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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 243367 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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September passed into October, and Harry had managed to change hair, nail, and skin colour by the first of the month. He began the next metamorph lesson looking like a cross between Dean and Malfoy, and he had Lavender’s sparkly fingernails. As Halloween approached, Tonks began to teach Harry how to control hair length, change the size of his teeth, and alter the shape of his nose, as he was picking it all up very quickly.
The school was abuzz with gossip because soon the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons would be arriving to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Teachers appeared a bit on edge and admonished students to be on their best behaviour and improve their skills.
Professor Binns droned endlessly about Goblin uprisings while Harry and Hermione surreptitiously read books about the history of Elf enslavement during class, both already having had quite their fill of reading about the numerous Goblin/Wizard wars. Goblins could apparently look after themselves quite well enough, and were the only magical beings in Britain with a more or less equal status to Wizards.
Harry was improving rapidly in Arithmancy. Though it was clear that he would never be Hermione, he was achieving satisfactory marks on his assignments. Runes classes were fascinating. The ancient Norse script was apparently much more than a written form of language and had many magical uses which supplanted the need for wands. They were quite good for things like personal protection charms and very effective at warding homes. Harry thought they had a lot of practical application for Defensive Magic.
Neville had shown a marked improvement in Transfigurations since Ginny Weasley had become his girlfriend. His pincushion wriggled and turned into a rather adorable little hedgehog.
“Nicely done Longbottom. Five points to Gryffindor...” Professor McGonagall almost looked pleased, and thought that perhaps her friend Augusta needed to be set straight about a few things.
Hermione’s bushy tail flicked happily.
“Oh very good Neville. Well done!”
“Thanks Hermione. I couldn’t have done it without your help though.”
“That’s brilliant Nev,” Harry remarked enviously, “Wish mine looked a bit better. It looks more like a piglet with quills.”
“Practice makes perfect Harry!” Hermione responded in her 'schoolteacher' tone.
Harry whispered something in Hermione’s furry ear about what he’d like to practice. She blushed and emitted a little giggle. Parvati’s satiny tail swished with mirth. Her own furry ears had detected every word Harry had whispered in Hermione’s.
Seamus and Ron were sent to the hospital wing when Seamus’s hedgehog exploded and they both ended up with a faceful of quills. Hermione winced, and was glad that transfigured objects weren’t really living creatures.
Things didn’t improve much for Seamus and Ron in Potions. Snape sneered disapprovingly at their concoctions and deducted 5 points apiece from Gryffindor. Only Harry, Hermione, and Malfoy received top marks for the day, and Professor Snape warned the class to study harder on their antidotes, implying darkly that someone might require them before Christmas.
Even Harry was distressed by Hagrid’s classes. The Skrewts had developed shells and were growing larger by the day. Everybody was receiving ointments for their numerous nicks and minor burns from a fuming Madam Pomfrey. The only good thing about Hagrid’s classes was that the female Skrewts continued to painfully favour Draco Malfoy with their suckers. He'd had to be sent to the infirmary after one had latched firmly onto his privates.
Hermione was pleased that Harry had finally managed to perform the summoning charm in Flitwick’s lessons after she had patiently corrected his pronunciation and wand movements for the umpteenth time.
“It may be based in Latin, Harry,” Hermione sighed, “ but for some reason the English pronunciation is more like the double c in Italian names like Puccini: A-chi-o, but with the accent on the first syllable.”
“But shouldn’t it be more like words like ‘accident’ or ‘succinct’?” Harry asked in exasperation.
“Yes it should Harry. Whoever made up this spell obviously thought it sounded better this way.”
Classes let out early on October 30th for the arrival of the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. As students looked on in amazement a massive blue carriage bigger than two Knight Busses put together swept through the sky pulled by flying palomino horses the size of small elephants. It swooped down and lit delicately upon the lawn.
An enormous but rather striking woman in a powder blue cloak stepped out of the carriage and she bent over for Dumbledore to welcome her with a peck on each cheek as his eyes twinkled merrily.
“Eet ees vairy good to see you again my dear Dumbley,” the woman greeted warmly.
“Likewise, Madame Maxime,” Dumbledore chuckled at her endearment.
She was followed by a number of students, boys and girls, who peered around the Hogwarts grounds with their noses in the air. Madame Maxime looked embarrassed and clapped her hands once to get their attention.
“Manners, please,” she snapped, “we are guests here.”
Most of the Beauxbatons had the decency to look chastened at her admonishment. But a few still appeared disdainful of their surroundings. Some Ravenclaws introduced themselves, and gradually the Beauxbatons began mingling with the Hogwarts students.
Everyone’s attention was caught by the sound of rushing water and peered at the Black Lake. A tidal surge rippled across the lake as first a mast appeared, followed by the rest of a ship that looked like it belonged in Pirates of the Caribbean, which Harry and Hermione had watched on the large flat-screen television they’d had installed at Number 12 during the summer.
Water poured off the deck and streamed over the sides of the ship. When the ship had stabilised and the water-flow reduced to a drip, people emerged on deck and filled several smaller boats which were lowered to the surface. After the smaller boats reached the shore, a sly looking wizard with long silver hair, wearing a burgundy cloak, stepped forth and grasped Dumbledore’s hand firmly.
“Ah, Dumbledore, my dear fellow, delighted to see you again,” the wizard said in a sibilant unctuous voice.
“Likewise Karkaroff...”
Both men smiled at each other, but Harry noticed the smiles didn’t reach their eyes, and Hermione’s tail bristled slightly.
“Madame Maxime, it’s very good to see you too!” offered Karkaroff as he kissed her hand.
“Charmed...” she replied stiffly, looking anything but. Though she did her very best to put on a gracious manner.
As the sun dropped behind the mountains, the guests from Durmstrang were invited into the castle and made their way towards the Great Hall for an early dinner. The tables had all been enlarged, but most of Beauxbatons gravitated to the Ravenclaw table, and most of the Durmstrang students sat with the Slytherins.
As several Beauxbaton girls passed by the Gryffindor table, all the boys heads snapped. Ron stared slack-jawed at the elegant blue-eyed beauty with platinum hair who had stopped suddenly. There was a fleck of drool in the corner of his mouth. Dean, Seamus, and the Twins looked equally ridiculous.
Only Harry didn’t seem particularly entranced, though he did think the girl was very pretty. The blonde Beauxbaton wasn’t looking at any of the boys though. Her crystal-blue eyes were attached firmly to Hermione’s furry tail and ears.
“Ooooh...” she murmured with an almost hungry expression. Hermione blushed and began to feel a bit warm. The pretty Beauxbaton saw Harry’s arm around Hermione and caught his startling green eyes briefly. A slight smile tugged at the corner of her lips. The girl clearly wanted to sit at the Gryffindor table but some of the other Beauxbaton girls tugged her arm and dragged her off to sit with the Ravenclaws.
“Come ON Fleur, you don’t want to seet wiz zees troglodytes do you?”
Fleur kept glancing back at Hermione as her friends pulled her across the Hall. Ron was still in a daze until someone else caught his eye. He gasped, and his eyes widened. He looked even more thrilled.
“Krum! I didn’t know he was still in school...” Ron managed to croak. He excitedly tried to get the Youngest Professional Quidditch Player in History's attention, but Viktor Krum paid little heed as he unhappily joined his friends at the Slytherin table.
The feast was different than usual, as more dinner selections became available. Hermione’s eyes lit up in delight at the French dishes. Harry was quite impressed with the Bratwurst, Sauerkraut, and German Potato Salad. But he made sure to leave room to try some of the other dishes.
“Harry, you have to try this...” Hermione said when Harry had finished his first plateful.
She put some Coq au Vin and Gougères on his plate. He tried the cheesy pastries first and his eyes widened in amazement at the rich flavour. When he tasted the Coq au Vin, Harry’s face looked orgasmic.
“This is fantastic Hermione. It’s as delicious as Shepherd’s Pie...”
Hermione rolled her eyes at the absurd comparison, but she flushed happily nonetheless. After the splendid feast was finished, and the plates were cleared away, Ludo Bagman explained the rules again for entering the Triwizard Tournament and placed the Goblet of blue-white flames in the centre of the Hall.
That evening a number of Hogwarts students tried to put their names in the Goblet, but most couldn’t get past the age barrier. Draco tried, having attempted some sort of charm which he thought might get him through, but he only ended up shrieking in pain and had to be sent to the infirmary for the second time in a week, his hair completely frizzed and smouldering.
Several older Slytherins and Ravenclaws put their names in, followed by Cedric Diggory. He successfully dropped a slip of parchment with his name into the blue flames, to the applause of the Hufflepuffs. Harry and Hermione both burst out laughing when the Weasley Twins tried to get past the line after taking some aging potions. The twins both sprouted some excellent long white beards which put Dumbledore’s to shame.
Everyone was feeling very cheerful as the evening wore on, and the Potters invited Luna and Parvati back to their chambers for cocoa and cuddles an hour before curfew. Harry went to the little kitchen to make the cocoa, and when he returned to the sitting room he was surprised to see Luna wearing absolutely nothing, and lying on her front on the rug in front of the fire, her bare bottom poking up and her fluffy white tail waving eagerly.
Harry grinned at Parvati and Hermione, who were both kissing and purring a bit on the settee, with their hands under each other’s blouses. They both looked up at Harry and giggled, their tails bouncing in merriment.
“We don’t have much time tonight Harry, you’d better get on with it.” Parvati chuckled.
“With all the extra students, security will be a bit tighter than usual. So there really isn’t enough time for all of us to have a romp,” Hermione explained, “ and as Luna wasn’t here for last time, we thought she should have a turn.”
“Oh, er... well alright then. Luna, erm... ?” Harry raised his eyebrows, feeling a bit awkward at the idea of performing while Hermione and Parvati just watched.
Luna stood up and peered into Harry’s liquid green eyes, a serene smile on her lips.
“Hello Harry...”
The cat-girl’s blonde lashes fluttered, as she pressed her naked breasts against his shirt covered chest. She wrapped her arms around Harry and kissed him. Then Luna slid down Harry’s front, and kneeled before him, gazing intently at the tent in Harry’s shorts, before gently unzipping him and releasing his joyful penis from its captivity.
Luna took Harry’s penis in her mouth and Harry began to stroke her fuzzy white cat-ears. Parvati lifted Hermione’s skirt and put her hand inside Hermione’s panties, and Hermione did the same to Parvati while they watched. As they began to fondle each other’s slits, Luna’s head began to bob up and down Harry’s stiffness.
The blonde cat-witch slurped and sucked, her rough cat-tongue wrapped around the shaft of Harry’s erection. She looked up at Harry with her big soulful eyes, and he almost lost it. But he held on as Luna continued to taste him. As she began to suck more vigorously, Harry placed both hands on her head and began to thrust.
Luna’s purring sent vibrations of pleasure coursing through his body. He plunged his penis deep into Luna’s throat and she took it all in. Pressing her face into his crotch, Harry exploded. He squirted load after load of his sticky fluid into Luna’s tummy as she swallowed hungrily. Luna tapped his thigh and Harry released her head, the last several spurts of ejaculate landing on her face as she gasped happily for air.
Luna wanted more, and she dragged a very dazed Harry down on top of her before his penis had a chance to shrink. She kept her hands wrapped around the shaft and manipulated it until Harry seemed ready to go again. Spreading her legs widely, Luna pulled Harry into her. She wrapped her fluffy white tail around Harry’s backside as he thrust himself deeply into Luna’s body.
She began to meow as Harry continued to slide in and out of her moist tightness, her labia clinging to his tumescence. Luna shuddered as the ecstasy rippled through her supple form and she climaxed. The contractions of Luna’s sheath wrenched another orgasm from Harry, and she felt his discharge fill her womb as she undulated beneath him.
On the settee, Parvati and Hermione had pulled off their panties, and both been taken by their own rapture. Hermione’s naked thighs were clasped around Parvati’s head and her back arched, her fluffy tail thrashing, as she yowled and her stickiness wet Parvati’s face. Parvati, who had a hand between her own thighs, quivered, her own silky black tail flailing wildly, and moaned in response.
All that could be heard after that was the crackling of flames, purring, and contented sighs.
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