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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242840 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Fleur could feel the hunger pangs which told her it was nearly time for lunch, and decided to go back to the castle and look for Hermione and Harry. She gave her sister a kiss on the cheek, leaving Gabrielle to take her lunch in the Delacour Suite in the Beauxbaton carriage. She carefully picked her steps through the fresh snow which covered the pathway up to the Hogwarts entrance courtyard.
The pathway met up with the main road leading up to the courtyard and Fleur spied two figures approaching. The Auror escorting the student returning from Hogsmeade train-station gave Fleur a nod, and something caught in her throat when she realised the student was Daphne.
“Wait please. I will take ‘er ze rest of ze way. She ees my friend.”
The Auror glanced at his bundled up charge, and Daphne nodded her assent.
“Thank you Miss Delacour. I’ll make a note of it in my report when I get back to the village,” acknowledged the Auror.
Fleur put her arm around Daphne and gave her a kiss. Daphne’s eyes were red and puffy. She had obviously been crying. They walked the rest of the way together silently and Fleur’s heart went out to the younger girl. Fleur knew that she herself would break if anything happened to her own sister. Anxiety gripped Fleur’s stomach at the thought of the upcoming task.
“Come Daphne,” Fleur began when they had reached the entrance hallway, “Let us find ‘arry and ‘ermione. Zey will wish to see zat you are alright before we lunch togezzer.”

~o0o~

Madam Pince found Harry and Hermione waiting by the door to the library already, and she shook her head. She had only just finished her Sunday breakfast herself and wondered how they had managed to beat her to it.
Hermione headed straight for the dusty unused section of muggle reference books while Harry began to look for books about mer-folk. When she got back with several books of human anatomy and ichthyology, Hermione found Harry with his head buried in a book of Mermish.
“Blimey Hermione,” Harry said when she sat down, “There is no way I’ll ever be able to learn enough Mermish in time for the second task. And I know a few Runes saying ‘friend’ isn’t going to cut it this time for mer-people if I run into trouble with them.”
Hermione looked pensive for a moment before something popped into her head.
“Runes are a magical language Harry. Perhaps there are some Runes which will magically translate other languages so that you can carry on a conversation without you actually having to learn them. That’s probably something far more advanced than anything in our current course-year. If not, there might be a translation charm which would accomplish the same thing.”
“Yeah, that’s an idea,” Harry grinned, “Brilliant Hermione. I’ll start looking that up then. What’s that you’ve got there?”
“Well... originally I thought you could just use gillyweed, but there is no guarantee that it will last long enough for you to complete the task--it depends on how much you eat, and the potency. So then I thought that perhaps you could actually use your metamorph abilities to develop functioning gills...”
“It might be difficult, but well worth it--as you would be able to use either your lungs or gills as needed without having to worry about one interfering with the other, or having to worry about whether your gills would last for a long enough time.”
“Right! That sounds good,” Harry nodded in agreement, “What about you then? You won’t be able to breathe underwater...”
“I think I’ll use a bubble-head charm if needed. I looked that up yesterday while you were flying with Viktor and the Twins.” Hermione smiled impishly at Harry, pleased that he’d managed to relax enough to have some fun. She had told him to take the rest of Saturday off after Mad Eye had put Harry through a grueling session in the swimming pool in the Room of Requirement, and then come to the library by herself.
“I was just thinking though,” Hermione continued, “We’d probably better study the physical appearance of the effects of Gillyweed anyway. Because I don’t think we want to let on that you’re a metamorph if Sirius and Tonks haven’t even told the Headmaster about it. No doubt Professor Dumbledore will probably be able to work it out for himself easily enough when he sees you perform the task. But for now it’s probably best that nobody else knows.”
Harry nodded again, then he went off to look for some Advanced Runes books while Hermione's tail flicked cheerfully as she began studying the books of human and fish anatomy. They had been at it for several hours when they heard someone else enter the library--which was highly unusual on Sunday mornings.
The moment Daphne saw Harry she flung herself on him and burst into tears. Thankfully, Madam Pince was napping in her office as she knew that Sundays were usually slow. Fleur kissed Hermione on the cheek and sat down next to her, tears brimming in her own eyes. Harry didn’t say a word; he held Daphne tightly and just let her cry.
After Daphne’s sobs subsided, Hermione suggested that they all share lunch together in their private chambers. They passed the picture of the Fat Lady on the way to their corridor just as Lavender was emerging from the Gryffindor Common Room. Lavender looked like she wanted to say something, but she flushed when she saw all four of them and cast her face down instead, before traipsing off to the Great Hall.
Daphne picked at her food while the rest of them ate. When they were finished, Fleur kissed everyone goodbye, having decided to spend the rest of the day with Gabrielle. Hermione went to the little kitchen to make some cocoa while Harry stoked the fire.
“I called Moody on the mirror,” Hermione said quietly as she passed everyone their steaming mugs upon her return, “He said it’s alright if we skip training today.”
Harry looked at Hermione gratefully and visibly relaxed. They spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling Daphne on their settee in front of the fireplace and she finally dozed off peacefully in their laps.

~o0o~

Tonks surprised Harry with a hug and a peck on the cheek when he and Hermione arrived for metamorph lessons Monday evening.
“That was somethin’ else Harry. You were brilliant...” Tonks said with a grimace, “You really gave that loathsome little pillock what-for. I ‘ope you’re thinkin’ about becoming an Auror yourself someday.”
Harry was beginning to wonder about that. He had always thought the idea was pretty cool, but he was no longer certain that he wanted a job so closely associated with the Ministry. Though he had been very relieved and more than a bit thrilled that Dawlish and Shacklebolt had taken his side and said more or less the same thing after he’d prevented Draco from hurting Astoria any more than he already had.
Harry hadn't been sure that they would approve of the spell he’d used. In fact Harry still wasn’t certain that he approved of it either, though he knew he would use it again in a heartbeat in the same situation, and he had been surprised that Dumbledore seemed more than alright with it. So Harry shrugged noncommittally.
“Maybe! I suppose... Dunno really. I--I’ve thought about it a bit. I’m not really sure what I want to do after Hogwarts though.”
Tonks regarded Harry shrewdly, sensing the reasons for his reticence. Sometimes she wasn’t sure about the job either really. It rather went against her own rebellious nature.
She just liked kicking a bit of arse every once in a while whenever some berk went off half-cocked and did something like those Slytherin boys had done. Tonks remembered how Mad Eye had recruited her after she’d given a boy a good thrashing in 6th year for not leaving off her then girlfriend, and gave Harry a half-smile.
“Yeah! Well, Sirius told me he already signed over most of the Black Estate t’ you Harry. You’d never ‘ave to work a day in your life if you didn’t want to. Still, you don’t strike me as the pampered prince sort...”
“Anyway, let’s see ‘ow well you’re doin’ Harry.”
Before Tonks’ eyes, Harry’s face morphed into a perfect replica of Hermione and his hair lengthened and curled into her golden brown tresses. His already slender figure slimmed a bit and his chest swelled in just the right place. Hermione couldn’t help giggling and she gave Harry a little shove when she saw his chest bulging.
Tonks got a little tingly feeling when she saw Hermione practically twinned except for her cat-like features.
“Erm... that’s as far as I’ve got so far,” the fake Hermione grinned. “You said not to try anything else, and I’m not really sure how to... er... you know--the other bits.”
Hermione and Tonks both burst out laughing.
“Tell you what Harry, you might as well practice that next,” Tonks chortled. “You don’t ‘ave to show me though. Hermione can tell me how it looks.”
Tonks's comment sent all of them into a fit of giggles.
“Actually, I’m going to start working on gills and flippers Tonks, if that’s alright,” Harry-Hermione responded when he caught his breath, “I want to be prepared for the second task, and I think making the gills work properly is going to take all my effort over the next few weeks.”
Tonks nodded approvingly, but she couldn’t help feeling slightly disappointed.
“That makes sense Harry... Oi--by the way. Call me Dora, both of you.”

~o0o~

Daphne had seemed much happier at dinner time and had eaten at the Mingling Table that evening. She had still been a bit teary, but at least she was able to talk again. Harry and Hermione knocked on her door on the way back to their quarters after they had finished Metamorph lessons with Tonks.
Daphne’s heart leapt to see them again.
“Thank you so much Harry--Hermione. I... I don’t know what I would have done if... if I’d lost Astoria. She’s been my best friend most of my life--until you two. I hated leaving her behind when I came to Hogwarts.”
“Will she be alright Daphne?” Harry asked with a creaky voice, and a hollow feeling in his gut.
“I think so--eventually--I hope.” Daphne blinked back tears, “She still seemed terribly fragile when I left yesterday morning. But she’ll stay at home and Mum will tutor her for the time being. I don’t think she’ll be coming back to Hogwarts this year. I’ve got permission from Dumbledore to go home and visit one weekend a month. He said I can use his office-floo next time.”
“Do you want to spend the night Daphne?” Hermione inquired, her own eyes full of concern. “In fact, why don’t you stay with us a bit until you feel better. I... I don’t think you should be alone right now.”
Hermione glanced at Harry. She didn’t really have to. She knew he felt the same way. Harry nodded, trying to fight his own tears and took Daphne’s soft hand in his.
Daphne shut her door, and let the Potters lead her back to their chambers.
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