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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
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Harry had found no symbols in any of the Advanced Runes books which would work as a magical translator and had begun to tackle Advanced Charms books instead. He couldn’t find anything in the library, and by Friday he was panicking, and rifling through the extra Charms textbooks on the shelf from later Years during Charms class.
Professor Flitwick almost deducted 5 points from Gryffindor when he noticed that Harry was reading an unassigned book in class. Then he tried to add 15 points when he discovered that Harry was reading a seventh year Charms book instead of his third year book.
It took Professor Flitwick a few seconds to remember why his points taking and giving spells weren’t working.
“Well Potter, I’m pleased you’re reading so far ahead,” the diminutive professor squeaked, “but you appear to be a bit lost. Perhaps I can be of assistance.”
“I’m not sure if you’re allowed to assist me Sir.” Harry responded with a pained expression, “I’m looking for something to help me in the Second Task.”
“Nonsense Potter. Of course I can help guide you in the right direction. I just can’t do your work for you. You’ll have to do all the research without my help, but I can certainly point you to the correct resources. What is it you’re looking for?”
Harry scratched his head before remembering the term he’d heard on an episode of Star Trek.
“Erm... a ‘Universal Translator’ spell Sir. I may need to talk to mer-people, and there’s not enough time to learn a whole language.”
“Oh, it’s no wonder you can’t find it in a school text-book then--as it could be used for cheating. Nor will you find it in a standard Charm Book in the library. That’s highly advanced specialised magic. Try Linguistic Legerdemain by Reddo Semanticus. You should find a good charm which will work for Mermish in that book which you can cast upon yourself.”
“The spells are quite complex, but they are lasting, and must be removed with a counterspell.” Professor Flitwick paused, his features becoming distraught and unsure. But his professorial nature compelled him to continue, “They are generally used for negotiations after...well, ahem...usually after diplomats have been killed in war, or civil strife between ethnic groups who speak different languages!” Then he snapped back to his usual self.
“Now Potter, how about you focus on Cheering Charms for the rest of the class, like everyone else is!”
The cheering charm took Harry about 10 minutes to learn. Compared to everything else he’d been learning lately, it was ridiculously simple. Which was good, because Hermione had been too busy surreptitiously looking at diagrams of the cellular structures of gills to pay attention to Cheering Charms herself.
Harry shook his head and sighed, wishing they had learned the charm earlier in the week. It seemed quite unnecessary now. The Potters had taken to sleeping on either side of Daphne with their arms--and Hermione’s furry tail--curled around her, and she had improved greatly. The only problem was that the Potters had felt it would be inappropriate to indulge themselves in the meantime.
Harry had woken that morning to find that Daphne had wriggled her nightie clad bottom right up against him, with his pyjama covered erection squashed against his lower abdomen and squeezed between her bottom cheeks. He had hurried to the bathroom to relieve himself and Hermione had woken up and walked in on him, arching an eyebrow and smirking.
At least that had concluded with a happy ending for Harry as Hermione had felt sorry for him and sucked him off, making quick work of it.
But Harry felt badly for Hermione and wished he had time to return the favour. Hermione was feeling a bit more sanguine about things though. She kept it to herself, but she rather thought that after 5 days, Daphne was telling them she was feeling much better, and was ready for some fun.
After classes, the Potters invited Daphne to their private calisthenics session, which they were taking in the Room of Requirement’s swimming pool on the days they weren’t meeting Moody for fighting lessons (on lessons days they had taken to jogging around the lake with Viktor).
Daphne hadn’t felt up to participating in Moody's lessons all that week, but now that she was over the worst of the shock, she couldn’t wait to join in. Daphne delightedly ran back to her own quarters for her bathing suit and returned moments later with a little gym bag. When they arrived at the pool, Hermione opened a packet which Dora had picked up in the village apothecary-and-potions-supply shop for her during the week.
“It’s Gillyweed,” Hermione began to tell Harry when his eyebrows popped up questioningly, “I thought that you should try it out, so that you know what you should look like when you morph, and so that you have a good idea of how the gills will work.”
“Though of course yours will be slightly different as you’ll still be able to use your lungs when above water--you’ll be amphibious. So just have a little bit for right now. This should be enough for about 10 or 15 minutes.”
“Looks like you got a lot of it.” Harry mused. “Are you going to try some too then?”
“There’s plenty more for lessons with Mr Moody--I don’t know if it’s alright to tell him about you being a metamorph or not. We'll have to ask Sirius first.” Hermione replied. “But he’ll certainly be expecting you to have some sort of plan for breathing underwater. And yes, at some point I’ll try a bit too, but not today. Today I just want to watch you to see what happens and keep an eye on things.”
“Do you think it’s alright for me to try as well Hermione?” Daphne asked anxiously.
Daphne was a bit nervous about the idea. But she would try anything to help her friends. They had let her in on the secret of Harry’s metamorph practice on the way up to the Room of Requirement, so that she wouldn’t be afraid of what he would be attempting to do when it came time for it. Hermione nodded.
“We’ll all give it a go.” Hermione responded, “And I’ll be showing you--and Parvati and Luna when they next join us--how to perform the bubble-head charm. Then we’ll all be able to participate properly in Harry’s underwater training with Moody.”
The three of them stripped down. Harry to his boxers, but the girls took everything off in front of him and put on bathing suits. Hermione wore a pretty sky-blue and white low cut one-piece with no back leaving her bushy ginger tail free to do as it pleased.
Harry stiffened at the sight. He glanced at Daphne who was adjusting the top of a white two piece with bright pink trim; its cut showed off a bit more bottom than her father might have approved of. She had got it on a trip to Nice, France with her mum, and had been saving it for an occasion like this--being with people who made her feel nice inside. This was the first proper opportunity she’d had to try it out.
“Ooooh... The water’s nice and warm,” squealed Daphne happily after leaping in with a splash. “It’s not all cold like the sea or the lakes here.”
Hermione slipped into the water, beaming radiantly. She was thrilled to see Daphne looking cheerful again.
“I know. It’s lovely isn’t it!?” Hermione responded with shining eyes, her rapidly saturating tail swooshing gleefully in the water, “It’s even warmer than some bits of the Côte d'Azur in summer.”
Daphne’s eyes widened in surprise.
“I didn’t know you’d been to the French Riviera Hermione.”
“My...my parents love France. They took me every summer--except once we went to Spain.” Hermione responded, crossly wiping a tear from her eye. She didn’t want thinking about her father to spoil things. Bother him... she decided then and there to put him from her mind. She was done with him. She just wanted to be happy with her friends--and with her husband.
Daphne swam over to Hermione and kissed her on the lips.
“I’m sorry Hermione. I didn’t mean to upset you...”
Hermione smiled and returned Daphne’s kiss wetly.
“Don’t be sorry Daphne. I’m over him for now.”
“Good!” Harry said, startling the pair as his head and shoulders emerged above the surface, and he put his dripping arms around both of them, giving each a kiss. “You’ve still got your mum, and me and Daphne, and the rest of our friends. We all love you very much Hermione.”
“But don’t get too used to the hot water,” Harry chuckled, “Mad Eye will want to turn this into a replica of the Black Lake in a couple of weeks so I can get used to it. Enjoy it while it lasts.” Harry concluded as he stuffed the pinch of Gillyweed in his mouth and began to chew.
After a few seconds, Harry began to feel very strange. Breathing started to hurt. His toes began to lengthen and webbing appeared between them and also between his fingers. He dove under the surface of the water and felt oxygen hit his brain as water flowed through his gills. The sensation was exhilarating.
Harry sat at the bottom of the pool for a few minutes, very much enjoying the view. The way their bathing suits highlighted the curves of Hermione’s and Daphne’s mounds was turning him on.
Hermione’s concerned face broke the shimmering surface and peered at him. Her voice sounded bubbly when she spoke--but he was surprised at how clear it sounded.
“Are you alright Harry?”
Harry nodded and grinned, moving closer to her. Hermione’s sopping head popped back up suddenly with a gasp and she giggled, the tip of her tail flicking in delight and spraying droplets of water.
“What’s he doing?” Daphne asked, seeing only Harry’s black hair rippling in between Hermione’s thighs.
“Returning the favour...” Hermione replied, giggling some more.
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