let’s see what you’re reading then...” Hermione pounced on the bed to have a look, her bushy tail waving gleefully. “Hmmm... looking for ideas to spice up our fun this weekend, are you?” she giggled when she saw that Harry was reading the book of Asian Monsters.

“Erm... what?” Harry looked bewildered. “No! I just never finished reading this book--what are you on about?”

“That’s the page Luna was most interested in... the one which gave me the idea for using my furry tail like a sex toy...”

“What? This horrible creature?” Harry was utterly flummoxed now. “Why on earth would Luna be interested in Shokushu? ... She doesn’t really want a multi-tentacled monster to force itself on her does she?”

“Of course not, silly!” Hermione rolled her eyes. “It’s just a sexual fantasy--just the idea of it turns her on... You know how Luna likes mad things.”

Harry had a sudden flashback to early on in Third Year; an image of standing outside a greenhouse came to mind, listening to Luna tell Hermione that it was a bit much to expect a boy with only one penis and two hands to satisfy three girls at once. He remembered wondering just how much a metamorphmagus might be able to handle... The idea had seemed quite mad at the time, but it was true--Luna did like mad things.

“So...” Harry began slowly and tentatively, his brow furrowed in thought, “Were you just joking? Or do you really think I should... er... give this multi-tentacle-er-thingy a go, during... erm... you know... our get-together?”

“I can’t speak for everyone else, but I think Luna would be absolutely thrilled if you tried it for a bit...” Hermione peered at Harry, her furry ears twitching hopefully, “She’s been hoping you would have a go at something like this ever since she found out you’re a metamorphmagus. And... and honestly, I have to confess, I think it would be exciting to try too... just for fun!”

Harry thought about it a bit more. He loved Luna as much as he loved every other member of the Coven. And if it made her happy, and made Hermione happy... Well, how could he say no? And he had to admit, the idea of experimenting a bit more with his metamorph abilities during sex was appealing.

“Hmmm... I think I could manage it,” he said finally, feeling a flutter of nerves in his midsection. “Maybe tomorrow then, while we’re making our own Room of Requirement...”

AN:
@ Dragonbreath: Thank you for your review. Glad you're enjoying the fic! :-)

...It is getting ever closer to the end. But I'm working on ideas for a sequel.
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