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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its associated properties. They belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from the production of this work.

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AN: The lemon in this chapter is standard for this fic, but the end scene implies some male "slash."
Finally rising after a long snog, Olympe stumbled and giggled when Hagrid caught her. The two drunk boys hiding in the bushes behind them breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the two half-giants headed back to the Ballroom.
Thankfully the magical properties of firewhiskey had protected Ron and Seamus from the freezing night. And fortunately for Ron and Seamus, the two famous musical witches had just begun performing a second set after a long break.
Shortly after midnight the Yule Ball was brought to a close. Luna and Parvati kissed the Potters goodnight, and snuck up to the Seventh Floor. The Gryffindor Common Room filled as Fred and George’s after-party kicked into gear. Ron and Seamus were smashed though, and when Dean began making out with a fifth year girl, and Neville began snogging Ginny, they both decided it was time to get some sleep.
They staggered past Fred and George who had Angelina sandwiched between them. She was giggling gleefully, as she prepared herself to fulfill another longheld fantasy.

~o0o~

Hermione leaned the tipsy Daphne against Harry as she opened the door to the Potters’ chambers. She planned to have a little chat later with the Twins about why spiking a punch bowl intended for use by everyone was more than a bit irresponsible. But in the meantime, nobody had come to any harm, and she was feeling pleasantly tingly herself. She turned to smile invitingly at their other date.
“Would you like to join us Fleur?”
Fleur very much wanted to, but she eyed Daphne and returned Hermione’s smile knowingly.
“Zat ees alright ‘ermione. Per’aps next time. I think someone else needs your--and your 'usband’s--attention more right now. When she ees more ready...”
Hermione nodded in understanding, and her furry tail flicked happily. She was grateful for the older girl’s wisdom and graciousness. As Harry lay the giggling Daphne gently on the settee, Hermione and Fleur kissed heatedly in the doorway. Parting left them both wanting more, but in the meantime there was Daphne.
Daphne felt hot and giddy, trapped in her ball-gown. She tried to pull it off when Harry turned around to see what Hermione was doing, but only succeeded in exposing her pink tipped breasts. Frustrated, Daphne tugged at the satiny white fabric which had bunched up at her waist.
“Let me give you a hand with that...” Hermione giggled, “It helps to unzip the dress first.” Hermione was thrilled that Daphne finally felt comfortable enough to take the next step, and decided not to be too hard on the Twins.
Harry grinned as Hermione helped Daphne to wriggle out of her white ball-gown. He stripped down to his tenting boxers, unzipped Hermione’s own gown and slipped his hands inside to cup her breasts as she freed Daphne’s feet from the dress. The elastic in her panties gave way to Hermione’s fingers and she slid them down Daphne’s parting thighs.
The girl moaned when Hermione stroked her lightly covered mound. Hermione’s fluffy tail waved gleefully as her own dress pooled at her feet. Hermione directed Harry, and he let go of Hermione’s hard nipples.
Daphne pulled Harry into a passionate kiss when he took Daphne’s breasts in hand and began kneading them tenderly. She felt Hermione’s lips against her bare slit and her hips bucked. Hermione’s cat-tongue slipped into the folds of Daphne’s entrance and sought out her clitoris. Finding it, she jiggled the tip of her tongue against it until it emerged from its hiding place.
Hermione lifted Daphne’s thighs onto her shoulders and licked the length of Daphne’s labia before plunging her cat-tongue deeper into her moistness. Shudders of pleasure began to ripple through Daphne’s body. Harry’s kisses trailed down her neck to her breasts and he began to suck Daphne’s perky pink nipples and lightly run his hand across the smooth skin of her abdomen.
Daphne gasped when Harry gently nibbled and rolled her nipples with his tongue as he squeezed her breasts. Hermione sucked on Daphne’s nubbin and thrust two fingers into her vulva. This was even better than Daphne had imagined; her senses overwhelmed her. Daphne's thighs clenched around Hermione’s head, her back arched, and with a little scream of ecstasy she climaxed, drenching Hermione’s hand in stickiness.
Daphne slumped back onto the settee in a daze as Harry grinned at his wife. Hermione’s fluffy tail whisked in delight and she crawled on top of the panting sweaty girl to kiss her. Gradually Daphne became more lucid.
Hermione pulled Harry’s boxers down to mid thigh, and they dropped the rest of the way to the floor. She took Daphne’s trembling hand and placed it on Harry’s stiff penis. Harry gave a little gasp at the thrill of her touch. Daphne’s breathing quickened again. She had never seen a boy's nakedness before, not even in pictures, and Pansy’s descriptions hadn't done it justice.
“Gently,” Hermione said softly, as she guided Daphne’s hand up and down Harry’s erect penis. “Be careful, when a boy...erm...climaxes, it can be a bit messy,” she warned.
Harry smirked and Daphne giggled nervously
“I don’t mind,” she replied bravely, “I want to see for myself.”
Feeling both girls’ hands on his erection as they masturbated him together after helping Hermione bring Daphne to completion was more than he could take. His loins jerked as he erupted. Daphne squealed and giggled as his semen jetted from the tip and splattered against her breasts and collarbone. Harry spurted several times and a stray strand of his stickiness landed on Daphne’s chin.
Purring, Hermione leaned forward and licked it, stirring Daphne’s curiosity. Daphne dabbed a forefinger into Harry’s ejaculate and put it in her mouth to taste it. She giggled again.
“Salty... but nice.”
“I can show you more if you’d like,” Hermione said, her furry ears twitching.
Daphne nodded, her eyes shining. Hermione took Harry’s softening penis in hand again and wrapped her lips around it, she sucked the end of it and then took it all in her mouth, as she drew her lips back with a strong suck, Harry sprang back to fullness. Hermione leaned back to let the other girl get into a better position.
“It’s easier for Harry if you let him hold your head a bit,” Hermione instructed. “Don’t worry, he’ll be gentle, and he’ll stop if it’s too much for you--just tap him twice on his thigh.”
Daphne proved to be a good pupil, following Hermione’s directions to the letter while Hermione put her hand between Daphne’s thighs to fondle her slit again and nibbled her ears.
Daphne twirled her tongue around the tip, she sucked and licked, and she allowed Harry to press forth until she discovered how much depth she could tolerate. And when Harry finally burst again after a while, Daphne held her breath and swallowed as much as she could until semen trickled from her lips.
Hermione’s ministrations brought Daphne to bliss once more, and a string of Harry’s sticky fluid dripped from her mouth as she gasped ecstatically and writhed in Hermione’s arms.
“Now that you know how it all works, next time, you can try the best bit,” Hermione whispered. “Harry needs to rest now.”

~o0o~

Ron woke groggily, wondering why his head hurt so badly. Then he remembered his mum warning his dad to take his hangover potion after a rather rowdy Weasley/Prewett New Year’s Eve party one year. He supposed Madam Pomfrey would have something that would help.
The second thing which puzzled Ron was that he was having trouble remembering when he had taken off his clothes.
The third odd thing which struck Ron was that he was in Seamus’s bed with the curtains pulled tightly shut.
Seamus groaned in pain as he sat up holding his own throbbing head. He blinked at Ron. They both began turning pink. Foggy memories began to flood into Ron’s blurry brain and his mouth gaped.
“Erm... Seamus,” Ron squeaked anxiously, “Did we... er...”
Seamus wasn’t sure at first, then slowly he nodded, cringing and blushing furiously.
“I...er...think I remember summat mate. Not sure how far we got though... Ye alright with it Ron?” Seamus peered at his best friend nervously.
Ron thought about the bits he remembered. They had all seemed quite pleasant at the time. He shrugged.
“Er...yeah! I suppose I am.” Then Ron’s features looked more resolute as he made up his mind. “In fact... I think I’m more than alright with it if you are.”
Seamus grinned at his best mate.
“Righ’ then, now how do we get you outta ma bed without anyone seein’ ya was in it?”
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