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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242840 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Part 3

The Order of Things

Albus Dumbledore regarded Auror Reynard Mulligan and the teenage muggle girl trembling by his side pensively. He glanced at Amelia Bones and sighed. It was still quite early in the morning after the very long Order meeting last night, and Albus hadn’t had his second cup of tea yet.
Amelia pursed her lips; if it were up to her, the girl would already be obliviated and placed in a muggle orphanage. It would be best for the girl and best for the Order. But Albus seemed quite reticent for some reason. Finally, Dumbledore seemed to reach some sort of decision.
“Thank you very much for your service Auror Mulligan,” the headmaster said quietly, “Perhaps I could speak to you again later today about Mr Potter’s trial date. For now, I think Miss Watts will be best served by Madam Pomfrey. If you don’t mind, I think I shall have a private word with Amelia and Miss Watts.”
Mulligan nodded, understanding that he had just been dismissed, but he glanced to Amelia for approval.
“Yes, yes, you may go Reynard,” Amelia sighed. “I’ll sort things out later with the Dorset Police pending Dumbledore’s final decision. Don’t worry about any obliviations as of yet. Just make certain that Auror Sutton sits on them and keeps this away from Ministry eyes for the time being.”
Miss Watts shuddered violently when Mulligan stepped into the fireplace and disappeared into a swirl of green flames. Despite herself, Amelia put her arm around the girl to comfort her.
“There, there, dear. The Headmaster will explain everything to you no doubt...” Amelia tried hard not to roll her eyes. She almost thought she rather preferred the old Dumbledore who played everything close to the vest.
“H...Headmaster?” Miss Watts peered at the colourfully robed old man with a long white beard, and glanced around the bizarrely cluttered office she was in for the umpteenth time. Ever since the man who had introduced himself as an MI5 agent had collected her from the Dorset County Hospital, she had thought she was going mad.
In fact, even before that, she rather thought that her time as Ratface’s plaything had driven her round the bend. Things had happened which weren’t supposed to happen, like people vanishing into thin air and green flames, chains and other objects moving of their own accord or turning into other things at the wave of a wand; but such happenings only belonged in fairy tales surely.
And the portraits on the Headmaster’s office walls watching her--they couldn’t be real.
The man who had brought her here had apparently introduced himself to her as an MI5 agent and spoken of “National Security,” but she had believed that she was imagining things and that he had actually been sent by Mental Health Services to take her to a mental institution for evaluation. Jennifer Watts was under the impression that she was sitting in the office of a psychiatric hospital and hallucinating.
The wizened old man returned her gaze intently with gimlet eyes. After a few minutes his features softened and he responded to her questioning tone with a gentle voice.
“My apologies Miss Watts, would you prefer that I call you Jennifer?”
Jennifer nodded, feeling slightly calmer at being addressed with some familiarity.
“I am not a doctor, Jennifer, I am a Headmaster, and this is a school for children with very unusual abilities. I am very sorry for the loss of your parents and for all that you have endured...” the old man’s voice cracked slightly, and for a moment his features appeared even more ancient as grief crossed them.
“The reason you are here, and no longer in the care of the police or the NHS is because the persons who committed the outrages upon you and your family also have such special abilities. As difficult as this may be to believe, you are not going mad, you and your family were attacked by dark wizards....”

~o0o~

“Really Albus, did you have to tell the poor girl everything?” Amelia grumbled after Poppy had taken Wormtail’s victim to the hospital wing for an evaluation of her own. “Wouldn’t it have been better for the girl to have got the information we needed and obliviated the poor thing?”
Albus shook his head.
“Perhaps at one time I would have agreed wholeheartedly Amelia, but obliviations are not to be done lightly. No doubt for the foreseeable future it will still often prove to be to the benefit of all to obliviate casual observers for their own protection and ours. But I would rather avoid it when at all possible. Obliviation can be damaging to fragile minds, and Miss Watts’ has endured quite enough strain as it is.”
“Hestia Jones will be more than happy to look after Miss Watts for the time being and make sure that Miss Watts gets the care she needs. The young woman will be safe, and so will our secrets.”
“It is quite a violation of personal sovereignty after all, and I have rather come to think that obliviations ought to be reserved for enemies except under the direst of circumstances or utmost necessity. Remember, this is the Order, not the DMLE Amelia, and I am beginning to believe that our relationships as wizards with the muggle world would benefit from less secrecy rather than more.”
“Having said that, it would be best if the Dorset Police at least had their records altered to remove any indication of Voldemort’s involvement in the crime. No doubt Voldemort is about to commit many more crimes upon muggles and muggleborn wizards, but we can at least protect this one victim from being harmed again by either Voldemort’s forces or the Minister’s.”
“And in the meantime, please look after yourself and the Potters well. As Alastor would say... Constant Vigilance!”
Amelia smiled at Dumbledore's attempt to cheer her up, seeing a twinkle spark in his eye.

~o0o~

Hermione’s furry ears flicked happily as she woke, her naked body pressed against Harry’s. She had to admit that it felt good to be at home with him again in the bed which they had shared all last summer. Hermione spied Harry’s morning erection tenting the covers and felt his hot breath against her forehead.
Hermione giggled to herself, feeling quite naughty at the idea of waking Harry in the manner which he enjoyed the most while under the same roof as her mother. The Order meeting had run quite late last night, but Mum had waited up to greet her son-in-law and Hermione when they had returned to Number 12 Grimmauld Place for the first week of summer.
Hermione ducked her bushy head under the covers and wriggled down, taking care not to wake Harry until just the right moment. Gently, Hermione took Harry’s hard penis in her wet mouth and wrapped her lips around it. She felt it twitch as her cat-tongue swirled around the tip and licked the shaft.
Gradually, Hermione pressed forth until she felt the crown of Harry’s stiffness against the back of her throat. Placing her hand softly around the base, Hermione bobbed her head up and down as she began to suck and slurp. She heard a gasp of pleasure, and knew that Harry was awake.
Harry woke with a grin. He loved it when Hermione or the girls roused him like this. It was better than any alarm clock. He supposed that it must be Hermione’s “time of the month” again. No wonder she had been so reticent to leave their girlfriends behind at Hogwarts, even though it would only be a week until they could all be together again.
Hermione’s naked bottom jutted out from under the covers, her bushy ginger tail waving gleefully as she continued to suck him off. Harry brushed his fingers against Hermione’s inner thigh and she trembled slightly at his touch. Hermione parted her thighs with a purr, happily understanding what Harry wanted, and lifted one knee to the other side of Harry’s head.
Harry cradled Hermione’s bottom with both hands and gently pulled her backside down until his lips touched her moist slit. He darted his tongue out and licked the length of her fold before inserting it into her vulva. Hermione’s purring increased as Harry alternated between plunging his tongue into her wet sheath and jiggling it against her clitoris.
Elation surged within Harry as Hermione’s purring vibrated around his erection. His loins felt the urge to move and he began to thrust himself deeper. Feeling Hermione’s lips against his pubes, Harry lost it. With a groan his ejaculating penis began to spurt into her throat.
Harry’s waves of bliss flooded Hermione’s senses. A convulsive charge rippled through her body and she burst with a muffled yowl, her own stickiness squirting onto Harry’s tongue as they both writhed and sparks of magic crackled. The bed shook and the lamp on the nightstand tumbled to the floor and shattered.
Hermione’s head flew out from under the covers and without thinking she sat on Harry’s face in alarm at the knocking on their bedroom door.
“Is everything alright in there,” Jean Granger’s concerned voice called out.
“Y... yes Mum!” Hermione squeaked, Harry’s semen dribbling from her lips. “W... we’re fine. I...er...just knocked over a lamp getting out of bed,” she fibbed.
Jean smiled to herself and shook her head on the other side of the door. Hermione had always been dreadful at lying. Jean sighed as she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen, feeling a swell of awkwardness at having embarrassed her daughter, and no doubt her son-in-law as well.
“I’m so sorry Harry,” Hermione apologised profusely as she leapt up and Harry gasped for air, “I forgot to set a silencing charm on the room. Are you alright?”
Hermione’s expression turned to bewilderment as Harry burst into guffaws.
“Are you joking Hermione?” Harry gasped when he managed to catch a breath, “That was brilliant... I haven’t had such a good laugh in ages. But what about you? Are you alright?” he asked, suddenly concerned that Hermione’s feelings might have been hurt.
Half a smirk crept to Hermione’s lips and she giggled, as another wave of naughtiness swept through her. She dragged her husband out of bed and into their private bathroom. The two chortling naked teens set a silencing charm and the steam rose as they turned on the shower.

~o0o~

The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through Number 12 and the clean, dressed, hungry couple ran all the way down the stairs. Jean glanced up with relief to see Hermione smiling bashfully and Harry grinning when they burst into the kitchen.
“Well, come on, breakfast is ready,” Jean Granger smiled back, “You’d better get a move-on before Dudley smells it and wakes up. That boy has lost a lot of weight and is looking much more fit, but he can still put the food away like there’s no tomorrow...”
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