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Hermione's Furry Little Problem	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 242819 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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AN: Warning for this chapter: Some discussion (non-explicit) of post-sexual-assault and post-rape emotional trauma.

After a bit more rolling around and snogging with Dora, Hermione, and the rest of the Unaffiliated on the quidditch pitch, Harry noticed a girl he didn't know sitting in the stands watching them, her black hair shining in the sun.
“Who’s that?” Harry asked with a groan as he turned pink.

~o0o~

It felt nice to have friends again. Jennifer Watts still couldn’t stand to eat in the Great Hall with all of the professors; she still hated being looked at by the men, and she still felt a bit uncomfortable around the other girls. But she didn’t feel quite so alone and afraid.
Parvati had shared her own experience with Jennifer, telling her how frightened and disgusting she had felt after being assaulted one day by several of the boys at school. Parvati had smiled and hugged her friend Daphne, recounting how Daphne had tried to stand up to the boys Daphne had once considered friends.
Daphne had cast her tear-filled eyes down, saying how scared she had been, saying that she hadn’t really done anything but run away crying after ineffectually shouting at the boys. But Parvati kissed Daphne and told her that just knowing that she had tried, and had been on her side was enough. Luna had purred and kissed Daphne gratefully too.
Luna told her own bit of the story, insisting that it hadn’t been so bad for her, as the boys hadn’t been so interested in her and just pawed at her breasts a bit over the top of her clothes--which sounded awful enough to Jennifer. Luna seemed remarkably resilient for such a fragile looking thing.
Daphne had still looked sad, and Fleur cuddled her, coaxing Daphne to talk about her little sister. Finally Daphne told Jennifer the story about Astoria--how she had been kidnapped and nearly raped by some of the same boys who had assaulted Parvati and Luna. Jennifer cried when she heard how badly injured and terrified Daphne’s little sister had been. She was glad to hear that the boys had finally been caught by Harry Potter and sent to prison.
Jennifer knew now that the girls wouldn’t judge her, but she still couldn’t bring herself to talk about Ratface. Jennifer only told them that her parents had been murdered by Snakeface, and that she had been hurt when Snakeface's henchman had locked her up in the basement.
That had been some days ago, and since then, Jennifer would spend a bit of time each day hanging out with the girls. They had shown her how to play wizard chess and exploding snap, and chatted a bit about their lives, and what it was like being witches and going to school at Hogwarts.
Some days, like today in the late morning, the girls would get some broomsticks and fly around a bit. Fleur invited Jennifer to sit on a broomstick with her while she flew, but Jennifer shook her head. It seemed too scary. She wasn’t ready for that.
But sitting in the stands and watching the girls swooping and diving, and throwing a ball through hoops was exciting. A movement on the field caught Jennifer’s eye. Her stomach tied in knots when she spied three people whom she hadn’t met enter the field.
Jennifer relaxed a bit when she realised that they were friends--er, very close friends--of the girls. But Jennifer became alarmed and looked for a place to hide when they spotted her and began to make their way into the stands. Jennifer hugged her knees to her chest and shrank back into her seat, letting her long dark bangs hide her face.
Trembling, Jennifer peered between the strands of her ebony hair. Luna approached with the three newcomers while the others made their way back to the castle. Jennifer’s eyes widened in recognition when they drew closer.
One of the newcomers was obviously the other cat-witch the girls spoke about lovingly so often, the girl with the colourful hair was the one who had taught them how to fight, and the boy...
“Hello Jennifer,” Luna said with a serene smile, “This is Harry Potter...”

~o0o~

Dora’s brows knotted and she felt a flash of anger when she saw the girl scrunch up and try to hide her face. Dora recognised that look. It was the same look which had caused Dora to go berserk on a boy at Hogwarts and nearly get herself expelled--until Mad Eye had made her the offer that she couldn’t really refuse. It was the look which Dora had seen in her previous girlfriend’s eyes.
Jennifer opened her mouth to say hi. But it had gone dry, and she couldn’t speak. Luna put her arm around Jennifer.
Harry swallowed nervously. All Luna had told him about Jennifer was that Voldemort had killed her parents and that she was a muggle. But he could tell that something much worse had happened to her. Jennifer's mannerisms reminded Harry of his own sometimes after Uncle Vernon had finished hitting him or shaking him by the scruff of the neck and slamming him against a wall.
“Er... Hi Jennifer... erm... it’s... er... it’s nice to meet you...” Harry trailed off lamely, mentally kicking himself for not being able to think of anything better to say. Hermione squeezed his hand comfortingly.
Jennifer was startled, seeing that Harry was as anxious about meeting her as she was about meeting him. It suddenly struck Jennifer that Harry was the first male that she had seen since her ordeal who didn’t induce a superimposed image of Ratface in her mind.
Jennifer peered into Harry's eyes, which his glasses did little to hide. They were so gentle and pretty, almost too pretty to be a boy’s eyes--and so green.
Jennifer relaxed slightly and Luna's smile widened.
“Hello,” Jennifer began, in a small voice, “It’s nice to meet you too Harry...”

~o0o~

Things perked up a bit after the initial meeting. Jennifer commiserated with Harry over his Uncle Vernon. Soon Harry and Hermione were sharing butterbeers and lunch with Luna and Jennifer in the visitors’ lounge on the ground floor, while Dora had gone with Fleur, Daphne, and Parvati to eat lunch together in the Great Hall so that Jennifer wouldn’t feel too overwhelmed.
“I thought Ginny and Neville would be here by now too. What’s happening with them Luna?” Hermione asked after she had finished eating.
“Oh, the Weasleys won a contest of some sort,” Luna replied dreamily. “They went on holiday to Egypt. I think they’ll be back a few days after Harry’s birthday. And Madam Longbottom decided to take Neville on tour of famous European magical sites for his birthday--he should be coming back around the same time.”
Harry wasn’t paying much attention; he was staring at an amazingly lifelike pencil-drawing which he had spotted in the open sketchbook on the coffee-table. His face darkened and he began to shake.
Hermione curled her fluffy tail around his waist and embraced him.
“What’s wrong Harry?” she asked, alarm catching her voice.
Harry discerned the scent of parchment and toothpaste and began to calm, but his voice still trembled with a hint of anger.
“Th... that man in the drawing... Who drew that? Who is that supposed to be?”
Jennifer cringed. She had forgotten that she had left her sketchbook on the table.
“I... I d...d...drew it,” Jennifer stammered. “I....I... I c...can’t get his face out of my head.” Tears began to roll down her cheeks.
“Is...” Harry swallowed and tried his utmost to steady himself. He didn’t want to scare Jennifer, “Is that the man who hurt you?”
“Ratface!” Jennifer whispered, nodding.
“Wormtail!” Harry muttered through gritted teeth. “That's Peter Pettigrew--older now--he’s the one who sold my parents out to Voldemort. He's the main reason they're dead. He was their friend... and he betrayed them. Sirius showed me a picture of him with Mum and Dad.”
“H...he r...raped me...” Jennifer blurted out, sobbing. “...loads of times.”
Hermione gasped in horror; Harry’s blood began to boil-over as an inferno raged in his gut and spread to his extremities.
Jennifer had shocked herself with the statement. This was the first time she had been able to say it out loud--the first time she had been able to clearly articulate it in her mind.
Luna curled her own fluffy white tail around Jennifer and took the sobbing girl in her arms. Luna was sad, but she had suspected it all along, and she was relieved that Jennifer had finally been able to talk about what had happened to her.
Harry’s head started spinning. He couldn’t tell where Jennifer’s pain ended and his began--he just felt it all swirling together in the firestorm within. The walls felt like they were closing in on him. Harry couldn’t breathe properly--he felt like he was going to explode. He had to get away.
Harry leapt up and stalked out of the visitor’s lounge.
“I’m sorry...” Jennifer wailed, “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have left my sketchbook out...”
“It’s not your fault Jennifer...” Hermione cried, “Please! You have to understand, Harry’s not angry at you. He’s angry about Wormtail hurting you... Luna tell her--Harry’s angry at Wormtail...” Hermione jumped out of her own seat.
“Look after her Luna... I’ve got to look after Harry--stop him before he hurts himself...” Hermione fled the visitor’s lounge using her nose to track Harry.
Thankfully, Harry hadn’t lost his common sense. He was headed for the Seventh Floor, looking for somewhere safe to release his rage. Hermione could see him on one of the stairs above, but they were already moving.
Hermione ran up the stairs as fast as she could and instinctively leapt from the end of the staircase to the landing on the next floor which was already several metres away, alighting on all fours, her bushy cat tail whipping behind her. Hermione had to do that for every staircase as she followed Harry. She almost caught up to him.
Too out of breath to yell at Harry to stop, Hermione raced down the corridor and barely managed to catch the door to the Room of Requirement before it clicked shut. Hermione ducked and screamed when debris from an enormous exploding statue of Wormtail rained down upon her.

~o0o~

“Hermione...” Harry’s voice cut through the ringing in her ears. “Hermione... I’m so sorry--I didn’t see you...”
Hermione blinked and the stunning effects of the blast began to fade, but there was still a haze of smoke and dust.
“Hermione--are you alright? Say something... please...” Harry’s voice broke into sobs.
Hermione could see the hot tears streaming down Harry’s fiery red cheeks, dripping onto the floor. He was on his knees beside her.
“I... I’ll be fine... Harry,” Hermione managed to gasp. “Really--I’m fine, just a bit dazed. But what about you?”
Relief flooded Harry’s features. But his voice was still too broken by heavy wracking sobs of guilt. Hermione glanced around the steel reinforced room at the concrete statues of Voldemort, Wormtail, and the Minister. Harry had apparently conjured this room specifically to use blasting curses on his enemies.
Hermione threw her arms and furry tail around Harry, fighting her own tears to be strong for him.
“I’m alright... I swear Harry!” she said firmly.
“Okay... okay.... That’s good then,” Harry gasped. “What about Jennifer? I... I didn’t mean to upset her. But I had to get out of there before I lost it completely.”
“I think she’ll be alright Harry. Luna’s with her...” Hermione replied, “And... and to tell you the truth, I think Jennifer needed the release too. I could feel it... all of her pain and guilt. She hadn’t been able to really face what happened to her until you... until you and she shared your feelings about Wormtail with each other.”
“I don’t understand... why would she feel guilty about being raped?” Then it hit Harry. “Oh... wait, I... I think I do understand. Sort of like the way I feel--I mean like the way I felt--about being hit by Vernon...”
Hermione nodded, holding Harry tightly, and he felt the last embers of his fury washing away.
“Oh crap,” Harry sighed. “I just had a thought... I bet Jennifer feels bad about upsetting me now--even though it wasn’t her fault at all.”
Hermione led a much calmer Harry back downstairs to the visitor’s lounge where Luna had finally settled Jennifer. Harry and Jennifer shared wan little smiles. Jennifer brushed her black bangs out of the way, wiping away the remnants of her tears.
“I’m sorry Jennifer...” Harry began.
“No, it’s alright,” Jennifer interjected, “I get it--I know you weren’t cross with me. I... I want to thank you actually. I think I’m finally beginning to realise that what happened to me wasn’t my fault. You’re the first person I’ve really been able to talk to about it.”
Harry nodded.
“Er... I...I don’t know if it’ll be the same for you, but... but sometimes those feelings might come back a bit,” Harry admitted ruefully. “But... but eventually you learn to live with it...” Harry glanced at Hermione, “especially if you find someone nice to help you get through those moments.”
Harry’s face hardened slightly, and a spark lit in his eyes again.
“And... and I want you to know... If I ever come across Wormtail, I’m going to kill him.”
Hermione stiffened.
“Not if I see him first,” Hermione said, her own eyes ablaze. “Because if I spot that Cretinous Rodent before Harry does, he’ll already be dead.

AN: I figured that seeing as the Weasleys never got their Egyptian holiday last summer, they might as well have it this one... ;-)
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