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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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When Daphne woke the following morning, she felt Hermione against her back, with her arm and fluffy ginger tail curled around her. So it hadn’t been a dream after all, she mused happily, but she didn’t remember coming to bed. Daphne was still wearing her schoolclothes, but Hermione was clad in a simple white nightgown.
Harry set some tea on the nightstand next to the bed and gave Daphne a kiss on the forehead.
“Morning Daphne."
He looked softly into Daphne’s bleary blue-green eyes with his own startling green ones, and she began to recall how she’d drifted off in his arms in the settee while Hermione was kissing her last night. But Harry’s lips against her skin reminded her that she had felt them brush against her hair while he had continued his gentle massage.
Daphne wanted to give him a real kiss, but she wasn’t sure if it would be okay with Hermione. Hermione stirred beside her and sat up grinning.
“It’s alright Harry, I think Daphne would like a proper kiss good morning.”
Harry’s eyes smiled as he bent down and kissed Daphne on the lips. His lips felt so soft against hers, like Hermione’s had. It was the nicest kiss she’d ever had from a boy--not that she’d had many.
The other two times had felt clumsy and rough. One had been administered by a thickhead under mistletoe last Christmas, and the other had been given to her without warning by someone she had come to truly loathe.
Hermione leaned over Daphne and kissed Harry properly too. Daphne returned to her quarters in a daze to get cleaned up and put on fresh clothes for breakfast while the Potters showered and dressed.
Someone was already sitting at the Mingling Table when the three young wizards arrived in the Great Hall. Harry settled into his seat directly opposite the Headmaster’s and grinned at Dean, who was smiling a bit sheepishly.
“Hullo Harry. I’ve missed you in Gryffindor. I never realised how many prats we had in our House until recently. I think I like it better over here.”
“I’ve missed you too Dean. Thanks for joining us. It’ll be nice to have someone to fly with again. Taking the Twins on two on one isn’t exactly fun... more like begging for a bludger to the noggin.”
“Oi Harry...”
“...I think we resent that.”
But the chuckles and winks Fred and George gave Harry as they sat down with Angelina in between them suggested otherwise. Fleur gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek before taking Gabrielle to sit next to Daphne so that Luna and Parvati could sit next to Hermione when they arrived.
Ginny whispered something in Fred’s ear before sitting down with Neville next to Dean. Fred grinned and nodded. Harry raised his eyebrows and Hermione’s ears twitched questioningly.
“You’ll see soon enough.” George snickered.
Partway through breakfast the owls began their usual post routine. Ron had received a small packet, as had two Slytherins. A smattering of envelopes arrived for Hermione, but they thankfully landed on the table beside her plate for a change.
Harry wondered if he should ask the Headmaster to check them, but noticed that they all had hearts or little flowers scrawled on them. Harry picked up the envelopes tentatively and Hermione nodded when he glanced at her. Carefully Harry opened one.
His eyes grew watery as he and Hermione read the first one which gushed happily that Harry had found someone so kind and deserving to share his life with. Another expressed gratitude that Hermione was filling the hole in Harry’s life left by the death of his parents. And yet another thanked her profusely for setting such a wonderful example for muggleborns everywhere to aspire to.
Harry and Hermione were snapped out of their reverie by yells and bursts of laughter. They looked up from the letters to see a very strange sight.
Ron had been so thrilled to receive a parcel--even such a small one--that he didn’t bother looking to see who it had come from. He tore it open excitedly. He wasn’t sure what it was though. It seemed a bit too small to be a belt and there was no watch-fob on the leather strap. Rather, it was dotted with metal studs.
As he puzzled over it, the strap wriggled in his hands and came to life. He dropped it with a gasp of fright, but the thing flew at him from the table and wrapped itself around his neck. Ron whimpered and grabbed at it, trying vainly to unbuckle it as the buckle had vanished leaving only a solid metal ring and unfurling chain in its place.
The other end of the chain whizzed past Seamus’s startled face and scrambled eggs spilled from his mouth. With a rattle and a loud clink, The chain met two others in middle of the Great Hall which appeared to be attached to Slytherins. Pansy shrieked and Montague hollered as the chains began to tighten, dragging them away from the Slytherin table.
Ron was pulled to his feet and he staggered across the floor moaning until he found himself nose to nose with the two Slytherins. The three of them struggled, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Seconds after meeting in the middle of the Hallway their robes and outer clothes vanished.
Pansy and Ron turned crimson in mortification, because neither of them had bothered with underwear that morning, though both for entirely different reasons. Only Montague maintained that small measure of dignity. Fred and George collapsed on the floor in laughter as the three of them stumbled out of the Great Hall together.
Pansy was shrieking as Ron unintentionally kept bumping into her with his uncontrollable swelling.
“That idiot...” howled George.
“Mum always told him to that it would only take another two seconds to put on underwear before breakfast...” Fred wheezed.
“...and that she was tired of cleaning stains off his shorts.”
“We thought Ron had learned his lesson after the gnomes pantsed him once though.”
“I suppose not...” George snorted.
“Can I open my eyes now?” Ginny asked.
“It’s alright Ginny. They’re gone now.” Luna said with a big grin. Parvati was crying from laughing so hard, and nearly fell out of her own chair. Fleur and Gabrielle giggled.
Hermione couldn’t help herself. She felt terribly guilty, but she hadn’t been able to stop herself from giggling, and her bushy tail swished mirthfully.
“You two are dreadful...” she managed to chastise the Twins, but with little indication of any actual indignation. A part of her felt like this had been a long time coming.

~o0o~
Harry’s practice in the fake dragon arena in the Room of Requirement over the next couple of weeks improved his skills immensely. He had learned how to dodge, roll, and tumble. And Parvati showed him how to perform a few gymnastics such as cartwheels and a simple air-flip, much to Moody’s approval, and everyone’s surprise. Parvati explained that she and Padma had learned how to do them one summer after being taken to a circus.
Harry had also become relatively quick with cushioning charms--but that was the one spell he felt the least confident in. He had become quite proficient with the Aguamenti Charm though.
Harry’s aim with stunners had become extremely accurate after a week and a half of practice. And Moody had to order an entire stock of snitches as Harry’s stunning spells had proved explosively powerful.
Harry, the three cat-witches, and Daphne gradually increased their strength and stamina, and the aches and pains of workouts lessened considerably. But Mad Eye had gathered a small supply of Madam Pomfrey’s calming draughts and doled them out anyway after the first night that he’d seen how much pain Daphne had been in.
“These aren’t pain-killers,” he had said gruffly, “You shouldn’t need those unless you actually injure yourselves. But they’ll help a bit if you’ve had a particularly rough workout.”
Harry studied his Runework with just as much dedication while Hermione helped him translate to find the most useful combination of symbols. He practiced painting them on his skin while looking in a mirror which Hermione had charmed to show him an unreversed image of himself.

~o0o~
After a week and a half, and several letters back and forth, Draco received two packages in the post. His eyes narrowed when he addressed Crabbe, Goyle, and Nott in the Slytherin Common Room during breakfast. Warrington and Flint were eating in their dorm, tired of hanging out with Draco and the other Third Year detainees, and that was just fine with Malfoy. The less people who knew about this the better.
“Right you lot.” Draco addressed his gang with an authoritative glare, “Now don’t forget who’s boss around here. If any of you rat me out, I’ll make sure Fenrir Greyback knows how to find you. He’s done some work for Father before, so don’t think that I don’t know him and that I’m just pretending.”
Draco’s gang nodded their heads fearfully. They had no doubt about that, as their fathers had also done some “work” for the Malfoy Warlock on occasion. Draco opened the first parcel and his three minions oohed with awe.
Draco’s new wand was a masterpiece of construction, 10 inches of ebony stained wood with a carved spiral along its length. Its grip was a silver serpent’s head which glittered in the flickering light of the common room fire.
“It’s a Gregorovitch Wand made to order based on the specifications of the wand that Snape stole from me. Gehlen says Gregorovitch makes Ollivander look like an amateur.”
Pleased with the way it felt in his hand, Draco waved it about and tried a couple of simple transfigurations. His mug turned into a mouse and scurried away. Delighted, Draco opened his second parcel. His gangs’ eyes all widened, and they gasped as one as Draco carefully unfolded a silvery piece of fabric.
“This, was much harder to come by, and it was bloody expensive” said Draco proudly. “Gehlen tracked down an Italian Wizard who makes really good ones--but he only makes two or three a year. I was very lucky that he had one in stock.”

~o0o~
A week before the First Task, a blizzard blew into Scotland from the North Sea. The first proper snow of the season. Harry and the girls took an afternoon off after the storm died to play in the snow with Neville and Ginny, the twins, and Dean. They built two snowmen and animated them with charmed Top-hats which the Twins had invented. Harry was surprised, because he didn’t think they’d ever seen any muggle television.
“We got the idea from some muggle boys who live in the village near us one Christmas,” Fred admitted.
They all cheered the snowmen on as they wrestled and pummeled each other into powder. Following that, they had a snowball fight: Harry, Hermione, Daphne, and the other two Cat Witches vs the Weasleys, Neville, and Dean. Harry delighted in shooting the snowballs thrown by the other team out of the air with stunners, and Team Weasley finally conceded defeat to Team Cat Witch.
By the time November 23 rolled around, the day before the First Task, Harry and Hermione were both convinced he was ready. Harry had decided which Runes he thought would be most effective. Hermione agreed with him that it was best to prepare them the night before.
Daphne blushed when Harry took off his shirt to paint the Runes on his skin with a special ink which would be indelible until he used a charm to remove it. Harry’s slight build was even more cut than it had been when he’d been playing Quidditch. An image of Bruce Lee flashed through Hermione’s mind and she purred, turning a bit pink herself.
Hermione and Daphne wanted Harry to go to sleep early so that he would be well rested. But Harry was too nervous. So they cuddled and shared kisses together by the crackling fire in the Potters’ sitting room with hot cups of cocoa until they drifted off to sleep one by one.
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