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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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After cleaning up, Harry and Hermione kissed Parvati and Luna good-bye.
“Thank you so much you two. I feel loads better now,” Parvati gushed, “I think I might be alright to let Harry have a go again next time.”
“Are you sure you two don’t want to stay for the afternoon?” Hermione asked. “If Professor Dumbledore is right, people might try and bully you at Gryffindor.”
“Oh, we’re not going back to the Tower,” replied Luna with a gleam in her eye. “We’re going to spend the afternoon and evening cuddling in my little hideout in the woods by the lake, now that Parvati’s feeling a bit better.”
Harry grinned, but he had a thought.
“D’you two know where the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy is on the 7th Floor?” Harry queried. Parvati shook her head.
“I know where it is.” Luna responded.
“Good,” Harry nodded. “Meet us there after classes let out. But try and stay out of everyone’s way alright!”
Hermione gave Harry a questioning look.
“I know what Sirius said, Hermione. But I don’t care. Now that we have the Room of Requirement, Parvati and Luna can at least participate in the lessons, even if they don’t always have time to join in our daily exercise routines.”
Hermione looked a bit anxious. She wasn’t sure how the cantankerous semi-retired Auror would take Harry’s obstinance. Parvati and Luna’s interest was piqued.
“What’s going on Harry?” Parvati asked. Harry grinned.
“You’ll see. Just meet us there okay. Just stay out of sight until we get there.”

~o0o~

Harry and Hermione made their way up to the 7th floor shortly after sundown, carefully avoiding other students--which wasn’t too difficult, because most students avoided the upper floors after classes. But Filch’s cat Mrs Norris was sitting and glowering on the 7th floor landing when the stairs came to a halt.
Harry’s stomach tightened; it wouldn’t do for Mrs Norris to tip Filch off that he and Hermione were surreptitiously meeting with a member of a secret organisation, even if he had the Headmaster’s permission. Harry was quite certain that Filch wasn’t in on it. But Hermione didn’t seem concerned in the least.
Mrs Norris began purring, and rubbing up against Hermione’s leg. Hermione smiled and picked the cat up to cuddle it. She took one look at Harry’s surprised features and giggled.
“It’s professional courtesy Harry. We cats have to stick together.” Hermione addressed the cat, “Harry is my husband Mrs Norris. And he’s really very nice. Please don’t get him into trouble alright!?”
As Harry watched in amazement, Mrs Norris peered at him and nodded in understanding. When Hermione set the cat down gingerly, Mrs Norris arched and undulated against Harry’s leg, purring loudly. Grinning, Harry knelt down to pet Mrs Norris properly. She butted Harry’s knuckles affectionately, then abruptly darted onto the stairs when they started to move again.
They had to walk for a bit to find the corridor they needed, and Harry’s mind was going over something which had bothered him for a long time.
“Hermione, why do you think that Mr Filch cleans without magic?”
“He’s what wizards call a ‘squib’ Harry,” Hermione replied uncomfortably.
The word felt wrong somehow, like a pejorative. And she didn’t like it. But as Mr Filch was always so horrible to everyone, and always going on about how he wanted to torture students in a gruesome manner, she’d never admonished anyone for using the term when they spoke about him.
“Yeah! I know. It’s just... it just doesn’t make any sense.” Harry frowned.
“Hogwarts has over a hundred house-elves to do cleaning and stuff. Not that they should be doing it without pay and fair treatment of course, mind you--hopefully we can change that someday.”
“And even if his job is to work on different bits of the castle than them, then why doesn’t he have magical equipment to do the work while he supervises it? It doesn’t seem fair to me. If a full-wizard had Filch’s job, they’d just wave a wand and watch the mops and brooms doing the work by themselves. Maybe Mr Filch would be a bit nicer if I ask Dumbledore to enchant his cleaning supplies.” Harry concluded.
Hermione caught herself short, and turned to face Harry directly, her eyes tearing.
“You’re absolutely right Harry. It’s very cruel to expect a non-magical person to clean without magic for a school full of wizards. It... it never occurred to me before now.” Hermione flung herself into Harry’s arms. “I love you so much Harry--You’re the kindest person I know!”
After a few moments holding each other, they broke apart and continued through the hallways. They found Luna and Parvati lurking in an alcove by Barnabas the Barmy’s tapestry shortly after sundown. They all hugged in greeting, but when Luna began to ask Harry again about their purpose, he put her off.
“Just a moment Luna. I don’t know how things are going to go down yet, and I want to be sure before I...” then he heard the clomping footsteps that told him Moody was drawing closer.
“Well, I didn’t expect to find a couple of extras with you Potter,” growled Mad Eye. “Dumbledore only gave me permission to train you and your wife.”
“I don’t care!” Harry said firmly, fixing his stare directly into Moody’s eyes. “They’re my best friends and they’re in danger too. We all need to learn how to fight. Now that we’ve got a secret place to learn, it doesn’t matter if they join in... I would’ve brought Daphne too, but she didn’t answer when I knocked on her door.”
Harry stood there, his stomach clenching in anxiety. He had no idea how Moody would react, and he was a bit scared. But Harry had put a Death Eater in St Mungo’s and faced a horde of Aurors and Dementors while naked at the Quidditch World Cup. He’d stood up to Petunia about Hermione, and put off that horrid Skeeter woman.
And he had faced down half a dozen Slytherins and their Durmstrang friends--even if it had been a bit of a bluff because he didn’t want to get Dumbledore in trouble by using a dark curse at school. Harry had made his decision, and he was sticking to it, even if it meant standing up to someone who could snap him like a twig.
The three young cat-witches all trembled and shrank back into the alcove by the tapestry as they watched the tense stand-off unfold.
“You’ll do nicely Potter...” Mad-Eye broke the tension with an ugly grin, “I knew you had it in you! Excellent! Dumbledore can blow it out his arse if he doesn’t like it. You’re all in then. Bring the Greengrass girl next time.”
Harry opened the door to the Room of Requirement after asking it for a place to learn how to fight in. Moody’s roaming eye took in everything approvingly. The room reminded Harry a bit of the dojos and kwoons in the karate and kung fu films he’d seen with Hermione over the summer. It even had wooden dummies, but they were far more detailed with proper movable limbs.
One wall was mirrored, another was lined with all sorts of muggle weapons--Harry supposed the room had just copied what Harry had seen in the martial arts films. And another wall was lined with shelves full of books--which Hermione was already perusing. The floor was covered with a thickly padded mat.
“Bloody brilliant Potter! I can’t say that I have the right skill set to teach you how to use most of those weapons, but I can certainly train you with some of those blades at some point. Though you shouldn’t really need 'em most of the time with the right spells at your fingertips--mostly just every now and then to throw off a wizard who’s expectin’ a spell when you’re in close quarters.”
“Right Then! Everyone fall in,” Mad Eye barked. When Harry and the three cat-witches were lined up at attention, Moody began.
“Now, Professor Lupin will be teachin’ you a few of the things we’ll be practicing here too. But the focus of the class here at Hogwarts is mostly defending yourself from dark magical creatures with only a very cursory look at the spells necessary for defending against dark wizards curses. He’s not allowed to actually teach you how to fight back good and proper.” Moody muttered something about "bloody school board" under his breath, then continued.
“I’ll be teachin’ you how to duel and proper combat techniques when you’re in a fight for your lives with multiple opponents--which means you’ll be learning how to do some dangerous curses yourselves. But pay attention in Lupin’s class Potter, because you’ll need to know the spells to fight magical creatures for the tournament.”
“I’ll be showing you how and when to use those spells to their greatest effect in actual practice--and show you some more advanced and alternative spells which the 6th year Champions will already know.”
“I know Lupin already touched on the three Unforgivables, but I’ll be putting you through your paces on those too...”
Mad Eye lectured for an hour before setting everyone to running around the gym and performing calisthenics for another hour. He worked them like a drill sergeant and they miserably collapsed in a sweaty heap when they were finished.
“Right! I suppose that’s enough for now then,” Moody chuckled. “I’ll start teaching you spells and combat techniques when we meet again on Thursday, same time.”
“Oh, and by the way Potter. You and your wife should be prepared for a late night. I’ll be by your place after midnight. And dress warm. There’s somethin’ you need to see in the forest...” Mad Eye stomped out of the Room of Requirement and left the aching young wizards groaning on the floor.

~o0o~

Daphne’s breathing quickened and she threw herself onto her bed, glad that she had no House-mates to inhibit her. Only rarely, late at night in her dorm, with the curtains pulled tightly around her bed had Daphne ever dared to touch herself. And even then, she had been terrified that she would waken the other girls.
Flushed with pleasure, Daphne unclasped the hem of her skirt, and slipped it off, dropping it from the side of her bed. With fumbling fingers, she hastily unbuttoned her blouse and flung that aside too. Next to clumsily go was her bra. Finally, Daphne slid out of her panties and kicked them off her feet.
Clad only in her knee high white stockings, Daphne closed her eyes. And as she cupped one of her breasts, her other hand trailed down her abdomen and slipped between her thighs. Her fingers grazed the wheaten wisps on her mound, delicately traveling further until they reached the apex of her bare cleft to tease the fleshy pearl hidden within her dampening fold.
In her mind’s eye, Daphne replayed the scene she had just witnessed, imagining herself in Parvati’s position, with Harry’s lips on her stomach and Hermione’s on her moist entrance. Daphne moaned as she pictured Harry kneading her breasts and licking her pink budding nipples.
And when she envisioned Hermione’s tongue inside her, a storm of ecstasy took Daphne and bathed her fingers in stickiness.
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