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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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Daphne blushed furiously and her heart skipped a beat when Harry and Hermione invited her to dinner. She really wanted to have dinner with them, but she was scared. It was hard to look them in the eye. She couldn't stop thinking about what she'd seen, and she still remembered how Hermione's lips felt pressed against her own.
Daphne didn’t really understand why they both made her feel so sexy. She could understand liking Harry, but she had never dreamed that a girl could make her feel the same way. And Daphne didn’t know how to tell them how she felt about them both. Was it even possible to like two people so much, both at the same time?
Fortunately Daphne had a good excuse.
“Oh... er... I’d really like to, but Astoria’s having dinner with me tonight.”
“Is she alright?” Hermione asked. “Are the Slytherins bullying her?”
Daphne stepped into the corridor and shut the door for a moment, her face darkening.
“I’m not sure, to tell you the truth. She won’t say--and I’m a bit worried. But it’s obvious that her friends were pressuring her to stay at the Slytherin table last night. And I... I just don’t know how they’d treat her after that stupid article this morning knowing that I’m your friend. They could have been teasing her all day for all I know. I think they might have been... she looks like she’s been crying.”
Harry could feel his anger beginning to rise.
“Malfoy hasn’t been near her has she? Because if he has...”
Daphne looked horrified at the idea, but she shook her head.
“I don’t think so. We’re close. I think Astoria would have told me if he’d tried anything nasty. I think it’s just her friends picking on her a bit.”
Hermione’s furry ears twitched pensively. She thought that Astoria might also be feeling too afraid to leave Slytherin--too attached to her friends, afraid that she wouldn’t have any friends if she left--and feeling guilty for choosing Slytherin over her sister, but she didn’t really know how to say all of that to Daphne.
“Just tell her you love her Daphne,” Hermione finally said, “...and if anyone’s mean to her, we’ll do everything we can to look after her. I promise.”
Daphne gave Hermione a watery smile, and looked gratefully at Harry. She gave them both a hug and kissed them on the cheek before opening her door again.
“Thank you! Thank you both again. You two are the best... really!” Daphne almost said she loved them both but caught herself, not sure how they would take it--not sure what she meant.
Her cheeks turned crimson and she shut the door behind herself in confusion as tears filled her eyes. Daphne took several deep breaths and tried to compose herself before returning to Astoria.

~o0o~

“Got your cloak Potter?” Moody growled. Harry nodded, his arm around Hermione and ready to go.
“Good! Throw it over both of you and follow me.”
The grass was frozen, crunching underfoot. But only Mad Eye’s thumping footsteps carried through the moonlit night. The Auror guarding the front door hadn’t given them a second glance, seeing only Mad Eye leaving the castle to patrol the grounds. Once past Hagrid’s hut, and well into the Forbidden Forest, Harry ventured to ask a question, being careful to keep his voice low.
“So, what’s this all about Mr Moody?”
“We’re going to have a look at what you’ll be facing in the first task Potter.” Mad Eye replied quietly.
“Isn’t that against the rules?” Hermione’s disembodied voice asked. Mad Eye snorted.
“Poppycock! Reconnaissance is all part of the game Mrs Potter. The trick is to not get caught by anyone who matters...”
Hermione didn’t have a response to that. She jumped with a start when a nearby roar shook the trees. Moody stopped suddenly and whispered.
“Okay, don’t say a word right now, look where I’m pointing. What do you see?”
For a moment, Harry and Hermione couldn’t see a thing, but then they made out what looked like a person crouched under some bushes. Whoever it was, their attention was fully engaged on whatever was in the clearing ahead.
“That’s Karkaroff doing his boy’s work for him... Now that’s cheatin.’ If he’d brought Krum with him, that would be training, like I’m doing with you two.”
Mad Eye doubled back a bit with his two pupils, and then worked around a thicket and a copse of trees to approach the clearing from another direction. The trees shook again from another loud rumble and a flicker of orange light briefly lit up a few near the clearing. Moody stopped and pointed again--this time at two enormous shadowed figures.
“That’s Hagrid and his lady-friend, Madame Maxime.” Mad-Eye whispered, shaking his head with a low chuckle.
“Poor sap doesn’t realise he’s being had... Oh! She likes him well enough, but she’s also playin’ him so that she can get a look at what’s out here without being taken for a cheater. But again, without her student here, she’s doing all the work instead of givin’ her girl the opportunity to learn a bit about surveilling undercover.”
When the trio had finally finished traipsing around more trees and foliage to find another view of the clearing they came to a halt. Hermione had to cover her mouth to stop from from squealing. Her furry tail dipped, and her ears flattened in fright. Harry gasped, his heart thumping rapidly in his ears.
Dragons!
They could only make out one properly as the others appeared asleep. The wizard handlers were yelling at each other, and trying to stay out of reach of the dragon’s fiery outbursts of fury. They kept shooting red bolts of lightning from their wands at the dragon to little effect.
“Those are stunning spells.” Mad Eye whispered, “Lupin will be demonstrating the spell later this year, but I’ll be teachin’ it to you this week Potter, and training you how to use it properly in a fight. Mind you, it’s not very useful against dragons as you can see. You’d need at least a dozen wizards firing stunners all at once at a dragon to put ‘em out--there, you can see some more dragon handlers coming to help...”
They watched for a few more minutes before Mad Eye led Harry and Hermione away from the dragons. Hermione was silent, decidedly glad that Moody had thought it worth “breaking the rules” to show Harry what he would be facing. Indeed, she was fuming at the incredible indifference towards providing the champions adequate information to prepare them for their tasks. Then Hermione remembered that someone had instigated the tournament with the apparent goal of killing Harry.
Once they were far enough away from the clearing, and Moody was sure that nobody was around, he spoke again.
“So Potter, whaddya thinkin’ ?”
Harry smiled to himself. He knew Moody couldn’t see his face though, so he gave a little chuckle as he responded, startling his terrified wife.
“I’m thinking that I’ve got a good shot at this first task Mr Moody.”
Mad Eye was stunned at Harry’s nonchalance and pulled up short.
“Really? Just like that eh! What gives Potter?”
“I agree Harry,” Hermione complained with a frightened voice, “You must be joking. You have to take this seriously!”
“Runes,” Harry replied simply with a grin.
Mad Eye raised an eyebrow, wondering if the lad was crazy, then decided to let it go for the night. Hermione couldn’t talk. She felt like someone had just punched her in the stomach.

~o0o~

Harry and Hermione were tired, achy, and sore when they woke up the following morning. They felt a bit better after a hot shower. But Hermione wasn’t talking to Harry. She was still cross with him for being so casual about the dragons. She didn’t start talking again until after they picked up Daphne and started walking down to breakfast.
Hermione’s bushy tail wagged angrily as she whispered huffily to Daphne, walking slightly ahead of Harry. She told her everything that had happened last night. Daphne stopped suddenly before they reached the end of their corridor, and the two young witches both turned to glare at Harry.
“Hermione’s right Harry. Why aren’t you taking this seriously?”
“I am taking this seriously.” Harry sighed and knew that he’d have to explain himself with more than a one word answer. “According to Professor Babbling I’m brilliant at Runes. We learned fire protection runes three weeks ago. And I even beat Hermione on our last homework assignment on using Runes to ward against...”
“...dangerous magical creatures,” Hermione gasped, light suddenly dawning. She was crestfallen at how she’d treated Harry. “I’m so sorry Harry. I shouldn’t have got angry with you. I was just so scared... I don’t know what I’d do if--if...”
Tears welled in Hermione’s eyes, and Harry realised that he’d made a huge mistake. He swallowed guiltily and wiped a tear from her cheek, then reached his hand to stroke one of her furry ears.
“No, I’m sorry Hermione. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I... I was just so excited that I already knew how to deal properly with something as magical and dangerous as a dragon that I wasn’t paying attention to your feelings. I should have been clearer last night. No wonder Mad Eye looked at me like I was a nutter.”
Harry embraced his tearful wife and kissed her tenderly; a bounce returned to Hermione’s fluffy tail. Daphne flushed and looked away.
“I’m sorry Hermione. It won’t happen again. I promise,” Harry said softly.
The Great Hall was already half-full when Harry took his seat at the Mingling Table with Hermione on one side and Daphne on the other. Heads turned and the whispering began. Some Slytherins erupted into laughter, not even bothering to whisper.
“I’m surprised you let your pet eat at the table Potter! When are you going to put it on a leash?” yelled Montague.
“No! She’s a Succubus remember. Potter’s the one on a leash,” Pansy shrieked gleefully.
Several Gryffindors including Ron chortled. Dean got up, deciding he wasn’t hungry anymore, and departed the Hall.
At the same time, hearing the exchange as he entered the Great Hall, Cedric Diggory guffawed. A girl who had entered behind him gave Cedric a sharp slap to the back of the head and he stumbled forward nearly losing his balance. Angrily, he rubbed his head and made his way to the Hufflepuff table.
Feeling much better, Fleur marched over to the table with her sister and sat next to Hermione.
“Don’ worry ‘ermione. Ze Quibbler should be arriving sometime during breakfast. And by ze way, your husband ees ze only real Champion of ‘ogwarts.”
Fred and George sat themselves down next, glancing over at the Slytherin table, then back at Ron.
“George?”
“Yes Fred?”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
George smirked.
“Of course I am.”
Luna and Parvati sat next to Daphne, wondering what the Twins were on about, having missed the entire exchange. They peered questioningly at Hermione who just shrugged, as she really had no idea what the Twins were thinking. Harry had a pretty good idea though, but he kept it to himself.
By the time Neville and Ginny were seated, breakfast was already being served. A few minutes later, owls were dropping Quibblers on every table. Unfortunately for Hermione, they were also dropping dozens of letters into her porridge.
“I’ll take those Mrs Potter,” sighed the Headmaster, startling the entire table, who had yet again missed seeing him coming. Professor McGonagall stood beside him nodding approvingly at Dumbledore as he continued, “I expect it is all hate mail. It’s best if you don’t look at any of it.”
With a wave of Dumbledore’s wand, all of the letters vanished leaving only Quibblers. The cover featured neither Harry nor Hermione, nor any of their friends. But there were gasps from Neville and Parvati. The faces shown on the cover belonged to Mr Greengrass, Mr Patil, and Augusta Longbottom. The headline brought a lump to Harry’s throat.

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