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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 took his seat at the Mingling Table and breathed a huge sigh of relief, hoping to put the emotional turmoil behind him and gird himself for the Third Task. Hermione gave Harry a kiss on his cheek and sat next to him, curling her fluffy tail around his waist.
Daphne squeezed Harry’s hand, giving him a kiss on the other cheek as the rest of Unaffiliateds took their seats and some of their other friends took places at the Mingling Table. Moments later, Hedwig arrived with the post, dropping two newspapers in his lap.

Scandal at Hogwarts

by Rita Skeeter

On the eve of the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament, it has recently come to this sterling reporter’s attention that Dark Wizard in Training and married man, Harry Potter, may be engaging in improper relations with underage students at Hogwarts. Several students revealed that he is frequently seen in the company of two other young females who have apparently sustained similar symptoms to those of his unsuitably young wife’s potions “accident.”
A number of students from the Illustrious and Noble House of Slytherin have indicated that Mr Potter’s unique Parseltongue abilities may be too titillating and tantalisingly temptatious for young girls to refuse his nefarious advances. Is Mr Potter using his cunning tongue to ensnare victims, only to surreptitiously dose and subdue them with an illegal potion?
Is it possible that Mr Potter is utilising his young victims to engage in secret experimental dark magic to breed a new race of halfbreed abominations? One can only imagine how such goings-on can possibly escape the Eagle Eye of Headmaster Dumbledore.
And one can only wonder, what must his put upon wife--and first victim--think about all of this? Enquiring minds want to know.
“Oh bloody fucking hell!” Harry swore resignedly as he shook his head. He had wondered when that wretched woman would notice that Hermione wasn’t the only half-cat student at Hogwarts. He had never imagined that Rita Skeeter would be able to spin it into something so ludicrous and revolting though.
Fred and George were doubled over laughing their heads off. Neville looked embarrassed and Ginny had turned scarlet. Harry understood the Twins’ reactions. He’d be laughing his head off too if it weren’t sure to devastate his wife and their best friends.
Hang on! They were giggling!
Luna and Parvati couldn’t contain themselves and had collapsed into a fit of giggles. Hermione rolled her eyes and snorted at the ridiculous article before she started to chortle. Fleur’s eyes widened, then she smirked and tittered, shaking her head, as she read through the lunacy.
Daphne was distraught at first. Like Harry, she had been certain the article would upset her friends. She and Harry glanced around the Mingling Table, stunned at all of the mirth, then they peered at each other in surprise. Harry shrugged his shoulders and grimaced.
“If that’s the best Rita Skeeter can come up with, she’s losing her touch Harry.” Hermione giggled, seeing his bewildered expression. “Most wizards ought to know that Parselmouth is snake language... not quite the lurid sex act she’s implying it to be...”
“Yeah...I know,” Harry sighed, “But look at Mr Diggory. A lot of people seem to switch-off when they read stuff in mainstream newspapers. They just assume its true, even if it flies in the face of known scientific facts...”
“I’m sorry Harry,” Hermione frowned, “You’re right of course. It’s just really hard for those of us who know what you’re really like to take this rubbish seriously.”
“You haven’t read today’s Quibbler yet...” Luna began.
While most everyone else was still in the throes of mirth, Harry glanced at the Quibbler’s headline and blinked back the sudden tears.

The Harry We Know
Under the headline was a picture of Daphne, Luna, and Parvati smiling and waving. The article was a series of interviews in which they all described the painful details of their--or in Daphne's case, her sister Astoria's--sexual assaults and how Harry had rescued them.
The second article on the cover was a reprint of the article detailing the facts behind the imprisonment of Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott for the kidnapping and attempted rape of Astoria. And a third article was a detailed interview with the young woman who Harry and Hermione had saved from being raped by Nott’s father and several other Death Eaters at the World Cup.
Ginny dropped her red face in shame when her sharp eyes caught what Harry was reading. Hermione reached across the table and took her hand.
“It’s alright Ginny,” Hermione said quietly so that the Twins--who were still guffawing loudly about Skeeter's article--couldn’t hear, “You don’t have anything to be ashamed about. I just hope one day you’ll be able to talk about it...”
Hermione suddenly stiffened, noticing a beetle sitting on the corner of the table. She gave a big sniff and her eyes narrowed, letting go of Ginny’s hand. Grabbing her cup of tea, Hermione drained it in one gulp, smiling brightly at Harry.
“Just stay there Harry, I’ll be right back...” Hermione stood up with her empty cup in hand, stalked to the end of the table and slammed the cup upside down over the beetle, trapping it inside.
“Do you mind if I have your saucer Luna?” Hermione asked sweetly.
“Of course not Hermione,” Luna shook her head with a surprised look on her face as she passed the saucer to her friend.
Carefully, Hermione slid the cup onto the saucer, keeping the beetle trapped. Then she serenely returned to her seat and sat back down next to Harry. He eyed Hermione questioningly. She gestured towards the cup with the saucer on top and grinned.
“Say hello to Rita Skeeter, Harry!”

~o0o~
Rita Skeeter couldn’t fathom how Hermione Potter had discovered her secret. But that wasn’t her biggest problem. Her biggest problem was that she now faced Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, and Madam Pomfrey in a dungeon deep in the bowels of Hogwarts. Judging from violent glares she was receiving from the two witches, Rita decided that Dumbledore was her best bet.
“You can’t keep me trapped here forever you know,” Rita purred, licking her lips and fluttering her eyelashes at the Headmaster, “I promise I’ll behave if...”
“You are very fortunate Ms Skeeter...” the Headmaster interrupted, his voice calm and his gaze frosty, “It was quite crowded in the Great Hall this morning. Someone might have accidentally stepped on you.”
Rita shuddered from a sudden chill when she realised that Dumbledore wasn’t joking. But surely he wouldn’t...
“You are also quite fortunate that I am unwilling to allow Minerva and Poppy to determine your fate,” Dumbledore continued, “They do not look kindly upon the damage you have done to Mr Potter and his wife’s reputations.”
“Nor do I... but I am more forgiving than they are. You will find that we can keep you here quite comfortably for the time-being, until such a time as the Wizengamot sees fit to unseat the current Minister and imprison her for her crimes--unless she perishes first. At that point, you shall be released under a binding magical oath to henceforth only publish factual information without spin.”
“Until then, the House-Elves of Hogwarts will look after you. They have been ordered to do you no harm--which is good, because many of them are quite friendly with the Potters who treat them very well.”
“You would do well to remember that this cell is enchanted to prevent animagus transformations. Though should the enchantment waver, you should also know that the House Elves are very fastidious when it comes to pest control--and I may have forgotten to mention your animagus form to them...”

~o0o~
Preferring to stay away from the crowds milling around the Hogwarts grounds, the Unaffiliateds relaxed in the Room of Requirement, which was currently doing a remarkably good impression of a sunny beach in the Bahamas. It wasn't perfect, but like the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall, it was a reasonable facsimile. Harry dipped one of his Rune tattoo brushes into the Rune Ink which he had brought and began to tattoo Hermione. Fleur sighed contentedly when Harry’s brushes touched her skin.
“Ooooh... that tickles,” giggled Parvati, when Harry started to ink her taut belly with one of the brushes after he had finished with Hermione and Fleur, “What are you doing me for?”
“Hmmm... I’d say I don’t trust you Parvati, but that could be taken the wrong way,” Harry smirked. “In fact, I rather trust that you and Luna have every intention of sneaking into the maze under the hedge while everybody’s attention is focused on the gate...”
Parvati groaned at being caught out.
“I told you we should have said something Parvati,” Luna grinned.
“Daphne, I expect you have ideas too,” Harry continued, “But we need someone to remain outside to stay in contact with if necessary. I’m going to give you my hand-mirror and Hermione will keep hers.”
Daphne pouted at being the one to be left outside, as she had made a pact with Parvati and Luna to sneak under the hedge with them. But she resigned herself, realising that Harry had taken charge of the situation.
“I don’t recognise some of these runes Harry,” Hermione remarked as she examined herself in a mirror which the Room had conjured up for Harry’s purpose.
“That’s because some of them aren’t Norse Runes.” Harry replied, “They weren’t in standard texts. I found some symbols in a book of ancient Greek Magic from the restricted section just a few days ago.”
“Judging from the layers of dust, I don’t think anybody has looked in the book for a hundred years or more. You were really busy rereading the book of Asian Monsters and also researching Incan Mummies at the time--just in case the Ministry got really creative...”
“I don’t know for certain if they’ll work, but they ought to. One set of symbols is supposed to protect us from the Gorgon’s Gaze, and another set should protect us from Manticore venom. I have some bezoars in a little pouch too in case an Acromantula or Skrewt gets one of us, but they may not work for Manticore venom which can kill you nearly instantaneously if you get hit with its stinger.
“The Egyptian Mummy wards you already know--those are the ones the Egyption Ministry uses to keep the Mummies locked in their tombs. The Norse Runes are just the standards for Fire and Cold though... There weren’t any that would scare away Skrewts or Acromantulas...”

~o0o~
Hermione stood still and quiet under the invisibility cloak next to Harry and Fleur by the gate to the maze, though it wasn’t really necessary as the noise of the crowd in the stands and the ominous purple shadows of dusk provided distraction and cover.
Only Mad Eye appeared able to see her, but he winked and said nothing. Percy Weasley smirked nastily at Harry from his seat in the judge’s station as Bagman counted down. Bagman grinned when he fired sparks from the starting wand, certain that this time he would hit the jackpot, but if not, he knew the Ministry’s coffers would cover his losses.
Trepidation set in as Harry darted into the maze with his invisible Hermione, followed closely behind by Fleur. Cautiously the three of them crept down the aisle until they were enveloped by the dark shadows of the hedges, over six metres tall, and they waited...
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