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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 urged her heartbroken husband to swig the entire vial of “cheering potion.” She could see how much Ron still meant to Harry--and how much it had hurt Harry to let him go. But she knew Harry had done the right thing. Everything he had said was true.
Harry needed people around him who loved him for who he really was right now, not people wounded by their own fragile egos and delusions. Harry had enough problems without having to deal with jealous fair-weather friends. Hermione could feel Harry’s silent tears dampening her fluffy tail while she cuddled him.
“I love you Hermione,” Harry whispered just before he fell asleep.
Harry felt much better after the nap. When he woke up, Hermione was having tea with Daphne.
“That was unbelievable Harry. How did you do that?” Daphne asked.
“I used runes which spelled out ‘dragon friend.’” Harry replied. “Mind you, I didn’t know if it would work. I’m not sure they would have if I’d had my wand in my hand.”
“That’s why I took my cloak and shirt off and showed that I was unarmed. Then I bowed to show respect, like Hagrid taught us with hippogriffs at the beginning of the year. Dragons are a lot like people, they just want to be respected.”
Daphne frowned in puzzlement.
“But why don’t all dragon handlers do that then?”
“Because most dragon handlers are like most other wizards,” Hermione began in her ‘schoolteacher’ voice. But the tone also had an edge of bitterness. “They don’t actually treat dragons with the kindness or respect deserved by sentient beings. They treat dragons as animals to be locked up in zoos, or beasts of burden, or as enemies to be subdued.”
“Harry’s right. The runes wouldn’t have worked by themselves. They just told the dragon that he was a friend. If he hadn’t acted like a friend, the dragon would have still attacked him.”
Tears of shock and terror filled Daphne’s eyes.
“Wait, you mean that Harry was totally unprotected then? He put down his wand too?”
Harry nodded.
“Well, I did use a fire protection rune too... just in case. But I was still scared to death that it would just eat me.”
Daphne flung herself on Harry with a sob and nearly knocked him off the settee.
“Hermione’s right Harry. You are the nicest, bravest boy. I can’t believe you did that. You could’ve been killed.”
Hermione purred, and gave Harry and Daphne both a kiss.
~o0o~

“You’re joking! You can’t be serious...” Draco was stunned. “Potter approached the dragon... unarmed... and it just GAVE him the egg?”
Blaize smirked at Malfoy’s disconcertion. He loved getting a rise out of him. It was just too easy to provoke the smarmy little coward.
“I know you’ve got something planned Draco. But you’d better watch yourself. I saw Potter have a go at Weasley after he finished with the dragon. I don’t think he’s going to be inclined to dole out anymore second chances to people who don’t treat him or his friends right. And if he can stand up to a dragon unarmed, I don’t think he’s going to be put off by whatever you’ve got going on.”
The blood drained from Draco’s face, and he wondered if he should just give it up.
But when Zabini left the common room, Malfoy flushed in anger. He’d show Potter--and that Greengrass Bitch! He’d show Mother, and Dumbledore too! He’d show them all what it meant to be a Malfoy. He was of Noble Blood, and no peasants or blood-traitors were going to stand in the way of him claiming what was rightfully his!
Unfortunately, it looked like things would have to wait until after Christmas now. The Third Year Hogsmeade visit had been postponed due to a local sighting of Sirius Black.
~o0o~

Severus poured himself another shot of Ogden’s Finest and checked the door of his office again to make sure it was well and truly locked. His features, so used to being inscrutable or angry, were unused to the flush of grief and shame. And for the second time since he had come to know Harry James Potter, he allowed himself to feel things he hadn’t felt in years.
Harry had proved today, yet again, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he was truly Lily’s son.
His bravery, his steadfastness, and his generosity of spirit--not just with a highly sensitive magical being, but also with someone Harry had once counted as a friend. Severus had witnessed the upbraiding which the Weasley boy truly deserved, and he’d seen the forgiveness in his eyes that Harry had so desired to give him, but properly withheld for a true display of repentance.
Severus knew that he himself didn’t deserve that forgiveness which Harry held in his heart. But he knew that one day--soon--he would have to tell Harry the truth about what he had done. The truth burned like brimstone in his soul, and if he didn’t reveal it, he knew it would kill him. He could live with the spectre of his own death, but he couldn’t live for much longer with the knowledge that Harry deserved the Truth.
~o0o~

That evening at dinner, the Headmaster announced that preparations were being made for a Yule Ball for Third Years and above to celebrate good tidings with their friends from the Continent. Professor McGonagall followed up Dumbledore’s Speech with one of her own, and announced that dancing lessons were to be held after classes, and that anyone who wished to attend the Yule Ball would be required to take them.
Fleur was perplexed though. The Champions were required to have “dates,” partners to dance with as they would be leading the Ball Room. There was only one person she wanted to ask to the dance, but she was already married. Steeling her nerve, Fleur addressed Hermione quietly at the table just as dinner was concluding.
“ ‘ermione, may I please speak wiz you and your ‘usband when you are alone. Eet...eet ees ‘ard for me to speak of what I wish here.”
Hermione smiled and flicked her furry tail.
“Certainly Fleur. Harry, you don’t mind do you?”
Harry shook his head.
“Of course not...”
Parvati grinned at Hermione significantly and took Luna’s hand.
“We’ll see you later Hermione. Luna and I have to get going so we can spend a bit of time together before curfew and start planning for the Yule Ball.”
Fleur followed the Potters and Daphne back to the Unaffiliated’s corridor. When they arrived, Daphne glumly made to return to her own chambers. Hermione touched her arm gently.
“It’s alright Daphne, why don’t you join us too!” Hermione glanced at Fleur apologetically, “Erm... sorry Fleur, but this will be easier if we just get this all over with right now.”
Fleur and Daphne peered awkwardly at each other as they settled in armchairs across from the Potters in their sitting room. Harry gave Hermione a questioning look. He felt a bit anxious himself. He wasn’t sure what was going on, and he didn’t want anyone’s feelings to get hurt. Hermione gave his hand a squeeze and smiled sweetly at him.
“Harry, would you mind if you and I both took Fleur and Daphne to the Ball together?”
~o0o~
Ron and Seamus grumbled all the way back to the common room.
“D’you suppose we really need dates to go to the Ball?” Ron sighed dejectedly. He couldn’t imagine any girl wanting to go with him after recent events. But it was a party, and he really wanted to go.
“Nah! I don’ remember anyone sayin’ we had to have dates. Just the Champions.” Seamus replied, “But we’ll have to take McGonagall’s dance classes. I’m not lookin’ forward ta that.”
Ron groaned.
“Blimey! That’s rubbish!”
“Come on Ron. Don’ be like that. Let’s just take McGonagall’s class an’ get it over with.”
~o0o~

“Oh stop it you two,” Poppy snapped at Minerva and Albus, who both shifted uncomfortably in their seats at the Staff Table when the Potter’s arrived at the Yule Ball arm in arm with Misses Delacour and Greengrass.
“The Potters aren’t the only one’s sharing dates." Poppy said, pointing to the hors d'oeuvres table, "The Weasley Twins are both right over there with Miss Johnson.”
Minerva looked faint and Poppy rolled her eyes at her. Albus took off his spectacles and massaged the bridge of his nose with a huge sigh.
He must be getting old, Albus thought as he recalled his own numerous excursions to muggle nightclubs in 1960’s and 70’s London. When had he become such a fuddy duddy? Of course he’d only gone with his on again/off again partner Elphias Doge. But Albus recalled seeing numerous others sharing partners at the time. Albus had thought such times long gone, but he supposed certain trends came and went like the tides.
Neville and Ginny greeted the Potters and their dates warmly.
“You look gorgeous Hermione,” Ginny said in amazement, admiring Hermione’s mauve evening dress. Its elegant low cut enhanced her double-breasted curves beautifully. Hermione’s Golden-Brown hair was sleek and pulled back with delicate curls framing her face. Her furry cat ears peeked out and twitched happily, and her fluffy tail bobbed in delight.
“I had a little help from Daphne and Fleur,” Hermione giggled. She spotted Luna approaching with her dreamy smile and waved at her. Luna was wearing a canary yellow ball gown that went over one shoulder. They gave each other a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“Where’s Parvati?” Hermione asked.
“Oh, she’s over there talking to Pansy.” Luna replied evenly, pointing to the entrance of the Great Hall.
“NO! You’re joking!” Harry’s jaw dropped.
Harry, Fleur, and Hermione all looked where Luna was pointing, and sure enough there was a very red-faced contrite looking Pansy Parkinson conversing quietly with Parvati.
“She apologised for being mean,” Luna said simply. “I think she’s gone off boys a bit herself now.”
Ron and Seamus hovered by the punch bowl, gawking at all the girls in evening gowns, then Ron saw Viktor Krum arrive with Lavender Brown. Krum was wearing an elegantly tailored black tuxedo and burgundy cloak. He looked a lot more cheerful than he had of late.
Seamus saw Ron ogling Krum and rolled his eyes, feeling slightly jealous.
“I’ve got a flask of Firewhiskey mate.” Seamus said, “Me pappy sent it to me in the post. Let’s go have a nip, eh!?”
That got Ron’s attention. Seamus and Ron ambled out of the foyer of Hogwarts into the courtyard. Snow crunched underfoot, but they were both dressed warmly enough. They found a bush behind a bench which hid them from prying eyes. Seamus chuckled when Ron coughed on the burning liquid.
“An’ there I thought ye were an experienced drinker Ronny boy. Here, have another. It’ll smooth out soon enough.”
As the pair of young wizards shared another sip from the flask, Hagrid and Madame Maxime plonked heavily on the bench with a slight cracking sound in front of the bush they were hiding behind. They both silently groaned when Hagrid began to whisper sweet nothings in Olympe’s gigantic ear. It looked like they might be awhile.
Cedric and Cho Chang began the dance, then Fleur led Hermione onto the dancefloor followed by Harry and Daphne. Krum put down the drink he was nursing and led Lavender to the floor. As they waltzed slowly past Hermione and Fleur, Lavender flushed and buried her face in Krum’s chest. Neville and Ginny joined shortly after, and soon the dancefloor was full.
Hermione and Harry both switched partners on the next dance, and then took the last waltz together as Daphne and Fleur paired up. Hermione curled her tail around Harry, and mused at how much his dancing had improved since their visit to the London Nightclub at Easter. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes and their lips met.
When the waltzes stopped, and Lada Gaga took over the stage with Selena Gomez, the Hall erupted into cheers. The students couldn’t believe their luck at having two of the world’s most famous Musical Witches partnered up for their Yule Ball.
As the loud booms of the beats rocked the Great Hall, Dumbledore started to tap his toes and nod his head, his eyes twinkling merrily. Maybe he wasn’t feeling so old after all he thought, as the dance-rhythms took him back a few decades. He raised his eyebrows at McGonagall and held out his hand. Minerva pursed her lips and shook her head.
“I’ll take this dance, Albus,” giggled Poppy as she took his hand instead.
@ Aron: Well, judging from the time of your last review, it's hard for me to tell where you are at the moment. But if you should come across this response, it's worth me pointing out that you will find a lot of crossover material between this story and Moments in Love - particularly from the Triwiz tournament on.
They're basically two different versions of the same storyline. This is the catgirl!Hermione, Harry/Hermione + friends with benefits, extra-super-duper-smutty, hentai, timeshifted, satire version of the story... ;-)
And you'll eventually see - if you read all the way through - that Ron actually doesn't come off too bad in these stories. In fact, I daresay that I treat Ron's character better than Rowling does in the end - I think he actually comes across a bit more apologetic and likeable (eventually) in my version. ;-)
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