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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242841 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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When Harry woke, he wondered why he felt depressed. Yesterday had been brilliant and had ended on a lovely note. Then he remembered it was Halloween. It had always been his favourite holiday until the day Sirius had told him the truth about precisely when and where his parents had really died.
Today was the anniversary of the day Voldemort had killed his parents.
It was 5 am--too early--but Harry didn’t think he could go back to sleep.
Some bile rose with his anger. But then Harry turned over in bed and saw the bushy head of his beautiful Hermione on the pillow next to him. She was still asleep. He snuggled closer to her naked form and inhaled her fragrance, calming instantly. Harry put his arm around Hermione, and drifted off again.
The next time Harry woke, Hermione’s lips were pressed against his. He put his arms around his wife and returned her kisses more deeply. The kisses grew heated; Hermione tugged tenderly on Harry’s lower lip with her teeth as she leaned back to straddle Harry’s bare torso. Tears glistened in her eyelashes, but she smiled sweetly at him.
“Good morning Harry.”
“Morning, Hermione,” Harry responded quietly, not certain why she appeared tearful yet also aroused.
His breath quickened when Hermione wriggled her bottom and furry tail until she had firmly ensconced herself on his morning stiffness. Slowly, Hermione rode Harry until they both began gasping with pleasure. Hermione uttered a soft meow and they melted into one another.
Finished, Hermione lay on top of Harry with him still inside her, purring, and gently kneaded his chest.
“Feel better...?” she asked. Realisation hit Harry and he kissed Hermione’s bushy head as he stroked one of her furry ears.
“Yeah... actually I do! Loads better--thank you!”
After showering and dressing, the two young wizards made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. The anticipation in the castle was high, as everyone was eager to discover who would be chosen as champions for the schools.
Harry buttered another croissant and dipped it into the yolk of his fried egg. As he took a bite, he noticed Padma directly across the Hall talking to the French girl who had seemed so interested in Hermione. Padma appeared to be gesturing towards the Gryffindor table, but before he could look away, they caught him and giggled. Fleur turned pink, and Harry blushed furiously, focusing his attention back on his food. Hermione appeared not to have noticed as she was busy devouring a pile of sausage and bacon as daintily as possible to sate her feline appetite for meat.
Ron was digging into a pile of sausage and bacon as tall as Hermione’s, but dainty was hardly the word to describe his manner of eating.
Nobody could focus in classes that day, and the teachers all gave up trying. Except for Snape, who deducted another 5 points apiece from Ron and Seamus for gossiping in class. As soon as classes had finished, Harry wanted away from everyone. He was feeling trapped and all of the excitement had his nerves on edge.
“Come on Hermione, I need to get out of here for a bit.”
“Are you alright Harry? What’s wrong?” Hermione asked. She could feel the agitation rolling off him in waves.
“This... it’s just a bit much for me. Today, of all bloody days. Why does this have to be happening today?” Harry growled.
Hermione understood. She curled her bushy tail around Harry, and they went to look for a peaceful spot near the Hogwarts boathouses. But there was no quiet to be had. A rowdy group of Slytherins and Durmstrang boys were gathered by the stone steps leading from the castle to the lake.
The raucous laughter and jeering voices chilled Harry, and Hermione’s fur all stood on end. The group hadn’t noticed them yet though, as their attention appeared to be drawn on someone they had surrounded. And the two young Gryffindors had a bad feeling about who it might be.
“Bit early for Halloveen dress-up is it not? Vot are you supposed to be?” snickered a tall sturdy Durmstrang with spiky blond hair.
“I did not know zey let Haff-Breeds into your school...” guffawed a stocky lout with a shaved head.
“Yeah, they’ll let anyone--or any-THING into Hogwarts these days!” sneered Malfoy. “Mudbloods, filthy Animals...”
“Ow! Stop it, don’t touch me there...” a soft girl’s voice who Harry and Hermione both recognised squealed.
“Oh! Zat part felt human enough!” another Durmstrang with slick black hair gloated.
“Leave us alone! OH! Get your hands off us!” another girl’s voice shrieked.
“Oh! You’re right, Gehlen.” Malfoy’s voice leered, “I suppose a Pussy’s pussy feels much the same as a human’s.”
“DRACO! Stop it. You’re disgusting. I can’t believe you. Leave them alone. What’s wrong with you, you bastards. You’re all revolting.”
“What’s the matter with you Daphne?” Pansy sneered. “I never figured you for a blood-traitor.”
“This has nothing to do with blood, you slag! They’re just girls--like you and me. This is just wrong. I hate you lot. I wish I’d never been sorted into Slytherin with you sick arses.”
Harry and Hermione whipped out their wands as Daphne Greengrass pulled away from the group and dashed past them shamefaced and burst into tears. Harry was stunned. His face blazing in fury, he turned back towards the gang, his wand at the ready. Hermione’s visage was picture of rage too, and she aimed her own wand.
“Potter, nice of you to bring the other Pussy to play with us.” Nott grinned.
“Get out of it Nott! Or I’ll put you in St Mungo’s next to your father.”
“What are you going to do Potter? Take us all on with dark curses? Here at Hogwarts?” Draco drawled. “Can’t think Dumbles would think much of that!”
“You’re a foul git Malfoy. And I don’t give a damn what Dumbledore thinks. If he won’t stop your bullying, I will. Now get away from my friends. ”
Draco’s face darkened and he reached for his own wand. The Durmstrangs backed away from the Slytherins, suddenly realising that their presence was putting their school’s participation in the tournament in jeopardy.
“Expelliarmus,” Hermione yelled. Draco’s wand flew out of his hand and spiraled through the air before it pierced the turf with a thunk.
“If you and your gang leave now Malfoy, I won’t use the same curse on you that I used on Nott’s father at the World Cup!”
Draco’s face turned ashen.
“You wouldn’t dare, I’m unarmed!”
“Try me!” Harry stated with an icy fixed stare.
The rest of the Slytherins dispersed rapidly, not willing to take the chance. Infuriated, Draco marched to where his wand was planted, and yanked it from the ground pulling up a divot.
“This isn’t over Potter...” Draco sneered.
Hermione glared at Malfoy as he disappeared. Then she looked at Harry with worry in her eyes.
“You wouldn’t have really used that spell again, would you Harry? While he was unarmed?”
Harry shook his head. But there was still fire in his eyes.
“Probably not. But I might have if he had kept molesting our friends Hermione.”
She nodded as anger flared in her own eyes again and her bushy tail wagged in outrage.
“That’s alright then. I would have cheered you on if he had kept it up. I just don’t want to see you do something you might regret later.”
Parvati flung herself on Harry crying, her sleek black tail trailing on the ground.
“Thank you so much Harry!” Parvati sobbed. “That... that was awful! I’ve n...n...never felt so violated.”
Luna wasn’t crying, but her fluffy white tail was still trembling with fright.
“They pulled up her skirt and put their fingers in Parvati, Hermione... It was dreadful! I’ll be alright. They only touched my breasts over the top of my clothes.”
Her face filled with revulsion, Hermione put her arm around Parvati, and the four of them made their way back up to the castle.
“Do you want to go to the hospital wing Parvati?” Hermione asked. Parvati shook her head and angrily wiped her tears away.
“No! I just need a shower to wash the filth off.”
Harry looked troubled.
“D’you think Daphne will be okay? I’ve never heard anyone say they wanted to leave Slytherin before. I don’t want anyone to hurt her.”
None of the cat-witches knew how to answer that one.
Harry picked at his dinner, his stomach tied in knots. Hermione couldn’t eat either. Neither Parvati or Luna were at the feast. Harry looked over at Fred and George who were still taking bets on who would be chosen to be champion after dinner. Harry really didn’t care, but he had another need.
“Oi, Fred...”
“You alright Harry...?” Fred asked.
“You look a bit peaky!” George said.
“I... er, I don’t suppose you have any of that cheering potion do you?” Harry inquired anxiously. He had decided that even if Parvati wouldn’t go to see Madam Pomfrey, that she might at least like something to help her relax.
Fred surreptitiously pulled several vials from his robes and slipped them into a napkin, then passed them to Harry.
“Anything for you, Harry.” Fred said quietly.
“Want to place a bet?” asked George.
Harry shook his head.
“Thanks Fred! No, I don’t really care who the champion from Hogwarts is, as long as it’s not a Slytherin.”
“Hear, hear...”
“Well said, Harry...”
“We think it’s probably...”
“...going to be Cedric Diggory anyway.”
Harry and Hermione left the Great Hall and went to look for Parvati and Luna. They found them cuddling in the Gryffindor Common Room by the fireplace. Harry passed a vial of the calming draught to Parvati and urged her to drink up. Parvati looked gratefully at Harry and took a swig, stoppering the rest for later.
“There’s one for you too, if you’d like,” Hermione offered. Luna shook her head and smiled.
“I’ll be alright... really. But thank you Hermione.”
Hermione then turned to look at Harry meaningfully.
“Harry... what about you?”
“I’m fine.” Harry responded stiffly. Hermione sighed.
“You’re not fine. You’ve been on edge all day, and then the Slytherins... We’ll all be expected to be there for the selection of the Champions in half an hour. And you look fit to be tied.”
Harry hadn’t realised how angry he still appeared, and he didn’t want to upset Hermione any more than she already was. He sighed resignedly.
“Right then! Okay Hermione, but only if you have a bit too.”
Hermione nodded, then they both shared a vial and downed it. Feeling a bit better, they returned to the Great Hall followed by Parvati and Luna. They quietly resumed their seats just as the lights went down and the blue flames in the Goblet cast eerie flickering shadows. A few other students settled who had just returned from relieving themselves in the bathrooms.
Professor Dumbledore snapped his fingers and a parchment flew out of the flames. He caught it deftly, and his sonorous voice filled the Hall.
“The champion from Durmstrang will be Viktor Krum.”
There was a smattering of applause from the Slytherin table. Krum glowered as he was directed to a small door at the end of the Hall.
Dumbledore caught the next slip of parchment.
“For Beauxbaton, the champion will be Miss Fleur Delacour.”
From the Ravenclaw table there were a few claps, and a few sobs. Hermione was shocked that the Beauxbatons wouldn’t all be happy for Fleur.
Another slip flew out of the Goblet. Dumbledore smiled. It was nice for Hufflepuff to get a bit of Glory for a change.
“And for Hogwarts--the champion is none other than Cedric Diggory.”
The Hufflepuff table uttered a collective gasp, before bursting into delighted cheers. They really hadn’t expected it. Most of Gryffindor table joined in the cheering, but Ron grumbled and Seamus just looked stunned.
“Come on, pay up you two.” Fred snickered.
“You should know better...” George began.
Then the flames flared again and to everyone’s surprise another parchment shot out of the flames. Dumbledore sighed and snatched it from the air. He had been expecting this, but hoped that his fears had been mistaken.
“Harry Potter...” the aged Headmaster said quietly.
The Hall went silent.
Harry squirmed in his seat and groaned, all eyes upon him. A feeling of Doom settled on Harry. This was all wrong. He shared a dark look with his wife who squeezed his hand.
“No!” he responded.
“Yes Harry. I’m afraid so. Please, if you will...” Dumbledore pointed towards the door at the end of the Hall.
Harry steeled himself and did as he was told. A buzz of outrage filled the Hall as he got up and made his way through it. Many people, including Ron, glared at him. Harry did his best to ignore everyone and just kept moving.
When he had passed through the door and shut it behind him, he found himself facing the other three champions.
“Vot is this? Vot are you doing here?” grunted Krum. Cedric’s face darkened. Fleur turned around to see who they were looking at.
“What? Who is zis leetle b...” Fleur began angrily, before stopping herself and blushing in recognition. She gave Harry an apologetic look. Harry swallowed nervously and cast his eyes away.
Angry voices and heavy stomps grew louder and the Headmasters burst into the room followed by several professors, Ludo Bagman, Crouch Sr, and Dawlish.
“Explain yourself Dumbledore. What is the meaning of this?” Karkaroff snarled.
“Oui, please! How can this be Albus?” Madame Maxime queried with a hurt look on her face.
“I do not know how this is possible. But I can assure you that Harry did NOT willingly enter his name.” Dumbledore responded firmly. “If you wish for proof, I am sure Harry would gladly allow himself to be questioned under Veritaserum.” Professor Dumbledore glanced at Harry, and he found his voice.
“Professor Dumbledore is right! I didn’t put my name in the Goblet. I don’t even want to be in this bloody tournament...”
“You are a liar!” sneered Karkaroff.
“...and I’ll take some Veritaserum to prove it.” Harry finished heatedly. Dumbledore gave Harry a look of silent thanks for the confirmation.
“Professor Snape, if you would be so kind?” Dumbledore asked. Snape peered at Harry with an almost sad expression, and began to move towards the door.
“That won’t be necessary!” conceded Karkaroff. He turned his anger on Bagman and Crouch. Bagman looked shiftily away.
“So, Crouch, what are you going to do about this?”
Crouch stiffened, his moustache bristling.
“I can do nothing. The Goblet is a binding magical contract. The penalty for withdrawing is the same as for any other Unbreakable Vow.” Crouch stated authoritatively.
Professsor McGonagall gasped in shock.
“But they’re just children. How could you...?”
Crouch stared back at her inscrutably. Professor Dumbledore took off his glasses and massaged his temples.
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