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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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“I can’t stand this Hermione. Malfoy and his gang can’t be allowed to get away with it. That was more than schoolyard bullying. If... if we’d been there too late... He bloody should be in Azkaban with his father.”
In tears, Hermione watched her husband pacing over the same bit of floor he’d been traversing for the last half hour. She knew he was right, but she also knew that they couldn’t have taken on seven Slytherins and three Durmstrangs if it had come to an open fight.
“Except for sectumsempra, I don’t really know any other fighting spells Hermione. And... and well, I’d rather not have to use something as potentially deadly as that except as a last resort. We need to learn how to fight.”
“I... I agree Harry.” Hermione responded with a small voice. “But now you have the stupid tournament to deal with too. Whoever put your name into the Goblet is trying to get you killed.”
Harry stopped pacing, shock written all over his face.
“People die in these tournaments Harry. That’s why they were discontinued.”
“That figures. Crouch as good as said that I’d die if I didn’t participate. He said that the magical penalty for breaking the ‘contract’ is the same as for an Unbreakable Vow.”
Now it was Hermione’s turn to look appalled.

~o0o~

Professor Snape thundered into the Headmaster’s office in a swirl of robes with one of his prize students. Dumbledore had no twinkles or sparkles in his eyes; just bags under them from worry and lack of sleep. The Emergency Order meeting last night had run late, and he couldn’t have slept even if he’d tried.
Snape stumbled and nearly fell when he slipped on the lemon-drops strewn all over the floor. He caught himself and noticed in surprise that the chalice which usually held them lay shattered on the rug near the Headmaster’s desk.
“My apologies Severus. Be careful Miss Greengrass. Watch your step.”
Dumbledore waved his wand. The lemon-drops and broken crystal vanished. He motioned to the armchair in front of his desk.
“Please, be seated Miss Greengrass. What can I do for you today?”
Daphne turned her red puffy eyes to peer at her Head of House. She couldn’t bring herself to say it again. Snape’s jaw clenched, and a vein his temple throbbed.
“Headmaster, Miss Greengrass has a very... disturbing tale to tell. And she has requested to be resorted. She no longer wishes to remain in Slytherin House. And speaking frankly... I cannot blame her.”
“Are you willing to grant her request Severus?”
“I am. Though I fear she will be in danger no matter which House she ends up in. I know how... lasting House prejudices can be.” Snape actually swallowed, and his face flushed in guilt. Dumbledore peered shrewdly at Severus Snape.
“Quite. I’m glad you’ve come to recognise that Professor Snape. Why don’t you tell me what brought this on!”
“Miss Greengrass has brought to my attention that she witnessed several of my students, and some of Karkaroff’s, engage in the sexual assault of two others before the selection of the champions yesterday evening.”
“Have the others come forth to press charges?”
“No! I have reason to believe that they are too afraid to, given the current... political climate.”
The Headmaster sighed. He understood the political climate all too well, as he had just received notice this very morning that he had been relieved of his position as Chairman of the Wizengamot. The new Minister was gaining allies, and most of the Wizengamot was made up of “Purebloods.” Dumbledore had hoped to contain the fallout at Hogwarts. But it appeared that things were escalating rapidly.
“Very well! Without any official charges I am forced to leave things in your hands Professor Snape. I would hope that you can see fit to dole out appropriate punishments. Sexual Assault cannot stand at Hogwarts. Detentions and loss of House Points are hardly effective measures fitting to these crimes. If it were up to me, the culprits would be expelled immediately and brought to full-trial before the Wizengamot.”
Professor Snape nodded curtly. Dumbledore turned his piercing blue eyes towards Daphne.
“Miss Greengrass, you have my permission to leave Slytherin House. Unfortunately, once the Sorting Hat has made a decision, it cannot be undone. The magic which gives it life will not permit it. You will be unaffiliated. Therefore I have no choice but to give you private quarters. There are however, two other unaffiliated students here at Hogwarts, though they may not realise it yet. Your private lodgings shall be right next to theirs. Is this acceptable to you?”
Daphne was stunned. She had never imagined that Professor Snape would let her leave his House, nor that the Headmaster would give her private rooms. She didn’t know that there were any other unaffiliated students at Hogwarts, though she could easily surmise who they were.
“Y...yes sir! Th...th...thank you!” Daphne stammered, nodding her head. “B...but I’m afraid to go back to Slytherin to get my things.”
“Some house-elves will be dispatched to retrieve your belongings Miss Greengrass. Now, if you will excuse me a moment.” Dumbledore tapped a hand-mirror sitting on his desk. A face appeared on it which Daphne couldn’t quite make out.
“Ah, thank you for responding so quickly Minerva. Would you be so kind as to direct Miss Daphne Greengrass to her new quarters? I have granted her permission to depart Slytherin. You will find a new suite waiting for her right next to the Potters’ private chambers.”
There was stunned silence from McGonagall’s end. Then she nodded.
“Of...of course Headmaster. I’ll be right there,” Professor McGonagall finally replied.
“Thank you Minerva.” Dumbledore turned his attention back to Snape.
“Professor Snape, regarding my earlier comments about appropriate punishment. No doubt the culprits belong in Azkaban, and I am sure that Filch would be delighted to offer you his services, but please try to remember that this is an institute of education, not a Penal Colony. Until such time as I have the authority to remove these students. You will have to find some suitable measures of discipline beyond points loss and detention.”
Snape groaned inwardly as he departed the Headmaster’s office. If it were up to him, Filch would be a very Happy Squib right now. He met Minerva coming up the spiral staircase when he was halfway down and he paused.
“Severus?” she began questioningly.
Snape gulped again.
“The Headmaster will explain...” he said, then continued on his way
After Professor McGonagall departed with Daphne Greengrass, Dumbledore called for a house-elf.
“Bring me Headmaster Karkaroff. His presence is required immdetiately.”

~o0o~

There was a cough from the fireplace. Hermione shrieked, her tail bristling, and Harry whirled around and aimed his wand. Sirius’s grinning head sat in the burning embers on the grate.
“Be careful with that thing. You’ll put someone’s eye out," he chuckled.
“Bloody hell! Don’t scare me like that Sirius. I didn’t know anyone could floo in Hogwarts.”
“Only in the Common Room and public fireplaces. Private fireplaces require the permission of the owner, or the Headmaster. Hello Hermione.”
Hermione smiled weakly, and gave Sirius a halfhearted wave.
“Well, it’s jolly good to see you anyway Sirius. I’m going spare...” Harry responded.
“No doubt. I know what’s happened. Under other circumstances, and were you older, congratulations might be in order. But in this case, I think commiseration would be more appropriate.”
“Anyway, I’m here to tell you that Dumbledore has agreed to have you trained properly to deal with whatever tasks you might face in the Triwizard tournament. We know that you have the strength, but you don't have the level of spell knowledge or the combat skills required. Mad-Eye, the REAL Mad Eye, is being sent to Hogwarts to give you special combat training to give you a fighting chance...”
Harry was flabbergasted. The timing couldn’t be more serendipitous.
“Excellent! Can he train Hermione too? How about our friends? Two of them were assaulted by Slytherins yesterday, and we all need to learn to protect ourselves...”
“I don’t see why Hermione can’t train with you. She’s your wife after all. But training your friends would be problematic. The school board of governors will never allow a full-fledged combat course to be taught at Hogwarts.”
Hermione gasped, and her bushy tail twirled in excitement. Harry grinned, and the knot in his stomach began to unravel.
“Okay... I understand Sirius. Well, I suppose we’ll just have to pass on whatever we learn in our spare time--alright Hermione!?”
Hermione giddily pounced on Harry, squeezing him tightly. too thrilled to speak, she began purring loudly and kissing Harry all over his face. Sirius laughed and started coughing again.
“Well... I suppose I’ll leave you both to it then. Bye for now, I’ll see you both again soon.”

~o0o~

Snape stared coldly at the six students sitting in front of his desk. They had all been sitting there in silence under his stony gaze boring into their souls for half an hour. Professor Snape felt physically ill at what he saw inside them. He had been ignoring the rot in his House for far too long.
He knew that ignoring it had been part of Dumbledore’s plan. As spy for the Order, Severus could not give away where his true allegiances lay. It may yet be necessary for him to convince Voldemort that Severus was still one of His. But it was easy to see that Dumbledore’s plan had utterly collapsed, and that they were all facing an uncertain future. Dumbledore had admitted as much at the Emergency Meeting of the Order last night. If Severus could no longer serve as double-agent, so be it.
Finally, in an icy, even tone, Professor Snape spoke.
“Draco, Nott, Crabb, Goyle, Flint, Warrington: your wands are hereby confiscated...”
“But sir...” Draco gasped in shock, he’d believed that his father’s longterm friendship with Snape would always protect him from the consequences of his acts. The others just looked confunded.
“SILENCE!” Snape roared. “You will keep your mouths shut until I have finished. The Headmaster has put up with the schoolyard taunts and playground scuffles, but sexual assault is not tolerated at Hogwarts.... Don’t bother lying to me. I know that each one of you were directly involved.”
“If Miss Parvati and Miss Lovegood were to press charges, you would no doubt be looking at a lengthy sentence in the Jr Wing of Azkaban. Consider yourselves... fortunate. Also, you are quite lucky that the Headmaster is not given to corporal punishment, or you would find yourselves in Mr Filch’s hands. And believe me, his ideas of punishment are very... Slytherin.”
“Is that all sir?” growled Flint.
“I said to keep quiet. I will let you know when I am finished. As I started saying before Mr Malfoy rudely interrupted, your wands are hereby confiscated until the end of term. You will all be confined to Slytherin House for the duration of term--except for between classes and one hour after classes... and when I say ‘end of term,’ I mean the end of the schoolyear.”
The Slytherins began glaring angrily at Snape, unable to comprehend why he had turned against them. Only Goyle and Crabbe wore blank expressions. Snape continued.
“Flint, Malfoy, Warrington... you are all permanently suspended from the Quidditch team. As long as I am Head of House, you will never again play for Slytherin. And if the rest of you have any ideas about joining, you can just put aside that little fantasy. And for those of you who have your own brooms, they will be confiscated until term ends as well.”
At this, Draco couldn’t help himself.
“But SIR, that’s not fair...” he uttered in dismay before his tongue locked up and he began gurgling incomprehensibly.
“To continue.... if I hear that you are harassing any of the females in Slytherin House, or any any other female students between classes for that matter, I will do my utmost to convince the Headmaster to hand you over to Filch. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?” Snape concluded with a shout, banging his hand loudly on the table for emphasis.
The six Slytherins all glowered murderously at Snape, but one by one, they cast their eyes down and muttered, “Yes sir.”
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