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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242840 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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After their shower together, Harry and Hermione dressed and went to look for Parvati so that they could all switch from Divination to Arithmancy. They found her in the Gryffindor common room and the three of them made their way to Professor McGonagall’s office.
“I was hoping to see you two...” began Professor McGonagall, then she raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, Miss Patil, hello. I can’t say I was expecting to see you as well.”
“Hello Professor...” Parvati smiled anxiously, and her tail twitched nervously. Hermione jumped in to save her.
“We all came because we want to switch from Divination to Arithmancy.” Hermione stated quickly, “We’ve decided its silly and...”
Minerva McGonagall held up her hand and Hermione stopped talking immediately.
“Let me guess,” Minerva sighed, “Professor Trelawney predicted that Mr Potter would die a gruesome and horrible death!”
“How did you know?” Hermione gasped.
“Professor Trelawney is very fond of making dubious death ‘prophecies.’ ” McGonagall snorted, uncharacteristically displaying disdain for a colleague. “It does not surprise me that she chose Mr Potter as her foil this year. I cannot say that I myself place much faith in Divination, but I prefer not to cast aspersions... Suffice it to say that I give all three of you permission to switch to Professor Vector’s class.”
“Hang on!” Harry interrupted, “Why were you hoping to see Hermione and me?”
“Because I have a stack of letters from Mrs Potter’s parents which they had sent here over the summer. Mr Filch brought them to me an hour ago. Apparently they didn't know how to reach you...”
Professor McGonagall arched an eyebrow questioningly. Parvati turned to look at Hermione, and Hermione flushed crimson in embarrassment, but there was a flash of anger in her eyes.
“I don’t want them!” Hermione said stiffly, her ginger tail wagging crossly.
But Harry put out his hand to take them, and Hermione gave him a quick glare, before her expression turned to guilt. Harry put his arm around her.
“It’s alright Hermione. We’ll look at them together okay!?” Harry said quietly. Hermione didn’t respond, her eyes cast down, then she nodded briefly.
With their new class schedules, and the stack of letters, Harry and Hermione made their way back to their quarters. Parvati had wanted to follow to make sure that Hermione would be alright, but Harry shook his head. He knew that this was hard enough for his wife.
“I’ll send Dobby to find you if I need you, alright Parvati!?”
Parvati nodded, her furry ears and tail wilting slightly, then she turned around and went to look for Luna.
Tears rolled down Hermione’s cheeks as she read the letters. They were all written by her mum, begging her to come home, and wondering why she hadn’t written since. Unfortunately, Hermione’s father was as adamant as ever in his refusal to have her back unless she had the surgery and left Hogwarts. But Mrs Granger grew more and more desperate just to see her daughter with each letter.
The last one, written just before the end of summer wrenched a huge sob from Hermione, and her furry ears drooped miserably. Harry had has arm around her, and he squeezed closer to peer at the letter, which was covered in Mrs Granger’s splotchy tear stains .
Dear Hermione,
I miss you so much. I’m so sorry about your father’s recalcitrance. I wish he wasn’t so bullheaded. While I agree with his concerns, I would rather have you as you are than not at all. I love you very much, and I just want to see you again and make sure you’re alright. And I hope Harry is looking after you. It was cruel of me to have suggested for you to stop being his friend.
Please write back. I’d like to come and see you--without your father. I’ll come to Hogwarts if I have to.
I love you

Mum
Harry held his wife as she wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his chest. He kissed her head, and gently stroked her bushy hair and furry ears
“You have to write back Hermione. Your mum needs to know... she needs to know that you’re alright--that we’re married. And... and I think we should invite her to visit.”
Hermione nodded, and after a few minutes her crying ebbed. She released Harry and wiped her tears. Picking up a quill and a bit of parchment, she began to write.
Dear Mum,
I’m sorry I haven’t written back. I was just so angry I couldn’t bear to. It wasn’t just that you and Daddy didn’t want me as I am now, or that you wanted to pull me out of Hogwarts. That was awful enough. It was also because Harry is my best friend. And you knew I’d never really had any before.
I’ve made a few others since, but at the time Harry was the only person that I knew well who’d accepted me without reserve, and you’d asked me to give up his friendship--after you found out how cruelly his Uncle had treated him. That just finished me.
I love Harry very, VERY much. I know this will sound mad to you--and you probably shouldn’t tell Daddy yet--but Harry and I got married last Easter. We’re allowed, because we’ve been emancipated for reasons best explained in person.
I do miss you too--and Daddy. But given his obstinance, I agree that it’s best for you to come and visit us at Hogwarts. I’m certain the Headmaster won’t mind if you come up this weekend. I’d suggest meeting in the village nearby; it’s very lovely. But for other reasons best explained in person, it’s probably better that we meet at school.
Send the owl back with your reply straightaway, so that we can book you a ticket for the train as soon as possible.
I love you Mum

Hermione
A few stray tears glistened in Hermione’s lashes as she put the letter in an envelope and sealed it. But she felt a bit better now. She picked up her quill again, and another piece of parchment, and penned a letter to Mr Lovegood. Once finished, she and Harry left their chambers and made their way to the owlery.

~o0o~
Harry had been right. Arithmancy was extremely difficult. And it didn’t help that Professor Vector was extremely strict--making Professor McGonagall appear cuddly in comparison. But she wasn’t harassing Harry about his imminent death, nor going out of her way to torment him as Professor Snape had for a year and a half, so he supposed that was something.
Harry and Hermione ate lunch in the Great Hall with the rest of the students as it was pouring again outside. The billowing clouds in the enchanted ceiling lit up with flashes of lightning. Harry made to wave at Tonks who was guarding the entrance with Dawlish, but Hermione pushed his hand down and Tonks just winked.
“We have to be careful Harry.” Hermione whispered. “We can’t give Auror Dawlish the impression that she’s more than just keeping an eye on things. He might get suspicious and report her to the Ministry.”
“Oh, yeah! I suppose you’re right Hermione. That’s a shame. I wouldn’t have minded having lunch with her again.”
Hermione grinned, and her tail waved merrily.
“She is adorable isn’t she! But she only likes girls and she’s too old for you...”
Harry chortled in response.
“No Hermione! She’s a laugh and a half--all those faces she can make--and I can’t wait to start practicing to be a metamorph. But yeah... I suppose she is rather cute!”
Hermione giggled and ruffled Harry’s hair. Then she whispered in his ear.
“Well maybe in a year or two, and after you’ve got good enough at being a metamorphmagus, you can turn into a girl and we’ll all have a bit of fun together...”
Harry turned scarlet and shoved a spoonful of mashed potato into his mouth so he didn’t have to respond. But he had to admit, the idea was turning him on.

~o0o~
Care of Magical Creatures was a disaster. There was no help for it. They had to attend, even in the stormy weather, and the students all got drenched. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Hagrid had some rather ugly looking little creatures which looked like a cross between a crab and a scorpion without shells. Apparently they were just hatchlings, but that didn’t stop them from being rather painful to work with.
The males had stingers, and the females had suckers with prickles, and they would occasionally emit hot sparks. But the lesson wasn’t all bad. Several females managed to latch themselves onto Malfoy’s face and he had to be sent up to the hospital wing after Hagrid removed them.
Most of the class, even his fellow Slytherins had a jolly good laugh when they saw Draco’s face emblazoned with blistering hickeys. And even Hermione’s tail twitched in mirth as she smirked. The creatures were too small to have done any real harm--and she thought he rather deserved it for trying to attack them both the previous day.

~o0o~
A very wet and cross Hedwig dropped a soggy envelope in Hermione’s soup at dinner before giving Harry a peck for allowing Hermione to send her off with an urgent request to bring the reply back as quick as she could despite the ugly weather conditions. Harry apologised and gave her a dinner roll. Hedwig huffed a bit before finally accepting, and flying off to the owlery to groom herself and get some sleep.
After dinner Harry and Hermione retired early to their quarters. Thankfully, Mrs Granger had used a waterproof ink in her return letter, and when it was dry, the young wizard couple read it hopefully.
Dear Hermione,
I’m thrilled that you finally replied. And even though I can’t pretend that I’m not shocked that you’re married now--at your age--I couldn’t be happier that you’ve found someone as kind as Harry to be with. I hope he’ll always treat you kindly. And I do hope wizards have good contraceptives.
I’m too young to be a grandmother, and it’s really not a good idea to have children while you’re still in school yourselves. You’re right. I’ll have to keep this from your father for now. But I don’t know how long I can manage to keep quiet. I’m waiting for him to realise that his daughter is more important than our practice. And I’m hopeful he’ll come round soon.
In the meantime, I’m delighted to come and see you this weekend, and meet your husband properly. I never got a chance to say hello that day in the bookshop when your friend Ron’s father got into the fight with that horrid man. I told your father that I’m coming to Scotland to see your Auntie Joanne for a few days.
Which is half-true actually. She’s just had a little boy, but she’s all alone at the moment and without a job. So she could do with a bit of support. I’ll be staying with her and helping her settle into her new flat. I can’t wait to see you.
I love you

Mum
Even Harry couldn’t stop tears of joy leaking from the corners of his eyes. He squeezed Hermione tightly and gave her lots of kisses all over her own happy tear-streaked face.
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