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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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Jean had been looking forward to this all day, ever since the excited mirror-call from Hermione after the trial. Harry chortled when Hermione flattened Mum with one of her patented hugs before joining in himself.
Dora beamed giddily, but she blushed when Moody caught her with his appraising eye.
“Had a nice day of it with the Potters didja?” Mad Eye grinned, giving Tonks a wink.
Mad Eye shook his head and smirked when Tonks fled the room. It was a shame for the Wizarding World at large how things at the Ministry and the DMLE had worked out, but Alastor hardly had any room to cast aspersions on Tonks’s clear relief at no longer having to be part of it. Moody sighed, supposing that the Auror Corps had probably lost a chance at having Harry Potter on its team as well.
There had been more hugs with Auntie Joanne for Harry and Hermione. Even Aunt Petunia had tearily given Harry and Hermione a brief hug. Dudley smiled awkwardly at Harry and shook his hand.
“Glad you got out of that Harry,” said Dudley. “I wish you didn’t have to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow.”
“Thanks Dudley.” Harry returned the smile, realising with surprise that for the first time in his life that he would actually miss him a bit too. “Hey, Dudley... er... I’ll send you a letter every now and then. And if we get a chance, maybe we can even pop home for a quick visit with you, alright!?”
Susan gleefully embraced Hermione and Harry as well, before Amelia offered her own more reserved congratulations; Abby Brixton couldn’t resist giving the Potters a hug too. Though Harry and Hermione were worn out, they watched a bit of TV and had a light supper with everyone before going to bed.
Harry turned pink when Hermione returned from the bathroom, having finished washing up and cleaning her teeth a bit quicker than he thought she would.
“What are you doing Harry?”
“Oh... er... erm... practicing?”
Hermione’s ginger tail flicked in amusement and she raised her eyebrows. Harry was waiting for her in bed without any pyjamas on and he had looked up at her like a deer caught in headlights after quickly dropping the covers over himself. She had a sneaking suspicion what he might have been working on.
“Hmm... You wouldn’t happen to be ‘practicing’ your metamorphic talent on a certain body part would you?” Hermione asked with a straight face.
Hermione’s furry ears twitched with mirth and she burst into giggles when Harry turned a deeper shade of red. Hermione pulled off her Hello Kitty nightie and crawled onto the bed starkers, her bushy tail bobbing joyfully.
“Come on, let’s see it then...” she grinned, lifting up the covers. “Oh!”
“You sound disappointed.”
“NO! I’m sorry Harry, I didn’t mean...”
Harry launched a tickle attack and soon Hermione was rolling on the bed with tears of laughter streaming down her face, furry tail flailing. Hermione ended up on her back gasping for air, nipples hardening, with Harry between her naked thighs gazing softly into her golden-brown eyes. Harry kissed her, gently brushing his fingers on the spot just under her jaw near the base of her furry ear and she began to purr.
“Next time I’ll practice with your assistance,” Harry said playfully, “I’m sorry, I just got embarrassed.”
“I know,” Hermione responded quietly. “But just to be perfectly clear, as exquisitely enticing as the idea of playing with you in girl-form is, I want you to know that I will never be disappointed with this!” Hermione concluded with a grin as she clasped Harry’s erect penis in her soft warm hand and guided him to her slit.
Harry kissed Hermione again as he thrust into her depths. Soon the bed rocked with passion as they both imagined sharing it with a neon haired girl.

~o0o~

Dora moaned and bit her lip as she fingered herself, her other hand squeezing a breast and tugging a nipple, imagining sharing her bed with the Potters. Dora had already brought herself off once just imagining herself snogging the pair of them at the top of the London Eye and going a bit further.
She still didn’t quite understand how it was that she could love Harry as more than a really good friend. It didn’t make much sense to Dora; she could picture any other guy and--nothing! Picturing a male form still didn’t turn her on one bit. But picturing herself with Hermione and Harry--penis and all--turned her on something fierce. Weird!
Dora wondered again if there was anything to that business of Harry having his mum's eyes.
Now, fingers pressed deeper into her moistness, thumb twirling her clitoris, Dora's mind ventured to what it would be like if she and Harry both had furry tails while they made love to Hermione and each other. Parvati and Luna, with their own adorable tails, popped into the middle of that fantasy and Dora groaned as she trembled with bliss again.
Dora continued to breathe in ragged gasps as she sallied forth a third time, imagining herself back at Hogwarts in a steamy Fairy Grotto pressed between Fleur and Daphne’s supple naked bodies, their lips on hers, while Harry and Luna writhed rapturously with Hermione and Parvati in the frothing water beside them.
Damp purple hair clung to Dora’s brow as her eyes rolled back and her sweaty breasts heaved. Dora uttered a cry of pleasure, soaking her fingers and the bedsheets in stickiness as a torrent of ecstasy swept through her shuddering figure, sparks flying before her eyes.
With a rumble, the floor and walls of Sirius’s old room quaked and Dora’s eyes widened in shock. Dora burst into hysterical giggles when she remembered that she was just above the Master Bedroom and realised that Harry and Hermione must be going at it themselves.

~o0o~

Harry blearily made coffee for himself and Hermione the following morning. They had gone to bed early, but stayed up rather late. He hoped that the magical outbursts from their wild romp hadn’t woken anyone. Though he could have sworn that a small rumble had come from the room above theirs in between one of their numerous bouts last night.
Dudley burst into the kitchen, his eyes wide with fear and excitement.
“Harry, come quick. You’ve got to see the news on the telly. You’re not going to believe this...”
Dudley was right. Harry and Hermione were stunned by the ongoing BBC reports from the Metrocentre Mall in Gateshead.

~o0o~

Deputy Minister Percy Weasley took a sip from his second cup of tea and glowered as he reviewed the trial transcript and the long-term voting records of the Wizengamot members at the Minister’s request. Minister Dolores Umbridge had made a strong point of it that he should draw his own conclusions after she had given him a basic understanding of her views on the matter.
The Minister had been absolutely right. There were far too many who still succumbed to worshiping Dumbledore’s cult of Potter, despite the relative success of Minister Umbridge’s campaign to force Dumbledore out of the Wizengamot and put a dent in Potter's popularity over the last year or so.
Things had come a long way from 13 years ago when everyone--including former He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named supporters--had fallen all over themselves to praise Potter for bringing an end to You-Know-Who, and had given Dumbledore carte blanche to preside over the Wizengamot. It was clear that the Headmaster had been abusing his position to upend the System which had maintained Order and Security in the Wizard World for hundreds of years.
Percy shook his head in shock when he realised that Headmaster Dumbledore had been trying to undermine the system for many decades--long before he had become Chief Warlock. Dumbledore had been at it since 1945 in fact, and had been responsible for most of the “reforms” which had come to pass, many of them in the 1960's.
Before taking his internship with the Ministry, Percy had always imagined Dumbledore to be a great wizard, if a bit mad and rather lax. But then Percy had lacked a proper understanding of why his own family had always been so mocked and financially insecure until he had started working under Mr Crouch.
Percy could see now that he hadn't really comprehended the actual political currents well enough to put modern wizarding history in Britain into context until being in the thick of it himself. He was even more convinced than ever that the pureblood supremacists had the right of it, and began to think that the House of Slytherin’s reputation was undeserved.
The Deputy Minister couldn’t say that he approved of You-Know-Who’s tactics any more than the Minister herself did, but he was beginning to understand--as she herself had come to understand--why the methods of the self-appointed saviour of pureblood supremacy could be viewed as a necessary evil.
Dumbledore’s “reforms” had broken the System, and the previous weak-kneed and spineless Ministers had allowed him to do so. It had become impossible for a quite some time to fix the problem from the inside.
But now that there was a Minister in power who also understood what was necessary, everything could be set to rights again from within, through the proper chain of authority and command. You-Know-Who could be put down like the narcissistic and unruly maniac he was.
Unfortunately it was clear that Dumbledore’s seeds of discord were still at work in the Ministry and the Wizengamot. Deputy Minister Weasley was forced to agree with the Minister’s assessment that a purge of muggleborns and blood-traitors was necessary to save the Ministry and the Wizard World.
Deputy Minister Weasley felt a knot of pain as he thought about his family, hoping that eventually they would see the error of their ways. Percy really didn't want them to have to face harsh measures, but it was clearer than ever that it had been his father’s support for Dumbledore and Potter which was responsible for the danger that Ginny had faced her very first year at Hogwarts.
Lucius Malfoy would have hardly deemed it necessary to surreptitiously provide Ginny with a means to unlock the Chamber of Secrets if Hogwarts had a more suitable Headmaster. Percy was still cross that Malfoy had chosen Ginny instead of Fred or George, but now he understood completely why Warlock Malfoy had picked a Weasley for the task.
Percy hoped that the rest of his family wasn’t too far gone, however it had become increasingly evident that there was little he could do, though perhaps he and the Minister could still rescue his sister from the corruption which had taken the souls of the rest of his family.
But they had to start somewhere, and the Minister was correct in that regard as well. It was too soon to move against the most recalcitrant bloc of the Wizengamot. The focus must continue to be on building the strength of the Traditionalist faction.
Percy dipped his quill in some ink and began to write a list of those in the middle who were unreliable. Once they were dealt with, and examples made, surely the rest of the Wizengamot would start falling into line.
That’s when the first memo hit his desk. Deputy Minister Weasley’s eyes bulged and he spat out his tea in horror. He groaned loudly, there was no way the Ministry was going to be able to contain this with a few obliviations. The muggle media were all over it.
He attempted to conjure his patronus to send a fast message to Minister Umbridge, but it wasn’t working properly--it sputtered as he attempted to think of something pleasant. Cursing Voldemort under his breath, Deputy Minister Weasley hurriedly scribbled a memo and threw some Floo Powder into the fireplace in his office.

~o0o~

Minister Dolores Umbridge had just sat down with her first cup of tea when her hearth erupted into green flames and a memo flew out. She pursed her lips and snatched it out of the air. Minister Umbridge read over the short memo twice with a gasp. After the initial flash of anger faded, Dolores’s eyes narrowed and a cruel smile pulled at the corner of her lips.
This couldn’t be more perfect.
She would have to notify the PM immediately and offer the Ministry’s services of course--after all, only wizards could effectively halt an Inferi attack and rescue the muggles trapped inside the mall. But not until after she had arranged the assassination of two of the “wobblies” who had let the Potters off the hook.
Both lived very near Gateshead, and their deaths could easily be made to look like the work of Voldemort’s Inferi.
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