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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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Harry and Hermione puzzled over the new door which had appeared in their corridor sometime between breakfast and now. Feeling much better since seeing Sirius, they were heading off to find Luna and Parvati and tell them the news, and had just discovered it. Footsteps echoed in the corridor and they turned to see who was approaching.
Professor McGonagall strode towards them followed by a girl who was trying to hide her face behind her golden blonde hair. The Professor was very relieved to see the Potters. She hadn’t wanted to leave the poor girl to sort things out with the Potters herself.
“Oh, very good! Harry, Mrs Potter, I’d like you to meet your new neighbour, Miss Daphne Greengrass...” Professor McGonagall tried hard not to sigh as Daphne hid behind her; this was awkward enough as it was.
“Please Miss Greengrass, the Potters won’t bite...” McGonagall pushed back at her own discomfort and put an arm around Daphne, steering her towards Harry and Hermione. “There, there dear, it’s alright...” Minerva said, patting her gently on the back.
But Daphne was sobbing inconsolably now. She couldn’t face Harry and Hermione after what her House-mates had done and she tried to make a break for it. But Professor McGonagall was having none of it and blocked her. This had to be done.
Tears filled Hermione’s eyes, and Harry was having a hard time keeping his own composure and bit his cheek hard to stop his own eyes from leaking as his heart thumped violently. They both suddenly understood why there was a new door in their corridor.
Hermione’s bushy tail dipped to the floor and her furry ears wilted. Unable to bear it any longer, she dashed forward and threw her arms around Daphne.
“It’s alright,” Hermione sobbed as she held the other crying girl tightly, “We know you’re not one of them Daphne... ” she whispered, “We know...”
Professor McGonagall let go of Daphne with a sigh of relief now that the young cat-witch had her firmly in her clutches. Minerva budged Harry gently away from the two weeping girls and both of them took deep breaths to steady themselves.
“Will she be alright Professor McGonagall?”
“I don’t know Harry,” Minerva said honestly, momentarily dropping her guard and speaking to Harry as a confidante, “You two are the first unaffiliated students in the history of Hogwarts, and now Miss Greengrass...”
“Wait, Hermione and I are una-what?” A bewildered expression was plastered across Harry’s face.
“Unaffiliated, you no longer officially belong to a House.” Minerva rolled her eyes in exasperation with herself.
“I’m dreadfully sorry Harry. Clearly I’ve been around the Headmaster far too long and he’s rubbed off on me. I neglected to inform you at the beginning of this year that as official non-residents of Gryffindor, you are no longer bound by House Requirements.”
“The House-Point system is meaningless unless you belong to a group which you can rely on to have your best interests at heart, and keep each other in check. Your House is supposed to be your family here at Hogwarts, your Friends.”
“When your wife was pushed out of Gryffindor, Harry, you stood beside her when nearly the entire school turned against you both. So at least you both had each other, and eventually made two very good friends besides from two different Houses.”
“I don’t know if Miss Greengrass has any friends at the moment. Leaving Slytherin, for a Pureblood of her station, is to leave everything behind. Students from the other Houses can often form Inter-House friendships as the rivalries aren’t so severe.”
“But Slytherins are hated by all the Houses--and not without reason mind you. However it is cruel nonetheless, as not all Slytherins are Dark Wizards. And as Pettigrew demonstrated, Dark Wizards can come from any House. It is most unfortunate that this system was ever created Harry. And as Dark as he was, Salazar Slytherin cannot bear the blame alone...”
Harry peered into Professor McGonagall’s eyes and nodded.
“I understand, Professor. Don’t worry about Daphne. I’ll look after her. I promise. She stood up to the only people she’s ever known as friends, for my best friends...” Harry choked up, and he couldn’t stop the tears from trickling silently down his cheeks.
“Thank you Harry!” Minerva pulled a hankie out of her robes and dabbed her own eyes. “I knew you’d understand.”
Harry felt desperate to hug someone himself now, but he didn’t want Minerva to fall apart. He could see she was about to crumble herself, and he understood that it wouldn’t look good for a Professor to be seen blubbering in the Hallways. So Harry darted across the corridor to the two sobbing girls, put his arms around both of them, and led them back to the Potter residence.
Harry settled the two young witches on the settee and went to make some cocoa. When he brought it back to the sitting room, Daphne seemed to be calming down a bit. Hermione brushed the golden strands of hair out of Daphne’s wet lashes, and passed her a mug.
After a few sips, Daphne gave Hermione a sad little smile.
“Thank you...” she said softly. “You’re both so nice. I don’t deserve it. I should have done something. I just ran away...”
“No!” Harry said firmly, “You were brilliant. You did more than anyone could’ve expected in your situation Daphne. I... I’d say it was very Gryffindor of you... but now--now I’m just not so sure about all that House rubbish anymore. You were very brave to leave Slytherin...”
Daphne’s Mediterranean blue eyes pooled again, and Harry’s heart sank. He really needed to work on his attempts to cheer up the ladies, Harry thought. He always just seemed to make them cry more. Harry was very taken aback when Daphne stood up with a big smile on her wet face and hugged him.
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me Harry... at least here at Hogwarts.”
Hermione couldn’t help but giggle at Harry’s perplexed expression.

~o0o~

Karkaroff scowled at the grizzled man with the mangled face and spinning glass eye who emerged from the Fireplace in the Hogwarts Staff-room. The semi-retired Auror dusted the ash off his trenchcoat, and almost smirked at the ex-Death-Eater’s consternation.
“Good to see you again too Karkaroff!” Mad Eye glanced at the three sullen boys standing behind the Headmaster of Durmstrang. “Leaving so soon? I hope you enjoyed your visit lads, you’ll likely not get another chance...”
Mad Eye grimaced and left the sorry lot standing there fuming as he stumped heavily out of the room.

~o0o~

Draco stared at his mother in utter disbelief. His world was crashing around him.
“What do you mean you’re cutting me off? You can’t do that, Father...”
“Your father is in Azkaban.” Narcissa said coldly, steeling her resolve, “I told him long ago to put his past behind him. But he refused to listen, and look where he is now. I didn’t want that for you Draco. I had hoped for something better...”
“But we ARE better, we’re Pureblood...” Draco whined. His mother shook her head sadly.
“No Draco. Pureblood doesn’t mean better. I have witnessed firsthand the cruelties wrought upon this world by such beliefs, and cast my own aside. I have seen what such beliefs did to my family.”
“What you do with your life, the choices we make. That is what determines who we are. The choices you have made are as ugly as those your father and my sister have made. How can I look at myself knowing that I have sired someone who thinks so little of women?” Narcissa concluded bitterly.
“She wasn’t a woman. She was a Halfbreed, an Animal...” snarled Draco, glaring at his mother in contempt. “But now I’m beginning to see why Father always said never to trust a woman!”
Draco’s words stabbed Narcissa like a sword through the heart, and she realised that she had never truly known her husband, or her son.
Draco hated the tears in his mother’s eyes. She was weak and treacherous. His lips trembled with rage.
“When Father gets out of prison we’ll set everything right, including our family... GET OUT!” Draco screamed, “I HATE YOU!”
Narcissa tried to hold it together as she entered the Fireplace in Snape’s office, but gutwrenching sobs echoed as the green flames took her.
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