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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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Hermione curled her furry tail around Harry as Professor McGonagall led them through the snow to the tent where the Champions were to wait while each of them had their turn in the dragon arena.
Harry had tried to eat some breakfast, but found that despite his confidence in his abilities, his stomach still roiled with anxiety. What if he’d made a mistake? Perhaps he should have tried a different set of runic symbols. What if the dragon attacked and he couldn’t dodge or get a shield charm up in time?
Harry was grateful that everyone had just kept quiet and left him to his thoughts that morning. He had given his Firebolt to Parvati and told her to hold on to it for him in the stands nearby, just in case. He didn’t really expect to need it. He hoped he wouldn’t.
When Harry entered the tent with his wife, all eyes turned to them. Krum appeared even grumpier than usual. Cedric gave Harry a nod, and tried to smile, but he looked like he was about to be sick. Fleur gave Harry and Hermione both a kiss on the cheek, but her usual radiance was muted by fear.
Bagman entered the tent followed by Crouch. Ludo was holding a purple sack in his hand and looking far too cheerful for Hermione’s taste. She knew something was off about him, and Crouch too for that matter. But there was really very little she could do about it.
Crouch’s darkness Hermione understood; his son had been exposed as a Death Eater in disguise, and his job was probably hanging by a thread. He would do whatever the new Minister told him to do. But Bagman was harder to read. He was a Ministry employee too, but all she knew for certain was that he didn’t have Harry’s best interests at heart.
Bagman held open the sack and urged the champions to each take the first item they touched, he fussed with the bag as it wriggled. Fleur reached in dejectedly and pulled out an animated replica of a Welsh Green dragon, the smaller, much less dangerous cousin of the Welsh Red.
Krum scowled and thrust his hand in as Bagman tried to stop the simulacrum dragons from squirming. The Durmstrang Champion pulled out a Chinese Fireball. Having done a lot of research over the last few weeks, Hermione and Harry both knew that Chinese dragons, while extremely dangerous if provoked, generally held humans in great regard and were highly sentient.
Bagman held the sack much more firmly when Cedric extended his shaking hand into it and retrieved a Swedish Short-snout. They were definitely ill-tempered and dangerous creatures, but not particularly large or agile.
Finally, with a sigh of resignation, Harry reached into the bag and pulled out the one which he’d seen in the clearing with Hermione and Mad Eye: the Hungarian Horntail. It was the largest and deadliest of all dragons--anywhere. None could compare to its size and viciousness. It was at least double the length of the Chinese Fireball, which was the second longest in the world, and was at least 5 times the mass.
Hermione’s blood began to boil, but she tried to keep her temper for her husband’s sake. Bagman caught the look in her eye and glanced away.
“Heheh!” the shifty-looking Ministry employee chuckled. “Well now that you’re all sorted, I can reveal your task. Nothing too risky mind you. All you have to do is grab the Golden Egg from the Dragon’s Nest...”
Hermione couldn’t help herself, her furry tail bristled and she lost it.
“Nesting Female Dragons?” she yelled furiously, “‘Nothing too risky?’ Are you bloody mad...?”
Bagman withered at the onslaught and backed up a few steps. He chuckled nervously again, and shared a look with Crouch.
“Well...er...that’s it then. Good luck all.” Ludo put his hand on Crouch’s shoulder and they hurriedly departed the tent before Hermione could really lay into them.
“It’s alright Hermione... I’ve got this.” Harry said quietly, much more calmly than he felt.
“I know Harry. I have utmost confidence in you,” Hermione responded firmly. Then she whispered anxiously, “It...it’s Fleur I’m more worried about.”
Harry had been nervous, but Hermione’s statement hit him hard. He had no real idea of the other champion’s strengths and weaknesses. He could only hope that their greater age and experience with magic would see them through this. Even Krum. Harry didn’t want to see anyone else get killed just because someone was trying to kill him.
“Hermione, maybe you should go and keep an eye on things. I’ll be alright by myself while I wait my turn. You’ve got your hand-mirror right?”
Hermione nodded at Harry.
“Good!” Harry continued, “I’ve got mine too. If it looks like things are going badly--for anyone--call me and I’ll be right there and I’ll do what I can.”
They kissed briefly, and Hermione tearfully exited the tent.
The clock ticked, and one by one, the champions met their beasts in turn. Harry could hear the dragons roaring and the crowd screaming, gasping, and cheering, as first Cedric, then Fleur, followed by Krum, entered the arena.
It was nearly an hour before Harry was called. He took several deep breaths to steel himself and departed the tent. The gate to the arena was only a few metres away and he strode resolutely towards it through the slush.
As Harry emerged from behind the boulders near the gate, the crowd went silent. Everyone wondered how the youngest Champion would handle the worst dragon of the lot.
Harry’s breath clouded in the biting air. The black dragon eyed him warily, hunched over her nest protectively. Harry stood rooted to his spot and cleared his mind. Slowly, without making any sudden movements, Harry slipped off his cloak. Then just as cautiously he removed his blazer and his shirt, while the audience drew a sharp breath in shock. They couldn’t fathom why anyone would remove their clothing in this weather.
Harry’s nipples hardened and goosebumps rose on his rune-covered naked torso. Harry stretched out his tattooed arms, openhanded, so that they dragon could see that he was unarmed. And carefully, Harry bowed to show his respect.
The dragon blinked twice, and visibly relaxed. She bowed her own horned head towards Harry, and lifted a wing invitingly. Only the sound of Harry’s footsteps could be heard as he steadily walked towards her. He pointed at the gold egg in her nest.
The dragon looked where Harry was pointing, then turned her amber slitted gaze back to Harry. She nodded, wisps of steam emerging from her nostrils. With her snout she carefully nudged the foreign object out of her nest, away from her own eggs. The golden egg rolled with an echoing clatter over the boulders and fell at his feet. Harry bowed again in gratitude, and picked up the egg, allowing a smile to creep to his face as he exited the arena.
The entire audience was stunned, not sure what had just happened. It didn’t make any sense. Where were the flames and violence? What happened to the running and the screaming?
They had expected action and a bloodbath--certainly not this.
Harry walked past the stony-faced dragon keepers and approached the tent. Only a red-headed dragon keeper who looked a bit like Arthur Weasley showed any emotion. He flashed a thumbs up and whispered, “Good Show Potter,” as Harry strode by, and pointed him towards the first-aid tent where the other Champions were being taken care of.
Harry began to turn blue and shivered violently when he entered the first aid tent. He cursed himself for not thinking of adding a rune to ward off the cold. His fingers were too stiff, and he fumbled his clothing. His golden egg tumbled to the floor. Madam Pomfrey rushed over to examine him and threw a blanket over Harry.
“Sit Mr Potter. Stay still, you’re going into shock.” Madam Pomfrey rushed back to the table and shot a dark look at Professor McGonagall. “Dementors, Dragons, what else are they going to throw at the boy Minerva?”
Professor McGonagall had no answer. Madam Pomfrey darted back to Harry’s side with a steaming potion, and pushed back Harry’s forehead. Gingerly, Poppy drizzled the potion into Harry's mouth and it flowed through his chattering teeth. Gradually, a glow of warmth emanated from his stomach, and filled his body. After a few minutes, his shivering stopped altogether and he felt much better.
“That should do it Mr Potter. You’ll be absolutely fine in a few more minutes.” Poppy's relief was profound.
After he put on his clothes, Harry made his way up to the stadium to find Hermione. He barely got to the stands when the bushy haired missile pounced on him, her furry tail twirling jubilantly.
“That was brilliant Harry!” Hermione shouted over the crowd, which had reverted to noisiness. “You were amazing. You were in and out in under three minutes. The next fastest was Krum, and he was over ten minutes, not to mention that his dragon went berserk and crushed some of her eggs--he lost a lot of points for that.”
They both turned around to watch the judges give their scores. Bagman and Crouch sat with the Headmasters. Bagman scowled at Harry, who had just lost him a lot of money. But he really didn’t have any choice. It would look extremely odd and raise a lot of questions about the integrity of the process to give someone who had just completed the first task to perfection less than a perfect score.
All the judges appeared to feel the same way, except for Karkaroff. One by one, each judge gave him a 10 except for the silver-haired Durmstrang Headmaster who gave Harry a 7.
Harry looked around for Luna, Parvati and Daphne with a big grin on his face, but the only person he spotted emerging from the stands and walking over to him had freckles and red hair. Ron gave Harry a tentative apologetic grin, but Harry’s features turned as icy as the Hogwarts grounds. This again.
“I’m sorry Harry! I mean it this time.” Ron said with as much sincerity as he could muster “You’d have to be barking to enter yourself...”
Harry’s stomach clenched. He waited a minute before responding and Ron’s ears began to turn pink.
“Really? You’ve got to be joking Ron!” Harry paused, looking for something in Ron’s demeanor which he couldn’t find. “You’re an arse Ron! A Bloody Selfish Arse! You think I like being bloody famous because Voldemort killed my parents and because I avoided becoming Dragon Food?” Harry’s voice began to rise, and people nearby turned to stare.
“You grew up with everything I never had Ron. Family. Friends. Three squares a day. Parents who love you. So what if you had some second-hand clothes? At least they bloody fit you. But you’ve always been jealous of ME haven’t you? Go on! Admit it.” Harry shouted.
Ron hung his head in shame. He knew Harry was right, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. Harry kept going.
“And look at how you always treat Hermione. That’s the real pisser Ron! You only like her when she’s doing your bloody homework. Well I’m over it. She’s my wife, and I’m not having it...” Harry thundered.
Tears began to run down Hermione’s face as she saw how worked up Harry was getting. She put her hand on his arm.
“Please Harry. It’s alright...”
“No it’s not! It’s not alright Hermione. I’m not going to let a bloody selfish git like this pig use you again.” Harry could see that he was upsetting Hermione though, so he turned back to Ron, and tried to bring his temper under control.
“It’s not all about you Ron. You need to fucking grow up and get over yourself! Maybe some day we can be friends again, but not today. Not like this...” Harry swallowed, remembering the good bits of their friendship, and a tear trickled down one cheek.
“Maybe someday...” Harry said quietly. “I don’t know why I still care about you, but I do. But we’ll never be best mates again Ron.” Harry turned away from Ron and gently took his wife’s arm.
“Come on Hermione, let’s go. I don’t feel in the mood to celebrate, or feel like being around anyone else right now.”
Hermione gave Ron an angry glare, then turned her back on him too as she marched back to the castle with her husband.
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