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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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A clattering and a loud shrieking echoed in the Potters’ bathroom, waking them from their blissful reverie in the bathtub.
“Bloody Hell! What’s that noise? It sounds like a banshee.” Harry shouted as he flailed and splashed about in a panic.
“The egg Harry,” Hermione yelled to be heard above the racket, “Grab the egg and submerge it quickly.”
Harry wiped his steamed up glasses on a towel and spotted the golden egg in a pool of sudsy water, open as if cleaved in half, and the dreadful howling coming from within had sent it chattering around on the tiled floor. Hurriedly, he reached for the shuddering egg and plunged it under the surface of the bathwater.
The screeching immediately halted. All that could be heard besides the sloshing water was an eerie lilting singing, but it was difficult to make out the words. Hermione dipped her bushy head into the water to listen, then she came up gasping, water dripping from her wringing wet hair.
“Your turn Harry,” she beckoned.
Harry nodded and dunked his own head beneath the surface of the bathwater and blinked at the golden egg nested between Hermione’s naked thighs near her slit. He couldn’t help but become aroused again at the sight. But the unearthly choir of voices couldn’t be ignored.
The voices were feminine and strangely compelling, despite the gloomy nature of the song itself. If Hermione weren’t his, he could imagine that he might have to follow those enchanting voices no matter where they led. But whatever magic the voices held were no match for Hermione. Harry loved her beyond anything any entrancing maidens might throw at him.

Come seek us where our voices sound,

We cannot sing above the ground,

And while you're searching ponder this;

We've taken what you'll sorely miss,

An hour long you'll have to look,

And to recover what we took,

But past an hour, the prospect's black,

Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.
Harry came up gulping for air and grabbed a towel to wipe his glasses. Once he could see properly again he spoke through gritted teeth, a vein throbbing slightly in his temple.
“Hermione, I don’t care what the stupid task is. I’m not letting a bunch of bloody mermaids take you.”
“Harry, we really don’t have a choice. It’s obvious Dumbledore can’t put a stop to this. The magical contract won’t permit anyone to withdraw. You’ll die if you don’t at least attempt the task.”
“But they’re going to kidnap you Hermione. And who knows what will happen to you down there?” Harry responded heatedly.
“You’ll have an hour Harry. I know it’s not a long time. But the mer-people will be bound by a magical contract of their own to honour within that time frame.” Hermione paused as something struck her.
“Harry, how did you work the riddle out so quickly?”
“Dudley never did read his schoolbooks on Greek mythology, but I did,” Harry replied, his face still contorted with dismay, “As soon as I heard the voices and felt them pulling at me, I knew they were Sea Nymphs--Nereids, Mermaids--whatever. Not being able to sing above the ground--but apparently underwater--made it bloody obvious too.”
“But bugger them--nobody’s stealing you from me if I can help it, Hermione.... And... and if they think they can lure me with their pretty voices, they’ve got another think coming.” Harry concluded with a glower.
Hermione grinned at Harry, purring, and her tail thwipped the surface of the water happily.
“That’s brilliant Harry. You got it quicker than me. Most people have mixed up Nereids with Sirens for centuries because they have similar mythic backgrounds associated with beautiful women leading sailors to their deaths through their singing. Sirens are more commonly called Veela today. I think all that sailor killing tosh is a load of rubbish though.”
“Try not to be too upset Harry, please... We’ll get through this one too. I know we will. We’ll just have to work something out--and I’ve got an idea. It means you’ll have to put your metamorph abilities to the test, but now you’ve got nearly two months to practice.”
To Harry’s surprise, Hermione snapped the golden egg shut and chucked it all the way across the bathroom into the waste-bin by the door. Harry thought Hermione might have made a good Chaser, and determined to try and get her on a broom by herself again... Though come to think about it, he rather enjoyed Hermione only wanting to fly on a broom with her arms around him now--so maybe not.
“In the meantime, I think we need to get you good and relaxed again.” Hermione concluded as she immersed her hand in the bathwater and reached between Harry’s thighs.
Hermione ducked her head under the water and wrapped her lips around Harry’s again expanding penis. Harry leaned back and uttered a sigh of happiness as his outrage about mermaids vanished magically at the touch of Hermione’s cat-tongue.
Hermione’s bottom and wet furry tail looked tempting poking out of the water. Harry reached his hands over her back and squeezed her bottom cheeks while she sucked his erection. Every so often, Hermione came back up for a breath, water streaming from her saturated hair, which clung flat to her head.
After each breath, Hermione dove back down underwater to continue rasping her tongue along his length and take in his fullness. It took a little while because Harry had spent himself twice already. But Hermione kept at it, and finally Harry felt the urge to thrust enter his loins again.
Hermione’s head bobbed up for a deep breath when she felt Harry pushing deeper, and went down for one last time. She held her breath as Harry pressed his pubes against her lips and his penis lodged in her throat, jerking in rapid pulses, discharging volley after volley of his semen once more.
Hermione pulled back, taking Harry's last several loads into her mouth, before finally coming up for air and swallowing. She grinned at Harry, her wet furry cat ears twitching, as bathwater and a dribble of semen dripped from her chin.
“Better?”
Harry blissfully grinned back at his drenched wife.
“Loads... thank you!”

~o0o~

Minister Umbridge was distressed. She added several more spoonfuls of sugar to her steaming cup of tea and a dash of cream, scowling at the reports on her desk. She had hoped that Dawlish and Shacklebolt, as the DMLE’s top lead agents would show more discretion, and be her eyes and ears at Hogwarts. But now they too had succumbed to silly notions regarding the “Integrity of Law.”
Didn’t they realise that loyalty to the pureblood order must be maintained above all else? Where was “integrity” without loyalty to the system which had sustained British Wizard-kind and maintained their superiority over muggles and magical misfits for over a thousand years?
Dolores Umbridge had hoped that Amelia Bones would recognise the Minister’s Authority as paramount. But it had become clear now that the DMLE’s status as an Independent Authority would have to change--as surely as the Independence of Magical Britain’s preeminent Institute of Magical Education must be revoked.
As to Potter, if she couldn't have him by Law, there was always the Tournament. Dolores wasn’t pleased at the outcome of the first task, but there were still two tasks left. It had been galling indeed to have to parlay with foul creatures who refused to recognise the Ministry’s authority over all magical beings, but sacrifices must sometimes be made in the short-term to address the Bigger Picture. And it wasn’t as if she had any intentions of honouring any deals struck with Lesser Beings.

~o0o~

Saturday morning before breakfast, Fleur knocked on the Potters' door. When Harry let her in, she offered up the complete secret of the golden egg--including the mermaid riddle. She was very pleased that Harry and Hermione had already worked it out, and gave them both a sultry kiss before they all went down to the Great Hall together.
Still in a cheerful daze from Fleur's kiss, Harry wondered if he should tell Cedric, or give him another day or two to work it out himself. But Cedric approached Harry first and pulled him aside by the entrance of the Hall.
“Erm... Potter. Have you worked out the egg yet?” Cedric appeared perplexed.
“Yeah! Actually I finally got it last night.” Harry responded. Cedric looked a bit disappointed.
“Oh... I... er... thought I might be able to help you out like you helped me. I only just got it this morning--still working on the riddle though!”
Harry gave a little half-smile.
“Thanks Diggory. I appreciate it anyway. Let me know if you want any help with the riddle. I worked it out last night.”
For a moment Harry thought Cedric was about to take him up on the offer. Then Cedric smiled sheepishly and shook his head.
“Not just yet, thank you. I want to give it a proper go myself first. Maybe I’ll take you up on it if I can’t figure it out.”
“Fair enough,” Harry responded with a nod. “ But don’t take too long about it. This isn’t going to be any easier than the dragons. Let me know if you haven’t got it by Monday.”
Cedric swallowed anxiously and returned Harry’s nod.
“Thanks Potter, I’ll do that.” Cedric said as he went to find his seat next to Cho for breakfast. Harry made his way to the Mingling Table where Hermione was already seated with their friends. He didn't see Krum or Lavender anywhere in the Hall, and he hoped they were alright.

~o0o~
Luna and Parvati rejoined Harry and Hermione on their way up to the Room of Requirement an hour later. Mad Eye was already waiting for them outside.
“Right Potter! You worked out the egg yet? The whole thing mind you!”
Harry grinned and nodded.
“Good!” Moody gruffly acknowledged. “Because I think you’ll be needin’ a swimmin’ pool over the next month or two. Think fightin’ on land is hard... wait’ll you try it underwater!”

~o0o~

Spiders scurried to the corners of their webs as Remus Lupin paced back and forth anxiously across the creaking boards in a dimly lit room with boarded up windows. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the large black dog pushed open the rickety door and bounded up the steps. The dog put its paws on Lupin’s shoulders and gave him a lick before dropping back to all fours.
With a shake, the dog stood up straight as it turned into a man. Lupin was extremely happy to see him, but he shot Sirius a look of recrimination.
“Sirius, you need to be more careful. I don’t know that Harry could bear it to lose you again...”
“He’s my Godson,” Sirius began crossly, “You don’t think I’d pass up watching out for him do you? The way he handled that dragon was brilliant. But I would have bit the beast myself, if I’d had to...” Sirius paused, understanding hitting him.
“This isn’t really about Harry--is it Remus?” Sirius said softly. He swallowed guiltily, “I’m sorry Remus. I missed you too. Eleven years was far too long... I’ll try harder to stay out of sight, but I’m keeping an eye on every Task no matter what! Harry comes first--you understand me!?”
Remus nodded, casting his tear-filled eyes down at the cracked floorboards. Sirius knew he had to say something. It wouldn’t do for Remus to get maudlin at a time like this.
“That idiot Weasley woman,” Sirius continued, “She’s kindhearted and well meaning, but she has no idea... She has no business trying to foist you on a girl barely out of Hogwarts herself... and Dora doesn’t even like men in that way,” Sirius snorted. “I am here for you too Remus--not just for Harry. I promise, I won’t leave you again.”
“I’ll hold you to that Sirius.” Lupin smiled sadly, “You’re right of course. We have to look out for James and Lily’s son together--like we promised we would--whatever becomes of either of us. We’ll just make the best of the time we have....”
“I’m glad you’re watching over the tasks too--I am extremely concerned about this next one, but I can do nothing should anything go wrong. I cannot ‘wolf-up’ at the drop of a hat if needed--unlike those who are werewolves by birthright. And if my concerns about the discord among the mer-people are correct--this next Task could get ugly. Harry might need your help Sirius.”
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