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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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A number of wizards and witches shook the Potters’ hands as they made their way up into the Wizengamot stands. Harry’s stomach clenched anxiously at being surrounded by adults in close quarters, but he couldn’t help grinning at the thrilling sensation of inclusion. Hermione felt similarly afflicted and her bushy tail couldn’t decide whether to bounce cheerfully or twitch nervously, so it did a bit of both.
A cacophony of adulations and apologies met their ears.
“Good show Mr Potter...”
“I’m so sorry about your potions accident dear...”
“Splendid to finally meet you Sir...”
“What a lovely tail dear. It reminds me of my Mittens...”
“Good on you for getting Ragnok. He really stuck it to the old Hag...”
Finally they reached Mr Greengrass.
“Well done Mr Potter,” Mr Greengrass said, clasping Harry’s hand.
“Thank you Sir... for everything. That was brilliant. But please, call me Harry...”
Mr Greengrass peered at Harry with a bemused expression.
“Are you ready to call me Cyril yet?”
Harry glanced at his shoes and swallowed.
“I’m sorry Harry,” Cyril said, “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I’d be happy to call you Harry if you prefer.”
“Thank you Mr Greengrass, maybe... maybe when I’m a bit older I’ll be able to manage it. It just feels weird to me. So... er... what do I do now that I’m a Warlock?”
“Nothing more for the moment Harry. You’ve done exactly what you needed to do. You will be called upon the next time the entire Wizengamot is called into session, but that generally isn’t very often--and you can appoint a proxy if you are unable to attend. For now, your declaration of intent is enough to give some of those in the middle pause before siding with the Minister.
“What you really ought to be doing now is enjoying the rest of your summer holiday.” Cyril Greengrass concluded with a kindly smile.

~o0o~

Dora managed to hold herself together until she reached the departure checkpoint for visitors. She gave Harry and Hermione a wink then she unclasped her Auror badge and chucked it at the startled Security Wizard.
“Oi... What’s this then?”
“My resignation,” Dora grinned.
Once outside, before Harry had a chance to wrap Hermione’s tail up in his invisibility cloak, Dora pounced on them both, sweeping them all into a group hug.
“You’re free.... I’m free!” Dora squealed, “I say we all go celebrate...”
Hermione giggled in exhilaration, and before she could stop herself, she kissed Dora on the lips. Harry grinned at them and the girls both turned pink when they realised what had just happened.
“I’m sorry Dora...” Hermione squeaked, while Harry took the opportunity to gingerly wrap up her tail.
Dora’s hair flashed through all the colours of the rainbow before fading to brown; she smiled shyly back at Hermione.
“Don’t be sorry, Hermione. I’m not... That was nice, but...er... let’s not move too quick eh! I only just stopped bein’ a Professional-in-training half-a-tick ago...”
“And I’m not sorry either...” Harry said, a huge grin still plastered on his face. “Hermione and I both agreed that we thought you were aDorable nearly the first day we met.”
The two girls groaned.
“Prat!” Hermione giggled, giving Harry a playful swat; Dora stuck her tongue out at him, blushing furiously.
Neither Harry nor Hermione had eaten much at breakfast, having both been too anxious before the trial, but nobody felt like going back to Number 12, and Diagon Alley was out of the question. Fortunately, they had picked up school supplies on Monday after their meeting with Ragnok.
The three of them reached a quick decision, Hermione covered her furry ears with her knitted cap and they all had a late breakfast at a little cafe, then spent the rest of the day in Muggle London, exploring museums and the Jubilee Gardens.
Harry and Dora even managed to convince Hermione to take a ride on the London Eye. With her invisible tail tightly wound around Harry’s waist, and both Harry and Dora’s arms wrapped around her, Hermione felt safe enough to open her eyes and actually enjoy the breathtaking view of London from the top of the enormous ferris wheel.
“It’s beautiful. I can even see Diagon Alley from here,” gasped Hermione.
“Yeah, it’s visible to Wizards from above. It’s not got unplottable or disillusionment charms on it. Just muggle-repellin’ charms,” Dora said. “Look, that’s the roof of Gringott’s.
Late in the afternoon, they found a little Fish and Chip take-out shop near Buckingham Palace and took it to eat in St James’s Park. They sat on a bench together by one of the ponds from which they could still see the Palace and watch the ducks playing.
“So what’ll you do now Dora?” Harry asked, sprinkling some malt vinegar on a piece of fish.
“Dunno... not sure really. I suppose I could take a few post-grad classes at ‘ogwarts while I think about it.” Dora responded, dipping a chip in some ketchup. She swallowed it then washed it down with a sip of Coke before continuing,
“I’ll still be your protection detail for the Order until everything with You-Know-‘oo and the Minister is resolved anyway. So I’ll need a cover. Bein’ a post-grad student works as good as any...”
“Isn’t there something you’ve always dreamed of doing?” Hermone asked.
“Er... well... to tell you the truth, before Mad Eye convinced me to become an Auror, I always wanted to be a musician or draw comics--I’m not ‘alf-bad on guitar and keys, and you know me, I love cartoons. But... but Mum and Dad were both pretty opposed--said they weren’t ‘realistic options,’ and that they wouldn’t pay to support me unless I was trainin’ for a ‘real’ job.” Dora sadly concluded.
“You should do it--either one, or both. I’ll support you Dora,” Harry said eagerly. “You’d be a brilliant musician or artist.”
“Oh Harry... that's very sweet, really, but I couldn’t possibly....”
“I mean it!” Harry begged earnestly, “Look... I’ve got loads of money since Sirius just gave it all to me. But it’s not doing anyone any good just sitting in vaults... And you can live with us when we’re not at Hogwarts. Please... I want you to stay with us.”
Dora glanced at Hermione for back-up, but Hermione’s eyes had gone all big, teary, and pleading too. Hermione reached out a hand and took Dora’s in her own, squeezing it gently.
“Please Dora. Harry and I both want this. We’re both adults in all the ways that matter. We can make our own choices, and you should be able to as well. We want you to be happy... You can be an Unaffiliated too for now--doing ‘post-grad’ work. You already said so yourself. And when you’re not at school, you can live with us and do your music and art.”
Dora felt torn. She was supposed to be a grown-up, making her own way in the world in a proper profession. But here she was, eating fish and chips in a park with her whole life ahead of her and feeling like a giddy schoolgirl in love again.
That’s when it truly hit Dora; she really had fallen for these two, both of them, just like the rest of the Unaffilateds at Hogwarts had.
But how was that even possible? She only liked girls didn’t she? But Dora couldn’t deny that her feelings for Harry were as deep as those she had for Hermione. Dora gulped and shook her head, her pulse racing.
There was something very different about Harry. Dora saw it every time she peered into those amazingly green eyes of Harry’s; she vaguely recalled hearing Sirius going on about “his mother’s eyes.” And the way he behaved around the girls--Harry just wasn’t like any of the other boys Dora had ever known.
“Er... but what about your Mum...?” Dora cast about for excuses, her resistance fading. “She won’t understand...”
Harry peered anxiously at Hermione, hoping she would have an answer. Of course she did.
“Eventually, I have to tell Mum everything anyway Dora--just like the others told their parents about all of us being together after the Third Task. I’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. But we’re all going back to Hogwarts tomorrow...” Hermione smiled, though her brows were still furrowed pleadingly.
“So I can put that off for a bit. Mum’s got enough on her plate at the moment. Mum will be alright... It may take her a bit of time, but I know she’ll get used to it.”
“And anyway,” Hermione continued, her jaw tightening, and a flame sparked in her eyes, “Mum doesn’t make my decisions for me anymore. Not since before Harry and I got married. Nobody can tell us who we’re supposed to love...”
Dora slowly nodded and took a deep breath to steady herself, blinking back tears.
“Alright then...” Dora relented, “if you both really mean it, I’m in... I’ll let Harry support me until I can earn my keep, and I’ll come and live with you. But lets just go slow for a bit longer on the rest of it while everything’s a bit topsy turvy in the world and... and see how things go with the rest of the girls first. I love the lot of you really... I don’t want to upset anyone.”
Hermione squeed, her bushy tail invisibly quivering in delight, and gave Dora a greasy kiss which set them both giggling. Harry beamed from ear to ear, holding both his and Hermione’s piles of fish and chips in his lap.
When the trio had finished eating, Harry banished the rubbish into a bin and they all leaned back against the bench sighing in contentment.
“So what about you Harry?” Dora asked, finally breaking the happy silence, “ ‘ave you thought anymore about what you want to do after Hogwarts?”
“I’m not sure either Dora.” Harry replied. “Funnily enough, I’ve discovered I really like drawing too.” Harry chuckled slightly at that, before becoming serious again.
“At one point I thought it would be really cool to be an Auror. I still want to stop Dark Wizards from hurting people, but I’m rather off the Ministry! Even most of the nice ones I’ve met like Madam Bones and Shacklebolt are all stodgy and stiff... except for Abby Brixton. She’s really sweet.”
“And I don’t really care if I get paid to do it--I’ve already got more money than I need. I dunno... do they have Wizard private detectives? I always liked Sherlock Holmes, maybe I could give that a go. But I... I’m probably more of a sidekick like Watson,” Harry said glumly, “I’m not as smart as Sherlock or Hermione...”
“Honestly Harry, don’t be silly, you’re brilliant,” said Hermione as she flushed in embarrassment. “There’s more to being smart than just being brainy and knowing lots of things. Besides, you’re much smarter and you know a lot more than you give yourself credit for.”
“You’re very determined when you set your mind on something, and you’re brave and compassionate--and you have excellent leadership skills. I think it’s a smashing goal.”
It was Harry’s turn to blush and squirm.
“I’m with Hermione, Harry. I don’t really know of any Private Aurors, but you’d be amazing. And look ‘ow you took charge in the Third Task--you’re a Natural Born Leader. In fact, I might join you--when I’m not on tour or drawing comics.” Dora grinned and peered at the young cat-witch. “So what about you then Hermione?”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she thought about everything that she and Harry had been put through, and all of the things which needed fixing in the Wizard World. It had been the very last thing she had ever considered; Hermione had always wanted to be involved in the sciences--muggle or magical, but there was too much else to be done. Like Harry, she wanted to save everyone.
“Magical Lawyer!” Hermione stated resolutely.
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