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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’s stomach churned. He didn’t really like that Mr Lovegood’s article revealed the Muggle Media coverage of Uncle Vernon’s arrest for his crimes against Harry. But he could see how it would make Hermione a much more sympathetic character for wizard audiences.
Harry was startled to see even Fred and George tearing up. Like everyone else in the wizard world, they’d had no idea how bad things really had been for Harry, because he’d never liked talking about it. The Twins had just thought the Dursleys were pushy gits who yelled at Harry and didn’t feed him properly.
Daphne was sobbing. She leaned into Harry’s shoulder and put her arm around him, coming into contact with Hermione’s furry tail which had also curled around Harry to comfort him. The article went on to describe how Harry had become Hermione’s closest friend at Hogwarts after an unusual potions accident had caused her to be shunned by nearly the entire school.
Wendy Widdershin recounted the joy of witnessing the exceedingly rare Spontaneous Unbreakable Vow for the first time in her life, the day she’d administered the Potters' marriage vows in Madam Puddifoot’s Wedding Parlour.
Mr Patil described Harry and Hermione fearlessly putting a stop to an attempted vicious gang rape by Death Eaters at the World Cup (though he thankfully left out the details of the Potters' unclothed condition at the time). He expressed great pride in his daughter for standing up to fellow Gryffindors to protect Hermione from their bullying after her potions mishap.
Madam Longbottom revealed that Hermione had helped her grandson finally achieve success at Hogwarts. And Mr Greengrass was quoted as saying that Mr Potter was "one of the finest examples of Gryffindor bravery he’d ever heard of," and that he was proud that his daughter had crossed House lines to become Harry’s friend--though he wasn’t at liberty to speak about the occurrence which had led to their friendship due to “ongoing investigations.”
The Delacours expressed delight that their eldest daughter had found kindness and acceptance with Hogwarts' youngest Champion and his wife.
And most remarkable of all, somehow Mr Lovegood had managed to convince the Gringott's Goblins to acknowledge that the Estate of James and Lily Potter amounted to little more than a single-family dwelling and one lonely vault befitting a thoroughly middle-class lifestyle.
“I suppose the Headmaster and Daddy decided the grownups’ interviews would be more convincing.” Luna mused aloud. “It looks like he used some of our interviews more for background information.”
Hermione nodded but didn’t say anything. She noted to herself with much satisfaction that there was not a single word about crumple-horned snorkacks in the entire special edition of the Quibbler. Nor one word about the late Minister’s alleged penchant for cooking Goblins in pies.
But there were some extremely interesting Features about the darkening mood of the Wizengamot, and an article challenging the Ministry’s version of events surrounding Cornelius Fudge’s assassination. The employment of Dementors by the Ministry was also brought into question. The Quibbler had apparently taken on a decidedly hard-hitting and credible political bent.
There wasn’t a single dry eye at the Mingling Table that morning, and breakfast largely went uneaten.
It was difficult to determine the overall mood of the rest of the student body. But the confusion of trying to reconcile two such completely different narratives had most students doing their best to ignore the Unaffiliated’s and their friends.
Only a few determined scowlers at the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables sustained their dirty looks... and the Slytherins nearly as a whole of course. But Daphne was gratified to see that several of Astoria’s girl-friends were hugging her and appeared apologetic. That was something at least.

~o0o~

Draco venomously hurled his copy of the Quibbler into the Slytherin Common Room fireplace.
“Bloody Potter and his Halfbreed Pussy! Fuck them and that Greengrass Whore! Under ‘ongoing investigation’ am I? Bring me a quill and some parchment at once Crabbe,” Malfoy snarled.
Crabbe followed his orders. Moments later, Draco was furiously scribbling a letter to his Durmstrang friend. Draco still had a substantial sum of money in his private account at Gringotts, even if it could no longer be refilled from the vaults of the Malfoy Estate. And he was determined to see it put to good use.

~o0o~

“You coming Harry? We don’t want to be late for Arithmancy”
“Just a moment Hermione. I need a word with Cedric.”
Hermione frowned, and hoped that Harry wasn’t going to do anything foolish.
“Oi, Diggory.”
Cedric scowled at Harry.
“What do want Potter? Your girlfriend Fleur already cuffed me one for laughing at you. Don’t think that Quibbler article changed anything between you and me, you little glory-hound.”
“You had it coming you prat.” Harry returned Cedric’s glare. “And I’d give you a swift kick in the bollocks myself for being a bloody stupid arse if I thought it would do any good. But that’s not why I want to talk to you.”
“What then?” Cedric snapped.
“Dragons!” Harry replied curtly.
“What...? What are you on about Potter?” Cedric was puzzled now. “What are you playing at?”
“The first task is Dragons. Just thought you should know, seeing as you’re the only Champion that doesn’t know yet.”
Now Cedric was really confused. Was Potter having him on? Trying to trip him up?
“Get out of it Potter! Why would you tell me?” Cedric snarled.
Which was a good question. Harry wasn’t entirely sure why he was telling Cedric. The git was obviously too thick to see that Harry was an unwilling participant. Harry really didn’t like unfairness. That was all it really came down to.
“All the other Champions know already. It’s only fair. Though if you were a Slytherin, I’d probably let you find out the hard way. But I don’t think Sprout would appreciate that--she’s a good person. Mind you, she should’ve taken you to see them firsthand though. They’re in the Forest--go look for yourself.”
Cedric shot a look at Professor Sprout, who was just leaving the Staff table with Mr Moody, and caught her eye. She didn’t seem pleased with her Champion at all. Cedric gulped. He flushed in shame as the verity of his uncouth behaviour suddenly washed over him. He glanced back at Harry and saw that he wasn’t lying.
“Dragons? Really?” Cedric said plaintively, looking really small.
Harry’s features softened. He could see that his rival had finally made a breakthrough.
“Yeah Diggory! Really!” Harry sighed, “I just don’t want to see you get killed.”
“Th...thanks Potter. I still don’t really understand why you’re being nice to me. But I owe you one.”
“Just be nice to my wife and friends. That’s all I really care about, alright!?” Finished, Harry turned on his heel and left Cedric to stew in his own disgrace.
Daphne knew that she shouldn’t be surprised by Harry’s graciousness, but it was still one of the most endearing selfless acts that she’d ever witnessed. She bit her lip and shared a look with Hermione, who was purring softly and tearing up.
“That’s why I love Harry.” Hermione said meaningfully.

~o0o~

After classes, Harry and Hermione were surprised to find Mad Eye waiting when they got to the Room of Requirement for their daily exercises. They thought he wasn’t meeting with them again until Thursday.
“I heard what you said to the Diggory boy Potter.” Moody’s eye bore into Harry. “That was something else. Never seen anything quite like it. Except for your mum though. She’s the only other one I’ve ever seen who could dress someone down good and proper for bein’ a berk and give ‘em a chance at the same time. It’s good to see that you can tell the difference between a bloody pompous jackass and a Death Eater.” Mad Eye paused, before continuing.
“Anyway, I’m really here about your plans for fighting dragons...”
“Yeah, about that...” Harry began as he flushed in abashment.
“You're alright Potter,” Mad Eye said gruffly, “I spoke to Professor Babbling to find out what you were on about. And you’re right. Seems like you do stand a good chance. But overconfidence kills. You can never put all your eggs in one basket Potter.”
“You always need a back-up plan--or two. I’ll show you a few things tomorrow. For now, just get crackin’ on your calisthenics.”
Daphne joined Harry and the three cat-witches at the Room of Requirement the following evening. Moody had everyone do an hour of exercises before he began teaching them all how to perform shield charms and stunning spells and had them practice on each other. He rebuked Harry more than once for being too soft on the girls. But after an hour Mad Eye grudgingly approved of Harry’s progress.
While everyone lay moaning on the floor, Moody discussed some alternative options for fighting dragons.
“Right then Potter! I reckon you’ll do just fine with those Runes if you’re as good as Babbling says. But you’ll need to practice the Aguamenti Charm for water just in case your fire protection rune isn’t effective. If you get that shield charm perfected in time, it’ll actually protect against dragon-fire, but it has to be a bloody powerful shield--and most wizards just have to dodge the flames.”
“You also might want to consider summoning your broom for extra maneuverability--I hear you’re good at flyin’--but remember, dragons were born to fly. It’s almost impossible to outfly a dragon unless you’re the best.”
"I told you the other night that it’d take at least a dozen wizards firin’ simultaneous stunners to bring down a dragon, but there are exceptions to that rule. In muggle myths, the hero always goes for a weak spot, but the fact is that there are no weak spots on a dragon except for the eyes and inside the mouth--the only spots on a dragon which aren’t armoured. Aiming for a dragon’s mouth with a spell is problematic for obvious reasons.”
“But if you can hit a dragon in the roof of its mouth with a stunner, it’ll drop like a sack of potatoes. Same with the eyes. If you hit a dragon in the eyes when they’re open, it’ll go down with one good shot. So practice your aim, and you won’t need the girls for that. Try using a snitch. If you can hit a snitch with a stunner, you can hit a dragon in the the roof of the mouth or the eye.”
“Timing is important. After a burst of flame, it’ll take a dragon about 3 seconds before it can shoot another burst. So wait until after the first burst, then fire a stunner before it can get the next load of fuel into its jets. Again, as small and fast as snitches are, practicin’ with those will give you the best chance.”
“If I were you Potter, I’d spend at least an hour and a half a day working on what I just told you, on top o’ your hour of calisthenics. On Saturday, we’ll get this room set up like a dragon arena so you can start practicing dodging techniques and cushioning charms to prevent broken limbs if you crash into a boulder.”
“Whatever you do, don’t try transfigurin’ anything to distract it, dragons’ll always be more interested in you. Stick with the basics, and don’t try any other fancy stuff you might see in books, and you’ll get through this Potter--and as always, stay alert--Constant Vigilance!” Mad Eye concluded with a roar.
“Is he always like that?” Daphne grumbled after Moody stumped out of the room. “I hurt all over.”
“Yes!” everyone else groaned simultaneously.
On the way back to their respective accommodations, Hermione walked ahead for a few minutes with Parvati and Luna talking quietly while Harry helped Daphne totter through the hallways.
There was a bit of giggling, tail waving, and nodding, and all three of them glanced back to make sure that Harry was doing alright with Daphne. The other two cat-witches kissed Hermione goodnight and Hermione rejoined Harry to help him half-carry poor Daphne the rest of the way to their own corridor.
It was nearly dinner-time, but nobody really had the energy to clean-up and change for the Great Hall. Daphne was too worn out to realise that she was in Harry and Hermione’s chambers until they settled her on their settee. Harry pulled the last vial of “cheering potion” from his robes and gave it to the girl in pain.
“I think you need this more than us Daphne.” Harry gave her a soft smile. “We’ve had a couple of days to sort of get used to the aches.”
Daphne nodded and swallowed the draught while Harry and Hermione opened butterbeers and asked Dobby to bring them dinner. A few moments later, she felt some relief. The aches and pains were still there, but the pleasant tingles of the potion made them seem not so bothersome.
By the time they were done with dinner, Daphne still felt sore, but much better. Harry was sitting beside her on the settee, gently massaging her shoulders, having already finished eating.
“Thanks for dinner, I suppose I should get going...” she said a bit sadly.
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to Daphne. Please stay.” Hermione implored. She brushed Daphne’s golden strands of hair from her eyes, as she had the first night Daphne had sat crying on their settee. Daphne’s heart fluttered; she didn’t know what to do, but her anxiety seemed blunted. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it?
Hermione leaned in closer to Daphne as she purred, her bushy tail flicking happily. Harry’s fingers were still tenderly kneading the sore spots in Daphne's upper back and shoulders.
“We love you too!” Hermione whispered. Their lips met, and Daphne melted into the settee.
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