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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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After lunch on Sunday, Harry and Hermione walked her mother into Hogsmeade to the train station. The train to Glasgow where Mrs Granger’s sister had just rented a small flat was leaving at 1:30 pm, and the three of them were accompanied by Auror-in-training Tonks, whose hair was a vivid emerald green today.
The sun beat down upon them, and they were all quite hot and sweaty by the time they got there, as Autumn had turned warm again. There wasn’t a Dementor in sight and Auror-in-training Tonks seemed much more relaxed while the two students dawdled for half an hour with Mrs Granger waiting for the train to arrive.
Tonks made them all giggle by demonstrating some of her favourite faces--including a duck bill and a pig snout. They all burst into gales of laughter when the young Auror-in-training sprouted a long white beard, a bulbous nose, and did an eerily realistic impression of the Headmaster. By the time the train arrived, Jean Granger was in stitches.
Mrs Granger gave Hermione a huge hug, then she embraced Harry warmly and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Look after Hermione, Harry. I’ll miss you very much too.”
For the first time in his life, Harry didn’t flinch from the touch of an adult, and he wished that Mrs Granger didn’t have to leave so soon. He wondered if this was what having a mother felt like, and it saddened him that her husband had come over all Dursleyish.
“Bye Mrs Granger. You should come and visit again.”
Mrs Granger wanted to tell Harry to call her Jean, but she suspected that would make him feel uncomfortable. She smiled lovingly at him.
“I will indeed Harry.” Then Mrs Granger gave Hermione another hug and kissed her good-bye before clambering on the train.
“Bye Mum!” Hermione shouted, and she waved madly, her furry tail bouncing, as the train began to chuff and clatter on its way. Harry grinned and waved too as Jean Granger waved back from the window of the carriage. They kept at it until the train rounded the village and passed out of sight beyond the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.
“Well, you two...” Tonks began, “It’s too nice to waste the afternoon hangin’ about Hogwarts. Why don’t we have a lark around town for a bit? Seein’ as I’m here with you...”
Tonks had been feeling cooped up at Hogwarts and wanted a bit of fun without Dawlish or any other Aurors around. So she peered hopefully at the two young wizards. Harry grinned and Hermione looked thrilled.
“Is there a bookshop?” Hermione asked, her bushy tail whisking excitedly. Harry laughed, but in truth, he was very interested in having a look around one too.
“Oh yeah, Tomes and Scrolls, you’ll love it,” Tonks replied. “Let’s stop by Honeyduke’s Ice Cream Kiosk first though. It’s bloomin’ hot out here today.”
The three of them wandered around the village eating their ice creams then washed up in the bathrooms at the Three Broomsticks before going to the book store. Tonks began reading the comic books near the front of the shop while Hermione dragged Harry back to the history and politics section.
“I got a reply from Mr Lovegood last night Harry. He sent me his article and recommended some good, but hard to find books on the history of house-elves and wizard laws in relation to other magical beings. Fortunately it looks like they have them in stock.”
“Excellent! Here, bung them in the basket then, Hermione,” Harry responded, as she pulled from the shelves several of the books which she had already spotted.
While Hermione was busy finding the recommended books, Harry explored a bit more. He found a book on Asian monsters and magical creatures which looked really interesting and had a 17-and-over warning on the cover, and he popped it in the basket. He was browsing through the children’s section, wondering what wizard fairy tales might be like, and The Tales of Beedle the Bard caught his eye. It looked like just what he was looking for and he dropped it in the basket too.
When they were finished, Harry paid for all of the books despite Hermione’s protests that she had some money too. Harry whispered in her furry ear some other ideas for what she might like to spend it on and she blushed. Harry had to let the shopkeeper put his wand on the scale before he could purchase the book on Asian monsters.
"Emancipated at your age!?" muttered the shopkeeper. He shook his head and bagged it with the other books.
They left after the shopkeeper bagged Tonks’s rather large pile of comic books. Harry was surprised to see that most of them were muggle comic books. Tonks’s favourites seemed to be Spiderman, the X-men, and Kick Ass.
“Oh, yeah...” Tonks began to explain, seeing Harry’s puzzled expression, “Muggle comics ‘ave become very popular among wizard kids actually. Especially the superhero ones. So you’ll find ‘em in most wizard bookstores.”
Hermione tried to hide a giggle. But Tonks caught her and laughed.
“You can’t ever be too old for fun Hermione.”
They passed the headquarters of the Wizarding Wireless Network on the way to Zonko’s joke shop. Tonks went a little bonkers in there, and by the time they left she had a large bag of pranks, toys, and games.
“Don’t you dare tell Filch I’ve got these...” she said with a mock glare, and the two wizard students both chortled at the idea of an Auror-in-training with a bagful of toys forbidden at Hogwarts.
Harry stopped for a browse in the sports-shop, Spintwitches, when Hermione dragged Tonks into a specialty clothing shop called Dezzie’s Delicates. Harry remembered how Ron had been looking longingly at the Omnioculars that Harry and Hermione had at the World Cup, and thought he might like a pair for Christmas.
He had taken his time looking at the Quidditch gear, and when Harry emerged from the shop with his purchase, Tonks and Hermione were already waiting for him and giggling. Hermione gripped the bag from Dezzie’s Delicates tightly and reddened, her furry tail and ears twitching with embarrassment.
The young wizards and their escort-who-looked-more-like-a-student-than-she-should-have finished the afternoon at Honeyduke’s Sweetshop, and Harry left the shop with a rather large assortment of goodies to share with Ron, Dean, Neville, and Seamus. They had a bit much to carry all the way to the castle, so Tonks hired a horse and cart ride to take them back.
Tonks helped Harry and Hermione lug everything to their quarters, and then arranged to begin training Harry how to use his metamorph abilities on Monday evenings after dinner.
“...but I’m not sure where we should train,” Tonks admitted glumly. “We can’t let anyone from the Ministry know that I’m doing it. I ‘aven’t even told Dumbledore. Only Sirius knows...”
Hermione looked thoughtful, and then her face brightened.
“I know where we should train,” she said eagerly, “There’s an abandoned classroom on the second floor that Harry and I found last year.”
“We?” Harry said, his eyebrows raised, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Hermione flushed, then she gave him The Look.
“You don’t think I would miss learning something, just because I can’t do it myself, do you?” she responded a bit haughtily.
Harry turned pink himself, and looked chastened.
“No... Of course not! Sorry Hermione, I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course we’re taking all of our lessons together.” Then Harry addressed Tonks, “You’d better meet us here tomorrow after dinner. We’ll have to find the room again before we can show you where it is.”
“Right then! Sounds lovely,” Tonks said with a grin, “And speaking of dinner, it looks like I’d better go get myself cleaned up. We’ve got about half an hour.”

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Harry and Hermione followed the rest of the Gryffindors back to the common room after the feast, carrying the Honeyduke’s sweet-bag. Harry beckoned Parvati and the Gryffindor third-year boys over to the table and tipped the bag out. Ron and Seamus’s eyes nearly popped out of their heads at the sight.
“Wicked!” Ron grinned, “I wondered where you two were. It was just me and Seamus against Fred and George this afternoon and they murdered us.”
“Thanks Harry,” said Neville as he unwrapped a chocolate frog.
Parvati took a Sugar Mouse and a few Sherbert Lemons. “Ta, Harry!” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Dean and Seamus thanked Harry too, and the pile of sweets gradually diminished as they all cheerfully played a game of Exploding Snap. Harry glanced at Hermione and Parvati who were giggling and eating a few sweets by the fireplace, their cat tails both flicking merrily. They spotted Harry looking and both blushed before looking away with huge grins on their faces.
It was almost 10 pm and all that was left on the table was a pile of wrappers. Harry peered around the Gryffindor common room, but could no longer see Hermione or Parvati. Then he spotted Ginny, who had kidnapped Neville from the sugar scrum an hour ago. She came up from a snog, leaving a very dazed looking Neville slumped on the sofa. She smirked at Harry.
“I think Parvati walked Hermione back to your private rooms about 5 minutes ago Harry.”
“Oh... er... right! Thanks, Ginny. G’night then!”
Harry strolled back to his chambers much more casually than he felt, wondering if Hermione had gone to bed. It had been quite a long day for the both of them, and he was quite exhausted himself.
He opened the door to the Potter’s private chambers and his jaw dropped. He’d only been joking when he’d whispered in Hermione’s ear at the bookshop.
And it looked like sleep was the last thing on Hermione and Parvati’s mind...
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