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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 freezing silence in the air at Hogsmeade Station told Harry and Hermione that Dementors were very near. They settled apprehensively into one of the horseless carriages with Neville and Ginny. As the cart slowly made its way up the road to the castle a gale came up and clouds covered the face of the moon. An icy rain began to fall and Harry beckoned Hermione closer to him under his own cloak so she could keep her tail covered a bit too. But by the time they got to the castle, everyone was soaked through.
Harry and Hermione were alarmed to be pulled aside by Professor McGonagall the moment they arrived. But she quickly put their minds to rest after casting a quick drying charm over her two students.
“Well, Mr and Mrs Potter...” Professor McGonagall almost smirked, “It appears that you two have managed to find a legal way to remain in your private lodgings together for the rest of your schooling here at Hogwarts. I would have mentioned it before you left for the summer, but sometimes even a Professor can let things get away from her...”
Then Minerva’s face went red, surprising the two young wizards, who had never seen her look so embarrassed, and after a pause she continued.
“And as Professor Lupin reminded me a few weeks ago, my own experiences as a cat animagus may perhaps give me some insights which could prove useful, should you ever have any intimate ‘feline’ issues you wish to discuss Mrs Potter. I must apologise for not offering my counsel from the start...”
“I am not generally disposed to sharing things of a personal nature with my students. And after I had determined that it would be impossible for you to become an animagus yourself to shift completely into one form or another, I gave it no more thought. That was a mistake. Again, I am sorry Mrs Potter.”
Hermione felt like hugging Professor McGonagall, but she knew how uncomfortable that would make her, so she squirmed closer to Harry instead.
“Thank you Professor. I... at first I wondered why you didn’t say anything about it, but I didn’t like to ask, because I know how you feel about getting personal with students. I did work out for myself that transfiguration wouldn’t be effective in my case though, because I knew you would have mentioned it if it could be.”
Minerva still looked a bit ashamed of herself.
“Yes, well... regardless, I should have been clear with you from the beginning!”
Harry didn’t like to see Professor McGonagall looking so disconcerted.
“It’s alright Professor. A lot of bad stuff was happening last year, and the school was almost going to be shut down. I’m sure you had loads on your mind.”
Minerva looked grateful and relieved at Harry’s words. She HAD had a “load on her mind” indeed, but she hadn’t liked to use that as an excuse.
“Thank you Mr Potter. That’s very kind of you. In any case you two had best hurry along to the Great Hall. The Sorting will begin shortly.”
After the Sorting, everyone dug into the feast. Hermione picked at her food for a bit, before turning to Harry with drooping ears. She looked troubled.
“Harry, Dobby said that Kreacher had come to work here at Hogwarts. Do you think that house elves made all of this food?”
Harry’s eyebrows shot up. He hadn’t really thought about it before. But the idea that his dinner had been made by slaves began to make the roast beef and mashed potatoes in his stomach churn.
“I don’t know Hermione... I... I suppose perhaps they do though!”
“They do indeed,” proffered Nearly Headless Nick, who had been eavesdropping silently behind them. “There are well over a hundred of them.”
“But... but Dumbledore pays them right? And surely they get sick leave and paid holidays?”
Nick chortled at the hilarious notion of house-elves getting holidays.
“Of course not. They’d be very offended if anyone offered.” The ghost responded with bemusement.
Ron, who had been shoveling food into his face like there would be no tomorrow had heard the conversation from the other side of the table, and he began to guffaw, snorting mashed potato out of his nose. Hermione’s face turned livid, and Ron shut-up quickly, realising that she might not consider his laughter at the plight of house-elves, “good behaviour.” But Fred chuckled, and spoke up.
“They like it Hermione...”
“...they live to serve...” continued George.
“You KNEW!?” Gasped Hermione, her furry tail and ears quivering in outrage.
Fred and George looked at each other uncomfortably, not wanting to give up the secret of their successful parties.
“Well... yeah! But...”
Harry could see steam beginning to come out of Hermione’s ears, and he put his hand on hers.
“Hermione, why don’t we ask Dumbledore about it later. I’m not very hungry anymore either, but let’s not spoil everyone else’s dinner, alright.”
“Maybe it should be spoiled...” she muttered angrily, “slave labour.”
Neither she nor Harry ate another bite. Hermione hadn’t fussed Sirius about Kreacher, because Sirius and Lupin had preferred to do most of the household chores themselves over the Easter holidays. But Hogwarts had over a 100 slaves and that did not sit well with her at all--nor with Harry for that matter.
But after the feast, everything else was put out of their minds. Dumbledore had made his usual speech, but this year he had a bit more to say.
The Great Hall erupted noisily when it was announced that the Triwizard tournament would be occurring this year for the first time since 1792. Harry and Hermione immediately recognised Crouch and Bagman when they brought out a casket containing a rough wooden goblet. They were flanked by two aurors they also remembered from the Qudditch Final.
“It’s Mad-Eye Moody.” Ron said with surprise.
Hermione stiffened, her furry ears twitching and her nostrils flaring. She grabbed Harry’s arm.
“What’s wrong Hermione?” Asked Harry.
“I sense evil. Something’s not right. I’m not certain, but I don’t think that’s Moody, Harry. I need a good whiff to be sure.”
Dawlish and Moody gave Hermione the opportunity for a sniff when they made their way to guard the main entrance of the Great Hall and passed right behind them. As soon as they had gone by, Hermione grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him up to the Staff Table at a run, much to the shock of Bagman and Crouch who had just been about to go over the rules for entering the tournament.
“Well, to what do we owe the pleasure Mrs Potter?” Asked the headmaster, his eyes twinkling.
“Professor Dumbledore, sir,” began Hermione, her furry tail waving wildly as her breathing became more rapid, “That is NOT Alastor Moody! Harry and I met him at the World Cup and I smelled him. That is somebody completely different--he’s using a polyjuice potion.”
The twinkling in Dumbledore’s eyes vanished. He knew from the previous school-year that Mrs Potter’s abilities were indisputable. The two Aurors looked up at the commotion at the Staff Table with some disquiet. Finally, Crouch beckoned them both. Hagrid, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick joined the two Aurors at the front of the table. Crouch stared inscrutably for a moment at Moody’s spinning glass eye.
“Dawlish, arrest Moody at once. He is an imposter under the influence of a polyjuice potion.” Crouch uttered imperiously.
The False Moody was stunned beyond belief. This was impossible. How could they have discovered him? It was Potter and his wife. Somehow they knew. Desperately, he tried to make a break for it but Hagrid blocked his path and grabbed his arm.
“Yer not goin’ anywhere until you explain yerself, ‘Mad Eye,' ” Hagrid growled.
Dawlish grabbed his other arm. Flitwick and McGonagall both had their wands pointing directly at the fake Moody.
“The Dark Lord WILL have you both...” snarled the Imposter at the two unnerved young wizards who had exposed him, “...you AND your halfbreed pet, Potter!”
“That will be QUITE enough!” Crouch snapped.
The Imposter went silent for a moment, and smirked at Crouch before speaking again...
“Hello father...”
Crouch’s eyes bulged, his face paled, and his jaw dropped.
“Take him away... NOW!” Crouch Sr managed to choke out, before his knees collapsed. Professor McGonagall caught him and sat him down gently in one of the staff chairs.
Hagrid and Dawlish carried the hysterically laughing Crouch Jr out of the Great Hall past the incredulous student body of Hogwarts. Dumbledore’s eyes began to twinkle merrily again as he regarded Hermione and Harry, who were both shocked by the revelation that Moody was actually none other than the son of the man who had reintroduced the Triwizard Tournament to the modern Wizarding World.
“Well, Mr and Mrs Potter, yet again you have foiled one of Voldemort’s minions. You appear to be making quite a habit of it.”

~o0o~
“Are you planning on entering the Triwizard tournament Harry?” Parvati asked. She and Luna had accompanied the Potters back to their private chambers after the feast and the subsequent excitement was over.
“He can’t, even though he is legally of age.” Hermione replied for Harry. “The new rules say that the participants have to be either at least 16 years old, or in 6th Year...”
“Besides which, I’m really not interested.” Said Harry firmly. “I don’t care about Fame or ‘Glory.’ I’ve got more than enough of that already, thank you very much--more than I care to have. And I don’t need any money--got plenty of that too. And I don’t know enough spells even if I wanted to enter.”
“But I expect you would still win.” Luna said, her fluffy white tail flicking dreamily. “You can do stronger magic than a lot of grownup wizards Harry. And you’re very brave. Most of the grownups at the World Cup were running away from the Death Eaters instead of fighting them while naked.”
Hermione began purring with pride in her hero, and she almost squeed in delight when Harry responded to Luna.
“Well, Hermione could win too then. Because she fought them beside me--and she’s brilliant...”
Hermione rubbed her cheek against Harry’s, purring loudly, and kissed him on the lips as Parvati and Luna giggled. But even over the purring, Harry’s stomach could be heard grumbling. Hermione stopped purring and looked concerned. Luna and Parvati raised their eyebrows questioningly, wondering how anybody could still be hungry after the feast. Hermione flushed in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry Harry.” Hermione apologised, then she explained to Luna and Parvati, “He stopped eating dinner because I got upset and stopped eating mine when I found out that house-elves do all of the work at Hogwarts and don’t get paid...”
“It wasn’t just because of you, Hermione. Don’t blame yourself...” Harry interrupted, “It made me feel sick too. I know what it’s like to be treated like a house-elf--like a slave.”
Hermione gave Harry a sad little kiss on his cheek, and wrapped her bushy tail comfortingly around him. Parvati’s sleek black tail wilted a bit in shame. She had never thought of house-elves as slaves before. Luna curled her own fluffy tail around her girlfriend.
“It’s alright Parvati. Most wizards don’t know that thousands of years ago European wizards enslaved house-elves after defeating them in a long war. It’s not in most history books. I only know because Daddy did a lot of research for an article about the cruelty of wizards towards other magical creatures once.”
Hermione’s furry ears perked up. Because they had all become such close friends she hadn’t said anything before about how silly she thought the Quibbler was when she’d found out that Luna’s father published it. Perhaps the Quibbler wasn’t as ridiculous as she had thought.
“Luna, can I contact your father? I want to find out more about it and do something. It’s not fair how house-elves are treated.”
Luna looked thrilled to be asked. Her fluffy white tail whisked happily and she began purring. She had sensed that Hermione didn’t like the Quibbler, because Hermione wasn’t very good at hiding her feelings. She was usually quite blunt in fact--much like Luna herself.
“Absolutely Hermione. Maybe we should start an organisation to help them...”
“I’ve already been thinking of that," Hermione said excitedly. “We can call it the Society for the Promotion of Elvish Welfare...”
Parvati giggled.
“Hermione, that would be a horrible acronym: S.P.E.W. I think we should try and work on that...”
Hermione looked pensive for a moment before chuckling herself.
“You’re right Parvati. That wouldn’t really be very conducive to eliciting sympathy for house-elves would it!?”
Hermione was so delighted to have found so much support that she gave her husband and best friends all a big kiss on the lips. There was a lot of purring, arching and head-butting, and cheerful tail-waving, and the kisses became more heated. Hermione was the first one to pull off her school blazer, and she was snogging Luna thoroughly when she put her hands up under Luna’s blazer to squeeze her little breasts.
Harry grinned when Parvati pushed him gently back on the settee and began to undo his tie, her satiny black cat-tail dancing happily. But then he thought they really all needed a bit more room. The three teenage cat-witches and Harry eagerly shoved the little coffee table out of the way and fell in a heap on the rug.
Items of clothing began to fly out of the scrum, and soon they were all naked. Harry was stroking Parvati and Hermione’s tails as they both kissed each other vigorously. Luna waved her own tail at Harry and he began to stroke hers as Parvati and Hermione were now both entwined around each other.
The next thing he saw was Parvati’s head nestled between Hermione’s thighs, and Hermione’s between Parvati’s as they both began to hungrily lick each other’s slits and caress each other’s breasts. Luna grinned and wiggled her own bottom in Harry’s face. He pushed apart her cheeks and inserted his tongue into Luna’s vulva as she wrapped her lips around Harry’s erection.
Luna’s furless slit tasted very nice. Harry nibbled and flicked the hard little nubbin poking from its hiding place with his tongue, eliciting a throaty moan from her. Luna’s fluffy white tail whipped around wildly when he thrust two of his fingers deep inside of her, her excitement beginning to boil over. Harry was very close himself, and Luna sucked harder on his penis.
Harry heard Hermione lose herself to Parvati and yowl in ecstasy. That was enough to finish him and he exploded into Luna’s expectant throat. He unloaded volley after volley of his stickiness into Luna’s tummy before she released him wetly from her mouth as she meowed and climaxed herself, squirting her own fluids onto Harry’s tongue and face.
Harry was so elated that he was still as hard as a rock. He pushed apart Hermione’s thighs and thrust his penis inside of her moistness. Harry pistoned into her body, her tight labia clinging to his erection as Luna sucked and teased Hermione’s nipples while Parvati’s tongue danced with Hermione’s, and she began to lose herself into a delirium. Waves of bliss shuddered through Hermione and she orgasmed again and again as Harry flooded her interior with his viscous essence.
The four young wizards collapsed and passed out together in sweaty, sticky pile on the sitting room rug. Half an hour later they all came to and began again, squealing and meowing loudly in rapturous glee. Hermione enervated Harry’s testicles with her wand so that he would have enough to go around.
It was very late that first rainy night back at Hogwarts when two very satisfied and very semen filled young cat-witches stealthily crept back to their respective dormitories.
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