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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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Rather than mope, the next morning after Madame Pomfrey came to see them, Harry and Hermione chose to return to classes. Neither one of them said a thing all day until after the last class ended. They sat on the bit of bluff overlooking the soggy quidditch pitch and watched some Hufflepuffs training.
Hermione broke the silence with a small steady voice, her eyes downcast as she idly put a finger in her mouth and chewed a nail.
“I’m not going to have the surgery Harry. I promise. I don’t know what I’m going to do, or where I’m going to go at the end of the term." Hermione took her finger out of her mouth. "But I’m NOT going to let my parents bully me because they don’t like the way I look.”
“I... I don’t understand what’s wrong with them. I never knew...” Hermione’s voice broke as tears rolled down her cheeks, but she continued with determination and a spark of anger seemed to flare. “I never knew they could be like that. I can’t live with someone who hates who I am, who thinks they have the right to force me to get cut open - even if they are my parents - especially if they’re my parents. Dumbledore says I’m a grown-up now. So I guess I’ll just have to work out how to live in the wizard world...”
“You won’t be alone Hermione.” Harry responded quietly. “Come with me to the Dursleys, and then we’ll figure out the next bit together.”

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Harry and Hermione stared at Snape, not certain whether to be angry or anxious. Professor Snape had requested to speak to Harry after class at the end of potions on Friday, and he had been extremely annoyed when Hermione had insisted that she was staying to hear whatever the professor had to say to Harry.
Uncharacteristically, Snape had relented. His stomach churned. He wasn’t used to trying to be pleasant. He stared back, his face inscrutable. Finally, as if it hurt, Snape spoke,
“Potter... Harry... your work this week has been exemplary. It would appear that I have misjudged you - harshly. Left to your own devices, you have demonstrated an aptitude for potions which I haven’t seen in some... years.”
Professor Snape picked up an old battered Potions textbook from the bookshelf behind his desk and handed it to Harry.
“This is my old potions book Harry. It is well above your current year, but with your... talent, I expect you to grasp most of it by the end of third year.”
Hermione’s tail stood on end. Her ears pricked, her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. Snape was right. Harry and she had both had top marks together in every Potions class this week. She flushed with a thrill of pride in her boyfriend. Harry was too confounded to think of anything at all. Snape continued.
“But please be careful Harry, some of the annotations contain spells which could potentially be dangerous. Do not attempt them without first testing the effects on inanimate or transfigured objects - or better yet, ask me first. In the meantime, I think you are ready for tutoring in advanced potions.” Snape gave a sniff and peered at Hermione, distracted briefly by her twitching ears and tail.
“I suppose Miss Granger qualifies too... Her marks are always exceptional.” He finished with a slight sneer, much more like his old self. But something seemed to catch in his eye, and he gave Hermione a look of silent apology.
“I knew your mother Harry. She was brilliant in potions... the brightest witch in her year. You and Miss Granger should do well... together.” Snape finished in a whisper. Then his face hardened and he stood up.
“Potter, Granger, Wednesday evenings, 7 sharp. Don’t be late.”
Harry was gob-smacked, and he didn’t speak until they reached their private chambers.
“What was THAT all about Hermione? Snape was almost nice to me.” Harry gasped as he flopped on the settee.
Hermione’s wide eyes shone brightly.
“Harry... you don’t understand. Snape is considered the top in his field. He’s supposed to be a Genius... That means... he’s not just being nice Harry. Snape must think you’re brilliant too.”
Harry couldn’t think of anything else to say except,
“Well, I suppose that means you’re a genius too Hermione. But I always knew that.” He concluded with a grin.
Hermione beamed at the compliment and began purring. She sat on Harry’s lap, curling her fluffy tail tightly around his waist and as they kissed, the pain of the last few days began to melt away. Every touch, every kiss, was a flame filling each other with warmth.
Harry lay back on the settee, his head on an armrest, one arm around Hermione who curled under it with her head under Harry’s chin. With his other hand, Harry gently stroked Hermione’s silky ears as she purred, her tail giving happy little flicks, and they drifted off into a sound sleep.

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Saturday, Harry and Hermione found out why DADA classes had been canceled all week. Dumbledore invited them both to his office again. Two men - both a bit pale and gaunt - were already seated and waiting when they arrived. The two young wizards sat on the chairs directly in front of the headmaster’s desk, Hermione’s tail swished nervously.
One of the men lit up when Harry entered the room and began to stand, but the other tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and he remained seated.
“Harry, Miss Granger, I believe introductions are in order.” Began Dumbledore. “But first, I must thank Harry immensely for bringing the grotesquely inappropriate behaviour of Professor Lockhart to my attention. The subsequent investigation has determined that he has also been abusing his authority to engage in physical relations with students and then wiping their memories with magic. He will be in Azkaban for a very very long time.”
“This of course necessitated procuring a new DADA professor. Harry, Miss Granger, may I introduce Professor Remus J Lupin. He was a close friend of your father’s Harry, and he will be your new DADA instructor. And this, Harry...”
“...is my Godfather, Sirius Black. I saw the pictures.” Harry finished for Dumbledore. His heart felt like it was thumping in his throat. His mouth was dry, and his palms were sweaty. The man before him was the closest he had to a proper family, and Harry had never once met him in his memory.
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