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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242841 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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As it was Saturday morning, nobody seemed inclined to wake up early for breakfast. Everyone was enjoying comforting and cuddling Harry too much. And Harry was rather enjoying it himself. He really needed to go to the bathroom, but there was no way he was getting out of the tails and arms without waking anyone up today.
Not to mention it was always rather difficult to go when he woke with an erection. But someone else was stirring and had discovered Harry’s pressing need. He strained his head to see who was taking care of his problem and saw Fleur’s platinum hair strewn across his waist as her head bobbed up and down with her soft lips around his morning stiffness.
All of Harry’s ruminations regarding the Potions Master were forgotten
Fleur’s tongue was skillful, and her moist suction brought him off quickly. It was her first time tasting semen, but Fleur had seen the other girls doing it and she was not to be outdone. When Harry groaned and released himself, Fleur swallowed his ejaculate curiously as it spilled over her tongue.
But she was unused to it and unable to keep up with the flow. Gasping, Fleur drew back and the last few spurts of Harry’s stickiness landed on her cheek and nose. She caught Harry’s eye and blushed, smiling sweetly.
“Good morning ‘arry. I ‘ope you did not mind zat.”
Harry grinned.
“Not at all. Thanks Fleur... that was lovely, really!”
Parvati had woken up and she smirked, her black tail waving gleefully.
“I didn’t think I would have anything to teach you Fleur!” Parvati chortled.
Hermione had stirred awake herself when she felt her husband climaxing, and she giggled at the exchange
Taking his opportunity as the rest of the girls began to wake, Harry dashed to the bathroom to relieve his other pressing need. Hermione followed him in and shut the door behind her with a wicked grin on her face.
The rest of the giggling girls began to sort each other out in the Potters' bed while echoes of pleasure could be heard coming from the bathroom over the thrumming sound of the shower. Soon, everyone had brought each other off at least once.
Dobby delightedly served everybody breakfast in the Potters’ chambers, and he opened the door for Hedwig when she dropped by with Mrs Granger’s reply to Harry and Hermione’s invitation to Hogwarts for Easter. Hedwig nuzzled Harry’s ear while he buttered a crumpet for her. Clad in nightgowns, the satisfied six devoured their morning meal hungrily.
After breakfast, Fleur, Harry, and Hermione dressed warmly to meet Ludo Bagman and Percy Weasley at the transformed Quidditch pitch to be officially introduced to the Third Task. The most recent rain had melted the last few patches of snow, but the temperatures were still frigid and their breath hung in the air.
Bagman grinned and chuckled nervously during the entire explanation of the Third Task, avoiding Harry’s eye. But it took everything Hermione had to not claw Percy Weasley’s eyes out every time he glanced smugly at Harry. She did her utmost to control her breathing and keep her bushy tail from looking like a porcupine.

~o0o~

It had warmed up a fair bit by lunchtime, and the Unaffiliateds took their lunch together under a beech tree by the Black Lake. A pair of starlings chirped and twittered happily in the branches above.
Luna was sitting on Parvati’s lap with her fluffy white tail curled around her girlfriend. After she finished her ham and cucumber sandwich and a packet of salt and vinegar crisps, Luna pulled a parchment out of her robes.
“This is for you and Fleur, Harry,” Luna offered, “It’s the list of creatures Daddy thinks the Ministry might add to the task. He said some might be more likely than others, but it’s probably best to prepare for them all.”
Hermione sat on Harry’s lap to read it with him; her bushy tail bristled and she gasped in shock as she glanced at the list. Harry’s stomach tightened.
“A Manticore... surely not!” Hermione muttered angrily. “They’re incredibly violent.”
“I dunno Hermione. According to Hagrid, the Triwizard Commission procured one to mate with a Fire Crab and gave him the Skrewt Eggs to raise.”
Fleur paled as she read over Harry’s shoulder.
“A Gorgon...?” Fleur gasped, “Ees your father seerious Luna?”
“Absolutely,” Luna nodded, “After what happened in the Black Lake with the Kappa and the Merpeople, he thinks you should be prepared for the worst.”
Daphne and Parvati peered over Harry’s shoulder too. Parvati’s normally sleek black tail bottlebrushed, and she shuddered in fright at the idea of a mummy possibly running loose on the Hogwarts grounds.
Harry sighed in resignation when he discerned Chimaera on Mr Lovegood’s list. It was surely more likely than a Sphinx. Harry was beginning to doubt that the Minister would have something as easy to deal with as a cryptic but relatively benevolent Sphinx in the mix. Harry thought Mr Lovegood was probably quite right to consider that the Minister would most likely choose those creatures most capable of murder to throw at the champions.
“I suppose we should be thankful there isn’t a Cockatrice on the list,” Hermione snorted sarcastically. “Mr Lovegood is probably correct to assume that the Minister wouldn’t employ the creature that got the Tournament canceled the last time it was held.”
Luna was scared for her friends, but she was quite pleased that everyone was taking her father seriously.
“Well, Hermione,” Harry sighed, but then he couldn‘t help grinning her, “looks like we’ll have to cancel our date and spend it in the library.”
“Prat,” Hermione glowered in mock indignation and she poked Harry in the ribs, before returning Harry’s grin. They had both learned in recent months that mutual study sessions could be quite stimulating in more ways than one.
The rest of the unaffiliateds decided that they weren’t quite so keen to return to the castle as it was so pleasant outside, and told the Potters to go ahead without them. Luna thought back to the fun they had begun this morning, and had an idea about how to spend part of the afternoon, as Mad Eye had given them Saturday off this week, with a warning to be prepared for a hardcore training session on Sunday.
“Fleur, would you and Daphne like to see my--our little hideout in the woods?” Luna asked invitingly, as she squeezed Parvati’s hand.

~o0o~

On their way back up to the castle, Harry and Hermione spied several students near some juniper bushes and a small cluster of birch trees. Harry didn’t need Hermione’s cat-senses to know something was wrong.
“What’s the matter you little fairy? Did being that close to a girl frighten you?” McLaggen’s pompous loud voice carried. “Aren’t you going to answer me...?”
McLaggen kicked out heavily and connected, wrenching a cry of pain from someone. Harry’s blood began to boil and he started jogging up the hill with his wand in hand and his angry wife by his side, her own wand at the ready.
“Funny, I never took you and the Bogtrotter for Nancy Boys, Weaselby...” jeered McLaggen’s friend, issuing a kick of his own at the red-headed boy who was doubled over in pain on the ground. Harry heard a sickening crack as one of Ron’s ribs broke.
Without warning, Harry shot a stunner at Kenneth Towler and he dropped like a stone. McLaggen whirled around, and his eyebrows arched in surprise when he saw Potter bearing down on him.
“What do you care Potter?” McLaggen whined, “I thought you hated the little blighter....”
Harry answered with another stunner, knocking McLaggen back against one of the birches. It hadn’t been a very strong stunner, as Harry wanted Cormac conscious. He strode up to McLaggen and kicked him in the balls. Cormac grunted in pain.
“I never hated Weasley you Tosser,” Harry snarled, “I hate Bullies!”
Harry hit Cormac in the face once with an open hand to drive the point home. Hermione almost grabbed Harry's arm, but stopped herself when she realised that Harry was finished striking the groaning Fourth Year student.
“I didn’t like my mate being a stupid git himself, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let a cretin like you hex or beat the piss out of him--or anyone else for that matter. Remember that, and tell all your sodding mates that those days are over here at Hogwarts as long as I’m around.”

~o0o~

Wormtail was ecstatic. For the first time in his life he felt truly respected.
The Professors at Hogwarts, especially McGonagall, had always made him feel inadequate. Just because Wormtail valued fun more than homework didn’t mean that Pettigrew was inept. He had always managed to pull out Acceptables and a few Exceeds Expectations at the last minute. It wasn’t Wormtail’s fault that schoolwork was boring.
Padfoot had never really appreciated him, always mocking Wormtail’s hero worship of Prongs and treating him as an inferior.
And Prongs, though he had always seemed happy to have Wormtail’s admiration, Wormtail wanted more than James's appreciation. He wanted what James had.
James was everything that Wormtail wanted to be. He was famous for his abilities as a Quidditch Player, and he always got the girls--except for Lily Evans who thought James was a pompous bullying prat for pranking that greasy swotter who always had his head in a book about potions or dark arts, Snivellus Snape.
And James always seemed to be able to afford to buy nice things and the best snacks from the food trolley on the Hogwarts Express. Everything Wormtail owned was rubbish and all he had were mouldy homemade sandwiches. His parents could barely afford to send him to Hogwarts.
Then somehow, in sixth year, Prongs had settled down and swallowed his pride. He was “turning over a new leaf.” Those had been Potter’s own words when he had angrily dressed Sirius down for his nearly deadly “pranking” of Snivellus Snape, and Lily Evans had overheard the shouting match.
Wormtail flushed jealously again as he remembered how the girl he had always dreamed of the most while wanking had quickly fallen for James after realising that James had grown up finally and saved Lily's once best friend from certain death.
Sirius had calmed down after his fight with James, agreeing that he had stepped over a line which should never have been crossed. He had apologised profusely to James, and then also apologised even more abjectly to Snivellus. Sirius too, “turned over a new leaf” that year, and he had even apologised to Wormtail.
But things were never quite the same between any of them after that. James had sensed Wormtail’s desires for Lily and kept him at arm’s length after she had become his girlfriend, and later his wife. And Sirius and Remus had grown much closer to each other, though they were careful not to advertise their affections.
Wormtail was the odd one out.
After Hogwarts, the Marauders had joined the battle against the Dark Lord’s reign of terror. But Wormtail always knew it was a futile endeavour. The Dark Lord was Superior in every conceivable way. Not even Dumbledore could stop him.
Wormtail had come to understand that he was on the wrong side. Under the Dark Lord’s rule, Wormtail could have all the gold and women he wanted. Lily was nothing...a Mudblood. She would beg to be one of Wormtail’s whores after James was dead--she clearly was done with Snivellus.
Wormtail couldn’t believe his luck when Sirius had insisted to James that Peter should be the Potters’ Secret Keeper. This was Wormtail’s opportunity to finally get the Glory, Women, and Riches he deserved.
And if Lily were foolish enough to stand in the Dark Lord's way, what did it matter? There would be plenty of other mudblood slags who would beg to have Wormtail if they wanted magic under Voldemort's Law--and he could take any muggle girl he wanted at any time.
The Dark Lord had rewarded Wormtail greatly for his services and made him a Death Eater. Then everything had gone to hell when the Potter Brat had apparently killed the Dark Lord in some sort of outburst of Accidental Magic. Terrified that he would be caught at the scene, Wormtail had fled with his Master's wand and hidden it before framing Padfoot as the Potters' betrayer.
Wormtail had sought out a suitable home in which he could hide undiscovered as a Rat, and had come to find much food and solace in the House of Molly, as the familiar of one of her many sons, Percy Weasley. For many years Wormtail grew fat, and reveled in his access to the comforts of Hogwarts, right under the unwitting nose of the Cat Mistress of Gryffindor--Minerva McGonagall. The irony was not lost on Wormtail--ineptitude indeed. Wormtail had shown her the true meaning of the word.
But it was only when Wormtail had returned to Hogwarts as Ronald Bilius Weasley’s familiar, Wormtail had come to learn that Voldemort still lived on after a fashion.
It didn’t surprise Wormtail that the Potter Brat had chosen a brainy Mudblood as his father had. She had many of Lily’s qualities, though she looked nothing like her, and Wormtail had felt the stirrings of jealousy again. When the Potter scion’s own mudblood whore had turned into a halfbreed Cat, Wormtail decided to take it as a sign that the time was ripe to find his Master and return him to Power.
And now, it was all paying off. Wormtail grinned at himself in the mirror as he adjusted his robes. Tonight, with MacNair, Crabbe, and Goyle, as his bodyguards, Wormtail would offer the Wolf what he had wanted the last time around, a chance to be a Death Eater. And when Fenrir Greyback accepted, Wormtail, as the Dark Lord’s Second, would have a Lycan Clan at his disposal.
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