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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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An enormous tank filled with murky greenish water and aquatic weeds took up the entire front section of the DADA classroom, including the space where Lupin’s desk had been. Harry and Hermione peered closely, but it was barely possible to see through the dinge. They both started and leapt back when an ugly teal face with big black eyes and sharp horns suddenly banged against the side, its skeletal fingers scratching at the glass.
Professor Lupin smiled at his two favourite pupils and urged them to their seats. His final lesson for the week was an overview of the course for the next 8 weeks.
“The creature in this tank is generally known as a Grindylow," Lupin began, "Grindylows are the most common water demon in Britain and Ireland. But we will also cover Water-Sprites--which are a bit like pixies, Will o’ the Wisps--which are similar to hinkypunks but aquatic, and Kappas, which are Japanese water demons. We will also be covering sea-serpents and other dangerous magical creatures which can be found in the world’s oceans, but our main focus will be those creatures which you are most likely to find in our bogs, ponds, and lakes.”
“I will also briefly touch on mer-folk, but it is very important to remember that they are a civilised sentient people--just like humans. They are not dark creatures, though they do have the potential for the full range of behaviours, from kind to cruel, which all highly sentient beings have...”

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Harry didn’t feel like being cooped up. After classes, he and Hermione dressed warmly and decided to jog around the lake for their daily exercises and watch the sunset. They were surprised to discover Krum stretching by the water's edge.
“I alvays do calisthenics to keep fit for qvidditch.” he explained. “I vould have done them at lunch-time, but zere are alvays too many silly fangirls following me then. It is too cold and dark for them now at zis time of day. Vy are you two outside now?”
“Hunh! Same as you really...” Harry grinned. “Hermione and I like to keep fit, and today I thought I’d rather be outside away from everyone. I... it sometimes feels like I can still sense everyone all around me when I’m stuck inside somewhere with a load of other people. Not claustrophobic really, just--edgy. And it's been a bit stressful the last couple of days.” Harry concluded in a rather understated manner.
As the three of them jogged around the lake together, Harry explained about having to get in shape and learning how to fight for the Triwizard tournament so that he could keep up with the older champions--and stay alive. Harry even felt comfortable enough to mention their suspicions that Minister Umbridge was behind it all to try and get him killed. Krum came to a halt, his face darkening.
“Your Minister, she sounds like Hitler. Grindelvald vos von of Hitler’s leading Vizards in ze Thule Society. Grindelvald slaughtered my grandfather ven he vas defending Jews and Roma in our village.”
“Harry’s parents were killed by someone like that too.” Hermione said sadly.
“Yes, zis Voldemort character--so I have heard.” They were silent for a short while after that, but another question popped into Viktor’s head.
“Vot is vith Lavender and you Hermione? I like her very much, but I sense she does not like you, vich seems strange to me, as you seem qvite nice.”
Hermione turned red; she didn’t know what to say. Harry came to her rescue and spoke as tactfully as he could.
“It... it was after Hermione accidentally became part cat. I... I think Lavender got scared of Hermione and... erm... sometimes people don’t react very well when other people are different than what they’re used to and they're frightened of them.”
Krum nodded glumly.
“Maybe I vill speak to her. I am sorry Hermione. I did not mean to upset you. It vos thoughtless of me to bring it up.”
“It’s alright... really!” Hermione squeaked; her furry ears and tail twitching anxiously. She didn’t want to spoil things with Harry’s new friend.
“Don’t vorry Hermione. I vill not mention you directly. I just don’t vant my girlfriend to become somebody who vould follow someone like your Minister. I must know zat she vill be okay with people who are different. If she cannot change, then I cannot be with someone like zat.”
Krum returned to the Durmstrang ship after the darkness fell completely. Harry and Hermione trudged back up to the entrance hall of the castle and began to cross the foyer to the stairs.
Harry came to a dead stop. Filch was staring at them with trembling lips and wide watery eyes. Hermione hid behind Harry and turned crimson; her furry tail quivered. They had both trailed muddy footprints and dirty snow in behind them.
Filch slowly limped towards them. Harry winced and closed his eyes waiting for the outburst. But to his utter shock, he felt Filch’s calloused hands pull him into an embrace and the man burst into tears.
“Thank you so much Mr Potter.” Filch sobbed, “Dumbledore told me ye were the one to thank for my Christmas Present... In all my years here, nobody, not once, ever stopped ta think about what it’s like cleanin’ up without magic in this castle. Not a one. I...I can’t thank ye enough!”
“The Headmaster not only enchanted all my cleanin’ supplies, he also gave me a self-spellin’ wand that obeys my voice commands in Hogwarts. I can do magic as long as I’m on Hogwarts grounds... It’s the nicest Christmas Present I’ve ever had! All thanks ta you...”
Harry cleared his throat, trying to think of something to say. He glanced at Hermione for help, but she was too stunned herself to do more than shrug her furry tail and tilt her furry ears uncertainly. Hermione had felt the surge of emotion from Filch as they crossed the entrance hall, but she was still only just beginning to intellectually process his intent.
“Erm... You’re very welcome Mr Filch!” Harry finally responded “I...I’m really sorry if I’ve ever caused you trouble.”
“No need ta apologise Mr Potter... No need at all. Ye’ve always been the politest of the lot really--just like yer mum. Though... I must say Mrs Norris has always seemed ta have taken a bit of a shine ta Miss Gr... I mean Mrs Potter.”
Mr Filch dabbed at his happy tears with a dirty looking hanky, and a mop began to clean up their muddy footprints by itself.
When they got back to their chambers, Hermione ran a hot bath for the both of them and added some scented foaming bath oils. It felt really good to strip out of their clammy clothes and settle their aching naked bodies into steaming water and frothing bubbles. Harry sighed as the heat relaxed his tight muscles.
It was the same every time. Harry never realised how tense he was until he actually began to feel himself loosening up. Hermione purred as Harry leaned back into her wet arms. He could feel her nipples hardening against his back, and he thought that they really ought to take baths together more often.
Showers were nice, but this felt heavenly. Hermione reached a hand down between Harry’s thighs and gently began to masturbate him.
The golden egg sat next to the bathtub, but that could wait. Hermione stopped suddenly with a gasp, and Harry opened his eyes, perplexed.
“Myrtle,” Hermione squeaked in embarrassment, “I know you’re here. I can feel your presence.”
Moaning Myrtle’s blushing face peeked through the tiles, and slowly the rest of her emerged from the wall.
“I’m so sorry,” she wailed, “But, but how--? You didn’t notice me last time.”
“Last time?” Harry groaned. Myrtle looked crestfallen and began to cry.
“Probably because I was otherwise occupied...” Hermione mumbled in response to Myrtle's question, her own face flushing.
“I’m sorry,” Myrtle said again with a sob, “I came by for a hug one time and--and you were both having sex in the shower. I couldn’t help myself. I stayed and watched... it looked so fun. I’ve never... I’ve never...”
Myrtle trailed off into incomprehensible sobs. Hermione and Harry both started getting teary themselves. Harry gulped.
“Did you die a virgin Myrtle?” he asked gently.
The crying teenage ghost-witch nodded, unable to speak. Harry peered at his wife, not sure what to do. The unfairness of it all hit him hard, as it always did. Hermione melted in his eyes, and knew what she had to do.
“Myrtle,” Hermione began, “You know how you said ghosts feel warm when you’re in physical contact with mortal forms, do you feel anything else too?”
Myrtle’s sobbing subsided, and her nose crinkled in thought.
“Now that I think about it, perhaps so. It’s almost like we can feel what you’re feeling. I’ve never been in contact long enough though to be certain. When we glide through people by accident, it’s usually jolly quick because people don’t like the chill they get. But--I dunno, maybe we could even taste what you’re eating if we were merged...” Myrtle said pensively.
“OH!” Myrtle gasped, as she realised what Hermione was getting at, but hardly daring to hope. “Wait, you mean... you’d be willing to...er...let me share your body--while you’re...erm...having sex? With Harry?”
Hermione gave Myrtle a little smile and nodded.
“It’s really nice and hot in this bath Myrtle. I...I think I could manage a merge. The heat should stop me from getting too chilled.”
“Hermione, that’s so sweet of you,” Myrtle took off her ghostly glasses to wipe away the tears and fluttered her eyelashes, “I...I don’t know what I did to deserve such nice mortal friends.”
Myrtle actually looked very pretty without the thick bottle-cap glasses on. Hermione wondered if spirit clothing and accoutrements were “real,” then decided it wasn’t worth hurting her brain trying to wrap her head around that at a moment like this. Hermione was extremely curious to try this now.
“Shall we give it a go then Myrtle?” Hermione smiled invitingly and purred.
Myrtle nodded happily. Harry moved out of the way as Myrtle glided into the bath with the two of them. Hermione gasped as Myrtle slowly leaned backwards and merged into her until she was no longer visible.
Hermione mused that she had been correct. She didn’t feel chilled at all in the nice hot bath, just a bit cooler. She wondered what Myrtle was feeling. She’d have to ask her after this was all over.
Harry grinned at his wife and bent forward to kiss her. He began to massage Hermione’s breasts as their kiss deepened, and playfully tug on her hard pink nipples. Harry’s lips trailed down her neck and upper-chest and replaced his fingers. He flicked and twirled her nipples with his tongue, while sucking gently.
Harry’s fingers dropped below the bubbly surface of the hot steaming water between Hermione’s legs, finding her slit. He probed Hermione’s folds with two fingers before tenderly slipping them inside her entrance. Harry rolled Hermione’s clitoris under his thumb and she began to purr louder. Water sloshed against the side of the tub as she writhed under his touch.
Sensing her readiness, Harry slid forward, feeling her nipples and breasts pressed into his wet torso. With a thrust, his stiff penis plunged into her moist depths. Hermione’s slick sheath gripped Harry’s shaft as he drove into her. Her wet bedraggled tail splashed and thumped against the tiles as she began to meow and her wet furry ears flattened.
Harry had one arm under Hermione’s arching back, and he brushed his fingertips along the wet strip of fur on her spine as he rhythmically pistoned into her. The pulses of pleasure cascaded and Hermione lost herself to a maelstrom of ecstasy, yowling loudly. The bathwater surged and splashed everywhere.
The contractions of Hermione’s orgasm finished Harry. His penis spasmed uncontrollably; numerous jets of semen spurting into her womb. Harry gasped and clutched Hermione’s wet form tightly against his skin, pressing as deeply into her as he could as he continued to release himself inside of her.
As the storm of passion ebbed, Hermione slumped back into the roiling foamy water with her husband on top of her.
They both lay there panting as Myrtle slipped out of Hermione. Myrtle gave them both a kiss and grinned.
“I felt everything,” Myrtle whispered, tears of happiness shining in her eyes. “Thank you both so much!” she concluded before vanishing into the wall.
After a few minutes passed, Harry and Hermione grinned at each other.
“Well that was interesting.” Hermione said with a bemused expression.
“To say the least,” Harry replied with a smirk. “Not that I’ve ever imagined having sex with a ghost, but if I had, I certainly wouldn’t have thought it would be like that. You’re brilliant Hermione. Not to mention that was really kind of you to let Myrtle meld with you.”
Hermione purred; she could feel Harry inside of her still, half-erect. She gently tipped Harry backwards towards his end of the tub and wriggled her bottom. Her wet tail sprang from the water, spraying bubbles everywhere as she began to ride his restiffening penis.
She leaned over and licked Harry’s neck with her cat-tongue and teased his nipples with her fingernails. She tenderly kneaded his chest and she kissed him. Hermione’s hips moved up and down, her labia clinging to Harry’s erection.
Harry groaned in elation, deciding that sex in a bathtub was one of the best ways to do it. Hermione’s wetness felt so good as she slid up and down his penis. He cradled her bottom cheeks and squeezed them gently, eliciting a meow of delight from Hermione.
Then he wrapped his hands around Hermione’s slippery waist and began to slide them up and down the sides of her torso, giving her nipples little flicks with his thumbs as they passed by. Harry thrust up into Hermione in sync with her gyrations. They moved faster and harder together, moaning, gasping, and purring. Sparks of magic began to fly as the water churned again.
They both lost themselves explosively to euphoria and magic arced from the bathtub, ricocheting from the tiles. This time it was Harry who slumped back panting with his wife yowling on top of him, her furry tail whipping around madly as Harry ejaculated convulsively and filled her again with his stickiness many times over.
They lay there in bliss for a while, not noticing the puddles of water creeping across the tiled floor to the nearby golden egg.
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