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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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Luna gave Hermione a hug and kissed her on the cheek.
“Thank you for the pretty undergarments Hermione! You were right, Canary Yellow is my favourite colour. I can’t say that I didn’t want to join you the other night, but I was in the middle of a gripping book...” Luna blushed uncharacteristically and stammered, “...and...and I thought maybe it would be a bit easier for Harry actually. It’s a bit much to expect one boy to satisfy 3 girls at once. He’s only got two hands and one penis...”
Harry didn’t mean to overhear the conversation, but there it was. He couldn’t help it, as he was standing just outside the door of the herbology greenhouse where Hermione had found Luna as she tended some venomous tentacula for her homework late Tuesday afternoon. Harry began to wonder just how much a boy with metamorph abilities might be able handle in the future. But that idea seemed a bit mad--still, Luna seemed fond of mad things. If he got good enough, maybe he could give it a go.
“Oh, that’s a very good point Luna. That’s very sweet of you to consider Harry’s stamina,” Hermione responded thoughtfully, “...well, we’ll think of something Luna. Please join us next time. We don’t want to leave you out. You’re our best friend too.”
“Alright Hermione. I will then. Thank you! I love you both very much...”
Hermione gave Luna a hug and kissed her on the lips before departing the greenhouse and rejoining Harry.

~o0o~
The big black dog trotted through the streets of Hogsmeade as evening fell. It stopped every so often, sniffing the cool air and peering around cautiously. He sauntered over to the grotty looking pub with paint peeling from the walls and dingy windows, and scratched at the door.
“Bloody hound, you’re late,” Aberforth grumbled as he opened the door to let Sirius in. Albus, Minerva, Remus, Severus, Poppy, and Arthur Weasley were already present and seated around a grimy long table nursing drinks.
The dog shook himself into a human, and stood up with a grimace.
“Good to see you cheery as always Aberforth,” retorted Sirius.
Albus’s eyes twinkled at the exchange, but then his features turned grave when Sirius took his seat and the meeting began.
“As you are all well aware, we have problems...”
Minerva snorted.
“That’s quite the understatement...”
“Yes, quite...” Dumbledore replied calmly. “We now face war on two fronts, and the new Minister appears to have found a way to get her foot in the door at Hogwarts. And unfortunately, there is little I can do about it. I have pressed hard against Bartemius, but he refuses to budge, and I have no authority to prevent the Triwizard tournament from happening.”
“It was always a longshot...” sighed Remus. “He will no doubt do whatever the new Minister tells him to do.”
“Very true,” Arthur confirmed, “His already shaky position at the Ministry has been further eroded by the exposure of his son...”
Poppy’s face was crestfallen.
“So is there nothing we can do then? Children’s lives are being put in danger. People die in these tournaments Albus.”
Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses, and massaged the bridge of his nose, feeling very much as old as he looked...

~o0o~
Harry practiced every chance he got, and he progressed much faster than even Tonks thought possible. Hermione was loathe to admonish Harry though, because technically, Harry was still following instructions. Tonks hadn’t said anything about sticking to one colour. When Hermione saw that Harry could turn his fingernails into all the colours of the rainbow by Friday, she even encouraged him to go a bit further over the weekend.
Tonks was shocked that Monday evening when Harry took off his shoes and socks, and before her eyes, all of Harry’s fingernails and toenails turned into all colours of the rainbow in the space of 3 seconds.
“Right... er... Well Done Harry! That’s brilliant... I’ve never ‘eard of anyone progressin’ so quickly.” Tonks recovered slightly and moved on.
“Okay then, next is to try changing the colour of your hair, and then doing your fingernails and hair together all at once.”
By the end of the lesson, Harry was as blond as Malfoy. Hermione couldn’t stop giggling as she ran her hands through his platinum moptop.
“You’ll need to do your eyebrows too Harry...”

~o0o~
The boarded up windows of the deteriorating manor did little to muffle the screams of pain and terror from within. But it was far enough from the village of Little Hangleton that only those brave enough to pass through the abandoned and overgrown graveyard would hear them. A wretched man with Rat-like features writhed in agony on the floor.
“Master... please! I beg you... It wasn’t my fault.”
“Beg a little harder Wormtail, and maybe I’ll forgive you.”
Purple lightning arced from the red-grey oozing homonculous swaddled in black robes on the threadbare armchair and more shrieks of torment echoed through the once stately home. The foul stinking creature tortured Wormtail three more times before letting up. It waited several minutes for the Rat’s sobbing to subside.
“Enough, you miserable fool! Get up... Without an agent at Hogwarts I have no means to take Harry Potter’s blood for my own. What of Lucius?”
“H...He is in Azkaban already for attacking the boy in front of Cornelius Fudge My Lord.”
Voldemort cursed that he would have such incompetents among his followers.
“What of Nott?”
“The boy--he put him in St Mungo’s with a dark curse at the Quidditch Cup...”
“And what of the new Minister, she is one of us is she not?”
“My Lord, she is, but rumour among the Death Eaters who remain at large is that the new Minister has her own agenda, and means to keep the Ministry to herself. And no other Death Eaters will move against her. They believe you to be dead My Lord... and... and my word alone will not be enough to convince them to go against Dumbledore to bring the boy to you.”
The Dark Lord cursed again. He was not at full power and was not prepared to fight a war on two fronts. And he now had nobody to bring him Potter. It would have to be done without the boy, and that meant he would be just as vulnerable to the protection charms cast by the boy’s mother in her last breaths as he had been before.

~o0o~
Tears rolled down Hermione’s flushed cheeks and dripped into her porridge when she opened Friday’s post during breakfast. She had received a card with some money from her mother, and a promise to visit, but as Jean Granger was still staying with her sister in Glasgow, there was nothing from her father.
Harry didn’t really know what to do. He’d had a little get together planned with Luna and Parvati for Hermione, but it didn’t seem so appropriate under the circumstances. He put Luna and Parvati off, and decided he just wanted to share Hermione’s 14th birthday alone with her.

~o0o~
Crouch Jr had been interrogated again under Veritaserum, and yet again under Dolores’s personal ministrations. Crouch Jr’s head lolled to the side, his eyes void of life. The blood loss from Dolores’s own methods of questioning had drained him and he had died slowly. Unfortunate, but no loss Minister Umbridge decided. His mind had apparently been wiped of all knowledge of Voldemort’s actual hiding place.
She nodded to Rookwood, and he tossed the pale corpse of Crouch Jr through the veil. Minister Dolores Umbridge had managed to get Augustus Rookwood released by claiming that he had been a Ministry Spy--and now he was one of Hers.
Dolores had wanted Lucius. But Amelia Bones had denied Minister Umbridge’s request for his release, saying that the evidence against him was incontrovertible as Fudge had insisted that he be questioned under the influence of Veritaserum after attempting to curse Harry Potter at Hogwarts.
If Voldemort had truly returned to Britain, he would no doubt eventually try to get his followers back, and Umbridge needed to put a dent in his ranks. Every servant of his she could recruit to her own side, would be one less for him, and an asset in her bid to consolidate her power. Rookwood’s next task would be to recruit the Carrows, who had managed to lie and bribe their way out of Azkaban.
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