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Moments in Love	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 175861 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Twelfth Night

Dora and Harry resignedly faced the roars of laughter which they had been expecting upon regaling the rest of the Coven with the details of dinner with Dora’s parents. Luna, Ginny, and Parvati couldn’t stop giggling.
“So your parents really think that you and Fleur are bonking Harry and Hermione - all together at the same time?” Jennifer chortled, shaking her head in amazement. “And they’re alright with it?”
“That’s about the size of it!” Dora sighed. She smirked sardonically when an amusing thought occurred to her. “We might as well’ve all had a real Coven orgy for all they’d care if they knew what we were actually gettin’ up to.”
Fleur nodded, tittering.
“...And your mum really wants you and Harry to give her a grandchild?” Daphne squeaked, peering sympathetically at Dora and Harry. “But even if Harry weren’t already married, and if Hermione was alright with it - and even if you were actually interested in guys, he’s a bit young to be a father isn’t he?”
“That’s what I said,” Harry grumbled.
Dora glanced at Fleur and Hermione and gave Harry another apologetic look.
“I’m sorry again that you lot had to get in the middle of that! ... Especially you Harry! If it helps, Mum was actually directing most of that at me Harry, not really you... See, only half that little speech was new,” Dora sighed, rolling her eyes wearily.
“Well, maybe 2/3 of it,” she went on, “but the core of it, that’s Mum’s same old woe-is-me story about ‘ow she’ll never have grandchildren, but she loves me anyway... I’ve heard some version of it on a semi-regular basis ever since I came out to Mum and Dad at fourteen.
“It’s her way of guilt tripping me - constantly remindin’ me of what she’s sacrificing to support my ‘alternative lifestyle.’ ... It’s true that Mum supports ‘alternate lifestyles’ in theory - she’s great like that. Mum and Dad both are, but when it’s applied to me, it’s a bit more complicated.
“Mum’s supportive enough of me bein’ ‘oo I am for the most part, I suppose... but she still doesn’t really quite get it - get me. You and Hermione get me way better than she does...”
Dora turned slightly pink and hesitated a moment, distracted by a stray thought which she decided might be better if edited. It suddenly struck Dora that perhaps her mother’s perceptions might not be wholly inaccurate.
“...Anyway,” she continued, trying to bury that thought, “the point is that even though she’s sorta got her hopes up about you bein’ a part of this supposedly new bisexual, orgy filled version of my ‘lifestyle,’ - allegedly - Harry, you could be almost any guy who’s not a Blood Purist and Mum would be excited about you bein’ in on it.
“And as far as she’s concerned, it doesn’t really matter how old you are now, or how many other girls are in on it as long as we... er... you and me.... erm.... as long as we get around to shagging eventually and she gets a grandkid out of the deal...”
Dora trailed off, her pink features taking on a distinctly deeper hue of red, unable to help picturing it.
Harry shook his head in wonderment. He couldn’t stop himself briefly imagining what it might be like making a baby with Dora someday... after he and Hermione had their own of course. And of course, given all of the “foursome” talk it was impossible not to picture Fleur in on the action too. Harry tried his best to unsee his imaginings and glanced at Hermione, swallowing guiltily.
For some reason, Hermione flushed and looked a bit sheepish. Harry supposed it was because she was still embarrassed about walking in on Dora and Fleur that morning. Then Harry remembered that Hermione had requested a “date” with Harriet after the Shower Incident that morning and felt a little less guilty.
“What can I say?” Dora sighed when she found her voice again. “Mum just really wants a grandkid some day, and me... I’m just not really the havin’ a baby type o’ girl. Though I suppose anything’s possible in the long run... She always seems to bring it up right around my birthday for some reason...”
“Your birthday?” said Harry, frowning in puzzlement. “So when is it then?”
Hermione gasped and clapped a hand to her mouth in shock. “Dora, we’ve known you for a year now. We must have missed your last one and nobody told us...”
Fleur arched her eyebrows questioningly at her girlfriend. The giggles died down as the rest of the Coven eyed Dora.
Dora reddened. “Er... yeah! Sorry ‘bout that. I just hate makin’ a big deal out of it! ... It’s comin’ up in a couple of days - on the fifth. It’s the twelfth day o’ Christmas... which Sirius finds hilarious for some reason...”
Hermione was glad that she hadn’t taken that sip of butterbeer which she had been thinking of taking. Spit-take avoided, Hermione tried to pretend that she hadn’t just lurched in her seat, her eyes a-popping.
Too late! All heads swiveled, their own eyes falling upon Hermione.
“Er... It... it’s a play from Shakespeare,” she explained, peering sympathetically at Dora, “...a play called Twelfth Night. Sirius must have read it or seen it. It’s a comedy about a love triangle. One of the main characters happens to be a girl disguised as a man who becomes the object of another woman’s affections...”
“Oh!” Dora rolled her eyes while Fleur tittered. “I get it! Because I’m a metamorphmagus and a lesbian to boot! Yeah! Really funny!” she said sarcastically. “If you come up with any witty Shakespeare zingers I can get Sirius back with, I’d be really grateful Hermione.”
“I’ll see what I can come up with,” said Hermione with a hint of a smirk.
“Hmm... Sirius, is he truly so wrong, Cherie?” Fleur asked Dora pointedly. “Are you not ze object of my affections?”
“Well...er... yeah!” Dora blushed under Fleur’s intensely adoring gaze. “True! It’s just the principle of the thing - Sirius teasin’ me like that. One good turn deserves another, right Harry?”
“Absolutely!” Harry agreed with a grin.
“Anyway Dora, maybe we find some ozzer way to grant the wish of your Maman,” said Fleur consolingly, giggling as she gave Dora a wink. “Per’aps some day, I may carry your baby, Cherie, non?”
Dora’s eyebrows popped up; she hadn’t even considered that as a possibility...

~o0o~
Once in bed, Dora lay awake in the dark snuggled right up against Fleur’s backside, curling an arm around her waist. Fleur stirred, settling into Dora’s warm embrace and letting out a contented sigh. Dora couldn’t help thinking about her life - about who she was, what she really wanted... If Mum had hoped to get Dora to take stock of herself it was working, though perhaps not quite in the way she had intended.
That whole business with Fleur and Hermione that morning was one thing, and Dora would have been perfectly happy to write it all off as a laugh and a bit of a silly fantasy. Sure, of course it would be a bit of a lark if she and Fleur had a romp with Hermione and Harriet; Dora couldn’t deny that she’d liked the Potters from the moment she’d met them and been attracted to Hermione right from the start.
And Harriet... well, that was the interesting story which was at the centre of what was now making Dora question everything, and making it impossible to write it all off as just a laugh, or to write off her mother’s comments as wholly without merit.
Dora had never really questioned the fact that she was a girl who liked other girls, and she hadn’t really given it much thought that she had found herself attracted to Harriet as well as Hermione. What was odd now that she thought about it again, was that the connection was there regardless of Harry’s physical gender, and had been since she’d met him.
It had been more than a bit confusing and unsettling to admit to herself that she had some feelings for a bloke. Dora had suspected it had something to do with Harry’s pretty green eyes, and when the idea that Harry might have a female soul behind them had come up, it had all made sense finally.
But now it was all topsy-turvy again.
Not because of Harry at all really, but now because Dora wasn’t so sure of herself anymore. Dora had always thought of herself as a girl, but she had recently taken up Fleur’s suggestion to “try something new” in bed together, and found that she quite enjoyed it - a lot.
It had taken a bit of time and effort, but after diligent study of anatomical charts and photographs Dora had worked out how to craft herself a male appendage which Fleur assured her looked perfect. And judging from Dora’s responses on the first few “test runs” with Fleur, the nerve endings and the plumbing seemed all in order.
If Dora wasn’t much of a “Mum” sort, maybe she was more of a “Dad” sort? Putting aside the exciting implications that Fleur’s comment held for the future of their relationship - and providing that all the biological components worked properly - Dora couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have a kid with Fleur as long as Dora didn’t have to be the “mummy.”
The whole business with the pond and Hermione’s story about Hermaphroditus had been too ironic... almost as ironic as Dora’s birthday being on Twelfth Night.
Now Dora wondered if the only reason she had liked girls all along was because she was really a guy inside; she was no longer sure if she was meant to be a guy or a girl. Dora had quite enjoyed being (more or less) a guy with Fleur and it was becoming a regular thing; it felt completely natural to her. Maybe Dora had a male soul like Harry had a female one?
But then why did Dora still more or less feel like a girl most of the time if that was true?
Maybe it was just a metamorphmagus thing? Was this how Harry felt? Did he have to deal with all of this too? Was it normal for a metamorphmagus to go through this at some point in their lives? Maybe this sort of gender crisis was something common to metamorphmagi.
There really was no way to know. Dora couldn’t talk to Harry... That would be far too embarrassing for the both of them. But there really was nobody else. Her teacher had passed away a few years ago and there were only two other metamorphmagi that she knew, both Aurors, and she didn’t like either of them enough to even remotely consider discussing such a personal subject with them. And as far as Dora knew, there were only maybe another half a dozen metamorphmagi in the entirety of Britain.
In the end, there was really only one other person who might have some relevant experience that Dora felt like she might be comfortable talking about it with, though given the awkwardness so fresh in everyone’s minds, even that seemed a bit of a stretch at the moment. But of all her options, Dora felt seeking Hermione’s counsel was the least embarrassing of the lot. Hermione would surely have some insights given her relationship with Harry.
And as to the rest, well, silly daydreams were best left in fantasy-land... right?

~o0o~
“So, are you sure this is good enough, Hermione?” asked Harriet, smirking. “Or would you like me to turn into Dora or Fleur?”
Hermione hesitated a moment before answering. Harriet grinned at Hermione’s expression.
“Don’t be silly Harriet,” said Hermione, recovering herself admirably as she hungrily eyeballed Harriet’s enchanting features. “You’re perfect just as you are!”
Blushing slightly at the intensity of Hermione’s amorous gaze, Harriet didn’t doubt Hermione’s words, but Harriet noticed that Hermione had avoided answering the second part of the question.
“It’s alright you know!” said Harriet earnestly. “I don’t mind. It’d be fun to pretend to be someone else. As long as you don’t want me to look like someone horrible, like Draco Malfoy or Voldemort...”
“Oh! That’s nice!” Hermione rolled her eyes. “Thanks for spoiling the mood, Harriet! Are you trying to make me ill? Maybe you think I’ve got a thing for Snape too...”
“Wait... I didn’t mean...” Harriet tried to interject, horrified at the mere mention in passing that Hermione might want her to be someone old enough to be her father... especially Snape, despite the fact that he was quite civil to the both of them these days.
“...Or maybe you think I might be attracted to Ron?” Hermione continued breezily. “Can you imagine? Me with Ron? ... after four years of his insults and all of the arguments and the fighting? Hmm... now there’s an idea...”
“Hermione, that’s not...”
But Hermione was not to be interrupted. She cheerfully barreled on, seeming positively gleeful now.
“...Or Cedric? Hmm... he’s nice to look at! OH! ... I know! You could be Fred... or George... either one I suppose...”
Judging from the sparkles of laughter in her eyes, it was obvious at this point that Hermione was just teasing Harriet, trying to get a rise out of her, getting her back for daring to even hint at the remote possibility that Hermione might have some sort of perverse attraction for someone as ghastly and hateful as Malfoy or Voldemort.
There was only one way to end this.
Harriet launched a tickle attack. She soon had her bushy-haired wife on her back and squealing, tears of laughter streaming down Hermione’s giddily flushed cheeks.
“Okay! Alright! ...” Hermione managed to gasp between giggles. “You win Harriet! Stop! No more...”
Harriet’s fingers immediately halted dancing across the bare skin of Hermione’s midriff. Harriet grinned down at Hermione.
“Harriet! You know I was just teasing right? You’re the only one for me, boy or girl!”
“Yeah I know Hermione,” said Harriet. “And I get your point. I suppose it would be like if the situation were reversed and I wanted you to be Umbridge or Cho Chang - nasty person or nice, you’d still probably feel a bit hurt on some level, even if you had offered to be one of them for me.”
Hermione nodded, glad that Harriet had worked it out.
“It’s one thing to have fantasies Harriet, and it’s fun to role-play sometimes,” said Hermione, “but it’s better to be careful when it’s people you’re acquainted with. I suppose if you offered to pretend to be a fictional character, I might...”
“So you admit it?” Harriet grinned again, interrupting Hermione. “That you actually thought about you and me having a little ‘get-together’ with Dora and Fleur?”
“Yes! Alright Harriet! I admit it,” Hermione rolled her eyes again, blushing. “Dora and Fleur are both very appealing, and I love them both. But it was just a silly fantasy. So what about you then?”
“Who... me?” said Harriet, her expression one of pure innocence. “What gave you that idea?”
“Really Harriet?” Hermione gave Harriet a look which suggested strongly that the time for teasing was over.
“Yeah... Okay!” Harriet reddened, still grinning, but looking rather sheepish. “I admit that once I realised what was up with you and Dora and Fleur, I couldn’t help thinking about it too. But I felt really guilty about it.”
“Well, there’s really no need to feel guilty for fantasies Harriet, especially when they’re about people we both love anyway!” Hermione reassured Harriet. “Fantasizing about Cho Chang on the other hand, might be due cause for guilt,” she concluded with an impish look, implying strongly that playtime had resumed.
“Right then! No Cho, no problem!” Harriet agreed, an equally mischievous look in her eyes. “So what fictional character would you like me to be then? Someone from a film maybe? Are actors out of the question? ... ”
“Maybe another time Harriet.” Hermione grinned, a naughty golden gleam in her eyes. “I meant it when I said you’re perfect just as you are! Besides, there’s one thing I’d like to try that I haven’t done with you as a girl yet...”
And with that, Hermione slid down the bed and parted Harriet's legs, trailing kisses up her inner thighs, her lips finally reaching Harriet's heated entrance...

~o0o~
The next morning brought a crisp clear day, bright, but bitterly cold. Hedwig yawned and fluffed her feathers, sitting on top of the mahogany wardrobe with Crookshanks curled around her, purring and flicking his bushy orange tail lazily. Both of them eyed their humans keenly as the Potters greeted the morning and made themselves ready for the day.
By all appearances, Harry, Hermione, and Dora had all by and large got over their embarrassment and could look each other in the eyes again without getting all flustered at breakfast.
As usual, Harry started the day off with a bit of the BBC news and the WVN news. The biggest news on the BBC was the unusually cold winter and the snow blanketing most of Britain, including nearly all of Southern England, excepting parts of Cornwall. The WVN news was another matter.
“Oh bloody hell!” Harry muttered.
Hermione and Dora, who had both been engaging in a hushed conversation on the other side of the room looked up to see what had got Harry worked up. Their earnest expressions quickly turned into scowls as groans emanated from the other young witches when they saw the graphics on the screen and listened to the announcement.
“...and be sure to tune in tonight at seven for an in-depth view of Dumbledore’s biography: The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, a documentary based on the award winning series of articles presented at the end of last summer in the pages of the Daily Prophet...”
“That’s horrible,” said Luna sadly.
“Poor Dumbledore,” Daphne agreed. “I can’t believe they’re bringing that up again.”
“They totally butchered the truth last year - twisted it all around!” Harry growled. “Of course they’re dredging it all up again now that we’re exposing them on the Wiz-Vision.”
“You should just turn it off,” said Ginny, fuming. “And there’s no point watching it tonight, is there?”
“No there isn’t! You’re right Ginny,” Hermione said firmly. “We already know what they’re going to say.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” said Harry, turning off the Wiz-Vizion. “I’m over this!”
Harry’s agitation stayed with him for a while, but he felt much better after another training session in the barn with the others and Ginny. He was really pleased at how well she was acclimating to casting spells as part of a Coven.
For her part, Ginny was thrilled to finally be a part of it all after being separated from Luna and their friends for a month and a half, and excited at the idea of her Patronus being as powerful as Harry and Hermione’s, at least while casting her Patronus as part of a Coven spell. And Ginny couldn’t get over it when she saw Parvati’s Corporeal Patronus.
The last time Ginny had seen Parvati perform one was in the brief session preparing for Voldemort’s attack on the castle, and at that point, as it was her first time, Parvati had just been able to manage a misty looking Patronus Shield.
“Wow! That’s gorgeous Parvati!” Ginny gasped. “Is that a...?”
“...Black Panther! Yeah.” Parvati nodded, grinning. “At least we think so. Right Hermione?”
“It’s the most likely given its shape,” Hermione agreed. “It could be a leopard, as they’re more or less the same species, but I think the light would be dappled if it were.”
Ginny, Luna, and Parvati all shared a look, pondering the significance of Parvati’s feline Patronus, and Parvati blushed. It could after all simply be a reflection of Parvati’s Indian heritage, but after their threesome at the pond it was hard not to think that there might not be a bit more to it.
Parvati’s wasn’t the only Patronus that Ginny hadn’t seen yet though, Daphne’s and Jennifer’s were new to her as well. Jennifer’s was a badger and Daphne’s appeared to be some sort of fox, but it seemed a bit small.
“...Hermione thinks it might be an Arctic Fox,” said Daphne when Ginny asked.
After the training session, the rest of the day was spent lounging and engaging in various activities. Dora dragged Hermione to the piano, eager to hear her play some more and play it together for a bit. Harry returned to Jennifer’s art studio to have a go at painting again, this time with Jennifer as his “art-teacher.” Ginny, Luna, Parvati, and Daphne played some muggle board games which Jennifer had introduced them to, and Fleur was reading one of the Curse-Breaking books which Hermione had brought from Number Twelve’s library.
Harry then spent the evening with Hermione snuggled on his lap, reading another science fiction book by Robert Heinlein together. He wondered if Hermione had chosen The Moon is a Harsh Mistress for a reason, when it became apparent that it was about Lunar settlers waging a revolution against their Earthly oppressors.
The following morning, Hermione, Fleur, Jennifer, and Daphne conferred in whispers, occasionally glancing at Dora who was on a sofa nearby drawing superheroes in her sketchbook and animating them with her wand. Having apparently reached a conclusion, Hermione beckoned Harriet (who had felt in the mood to be a girl that morning) and whispered in her ear as well.
Dora stopped sketching and looked up, puzzled when Ginny, Luna, and Parvati joined the others.
“Alright, what’s goin’ on then?” asked Dora suspiciously. “What’s the big secret?”
“We’re taking you out for your birthday!” said Jennifer with a grin. “We’re going to spend the day in Poole...”
“It’s really nice,” said Hermione. “And they’ve got a lovely park. I’ve been there a number of times with my mum and auntie.”
Dora turned a bit pink. “Really you lot, you don’t ‘ave to go to the trouble.”
“Don’t be silly!” said Luna. “Birthdays aren’t trouble, they’re fun.”
“And we do not take no for an answer.” Fleur gave Dora a hard stare and a half-smile.
Dora felt a bit squirmy - happy, but embarrassed to be the centre of attention.
“Er... Alright then,” she agreed. “I suppose we’ll be safe enough.”
An hour later, the nine of them were bundled up in Poole Park, under cloudy skies and a few light flakes of snow. The ride around the park in the mini-railway was entertaining, and they had loads of giggly fun paddling around the thankfully not frozen over small lake in pedal-boats. Then at Hermione's insistence they all purchased 99's from the ice-cream kiosk and ate them while watching the ducks who were braving the unusually cold winter.
“I know it's weird eating ice-cream in the middle of winter, but this is always one of my favourite bits of coming to the park.” Hermione grinned as she pulled the chocolate flake out of the soft-serve ice-cream and took a bite. “They were some of the few occasions Mum would let me get something sweet which wasn’t sugar-free...”
Following lunch in a fish and chip shop, they took in a film at the local movie theatre, Sense and Sensibility.
“How about Hugh Grant or Emma Thompson?” Harriet whispered to Hermione, grinning. “They’re both nice to look at.”
“Oh shut up!” Hermione whispered back turning pink, immediately catching on to what Harriet was on about.
The rest of the afternoon was spent browsing through shops. Dora was particularly thrilled when they perused a musical instrument shop. While Hermione had Dora distracted, busy ogling the electrical music equipment, Jennifer and Harriet gathered a number of items and carried them up to the cash register.
Dora’s eyes popped when she spotted them both waiting to pay for a synthesizer, an electric guitar, a drum machine, and several small amplifiers.
“You shouldn’t’ve, you two... really!” Dora moaned weakly, feeling guilty at having so much money spent on her.
“Harriet and I wanted to,” Jennifer asserted. “We all know you’ve been dying to get your hands on some electric instruments, and Harriet and I can well afford it. Now you can really play some rock music...”
“Besides,” said Harriet with a grin as she went back to grab a microphone, and a couple of effects processors which she and Jennifer had forgotten on the first trek around the shop, “How are you and Parvati supposed to start a band without the proper equipment?”
“Wait... what?” Parvati gasped.
“Well the band will need a singer,” Ginny giggled.
Parvati flushed in embarrassment, having never considered that her singing voice was actually good enough to share with the world, despite the encouragement of Ginny, Luna, and the other members of the Coven.
“Now all we need are some proper drums,” said Luna, her eyes shining eagerly. “I’ve always wanted to play drums.”
“At some point, yeah,” Jennifer agreed, laughing when she saw Luna’s excitement. “We’ll just barely be able to manage to lug this lot of stuff back today, between us all. You’ll have to make do with the drum machine for now.”
Once back at Jennifer’s manor, Hermione and Harriet made certain that the musical equipment was properly enchanted to operate with magic instead of electricity, as it hadn’t been connected the day they had charmed the junction box in the basement. After enjoying the fantastic cake Dobby had whipped up for Dora's birthday, Dora spent most of the evening with Luna messing around with the synthesizer and drum machine.
The next day the snow was coming down heavily again. Harry had another go at painting after he and Hermione finished the book they were reading. Jennifer joined in, giving Harry pointers again while Hermione found the others in the bedroom which had been converted to a music studio. By the time Jennifer and Harry had finished painting for the day and cleaned up, they discovered everyone in the music room.
Hermione and Ginny were giggling, having fun creating weird sounds on the synthesizer while Luna tapped out rhythms on the drum machine and Dora made the electric guitar scream. Daphne and Fleur were laughing their heads off at all the noise, and Parvati was sitting it out because there was little point trying to sing until they got around to practicing actual songs.
“Blimey, what a bloody racket!” Harry chortled when the cacophony hit his ears. “It’s a good thing we put silencing charms on all of the walls.”
“I’d say so,” Jennifer agreed with a grin.

~o0o~
His eyes twinkling, Dumbledore regarded the two red-headed brothers seated before him in his office, considering their proposal.
“A costumed ‘Yule-O’Ween’ Ball?” he mused, stroking his long white beard. “Indeed, the idea has much merit considering that the Carrows allowed both occasions to pass without any fanfare, and it would certainly lift everyone’s spirits. Very well then, I’ll speak with the other professors, and we should be able to put something together for next weekend...”
“Wow!” George said to Fred after departing from the headmaster’s office, “I didn’t really think he’d go for it. I mean, whoever heard of ‘Yule-O’Ween’? ... Even I thought you were mental when you came up with that one.”
Fred mustered a pompous tone, which was a dead-on imitation of their estranged brother Percy.
“Of course he went for it! Great minds think alike...”

~o0o~
Eleanor Dolittle’s breath caught as she peered through her lacy curtains at the men in long black trench coats patrolling the oak-lined street without any regard for the near blizzard. She let out a sigh of relief when they passed by her bungalow with barely a glance and disapparated.
The greying witch scurried to the kitchen and waved her wand. The Welsh dresser laden with pictures of her father on his innumerable adventures with Uncle Stubbins and their many animal friends slid aside, revealing the door to the cellar. Opening the door, she called out down the steps to the muggleborn hiding below.
“It’s alright you lot, they’ve gone for now. It’s safe to come up...”
AN:
@ Wildstorm: Thank you! ... :-) ...And thanks for the clarification. In answer to your question, I have some ideas and story notes for some original works, but nothing substantive which is complete at this time.
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