Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242818 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its associated properties. They belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from the production of this work.

Chapter List
- 88
- 89
- 90
Sparrows twittered in the birches and butterflies flitted among the wild primrose and azalea by the lake. Several geese flew above the little rowboat floating some distance from the shore. Daphne sighed peacefully, snuggled in Fleur’s arms, basking in the sun.
Both of the girls giggled when all they could see in the boat were two cat tails, a white fluffy one and a shiny black one, waving above the sides as the boat gently rocked. Except for birdsong and the hum of bees, it was quiet on the Hogwarts grounds, and there was something very satisfying about having it nearly all to themselves for the summer. Everything was almost perfect.
“I miss Harry and Hermione,” Daphne murmured.
“As do I, chérie d'amour. But we have each ozzer, no?” Fleur replied.
Daphne smiled. She nodded and melted into Fleur’s crystal blue eyes which were sparkling in the sunlight like the ripples on the surface of the lake. Fleur gently stroked Daphne’s golden hair, her soft pastel lips encircling the younger girl’s.
As Fleur cradled Daphne’s head and the kiss deepened, one of Daphne’s hands brushed across the fabric of Fleur’s blouse and slipped under the hem of her skirt. Fleur gasped when she felt Daphne’s fingers against the silky skin of her lower abdomen. Daphne’s fingers slid down further and pushed under the waistband of Fleur’s panties.
Fleur’s pulse raced as Daphne fondled her moistening slit and flicked her burgeoning clitoris. She released Daphne’s lips and uttered a cry of pleasure, wetly kissing and nuzzling the younger girl’s neck. Pressing her body into Daphne’s, Fleur reciprocated and reached her own hand under Daphne’s skirt between her thighs.
The girls both moaned, writhing together in the mossy grass under the warm rays of sunlight, fingers thrusting inside each other. The birches shook and the leaves trembled in a swirl of air as the passion took them both. Fleur and Daphne gasped and quivered blissfully, soaking each other’s fingers in stickiness.
They lay together dazed, arms still around each other, barely moving except for the rising and falling of their chests as they panted heavily. Finally, after several minutes they fell apart and sighed in contentment, relaxing into the carpet of grass.
Fleur and Daphne’s breaths caught and their eyes widened in shock when they heard a voice and footsteps drawing near.
“I could have sworn I saw them come down this way earlier,” Hestia Jones said, “They’re lovely girls dear. I’m sure they would be happy to show you around a bit and keep you company while you’re staying with me at Hogwarts Jennifer...”
Daphne bit her lip, flushing and groaning in embarrassment as she peered at the wet spots on her and Fleur’s skirts. Fleur put a hand to her own lips to stifle a giggle, and beckoned Daphne, pointing to the bushes nearby. Quickly, they both scrambled under the bushes and covered each other’s mouths.
Their hearts pounded together as one when they spied Hestia and Jennifer’s shoes through the leaves only centimetre’s away.
“Hmmmph... well, never mind dear, I expect we’ll see them at lunchtime. I’ll introduce you then. I see a little boat on the lake, perhaps they’re all out there...”
The footsteps and Hestia’s voice faded into the distance as she and Jennifer traipsed back up to the castle. Daphne and Fleur burst into giggles at having almost been caught. Daphne was lying on top of Fleur, one knee between Fleur’s thighs, their breasts pressing against each other's as they gasped in laughter and relief.
“Er... shall we...?” Daphne started to get to her hands and knees to crawl out.
Fleur shook her head and grinned, pulling Daphne back down.
“Non. Stay here, I like zis vairy much Daphne...” Fleur replied as she unbuttoned Daphne’s blouse. Before Daphne had time to register what was happening, her blouse and bra were cast into the underbrush and Fleur's tongue was flicking a hard pink nipple while her hands tenderly kneaded Daphne's breasts.
Daphne and Fleur hoped that Hermione and Harry were both alright in London. But temporarily at least, they lost themselves in one another under the canopy of the bushes as they removed every stitch of clothing.

~o0o~

“Oh...Oh...” Parvati moaned, “Don’t stop Luna...” Parvati opened her eyes, blinking in the blinding sunlight, wondering why Luna had stopped.
Luna was sitting straight up on her knees between Parvati’s bare thighs and peering over the side of the boat up at the shore, her furry white ears twitching and fluffy white tail flicking curiously, unconcerned that someone might see her nakedness from land.
“It’s not Nargles again is it?” Parvati asked.
“No silly, Nargles hate the water,” Luna replied. “I heard a voice carry across the lake... I think it was that nice lady from the Order...”
“Do you mean Hestia Jones?” Parvati covered her top breasts with her hands and sat up a bit to have a look as well. Which was quite difficult as Luna was still between her legs and there was no more room in the little boat to move.
“Yes!” Luna nodded, taking a big whiff of air. “I think there was someone else too. I can smell her now... a girl--maybe just a bit older than us, it's hard to tell. I wonder who she is!? I haven’t smelled her before.”
Parvati’s groin was aching from the pulsing sensation which had nowhere to go. Her satiny black cat-tail thwacked in frustration against the side of the boat.
“I’m sure we’ll meet whoever it is at lunchtime Luna.” Parvati moaned.
“You’re probably right Parvati.” Luna started to get back down between Parvati’s naked thighs, but her nose twitched again and she giggled. Parvati raised her eyebrows questioningly.
“Fleur and Daphne,” Luna responded. “They’re having some fun too...”
Parvati grinned, then a pensive look crossed her features.
“I hope Hermione and Harry are alright!?”
“They will be.” Luna reassured Parvati.
“How can you be so certain?”
“Because Daddy says that Gringotts lawyer, Ragnok, has never lost a case before the Wizengamot.”
“Oh... that’s good then... OH! That’s REALLY good Luna...” Parvati squealed, her furry black ears flattening, as Luna had decided that the conversation was finished and was burying her cat-tongue inside Parvati’s spasming wet vulva instead.

~o0o~

“Oh, well done Mr Weasley! This will do very nicely indeed,” Dolores gushed. “I never imagined that you would find charges for Mrs Potter as well, and a new charge for Mr Potter.”
Percy Weasley looked very pleased with himself at having earned such high praise from the Minister. He had been working diligently since Saturday morning and it was Sunday afternoon. Minister Dolores Umbridge had flooed back to her office at the Ministry the moment Percy's flickering and fading Rat Patronus had arrived and delivered his message.
“I want you to know Mr Weasley,” Dolores continued, “that whatever happens in the Wizengamot on Friday, you will continue to hold my highest regard. The Wizengamot is a political game. It will be up to me to convince those who may be reticent to prosecute the Potters that it is necessary. We will be treading on new legal ground, but the precedents which you have brought to my attention are quite clear. If we fail, it will only be due to the low standards to which far too many on the Wizengamot still hold Mr Potter.”
“Thank you Minister. I understand. The only problem now, is that I’m not certain how to inform Potter and his... er... pet, of the charges.” Percy said with a frown. “Apparently they never returned to Potter’s home at Privet Drive, and that’s the only address which the Ministry has on file.”
The Minister looked pensive for a moment, then she peered apologetically at her Deputy.
“I know this is asking rather a lot of you Mr Weasley, but perhaps you could give the summonses to your father tomorrow morning to deliver to the Potters. From what you have told me of your family’s connections to them, he is sure to know how to reach them.”
Percy’s face darkened at the mention of his father, but he wasn’t about to disappoint the Minister.
“Yes Minister,” Percy replied, nodding briskly, “I’ll do it first thing...”

~o0o~

Breakfast at Number 12 on Monday was interrupted by the arrival of an extremely flustered Arthur Weasley. He stumbled out of the kitchen floo, coughing and covered in ash, holding two envelopes.
“What’s that you’ve got there Arthur?” growled Mad Eye. “Potter and I are just gettin’ ready to leave for Gringotts...”
“It’s...er... quite awkward really Alastor,” Arthur glanced at Hermione, “I think Mrs Potter’s presence in Ragnok’s office may also be necessitated. The Minister, unable to locate Harry or Mrs Potter in Little Whinging, had my son Percy deliver these to me first thing this morning...”
“Merlin’s bollocks Arthur, get to the bloody point,” snapped Moody, “Just let me see that. Two summonses? We were only expecting one!”
Mad Eye snatched the letters from Arthur’s hand and inspected them with his magical eye for booby traps. His jaw dropped, and silently, his face twisting in anger, he passed one letter to Harry and the other to Hermione.
Frowning, Hermione tore open her envelope and shrieked when she finished reading it.
“H... Harry, it’s a...awful. I can’t believe it.” Hermione passed him the letter, her hand trembling, furry tail quivering and bristling like a porcupine.
“You’re joking!?” Harry gasped furiously when he read the demand for Hermione to appear in court for violating the ban on experimental breeding, illegally marrying a wizard, illegally carrying a wand and worst of all, illegally wearing clothes. His own summons had also added the charge of an illegal marriage to a “Non-Human Being or Beast” to his charges of destroying 227 Dementors.
Hermione was on the verge of a panic attack, and had to be given a calming draught to stop her from hyperventilating.
“This is absolutely disgusting and outrageous!” Jean fumed, reading over Hermione’s summons. “These documents have been signed and approved by a Deputy Minister Percival Ignatius Weasley.”
Jean glared at Arthur Weasley, who looked as if he wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.
“I...I...I’m d...d...dreadfully sorry...” Arthur stammered, his face flushed in shame. “I...I only just found out on Friday that my...” Arthur could barely bring himself to say it, “that my...er... son, has been promoted and taken on by the Minister herself.”
“It’s not Mr Weasley’s fault Mum,” Harry said glumly to Jean, “Percy’s never really cared for me more or less since First Year. And when he took over for Mr Crouch at the Triwizard tournament, it was obvious he had it in for me.” Then a flare of rage blazed in Harry's eyes. “I thought he was alright with Hermione though...”
“We’ll get this sorted,” Moody interjected, “We’ve got an appointment with Gringott’s Solicitor Advocate at 9:30 anyway...”

~o0o~

Ragnok peered down his long pointy nose studiously at the summonses and snorted, shaking his head. Taking off his reading glasses, the goblin massaged his forehead then glanced back at the Potters and Moody with raised eyebrows.
“Well, I cannot promise anything in regards to the decision of the Wizengamot Mr and Mrs Potter,” Ragnok said, “Politics plays too large of a role for me to make any guarantees. But I can indeed promise you that the law--as it currently stands--is in your favour.”
“And though the Minister is very close to attaining a majority on the Wizengamot, I daresay she may have overplayed her hand with the ‘wobblies’ by bringing the additional charges against you both.”
Seeing the questioning looks on everyone’s faces, Ragnok steepled his fingers and continued.
“The charge against Mrs Potter of violating the 1965 Ban on Experimental Breeding is a stretch. Thus, attempting to reclassify Mrs Potter as either a ‘Non-Human Magical Being, or Beast’ is a very dubious proposition at best.”
“The statutes the other charges are based on currently apply to Centaurs, Manticores, Trolls, etc in the 'Beast' category, or, in the 'Non-Human Magical Being' category, House-Elves, Giants, Vampires, and a few other sentient magical creatures.”
“It is still legal in some countries for Wizards to marry Giants and Vampires for example, but not currently in Britain. Nor are wizards allowed to marry House-Elves--which are only considered fit to be Slaves, and are not allowed to wear clothes.”
“In the 'Non-Human Magical Being' category, Wizards in Britain are only allowed to marry Registered Veela, Registered Werewolves, or Goblins. This is due to Veela and Werewolves being still considered at least 'part-human,' and in the case of Goblins, we are the only other magical beings with near-human-rights in Britain, excepting the use of wands.”
“The marriage laws are really quite arbitrary in regards to which 'Non-Human Magical Beings' Wizards are allowed to marry. Though they are quite clear that marriage is forbidden between Wizards and ALL 'Beasts.' and nearly all Magical Creatures which are incorrectly deemed 'Halfbreeds' by most Wizards--such as Merfolk and Centaurs--due to having part animal and part human appearance, are considered 'Beasts.'”
“Most Beasts are not allowed clothes, excepting occasionally some form of loin-cloth if the Beast is an Enslaved or Indentured Beast and the owner or employer requires it for purposes of modesty when company is present. An example of these are trolls employed for security purposes. Clothes for familiars or pets are strictly forbidden. The single exception to this law are the Merfolk. And Centaurs don't bother with clothes anyway.”
“And as to carrying wands, no Beasts are allowed to carry them. The only exception to this is that the leaders of Merfolk Enclaves are allowed a Magic Staff or Trident. And of the 'Non-Human Magical Beings' only part-Wizard Werewolves and part-Wizard Veela are currently allowed to carry wands while they are in human form, however they are not allowed to carry them in Beast form.”
“The Minister would have to convince a majority of the Wizengamot that Mrs Potter is not human enough for a wand or clothes. The implication being that, while Mr Potter would be within his rights to have taken Mrs Potter as a slave, pet, or familiar, he had no right to marry you.”
Hermione gasped in outrage and Harry’s face contorted angrily.
“So whaddya say Ragnok,” growled Mad Eye, “will you take the case then?”
“Absolutely,” the goblin answered without hesitation, his eyes narrowing, “This is one of the most blatant and egregious cases of discriminatory prosecution I have seen in quite some time. The Minister is clearly planning on using these charges to establish new case laws.”

AN: Response to reviews:
@ staar: Percy is going DOWN in this fic... :P (and not in a good way ;-) )
@ Ginger: Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying the story as much as the smut... :D
- 88
- 89
- 90
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Hermione's Furry Little Problem