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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 Patil’s tent was undamaged, and they had kindly found some clothes for Hermione and Harry to wear while Arthur Weasley conferred soberly with Mr and Mrs Patil and a grizzled Auror with numerous scars and a false eye. Harry interrupted them when he and Hermione were all cleaned up and ready to go.
“Thanks for the clothes Mr and Mrs Patil, and thank you Mr Weasley. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t showed up. Hermione and I could’ve been arrested...”
“No thanks necessary Harry.” Mr Weasley responded with a concerned expression. “Thank YOU! Thank you both for your courage. Not many grownups would have stayed around to fight in your... erm... condition.” Mr Weasley looked briefly embarrassed for the young couple. “A very grateful young woman is unharmed thanks to you two.”
Harry fidgeted. He was happy that he and Hermione had saved the girl from a gang rape--or worse, but he still felt bad about using such a gory spell. The dark wizard had survived thankfully, so at least he didn’t have that on his conscience. Mr Patil could see the guilt in Harry’s eyes and was moved to reassure him.
“I don’t know how you managed that spell Harry; it was very advanced for an improvised curse. Many adult wizards couldn’t have managed it. But be very glad that you did. Death Eaters won’t be slowed down by a few jinxes or minor hexes...”
“He’s right Potter.” Growled the intimidating auror with a mangled face, his glass eye spinning wildly. “That was an impressive bit of magic--and being who you are, you’ll need it.”
“Harry, this is Alastor Moody.” Mr Weasley said by way of introduction. “He’s very close to the... er, he’s a friend of mine and Dumbledore’s, and your father knew him very well.”
“Erm... th... thanks.” Harry stammered anxiously and Hermione put her arm around him. He shook Moody’s hand, “Nice to meet you sir.”
“I expect I’ll be seeing you again soon Potter. Stay sharp.” Hermione’s nervously twitching tail caught Moody’s eye, “And look after this one. She’ll be in as much danger as you now...” Moody looked meaningfully at Mr Patil. “And that goes for your girl and the Lovegood girl too. Constant Vigilance.” He concluded with a bark.

~o0o~
Harry and Hermione squeezed past the other students in the narrow corridors of the Hogwarts Express, looking for an empty compartment. The passage was suddenly blocked by Draco, flanked by his gorilla shaped mates, Crabbe and Goyle. Harry angrily made for his wand and pushed Hermione behind himself.
“Watch it Potter!” Draco spat. “Your halfbreed pussy is on a very short list...”
“You might want to be careful how you talk to Potter, Draco...” said a cool voice from behind Malfoy, startling everyone before Harry had a chance to retort. Draco whirled around to face the tall dark complexioned boy speaking. Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“What do you mean by this Blaise? I thought we were friends. You’re not turning into a Blood Traitor are you?” Draco sneered.
Blaise Zabini smirked at Draco’s consternation.
“You should know better than that Draco. I’m just pointing out that it was Potter who put Nott’s father in St Mungo’s--probably until Christmas.”
The blood drained from Draco’s already pale face as he turned back towards Harry and Hermione. He looked terrified. Goyle and Crabbe had already backed up several steps at the news, their own faces etched with fear. Then Draco and his bodyguards fled down the hallway as Zabini laughed. Zabini gave Harry a sly look.
“I’M not afraid of you Potter,” he sneered. Then he elbowed the flabbergasted Harry in the stomach and pushed past him down the corridor in the opposite direction.
Hermione gripped Harry’s arm tightly as they continued on their own way. They both nearly jumped out of their skin when a compartment door suddenly opened with a clatter as they walked by.
“Ronald!” Hermione declared vehemently, her furry tail bristling. “What do YOU want?”
Harry just stared coldly at the youngest Weasley boy.
“I... I wanted to apologise t’ you for being such a git last year.” Ron mumbled. “I... I want to be friends again. I’m sorry!”
Harry relaxed visibly, but Hermione still clutched Harry’s arm with a firm grip as her tail wagged angrily. She scowled at Ron, then after a moment her features softened.
“We’ll see Ronald. I’m still cross, but if you behave, Harry and I might like that...” She glanced at Harry and he nodded with a slight smile.
“What Hermione said...” Harry asserted. “If you’re nice to her, I’d like to be friends again too.”
Ron’s face beamed.
“Th... thanks you two. I swear, I won’t be mean to you anymore Hermione.” Then Ron’s ears turned pink and he turned to sit back down with Seamus and Dean.
Harry and Hermione continued down the hallway when they heard a girl’s voice calling Harry’s name. It was another Weasley with a face as red as her hair, and tears streaming down her cheeks. Hermione looked distraught.
“What’s the matter Ginny?” She asked with concern. She didn’t know the younger girl very well, as she had only seen her at mealtimes and occasionally in the Common Room during second year, until the World Cup.
“I... I’m s... sorry about the snake.” Ginny sobbed. “I g... got Harry in trouble last year when everyone thought he was the... the heir of Slytherin.”
Harry’s heart nearly broke to see the little girl crying so hard and without thinking he hugged Ginny.
“It wasn’t your fault Ginny.” Harry said. “Nobody blamed you, at least not Hermione or me.”
Hermione put her arms around the sobbing girl too, and the three of them entered the last empty compartment.
“Harry’s right Ginny. We all know it was Voldemort and that horrible Mr Malfoy who did it to you...”
“Is that why you avoided us the rest of the year?” Harry asked as they all sat down together. “You thought we blamed you?”
Ginny nodded and hiccuped as she sniffed.
“I... I thought you’d hate me forever. And I couldn’t bear it. And... and I was jealous of you being with Hermione.” She admitted ruefully, turning her face away, mumbling, “I’m sorry. I know you’re married now--b...but I thought you should know.”
Hermione hugged the younger girl and kissed her on the cheek, her own eyes tearing slightly.
“It’s alright Ginny. Harry’s very nice; I don’t blame you for liking him. Thanks for being honest.”
Harry blushed furiously as the two girls both looked at him with adoration in their eyes. They were jarred out of the moment by a timid knock on the door. Harry let Neville into the compartment. He peered anxiously at everyone.
“Is it alright if I sit with you? It’s just everywhere else is full--nobody will let me in.”
Harry’s face darkened and Neville glumly turned to leave, as he thought about throwing himself under the wheels of the train.
“Neville, wait, where are you going?” Asked a bewildered Harry.
“You don’t want me here either.” Neville replied sadly.
“What?” Harry suddenly realised that his expression must have given Neville the wrong idea. He forced his face into a smile which looked more like a grimace. “No. That’s not true... not true at all. You’re welcome to join us--please! I... I’m just upset FOR you, that’s all--Really!”
“Are... are you sure?” Neville pleaded, hardly daring to hope.
“Yes he is.” Ginny said fiercely. “We ALL are. Come and sit next to me Neville.”

~o0o~
The mangy looking rodent scurried along the pathway through the abandoned graveyard and up the hill to the equally decrepit manor, keeping a sharp eye out for hawks and cats. It appeared uninhabited, but appearances could be deceiving. He darted into the letter-slot and morphed into an equally mangy human. He stumped up the stairs and ignored the enormous snake curled up at the top.
“Where have you been Wormtail?” Queried a high cold voice. “What took you so long?”
“I... I’m sorry my Lord.” Groveled the Rat. “But I have good news--he will be here soon. Your most loyal supporter. I found him at the World Cup my Lord.”
“Good, good... then it can be done as I had hoped. How soon? I need him at Hogwarts when term starts.”
“Tomorrow morning.” Wormtail breathed a sigh of relief. He would not be tortured for any mistakes today.
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