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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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The rest of the week passed by quickly, and much more cheerfully after Harry had made friends with Dudley; though Dudley was despondent on the day that Harry and Hermione took the Knight Bus to London. Petunia breathed a sigh of relief when the garish Purple Triple-Decker careened wildly out of sight.
Diagon Alley seemed darker and more subdued than the pair of young wizards recalled. Conversations were hushed, and people’s eyes darted furtively about, as if expecting to be accosted at any moment. Harry and Hermione’s breath froze in the air. At the end of the street they saw two Aurors accompanied by their patronuses and a hovering Dementor.
Quickly, Harry and Hermione departed, and took the Floo from the Leaky Cauldron to their new home at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. They were surprised to find it looking bright and cheerful, and doubly astonished to find a hot feast awaiting for them which looked as if it had arrived fresh from Hogwarts’ kitchens. But as far as Harry knew, Kreacher had been sent to work at Hogwarts by Sirius at the end of Easter, so he doubted it was his doing.
“Dobby!” Harry grinned when he spotted the contrite looking House-Elf peeking out from behind a cupboard. “Thank you. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble. Really!”
“But Harry Potter and his new wife is needing a House-Elf sir. Sirius Black’s House-Elf now works at Hogwarts, but I is wanting to work for Harry Potter sir!” Pleaded Dobby.
Harry glanced at Hermione, whose ears twitched expectantly. He wasn’t sure what the right thing to do was, but he knew he didn’t want a slave.
“Only... only if I can pay you. Is that alright Dobby?” Harry replied. Hermione’s tail flicked happily and she kissed Harry on the cheek. Dobby squeaked ecstatically.
“Yes Master Harry Potter sir! Dobby accepts Harry Potter’s gracious offer. Master Harry Potter can pays Dobby what Dobby gets from Hogwarts sir. I is already telling the Headmaster I is applying for this position Master Harry Potter sir...”
“Just call me Harry, Dobby... please. Just Harry...”
“Yes, Master Harry sir...” responded the delighted House-Elf.
Harry rolled his eyes and sighed; Hermione giggled.

~o0o~
Fortunately, the spell-damage to Number 12‘s library was minimal. But in any case, Harry and Hermione were getting quite good at performing reparo spells as their sexual exploits were magically explosive with great frequency. They tidied up the law books, and then Hermione’s tail bobbed gleefully when she opened the letter which an owl had just pushed through the letter slot.
“Harry, it’s Parvati, she says the Quidditch Cup is on August 22nd. They’ve got a campsite reserved already. She’s sent us the particulars so we can reserve a spot too.”
“Excellent.” Harry responded with a huge grin. “We’ll go a day or two early shall we, so that we can explore the area a bit?”
Hermione replied first with a kiss on the lips, before returning the grin.
“That sounds lovely Harry... Oh, and Harry?”
“Yes?”
“Happy Birthday!” Hermione planted another kiss on Harry’s lips and dragged him into the kitchen...

~o0o~
The scene at the campground couldn’t have been more different than Diagon Alley. The International Quidditch Association had threatened to pull out of Britain if the Ministry employed Dementors as security. Consequently, the wizards who had already set up camp were in a jubilant mood and the atmosphere was festive.
Hermione put the pair of omnioculars Harry had just bought for her in her handbag and looked up with a start when she heard someone squeal her name.
“Hermione, I’m so glad you’re here already.” Parvati pounced on Hermione and embraced her tightly. Parvati’s sleek black cat tail whipped out and yanked a bemused Harry into the hug too. Parvati gave them both a kiss on the cheek. “I’m very happy to see you too Harry.”
“Likewise...” Replied Harry with a grin and a blush. “Is Luna here yet?”
“Her father is dropping her off at my family’s tent tonight.” Then Parvati frowned slightly. “Mum and Dad decided to come too. I suppose they didn’t trust Padma, and Luna and me all by ourselves.”
Hermione giggled and her bushy ginger tail waved in mirth, her eyes following the annoyed wags of Parvati’s own satiny black cat tail.
“I should think not...” Hermione chortled. “Don’t worry about it though. You can come to our tent for dinner tonight if you'd like--bring Luna after she settles in.”
Harry and the trio of girls with furry cat tails and ears didn’t look out of place at all that evening as they made their way through the campground. Besides the haggling Goblin vendors, the sexy French witches wearing fake bunny ears and cottontails and very little else, the Jester flying upside down on a broomstick, and a rowdy group of drunk Leprechauns, everyone’s attention was on the aurors chasing around a naked elderly man who was muttering something about liking a, “nice ‘ealthy breeze around me privates.” The girls burst into giggles as the old wizard ran by them followed by a heavily out-of-breath auror whose name-badge read ‘Dawlish.’
Luna and Parvati gasped when they stepped into Harry and Hermione’s tent. It looked like the interior of a penthouse suite of a 5 star hotel inside. There was even a fountain in the foyer.
“I know...” said Harry, blushing slightly. He wasn’t used to such opulence. “It’s my godfather’s. He left it to me... not sure why really. He could probably do with this himself right now...”
The Patil’s had given Parvati a curfew, so she and Luna couldn’t stay too late; but they stayed for dinner. Dobby had outdone himself with a fantastic shepherd’s pie and the quartet finished the evening with a bit of snuggling and cocoa before saying goodnight.

~o0o~
Ronald Weasley had apparently discovered that girls were more interesting since Harry had seen him last. He and the twins looked like they were about to leap from the balcony into the troupe of sultry cheerleaders for the Bulgarian team which they were ogling. But then the Bulgarian seeker made a dramatic entrance on his broom, and Ronald lost all interest in the girls. It took Arthur Weasley several moments though, before he could distract Fred and George long enough to notice Viktor Krum.
“They’re Veela, boys. Their magic makes it almost impossible for males to ignore them... But be very careful if you try to date one. You do NOT want to make them angry...” Arthur was telling the twins.
Harry wasn’t having any problem ignoring the Veela at all. It was true that they were quite lovely to look at, and they didn’t have very many clothes on, but they had nothing on Hermione. She could be wearing dirty jeans and a grubby sweatshirt and still put the lot of them to shame Harry thought as he nuzzled her neck and inhaled Hermione’s fragrance. Hermione giggled; Harry’s lips were tickling her.
Luna and Parvati’s lips were similarly engaged in the seats next to them, their black and white cat tails entwined and arms around each other. Mr Patil nodded and winked at Harry when he caught his eye before leaning over to whisper in his daughter’s ear. Parvati came up for air and blushed. She and Luna hadn’t intended to put on quite such a show.
With all of the distractions, nobody noticed a House-Elf apparently sitting all by herself in the stands behind them.

~o0o~
After the match, Ron glowered jealously when Harry handed over 10 Galleons to the Weasley twins. Harry had lost his bet with them. Shockingly, they had correctly predicted that Ireland would win, but that the Bulgarian Seeker would catch the snitch. That had seemed like such an outlandish prediction Harry had felt quite safe taking it.
The Weasleys, Seamus, Luna and the Patils joined with the Potters in a big bonfire celebration outside of Harry’s tent. Parents pretended to look the other way as a little flask of Firewhiskey was surreptitiously passed among the joyful teens.
Harry was happy to see that Ron seemed completely cheerful for once... gushing endlessly about Viktor Krum’s prowess. At least he was until Ginny teased him about being in love with the youngest professional seeker in Quidditch history. Ron stormed off into the Weasley’s tent which was just the other side of the pathway. Seamus looked torn between wanting to celebrate some more with the rest of them, and going after Ron. Seamus made his decision and grabbed his butterbeer before following Ron into the tent.
It was well after midnight when Harry and Hermione finally entered their own tent and climbed into bed together in a euphoric haze, leaving a trail of clothing from the front door to the bed.
Harry’s rapid breathing quickened even more when Hermione ducked her bushy head down between his naked thighs and wrapped her soft lips around his erection. He felt her gently nibble the tip with her feline teeth, and then felt her cat-tongue swirling around it. Harry moaned in pleasure and stroked Hermione’s furry ears as her mouth worked on his penis. As he began to succumb to the sensations, Harry grasped Hermione’s head a bit tighter and thrust himself in a bit deeper.
Hermione felt Harry stiffen and she began to swallow as his sticky fluid squirted into her throat.
There was a loud boom and the whole tent shook--a wall erupted into flame. Hermione’s mouth opened to scream, releasing Harry’s still ejaculating penis. The conflagration tore through the tent as Harry dragged Hermione out of the front door. This was a very bad time to be naked.
Wizards and witches in pajamas and nighties were running and screaming as a group of about 30 wizards wearing hoods and masks shot curses from their wands at the tents of known muggleborns and half-bloods. Several of the hooded figures were holding a screaming young woman down and tearing at her clothes. Harry’s blood boiled and he was thankful to feel a wand pressed into his hand.
He remembered a spell from Snape’s potion book which Harry hadn’t asked about yet. All he knew was that it was for enemies.
“Sectumsempra,” Harry yelled, waving his wand at the man between the witch’s bare thighs. A spray of blood burst from the masked wizard’s torso; he screamed in pain and collapsed. The other two dark wizards aimed curses back at Harry but they missed by a wide margin. Hermione began shooting hexes back at them when Dobby passed her own wand to her and the masked wizards fled.
Harry spotted someone not wearing a mask standing resolutely nearby. The man pointed his wand at the sky and an ominous green cloud took shape in the form of a skull above the decimated campsite before he disapparated. A cold silence fell. Harry knew that they were surrounded by Dementors and Aurors now.
The fur on Hermione’s tail was all on end and she was trembling, vainly trying to cover her nakedness with her hands. Dirt and soot clung to Harry's stickiness on her face and hair. This was much more humiliating than being spied on by Dobby. Harry couldn’t think of any spells to make clothes. Then without even thinking at all, he just waved his wand at a partially charred blanket nearby and it flew into his shaking hands. He covered Hermione with the blanket and re-aimed his wand at the Aurors who hadn’t put theirs down yet.
“STOP!” Roared Arthur Weasley. “That’s Harry Potter you fools.”
“But who cast the Dark Mark then?” Inquired a brusque man with slick black hair and a toothbrush moustache.
“Over here Crouch... Someone’s dropped a wand.”
“I’LL take that Amos,” Arthur Weasley said. “That’s my son Ron’s wand. He must have dropped it, and whoever cast the Dark Mark must have used it before throwing it away again.”
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