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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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“I’m impressed Potter. Thanks to you, we’re well on our way into turning Voldemort into Full-Dead.” Mad-Eye said approvingly.
“It was all Hermione really. We wouldn’t have found it and killed it if it weren’t for her. Same with Slytherin’s Locket.”
Moody gazed astutely at the young cat-witch, as if sizing her up. Hermione cringed, her furry tail and ears wilting slightly. She felt a bit creeped out by Mad Eye’s discerning eyeball.
“Hmmm... Mrs Potter, indeed! Remus did say that you were the Brightest Witch he’d ever met since Potter’s mother. Looks like your cat traits come in handy too... But don’t knock yourself Mr Potter. I saw what you did to Nott Sr. You have to be bloody powerful to pull off a curse like that at your age. And I saw how ready you both were to fight those scum at the World Cup...”
“Looks like you’ll both be getting the Mad Eye Special boot camp training course then. We’ll have you two whipped into shape and ready to make Death Eaters eat death in no time...”
Dumbledore coughed. Mad Eye snorted.
“...but we’ll focus on gettin’ you through this tournament first. Mark my words though, there’s going to be no more foolishness about mollycoddling criminals when you’re in a fight for your lives. Right Albus?” Moody grimaced as his eye spun to the back of his head.
“Quite...” Dumbledore replied in a small voice.
“Right! I’ll give you two a schedule sometime tomorrow, then we’ll get cracking. The first task is November 24th. That doesn’t give us much time. We’ll need somewhere to train where Dawlish and whoever else is on the Ministry payroll can’t spy on us though. As far as they know, I’m only here as added security.”
Harry and Hermione took dinner in their chambers again that evening by themselves, so that they could discuss the best places to train. Even Professor Dumbledore had seemed to be at a loss when they had asked him. It was only when Dobby brought them dessert that he overheard them wondering about the Secret Room they had found and he gleefully explained how the Room of Requirement worked.

~o0o~

Harry wasn’t sure why, but Professor Vector seemed to be really pleased with him, despite the fact that he was only pulling satisfactory marks on his homework. As she passed everyone’s homework back with their marks on them, she actually gave him a rare smile.
Only Hermione and Daphne had Outstandings on their assignments that day. Harry hadn’t really noticed Daphne in class before, but that Monday morning, she switched desks so that she could sit next to him and the two cat-witches.
Harry was doing exceptionally well in Ancient Runes however. He was fascinated by the symbols and their application to defensive magic, and his parchment on the use of Runic tattoos as wards against dangerous magical creatures earned him a mark which exceeded even Hermione’s. She was a bit disappointed that she hadn’t done as well as Harry, but she could see that Harry had an edge when it came to his artistic flair.
“That is absolutely beautiful Harry! I never knew you could draw and do calligraphy.” Awe clutched Hermione’s breath.
“I never knew I could either Hermione. I’m a bit shocked myself to tell you the truth. I guess I’ve just never taken the opportunity to try anything like this before. The Dursleys never gave Dudley any art or calligraphy books and equipment.”
Professor Bathsheda Babbling couldn’t help overhearing, and she was moved to gush in pride at her new prize pupil.
“Your linework is so bold and impetuous Mr Potter, but very fluid and graceful as well. See the sweep of that arc there Mrs Potter. Your husband instinctively knows when to inject a subtle touch. Any symbols he paints or draws will be that much more powerful due to the strength of his artistry.”
“And a Runic Spell can be more effective than protection charms, as they will last as long as the symbol is worn, whereas a charm cast by a wand can fade away or be broken.” Finally Professor Babbling returned to her desk and Hermione stole a kiss with her husband while her back was turned.
Daphne changed her seating arrangement to be near them in Potions too. She was usually the only other student in class besides Harry, Hermione, and Malfoy, to attain top marks. Harry smugly noticed that Malfoy seemed to have fallen out with Professor Snape, as even top marks hadn’t earned Draco any House Points or compliments. Malfoy glared malevolently at Snape every chance he got during class.
That evening, after classes, Mad Eye caught up with the pair as they returned to their chambers.
“Ah, there you are, you two. Good! I’ve got workout schedules and lessons planned out.” Moody growled. “You’ll both need lots of practice to get you into fighting shape.”
“We’ve found a place where we can take the lessons and practice the spells.” Harry began excitedly, while Hermione looked over the schedules. “Dobby told us how that secret room we found works. It’s perfect.”
Hermione’s face fell and her furry ears wilted when she saw that they’d have to spend at least an hour every day on physical exercises, as well as 4 hour and a half learning sessions a week. That meant less time for the library.
“I thought this was all going to be about learning spells,” she remarked sadly. Moody grunted.
“Toughening up your body and developing speed and stamina is just as important in a fight Mrs Potter. The wizard who lasts longer and dodges faster is the one who lives. And sometimes there is just no substitution for well placed kick or punch. There’s nothing better than muggle fighting techniques for throwing wizards off their game.”
Hermione's features brightened when she realised how sensible Moody's plan was. Moody’s eye spotted someone at the end of the hallway and he lowered his voice.
“Look after that one Potter. She’s in as much danger as you two are now. Keep your eyes sharp at all times--Constant Vigilance!” he barked before turning abruptly and lumbering away.
Daphne looked a bit frightened of the semi-retired-Auror and she shrank back against the stone wall when he passed by her and grunted with a curt nod of greeting.
“Hello Harry, Hermione. Who was that?” Daphne’s voice trembled slightly. “He’s really scary.”
“That’s Mr Moody. He’s an Auror.” Hermione responded, reddening, as she wasn’t sure how to explain his presence in their corridor.
“I... I’m not sure if I’m allowed to tell you,” Harry said quietly, “but you're our friend now--and I think you should know. He’s training me and Hermione to fight so that we can look after ourselves...and...and so I can survive the tournament.” Harry gulped.
“Is... is the tournament really that dangerous?” Daphne asked with worry in her voice. Hermione nodded, her bushy tail dipping glumly.
“It was discontinued in 1792 because of a rampaging cockatrice and all the champions were severely injured. Participants have been killed in these events...” Hermione trailed off, tears threatening to leak. Daphne bit her lip, and her eyes widened in shock.
“I...er... I think it’s time for dinner.” Harry said, desperate for something to distract the girls from worrying about him.
When the three of them appeared for dinner, not knowing what else to do, Daphne sat with the Potters at the end of the Gryffindor table. Harry and Hermione were used to getting malicious looks from their fairweather ex-House-mates. But Daphne looked like she was about to cry. Many students all over the Great Hall began staring and whispering.
Neville’s face set in resolve. He lurched up from his seat, dragging a redfaced Ginny Weasley behind him, and sat across from the trio. Fred and George gave each other a quick look, and picking up their plates, they followed suit.
Luna and Parvati usually sat together at the very end of Ravenclaw table with Padma. But everyone’s eyes were on the end of Gryffindor table now. Parvati looked questioningly at her sister, and Padma nodded her approval.
Fleur watched with great interest when the two cat-witches at her table picked up their plates and strode across to the Great Hall to sit with the Potters and Daphne. Indecision crossed Fleur’s features, but her little sister was clutching her hand tightly and trembling with trepidation as tension filled the Hall.
Snape and McGonagall both shot the Headmaster a dark look. Dumbledore nodded. Dinner would have to begin a few minutes early. Hopefully the arrival of food would prove enough of a distraction for now. Fortunately, it did. The whispers subsided as students became more interested in filling their grumbling bellies.
Minerva picked at her food as she watched the far end of Gryffindor table.
“Albus, do you think we ought to consider adding another table?” she asked quietly.
“I honestly don’t know Minerva. I am at a loss...” replied Dumbledore.
Despite the anxiety at dinner, Daphne didn’t feel quite so awful when she walked back to the Unaffiliated’s corridor with her new companions. She had been shocked but gratified by the incredible solidarity that the Potters’ friends had shown with them all.
When they reached the door of her suite, she couldn’t help herself. Daphne threw her arms around her two new friends and hugged them both, her aqua eyes shining through tears. She gave Hermione and Harry a peck on the cheek and smiled.
“Thank you both so much. You have such lovely friends. I...I hope I can count myself as such a good one someday.”
Hermione purred, and startled Daphne with a brief kiss on the lips.
“You already are,” she whispered.
Once inside her chambers, Daphne shut her door and leaned back against it, her heart pounding as the Potters returned to their own quarters. She touched her lips where Hermione’s had been moments ago, surprised at the fluttery feelings in her tummy.

~o0o~

After cleaning up from dinner. The Potters used the Marauder’s Map to avoid everyone on their way to meet Tonks for Harry’s metamorph lesson. Tonks was extremely proud of how fast Harry was progressing, and she decided to take things to the next level: changing his entire facial structure.
“This’ll be much ‘arder Harry! Because you’ll be altering the skin tone, bone structure, and musculature of many bits all at once. But again, it’s really all about how well you can hold the picture of whatchoo want to look like in your head. At this point, you’ll need to start practicin’ with a mirror so you can see the changes properly.”
Harry nodded. Hermione raised her hand and Tonks chortled.
“I’m not a Professor Hermione, but alright. What’s your question?”
“I’ve just been reading in this book about transfiguring parts of the anatomy to animal forms, and I was wondering how functional some of the parts might be.”
“Well, that’s a bit far ahead, but really, it all depends on how good the metamorphmagus is. A really good one can picture the internal structure necessary for functionality if they ‘ave access to a good image of how the cells all work. I can’t even do that though.”
“You’d ‘ave to be really brilliant at imaging it in your head, and be able to follow complicated diagrams. That goes for changin’ human gender too. It’s all cosmetic unless you can visualise all the internal bits well.”
By the end of the lesson, Harry had managed a rather disturbing blend of his own and Hermione’s features. Tonks and Hermione roared with laughter and had to hold their sides to keep from getting stitches. Tonks laughed so hard that she fell over backwards, but Hermione caught her before she could hurt herself.
“Merlin, Harry!” Tonks gasped for breath, “That’s ‘orrible--I mean, Well Done for changin’ your features--it’s just a ghastly look. Just keep practicing and soon Hermione will have a twin.”
Seeing the gleam in Harry’s eyes set Tonks off again. By the time she had calmed into chortles she admonished him.
“Mind you Harry, don’t forget you’re not to try anythin’ but changing your face alright?”
Harry grinned and Hermione kept giggling.
“Don’t worry Tonks. That was really hard. I don’t think I could manage more than that anyway.”
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