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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 been correct. Three weeks before the second task was to begin, Mad Eye had the Room of Requirement turn the swimming pool into a mini version of the Black Lake--and it was like swimming in ice until he swallowed the Gillyweed. It wasn’t really necessary to keep Moody in the dark--just for practice while Harry was still trying to perfect his gills.
Harry and Hermione had told Mad Eye about Harry’s metamorph powers and training after Sirius and Dora had assured Harry and Hermione that they trusted Moody completely. Dora had spent most of the last metamorph lesson telling them how Mad Eye had recruited her and taken her under his wing once she’d left Hogwarts.
Sirius had spoken to Harry and Hermione briefly on the handmirror, then told them how to get into the Shrieking Shack through the secret tunnel at the base of the whomping willow. The three of them had met there and talked for an hour or so. The Potters were startled when Sirius told them that he wanted to explain about Dumbledore.
“If the Headmaster finds out about you being a metamorph now Harry, I think that will be perfectly alright.” Sirius had said, “Dumbledore seems to have made a real breakthrough recently. Until that happened, I wasn’t at all certain that he would keep your best interests in mind. Quite simply, I didn’t trust him to do right by you.”
Harry and Hermione both looked shocked.
“You can’t be serious--but why?” Harry asked.
“You have to understand,” Sirius said with a pained expression, “Dumbledore has been on the Good side of things for as long as I’ve known him. He’s always given people second chances and tried to see the best in people. But he’s also been fighting a sometimes harsh war against pureblood supremacy since he fought and defeated Gellert Grindelwald at the end of World War Two.”
“When Voldemort became a force to be reckoned with, Dumbledore was the only one who could fight him to a standstill. After your mother’s protection charm broke Voldemort--which I didn’t really understand at the time, nobody did--Dumbledore apparently became obsessed with preventing his return according to other members of the Order; though he was still hampered by his loathing of killing if you ask me.
“Sometimes it’s necessary to use a killing move in a fight if you want to protect all that is good--Mad Eye understands. It’s good to forgive and not to kill indiscriminately--but if you hold back too much when you’re fighting, you can lose everything... everyone you love. Death Eaters won’t hold back, so you shouldn't hold back when you're fighting them. If someone tries to kill you or your loved ones, don’t give them the chance Harry.”
“And I didn’t know a lot of this until recently, but ever since I was released--thanks to you and Hermione discovering that Pettigrew was still alive--I’ve been on Dumbledore’s arse, as have most of us in the Order.”
“He finally let us all know about the Horcruxes, and he finally personally told me everything he suspected about your connection to Voldemort and Lily’s magic. That was a good start winning me over--having Severus help you get rid of the one that snake put in you inadvertently.”
“But I couldn’t understand why he placed you with the Dursleys when Petunia had always fought with Lily. After he explained it to me, I understood why Dumbledore had to, but I still don’t really understand why he never looked in on you in 11 years and dealt with that scumbag Vernon. I suppose Dumbledore thought Petunia would look after you because he was blinded by his need to see the best in people--probably thought she’d grown up.”
“Anyway, that’s why I still didn’t really trust Dumbledore completely to look after you properly until you dealt with the Malfoy boy. Something in him changed that day Harry. I saw it in his eyes. Dumbledore will do whatever is in his power now--including killing if he has to--to ensure the safety of you and your wife. Of this I am certain. So if Dumbledore finds out about you being a metamorph now,I’m alright with it.”
“And I absolutely trust Mad Eye. He trained Dora, and I have no problem with you telling him. I expect you’ve told some of you and your wife’s girlfriends too... it’s hard to keep things like that a secret from the people you love. I understand!”
“Just please--please be careful who you trust--don’t let anyone else know if you can help it.”
Harry was pensive for a good long while. Harry didn’t bother asking Sirius how he knew that he and Hermione had girlfriends. Harry and Hermione were always with either Luna and Parvati, or lately with Daphne and Fleur... They had taken them as dates to the Yule Ball together after all.
Harry supposed it was bloody obvious to at least a few of the Professors, and most of them were clearly part of the Order.
He was surprised that he didn’t really feel embarrassed by the fact that half the Order probably suspected that he and Hermione were engaged in something much more than casual friendships with their “girlfriends.” But Harry didn’t really care who knew anymore when it came right down to it. So much the better really. What was important was that he loved his friends dearly, and that he would do whatever it took to look after them and their families.
In any case, since Moody had been told, he had wholeheartedly endorsed Harry’s metamorph training, and tailored some of his instruction to match his talents. Over the weeks Mad Eye had also added in several new combat spells to practice including the bombarda and reducto spells. He also urged Harry to practice and refine his releasing, repulsion, and severing spells.
Hermione, Daphne, Luna, and Parvati all practiced their bubblehead charms and joined in underwater mock battles with Harry, Moody, and Dora--who Mad Eye had roped into helping to train the girls so that he could focus on Harry.
Over the last few weeks Harry found no time to relax, but he finally perfected his gills and a perfect metamorphic mimicry of Gillyweed effects. And during that time, Fleur had only been able to spend mealtimes together with them as she had been very busy training in the lake with Madame Maxime.
Likewise, Viktor had been hard at work training in the Black Lake with Karkaroff and some of his friends in Durmstrang. Several times over the weeks, Lavender seemed like she wanted to stop and talk to Harry and Hermione, but was unable to catch them alone as Daphne and Luna and Parvati always seemed to be with them between or after classes.

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It was Monday, the day before the task, and Harry convinced Hermione that they both needed to skip classes for last minute preparations.
“Take off your blouse Hermione, please,” Harry asked when they returned to their quarters after breakfast. Hermione’s furry ears and tail twitched in puzzlement. It was obvious that Harry wasn’t making a sexual overture. Harry grinned at Hermione’s consternation.
“Sorry Hermione. I forgot to tell you. I’m going to put a couple of runes on you to protect you from the cold and ward off the Grindylows. The lake is going to be bloody freezing, and I think the merpeople are going to be enough trouble without us having to deal with Grindylows too. I’m going to put the same runes on myself. I’m not worried about the Giant Squid, according to the Creeveys, it’s alright.”
Hermione gulped anxiously and nodded.
“Thanks Harry. I didn’t think about that.”
“No worries Hermione.” Harry replied gently. “We’ve both been working hard on trying to figure this out, and focused on different bits. Thanks for helping me with the gills and metamorphing, not to mention practicing all the spells with me.”
“I’m going to let you cast the Mermish Translation Charm on both of us now too. I’m not sure if I’ve got it down well enough. I’ve just been so worn with all the combat training and learning the other new spells. I’d never be able to do this if it weren’t for you Hermione.”
Finally deciding they were as ready as they were ever going to be, they took the afternoon off to relax. Daphne joined them after classes and the three of them snuggled on the settee until dinnertime.
At dinner, Fleur sat at the Ravenclaw table with Gabrielle and their mother who had arrived the day before to look after Gabrielle and watch the second task. Krum and Lavender were nowhere in sight. Nor were Cedric and Cho, and Harry supposed that they were spending as much time as they could together before the merpeople took Lavender and Cho.
Luna and Parvati both hugged Hermione and gave her a kiss at dinner. It was just the two of them and Daphne at the Mingling Table that evening with Harry and Hermione, as Fred and George had shooed everyone else off so that Harry could collect himself for the task the following morning. But everyone had wished Harry good luck before going back to their House Tables.
As dinner concluded, a very grim-faced McGonagall approached their table.
“Good luck Hermione.” Parvati whispered, “Harry will find you tomorrow. I know he will.”
“Thank you Parvati. Can you and Luna look after Harry and Daphne tonight please. He’ll just need some company so that he won’t feel alone.”
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