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works/395453.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione/Neville, Hermione/Neville/Ron
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Ron_Weasley, Neville_Longbottom
  Additional Tags:
      Crossdressing, Roleplay, Strap-Ons, Threesome_-_F/M/M
  Stats:
      Published: 2005-03-14 Words: 1976
****** It's Only Stealing If You Don't Plan to Return It ******
by wilde_stallyn
Summary
     Neville has a crush, Hermione has an idea, and Ron is very, very
     surprised.
Notes
     Written for
     [[info]]
lysrouge as part of the Late Bloomer Ficathon over at [[info]]nevillosity. Much
love to [[info]]starrysummer for the last minute beta.
Hermione snuggled in closer to Neville on the squishy loveseat by the fire in
the Gryffindor common room. He absently stroked her side where his arm was
wrapped around her waist and she smiled. She was supposed to be reading
Arithmancy for the Academically Above-Average by Anastasia Argyle, but mostly
she was watching Neville watch Ron.
Ron and Harry were going over a new Quidditch strategy or some such on the
other side of the common room. Every time Ron jumped up to add something to the
large sheet of parchment he had stuck to the wall, Neville's eyes would fallow
his arse like someone had cast a Point Me spell on them. Hermione rather
thought she ought to be upset, or at least a bit jealous, that her boyfriend so
obviously had a crush on one of her best friends, but she couldn't muster the
will to be hacked-off about it because it was just so darn cute.
Hermione had found she had an inexplicable weakness for the particular brand of
cuteness that was Neville Longbottom. She had been just as surprised as anyone
else when he first asked her out. She had been helping him with a bit of
Transfiguration homework one night, and she could tell he was clearly working
up the courage for something, but she definitely wasn't expecting him to blurt
out "Hermionewillyougooutwithme?"
She had never thought about Neville in a romantic or sexual light before.
Truthfully, until that moment she had assumed Neville was gay. As far as she
could tell, he never talked about girls or seemed to have a crush on any of
them. When he had accepted Justin Finch-Fletchley's invitation to Hogsmeade in
Sixth Year it had only served to cement her observations.
She just stared at him for a moment as he stammered something about how nice
she was to him and how he had always thought she was very pretty. Then she
smiled as she realized how completely adorable he was, sitting there, blushing
to his hairline, waiting for her reply. Before she had consciously realized she
had made a decision, she found herself leaning over and kissing him, and then
he surprised her for the second time that evening. He kissed her back hard, and
it was hungry and passionate and forceful and all those things one did not
usually think to associate with Neville.
Hermione was jostled out of her musings as Neville turned nearly all the way
around to watch Ron follow Harry up the dormitory stairs. Alright, enough was
enough. She poked Neville hard in the side and he nearly jumped off the couch.
"Hey!" he yelped in surprise. "What was that for?"
"You were staring at Ron's arse."
Neville went red and gaped at her like a fish out of water. "I- I was not."
Hermione gave him a look that clearly said that she wasn't remotely fooled and
he might as well quit lying about it. "I'm not upset, but unless you would like
the entire common room to know you fancy him, I'd suggest a bit of subtlety in
your ogling."
"You're not upset?" he asked.
"No, I'm not. Just so long as you don't decide you're tired of me and start
shagging him behind my back. Ron is rather fanciable. I used to have something
of a crush on him myself, you know."
Now it was Neville's turn to give her a look. "Love, everyone knew you had more
than 'something of a crush' on Ron. Except Ron, of course," he added quickly.
"And Harry, actually."
"Yes, well, at least their lack of observational skills came in handy for
something," she said and hastily returned to her book.
 
* * *
 
The next evening, Neville watched Hermione hurry through her supper. He figured
that she probably had some new research project she wanted to get back to, but
when she was finished, she turned a wicked smile on him and said, "Meet me in
the study in an hour."
Then she jumped up from the table and left him to stare apprehensively after
her as she left the Great Hall. He knew that smile – she definitely had
something planned for him tonight.
 
* * *
 
Dean paused in the doorway of the seventh-year boys' dorm room. "Hermione, what
are you doing?"
Hermione looked up from the foot of Ron's bed where she was going through his
trunk. "Oh, hi Dean. I'm just borrowing a couple of things."
She pulled out a slightly mouldy bag of Cockroach Clusters and grimaced.
"Boys," she said in a disgusted tone and Banished them.
Dean just shook his head and collapsed onto his own bed as she continued to
rummage through Ron's trunk.
"Found it!" said Hermione, pulling out Ron's chess set and hurrying out of the
room.
 
* * *
 
Neville approached Hermione's study with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
The private study was one of the perks of being Head Girl, and shagging in the
private study was definitely one of the perks of dating the Head Girl. Tonight
though, he was a little worried that maybe she had decided to punish him for
staring at Ron's arse last night, after all. She said she wasn't upset with
him, but hewas her boyfriend and he had been ogling her best friend. He didn't
know exactly what such a punishment would look like, but he figured it couldn't
be pleasant.
He pushed open the study door and stopped dead.
"Hermione? What's going on?"
Hermione was sitting behind her desk in a oversized maroon Weasley jumper with
a prominent 'R' on the front. Her hair had been spelled bright red and pulled
back into a tight bun. Ron's chess set sat on the desktop in front of her.
"Sorry mate, there's no Hermione here," she said, her voice a fair imitation of
Ron's. "Up for a game of chess?"
Neville impulsively decided to go along with whatever Hermione was playing at,
and pulled a chair up to the desk. It was a little weird to see her pretending
to be Ron, but it was also, somehow, really, really sexy.
They played chess for a while and Neville was amazed how easy it was for him to
believe that it really was Ron sitting across from him. He supposed it
shouldn't really be that surprising. Hermione was one of Ron's best friends
after all, and she had all his little eccentricities down pat: his habit of
biting at the cuticle of his right thumbnail when he was thinking of his next
move, the way he ran his hand nervously through his hair when Neville gained an
advantage.
"Checkmate," said Ron- Hermione- Ron- whatever. "I believe you owe me a
forfeit, don't you think?"
"Oh, most definitely," Neville replied, coming around the desk, shedding his
robe as he went. He pushed her back into the big leather chair and slid into
her lap, straddling her legs. He captured her face in his hands and pulled her
into a deep kiss.
He slid a hand up under the Weasley jumper to caress her breasts. She arched
into him as he squeezed her nipple, and his eyes widened as he felt a hard
bulge press against his own growing erection.
He pulled back to fumble with the fly of her trousers, yanking them open. God,
she's even wearing Ron's Cannons y-fronts, he thought, quickly pulling those
away as well to reveal a large black strap-on. He ran his finger up the
underside, and she moaned as though it had been charmed so she could feel the
sensation.
"God, Ron," Neville groaned, taking a firm grip on the dildo. "You're so
fucking hot. I want you inside me so bad. I want to slide myself down your body
and fuck myself on your cock."
"Oh, yes," she gasped and fumbled open the desk drawer to pull out the bottle
of lubricant they kept there. Easing Neville's underwear down over his hips,
she coated her fingers with the lubricant and reached around to tease his
opening.
He growled at the teasing sensation and thrust back against her fingers. He
wanted it all, and he wanted it now. She slid two fingers into him and he
moaned.
She had barely begun to stretch him when he grabbed the lubricant and spread it
over the dildo. He pulled her hand away form his arse and stripped his y-fronts
all the way off as he turned around, lowering himself onto the glistening cock
before she could react.
 
* * *
 
Meanwhile, Ron was rummaging through his trunk. "Hey, Dean, have you seen my
chess set? I could swear I put it in here."
Dean looked up from his sketch of the things on Harry's dresser. "What? Oh,
Hermione was in here earlier. She borrowed it."
Ron glared at him. "It's not borrowing if you don't ask first, it's stealing.
"Girls." He sighed and went off to find Hermione.
 
* * *
 
Hermione wasn't in the common room and Lavender told him she wasn't in her dorm
room either, so Ron headed for her study. He strode down the forth floor
corridor, his temper growing with every step. You would think that after seven
years the girl could buy her own damn chess set!
"Hermione-" he began to bellow as he pushed the door open, but it trailed of
into a squeak as he got a look at the scene in front of him.
Hermione was panting, her head thrown back against the back of her desk chair
as Neville rode a black dildo strapped to her hips. She was wearing his
clothes, and his chess pieces seemed to be watching the whole thing with
interest from the desk.
Hermione and Neville froze at the sound of his voice.
"Ron!" Hermione gasped, a horrified expression on her face, but Neville just
looked him up and down with a surprisingly predatory stare, and Ron felt a
shiver run down his spine.
"Come here," Neville said in a low voice, and Ron found his feet obeying even
with his mind still trying to process the situation.
Neville pushed Ron back so he was leaning against the edge of the desk and
pulled his robes open. He yanked down Ron's y-fronts and Ron groaned and
squeezed his eyes shut as the waistband scraped over his cock. Neville braced
his hands against the desk on either side of Ron's hips and took Ron's quickly
hardening cock into his mouth, all the while struggling to keep Hermione's
strap-on in his arse.
Ron gasped and buried his hands in Neville's hair as Neville teased the head of
his cock with his tongue. He had a brief flash of impending reality when he
opened his eyes and saw Hermione lean forward in the chair, pressing his jumper
against Neville's back, trying to get a better angle on his prostate with the
dildo, but bloody hell Neville's mouth felt so good.
Hermione reached around Neville's body to grab his cock, making him moan around
Ron. Neville took Ron's cock deep into the back of his throat as Hermione
stroked him, and Ron had to put one hand on the desktop to steady himself as
his knees threatened to give way.
Soon Neville was coming hard, bringing Hermione along with him as his arse
clenched around her strap-on. He kept his mouth wrapped tight around Ron's cock
as he shuddered and it wasn't long before Ron was spilling himself down
Neville's throat as his own climax claimed him.
"We have got to do that again," Neville breathed drawing away from Ron to
collapse back against Hermione. "For longer and in a much more comfortable
position."
Ron looked up at them from the floor where he had collapsed against the desk
when Neville had pulled his mouth away from his cock. "Hell yes, but next time
Hermione's not dressing as me. That's just bloody creepy."
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