Hermione's Furry Little Problem

Harry stirred, feeling a very pleasurable sensation as the pink glow seen from behind his eyelids indicated that it was morning. He blinked and grinned to see dirty-blonde hair strewn across his lower abdomen and a bobbing fluffy white tail. Harry reached out his hands to stroke Luna’s furry white ears as she continued to suck his morning stiffness.

Luna pressed her lips against his bare pubes and took him deeper when she sensed Harry surging. Holding her head in place, Harry groaned as he blissfully erupted into Luna’s humid throat. He heard a squeal, feeling a quake of ecstasy beside him, and through the fog of ardour he saw Hermione’s naked thighs wrapping around Daphne’s head as Hermione’s bushy ginger tail happily thumped the bed.

“Morning Harry,” said Luna with a grin when she had finished, his stickiness trickling down her chin.

“It’s been two days... we thought you and Hermione might be ready for some cheering up,” said Parvati, who had disengaged her lips from Jennifer’s to speak.

“I approved the operation,” chortled Dora as Fleur looked up and fluttered her eyelashes at Harry, her own tongue too busily engaged with Dora’s heated slit to say anything. “I figured we could all use a bit of cheerin’ right about now...”

“Er... yeah! ... suppose you’re right!” Harry grinned again, thinking about how mopey they had all been yesterday, having spent it mostly just cuddling each other and trying their best to get past things and move on--though everybody knew it was something they would never truly be able to forget.

“Mmm... I agree! Good Morning Harry...!” said Hermione, smiling and flicking her furry ears as she tingled, still in the throes of delight. “That was lovely... thank you Daphne!”

“It was my pleasure... really!” giggled Daphne, giving Hermione and Harry both a wet kiss.

Daphne and Luna began to explore each other as Harry leaned over to kiss his wife. His hand slid across the satiny skin of Hermione’s belly, up to cup one of her breasts and gently tweak a nipple as he kissed her. Harry’s lips trailed wetly down her neck and across her collarbone until they encircled the hard nipple which belonged to the breast in the palm of his hand.

Harry wasn’t sure why, but there was something powerfully comforting about the feel of Hermione’s nipple in his mouth as he rolled his tongue around and sucked it. A sublime sense of peace settled over him as his arms wrapped around her, his hands stroking the soft strip of orange fur along her spine; he never wanted to let go. Hermione gasped at the tingling electrical surges rippling through her as Harry continued voraciously sucking.

Fleur came up behind Hermione and began to nuzzle her neck, one hand sliding across her tummy, squeezing her other little breasts, flicking nipples with her thumbs, as the other hand slipped between Hermione’s thighs to rub her damp slit.

Dora pressed her own ample breasts into Harry’s back as she ground herself against his backside and nibbled an ear. One of her hands slipped under and around to roam across Harry’s chest, as the other reached for his throbbing penis.

Hermione arched, meowing, her dripping sheath clenching around Fleur’s fingers, and Harry’s loins began to jerk as Dora masturbated him. Gently, sensing their readiness, Hermione and Harry’s lovers guided them towards one another. Hermione lifted a leg over Harry’s thighs and bit her lip as he entered her with a single thrust.

The swirl of passion fell upon them. Giddily, Harry plummeted to Hermione’s depths in repeated long strokes as her wet heat gripped his shaft. Dora rocked in tandem with Harry, her arms still around him as he plundered Hermione. Fleur’s hands and lips continued to caress Hermione’s undulating form, but the girl with flourescing hair took hold of Fleur’s hand, and began sucking on the fingers which had been probing Hermione’s vulva only moments ago.

A similar scrum wrestled on the bed beside them. It was difficult to tell precisely where Luna, Daphne, Jennifer, and Parvati were in the tangle of limbs and furry tails, as hands cradled and squeezed breasts and bottom cheeks--lips and fingers applied themselves to nipples and quivering pink wet entrances. Gasps and moans of pleasure mingled with the joyous purrs and meows echoing through the chamber as the bed quaked.

Hermione yowled and lost herself in the euphoric storm of bliss which engulfed her as she felt Harry’s sweaty brow pressed to her heaving breast, his lips still firmly and wetly attached to the nipple, his swelling tumescence burrowing into her nest. The sensation of Hermione’s velvety slickness milking Harry’s shaft as she trembled in his arms was too much; he was swept away on the currents of ecstasy and convulsed, a torrent of his essence flooding her womb.

The frenzied hurricane of passionate release sucked the entire Coven into its ecstatic vortex and the entire manor rocked...

~o0o~

And worse than that, it appeared that a number of prisoners had been freed. And if Dumbledore had some of the muggles, then things with the ICW could soon become extremely complicated. It was quite possible that Dumbledore had enough evidence to convince the ICW to begin an investigation.

While International Law prevented the ICW from determining most internal policies and intervening in internal disputes, their power to Sanction wizarding governments and issue International Arrest Warrants, should they have the votes on the responsible committees, could greatly hamper Dolores’s efforts and restrict her ability to travel abroad. Some sort of countermeasure which could cloud the evidence needed to be taken--perhaps at Hogwarts.

Minister Umbridge had restrained the Carrows, much to their dismay, as there were no Mudbloods left at Hogwarts to punish. However, there were still those at Hogwarts who had been close to the Potters and apparently favoured by Dumbledore. It was perhaps time to let the Carrows’ leash slacken--particularly regarding certain Gryffindors.

~o0o~

“Penelope says she needs her space,” Percy grumbled as he picked at his dinner, “...to work out what she wants out of life or something--says she doesn’t know who I am anymore, and that she needs to sort out whether it's me or her that’s changed...”

“Never mind Percy,” said Dolores sympathetically, gently patting the back of Percy’s hand. “I’m sure she’ll come around eventually. In any case, please believe that you are quite the catch... any young pureblood witch would be very lucky to have you for their own. Perhaps some more elf-wine dear...?”

“Oh... er... yes please!” Percy blushed slightly, considering Dolores’s words as she poured some more wine into his glass.

Dolores was right he decided. Penelope had seemed withdrawn for quite some time; they had been growing more distant ever since he had joined the Ministry in fact. And come to think about it, things hadn’t been the same between them since Percy had put Hermione Potter on trial alongside her husband.

Percy narrowed his eyes, thinking that perhaps he was well shot of Penelope if she harboured sympathies for Halfbreeds and Mudbloods. He took a sip from his wineglass as he turned his attention to the evening news on the Wiz-Vision. The news of the incident at the Ministry’s Welsh detention centre had been suppressed of course. It wouldn’t do for the Ministry to look weak, or for news of Dumbledore’s successes to receive any free publicity.

The splendidly coiffed William O’Hannity was regaling his cohost Endora with his well considered opinion on the news of the day when suddenly the screen went snowy. For a moment it went black altogether. Percy and Dolores regarded the Wiz-Vision with puzzlement as the image returned.

Wine sprayed from their mouths and their eyes bulged in shock; the Minister and her deputy would have recognised those clear blue eyes and that long silvery beard anywhere. They both gaped in horror as the former Headmaster of Hogwarts announced what they were just about to witness.

~o0o~

Harry had decided to have a go at painting in Jennifer’s art studio while Hermione relaxed with a science fiction novel which she’d found in the library of Jennifer’s manor. It was nearly teatime when Hermione glanced up from the book she was reading in the lounge chair.

“That’s lovely Harry,” she said encouragingly.

“Thanks...” Harry chuckled as he regarded the splashes of colour on the canvas, “it’s a rough start anyway...”

“No... really, it’s beautiful,” Hermione insisted.

“She’s right you know. The palette is gorgeous, and your brush strokes are strong,” asserted Jennifer, who was standing in the doorway with Luna. “Are you sure you’ve never painted before, Harry?”

“Only runes and symbols before now,” Harry replied. “This is the first time I’ve ever had a go at painting a picture. It’s more... er... ‘impressionistic’ than I wanted it to be...” he laughed. “I don’t really know enough about oil painting techniques to do anything more realistic.”

“Well I’d certainly recognise the place if I ever saw it Harry,” Luna chimed in. “Where is it supposed to be?”

“Er... I dunno really!” Harry scratched his head and bit his lip pensively, reddening. “I... erm... I just sort of made the landscape up! Anyway... I suppose it’s teatime then?”

“We’re taking a picnic to eat by the pond as it’s nice out. Do you want to join us?” said Luna, smiling at Hermione as they both picked up on Harry’s embarrassment at being praised for something he was uncertain of.

Harry and Hermione both nodded. Harry quickly cleaned up and they all headed for the pond behind the manor. Dragonflies buzzed about, skimming across the shimmering surface of the pool. Jennifer noticed the book that Hermione was reading as they sat by the water’s edge with the rest of the Coven.

“Stranger in a Strange Land ? Do you like Robert Heinlein then?” asked Jennifer after finishing her sandwich.

“I’ve never actually read any of his works before. When it came to fiction, I mostly just read the classics and some British children’s literature.” Hermione turned a bit pink at the admission. “Besides classic science fiction like Jules Verne and HG Wells, I’ve only read a bit of Isaac Azimov and few others. This book caught my attention because of its reputation and the... er... subject matter...”

Several emotions flickered across Jennifer’s features before she grinned.

“That was one of my father’s favourite books,” she said. “I don’t think Mum liked it very much though--I thought it best not to tell her I’d read it. I prefer some of Heinlein’s books for kids. Honestly, I always thought that one was really weird and sexist. I... I’m not sure how I feel about it now.”

“I see some of it differently now that... er... we're all together--though it still strikes me a bit as a teenage boy’s sex fantasy,” Jennifer concluded with an eyeroll.

With more than a bit of curiosity, Harry picked up the thick book and flicked through it as Dora looked over his shoulder and the others glanced to see what they were talking about. A wry little smile crept to Harry’s lips when he noticed from the bookmark that Hermione appeared to be nearly finished with it already.

“I know what you mean... I’m not quite sure what to make of it either,” Hermione confessed. “It’s got some interesting ideas that seem ahead of its time--ahead of our time even--but some of the attitudes of the characters still somehow seem a bit dated... and... and I think I know which line put you off...it’s enough to put off any woman off nowadays.”

“I can’t imagine any woman today actually saying that ‘nine times out of ten, it’s partly a woman’s fault when she gets raped’...”

“I should say not!” Parvati interjected with an angry wag of her sleek black tail and Daphne looked horrified. Harry glowered at the book in his hand.

“Yes... that’s a very old-fashioned attitude--though some people still believe it, most won’t admit to it,” Hermione agreed. “But the book was written in the 1950's when lots of people still openly believed that sort of rubbish. And in any case, the character--the woman that says it--is supposed to be a bit of a judgmental straightlaced character before she becomes more openminded--becomes part of a ‘group marriage’ more or less...”

“Besides, you can’t just assume that because a character in a book says something, it means the author believes it... My Auntie Joanne liked this book, and according to her it inspired some of the communal values and openmindedness about sex in the counterculture movement of the late 1960's... that’s why it caught my interest when I saw it on the bookshelf.”

“So what is it all about then?” asked Fleur.

Jennifer answered with another grin. “It’s about a man brought back to Earth after being raised by Martians. And funnily enough, he’s sort of got magical powers that the Martians taught him, and he ends up starting a sort of ‘sex-cult’ where everyone loves each other and they all learn magic...”

“Oh... that sounds right up our alley then,” Dora chortled. “Maybe I’ll give that book a go when you’re finished with it Hermione.”

~o0o~

“Ah... Harry, you’re available. Excellent!” said Dumbledore.

“Hi sir!” Harry peered eagerly at the Headmaster, who looked as if he had some news to impart. “Yeah... just finished dinner. So what’s happening then?”

“I wish that I could give you and the Coven more time to refresh yourselves, but we shall have to move quickly. Can you all be ready to join us at Narcissa Black’s estate tomorrow morning at 7 am?”

“Of course we can Professor Dumbledore!” Harry responded excitedly. Hermione and the others nodded as they were all listening with bated breath. “So, are we going to...”

“...Retake Hogwarts?” Dumbledore interjected, his eyes twinkling. “Yes indeed! And I have you and Mrs Potter to thank for inspiring the plan of attack. With the element of surprise, we should hopefully be able to minimise casualties on all sides. If you would be so kind, please bring the portrait of Phineas Nigellus...”

“We’re going to use the pictures then?”

“Yes!” replied Dumbledore. “There are a number of other paintings here at Madam Black’s which are copies of those at Hogwarts, so we shall be able to move several teams into the castle all at once. Now, I must be going as I have a pressing engagement. You may wish to turn on your Wiz-Vision for this...”