Weasley and Potter's Otter
Hermione sighed as she entered the prefect's bathroom. It had been less than a month since her final year at Hogwarts had started, and already she had more work to do in a day than the past seven years combined. When she wasn't studying, she was nagging Ron and Harry to do their work, or chatting with Ginny, or working on E.L.F. (originally S.P.E.W. but shortened due to private acknowledgement of Ron's recommendation for a title) or helping Harry to finally defeat Voldemort.
With all that work to do, a nice, quiet bath was needed every once in a while, if only to relax oneself after the constant stresses of daily living. And as Hermione was Head Girl of Hogwarts, and the brightest student in Gryffindor, if not the entire school, she was probably more entitled than most to a luxurious moment to herself.
As she modestly divested herself of her clothes and waited for the large tub to be filled with water, she pondered if she should indulge herself in transforming into an Animagi while taking her bath. After all, she was the first student to correctly transform herself into an animal form in Transfiguration 6th year (in her case, an otter) and the youngest witch ever to get lawfully registered as an Animagi. She had promised the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall that she would for the time being until she graduated, transform only on school grounds, as that was the requirement for her to be registered at the young age of 17.
While watching the tub fill with refreshingly cool, clear water, Hermione decided to indulge after all, and checked her bag for the potion that she secretly carried with her at all times. She gulped down the slightly acidic liquid, and waited for the dramatic change to occur. Within seconds, her hands were shrinking along with her feet as a thick tail emerged from her back. She arched a bit, wincing as the momentary pain caused from the crunching of bones hit her. Before long, she was on all fours on the floor, and without hesitation, dived gracefully into the sparkling bath.
Hermione was not an athletic person, but as an otter she found a way to express herself in a way exempt from academic and intellectual talent. As an otter, she was careful and oblivious to everything but the feel of the liquid coolness surrounding her, and could twist, bend and twirl her body, swirling and floating in an unsynchronized pattern around the still waters that allowed her to flow through at her own will and pace. As she came up to the surface for air, Hermione let out an energetic scream of delight from the joy the relaxing feeling brought her.
However, the next time she came up to the surface, her scream was not one of joy.
There, standing before her in their naked glory, were Harry and Ron.
If Hermione had been in her human form, she would have been able to scream, "What the HELL are you two doing in here? Can't you tell that this bathroom is being used? Get out before I pulverize both of you!"
Unfortunately, Hermione couldn't remember that she wasn't in her human form. The only things she could remember were that Harry and Ron were naked and so was she and they were all in the prefect's bathroom and it was very immodest and she had never been more humiliated in her life. So because she couldn't remember that she was in her otter form and could not speak English, only otter, her angry words came out in otter screeches.
Unbeknownst to Hermione, Harry and Ron had decided to see who could keep their Firewhiskey in the fastest, and so both had ended up rather intoxicated as a result, as they had never had Firewhiskey before, and did not realize how potent a drink it was. And because they were both intoxicated, they did not think twice about using the password to enter the prefects' bathroom (Ron was Head Boy) and going for a quick swim to try to sober up before going to bed.
It should also be mentioned that they were too drunk to remember that Hermione's Animagus form was an otter. And so upon seeing an otter in the prefect's pool, Ron remarked, "Look Harry! We've got a visitor with us!"
Harry chucked as well, although he wasn't as apt as Ron was to be able to talk and walk at the same time when drunk. So after chuckling, he managed to walk closer to the tub where Ron was standing and then stopped to chuckle some more.
"It's an otter!" he told, or rather, shouted, to Ron.
Ron grinned stupidly. "Cool, huh? Wonder if it wants to swim with us?"
Hermione's otter eyes grew huge at this comment. Well, perhaps not just at the comment itself, but also at the realization of how…manly Ron and Harry looked without their clothes on. She always tended to patronize them, particularly Ron, as it irked her how easily he managed to get under her skin. By trying to boss him around, she was also attempting to keep her less-than-wholesome feelings for him under control.
However, seeing both of them side by side in their birthday suits made those pesky butterfly feelings return full throttle, and she allowed herself to ogle them for several minutes before remembering the immodesty of the situation, and mentally blushing.
Ron was taller and broader than Harry, and red hairs curled all over his freckled body. Quidditch had made his muscles tauter and emphasized his physique so he looked the part of a man he didn't always act. And as for that part in the middle…well…let's just say that Hermione couldn't blame herself any more for her attraction towards him.
Harry, although shorter than Ron, was by no means deficient physically. He was thinner, but Quidditch over the past few years had strengthened his muscles as well, and the coarse hairs on his body were as dark as his hair. Looking at his middle part…made Hermione think of Ginny, and how she would react if she saw it. No doubt the feelings she once had for him would quickly return, if not of love, then most definitely of lust.
Before Hermione could turn her thoughts from the mesmerizing sights of Harry and Ron's bodies, they both plunged into the water, not thinking that people cannot necessarily swim properly when they are under the influence. After a few seconds of waiting for them to reappear, Hermione decided to dive to see where the two boys had ended up underwater, and let out a bubbly squeak at finding them both unable to swim back up to the surface.
In a fit of fury and fear, she bit at Ron's arm in an attempt to pull him towards the top. She managed to get him to hold on to the side of the deep tub before going back underwater to rescue Harry, whose eyes had glazed over. After pulling him out with sheer otter strength she knew she probably did not possess as a human, Hermione gave him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, praying that drowning would not get him before he defeated Voldemort. Finally, Harry managed to cough, spitting out water from his mouth as he tried to inhale deep breaths.
Hermione then turned back to Ron, who had managed to pull himself out of the water and was breathing just as heavily as Harry. She shook her head.
"Didn't I tell you two that Firewhiskey is off limits?" she shrieked at them in otter-tongue.
Ron let out a final breath before rasping to her in a drunken lurch, "You look like 'Mione."
"That's because I AM Hermione," she snapped back in her otter voice, but Ron's face fell to the floor from sheer exhaustion and drunkenness, and she could hear snores emitting from him. Rolling her eyes, she looked at Harry, who also seemed to have fallen asleep.
Deciding that now would be the best time to transform back into her human form before the two boys awoke, Hermione toddled over to her bag to look for the reverse Animagi potion. But alas! There was none! She had forgotten to have it refilled! Now what was she to do? She certainly couldn't leave the prefects' bathroom as an otter. And she couldn't leave Ron and Harry snoring in drunken nakedness either. She hadn't the slightest clue how they had managed to get from the dorms to the bathroom wearing nothing but what nature had given them, but she knew that they would not be able to make it back as easily. And as of yet, she knew of no spell that would enable her to dress them.
It looked as though all three of them were stuck there for the remainder of the night. Oh sweet merlin! What were the Headmaster and Professor McGonagall going to say when they found out!
If they found out, Hermione reminded herself, trying to calm her nerves and keep from panicking. What was she going to do until the boys woke up?
Well, she had already had her bath. So much for trying to have a calm evening for once. This was probably the most…energetic visit to the prefect's bathroom she had ever experienced.
Then another, more terrifying thought struck her. What would happen when her Animagi transformation potion wore off? It was only to last for several hours, as she was a beginner, and the stronger the potion and the younger the transformer, the harder it was to transform back.
Hermione took a deep gulp. Before long, there would be 3 naked people in the bathroom. And the mere envision in her mind of Ron waking up to find her naked caused her to black out and fall to the floor right next to him.
Early the next morning…
Ron reluctantly opened his eyes to find that he was lying down on a very uncomfortable, hard floor. His head was very sore and having no memory of what had happened the night before, he was confused as to why he was sleeping in the prefect's bathroom instead of his room in the Gryffindor dormitory and also why he was nude.
It was then that he craned his neck to the left in an attempt to rid of the soreness, when he found that a nude, wet young woman with dark curly masses of brown hair who looked strikingly like Hermione was lying next to him.
Ron's eyes bulged so wide he was surprised they were still in his sockets.
What in the hell happened last night?
He dearly wished he could remember. He prayed that he would never forget the scene his eyes were feasting on at the moment. After seven years of knowing Hermione, four of which he didn't even acknowledge her as a girl, he now decided that it was time to wise up and stop being so thick in the head.
Hermione had to be the most attractive woman he had ever seen and he was deeply in lust…er…love with her. He had seen plenty of nude women in pictures, and fantasized of nude women frequently when he was wanking off, but to see one in the flesh right in front of him…was a near miracle in the making and one he hoped would never fade.
He regretted how many years he saw Hermione without actually seeing her. The robes certainly hid a lot. He wondered if her womanly curves had been there for quite a while without his realization, or if they had just magically appeared overnight. Whatever the case, he quickly decided that waking up this morning had been the best decision he'd made in his life.
After gazing fondly at Hermione appreciatively, still stunned as to the reason for their nudeness, he heard a stirring sound from someone else. Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from her perfect form, he turned to his right to find…Harry?
"What in the hell are you doing in here?" Ron yelled in his face.
Harry jumped up, his eyes opening. He stared in shock at Ron and Hermione, then at himself. "What's going on?" he asked, more confused then he had ever been in his life.
"That's what I want to know!" Ron growled threateningly at him. "What are you doing in here with Hermione and me?"
"You and Hermione? How the hell should I know? I have no memory of anything past five seconds ago!" Harry retorted.
Ron frowned at Harry, still uncertain that he was telling the truth. But before he could spout a reply, Hermione's hazy voice asked, "What's going on?"
Ron turned to her. Hermione had flipped from her side on to her back and was stretching her arms out in a lazy manner. His loins tightened and he was finding it hard to keep his mouth from dropping open. Then he remembered Harry was with them and he was nude as well, and he quickly pulled Hermione up to a standing position. "Get behind me, I don't want Harry to see anything!" he yelled at her frantically, trying to make sure Harry didn't get as tantalizing a view of her as he did.
Hermione and Harry looked at him in shock.
"Oh, but it was ok for you to get an eyeful?" Hermione challenged him, her eyes furious. She had completely forgotten her modesty from the night before, thanks to Ron's arrogance.
"That's different!" Ron shouted back at her, his eyes just as angry. "Something happened last night between us that I don't remember! All I know is, Harry couldn't have been a part of it!"
Harry stared at Ron in bewilderment. "A part of what?"
"Don't give me that innocent muggle act! I'm not sure what non-wizards call it, but we magic folk refer to it as 'menage a trois'!" Ron raged.
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's called the same thing in muggle world as well. I don't remember what happened last night either, but it sure as hell couldn't have been that. I'd sooner shag with Draco than I would with you."
Ron's eyebrows raised in shock. "You'd choose Draco over us? What's wrong with you? Don't tell me you're…different from all the other giant squids in the lake."
Hermione rolled her eyes, immensely annoyed at Ron and Harry's conversation. It was time to put a stop to the arguing and tell the truth.
"Nothing happened last night you two!" she yelled at them.
Ron and Harry's eyes turned to her, well, when Harry looked her way Ron covered his eyes so he couldn't see anything he "wasn't supposed to." "How do you know?" Ron asked her, hoping against hope that, as usual, she had a logical explanation for what happened.
"Because I was the only one of the trio that wasn't drunk, that's how I know!" Hermione snapped at him. All the fear and shock of the past night had finally gotten to her, and before she could stop it, tears started dripping down her cheeks.
Ron automatically reached for her and protectively cradled her against his chest, willing himself not to get aroused by the feeling of her breasts against him. Hermione sniffled as he held her, too emotional to remember that he was a naked, horny young man and she was a naked, horny young woman.
"I was swimming in the tub last night, trying to get some peace and relaxation, when you two barged in, drunk as laughing hyenas. You both were naked and before I knew it, you had jumped in the water and because you were drunk, couldn't swim properly. I had to save you both."
Harry willed himself not to get irritated by the fact that he had to stare at Ron's naked butt in order to respond to Hermione's explanation. "Why didn't you try to get help so we could get back to the dormitories?"
"Well, first of all, I had transformed into my animagus form, and I had forgot that I hadn't refilled my reverse potion in order to change back into human form. And secondly…" Hermione tried to stop herself from crying more. Ron patted her back compassionately.
"And secondly, what?" Harry asked her, deciding the whole situation was actually pretty funny, and so was having to stare at Ron's naked butt.
"Secondly, there was no way I would be able to get you two back to the dormitories without being seen…besides, you both passed out after I saved your naked butts from drowning. I passed out too, after the shock of it all. What if a student had found out and told a teacher? There's no way I would have been able to handle that," Hermione finished.
Ron and Harry sighed, relieved that no ménage a trois had taken place.
"Um, guys?"
"Yeah?" Ron and Harry chorused, as the former went back to covering the latter's eyes.
"Do you mind if I get dressed now?"
"Why?" asked Ron. Harry rolled his eyes, even though it was rather hard to do with someone's hand pressed so tightly against them.
"BECAUSE I'M NAKED, YOU PRAT!" Hermione screeched at him, thrilled that she was able to shriek in English again.
"So? Harry and I are naked too," Ron reminded her.
"Yeah, but I've got clothing and you two don't," Hermione said. "Now please turn around, before I scratch both of your eyes out."
"But Harry's have been shielded the whole time," Ron protested, as Harry turned around, unwilling to allow Hermione's anger to increase tenfold.
"RON! TURN AROUND! NOW!"
Ron reluctantly turned around as Hermione finally got to the bag where her towel and pajamas lay. When she was dried and dressed, she took her bag and left the bathroom, relieved that she was finally free of the tension that had plagued her for the past eight hours.
"Hey, Hermione!" Ron yelled, his and Harry's backs still turned for Hermione's privacy. "Are you dressed yet? Hermione?"
Hermione ignored the increasing shouts as she walked back to the dormitory. She needed to avoid seeing anyone for the rest of the day, still shook up over having seen two boys naked and having them see her naked, and being secretly aroused by the situation.
Oh why, oh why, did she have to be a registered animagus?
