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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242702 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Fleur gave everyone a kiss on the cheek before sitting down next to Daphne with the rest of the Unaffiliateds. Harry smiled, then peered at her earnestly. They were still early for breakfast, and other students were only just beginning to trickle into the Great Hall.
“Fleur, after classes, my coach for the Tournament is sure to begin training me specifically for the Third Task. Would you like to join us?” Harry asked quietly.
Fleur looked pensive and bit her lip. She wasn’t sure what to do. Even though she would be transferring to Hogwarts pending the end of the tournament, and had already moved into the Unaffiliated Corridor, she was still officially a Beauxbaton and technically their Champion. But she wanted to be with her friends.
Madame Maxime entered the Great Hall with Hagrid, having spent the night in his hut, and caught the eye of her student who was looking troubled. Olympe had an idea what was bothering Fleur, having been invited to join the Order by Dumbledore before retiring with Hagrid last night.
“Excusez-moi mon chér, I weel join you momentarily... I mus’ speak wiz my student.”
“Oh, alrigh’ then Olympe. Don’ be too long--tea’ll be gettin’ cold.” Hagrid replied. Olympe gave him a kiss on the cheek and he blushed. Hagrid spotted Harry grinning at him and waved back, chuckling slightly.
Fleur swallowed anxiously when Madam Maxime approached her. The Headmistress smiled at her pupil.
“It ees okay Fleur. I ‘ave spoken wiz Headmaster Dumblydore. He explained zat he ‘as already informe’ you what awaits. Winning zis tournament ees not as important to me as your survival and being wiz your loved ones. You may train wiz ‘arry. His coach ees ze best for zis task.”
“Merci beaucoup Madame,” Fleur returned gratefully, relief flooding through her.
As Madame Maxime made her way up to the staff table for breakfast, Fleur uncharacteristically squealed with delight. She pounced on Harry, who had been thrilled at the Headmistress of Beuxbaton’s response, and kissed him on the lips while Hermione, the other two cat-witches, and Daphne, smiled and turned pink.

~o0o~

Remus Lupin seriously considered getting drunk before returning from lunch for afternoon classes. Morning lessons had been a disaster. If it weren’t for the fact that boggarts were easier to defeat when it was confused by many people, Lupin would have already begun making a schedule to teach each student individually. As it was, he was going to have to solemnly rethink how to present this particular lesson.

~o0o~

Professor Lupin’s desk was back, and the grindylow tank was gone, but instead of remaining in the classroom, everyone filed behind him when he led the class to the nearby room where Professor McGonagall had held dance lessons prior to the Yule Ball. In the centre of the room stood a mahogany closet with brass handles.
The first few students had perfectly average fears and the shapeshifting wraith-like sprite assumed the identity of a rat, a bloody eyeball, a severed hand, a jack-in-the-box, and for Ronald Weasley, a Spider. Lupin began to get an inkling that there might be issues with the standard approach for teaching teenagers how to do deal with boggarts after Neville concluded.
Lupin made a note to himself to have Professor McGonagall investigate a member of her house, one of his older students in a different period, Cormac Mclaggen, for bullying and harassment after a very shaken Neville finally managed to dress the boggart-Mclaggen in his grandmother’s clothes, much to the amusement of the rest of the third year Gryffindors.
Parvati’s boggart was disturbing; her boggart-girlfriend-Luna told her that she didn’t love her anymore. Lupin had to step in to deal with that one as Parvati burst into tears and ran to be consoled by Hermione. When boggart-Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the closet to confront Daphne, the professor’s heart sank and he stepped in once again; Hermione was now consoling two crying girlfriends. But the final straw was when Harry stepped up and a dead Hermione-boggart lay on the floor.
Harry turned ashen and froze.
Professor Lupin banished the boggart back into the cupboard with some difficulty, as he was now in a bit of a temper with himself for having allowed this to get so out of hand.
“Class is dismissed. Please, I urge those of you who are still feeling badly to visit Madam Pomfrey. She will issue calming draughts to any of you who still need it.”
Lupin sighed as Hermione led her husband and their girlfriends to the hospital wing.

~o0o~

After the calming draughts and lunch, everyone felt much better. Classes passed relatively peacefully and cheerfully the rest of the afternoon for all except Lupin--who had resorted temporarily to explaining boggart theory--and Professor McGonagall, who was appalled to yet again have to address bullying in her House. Unfortunately, without someone coming forward, she could only wait for the other shoe to drop.

~o0o~

“Well Potter--looks like this one is probably the most dangerous one yet,” Mad Eye growled, “This should be right up your alley, but the Minister is sure to be adding things we don’t know about to the programme. Still, I reckon you’ve got the power and the willingness to use it... we’ll get you through this alive.”
The grizzled Auror peered appraisingly at Fleur and she blushed.
“That was a bang-up job you did in the lake Miss Delacour. Those natural powers of yours should come in handy in the maze. Right then, on Saturday, Bagman and the Weasley lad are going to be showin’ the Champions the maze and explainin’ the Third Task. Don’t forget to act surprised you two. You’re not supposed to be aware of it yet.”
Moody’s eye swiveled backwards into his head.
“Tonks, you stay in charge of that lot back there so I can keep my focus on these two. Mostly this is going to be a lot of advanced combat prep and strategy. Lupin’ll be focusing on the obstacles and creatures we know about in the DADA class, and I suggest you sit in on those with the Potters Miss Delacour.”
Fleur nodded, and gulped nervously, keeping her attention on Mad Eye as he began an overview of the combat spells and started to drill them while Tonks conducted drills with the rest of the Unaffiliateds.
It ended up being a brutal session for everyone, and all of them were groaning on the floor in pain when Mad Eye lurched out from the Room of Requirement. Dora had been expecting the escalation of training, and had quietly asked Madam Pomfrey for some actual Pain Potions earlier in the day.
“I nevair... I did not imagine zat training would be zis ‘ard,” moaned Fleur, as Dora passed her a vial.
“Yeah,” Harry grimaced and chugged his potion, “That’s Mad Eye for you. He doesn’t hold back.”
“He’s going to get tougher,” warned Dora, “But you’ll be able to ‘andle it a bit better after a couple of weeks you two. I’ll make sure that Pomfrey’s dolin’ out the good stuff until then. You’ll need it.”
“ ‘ere, I’ve got some for you lot as well, Hermione. Pass those to Luna and Parvati and Daphne will you please? I’d probably best be off now to get ready for dinner.”
Everyone finished swallowing their potions gratefully as Dora trotted out of the gym. Harry was feeling a lot better as the buzz of the potion began to kick in; it was much stronger than the calming draughts.
But he was surprised at how much he still hurt. Harry stood up, his joints and muscles screaming at him. Only the first set of drills had been with combat spells. The rest of the lesson had been spent on learning and drilling physical fighting techniques, and they had used up the entire exercise period too as Mad Eye had started right in on them.
“Thank you for zis ‘arry,” Fleur’s crystal blue eyes glazed over as her potion kicked in, and she kissed him wetly. “Zat was ‘arder zan I expected, but I know eet is necessary.”
Fleur tried to stand so she could go and get ready for dinner, and she nearly collapsed, but Harry caught her. He looked at the rest of the girls who were also holding onto each other and staggering to their feet. Hermione was practically carrying Luna, and Parvati and Daphne were leaning on each other.
“Oi, everyone,” Harry grunted, “there is no way I’m going to be ready in time for dinner. I’ve got an idea though. We can have Dobby bring us dinner later when we get back to our quarters. Let’s just step out of the Room of Requirement for a moment.”
Several minutes later, Harry opened the door again, revealing a crystalline grotto with a steaming, bubbling pool. The stalagmites and stalactites glittered in the light of a thousand tiny fairies flitting to and fro.
“Oh Harry,” gasped Hermione, her bushy tail perking up in delight, “That’s gorgeous! You’re brilliant. It’s just what we need.”
The rest of the girls thanked Harry, and everyone stripped themselves bare. Harry was too knackered to even think about having sex, but he couldn’t help becoming aroused at the sight of the five nude teen witches, three of them with very happy looking cat-tails.
“Ooooh, that’s hot,” squealed Luna as she dipped a toe in.
“I know,” purred Parvati, who was already immersed in the small pool, her first breasts just above the surface of the churning water, “It’s lovely. Hurry up Luna.”
It was a very small pool, but just the right size for all six of them to sit on the submerged ledge in a circle. The heat from the roiling water penetrated their aching muscles and sore joints and they all began to sigh and purr contentedly. Harry closed his eyes and started to drift as the potion, the heat, and the pheromones of the happy witches began to really kick in.
Hermione was the first one to touch Harry, as her hand brushed his slightly parted inner thigh. She began to nibble one of his ears, and the hand gently began to masturbate him. Fleur began to nip and lick Harry’s other earlobe and stroke his chest with one hand while running the other through his hair. Harry let out a soft sigh, amazed that he could feel so relaxed and aroused at the same time.
Daphne giggled. Determined to join in, she sat in Fleur’s lap, straddling one of the knees of the older girl, her moist slit pressing into Fleur’s thigh as Fleur’s nipples poked into her back. Daphne kissed Harry slowly and roamed his abdomen with her fingers, tickling his belly button.
Parvati and Luna glanced at each other. There was no way they were going to be left out of this. They had a quick giggly little water fight over who would get to sit on Hermione’s lap, and Parvati won. Grinding her own slick cleft into Hermione’s thigh, Parvati wrapped her wet black tail and one arm around her and teased Harry’s nipples with her forefinger while licking his neck.
Luna knelt between Harry’s thighs as the hot water bubbled and foamed around her. She started tenderly kneading his inner thighs. Then she took a deep breath and ducked her head under water as her sopping tail bobbed above the surface, flicking gleefully. Luna wrapped her lips around the tip of Harry’s penis which Hermione was still gently stroking. Luna’s tongue swirled around it and she sucked it daintily.
Luna’s drenched head kept popping up. She would wait a minute before plunging back beneath the surface to take the crown of Harry’s erection in her mouth again while Hermione’s hand continued to encircle the shaft. The girls were as tender as possible, doing their best to draw things out.
Harry was in heaven. He gasped in short ragged breaths, trying to hold on as long as he could. He didn’t want this to end. But sitting in a hot whirlpool with five beautiful naked witches--five pairs of lips and tongues trailing across various parts of his anatomy while a number of hands did the same--was proving too hard to resist.
Finally he couldn’t hold off any longer. A swell of ecstasy took him and his erection spasmed convulsively in Hermione’s hand. Luna greedily swallowed as Harry’s semen spurted into her mouth. Luna had taken a deep breath before diving down as she sensed he was about to climax, and she was intent on drinking every drop of ejaculate that Harry released over her tongue.
Harry’s head was spinning pleasantly. He didn’t notice Hermione reaching to the side of the little pool for her bag. She had just remembered that she had some gillyweed left. Hermione gently tipped the giggling Parvati off her lap.
“Luna, why don’t you sit with Parvati and take over up here,” Hermione whispered with a grin as she stuffed a pinch of gillyweed into her mouth.
Luna was all too happy to comply with Hermione’s request. As the other girls continued to caress Harry with their fingers, lips, and tongues, Hermione ducked her bushy head under water and licked Harry back into stiffness.
Harry couldn’t believe it when he felt Hermione’s lips pressed against his pubes, and the tip of his penis at the back of her throat. Having just recovered from the first time, he knew the second time would be much longer. But Hermione kept him inside her gullet, sliding back and forth only a few inches without coming up for air.
It dawned on him that Hermione must have taken some gillyweed. Harry put his hands around his wife’s head and began to thrust. The four girls continued to kiss, nuzzle, and lick; caress, tweak, and tease, while Hermione continued to suck and slurp. They all felt the elation surging within.
When the passion took Harry again, a Tsunami of Euphoric Bliss swept his wife and his lovers along with him. Harry and the girls exploded into a Turbulent Ocean of Ecstatic Delight, and the Maelstrom of Magic shook the fairy grotto to its foundation as Hermione drained every last drop of his semen.

~o0o~

Dinner was in full swing. Everyone was too busy feasting to notice that there was nobody at the Mingling Table tonight. The Great Hall trembled slightly.
“Bloody Hell! What was that...? What's going on?” Ron dropped his forkful of roast beef as the Great Hall fell into darkness when the candles flickered and went out.
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