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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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Despite the lack of success finding a solution to Hermione’s furry little problem, she couldn’t be happier. She’d never had many friends, and certainly never ever had another friend as close as Harry, someone who would put himself out like this to keep her company. It felt really good to be around him.
Hermione cried when the new term began and Harry had to move back into Gryffindor tower. But that night, she got a shock when Harry appeared from under his invisibility cloak. He shushed her and climbed onto her bed, not paying any attention to the fact that all she was wearing was her fur, as she hadn’t been fussed about it when he had been staying in the infirmary with her the previous week. It covered her as well as any clothing.
“Wake me early.” Harry whispered. He covered himself back up with the invisibility cloak and put his arm around Hermione. They fell asleep snuggled together right under the ever watchful eye of Madame Pomfrey.
“Pssst... Harry, wake up, it’s 5:30 am” Hermione whispered. Harry could feel her lips brush against his ear. It felt nice being so close to her. He didn’t want to get up, but he couldn’t risk being caught.
Harry never made it through the common room where Fred and George were waiting for him and snickering.
“It’s alright Harry...” said Fred.
“...we know about you...” said George.
“...and Hermione....”
“...and we approve...”
“...wholeheartedly.” Concluded Fred, slapping Harry on the back.
“Good show Harry.” George said.
“You’re obviously a fast learner... Ron probably won’t even figure out what a girl is until fourth year.” Continued Fred.
“And he probably won’t even have a snog until sixth year.” Said George with a restrained guffaw.
Harry’s face was bright red and his cheeks felt like they were burning. This was bloody embarrassing. But still, it felt good to have some Weasleys around who still seemed to like him. Harry grinned at Fred and George.
“Look, Hermione’s just a friend...” began Harry.
“...whose bed you sleep in?” finished Fred.
“How did you know that?” Gasped Harry in shock.
George laughed.
“I didn’t, but I do now.” Retorted Fred as he chuckled.
Harry groaned. If Fred and George were going to be his new Best Weasley Friends, Harry was going to have to stay on his toes. He stuck his tongue out at them and grinned.
“Yeah, well we haven’t er... snogged or anything, but... but yeah, I guess I do really like Hermione a lot. It’s just she... she’s my first real friend. I thought it was Ron, but lately... I dunno about him. I just know... I just... I’ve never felt like this about a girl before.”
“We tried to warn you about Ron.” Fred said with a wink.
“But never mind that,” said George, trying to be serious for a moment, “Just treat Hermione nicely and she’ll be nice back. That’s all you really need to know to have a girlfriend Harry.”
“But if you need snogging instructions we’ve got a booklet we can sell you.” Fred interjected.
Harry turned beet red again, and fled to his dormitory.
Harry was taking copious notes in his classes to take to Hermione when they ended. Ron just glowered wondering how he was going to pass without Hermione to do his work for him.
While they were hard at work studying, Harry absentmindedly started scratching Hermione behind one of her cat ears. It was something he had become accustomed to with Mrs Figg’s cats. Hermione began purring loudly and butting her head harder against Harry’s knuckles like the cats did when they were being particularly affectionate. Harry suddenly realised what was happening when Hermione began to arch and rub herself against him.
He was starting to feel a bit giddy and Hermione seemed so happy that he didn’t want to stop her. But he heard footsteps in the hallway and he leapt up. Hermione gasped and quickly recovered as Madame Pomfrey returned with a healer from St Mungo’s.
They made to shoo Harry away, but Hermione was having none of it and she grabbed his arm.
“Please let Harry stay. He can hear whatever you have to tell me. He’s my boyfriend.”
The St Mungo’s Healer’s glasses fell off her nose and shattered on the floor.
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