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      Hermione_Granger, Padma_Patil, Lavender_Brown, Ron_Weasley
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      Published: 2008-11-13 Completed: 2009-09-29 Chapters: 13/13 Words: 103997
****** One Big Horny Weasley Family ******
by theelderwyrm [archived by thequidditchpitch_archivist]
Summary
     Ron wakes up with a splitting headache and some really embarrassing
     memories.  Sure that he's going to have to do a lot of apologizing to
     his wife, he heads into the bedroom and finds out that she's just
     full of surprises this morning.Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Hermione/
     Lavender/Parvati
Notes
     Note from Annie, the archivist: this story was originally archived at
     The_Quidditch_Pitch, which went offline in 2015 when the hosting
     expired, at a time I was not able to renew it. I contacted Open
     Doors, hoping to preserve the archive using an old backup, and began
     importing these works as an Open Doors-approved project in April
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***** Chapter 1--The Morning After *****
                         Chapter 1- The Morning After
Ron looked at himself in the mirror and groaned; he looked as bad as his
hangover felt. His eyes were bloodshot, it looked as if he had tried to cut his
own hair, and he was wearing full facial make-up that was smeared from sleeping
in it. He opened the medicine cabinet looking for a bottle of Madam Rosmerta's
Morning-After Medicine, unfortunately there was none. He shook his head as he
looked in the mirror again, "Never again, never, ever again. Not if I live to
be older than Dumbledore, am I ever doing that again."
He was referring to the previous night's party at Fred and George's. It had
been a couples-only party. The only rules were that you had to have a date and
you had to be of legal drinking age. He had, of course, gone with Hermione.
They had been married for a few years now, but last night was the first time
that they had been to a really wild party since their newly-wed days. He
rummaged through the cabinet and finally found a jar of Hermione's make-up
remover. After liberal use, he was finally able to look at himself in the
mirror again. He was trying to remember how the make-up had gotten there in the
first place. Then he remembered; Harry had dared him to let Lavender make him
over. After drinking three George Thorogoods in an hour, who was he to refuse
his best friend's request? "Never, ever, ever, again." He leaned his head
against the mirror, thankful for its cool surface.
He shuffled back down the hall to his room. Hermione was half out of the
covers, wearing an official pair of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes Glow-in-the-
Dark boxer shorts. He stopped and scratched his head; he didn't own a pair of
those, and neither did Hermione. So where did she get them? More importantly,
how had she ended up in them? He sat down on the edge of the bed and thought
about it. "Oh, yeah," he nodded, remembering that Angelina had dared Fred and
Hermione to go upstairs and trade underwear. He decided then that Hermione
looked better in boxers than Fred did in a red thong. Panicking, he looked down
and was relieved to see he was wearing his own underwear. He was definitely
never drinking that much again. Hermione probably shouldn't drink like that
again either.
"Oh good, you're back." His wife was just way too chipper this morning.
"Morning sweetie." He reached over and gave her butt an affectionate pat. "I
didn't do anything stupid, like parade around in your knickers last night, did
I?" He was almost afraid of the answer as he felt his wife lean into his back
and hug him.
"No, that would have been Fred. You,” she said as she walked her fingers up his
back, “got to show everyone the Amazing Bouncing Penis." Ron buried his face in
his hands. The Amazing Bouncing Penis was a discovery of Hermione's during
their honeymoon. After a day and a half in bed, Ron's body was just worn out;
however, the mind and the wife were both willing. So, as Hermione nibbled on
his ear and told him all the things she wanted to do to him, he had contracted
some muscles and forced blood into his groin. The combination of incoming blood
and muscle contractions had caused his semi-erect penis to 'bounce.' Not for
all the gold in Gringotts was ever getting that drunk in mixed company again.
Hermione tugged on his shoulders as she lay back down. "Honey, come up here and
lay down. I want you to see something."
Ron turned around and crawled across the bed. She slapped an open magazine down
on his pillow. "Was this what you had in mind?" There in front of him was a
picture of three people engaged in rather carnal activity. It was a two page
shot of a man screwing the maid from behind while the maid had her face buried
between another woman's legs. Ron blinked several times, not fully
comprehending how he had gotten into this situation. Finally, memory kicked in
and he groaned at his own behavior:
"Ron, truth or dare?" Katie Bell asked.
"Truth," he answered, knocking back another shot of scotch. Harry had just
performed 'I'm a Little Tea Pot' in his underwear, and Ron didn’t want to do
something that embarrassing.
"What's the one thing you want to see, that you know you'll never get to see?"
Ron was pretty sure that if he hadn't been several shots into that bottle of
scotch he would have said something like 'a Crumple-Horned Snorkack.' However,
the liquor had sabotaged his brain-to-mouth filter and the risqué nature of the
questions, answers, and dares had him fixated on sex. "My lovely wife with her
arse in the air and her face in another woman's quim."
There was much whooping and hollering at that answer. Hermione pulled her shirt
over her head to cover her face, which exposed her red lace bra to everyone.
"Woohoo, two for the price of one," shouted Lee Jordan.
A spontaneous bra-judging contest broke out at that point. Ginny won with a
magical number. It had clown faces over each boob that opened their mouths to
expose her nipples when they got hard.
"Yeah, something like that." He was amazed that she didn't sound mad. As he
dared a glance at her face, she didn't even look mad. "I'm sorry, sweetie. I
shouldn't have said that. You know that-" She silenced him with a kiss.
"It's okay, it was just a game, and I know you love me." She leaned over and
kissed him again.
"Where did you get this, anyway?"
"Fred's private collection. It didn't take us that long to change underwear."
"So, you're not mad?"
"No. I am a little shocked. I didn't know you had those kind of fantasies."
"I think every man has that fantasy. Why do you think Pansy was so bloody
popular when it came out that she swung both ways?"
"Oh." Hermione reached over and flipped the page, then another, and another.
"How magnanimous are you feeling this morning?" Ron responded with a 'huh?'
"How open minded are you to hypothetical ideas?"
"Since you're not mad about last night, pretty open minded." His wife grinned
at him; her look was positively devilish. Then she kissed him, deeply,
amorously; in a way that only she could. Several minutes later she broke the
kiss, leaving him breathless. "Gods above, you are an amazing woman."
"You have no idea, but I'm about to tell you." She leaned against him and
draped her arm over his shoulders. "I'm going to tell you a story that will
bring your fantasy into the realm of possibility."
************
Ron was a monster, that's all there was to it. He was a cruel, heartless,
unfeeling beast of a boy. Hermione ran up the stairs to her room. She never
wanted to hear the name Viktor Krum again, and she never wanted to see Ron
either. She burst into the room and threw herself onto her bed, weeping great
torrents of tears. She felt a hand on her back.
"It's okay, Hermione. Get him out of your system." Eventually, Hermione's
crying slowed until it trickled to a stop. The entire time there was a soft
soothing voice attached to a hand rubbing her back and smoothing her hair. When
she had finally stopped crying and blown her nose, she turned over to see who
it was that had been so kind to her.
Hermione sniffled, "Thank you, Lavender." Hermione felt her dorm mate's arms
slip around her. She leaned onto the shoulder being offered. "What's wrong with
me? Why is he so mean to me?" She felt herself being pushed upright and then a
gentle hand brushed away a stray lock of hair.
"There's nothing wrong with you, dear." Hermione looked into the eyes of her
sympathizer. She wanted to believe what she was saying. "Nothing wrong at all."
"Then why is he so mean to me?"
"You frighten him. You make him feel things he doesn't understand. He likes
you; he likes you a lot, so he hates that you had something with another guy."
"But I didn't!"
"Really?" Hermione shook her head and told Lavender all about it. About the
letters and the invitations to Bulgaria, about Ron's reaction, about agonizing
over the decision, and about how cruel Ron had been ever since she decided to
go. Lavender shook her head and smiled. "What's almost funny about this is that
you like him as much as he likes you, you just can't figure out how to say it."
A fresh wave of crying overtook Hermione, and Lavender chased it away. "So how
do I tell him?"
"You don't." Hermione looked at her friend as if she had flipped her lid.
"Don't tell him. Show him."
"How?"
"With a kiss."
"That is the most ridic-" the feeling of Lavender's lips pressing against hers
cut her off. Out of instinct she reacted, returning the kiss. This lasted for
almost three seconds before Hermione could gather enough wits to break away.
"Lavender! What are you doing?"
The blonde girl simply smiled."See what I mean? You kissed me back before you
realized you were doing it." Hermione was breathing heavily. "If I was Ron, do
you think you would have broken away?" Hermione shrugged, not trusting herself
to answer. Lavender stood up to leave. "You may have the answers to a million
and one questions, but you don't know the first thing about boys. Trust me, if
you kiss him, you win." She turned and walked toward the door.
"Lavender, wait?" She came back over and sat down on the bed.
"What is it, dear?"
"I, I've never, you know, kissed a boy." Hermione looked up, a plaintive look
in her eyes. "How do you... do it... and not... look like a fool?"
"Do you want me to teach you?" Not quite sure what else to do, nor trusting her
voice, Hermione nodded. "Okay." Lavender moved closer to her. Her hand was soft
as it caressed over Hermione's skin. "Normally, he's going to lead the way,
like this." She felt her jaw cupped by Lavender's long, slender hand. She
followed the gentle pressure willingly. She closed her eyes and gave into the
sensation. The lips that touched her own were soft and supple, whereas her lips
stayed tightly pursed. Lavender pushed against them and opened her mouth
slightly. Then they were gone.
"Hermione," Lavender said with a frustrated tone. "You have to react, feel what
is happening, go with it. This," Lavender pursed her lips tightly, "is how you
kiss your grandmother, not your boyfriend."
Hermione felt herself flush with embarrassment. She had never been so inept at
anything in her whole life. "Can we... try it again?" Lavender nodded and
leaned in again. This time Hermione puckered slightly, and when Lavender's lips
pressed against her own, she focused on the feeling, luxuriating in it. When
the other lips opened, she followed suit. The hand on her face moved around
behind her head and pulled her in. She moved closer, her arms finding their way
around her partner of their own accord. When a tongue ran over her lips, she
opened her mouth in surprise. She felt the tongue move in and swirl around
inside her mouth. Giving in to the sensation, she moved her own tongue forward
tentatively.
"Ah-huh," she felt the encouragement in her mouth more than she heard it, but
the praise made her feel wonderful. She began to move her tongue more
aggressively. The response was something she was not expecting. She felt her
tongue being sucked on; drawn deeper into the mouth she was kissing. There were
a few more flicks from the tongue that started it, then her tongue was released
and a few light kisses finished it up.
Her head was spinning; she could feel the exquisite pressure lingering on her
lips. As she licked her lips she could taste the remnants of Lavender’s
flavored lipstick. "You learn very quickly, that was good."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite." Lavender gave her an appraising look; she blushed under the scrutiny.
"Do you want to try it again?" She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
Lavender leaned in again but this time when their lips met Hermione was not so
tentative. She wanted to experience that feeling again, but she wanted more of
it. She crushed her lips against Lavender's, her tongue pushed forward,
wrestling with the tongue that was trying to enter her mouth. After a long time
of this, she became aware of another sensation. Her breasts were tingling, not
painfully, but she was suddenly very aware of her nipples pressing against her
bra. She shifted her shoulders trying to relieve the not entirely uncomfortable
feeling when she felt pressure against her chest.
Lavender moaned into her mouth, Hermione did the same. She realized that the
pressure she was feeling were Lavender's breasts pressing against her own. She
tried to ignore the sensation and think about the kissing, but the more she
tried to ignore it the more acutely aware she became of Lavender's own nipples
pushing against her. She shifted back and forth a couple of times trying to
relieve the pressure, but apparently Lavender had mistaken her intentions. She
felt the girl's hands slide up her flanks and cup her breasts. She gave out an
almost involuntary moan.
She gave in as Lavender pushed her down onto the bed. She felt the other girl's
weight settle half on her, half next to her. She felt the buttons of her shirt
being undone, and she began to protest, breaking the kiss in the process. "Shh,
calm down." Lavender's voice was quiet and soothing. "You're going to like this
part."
"I, I don't know." Hermione could hear the tremor in her voice.
"Have you enjoyed it so far?" She nodded. "Then let me show you some more."
Lavender's lips settled over her own again and the girls began a long slow
kiss. Hermione forced herself to relax when she felt Lavender's smooth hand on
the skin of her ribs. She gasped when her bra was opened, then moaned when she
felt a hand squeeze her breast. It was heavenly, almost too much to bear. She
felt her tie being removed and then the rest of her buttons being undone. She
shrugged out of the shirt as it was pulled away from her shoulders.
Then Lavender's lips were gone. Hermione started to protest, and then she felt
something warm and wet on her nipple. "Oh God," she heard herself say in
ecstatic rapture. She brought her hand down and wound it into Lavender's heavy,
golden hair. She felt fire in her legs as Lavender began to gently caress her
calves in long strokes. She was vaguely aware that the hand got a little higher
with each stroke, but she was so far gone in the bliss of what the tongue was
doing to her nipple that she didn't really care.
She moaned again when her other nipple became wet and warm. She was being
suckled, her tit drawn into a warm, soft mouth. Suddenly she realized it
couldn't be Lavender, because her fingers were entwined in the girl's hair. She
opened her eyes to see dark hair falling down over dark skin. "Parvati!" she
gasped.
"Is this a private game, or can anyone play?" Lavender lifted her head and gave
Parvati a deep kiss.
"Well, it started out as a private lesson on how to kiss." Lavender dragged her
tongue over Hermione's sensitive nipple, eliciting a soft moan. "It got better
from there." Hermione was in shock. She didn't know what to do or say. When it
was just she and Lavender, she had been able to pretend it was Ron. At that
point she was still learning. Now though, it was something else. Something...
carnal... base... sexual.
She felt lips against her own again. This time though, the lips were stronger
and firmer. They didn't ask like Lavender's had. These lips commanded, pushing
against her, drawing her along with them. She was breathless and unbalanced
when they broke away. "Ron will probably be more like that when he kisses you,"
Lavender said quietly. "Parvati kisses more like a boy; she's a little
impatient sometimes." She could feel fingers that she assumed were Parvati's
tweaking her nipple and flicking over it. It was setting her breast on fire.
"So, is there room for me in this bed?" Parvati asked. Hermione could feel
their eyes on her. She didn't know. There was so much to think about. They
would probably laugh at her if she said no; tease her for being a prude, like
they had last year. On the other hand, this was so... sexual. It rather scared
her. She felt Lavender's lips trailing along her neck, then over her chest and
it was suddenly very difficult to think. She felt nails drag up the inside of
her thigh and she arced and moaned.
She opened her eyes so she could see where her hand needed to be. She wound her
fingers into Parvati's hair and pulled her down to kiss her. The sensations
coursing through her were incredible. Parvati was kissing her, her tongue
plundering Hermione's mouth, while she groped Hermione's breast. On the other
side of her body, Lavender was kissing and licking her nipple while her hand
slid under Hermione's skirt and stroked her inner thighs.
Suddenly the lips disappeared from her body. She opened her eyes to see what
was going on. Within seconds, Lavender and Parvati were bereft of clothing, and
the dormitory door was locked. The two girls crawled back onto the bed. Only
this time, while they were groping her, they were also kissing and groping each
other. She felt hands on her thighs again, spreading her legs. Then fingers
were poking under the cotton fabric, teasing her very sensitive vagina. She
clamped her legs together. She was a virgin and intended to stay that way until
she chose otherwise.
The fingers were withdrawn, but she watched, fascinated, as the two girls who
were kissing over the top of her threaded their fingers through each other's
pubic hair. Not wanting to be completely left out, she sat up. Lavender's
breasts were large and heavy before her face. Inches opposite, Parvati's
breasts were smaller, but her areolas were large and dark and presented an
interesting contrast to Lavender's tight, pink nipples.
Hermione brought an experimental hand up and touched Lavender's breast. It was
soft but firm, and certainly much larger than her own. She ran her thumb over
the nipple, drawing a muted groan from the owner. She turned her head and eyed
the almost black nipple directly in front of her. She leaned in and kissed it,
flicking her tongue over it as Lavender had done to her. She felt an arm slip
around her and sharp nails draw lightly up her back. She shivered, and sucked
the small breast into her mouth.
The three girls collapsed back down onto the mattress; a frenzy of tongues and
lips, kissing, slurping, nibbling, and sucking. Hermione slithered out of the
bed when Parvati tried to kiss her way into Hermione's underwear. She was
getting uncomfortable with the amount of attention that was being paid to that
area. However, she couldn't tear her eyes away when the other two girls turned
head and tail on each other with Parvati on top and their faces in each other’s
crotches.
She stood next to the bed and watched, entranced as Lavender's tongue opened
her lover and moved through the folds of dark flesh, exposing the pink within.
Lavender opened her eyes and smiled up at Hermione. A hand took hold of her own
and pulled her closer, then extended her middle finger, and rubbed it over
Parvati's lips. Lavender brought the digit lower and sucked it into her mouth.
Hermione rubbed her fingers over the exposed area again, but this time she
stuck the finger in her own mouth. The taste was rich, kind of sweet- almost
like corn syrup. "Do you want to try?" Lavender asked her. Hermione shook her
head no, but sat down at the head of the bed so she could watch the carnal
scene before her. She spread her legs and placed her feet on the bed frame.
She began to rub herself through her knickers. The area was swollen, warm, and
very sensitive; and the more she touched it the more she wanted to touch it.
Her breathing became labored and shallow as she pressed harder and experimented
with different ways to move her hand. She could feel liquid soaking through the
cotton material, which alarmed her at first but she kept rubbing and enjoying
the marvelous things she was doing to herself.
Lavender began to whimper and pant. She could also hear Parvati moaning and
saying something, though she couldn't understand what. Her rubbing intensified
as the other girls got louder. As she watched, Parvati's hips dipped and began
to grind against Lavender's face.
Hermione's hands began to move more frantically. She reached under the thin
sheath of cotton and inadvertently touched a small bump that was poking out.
The shiver that shot through her was pure ecstasy. Tentatively she did it
again, more deliberately. Before she knew what had happened, she was rubbing
her finger furiously over the little nub, her cries becoming louder and louder.
She forced her eyes open to see what was going on with her dorm-mates.
Lavender had her hands on Parvati's ass, her thumbs pulling the girl's opening
wide. Her tongue was absolutely punishing a small area of her dark skinned
lover. As Hermione watched, a semi-clear liquid flooded from Parvati's open
hole. Lavender began to lap at it vociferously, practically licking the pussy
clean. Suddenly, Lavender began saying, 'Yes, yes, yes." Her head thrashed
wildly back and forth. Then she went rigid. Hermione could hold back no longer.
She gave into the feeling that was racing through her blood. She jammed her
eyes shut and opened her mouth to scream, but shoved her fist in so that she
wouldn't alert the entire tower as to what was happening.
When she opened her eyes again, her dorm mates were lying in each other's arms,
looking at her. "Look at that Parvati, our little prefect is becoming a woman.
She kisses like a pro and screams like a banshee." Lavender wriggled out of
Parvati's embrace and slid up next to Hermione. "Feel better now dear?"
Hermione nodded. Then Lavender's lips were on her own and she was kissing the
other girl, reveling in the taste of the tongue in her mouth.
--------------
"Hermione, I had no idea!" Ron's eyes were wide with shock and his cock was
full with desire. "Wow, that really happened, just like that?"
Hermione leaned over and kissed her husband, sucking his tongue into her mouth.
"Just like that, and just the once. That afternoon I cornered you in the common
room. Lavender was right, as soon as I kissed you, you stopped fighting me."
Ron just nodded; there was nothing to say. He also couldn't think much around
the idea of his wife sucking Parvati's cum off of Lavender's tongue.
"I think I can arrange for you to get your fantasy, but you have to fulfill
mine first."
"What's that?" Ron asked.
"I'll tell you after you fuck me."
***** Chapter 2- What *****

Author's notes:
If Ron wants his fantasy fulfilled, he has to find out how to fulfill his
wife’s fantasy.  When he finds out what it is though, he may not be quite ready
for it. 
Pairings: Ron/Hermione
 
Warnings: Masturbation, Voyeurism
===============================================================================
                     Chapter 2- What's Good for the Goose
 
Ron wasted no time in complying with his wife's request. It was very rare that
she ever asked to be ‘fucked’; and usually it took an unmerciful amount of
teasing. He fastened his lips to hers and slid his hand down the back of her
shorts. He began to squeeze and drag his nails over her soft flesh. She broke
the kiss and nipped at his bottom lip. "I didn't say grope me. I didn't say
play with me. I said fuck me."
Without a second thought Ron rolled over and stood up, dropping his shorts to
reveal his erection. She raised her hips and Ron yanked the boxers off her. He
climbed back on to the bed and set his hand on the small of her back. He
situated himself directly behind her and ran his hand once over her dripping
pussy. He placed his hands on her ass and spread her legs slightly. Lining
himself up, he lunged forward, all the way in on the first stroke. She let out
a moan.
She was like a pot of boiling water, burning hot and very wet. Normally she
wasn't even this wet when they got done; he rode it for all it was worth
though. He raked his nails up the back of her legs as he slammed into her
again. She let out a stifled scream that just encouraged him. Grabbing her
hips, he backed out and slammed forward again. He repeated this several times
and each time was again rewarded with a loud and satisfying scream
She looked so good down in front of him like this; her head down on a pillow,
her back arched and rump high in the air. He couldn't resist, he brought his
hand up and brought it down on her ass with a loud 'smack'; this coincided with
him slamming forward into her again, causing her to back into him. The impact
was like a car crash, and he could feel his pubic hairs becoming wet and matted
with her juices.
As he looked down at the back of her head, it wasn't hard to imagine the pillow
her face was buried in as another woman's crotch. He closed his eyes and tried
to imagine Lavender sitting there; her tanned skin and her huge tits exposed.
His hand slid up Hermione's back and wound itself into the hair at the back of
her head. He increased the tempo of his thrusts as he used his grip in her hair
for leverage.
*
Hermione drove back against her lover as he entangled his hand in her mop of
wild, brown curls. She knew what he was thinking. As he held her head against
the pillow, he was imagining her head buried between another woman's legs.
Around the fireworks that were going off in her head with every punishing
thrust, she wondered what it would be like to be in that position. Trying to
imagine that her hand was Lavender's, the only woman’s touch she had ever
really known, she slid it down underneath her and began to massage her breast.
Ron's trip hammer movements were getting faster and she realized that he was
getting close. She slid her hand down lower, over her stomach and into her
tangle of soft hairs. Her finger brushed over her clit and an electric jolt
went through her. It wasn't terribly difficult for her to imagine it was
Lavender's hand, and having a hand down there rubbing her while her husband was
driving her like a runaway jackhammer was doing delicious things to her.
Her hand pushed a little lower and she felt her fingers slide along the length
of his moving shaft. Her palm came to rest against her swollen clit and she
pushed against it, feeling Ron's balls smack against her fingers and then move
away. She was gripped by a wicked thought as Ron growled out something and an
inarticulate cry left her own mouth in response. "Oh, Lavender!" she moaned. It
was a risk, she knew, but it seemed to have had the desired effect.
He slammed into her with one last stroke and exploded inside of her. Normally,
he would twitch here for a minute or so, then fall limp, and back out of her.
This time though, he didn’t even stop, he just kept pounding her relentlessly.
"Say it again," she heard him say in a ragged, gravelly voice.
"Oh Lavender, rub me," she moaned out as she began rocking her hand back and
forth over her clit. Ron began to pick up speed, he was swelling inside her,
and she realized that he was still stiff as a board. "Yes, Lav, just like
that," she said in breathy voice. Now his thrusts were coming harder, the sound
of slapping skin was very loud in the room.
Ron's groans were just as loud, and his deep voice saying, "Yeah, get down in
there!" told her what he was thinking as he slammed in and out of her.
She was having a hard time splitting her concentration between her own building
climax and teasing Ron's fantasy. When his balls began to slap against her clit
with every forward stroke she felt it build faster and faster. She kept moaning
Lavender's name, goading her husband on. Then suddenly she was there, and then
over the edge. She screamed out and Ron continued to pound away at her,
punishing her exquisitely.
At some point during her orgasm, although she couldn't say when, Ron had taken
his fingers from her hair and now had both hands on her hips, pulling her hard
against him. She would be wonderfully sore tomorrow. Now though, it was time
for her to communicate her desire to him. She pulled away from him and reached
for her bedside drawer.
*
Ron started to protest as she pulled away from him and flopped across the bed.
"Lie down," she said. What he wanted to do was pin her underneath him and
really drive her hard, but now was not the time to argue. He still had a raging
hard-on and her command to lie down meant one of two things, both of which were
good. He stretched out in the middle of the bed.
He looked over when he felt something round and rubbery slap down into his
hand. He grinned, knowing what it was: a latex replica of his ‘physical
assets’. His work as a trainer for the Cannons sometimes required him to be
gone for several days at a time, so he had this made as a joke gift for
Hermione for her birthday at the start of the previous season. He was surprised
she was able to get it so quickly, because he hadn't seen it since he had given
it to her.
Her knee bumped against his arm, and he looked up to see her hips near his
shoulder. Her head was down lower, poised over his skyward pointing penis. She
settled her mouth over him, and he groaned. It was so sexy when she did this.
They both knew his cock was still coated in her sugary cum, and she began to
lick it like a lollipop. He reached over and tried to pull her hips toward his
face so that he could reciprocate, but she gave an indignant dip of her hips as
she grazed her teeth over his head. He realized that was not what she wanted.
Ron reached down and picked up the dildo off the bed. He hefted it
experimentally and rubbed it over her open folds. He felt her agreement vibrate
through him. Experimentally, he nudged it against her and watched the tip
disappear inside of her. He began to move it up and down, and in circles. She
made a couple of small sounds, but nothing earthshaking. Then she leaned back
against it and he watched as half of it was swallowed by her cunt. She moaned
into his crotch and took about half of his length into her mouth.
Slowly, he pulled it back out and slid it in about halfway again. She moaned
and duplicated the movement on his cock. He began to move the replica piece
rhythmically in and out of her. She bobbed her head up and down on him.
"Faster," she said in a throaty voice. He began to move the latex object in and
out of her faster, each stroke also pushing a little deeper. "Oh yes," she
cried and sank her mouth back down over his cock.
Ron was beginning to understand what she wanted, so he began to push the dildo
in and out of her with greater force, letting the heel of his hand push against
her pubic bone with every stroke. She was moaning and whimpering into his cock,
but she kept up her movement and sucked harder and harder on him. He felt her
nails tickle over his sac and rake against his inner legs. He groaned and began
to take long sure strokes against her pussy. She was so wet she was beginning
to squelch with every stroke. Still she moaned on and on and sucked him harder
and deeper.
He knew where this was going now and tried to help it along. He felt his balls
tighten up against his body, he was getting close. Based on the tempo of her
breathing and the sound of her cries, she wasn't far behind. Ron angled his
thumb so that it would rub roughly over her clit with every stroke of his hand.
It worked. She let go of his cock and cried out loud as he rubbed over her. She
pushed her mouth back down over him and began a frenzy of sucking and licking.
He couldn't contain himself much longer. He was about to erupt. He increased
the tempo he was stroking her with and within seconds she was screaming into
his erection, making his spinal chord vibrate with ecstasy. That was his cue,
he shot off into her mouth and she swallowed him in great gulps. Finally, after
several long seconds, he fell limp in her mouth and his hand collapsed to the
bed. There was movement on the bed that he was vaguely aware of,but he was not
inclined to act, as exhaustion was now claiming him for sleep.
He felt her lips on his own and he responded. They weren't terribly urgent, and
the kiss was long and slow. He could taste himself on her tongue, but he didn't
care. As she said to him the first time that she had tasted herself on his
lips, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander." After a little while
they broke the kiss and she snuggled down into the hollow of his shoulder. He
could feel her breasts against him and her leg draped over his own. She
murmured something he didn't quite hear as she ran her hand into the patch of
red fur on his chest. He kissed her forehead and surrendered to sleep.
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Ron was gradually pulled into consciousness by the feel of tongue and teeth on
his nipple and the small hand that was stroking his erect cock. He wasn't sure
if she was stroking him to wake him up, or just because he was ‘awake’. Either
way, her warm hand felt heavenly. "Mmmmm," he moaned. He felt the weight on the
bed shift and she settled herself over him. He could feel the goofy grin
sliding over his face as his eyes half opened to look up and see Hermione
looking down at him with a dreamy expression.
"I love it when we have time to wake up like this," she said in a drowsy voice,
"even if it is two in the afternoon." Ron agreed with her. He was still rather
tired from the day's earlier events, but she didn't seem to be pushing the
matter. So he reached up and ran his hands up and down her back. She shivered
and giggled as he ran his hands over her flanks. She squeezed some muscles and
he could feel her rippling down his length. He groaned pleasantly and she did
the same. "I could stay like this for hours," she said, lying down on his
chest. He couldn't agree more. He was fully sheathed in her, though neither one
of them seemed terribly urgent to do anything about it. He took a couple of
long slow strokes into her, she replied by milking him. They lay like that for
a long time, taking the occasional moment to increase the pleasure.
He finished waking up and could feel his amour rising, he pushed her upright
and began to stroke in and out of her slowly. She moaned softly and licked her
lips. He reached out and ran his hands over her legs and up her body. Her
breasts were beginning to bounce with his motion. He wrapped his hand gently
around each one and ran his thumbs over her nipples. She made several contented
noises and began to move up and down him with longer strokes, although they
were still slow and luxurious.
Ron loved this, being able to watch his wife's body as he made love to her. The
ripple of her breasts, the way she ran her hands through her hair, the dreamy
look in her half-lidded eyes. He watched as she began to slide up and down on
him. There was nothing hurried about what she was doing. After she was half,
maybe three-quarters of the way up, she would slide back down. At the bottom
she would rock her hips back and forth. The whole time, Ron's hands never left
their comfortable spots, though he would occasionally move his thumbs and
squeeze her nipples. "Touch yourself?" he asked, removing his hands.
Her hands slid seductively down his chest, up her legs and across the plane of
her stomach and ribs. He licked his lips as she squeezed her breasts. She
pushed them together creating a pleasant amount of cleavage and pulled slightly
at her nipples. One hand slipped lower then and snaked through a triangle of
thick brown hair. A sharp gasp escaped her lips when her finger encountered her
clit. Ron watched, mesmerized, as she slipped a finger between them. Her finger
glistened as she pushed against it again. Her fingers began move back and forth
more seriously now, moving a bit faster.
"Slow down," Ron said in a deep voice. "Take your time." She did, moving in
long, slow circles. "That’s it."
"Why do you like watching me do that so much?" she asked.  Then she brought her
finger to her mouth and sucked on it. Ron groaned deeply and she gave him a coy
smile.
"You mean other than because it’s fucking sexy as hell?" She replied with a
noise around the finger she was sliding in and out of her mouth. Ron gave her a
smile of his own. "How magnanimous are you feeling?"
She removed the finger from her mouth and began rubbing it over one of her
nipples. "Being as you could probably make me cum with one touch; pretty
magnanimous." Ron rested his hands on her thighs and began to stroke them in
long, sure strokes that would relax her and keep her interested at the same
time. "Do you have a story for me?"
"I do." Ron reached up and placed his hands over hers, helping her as she
pulled and tweaked her nipples. "There was a very particular incident, and
every time you touch yourself it reminds me of it."
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It was a brisk March afternoon, probably too cold for sensible people to be out
and about. Certainly it was too cold to be sitting by the lake next to a row of
razzleberry bushes. However, Ron and Hermione had a very good reason to be down
here. They were looking for a little alone time on a Sunday afternoon. They
preferred to be outdoors when they could; there was less chance of getting
caught by one of the school’s many patrolling ghosts or other inhabitants.
Ron leaned forward and pressed his lips to Hermione's cheek. She was soft, and
her skin was warm, despite the slight breeze that brushed over them. Ron
shivered and pulled the blanket she had transfigured from a cloak over them. As
he leaned forward to kiss her gently again, she turned into the kiss. He could
taste her strawberry lip-gloss as he touched his lips to hers. He held the kiss
for several long seconds before pulling away just slightly.
Her cinnamon brown eyes were half-closed, her mouth opened just a bit, and her
breathing labored. He leaned forward and affixed his own mouth to hers. He was
amazed that their mouths fit so well together, since she was so much smaller
than he was. Then again, she had a really big mouth; and used it a lot. He
smiled as he kissed her, trying not to laugh. "What?" she asked him, breaking
the kiss.
"Nothing," he smiled down at her. "I was just thinking," he bent down to kiss
her again, stalling for time. "How much I love you."
"I love you too, you old softie. Now stop messing around and kiss me." Ron
couldn't help laughing this time.
"This, coming from the same woman who spent the entire morning telling me it
was my fault we had detention with Flitwick. I admit, the charms classroom was
my idea, but it does take two to tango."
"Yes it does, which means I can't tango by myself." Ron felt her small, cold
hands slide around his neck. He gave in to her pull with no resistance. Her
lips were soft and wet as he pressed his own to hers. She opened her mouth and
he followed blissfully along, his tongue moving forward to graze over her lips
and teeth. She sucked on his tongue, drawing him in, causing his body to wake
up. He was beginning to wonder if there was a nerve that ran straight from his
tongue to his prick.
As their tongues wrestled in each other's mouths, Ron could feel his desire for
her mounting. He had been good so far; he had complied with her wishes to keep
his hands under control. Now though, as she lay on the ground half-beneath him
with her fingers tangling in his hair and her tongue filling his mouth, he
wanted more. He knew her by sound and by sight and scent and even by taste; but
he wanted to know her by touch.
His large hand slid down her flank, rising over her hip, and down her long,
lean legs sheathed in denim. He knew their shape, just not their feel. His hand
drifted back up slowly. He was nervous about this, not because he didn't know
what to do, but rather because he wasn't sure how she would react. The last
time he had done this a month before, she had been furious with him. Slowly,
inevitably, his hand drifted back up her thigh, over her hip, and under her
sweater.
The smooth skin he had only seen in a picture taken on a beach in Greece, slid
under his hand. She tensed, but relaxed again as he continued to move his mouth
over hers. His hand stopped on her stomach, awaiting her tacit approval or
denial. She said and did nothing. He took this as permission, and moved his
hand around her side and up her back.
She shivered against him, and gave a slight gasp. He assumed his hand must be
cold, because her skin was like fire to his touch. He pulled her close, feeling
the slight swell of her small breasts against him, even though they were both
wearing sweaters. His hand ranged over her back and flanks, learning her curves
and the softness of her skin. He came to know the smooth hollows and the ridges
of her spine. His hand slipped from under the sweater and curved over her arse.
He gave a squeeze and pulled her to him. She pulled away slightly, and he knew
she had felt the erection in his pants push against her.
He desperately hoped that she wouldn't fully retreat, so he brought his hand
back up to rest on the smooth flare of her hip. She relaxed into him again. He
broke their kiss, but trailed his lips across her jaw line and into the hollows
of her neck before she got the idea he was done with her. In return she brought
her own lips down to his cheek and up to his ear. Her lips and tongue danced
over the lobe and outer rim of his ear. He closed his eyes and leaned into what
she was doing, a deep groan of satisfaction and longing escaped his throat.
Apparently pleased by his reaction, she intensified her efforts. Her tongue now
slithered lower, running over the inner rim and plunging into the depths of his
ear. Her tongue was warm and wet, and was setting off fireworks in his mind and
his groin. She nibbled and pulled on his ear lobe, and his passion for her was
driven to new heights.
He turned his head and grabbed her lips with his own. His tongue shot forward
into her mouth, sparring, jabbing, wrestling with hers. His hand rode up again
under the hem of her sweater. This time though, he didn't seek approval. His
hand moved up and his fingers brushed over her breast. She let out a sound into
his mouth that was not quite a scream, but not quite a whimper; it froze him
where he was.
Slowly he withdrew his hand and rested it in on her ribs. He thought for a
second he should break the kiss and apologize, or at least make sure she was
okay. However, she fisted her fingers in his hair and kissed him harder,
rolling her body against his. There was no forgiveness needed, she wanted him
to touch her. At least that's what he hoped she was saying with her body.
Ron lessened the intensity of the kiss. He wanted to slow the whole thing just
a bit, if for no other reason than so he could keep control of himself. His
lips still moved over hers and his hand extended again. This time when he
brushed his fingers over her breast, his fingers caught on the nipple pushing
against the satiny material. He ran his finger around and over it, eliciting a
profound sigh of pleasure from her.
His fingers moved over just a bit and found the snap clasp in her cleavage. He
fumbled with it for a moment, growing mildly frustrated. Then he felt the
tingling flow of magic and the bra fell open. Tentatively, he ran his hand over
flesh he seldom touched, but still longed for. He cupped her breast in his
palm, pinching her nipple between his thumb and knuckle. He couldn't describe
the sound she made into his mouth, but it was like a pleasant scream. He
groaned in response as he rotated his hand around and over her breast. He
reached between them, doing the same to the other. This was followed by a
myriad of pleasant sounds from her.
With the arm that was wrapped around behind her, he pulled her closer and then
rolled onto his back. She settled on top of him; straddling his hips. Now that
both hands were free he ran them up the inside of her sweater and pushed aside
her bra. She responded to his touch well. Her small nipples were like beads in
his fingers, and her breasts felt full and firm. She ground her pelvis down
against him, and he responded by pushing up with his own, though the layers of
denim and cotton between them were causing him intense discomfort.
Suddenly she broke the kiss and pushed against his chest. She scrambled out of
their blanket cocoon like a rat escaping a trap. Ron sat up, confused by the
sudden change. Her eyes were manic, filled with fear, and her hair was even
wilder than normal. She began to tug at her sweater as though trying to
straighten it. "Ron, I," she stammered as her mouth opened and closed. Ron
stood up and held his hands out to her. "I, I have to," she was stuttering and
backing away from him as she gestured vaguely toward the castle. She didn't
seem to know what to do with her hands. "I, I have to, to go." She turned and
scampered up the grassy bank and bolted across the field to the castle.
"Dammit!" Ron stuck his hands down the front of his pants and adjusted the
angle of his hard-on. Once it was no longer trying to tear itself through the
front of his jeans, he was a lot more comfortable. "I wish she'd figure out
what the fuck she wants," he said to the vast emptiness that was now his
companion. He reached down, snatched up his wand and made a violent gesture
toward the blanket, which resumed its normal shape as a woman's heavy cloak. He
ran his fingers over the hand-embroidered, silver HG his mother had sewn on to
it. He cleaned it off and slung it over his shoulder, then returned to the
castle as well.
Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny were all in the common room when he came through.
All were occupied though and paid him no mind. He headed up the stairs towards
the girls' dormitories. He stopped at the sixth year girls’ door and took a
deep breath. She was probably in there, upset and crying about God only knew
what. There was a red scarf draped over the door. "Girls," Ron chuckled and
quietly opened the door.
"Yes, Ron, yes, just like that." There was no mistaking Hermione’s voice,
though it had an unusual, breathy quality to it though. He almost answered when
he heard his name, but something told him to keep his mouth shut. He peeked
through the opening, but was totally unprepared for he saw. Hermione Granger,
Miss straight-laced, Miss Perfect Prefect and future Head Girl, top student,
and the woman so innocent that it had taken him six months to get to first
base; was lying on the bed with her hands on her knickers, pressing the white
cotton against her mound. The rest of her clothes were strewn across the
dormitory floor. "Oh, God, yes,” she grunted as her hips rose off the bed.
Ron slipped into the room and quietly closed the door. This was in-fucking-
credible. He hid in the shadow of an armoire and watched. This was way better
than the pictures in the dirty magazines that Fred kept in his school trunk.
This was his girlfriend, masturbating in real life, with his name on her lips,
her hands pretending to be his. The erection that had slowly subsided as he
walked back to the castle suddenly returned with a vengeance. "Ron," she
whispered to the bed canopy, "you have no idea what you do to me."
‘I do now,’ he thought to himself. ‘The same thing you do to me.’ He watched as
she lifted her hips from the bed, the white cotton slid down her thighs and
fell in a crumple on the floor. Her hands wandered over her body, tweaking and
pulling her nipples. He remembered the feel of those hard but yielding points
in his hands. He squeezed his fingers and flexed his hands in silent empathy to
what she was doing.
As he watched, her knees came up, and then folded out and down. Her pussy was
exposed to him now, his eyes feasted on what the rest of his body craved. Her
fingers glided over her body, then wove themselves into the hair that he longed
to touch. He breathed deeply, inhaling the pungent scent in the air, like
baking apples or caramelizing sugar. "Oh, yes! Touch me there. Rub me… harder!"
He couldn't see every detail, but what he could see was beyond his imagining.
She pulled her hands up and out, the hair parted to reveal soft, dark-pink
flesh. Her hand began to move in circular motions. Soft whimpering sounds
floated on the air as her hand moved more vigorously. Her voice got a little
louder, her cries becoming clearer. He realized she was calling his name in
among her incomprehensible moans. His hand strayed down and rubbed across where
his own cock was trying to push above the waistband of his boxers. "Soon," he
whispered.
Hermione was rocking her hips now, fucking her hand as much as she was rubbing
her pussy. Ron couldn't help himself; he began to rub his cock through his
jeans. She was saying ‘yes’ over and over again. Ron began to rub harder,
feeling his own climax building to critical levels.
Suddenly, Hermione flung her arm out and grabbed a pillow. She crammed it over
her face and screamed into it. Ron could hear the faint edges of the scream
that weren't contained by the improvised mask. Her body shook and trembled. She
was twitching now, her scream still being absorbed by the pillow. He had no
idea how long she had been screaming and thrashing about on the bed, but it was
long enough to trigger him. He gave in to the feeling and his own orgasm tore
itself free. He clenched his teeth and willed himself to not even breathe;
though he wanted to shout out what she had done to him. He stood for a long
moment after his own ecstasy had passed, watching her trace slow, languorous
lines over her body. Finally, she sat up, looked at her clock, and sighed
heavily.
He sunk deeper behind the large cabinet as Hermione rolled off of the bed and
began to gather her clothes. "Ron, look what you've reduced me to, kicking my
dorm-mates out so that I can frig myself off over you.  She dropped the pile of
dirty clothes into her hamper and pulled her bathrobe down from its hook and
slipped it on. She picked up his picture off her nightstand. "Soon, love, soon;
maybe this summer. I only want to do this with one person. I just need to be
sure you're the one." She placed a kiss on the picture and set it back down.
He watched as she drew shampoo and other toiletries out of the cabinet next to
her bed. He waited until she left, then emerged from his hiding place and stole
across the room. He hung her cloak on the hook, taking time to smooth the
wrinkles out of it. He tiptoed to the door and peered out through a crack,
there was no one there. He slipped back out into the hallway, careful not to
disturb the scarf. He looked up the stairs towards the girls' showers. "Take
all the time you need, my love. Take all the time you need." He ran down the
stairs and headed for a shower of his own.
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"Oh my God," she was panting as she bounced harder and harder on top of him.
Throughout the story, she had used his hands in sympathy for what her own were
supposed to be doing to her.  That had triggered one orgasm and another seemed
to be close on its heels.  Ron was so close he wasn’t sure he could wait for
her any longer.
"Honey, are you getting anywhere near close yet?" his voice was strained with
effort.
"Yes!" she yelled in response as she leaned back and began taking a series of
short bouncy strokes. Ron began to rub with a bit more enthusiasm as her
strokes began to pick up pace. The feeling was incredible. His head was pushing
against her front wall as the back of her slit rubbed against the vein running
up the bottom of his cock. Instead of just rubbing her now, he began to use his
thumb and forefinger to squeeze and gently pull on her clit. The more he did
this, the louder and more intensely she reacted.
By now, her short little strokes were coming hard and fast and she hit the
religious stage of her orgasm and began talking to God. Ron didn't hear much of
it though, he was doing enough groaning of his own, and anyway he'd never
really considered himself a religious man. With a sudden rush, she passed the
religious stage and jumped to the affirmation stage. She was very agreeable,
shouting "Yes, yes, yes," to unasked questions. Then her body went tense and
she let out one long, loud, monosyllabic scream. Her walls clenched against him
and he exploded.
After a couple of very intense minutes, she fell forward on to his chest and he
began to run his hands up and down her back, causing her to shiver. "Ohhh," she
sighed and stretched out against him. "You, Mr. Weasley, are a pervert." Ron
heard humor in her voice and knew she was teasing, "Sneaking in to girls’ rooms
so you can watch them masturbate."
He chuckled a bit. "Fortunately, I don’t have to do that anymore. I just have
to ask really nicely." He pulled her close and kissed her. "You aren’t mad at
me are you?"
"No, dear, I’m not mad." She kissed him back and crawled up on top of him again
and rested her arms across his chest so she could watch him. "You know, if
you’d been a little braver you might have gotten lucky that day."
"It's more likely that you’d have gotten really mad."
She gave him an indulgent smile. "You’re probably right." She lay back against
him and tried to squeeze herself into his skin. He put his arms around her and
held her tight. "I’m glad we waited. Thank you for being patient with me."
"It was worth every minute that I waited." He rubbed his hands along her,
trying to touch her everywhere at once. "Admittedly, it was a lot easier to
wait once I knew how you felt though."
"And once you had something to wank over every time I got you hot and
bothered." They both chuckled, then Ron’s stomach growled, loudly. "What time
is it?"
Ron looked over at the bedside clock, "Almost four."
"Good, that Chinese delivery place is open. Call and order me-" she paused to
think for a minute.
"Cream of some young guy?" Ron offered.
"No, already had that; but thanks for offering." She kissed him lightly and
then sucked on his neck a bit. "Kung pao, extra peppers, and an order of spice
soup." Ron's stomach rumbled again. "Better get something for yourself, too."
Ron chuckled and reluctantly rolled his wife off his chest.
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Ron sat back against the front of his wife's recliner and she draped a bare leg
over his shoulder. "Does life get any better than this?" she asked. Ron had to
wonder the same thing himself. It was, five o'clock on a Sunday evening, he
hadn't even been out of bed for an hour, neither one of them were properly
dressed, and he had a bowl of steaming sesame chicken in his hand.
"It could," he replied as she pointed the remote at the stereo and started the
Matchbox 20 CD. "The music could be a little harder."
"Sorry honey, you're disturbed enough without making me listen to 'Down with
the Sickness' for the umpteenth time."
Ron shrugged, he had tried. He turned his head and kissed her knee, "Actually,
it could be better. We could have just fulfilled your ultimate fantasy, and
then spent the evening sitting around in our underwear and eating Chinese
food."
"Tell me," she said in a quiet voice. "Who were you imagining in front of me
when you were burying my face in the pillow? Was it Lavender?" Ron knew he was
blushing, because Hermione giggled and ran her finger over his ear.
"I thought this was about your fantasy, not mine."
"We'll get to it. I just want to know if I was right."
"Tell you the truth, it didn't really matter. I guess I was imagining it was
Lavender, but only because it was the only frame of reference I had. Then you
moaned out her name, and she worked as well as anyone else." He quickly changed
tracks. "You're not upset about it, are you?"
"No." Then he felt her lips on his ear and then her tongue. He closed his eyes
and groaned contentedly.
"But you’re avoiding my question," he said without opening his eyes.
"You really want to know?" Ron said that he did. "I actually gave you a clue in
the bedroom." Ron stopped and thought back over the day's activities.
"Before or after you started moaning Lavender's name?"
"After."
"Before or after we fell asleep?"
"Before."
Ron thought carefully, thinking about what he'd been doing to her. "You...want
someone to take Polyjuice potion to look like me so you can have me in both
ends." Ron shook his head. "Wait. I’m over thinking this. You want a threesome
of your own. Anybody in particular?"
She leaned forward and put her arms around his chest and ran her fingers
through his patch of ‘man fur’, as she called it. "I’ll file your first idea
away for another time though, it is intriguing. But what I want is to be
sandwiched between you and Harry," she murmured as she kissed his neck.
Ron's jaw dropped open, and he almost dropped his fork. "How long have you
wanted to sleep with Harry?" he heard himself ask. ‘Stupid,’ Ron berated
himself; that wasn't the question he was supposed to ask; now it looked as
though he had a double standard. "That wasn't what I meant-"
"No," Hermione shushed him with a kiss and kept his silence by placing a finger
on his lips. "It may not have been what you meant, but it was what you wanted
to ask; even if you won't admit it." She took his bowl from him and set it
down. She slid out of the chair and into his lap. She kissed him lovingly, not
sensually, but in a way that communicated that she loved him.
"I've never wanted to be with Harry in the way that I am with you. But I will
admit that I've always been just a tiny bit curious. I spent three and a half
years listening to Parvati and Lavender ask me why it was you and not Harry.
They used to go on and on about how they thought he was just the best thing
since sliced bread. I never had any doubts though; you were always the one for
me."
She nestled down against his chest. "Once I discovered the joys of being with
you, I occasionally wondered how Harry would stack up."  She kissed him again,
"but never enough to find out." She kissed him yet again, this time it was wet
and involved her nails grazing lightly over his back. "Besides, you have no
idea how badly I want to tell Lavender thatI was right all along."
Ron could feel his apprehension draining away. Physically, he knew how he
stacked up against Harry; that wasn't a concern. "So, it's just a sex thing?"
She murmured a yes into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her. He could do
this for her. Her fantasies deserved gratification as much as his did. If
having Harry's dick in her mouth would make her happy, he could do that for
her, once, maybe twice.
"Do you want to talk to him or do you want me to?" he asked.
"Really?" she said, sitting up to look him in the eyes. She seemed to be
searching his face and eyes for some trace of doubt.
"If having Harry inside you once will make you happy, then I can do that.
What's good for the goose, and all that." That was a saying that had been very
prominent in their relationship, what's good for the goose is good for the
gander. There were other variations as well, ‘tit for tat’ was his favorite;
simply because he thought it was funny when Hermione said 'tit'. He knew it was
juvenile, but it was still funny.
"You talk to him, but first I'll have to talk to Ginny." She answered Ron's
curious look with a kiss on his nose. "Property rights and all."
"Property rights?"
"Yes honey, didn't you know? There's a tattoo on your prick that says 'Property
of Hermione Weasley.' It's been there since we were married." Ron tried to
shift around and get her off his lap. He wouldn't put it past his wife to do
something weird like that; women were strange creatures, married women doubly
so. "Sit still silly. You wouldn't be able to see it anyway, unless you can
give yourself a blow job." She laughed and wrapped her legs around him as she
trailed several wet kisses over his neck.
He reached around her and pulled the back of her nightgown free so he could run
his hands over the smooth skin of her bum. God Almighty, she was wet and hotter
than a wood burning stove on a winter day. She moaned into his mouth as he
kissed her and stroked his fingers over her dewy, silk like hair. He laid her
down on the floor and stretched out next to her. "What are you doing?" she
asked.
"Shh," he whispered into her ear. He ran his hand down over her stomach, then
back up under her nightgown. She spread her legs a little to give him access.
He ran his hand over her, pressing against her with his palm as his finger
opened her slit. "Imagine," he said in a low voice, "lying in bed. You hear my
voice talking to you; then you feel my hand roving over your naked body." He
removed his hand and slid it up her body, groping and lightly scratching. "Then
you feel my other hand." He reached inside her gown and lightly tweaked her
nipple with the hand that was half buried under him.
"I'm groping you and kissing you, giving you pleasant little sensations all
over. Then you feel another hand, another man's hand, caressing your leg. It
comes up higher, and is joined by a fourth hand. One of the extra hands cups
your pussy, and a finger slides inside you." Ron slid a finger back into her,
pushing it all the way up to the last knuckle. She let out a deep, satisfied
moan. He continued to weave a story of images and sensations. By the time the
mysterious second man wrapped his mouth around her mound, she had cum all over
Ron's hand. By the time Ron finished his tale, she had screamed and moaned her
way through four good, hard orgasms.
When he finished, she fell on his cock with her mouth like she would die if she
didn't suck it dry. When he was just about to blow, she rolled over on her back
and squeezed her breasts together. "Here," she said breathlessly. Ron thought
he might actually cum before he could get on top of her. He loved this
position, the feeling of her soft tits squeezing around his cock, the sight of
her pulling on her nipples as he slid back and forth, the amazing wetness of
her tongue on his head with every forward stroke. He laid himself in her
cleavage, and as soon as she was closed around him, he began to stroke. It
didn't take long, less than a couple of dozen and suddenly her throat and upper
chest were splattered with his thick white cream. After she had used her mouth
to make sure she had milked him dry, she ‘let’ him pull her up off the floor-
which is to say that she had held out her hands and expected him to help her
up. He led her to a nice hot shower where nothing happened because they were
both so exhausted they could barely stand.
A little while later, the two of them were sitting at the dining room table.
Each was looking over notes for work the next day when Ron looked up, "Honey?"
"Yes?" she replied without looking up.
"If we do this... with someone else," He felt awkward talking about it now,
maybe because of his discomfort with what he needed to ask. "You know I want to
see you, you know... with... another woman... doing... stuff." She put down her
pen and looked up at him. Her eyes were full of laughter and a smirk played
about her lips.
"Yes, I know."
"Are you going to want... me and Harry... to... you know... do... stuff?" He
knew he was blushing, the fact that she looked like she was about to go into
paroxysms of laughter wasn't helping. She swallowed and arranged her face in a
serious expression.
"You know how I am, dear, tit for tat; literally in this case." He felt her
foot caress the back of his calf as she went back to her work. He picked up his
own pen and went back to reading his notes. He had been pretty sure of the
answer before he even asked, but he still had to ask. He could always hope she
wouldn't.
"No," she said out of the blue
"What?" Ron asked, looking up.
"No, you don't have to do anything with Harry."
"Why the sudden change, if you don't mind my asking."
"It's selfish on my part, but you'll get over it. If you don't do anything with
Harry, then you both have to focus all your attention on me." Ron could live
with that answer. That was a fair trade. "Bonus is that then I don't have to
share you with her, who ever she ends up being."
"So, you get to have two partners- twice, and I can't even have two once?"
Hermione shrugged, and then moved her fist near her mouth and her tongue
against her cheek in a simulation of oral sex. "Point," Ron admitted and
laughed. "So, when are you going to talk to Ginny?"
"Probably next weekend. You have to understand how awkward this is going to be.
Ginny and I don't talk about sex; it's just too... bizarre. And it's not like I
can just walk up to her and say, 'hey, you mind if I invite your husband over
for a night of wild sex?" Ron agreed with her on that point, and waited for her
to make the next move.
***** Chapter 3- Surprise Confessions *****
                        Chapter 3- Surprise Confessions
Hermione flitted around the living room to make surethat everything was ready
for her guest. She was running through her mental checklist when the doorbell
rang. She almost dropped the bottle of wine she was holding. She took a deep,
steadying breath and castigated herself; she and Ginny frequently got together
when Ron, Harry, or both were out of town so she shouldn’t be this nervous.
Hermione straightened her blouse and smoothed the front of her skirt. "Ginny!"
Hermione said when she opened the door. Her sister-in-law smiled and handed her
a platter. "Ooh, brownies."
"Mum’s mint ones," Ginny said in a tone that seemed to be tempting Hermione.
Hermione uncovered the platter and nicked one. The small bite she took
threatened to send her to the floor in heavenly bliss; chocolate was such a
rare treat for her that it always had a very strong effect on her. "What did
you add? Molly's aren't this rich."
"I used two kinds of chocolate." Hermione thought she could kiss Ginny. Of
course that would not be the best idea given the effect that the chocolate and
the wine was likely to have on her. She put the brownies on the coffee table
and poured wine for her and Ginny. The two women began to chat about what had
been going on intheir lives in the two weeks since they'd last had a chance to
visit.
"How’s work going?" Ginny asked as she leaned back and propped her feet up on
the coffee table.
"Troubling," Hermione replied as she toyed with her glass. "I’ve got this case
I’m arguing next week before the Wizengamot, and it’s very difficult."
"Worried you won’t get the conviction?"
"No, conviction is going to be the easy part; there’s a ton of evidence.
Presenting the arguments without inviting a host of quiet laughter and
embarrassment will be the hard part."
"Oh?"
"A wizard is being brought up on multiple counts of Unforgivables and sexual
assault."
"You have my attention," Ginny said as she leaned forward. "If it’s an
Unforgivables case it should be pretty straight forward; either he did or he
didn’t. Are there survivors?"
"A lot, but most of them are Muggles, so we can’t use them. The reason we
caught him was he picked up a Squib and she told her sister about it. He was
using the Imperius Curse to get women to agree to some really bizarre sexual
practices." Hermione took a deep breath. "The worst part of it is that I had to
go through all of the evidence: stacks of photographs, hundreds of pages of
journals and recounted stories. Then there were the books he was reading. It
never ceases to amaze me how much effort people put into studying sexual
behavior."
"Did you finally find something that you wouldn’t read?" Ginny teased her.
"No, I read some of it. I wish I had stuck to the evidence and stayed out of
his head. There are some really deviant people trying some seriously twisted
sexual practices out there." Hermione noticed that Ginny seemed to be hanging
onto her every word.
"What kind of stuff did you find?"
"A lot of stuff on body part fetishes, spankings, voyeurism, bondage, group
sex; most of the usual stuff, that wasn’t so bad. He had whole bookshelves on
the psychology of domination and submission though. Some of that stuff is just
sick."
"Only some of it though, huh?" Ginny eyes seemed to twinkle as she leaned back.
Hermione was afraid that she would blush and Ginny would ask to see the new
additions to her bookshelf. "Did you find something useful in your reading?"
Hermione was struck full force by the memories of some of the things she wished
she hadn’t seen.
"That is not even funny, Ginny. This man is a seriously sick individual. If all
the women had been willing participants, the Ministry would not have even
gotten involved. He saved the worst of it for the women who refused him though,
he dominated them and made them do things they would never have willingly
consented to."
"Sorry," Ginny said with a shudder, "I shouldn’t have teased. I didn’t realize
what he was doing." Ginny took a deep breath and seemed to turn completely
inward for a moment, almost like she wasn’t even in the same room with anyone.
"People like that should be dealt with severely."
Hermione realized she needed to change the subject before Ginny started to
brood. "How about that party at Fred and Angelina's?" she asked experimentally.
Ginny seemed to transform as a blush stole onto her cheeks. "Oh my God! I can't
believe I acted like that in front of my sisters-in-law. I'm sure they must all
think of me as some kind of brazen hussy now. At least Penny and Percy had left
by the time everything got really crazy."
"Are you referring to the bra incident?" Hermione asked, a slightly embarrassed
grin turning the corners of her mouth.
"The cucumber dare."
"I still can’t believe Lee made you do that in front of your brothers!"
Ginny laughed and turned a bit red. "I figured it was better to embarrass
myself in front of my brothers and their wives than to call mum and ask her if
those noises that kept us up at night as kids were really the ghoul. I’m pretty
sure I already know the answer, but I really don’t need those mental scars.
Besides, it’s not like Angelina, Alicia, and Katie hadn’t seen me do it
before."
"They what?" Hermione spluttered and choked around her wine.
"This goes no farther than you and I. You cannot tell this to Ron." Hermione
nodded, that wouldn't be a problem. The idea of discussing Ginny's sex life
with Ron was just too disgusting, and she was sure that Ron would feel the
same. "Are you sure you want to know this? This involves sex with Harry."
Hermione and Ginny had come to a tacit agreement years ago that they would not
discuss sex, what with Ron and Ginny being siblings and all. There were also
things Hermione felt she was better off not knowing about her other best
friends. However, she was planning on breaking that taboo tonight anyway; so
best to get it out of the way with something rather inconsequential like this.
"I'm a big girl. I think I can take it."
"That's what you think!" Ginny blushed a deep crimson. "Oh my God! Please tell
me I didn't just say that."
"You did."
"Note to self, don't drink wine and talk about sex; althoughI probably should
have figured that out last weekend." On that point Hermione would definitely
agree. More people had learned more information about her sex life last weekend
than she had divulged in allof the years that she had been having sex. Ginny
drained her glass and asked for a refill. Hermione went and got another bottle.
"Well, I guess I should start from the beginning. Harry and I jumped to the
physical part of our relationship a whole faster than you and Ron did. I don't
think it was a conscious decision, but Harry's more physical by nature, he
always has to be doing. Anyway, one night I decided to get him off to see if
that would calm him down a little. It did, he was likeputty in my hands
afterward." Both girls giggled. "Okay, poor choice of words there." Ginny
turned and stretched out on the couch and stared at the ceiling as she talked.
"Well, then Harry wanted to reciprocate. I've never been able to fault him
that, he is very attentive." Hermione nodded sagely, it had taken Ron a few
months to remember to be attentive after they had gone all the way. He had been
great before then, but once they had done the deed, he started slacking in
other areas. She had too though, she didn't give him a blow-job for six months
after the first time she let him inside her. She had thought they were beyond
that part of their relationship.
"Things went down that road for a couple of months, but after the first couple
of times I went down on Harry he stopped letting me. I asked him why, and he
made up this excuse about wanting to be able to kiss me more. It sounded fishy
to me, but that was his story and he was sticking to it. One night I didn't
give him any choice. I wanted to give him head; I rather enjoy it. I watched
him as I did it though, and he seemed to grimace an awful lot. So, I asked him
about it, and he said my teeth were scratching him."
"I've heard some guys like a little teeth."
"It wasn't ‘a little teeth’, it was a lot- on every stroke. I just couldn't
open my mouth wide enough."
"Oh?"
Ginny shifted a bit uncomfortably. "Harry is... thick. Not terribly long, maybe
even shorter than average, but incredibly thick. I was upset. I wanted to be
able to please him like he pleased me. I didn't know what to do, so I turned to
the sexpert."
"Angelina," Hermione said then laughed as Ginny nodded. Angelina had long been
recognized as an expert on all things sex related. She and Fred had kept a
casual, devil-may-care relationship through school. She had dated several other
boys as well, and had developed a little bit of a reputation. She was careful
to stay away from the ones that were spoken for though, so she had never
engendered the hatred from other girls that a "woman of loose morals" usually
did. They both laughed as they talked about it, because Molly had actually used
that term to describe Angelina just before she and Fred had announced their
engagement.
"You know," Hermione said, "I heard she put herself through business school by
working as an exotic dancer at a club in London."
"That's not entirely true," Ginny responded. "She only started going to school
after she realized that neither Fred nor George knew the first thing about
running a store. The girls had to bail the boys out when WWW almost failed.
After that, the girls became partners and Angelina went back to school to learn
how to run a business. She'd been working as an exotic dancer because it
appealed to her." Hermione crinkled her nose. The idea of being naked in front
of anyone other than Ron gave her the heebie-jeebies.
Hermione decided it was time to steer the conversation back to the necessary
topic and away from gossiping about her in-laws. "That still doesn't answer my
question as to why Lee thought it was so funny that you demonstrated
your'technique' on a cucumber though."
Ginny took a deep breath and sighed. "Like I said, I went to Angelina for
advice and she said we needed a trip to the kitchens for training materials."
"What did you end up with?"
"Half a dozen cucumbers." Hermione couldn't stop the vaguely disgusted
expression that danced over her face.
"Better than zucchini, I hate zucchini. Anyway, it took a few days, but I
eventually developed a technique. On the last day though, the most embarrassing
thing happened. Lee and Katie walked in unannounced and I'm sitting on
Angelina's bed with this cucumber in my mouth. I was so surprised I actually
bit it in half." Hermione tried to stifle her giggle and failed.
"Laugh it up. Lee laughed too until Angelina told him to drop his drawers."
Hermione sat bolt upright. "She did what?"
"Yeah, that was my reaction. Turns out he was there because he was my final
lesson. He's about the same size as Harry. He, um, well, Katie was supposed to
give him a blow job and I was supposed to watch."
Hermione was horrified. "You mean there was a public display?"
Ginny nodded. "I don't think it was the first. As a matter of fact I'd bet
Galleons to Sickles against it. Anyway, she did and I watched." Ginny smiled.
"I learned a lot that day. That night, I almost had to pin Harry to the floor
to keep him from running up to thank Angelina." Ginny began to giggle
profusely; she had to set down her wineglass before she dropped it. After a
long minute, Ginny finally got control of herself.
"What about you? Learn anything interesting about your husband?" Ginny suddenly
affected a mock innocent look. "Oh, wait a minute, we all did!" Hermione arched
her eyebrow. Ginny had just given her the perfect opening.
"Funny you should mention that." Her voice was perfectly even and seemed to
have a sobering effect on Ginny, who suddenly gave her a suspicious look.
"What do you want?"
"I want you to hear me out before you say anything." Ginny leaned back into the
sofa, but said nothing. "Ron and I had a long talk last Sunday."
"Really?" Ginny interrupted. "Harry and I spent the day, well, yeah."
Hermione nodded sagely, "Us too."
"Really? I never pictured you two as the all-day-sucker type."
"We really don’t do it very often. Every couple goes through that phase though.
Ron and I went through it when we moved in together. Last weekend was the first
time we spent a whole day in bed since our honeymoon." Hermione noted the odd
expression that crossed Ginny's face, so she said nothing else on the subject.
"Anyway, Ron and I started talking; telling each other stuff we had never told
each other, sharing fantasies, likes and dislikes, and a whole lot of other
stuff. It was really good for us, we both learned a lot."
"I don't mean to sound selfish, but how does this pertain to me?" Now it was
Hermione's turn to be embarrassed. How could she put this? She had tried
several scenarios as she worked around the house this afternoon, but none had
really worked out like this. She watched Ginny for a clue, but her sister-in-
law maintained an impassive expression, although Hermione thought it looked
deliberate. She took a deep breath and plunged right in.
"Your brother isn't the only one with a threesome fantasy." The mask fell away
from Ginny’s features to be replaced by a look that was at once pensive and
intrigued. "The difference is that mine involves Ron and Harry." She watched
Ginny very carefully, but was totally unprepared for the reaction she got.
"Oh," Ginny said, sounding almost disappointed.
"What?"
"I thought you were going to ask me to be the other girl."
Hermione was shocked, at first she couldn't answer. "Ewww!" The idea of Ron
being excited with his sister in the bed was so repulsive that Hermione had
never even contemplated the idea. She got up and walked into the kitchen so
that she could rinse her glass and wash her hands. Ginny followed shortly
behind.
They said nothing as Hermione got herself a glass of ice water. "Sorry about
that Hermione." Ginny stood at the sink, rinsing out her glass. Hermione looked
over at the tall, statuesque form of her sister-in-law. She never ceased to be
amazed, Ginny could look so small when she was sitting, or even reclining, but
when she stood she had a good seven inches on her. She had managed to inherit
the Weasley height like Ron, but without ever having gone through the gangly
stage that he had suffered.
"It's all right, Gin." However, Ginny didn't answer, just nodded a little bit.
She seemed to be upset about something, but Hermione couldn't quite put her
finger on it. She thought about all the things she knew about Ginny, and tried
to figure it out. It was an epiphany when she realized it. "You don't think
that I was rejecting you, do you?" Ginny had long had questions about her own
self-image; many of them were borne out of Harry's initial rejection of her.
"It's stupid. I know why you were disgusted, I mean, I was too. It's just that
your reaction was so... strong, that I felt like you were saying I was..."
Ginny stopped and wiped her eyes.
"Never, Gin. I wish I could be more like you! You're tall, statuesque,
beautiful and voluptuous. You look like a World War II pinup girl. Real men
salivate over women like you. You're the stuff their fantasies are made of!"
Hermione had even caught herself thinking of Ginny’s generous hips and well
endowed chest during the week now that she had begun considering the idea of
sex with women.
"Do you really think so?" Hermione looked up to see Ginny looking down at her
very intently.
"Yes, I do." She could feel Ginny drinking in her words, then the feeling
changed. Instead, Ginny was drinking her in. She looked up into Ginny’s eyes
and saw the invitation- the request that lay there. The possibility, and her
reaction to it, made her uncomfortable. If either took a step forward then they
would kiss, and if they kissed she would be tempted to give in to it. They
would end up on the floor, or on the couch, or in the bed. She could not allow
that to happen. She would be sharing herself with someone other than Ron and
she wouldn't be able to tell him about it; that was cheating. They both agreed
that being part of a threesome with the other was very different than sleeping
with someone else outside.
With a monumental force of will, Hermione turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Ginny followed her and returned to her seat on the couch across from Hermione.
The two women did not meet each other's gaze, for they both knew what would
happen if they did. Finally, Ginny broke the silence. "Have you ever been
attracted to another woman?"
Hermione thought for a long time before she answered. Not because she had ever
looked at another woman that way, but because she was trying to figure out
where the conversation was headed. "I can’t say I’ve ever been attracted to a
woman. Of course I can’t say I’ve ever been attracted to a great number of men
either." She smiled broadly as Ginny looked at her. "Your brother has occupied
a great deal of my romantic curiosity." Failing to draw a smile from her
friend, she reversed the question. "Were you ever attracted to another woman?"
"Yeah, but I never said anything about it." Hermione watched as Ginny dipped
her finger in her wineglass and ran it around the rim. "Have you ever been
curious about what it would be like to have sex with another woman?"
"Yes and no," Hermione answered slowly. She sensed that Ginny needed more, some
kind of validation. She leaned forward and looked at Ginny, waiting until she
had her friend’s undivided attention. "You cannot breathe a word of this to
anyone.  That especially means Harry." Ginny crossed her heart and held up a
hand. "I’ve never been that curious because my first ever romantic encounter
was with another girl."
Hermione was relieved to see that Ginny was very surprised by this revelation.
She was worried that everyone would somehow just know that she had done things
with Lavender, especially after the New Year’s Eve party. "She taught me how to
kiss. She was the first person to ever feel me up. She showed me how to
masturbate. I tasted… girl cum, she licked it off my finger and I did the same.
Hermione noticed that Ginny was leaning forward ever so slightly, her nipples
were hard and pushing against her blouse. Hermione could see deep into Ginny’s
cleavage and wondered what it would be like to kiss and lick those beautiful,
large breasts; to feel them smashed against her. She mentally shook it off. "I
got over it pretty quick, because I started dating Ron shortly after that."
Ginny seemed to relax back against the couch again. "There have been a few
times I’ve wondered what it would have been like if we’d done more together;
but I put all that behind me." Ron’s fantasy had gotten her thinking about it
again, and sometimes at night she tried to remember the taste of licking
Parvati’s juices off Lavender’s tongue, but it had been too long ago. She gave
Ginny a hard look, as though to say, ‘I told you mine, you better tell me
yours.’ "Have you ever had any experience with a girl?"
She watched Ginny shift uncomfortably and fiddle with her glass before she
answered, but she waited patiently. "I’ve never done anything with another
woman, but I’ve wanted to for so long though." Ginny threw back the rest of her
wine and poured herself another glass. "I used to lay in my bed and play with
myself while thinking about this other girl.What it would be like to touch her,
taste her, feel her against me. She used to make me so hot, and I always wanted
to say something to her, but I was always afraid she would laugh at me, or
worse, reject me." Hermione was suddenly very conscious of the fact that Ginny
wouldn’t look at her.
"Did you ever have opportunities?"
Ginny licked her lips and swallowed. "Yeah, several, but I was too scared. She
was so pretty, and so… sexy. She didn’t even know how sexy I thought she was.
She had the tightest body and the most beautiful arse."
Hermione hesitated, wondering if she dared ask the next question, pretty sure
she knew the answer. She lost her nerve and asked a different questioninstead.
"Did you ever see her naked?"
Ginny nodded her head slowly. "Lots of times." She seemed to curl in on
herself, as though trying to disappear into the couch. "There wasthis one time,
I was in bed and I was watching her get ready for bed. She was wearing red,
see-through underwear. She had bought them for her boyfriend. The way the light
was, I could see right through them, and make out every curve and shadow of her
arse. She bent over to take them off and I could see everything. It was
amazing, she was a little damp and I got so turned on that I gasped as I stuck
two fingers insidemyself. She turned around and looked at me, but I pretended
to be asleep. I felt her watch me for a long time, so I didn’t move a muscle. I
wanted her to pull my covers down and see how much she turned me on. She didn’t
though, she just finished getting ready for bed, turned off the light and
crawled into her own bed. I lay awake half the night fingering myself to orgasm
after orgasm thinking about how pretty her pussy was and how much I wanted to
taste it."
Hermione smiled to herself, she had been right. "I remember that night." She
would always remember that day. Amid fumbling fingers and earnest endearments,
she and Ron had shed their virginity in the tree house out beyond the garden.
"Don’t hate me, Hermione." Ginny cried and sniffled.
"Never, Ginny." She felt bad for her friend; pining was a lonely affair. She
got up and moved to the other couch where Ginny was sitting. She took her glass
of wine and set it on the table, then drew Ginny to her shoulder as the girl
started to weep. "I could never hate you, Gin. You’re my best friend in the
world; you know things about me that nobody else knows. You’ve always been
there for me when I needed a friend." She brushed Ginny’s hair back from her
face. "I’m sorry I could never give you what you wanted."
"I’m sorry," Ginny sniffled, "I should have just kept my mouth shut."
"Shhh," Hermione whispered as she patted Ginny’s back and stroked her hair. She
knew it might make the relationship between her and Ginny awkward, but she
would do her best to put it behind her. "It’s alright, Gin; everything will be
all right." Hermione could feel the warmth of Ginny’s skin through her skirt as
her friend lay down on the couch and rested against her. She tried not to
notice the pale beckoning skin of Ginny’s neck against the rich, flame red of
her hair, the siren’s call of the generous breast,or the gentle sway of her
waist before the flaring of hip into a well-rounded arse. She deliberately
turned away from all the possibility that was just a gentle touch or word away.
It would be a long night, and sleep would be elusive with no husband here to
snuggle against; but she could not take that step, no matter how much she
wanted to, nor how much Ginny wanted her to. They sat there, enveloped in
painful silence for a long time until Ginny mumbled something.
"What did you say?" Hermione whispered.
"It’s okay, you can ask him," Ginny replied. "I just ask one thing."
"What’s that?"
"If he says yes, someday I want you to think about it, about maybe, maybe you
and me, maybe just once. Maybe even me and you and Harry if you…"
Hermione steeled herself to keep from saying yes right then, to avoid that
touch that would be the signal of her crumbling will. "Alright, Ginny," she
whispered, not trusting her full voice, "I’ll think about it."
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"So, what's it like playing for Wood again?" Ron asked Harry. The two men were
sitting in the Captured Snitch pub at the Central England Quidditch Round, a
centralized arena for Quidditch matches.
"It's good. There are days, especially during road games that it's like being
back in school again."
"Those were the days," Ron said nostalgically. "I mean, not the whole 'are we
going to live through the year' part, but I miss the closeness we had. Me, you,
Hermione; there was nothing we wouldn't do together."
"Well, there were a few things!" Harry responded. Ron chuckled and leaned back
in his chair. He took a long draw from his Butterbeer Extra.
"Tell me, did you ever think about Hermione... in that way." Ron noticed Harry
giving him a narrow eyed, speculative look. "I mean, before you got involved
with Ginny, and before Hermione and I."
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't, but then so did Dean and Neville and a
few other boys. Why?"
Ron took a swig and plunged ahead, knowing that he had long ago left tact
behind. "Have you thought about her like that since?"
Harry set his beer down and leaned forward. "What are you playing at?" he asked
in a quiet voice. Suddenly, there was a loud bang as several Puddlemere fans
crashed through a table in their exuberant celebration.
"Let's go outside." Ron picked up his bottle and motioned for Harry to follow
him.
"So, suppose you tell me what this is all about," Harry said after they were
outside, walking across the lawns surrounding the pitch.
"We were," Ron paused, trying to be diplomatic about this even though it was
completely contrary to his nature, "a great threesome. Really great, maybe the
best ever. We were... always there for each other. Always... filling each
other's needs."
"Ron, you lost me again. Why don't you just come right out and say what you're
trying to say."
Ron stopped and turned to face Harry. He ran his fingers through his hair and
took a long draw that drained his bottle. He visually measured the distance
between them, about three feet. He swallowed, and plunged ahead. "What would
you say to being this close to each other?"  He waved his arm back and forth
between them.  "With Hermione naked in between us."
"Say what?" Harry asked in a surprised voice, taking a step back. Ron looked at
his friend intently and wondered if that were excitement or revulsion dancing
in Harry's eyes.
"Hermione has this threesome fantasy that involves me and you." Harry gave him
a questioning look, then tipped his own bottle up and drained it. "Apparently
she's had it for a long time, but it was just one of those bizarre fantasies
you think is never going to happen."
"You mean like seeing your wife's arse in the air while her face is buried in
another woman's quim?"
"Yeah, something like that." Ron watched as Harry twirled his bottle in his
palm. Harry seemed to be thinking very seriously about something.
"You know, my wife will probably say-"
"Yes," Ron interrupted. "Hermione talked to her last night."
"So you asked her before you asked me?" Harry sounded a little indignant.
"Hermione said it would work better. Her thinking was what if you said yes and
Ginny said no? It's not worth the fights it would cause." Harry turned and
started to walk slowly, as though in thought. Ron walked beside him. Neither
man said anything for a long time.
"We'd be a trio again," Harry said thoughtfully. "Just the three of us
fulfilling each other's needs, as you so eloquently put it."
"Yeah, more like us fulfilling her needs… or wants anyway." They had walked
around the complex twice now.
"So it would just be us pleasing Hermione, and vice versa?" Ron assured him
that was the plan as they crossed over the fence and sat down beside one of the
manicured gardens. The two fell into silence again as they stretched out on the
grass.
"Ron," Harry said without looking at him. "Have you ever thought you knew
somebody, and then suddenly seen them in a whole new light?" Ron answered with
an affirmative grunt. "Sometimes, it changes your whole perspective on life.
Makes you wonder about new things, question old thinking." Harry paused. "You
know about Remus and Sirius, right?"
"Yeah, Hermione pointed it out to me."
"How did she... never mind. Smartest witch in the world, of course she'd figure
it out." Ron made a noise of agreement. "I found out about it when I moved in
with them right after school. Shook me up pretty bad at first. I didn't
understand it. I mean, how could one guy want to... do that, with another guy?"
Ron couldn't agree with Harry more on that point.
"I was talking to Remus about it. He told me that if you really care about
someone it doesn't really matter. It's about pleasing your partner, not about
what equipment they have." Ron furrowed his brow trying to follow Harry's train
of thought. This conversation was taking more strange twists and turns than any
conversation he and Harry had been involved in since they finished school.
"I guess what I'm saying is that if I agree to do this I don't want to be told
what I can and can't touch." There was a pause. "Are you okay with that?" Ron
lay very still for a long time, staring up at the emerging stars. This was a
wrinkle he hadn't counted on and it made him more than a little uncomfortable.
"Are you switch hitting these days and not telling anyone?"
"No. It's just that, well, I'm kind of curious. I'm not saying I will, but I
want to know that I can." Ron could feel Harry's eyes on him now. He turned on
to his side to look back. "Ron, I wouldn't ask this of anyone else. I've never
said a word to anyone; Ginny doesn't even know. But you and Hermione and I have
been through everything together, there's no one else I would even consider
asking this of. The three of us have never been just about two of us doing for
a third. We've always been there for each other, whenever we needed it. We're a
threesome, not a two on one."
Ron fell back and looked at the sky for a long moment. Harry was asking him for
this, not just as a gratification thing, but as an expression of friendship and
who they were. He and Harry had been the best of friends for more than half
their lives; the three of them were a trio. What had started out as a deal to
satisfy his wife was now spiraling into something much bigger. Could he
overcome his own reservations and prejudices? Did he care enough about Harry to
be there for his friend, to give him this?
"I won't guarantee that I won't get squicked by it, but... well... okay." The
two men lay there for a long time; wondering how much their friendship had just
changed.
"Thanks." There was another pause. "Could you not say anything to Hermione?"
Ron sat bolt upright and stared at his friend like he’d grown a second head. 
"Not bloody likely mate! Do you have any idea how wobbly she'd go if I knew
that was going to happen and didn't warn her?"
Harry wouldn’t meet his gaze, a sure sign that he wasn’t sure of himself.  "I
don't know if it's even going to happen. I'd hate to have Hermione's perception
of me destroyed because of something I might do."
"Harry, you know she's even less likely to judge you for this than I am. She's
always been the better person. If I can live with this, you know she can."
Harry turned and looked at him.  Ron hadn’t seen that look on Harry’s face
since they were in school.  "Please, Ron, don't say anything. If I think it's
going to happen I'll tell her, you too."
Ron sighed and dropped on to his back again.  There was no help for it, Harry
had invoked the only claim he had on Ron, the bond of friendship formed in
years of hardship.  "You realize you're asking me to keep a secret from
Hermione. I think that may actually be harder to do than the other thing...but
I'll do it." Ron took a deep breath and blew it out slowly as he watched the
blinking of the stars. "Got any plans for next weekend?"
"I'll get back to you tomorrow. I have to check with my social director." They
were quiet again for a long time. Then, in an attempt to get back on normal
footing, Ron asked Harry about the dive that had almost splattered Harry all
over the Cannons’ goal post. Soon enough they were talking Quidditch and
everything seemed almost back to normal.
 
***** Chapter 4- Coming Together *****
                          Chapter 4- Coming Together
Ron was setting the table when the doorbell rang. He didn't even need to glance
at his watch to know what time it was, or who would be at the door. Ron took a
deep breath, and drew himself up. Normally, the person at the door would have
just knocked twice in rapid succession and would have been invited in. On an
occasion when he was expected, like tonight, he would just knock and come on
in. Apparently he felt, like Ron, that this night was unlike any other and that
everything would be very different.
"Hullo, Harry," Ron said as he opened the door. By unplanned coincidence, Harry
and Ron were both dressed up. Harry’s stark black slacks, white shirt, and red
and gold tie stood in sharp contrast to Ron’s varying tones of blue. In his
hand, Harry bore a towel wrapped bottle of wine.
"Ron," Harry said, inclining his head. "How are you?" The two men were rarely
so formal with one another, but it seemed appropriate.
"I'm good. Glad you could make it." Ron stepped aside and invited Harry in.
"Hermione's in the kitchen. She pulled out all the stops; cooking and
everything." Harry raised an eyebrow. Hermione in the kitchen was fairly rare,
Ron was the day-to-day cook in the house. "Have you, uh, decided yet?" Ron
asked as he fidgeted with his tie and ran his fingers through his hair.
Harry pulled out a chair and motioned for Ron to sit. "You've had a week to
think about it. Is it going to be a problem if I do? Is it going to change our
relationship as friends? Will you stop talking to me?"
Ron folded his hands on the table and leaned forward. "Harry, you and I have
been friends for more than half our lives. You were the best man at my wedding
and you're my brother-in-law. I wouldn't ever stop talking to you. Does this
make me a little nervous? Yeah, it does; but just because I don't know what to
expect." Ron paused and ran his hand through his hair again. "If it really
bothers me, I'll let you know."
Harry stood and put a hand on Ron's shoulder. "You're a good friend, a damn
good friend." He clapped Ron on the back and headed for the kitchen.  He paused
in the doorway for a fraction of a second to admire Hermione. Her short, curly,
light brown hair had been curled around the sides of her head, and then pulled
up in combs with ribbons that matched the cocktail dress that she was wearing;
a layered skirt with a lace overlay. He waited until she pulled the croissants
from the oven before he approached her on catlike feet. "You look very fetching
this evening," he said in a quiet voice over her shoulder.
When she turned to face him, she was blushing slightly. She gave him an
embarrassed smile, and accepted the kiss he placed on her cheek. "Thank you,
Harry." She kissed his cheek before taking the bottle of wine he presented her
with. "You look very dashing as well."
The oven timer went off and Hermione almost dropped the bottle of wine. "Little
nervous?" Harry asked.
"A bit, you?"
"Yeah. Tell you what, give me something to do and let's get through dinner.
Everything else will take care of itself later." She put a bowl of salad in his
hands.
"Here you go Action Man. Thanks." He smiled; it was a name she had given him
long ago.
Dinner was a pleasant affair. They talked about Quidditch, which Hermione was
able to keep up with as long as all they talked about were the current
standings. She caught them up on what was going on inside the Ministry. They
all studiously avoided the topic of what they were there to do.
*
Hermione grabbed her napkin and pressed it to her chin. She returned the half-
eaten chocolate covered strawberry to her plate and wiped away the cream that
had dripped from her mouth and on to her dress. Harry was trying hard not to
laugh. She was trying not to cry. She excused herself from the table and almost
ran to the powder room.
"Damn!" she said as she looked at the spot on her dress. There was a huge cream
and strawberry juice stain on the lace of her v-neck. She tried to wipe it off,
but it stubbornly wouldn't come out. She could feel the tears of frustration in
the back of her eyes. She had tried so hard; she had wanted tonight to be
perfect. She wanted to be appealing to Harry. She wanted to exude that
sexuality that would draw him to her. Why couldn't she capture it when she
really needed to?
She wiped at her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat. She almost cried
again when she looked in the mirror; her eyes were red and puffy. There was a
soft knock, and the door opened. Ron squeezed in behind her and closed the
door. She felt his long arms wrap around her waist andhis lips nuzzle their way
onto her neck. "Are you okay, honey?" She nodded, but said nothing.
"Do you want to back out?" he asked in a quiet voice of concern. She shook her
head. She wanted to do this, and had for a long time. She didn't want to
chicken out now.
His lips opened and wrapped around a sensitive spot just below her left ear.
His hands ran over the narrow flare of her hips and down her legs. When they
came back up, her skirt rode up and she felt his warm hands on the bare flesh
of her legs above her black stockings. He sucked on her neck just a bit, enough
to elicit a soft moan of gratification.
"You look beautiful tonight,"he rumbled into her neck. He turned her around and
cradled her face in his hands. "Stop trying so hard. You don't have to act like
a sex kitten to be one." He pressed his lips to hers then pulled away. "Just
calm down and everything will take care of itself." He trailed several kisses
across her face and neck. When he stopped, his lips were in the hollow of her
neck, his hips were between her legs, and she was sitting on the sink. She had
no idea how she had gotten there.
"See?" he said with a smile. "It will happen on its own." He looked around the
small room. "Although the powder room is not the most romantic of settings and
might be a bit small for the three of us." She leaned her forehead against his
shoulder and chuckled. She could always count on him to make her laugh when she
needed it. "Now, wash your face, and come out and sit down. Everything will be
fine." She looked up at him with a grateful smile. He placed a quick peck on
her lips, then slipped back out.
Back at the table, Harry and Ron were laughing about something when she came
in. She started to gather the dessert dishes, but Ron stopped her. "Sit down,
honey. I got this." Ron quickly gathered the dishes and cleared them away. It
was just her and Harry now. She stretched out her foot and tried to brush it
against his. Her foot didn't so much touch, more like collided with his. She
withdrew her foot with an embarrassed flush. She leaned forward and placed her
face in her hands, frustrated that this seemed to be so hard.
She heard his footsteps come around the table. "Hermione, do you remember the
first time you ever kissed me?" She felt his hands come to rest on her
shoulders. He was warm, his hands heavy and reassuring as they began to knead
her muscles. His voice was deep, and she could almost feel his gaze on the back
of her head.
"End of fourth year, at King's Cross," she answered. He ran his fingers up the
sides of her neck and over her ears.
"You know, I never returned that kiss." She felt his breath, hot and scented
with wine as it wafted over her cheek. His lips were light as they brushed
against her skin, then touched her again, and again, and then one more time as
they came to rest against her neck. She was caught somewhere between melting
and shivering. When his fingers trailed past the short sleeves of her dress and
over the light skin of her arms, her blood caught fire.
She leaned her head to the side and let Harry trail several lingering kisses
down her neck and into the hollows of her clavicle. She reached up and ran her
fingers through the back of his hair and pulled him against her. She heard
herself let out a soft moan. He ran his tongue across the back of her neck. She
rolled her head to the other side and let Harry continue to work his magic on
her.
She shivered when his lips vacated her skin, and he blew over the dampness his
tongue had left behind. She felt her chair being pulled back, and fingers
slipped under her hand and raised it up. "Coming, my dear?" she heard Ron ask
her.
"Not yet," she answered. She allowed Ron to pull her up out of the chair and
into his embrace. His lips were strong on her own, unlike the gentle lips that
were on the back of her neck. She felt hands wandering over her: down her
flanks, over her breasts, around her waist, along her cheek. She couldn't keep
track of them all as they raked and stroked, pinched and caressed, groped and
massaged.
Then there were the kisses. Her lovers seemed to be communicating in ways she
didn't understand; their moves were almost in perfect syncopation. She would
feel Ron's tongue wrestle with her own, then withdraw. He would kiss across her
cheek and down her throat. Then she would be turned just a little and Harry's
teeth would abandon her ear and his lips would find hers. Her head was spinning
so fast she could barely even respond to one sensation before it was replaced
by something new.
She grabbed a tie, she was so overloaded she wasn't even sure whose it was, but
she yanked on it and tore at the knot. When it was loose, she pulled the owner
down and crushed her lips to his. His hand wrapped around the back of her head
and returned the force. Her tongue shot forward, the mouth pulled at it and
sucked on it deeply. She knew that mouth. She ran her fingers into his hair and
found that she was right.
Then she felt a breath of cold air on her back, and realized her zipper was
open. Then her dress was in a puddle on the floor. "Purple is definitely your
color," Harry growled in her ear. She broke her kiss with Ron and leaned her
head back into Harry.
"You really think so?" she tried to ask as his tongue entered her mouth. Ron's
lips were in her cleavage now, his hands were on her hips, and her bra was
falling to the floor. She realized that there was one distinct disadvantage to
there being four hands on her. She couldn't keep track of them all. Then she
felt hands under her legs and she was airborne. "Oh my God!" she cried out as
her back came to rest on the cold, wooden table. It wasn't really all that
cold, but it was quite a bit colder than she was.
Then there were lips on her breasts, one set for each. She opened her eyes to
see who was where, trying to get a sense of what each was doing to her. Ron was
being the gentle one now; his kisses light and his tongue playful as it flicked
at her nipple. Harry was a little more aggressive, pulling on her as he
nibbled. She decided that this must be the reason breasts came in pairs and
moaned as she pulled them both against her.
She grabbed Harry and pulled him up. She yanked his shirt-tails from his pants
and fumbled with the buttons as he ran fingers over her lips. "Off," she
growled as she yanked at a button. Suddenly, Harry was shirtless.
"Good girl," he said as he pressed his lips to hers. She entwined her fingers
from one hand in Harry's hair as she kissed him with reckless abandon. Her
other pulled Ron's mouth hard to her chest as he sucked most of her breast into
his mouth. Then Ron arched and moaned, his finger tweaked the stiff nipple it
was playing with and his body went rigid. It was the same reaction he normally
gave when she reached into his underwear and squeezed his cock, but her hand
was nowhere near his prick. Hermione broke the kiss with Harry.
"What was that?" she asked breathlessly.
It was like a splash of cold water. Ron released her nipples and stood up.
Harry sat down.
"You didn't tell her, did you?" Ron asked.
"Tell me what?"
"Did it bother you, Ron?"
"Surprisingly, no."
"One of you two want to tell me what is going on here? And someone give me my
dress." She was suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was lying on the
dining room table in her knickers.
"You gonna tell her, or am I?" Ron asked, giving Harry a hard, accusing look.
"I will."
Harry turned to look at her with a serious expression, although his skin was
still flush with excitement. Ron helped her down off the table and handed her
the purple dress, which she clutched to her chest. Harry raised an eyebrow, but
said nothing as she sat down opposite him.
"You know Hermione, the three of us are a trio; a great trio. We've always been
there for each other. Fulfilling-"
"Harry, this is going to take all night if you try to use my explanations."
"It'll take even longer if you keep interrupting him."
"He's right though. The long and short of it is that when Ron asked me about
this, I told him if I did this, that I wanted to be able to touch him as well
as you."
Hermione felt her dress slipping from her fingers; she yanked it back up.
"Harry, you're...bi?" She turned to Ron, stung by the fact that he hadn't told
her. "And you two planned this out and you couldn't tell me? What about you?"
"Honey, I-"
"Hermione, don't be angry with Ron. This was my fault. I was supposed to tell
you before we started. Things just got... carried away."
"I can't believe you didn't tell me," she said to Ron, suddenly feeling keenly
isolated.
"I should probably go," Harry said, picking his pants up from the floor.
"Sit tight," Ron replied.
"Why?" Hermione asked her husband, begging him for an answer that would make
sense of all of this. That Harry might be bi-sexual was barely a consideration,
and quite frankly, not that surprising. She had built a life on knowing Ron and
what he stood for, his honesty and loyalty, and she could not understand why he
would keep such secrets from her; especially in light of their recent deep
honesty and openness with one another.
"Because I asked him, on our friendship, not to say anything to you." Hermione
turned to look at Harry now, her eyes riveted to his face. Harry had invoked
the one thing that would keep Ron silent, and for just a fraction of a second
she hated Harry for using that leverage.
"To answer your first question, I'm not bi. At least I don't think so. I'm just
curious what it would feel like to... touch... another man; blame Sirius and
Remus." He paused, seeming to gather his thoughts. "You and Ron are the only
people I would trust with that knowledge about me. Ginny doesn't even know; at
least not yet." Harry reached across the table and indicated he wanted
Hermione's hand. She gave him one, but held her dress in place with the other.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Don't be mad at Ron, though. He wanted to tell
you, he really did. He said not telling you was harder than letting me touch
him like that."
"Is that true?" Ron nodded to her. "And you're not going to abandon me for...
Justin?" she seemed to pull the name out of the air.
"Finch-Fletchley?" Ron laughed. "No, honey, I am not going to turn you over for
Justin." He took a deep breath and a serious expression settled over him. "I'm
doing this for Harry. We are the three of us, always have been, always will
be." He reached out and settled his hand over hers and Harry's.
She smiled, this was the man she knew and loved, always providing for his loved
ones; whatever they needed. She looked at Harry, who looked calm again. She
took a deep breath and considered the situation; if they were okay with this,
she could be okay with it. Ron was rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand;
Harry was tracing lines in her palm. Flickers of sensation began running up her
arm and triggering memories of sensations elsewhere. Now she just had to figure
out how to communicate to them that she was okay and wanted to try again.
"You're right, we are the three of us. But if we are all supposed to be equal
in this, how is it I'm the only one in my knickers?"
"What are you still doing in your knickers?" Harry asked with a sly grin as he
pulled their hands toward him and kissed them. She withdrew her hand and, with
an innocent smile, bolted for the bedroom.
*
"Shall we go after her?" Harry asked Ron. Ron thought for a moment: they could
follow like she wanted, or they could stay out here and let her curiosity get
the better of her. On the other hand, there was a lot more room in a king-size
bed than there was on the dining room table. Ron stood and pulled off his
shirt.
"Let's go, my wife awaits us." Ron dropped his pants to the floor, so that he
was now clad only in his black, silk boxers. Harry followed suit, revealing a
pair of fire engine red, men's Speedos. "Jesus, mate. How the hell do you keep
those things on?"
"Special occasions only," Harry replied. "They make a hell of a first
impression."
"I should say so. Hell, I'm impressed and I lived in the same dorm as you for
seven years." When the two men arrived in the bedroom there was no sign of
Hermione. Harry started to say something, but Ron shushed him and pointed to
the bed. He pointed, indicating Harry should go around to the far side.
Once they had taken up their positions they yanked the covers down to reveal
Hermione lying there, still in her purple lace knickers and garter with black
stockings. The two jumped into bed on either side of her and pulled the covers
back over themselves. Hermione giggled in the confined darkness, but it quickly
changed to a sigh.
Ron nuzzled his lips into her neck and reached down to drift his hand casually
up her leg. When he reached her crotch, he found another hand had already taken
up residence there. It squeezed and rubbed her, but had not yet slipped beneath
the material blocking access to the treasures within. Ron's hand slid farther
up, grazing nails over her the sensitive skin of her stomach. He went to grope
her far breast, but found that lips were already closed over that nipple.
Growling with frustration, he brought his hand over and traced lingering
circles around her other nipple as his mouth moved down to claim her moaning
lips.
He felt her hand slide down his chest. It didn't pause to tickle the trail of
hair across his stomach as she often did, but instead slipped under his
waistband. Her fingers wrapped around him and he shifted up closer to her as he
moaned into her mouth. Suddenly, she pulled away and released him.
"Dear God!" she said, kicking away the covers. Ron gulped the cool, fresh air.
He watched with amusement as Hermione tore away Harry's underwear. Having lived
with Harry for seven years during school, Ron knew how thickly Harry was hung.
Hermione, however, had never seen it before this moment. "Oh my God," she
breathed as she wrapped two hands around it and began to stroke. He watched as
she leaned forward and began to lick it, rather like a lollipop or an ice cream
cone.
Harry's head fell back against the pillows and he moaned. He reached down and
tangled his hands in her hair, Ron reached up and pulled them away. Harry
looked up at him, Ron just shook his head as though saying, ‘trust me, just
don't.’
Ron reached over to rub her arse, then slid a finger under her knickers and
found that she was very wet. He watched as she slowly worked her tongue and
lips around and over Harry. After several minutes, during which Ron divested
himself of his boxers, she finally opened her mouth and slid down over him.
Harry let out a moan that was suddenly cut off in a grimace and a wince. She
had only been able to take in half of it before she had to come back up and
went back to licking and kissing.
Ron peeled away the purple lace that had been blocking his full access to her.
She slid out of them, but only with a little prompting. It seemed she was pre-
occupied with the item in front of her. Ron suppressed the surge of jealousy
that tickled at him. He would not be envious of how much attention and
concentration his wife was devoting to Harry's cock. To slake his need to be
doing something, he laid down under her hips and flicked his tongue across her
engorged clit. She moaned, then stopped. Her voice was now replaced by a deep
loud moan from Harry.
Ron focused intently on the job at hand, or mouth, as it were. He grazed his
hands up the back of her thighs, over her soft cheeks, and slipped a thumb
inside her. His other hand continued to roam about, kneading and stroking her
soft skin. Her moaning got progressively louder, as did Harry's. Ron reached
downand gave himself a couple of strokes, then gave up. He slid out from
underneath Hermione and got up behind her.
She was on her hands and knees, her arse high in the air, and the smell of her
filled his senses. Settling in behind her, he placed his hands on her hips and
eased into her with a long smooth stroke. "Oh yes!" she called out as she
lifted up off of Harry. Then she settled back down over him again. Once Ron had
found a good rhythm, he opened his eyes and looked down. Harry seemed to be
flailing about, looking for something to do with his hands. Finally, he settled
them in the tangles of her hair, and tried to guide her farther down his
length.
Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he sat up slightly. "Ow," he said rather
quietly, having released Hermione's head. Ron chuckled to himself; she had bit
him on purpose.
"I tried to warn you mate." Harry sank back down again as her head began to
move slowly up and down. Ron slowed his rhythm so that he matched her pace.
Soon they were all making a great deal of noise. Hermione was flexing her
muscles with every back-stroke that Ron took and it felt like she was pulling
on him.
Harry began calling out, saying he was getting close. This only seemed to
encourage her. The strokes of her mouth slowed even more, but the hollows of
her cheeks drew in with each up stroke. Ron almost wished he were Harry at that
moment, because what she was doing was one of Ron's favorite sensations. He
knew her tongue would be dancing around as she sucked hard and deep. Ron began
to quicken his pace in anticipation. He wanted to be slamming in and out of her
when Harry came deep in her throat.
Suddenly, Harry threw his arms out and shouted. Hermione stopped moving, but
Ron knew she was by no means still. He could almost feel the suction on his own
cock as he pounded in and out of her. She pulled up off of Harry and screamed.
Cum was still oozing from Harry's cock as her cries of 'Yes!' echoed through
the room.
There was a shift on the bed and Ron forced his eyes open to see Harry sliding
underneath her, his legs wrapping around the outside of hers. He pulled her
down to him and kissed her deeply, his mouth absorbing her screams.
Suddenly, her whole body began to quiver and shake. Ron smiled broadly and
continued to ride her until she could take no more. Spent and exhausted, she
cried out and lurched forward to collapse on top of Harry. Ron stood there for
a moment, his dick sticking out like flagpole. It had happened before, where he
would get just the right angle on her and she would orgasm so hard she was just
too sensitive to take any more. He knew she just needed a couple of minutes to
rest and regain her senses, then they could pick up again. She seemed cozy
enough for the moment. "Be right back," Ron said and headed down to the
kitchen.
*
"That was something," Harry said as he hugged her and gave her a light kiss.
"Why did he stop, since he obviously wasn’t done yet?"
"I have this spot, and if he hits it just right I go into overload. It’s like
every nerve and every muscle in my body begins to pulse rapidly. It’s not a g-
spot, it’s something else." She took a deep breath and leaned against Harry,
listening to his steady heartbeat and using it to steady her own. "I just need
a minute to calm down."
"Where's he going?" Harry asked.
"Get something to drink, maybe some chocolate," she answered after a few
seconds. "When it's really good he wants cheeseburgers. Don't ask me why."
"I thought only women got after sex cravings." Usually the most he ever wanted
was a glass of water.
"No, I get them less often than he does, but when I do, mine are a lot more
exotic." Harry made a noise that indicated he wanted her to continue. She
shivered as his hand stroked lightly up and down her back. "Usually something
spicy: thai food, really hot salsa, buffalo chicken strips."
"If you want really good spice, try kung pao chicken." Next to kimshi, it was
the spiciest oriental food he had ever eaten. The place he and Ginny ordered
from used three kinds of peppers and came with a warning.
She grinned up at him. "I know," she replied, just before she kissed him
lightly. "I have leftovers in the refrigerator." Harry raised an eyebrow and
then turned her over and kissed her again; this time more deeply. She writhed
under him a bit. Then, seemingly comfortable, she wrapped her arms around his
neck and kissed him back. Her lips were soft and wet, and she tasted a little
salty. Her lips were thinner than Ginny's, and he could feel it in the way she
kissed. There was more mouth and tongue involved; less focus on the lips
themselves. Finally, he adjusted to her style and dove in with his tongue.
He liked the way she kissed; it indicated more action, less sensuality. He
rolled over again, and felt her slick pussy graze over his limp cock. He began
to stir. She kissed her way across his jaw line and nibbled at his ear. He ran
his hands up her flanks and gently caressed her breast. "Eat me," she whispered
into his ear.
He hadn't even really had time to react, when she lifted herself up off of him
and settled her thighs on either side of his head. As he looked up at her he
could see past her patch of dark brown hair, over her stomach to the swell of
her breasts with their small pink nipples. She was looking down at him now, her
eyes very intense. He placed his hands under her bum where she was sitting on
his shoulders, and lifted. He brought his mouth up to her succulent lips, and
kissed her. It was not a light or tentative kiss, nor a tongue filled kiss, but
a deep kiss like he would place on her mouth.
"Oh!" she cried sharply and ground down against his lips. He kissed and sucked
her. She was sweet and rich, honey smooth and thick, it was a pleasant taste
that excited the senses and the libido. He felt blood begin to trickle into his
cock again. She writhed and pushed against his mouth, her body begging for
more. He opened his mouth wider and pulled her open with him. His tongue pushed
out and began to swirl around inside her. She cried out again.
He broke away from her lips and pushed his tongue up through her folds until it
rubbed over her clit. She shuddered and called out his name. That was it. That
was the key. Blood began to rush into his cock now, and it swelled a little
more every time she called his name. It was intoxicating. Ginny was a moaner,
but rarely actually said anything unless she was talking dirty. To hear his
name cried out like this was a whole new kind of turn on. He used his thumbs to
open her to him, and pushed his tongue back and forth over her clit. He rubbed
it with the bottom of his tongue, the top, the tip, and even the sides. All the
time she was calling his name. He took hold of her hand and guided it toward
his cock.
Sensing what he wanted, but unable to reach back that far, she lifted up off of
his face and turned around. She settled her knees on either side of his chest,
and leaned forward slightly. Harry reached up and pulled her hips back down
against his face. "Say my name," he rumbled, then he licked her again. She
pushed down against him and called out his name. In response, he pushed his
head up farther and buried his tongue inside of her.
Her hand was warm against his skin, and his cock jerked as she gripped him. She
began to stroke him as he lavished attention on her pussy. "I want to feel you
inside me," she groaned in a husky voice after several minutes. Harry had no
complaints with that as she lifted up off of him and perched herself above his
erection. She rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over her slit several
times, until the head was covered in her juices. Then she lowered herself down
onto him.
He let out a low growl as she opened up around him. He could feel her walls
stretching to accommodate him. She was moving very slowly and breathing very
audibly, but he was simply luxuriating in the feeling of what was going on
inside of her. As she stretched inside, she seemed to be tightening outside.
She was squeezing him, rippling along his length, seeming to pull at him.
Finally, with a long sigh, he felt her settle against him.
He rolled his hips under her, pushing up slightly and she rose with him. There
was nothing rushed about this, she wasn't ready to be pushed yet and he didn't
want to. This was good, this long, slow, tantalizing pleasure.  It was
different from the way that he and Ginny made love. She leaned forward
slightly,and ran her hands up his chest.
"That's it," he whispered to her, "nice and slow." He was beginning to wonder
what was taking Ron so long, but when she leaned over and ran a tongue over his
nipple, the thought went right out of his head. He ran his hands up her thighs,
over the subtle flare of her hips, along the skin of her flanks, until at last
they cupped her breasts. She wasn't as curvaceous or her body as yielding as
what he was used to, but this was a beauty all its own.
He pushed up against her slowly and heard her gasp. He was pushing deeper now,
and she gave way before him. He pulled back and rolled forward again. Her hips
began to rock back and forth above him. Her lips were climbing their way up his
throat. He craned his head back so that she could get to more. When at last her
lips found his again, they moved together in soft unhurried movements.
He felt a weight on the bed to his right. Hermione apparently felt it too,
because she broke their kiss and turned to look. Harry watched as Ron leaned
forward to kiss his wife. Their kiss was light, more like brushing their lips
over one another. Their lips came to together again, this time the kiss was
deeper, but still tender. Harry marveled at how things changed. Watching the
two of them kiss like this when he was younger, when they were in school, had
always caused him to say things like 'get a room' and 'take it somewhere else.'
Now though, as he heard her whimpers of pleasure and watched them kiss, it
turned him on and made him want to join them.
He lifted himself up and began to trail kisses along her neck and cheek. As his
mouth neared hers though, Ron started to move away. Harry reached up and placed
a hand on Ron's cheek so that he couldn't move away. His lips insinuated
themselves into the kiss. All three seemed a bit tentative. Ron was tense; the
muscles in his face were tight and Harry imagined that his brows were furrowed.
Hermione's kisses were jumpy, as though she wasn't sure what to do or how to do
it. Harry knew his own were just as weak. He wasn't sure what would happen if
any one of them fully committed to this, but he knew that if he didn't no one
else would.
He opened his mouth slightly and ran his tongue over Hermione's lips. She
responded by opening her mouth and pushing her tongue against Ron's mouth.
Harry could feel Ron's uneasiness in his breathing. "Ron," Hermione breathed
between their three mouths. Her tone was inviting and welcoming. Harry felt a
second set of lips against his, this one full and stronger, with a tickling of
moustache against his nose. Harry kissed back before they could escape. Ron had
a more rugged feel to him, and the wine on his lips tasted good.
Hermione's tongue poked against his and Ron's joined lips. They both opened up
and suddenly the three mouths were a tangle of tongues; each one trying to
taste both of the other two. Harry found he could find no difference in the
texture of the two tongues, save that Ron kept his stiffer and more pointed.
His hand that had been caressing Hermione now rode up to tangle in her hair,
while the one that had held Ron's cheek now grazed over it and gripped the back
of his neck. Ron gasped and moaned.
"This is turning you on, isn't it dear?" Hermione said, more statement than
question.
"I never thought watching my wife make love to another man could be so...
erotic," Ron replied without pulling away.
"Must be genetic," Harry murmured. Before either one could respond though,
Harry thrust his cock deeper into Hermione. She broke from the kiss and moaned
loudly. Harry pushed his lips hard against Ron and forced his tongue into his
friend's mouth. Ron responded with a kind of aggression Harry hadn't quite
expected. He was a powerful kisser, and his technique was very dominant. When
the kiss broke after only a few seconds, Harry fell back against the pillow
again. "Do you always kiss like that?" Harry asked Ron.
"Like what?" Hermione asked.
"Like this." Ron grabbed Hermione by the back of the head and leaned into her.
Harry watched as Ron literally plundered her mouth, bending her neck back as he
moved over her. Harry continued to rock his hips into her, causing her to moan
loud enough that he could hear her despite her attachment to Ron's lips. He
tore his eyes away from their mouths and allowed himself the luxury of
examining the bodies before him.
Hermione's body was small and tight, almost what one might call athletic, but
lacking the stark muscular definition. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned
along the lines of a conservative one-piece bathing suit. Her breasts were
considerably smaller than what he was used to, but they were quite firm and
pushed out away from her body to a point. Her areolas were a darker pink and
puckered tightly around her small nipples. Her stomach was slightly rounded and
her hips narrow.
Ron's chest was flat, with a patch of flame red hair in the middle. His stomach
was flat, though not really defined. He had a long stripe of fairly thick hair
that ran from his navel down into his pubic region. From there, his cock stood
at rigid attention. Harry tried to examine it critically; it was considerably
thinner than his own, though no thinner than what was probably average.
However, it was quite long. Harry figured he could wrap both hands around it
and the head and maybe a little more would still poke out the top.
His curiosity piqued, he reached out and wrapped a hand around Ron. He took a
couple of strokes. The skin moved easily and Ron was moaning now too. Ron
guided Hermione's hand down to where Harry was pulling on him. Harry let go,
thinking that Ron wanted a woman's touch there. However, once Hermione's hand
had settled and began to play and tickle, Ron reached forward and pulled
Harry's hand back. The two of them stroked Ron's cock together.
Harry watched as Ron brought a hand up to Hermione's chest and began to tease
one of her nipples. He had lost track of Ron’s other hand though, the one that
had been tangled in Hermione's hair. Then he found it as he felt Ron's fingers
tickle over his scrotum. "Oh yeah," he growled. That was a sensation he hadn't
been expecting, and it was very nice. Hermione continued to grip him and slide
up and down him, and now Ron's hand began to gently caress and squeeze his
balls. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Hermione fell forward
and kissed him.
She kissed him eagerly, sucking on his tongue, nipping at his lips. Her moaning
was punctuated by a sharp "wow!" as Harry felt Ron slide his finger up his cock
and around her folds. Harry was having a very hard time concentrating on the
cock in his hand, so he redoubled his efforts with long sure strokes. Hermione
pushed herself upright again.
"Harry, I'm getting close, push harder." Never one to completely ignore
Hermione's requests, he placed both hands on her hips and began to bounce her
harder and faster. She began to cry out his name as she pushed herself hard
against him. Harry felt another hand on him and realized that Ron had turned.
He was still cupping Harry with one hand, and now the other was rubbing
Hermione's clit and Harry's cock at the same time.
Hermione let out an ear-piercing shriek that seemed to go on forever. She
clenched against him, and he could feel fluid running down his cock and over
his balls. The pressure, combined with Ron's attentions, was too much. "I'm
coming," he groaned with one last hard thrust up into her. She yelled out his
name one last time when he exploded into her. Ron kept stroking and squeezing
them both until they begged him to stop. Hermione lifted up off of him and he
fell out, limp and spent.
"Oo, honey, is that for me?" Hermione asked as she dropped down into her
husband's arms. She reached down and stroked his stiff cock. Ron rolled over
and perched himself above her.
"Yes, it is." He leaned down and kissed her deeply, crushing her body under
his. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. He lifted his
hips and nudged forward.
"Oh yes," Hermione sighed as Ron pushed himself up. He brought her knees
together and began to take long strokes in and out of her. Harry crawled over
and stretched out crosswise to her. He affixed his lips to hers, this time
really enjoying the kiss. Ron's strokes weren't terribly urgent, and he had the
look of a man who had just settled in for a long stay.
"Think you can get up again?" Hermione whispered to Harry as she tried to
slither a hand under him.
"I get hard with a little help from my friends," Harry replied. "How long do we
have?"
"A while," she replied. "Want a little help from a friend?" Harry kissed her
again, then perched next to her and she lifted her head to his. Harry watched
as she opened her mouth and closed it around his flaccid penis. He felt her
teeth scrape him lightly, but not so much to be a serious problem, yet. Blood
began to flow back into his member and he began to fill out again. Ginny loved
his recovery ability, but truth be known he would rather have Ron's staying
power.
Hermione moaned into him as Ron leaned forward just a bit. The three of them
found a good rhythm, and the minutes passed by. At one point Harry leaned over
and pulled Ron toward him. Their tongues grappled and wrestled, and the more
intensely Ron kissed him, the more he found himself groping and rubbing his
friend. His cock swelled to its full proportions and Hermione's teeth began to
scrape him uncomfortably. He pulled out of her mouth. "Ron, swap with me."
"You sure about that?" Ron asked without opening his eyes. Hermione was panting
now that her mouth was empty.
"Yes," Hermione said in a far-gone voice. Her eyes were closed as well. "Swap
with him, I want to taste you." Hermione rolled over on to her hands and knees
and patted the bed in front of her. Ron complied with her wish and Harry
settled in behind her. "Take it easy Harry," she said, "I'm not designed to
accommodate that monster of yours."
Harry waited until she looked comfortable and had settled into a groove on Ron.
He rubbed his cock up and down her saturated slit and pushed her knees apart.
He nudged into her just a bit and she let out a deep, guttural moan that Ron
echoed. Harry began to take short strokes. He could feel her stretching again;
this time not as much though. He started pushing deeper into her and she went
from light moaning to full incomprehensible yelling as he pushed in to the
hilt.
Her scream into Ron's crotch made him cry out to the gods above, and Harry took
a long retracting stroke. When he pushed forward again, she leaned back into
him. He started to pick up speed now and he could tell it was taking all of her
effort not to scream out loud. Harry wanted her to scream, but she seemed to be
trying to get Ron to come for her.
"Oh yes, just like that, suck it hard!" Ron shouted. This pushed Harry even
harder. It wasn't Ginny whispering dirty phrases in his ear, but it was
something. He wrapped his hands around her hips and started pulling her back
hard against him as he slammed forward.
"Oh yes, fuck me Harry, fuck me!" she shouted. This was something new and
terribly exciting. Ginny had started talking dirty to him a long time ago, and
she could get pretty raunchy; but the idea of Hermione saying 'fuck me' was so
taboo that it was an instant turn-on. Harry began to pound her harder.
As he looked down he could see that Hermione was trying to concentrate on Ron,
but was having a devil of a time doing it. He watched Ron's hand slide up and
down his long shaft. "Yes, keep it up Harry, make her say it again." Ron slid
out from under Hermione and then turned around and slid back under her. This
time though, his head ended up under where she and Harry were joined. Harry
shivered as Ron's tongue passed over him.
"Oh Harry, fuuuuck meeee!" Hermione squealed. She spasmed, and clenched him,
then she was screaming and shouting and her increased pressure on his cock made
Harry cum. He exploded inside her like a bomb, and she squealed once more as
she wrapped her mouth around Ron's cock and buried it there.
"Oh fuck yes!" Ron growled from beneath them. Harry felt Ron's large hands on
his arse, forcing him deeper into Hermione. When Ron started getting vocal,
Harry pulled out of Hermione and dropped down onto the bed next to her. He
reached over and took hold of the base of Ron’s cock and began to jerk him into
her mouth. She glanced to the side and raised her eyebrows. Harry moved in
closer and she removed Ron’s cock from her mouth and pointed it toward Harry.
"Show me," he said. She smiled and ran her tongue over the head and sucked in
just the tip of it. When she was done, Harry leaned over and did the same. When
he sucked the head of it in, Ron made several strangled sounds, none of which
sounded unpleasant. Harry slid down lower, wondering how much of it he could
get in his mouth. About halfway down, it stabbed him in the back of the throat
in a way that was uncomfortable, so he stopped and sucked on it while moving
his tongue around. Hermione began licking and kissing the half Harry could not
get in his mouth.
"Holy…fucking…shit!" Ron yelled out and slapped at the bed. Harry recognized
the sudden jerking and pulsing of Ron’s cock as in impending orgasm. Harry
sucked hard and was rewarded with a solid blast of cum. Unfortunately he could
not swallow fast enough and had to let go to avoid choking. Hermione grabbed
Ron’s cock in her mouth and opened up so Harry could watch her catch and
swallow. Ron made a series of inarticulate sounds as his cock finally went limp
in their hands.
"You missed some," Hermione said with a smile as she scooped a drop of semen
off Harry’s chin. Harry took the proffered finger into his mouth and sucked on
it. Her eyes closed in a dreamy look of satisfaction.
"Come here, you two," Ron said, grabbing the two of them and pulling them to
him. The three kissed for several minutes, sometimes tangling all three mouths
together at once; other times one would kiss another while the third licked and
nibbled at the other two.
Finally spent, Harry lay back and stretched out for a long moment, just
breathing deeply and calming himself. Never, even in his best fantasies, had it
been that good.
Harry watched, amazed, as somehow Ron found the strength to stand. He pulled
Hermione into a standing position and leaned over and kissed her deeply. Harry
pulled himself up and joined them. Harry noted that Hermione leaned heavily on
them both, but kissed with as much enthusiasm as either of them. Ron led
Hermione into the master bath and closed her in. He and Ron stripped the sheets
and blankets, and by the time Hermione emerged again they were both stretched
out and waiting for her.
*
"You okay, Honey?" Hermione asked in an exhausted voice.
"My kingdom for a chili-cheeseburger," Ron mumbled. Hermione chuckled and
kissed him tenderly. She nestled down into the crook of his body, his legs
pulled up behind her until she was spooned protectively by his lanky frame.
"How about you, Harry?" she asked, pulling Harry to her. He curled up, facing
her, and laid his head on her shoulder, just above her breast. She was glad
that someone had thought to open the window as a nice, cool breeze blew over
the three of them.
"I'm all right, you?" he asked.
"Never better," she replied before kissing Harry, "never better." They drifted
off to sleep, the three of them united as never before.
***** Chapter 5--Unexpected News *****
                          Chapter 5- Unexpected News
Harry opened the door to his house and entered quietly. He figured Ginny was
probably upstairs sleeping, and he didn't want to wake her. At least he didn't
want to wake her until he crawled into bed with her. He kicked his shoes off,
and crept through the living room, focused on the stairs that led up to the
master bedroom suite.
"Not even going to say good morning?" The sultry voice behind him didn’t
startle him; rather it made him smile as he turned around. In the large, two-
person recliner sat his wife, covered to the throat by a handmade red and gold
quilt. Her coppery red tresses cascaded down around her face and spilled over
the quilt. Her lips were painted a lush red and looked delectably kissable.
"Morning, my sweet." Harry knelt down in front of the chair and hugged her
through the blanket. As he looked closer he realized she must have been up for
quite a while getting ready for him. She had made herself up, curled her hair
in elaborate ringlets, and was wearing a perfume he didn't recognize but liked
very much. He reached up and touched his lips to hers. Their kiss was long and
sensual. Hermione had an interesting kissing style, but he much preferred
Ginny's. Her lips were fuller and sealed much better against his own. There was
nothing sloppy about kissing her; it was all in the lips.
"Was it everything you hoped for?" she asked, after they finally broke their
kiss.
"And more," he replied.
"Really?" Her voice wavered just a bit. Harry knew what was coming next; Ginny
had felt threatened by Hermione for years. Only their marriage and the wedding
of Ron and Hermione had given Ginny that final sense of security in her
relationship with Harry. Now that was being threatened.
"But not for the reasons you might think."
Harry stood up and held out a hand to her. She snaked a hand out, and he caught
sight of something white, sheer, and sexy. When he pulled her to her feet, her
quilt fell away and his jaw dropped. She was draped with a sheer, white robe,
trimmed in white fur. Beneath it her soft, voluptuous curves were barely
concealed by a white satin corset. Her ample breasts were spilling out the top,
and when she stretched her arms above her head her large nipples threatened to
pop out. His eyes raked down her body to take in the scrap of white lace that
was masquerading as underwear. White stockings, attached by garters to the
corset, set his pulse racing. The crowning achievement was a pair of white,
strappy heels; what Ginny normally referred to as ‘fuck me pumps’.
Harry groaned in satisfaction as he pulled her hard against him. Her head
tipped back as his lips sought her throat. Her body was lush, full, and hot
against him. "God, you look good in white," he breathed into her. In response,
she raked her nails up his back and down his arms. With one hand he reached up
and began to pull at the buttons on his shirt. As he pulled at them, she leaned
forward and ran her tongue around and into his ear. She reached down and yanked
at his belt, which pulled loose. Another flick of her skillful fingers and his
pants were sliding over his hips.
"Not the red ones," Ginny stuck out her bottom lip in a pronounced pout.
"Sorry," Harry murmured into her collarbone. He looked at her; she was so
adorable when she pouted. He leaned forward and nipped her bottom lip. "For
what its worth, they worked; even Ron was impressed."
"Really?" Ginny looked astonished. "That's saying something, considering, you
know, how-" she moved her hands to indicate length.
"You actually know that about your brother?"
"Harry," Ginny said in a very matter of fact tone. "I grew up in a house with
seven men; half of whom have been flamboyant exhibitionists since birth. I
can't tell you the number of times I've seen them in their underwear, less on a
few occasions." Harry gave her an intrigued look, wondering if that was the
root of her voyeuristic tendencies.
"Don't give me that look. It wasn't intentional! I got stuck in Ron's closet
once; I was in there poking around, looking for something. He came in with this
letter from Hermione and promptly flopped down on the bed." Her look became
more amused now. "To make matters worse, he starts reading it out loud, not
very loud, but just loud enough that I could overhear what he said. It was...
descriptive, shall we say. Well, before I can do or say anything, he whips it
out and starts stroking himself." She blushed a deep, Weasley red. "It was...
educational."
"Did he ever find out?"
"Oh, God no! My brother and I love each other dearly, but I don't think that he
would he would be very happy if he knew that had I watched him pleasure
himself." She was blushing so deeply that her shoulders were actually colored
now.
"Especially if he knew that you got off on it. Didn’t you?" Harry managed to
say it without sounding accusing. She nodded, but said nothing. "You are so…
bad," Harry said in an I-like-'em-bad tone of voice. Harry pushed her gently
back down into the chair; she gave him a coquettish smile. He climbed into the
chair with her and straddled her legs. He pushed the back down and she kicked
out the foot-board, locking the chair into a reclining position. "Show me how
you do it. Show me how you get yourself off."
It was by no means the first time he had asked her to masturbate for his
pleasure, and it certainly wouldn't be the last time either. "Under one
condition," she said, running her hands up and rubbing the material of her robe
against the naked tops of her breasts. "I want you to tell me all about it,
every detail: every moan, every groan, every screaming orgasm. I want to hear
it all."
Harry leaned forward and crushed her soft form under his. His tongue plundered
her mouth and she gave as good as she got. He kissed down her chin, down her
throat, around the base of her neck and up to her ear. "You asked for it," he
said with a devilish tone. "I'm warning you though, there are a few surprises
along the way, but I think you'll like them." He tangled his fingers in her
hair and his mouth went to work on her ear; kissing, nibbling, sucking, and
licking.
She pushed him upright, and he settled back on his haunches. "So, where do you
want to start?" he asked, eager to be sharing this with the woman he loved and
lusted for.
"How did it start? Who got naked first?"
"We trapped her between us. We started kissing her; nibbling and sucking on her
neck and her lips and her ears." As he talked, he ran a finger across her lips,
along her jaw line and up around her ear. "We were using hands on her too, like
this," he slid his hands up her flanks and cupped her breasts. When he went
lower again he grazed his nails across her stomach where her robe was open.
"Ooh," she moaned as Harry continued to talk, describing the way Hermione would
moan and squeak. Her eyes were closed, as though she was trying to picture what
Harry was talking about. Her hands began to wander over her body of their own
accord.
"She shivered when I unzipped her dress." He blew across the tops of her
breasts and untied the satin ribbon that was holding her top shut. She shivered
under him and her hands came to squeeze her breasts. Harry pulled at the laces
as he told her about laying Hermione on the dining room table. "I sucked her
nipple into my mouth." He took Ginny's nipple between his teeth and pulled on
it lightly. Her large nipple stiffened to a point in his mouth. "Meanwhile, Ron
was teasing her other one." He moved to the other breast, and flicked and wound
his tongue in circles around her areola, pausing occasionally to blow on it.
She moaned, displacing Harry's lips as she pulled at her nipples and squeezed
her breasts together. Harry lifted himself off of her so that he could pull off
his underwear, which was starting to get very restrictive. She opened her eyes
and looked at him. He kept talking though, as he settled down next to her and
traced a lazy finger up her thigh.
"We moved into the bedroom and spread out on the bed. Our hands and lips were
everywhere on her." He cupped the warm spot between Ginny's legs and gave it a
squeeze before dragging his finger along the lace material. "She squirmed and
writhed under our touch," he ran tickling fingers along Ginny's stomach and
hips. She made a sound that was half a giggle, half a groan of pleasure. The
more he talked, the more he teased, the louder Ginny got.
"Tell me," Ginny said, when he talked about Hermione going down on him. "Did
she scratch you? Could she get her mouth around you?"
"Not with the skill you do," he answered in a quiet voice. "She's an amateur
next to you." Ginny pulled his finger into her mouth and slid up and down it.
Her hands pressed their way down her body, and slid under her waistband as
Harry told her about tasting his cum in Hermione's mouth, whilst Ron pounded
her from behind.
"Did you like it?" Ginny asked. "Would you do it again?"
"You mean would I taste it in your mouth?" Ginny nodded. "I would." Her eyes
closed and her back arched as her fingers wrestled under the thin material of
her knickers. "Does that turn you on?"
"Yeeeesssss!" She shimmied out of the lace that had covered her. Harry gaped in
amazement at what he saw. She had shaved herself. He dropped the kick board and
the recliner rocked forward. He dropped to the floor and draped her knees over
his shoulders, then proceeded to lick the bare skin around her opening. She
writhed and squirmed and giggled as he kissed and licked and teased.
"Like that, do you?" she asked. He didn't even stop to answer, but rather let
his actions answer for him. "Like my naked little pussy?" She sighed as he ran
his tongue from her ass, up her opening, around her clit, and over her bare
skin. "I thought you wanted to watch me play with it," she panted.
"How the hell do you expect me to make a choice like that?" he asked between
licks.
"Lie down and I'll make it for you." He complied with her request. She stood
over him and pulled her robe out behind her. She settled down and straddled
him, the plump cheeks of her arse resting on his chest. The diaphanous material
of her robe was smooth on his cock, which pointed at the sky. He watched as she
ran her fingers over the smooth flesh and pulled open her swollen lips. She
dipped a finger into the wetness and began making two-fingered circles on her
clit. "Keep talking."
She rubbed herself at a slow pace as he described the taste of Hermione's
pussy. He knew about her desire to taste another woman; Hermione in particular.
He described with as much detail as he could what it was like, and how she
reacted. Ginny seemed to be in a right state now, she was far-gone, moaning and
groaning as she ground her hips against her fingers. Then she slowed down
again, her hands trailing over the rest of her body. She seemed to be waiting
for something, some big moment that would drive her over the top.
He described Hermione settling down over him, the feeling of her stretching
around him. Ginny's hands dipped lower again, rubbing over her mound and
squeezing her lips. When she touched her clit again, she drew in a sharp
breath. She was close, he knew by the sound of her breathing that she could
peak any minute. He decided to tell her the one thing that would, he expected,
absolutely set her off.
"Ron crawled into the bed, Hermione was sitting up on me again. He leaned over
and kissed her." She was rubbing herself furiously now; two fingers literally a
blur over her clit. "Then I took Ron by the cheek and pressed my lips to his."
"Oh God!" Ginny screamed out. Her tone was surprise as much as ecstasy. He
lifted her arse from his chest and sealed his lips to hers, tasting her
caramel-like cum as it flooded his mouth. She grabbed him by the hair and
pulled him hard up against her. After several seconds of not being able to
breathe, he was released and fell back down.
Ginny dropped down next to him; then climbed atop him. She brought her legs
together and trapped his cock in the joint of her thighs so that he was pushed
against the smooth wetness of her naked pussy. She ground against him a little
bit. "Your hair tickles me now." Then a serious expression settled over her
features. "You kissed another man?"
"I did," he responded simply. He knew though, that he would have to explain the
rest of it to her, so he decided to forge ahead. "I know that you think it's
sexy when two tough looking guys kiss. You told me that after the first time I
caught you staring at Sirius and Remus when you saw them kiss." He swallowed.
"To tell you the truth, the idea used to make me queasy, but I spent a lot of
time talking to Sirius and Remus about it. They said the only way to cure my
unease and answer my questions was to try it. Neither of them would do it
though, since they both think of me like a son. So I kept it to myself."
"You couldn't tell me about it?" she sounded a little hurt by this.
"I didn't know if I could bring myself to do it. I mean, I know the idea turns
you on, but I just couldn't really picture myself doing it. Then Ron came to me
with this proposition of a threesome, and there was the answer. He was uneasy
too, but your brother is the best friend anyone could ask for. He did it for
me. He let me kiss him, let me stroke his cock, and he did the same for me;
just so that I could experience it."
She rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel her tremble and realized she
was crying. "Ginny, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?"
When she looked up at him her face was already a wreck. Crying did not agree
with her complexion, and the tears were making her make-up run. "You say you
did this in part for me, but you couldn't even tell me about it until
afterwards?" She pushed herself up off of him and wiped at her eyes, smearing
her mascara even worse. "It's just like being in school again. You three do
everything together and tell me about it afterward." She yanked at something on
her left hand. "Fine, why don't you just move in with them and be the trio
forever!" Something bounced off his chest and she ran from the room.
He looked over to see her wedding ring lying on the carpet next to him. "Shit."
He rolled over and picked up the glittering gold and diamond ring. He pushed
himself up and followed her to the bedroom, but the door was locked. He knocked
on the door, but she screamed at him to just go away. Dejected and upset, he
made his way down the hall to the second bathroom for a hot shower to clear his
head and figure out how to fix this. This was going to be particularly hard;
Hermione had always been his best source of relationship advice, but this time
he was going to have to muddle through on his own.
 
-----------------
 
Harry stepped out on to the wide balcony and looked out over the hustle and
bustle of London.  He let the light and sound wash over him as his thoughts
turned inward.  Despite almost eight years of marriage to Ginny, he was still
learning to master those skills of ‘communication’ and ‘empathy’ that seemed to
make for happy marriages. Not that he and Ginny weren’t happily married, they
were, but there were times when everything just seemed to go to hell in a hand-
basket.  Unfortunately, he was usually the one carrying the hand-basket.
 
He looked over his shoulder into the house, Ginny and Angelina were still
inside, deep in hushed conversation.  He breathed a silent ‘thank you’ for
Angelina, if it wasn’t for her insight they might never have come to understand
the real problems between them.  They had tried to talk it out themselves, but
in a week they hadn’t gotten anywhere. The two of them both had “intimacy
issues” that kept them from revealing their deepest desires and fears. He had
assumed that marrying Ginny would overcome her insecurities, but apparently
not.
 
He turned so he could watch Ginny. The way she gesticulated when she talked;
the way her fingers constantly toyed with a stray curl of hair that drove him
to distraction; the way she filled out a tight pair of jeans and threatened to
spill out of her v-neck top.  There was no way he would ever leave her, and it
wasn’t just the physical attraction she held.  Where ever she was, it was like
home, like home should be. She was loud, boisterous siblings and quiet,
intimate moments. She was contented domesticity and raucous parties.  She was
the girl next door and a scarlet seductress. She was the embodiment and
realization of all his fantasies and hopes and dreams. He needed to find a way
to explain that to her, but he thought it would be best if it was just the two
of them for that conversation.
 
He stuck his head through the doorway. “How long are you ladies going to be?”
he asked as a plan began to take shape.
 
“Just a couple more minutes,” Ginny said. Harry thought he detected a slight
tone, but it didn’t match the twinkle in her eye. “Why?”
 
“I thought I might go and pick up dinner for the two of us, and then meet you
back at the house.”
 
Ginny glanced at Angelina as though looking for some kind of permission.
“Sure,” she said with a broad smile.  “Thirty minutes?”
 
“Perfect,” he replied. “See you then. Love you.” He was about to Apparate away
when he stopped and realized what he was doing.  He walked inside and kissed
his wife on the cheek, turned and said “thank you,” to Angelina, then
disappeared with a twist of his wrist. Twenty minutes later he appeared in his
kitchen with his hands full of grocery bags. Ginny wasn’t home yet, so he had a
few minutes to prepare for her.
 
When she Apparated in a few minutes late, he was sprawled on the living room
floor next to a blanket covered with bowls of dipping sauces and platters of
things to dip that ranged from shrimp to strawberries. “You’ve been busy,” she
said with a smile as she tried to hide a brown paper sack behind her back.
“Were you planning to eat all that yourself?”
 
“I was hoping I might have some company,” he said in an off-hand manner as he
smiled at her. Despite the weight of the conversation they’d had that
afternoon, by the end of it they were starting to flirt and play with each
other again. He was trying to keep the mood light, with that same playful tone.
He picked up a small strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate. “The
strawberries are particularly good,” he said as he popped it in his mouth.
 
“Hold that thought. I’m going to slip into something a little more
comfortable.”
 
That made Harry smile. When she ‘slipped into something more comfortable’ it
almost always involved large amounts of lace and exposed skin. This time it was
silk baby doll pyjamas in light blue. He smiled broadly at her as she stopped
in the doorway to model it for him. “Very nice,” he said as he patted the floor
next to him and made a show of scooting over to make room for her.
 
“You and Angie have a good conversation after I left?” he asked after she was
settled down and he poured her a glass of champagne.
 
“We had an interesting conversation,” she replied and gave him a coy smile.
“You might find out about some of it later,” she sipped her champagne, “if
you’re a good boy.”  Harry smiled but said nothing as he dipped a roasted
shrimp in cocktail sauce and offered it to her. They spent several minutes
feeding each other freshly shucked oysters on the half-shell, crisp vegetables
dipped in cream-based sauces, and warm breadsticks dipped in cheese or marina
sauce while R&B music played softly in the background. They took turns feeding
each other, nibbling on fingers or lightly caressing each other with each
bite. 
 
“Can I ask you something?” he asked as Ginny played with a drop of chocolate
that had spilled on his finger.  
 
“You just did,” she quipped with a smile as she drew his finger to her mouth.
 
“I’m trying to understand why you would think, or worry, that I might leave you
one day.”
 
She leaned back just a bit and let go of his finger. She toyed with a stray
lock of hair that had slithered over her cheek. He was very aware that she
wouldn’t look at him, but he gave her the space and time she needed to think.
They didn’t really have conversations like this, and he knew that if the tables
were turned he would need several minutes to think through it as well.
 
“You… don’t understand. I don’t know if you can understand. You are Harry
Potter. To you, that may not seem like much because you’ve been with yourself
all your life.  You didn’t grow up with your own legend. I did.” She held up a
hand to ask him to wait. He had wanted to retort as he had always done before,
but Angelina had told him he needed to stop and listen to all of what she had
to say. Part of their problem was they didn’t really listen to one another,
they heard what they expected to hear.
 
“Sure,” she continued, “I’ve known you more than half our lives, and we’ve been
together a long time, so I know you warts and all. But somewhere, deep down, I
still see you as Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. In that same place, I’m still
just Ginny Weasley.” Again, she held up her hand to shush him and keep him at
bay. “Most of the time I can put away that little girl who girl who poured
herself into a diary that fed her fears. Sometimes though, especially when I’m
alone, she calls out to me, and I can’t help but hear her. When I do, all the
old insecurities come back.  Let’s face it, I’m no Fleur Delacour. I’m freckly,
I’ve got hips like a barn, I’m more than a hand’s breadth taller than you are.
In a few years, there are going to be flocks of girls who are younger and
prettier than I am. Maybe then you’ll remember that you’re Harry Potter and I’m
just Ginny Weasley.”
 
Harry reached out as tears tracked down her cheeks, but she turned away. “Not
yet, Harry. There are things I have to say before I let you kiss me and tell me
everything is alright.” He hated to hear what she was saying. All he wanted was
someone to love him, not worship him. However, she had said it was deep down,
in those moments when she was scared or alone. He could understand that, he was
still learning to eat at a leisurely pace. He hadn’t had to protect his food
from Dudley in years, but he still ate like he did.  There were still times,
usually when he woke up in a hotel room by himself, that he was afraid to open
his eyes for fear he would see that he was still sleeping in the cupboard under
the stairs. He returned her wry, self-depreciating smile with one as genuine
and caring as he could muster and let her go on.
 
“On top of those little bits of insecurity, there’s the whole trio thing. I
mean, sure, the four of us are close; but sometimes I kind of feel like it’s
the three of you plus me. The three of you sometimes put up this wall around
yourselves, and I’m not even sure any of you do it consciously, it just
happens. When I’m there, you three are always aware of everything going on
around you; but if it’s just the three of you, sometimes it’s like you’re
insulated from the world around you.” She stopped and rubbed her eyes. Harry
said nothing, sensing she wasn’t quite done yet.
 
“I spent most of that night thinking about that. I worried that maybe I had let
you go too far.  I know how you feel about them, and I had sent you off to
strengthen that bond.  I spent a lot of time fretting that you might not even
come home. I was afraid that you would realize you had found the perfect sexual
partners and that I wouldn’t be able to cut it anymore. About two in the
morning I scared myself so bad that I decided I had to fight for you, that was
when I started getting ready for you to come home. Then after I had done all
that work, you tell me that you liked kissing Ron. How was I ever going to
compete with that? I just lost it.” She took hold of his hand and held it
against her heart. 
“I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m sorry I threatened you. I’m sorry I threw my
ring at you.”  She brought his hand up and kissed his fingers. “I don’t ever
want you to leave me, Harry. I love you so much I can’t even express it. I
don’t know how I’d get by if I ever drove you away. I… can you ever forgive-”
 
Harry couldn’t take any more. The week of tension and strained conversation,
the isolation, the uncertainty had drained him of any desire to fight with her.
He pushed her over on her back and manoeuvred himself in next to her, so he was
half on top of her.  He bent and crushed his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms
around him and pulled him closer. In time it was no longer enough to kiss and
hold each other, and they began to explore each other; not in the practiced
ways that they usually did that they knew would turn each other on, but like
young lovers discovering each other for the first time.
 
When at last broke apart from each other, sweaty and sated, the champagne was
warm and the cheese fondue was cold. Ginny curled into Harry’s side and began
to trace long, languorous lines along his chest and stomach. He cradled her
against himself for a moment, then turned to face her.
 
“Ginny,” he whispered as he slid his fingers into her hair and caressed her
cheek with his thumb, “I’m so sorry.” He kissed her again when started to
reply. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I’m sorry if I ever isolated you. I’m
sorry I kept secrets from you.” He kissed her again, gently. “I’m sorry I
haven’t told you every day how much I love you.” He pulled her close and kissed
her again as the night enveloped them when the last of the candles guttered and
went out. They lay next to each in quiet darkness for several moments, just
enjoying the pleasant presence of one another. 
 
It was Ginny who finally broke the silence. “Can I ask you a question?”
 
“You just did,” he teased her.
 
“That’s only funny when I do it,” she said, before giving him a quick kiss.
“Why,” she stopped and ran her fingers over his chest. He could feel her
nervousness, and he was pretty sure what she was going to ask. However, he was
trying not to make assumptions; he was trying to be a good listener. “I’ve
never balked at any of your sexual fantasies or secret desires, and you’ve
always been very open to hearing mine.  Why couldn’t you share this one?”
 
Harry took a deep breath and exhaled noisily. He’d been pondering this for a
while now, knowing that eventually he would have to answer the question. Even
now, he knew the answer would sound lame and Ginny would blow it full of holes;
but the only other option was to keep it a secret or lie about it, and both
were unacceptable at this point.
 
“I… I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think that some kind of
nancy-boy or something. I mean, I’m not a ponce. It was just something I wanted
to try, a new form of sexual gratification if you will.”
 
Ginny gave him a long look, and then shook her head with an ironic chuckle. 
“Seriously, Harry. You were worried I was going to think you were a poof?”
 
“Well, yeah. I mean, Ron and Hermione both asked me if I was playing for the
other team. Hermione’s the most non-judgmental person in the whole world, and
even she started looking at me differently. I don’t think I could have taken it
if you started questioning my sexuality, because then you would start
questioning my commitment to you.  I mean, look what happened as it was.
Besides, I wasn’t sure I was going to like it.  In that case I would have just
kept my mouth shut.” He was pretty sure that was the wrong thing to say as soon
as he said it, and the look she gave him confirmed his suspicions.
 
“I’m going to gloss over the fact that you keep secrets from me. I think there
are secrets you keep from yourself. I also think that’s part of our problem,
the secrets. I keep them just because I know you’re keeping them. I understand
why you keep secrets, and I understand that there are some secrets you have to
keep; but secrets about things that relate to us as a couple are not healthy.”
She held up a hand when he started to interrupt her. “That’s another
conversation for another day.” She leaned in close and kissed him.
 
“Right now we’re talking about sex and fantasies. Really naughty sex,” she said
with a wicked laugh in her voice. “You know what I think of guys having sex. 
How many bi- and gay porno’s have I bought over the years?  Besides, you didn’t
think I was a dyke when I told you about my fantasies of sleeping with other
girls.”
 
“Okay, that’s different.”
 
“How?”
 
“Girls with lesbian fantasies are just fuckin’ sexy. Girls making out are just
way hot.  Face it, lipstick lesbians are sexy, even you have said so. Girl-
girl-guy threesomes are every guy’s fantasy. Every guy wants to watch his girl
eat pussy, and he wants to fuck her while she’s doing it. Even Ron, straight-
laced-I-didn’t-kiss-a-girl-till-I-was-sixteen-Ron wants his wife on her hands
and knees so he can watch her go down on another girl.”
 
“Yeah, I was pretty shocked by that one,” Ginny said with a laugh.
 
“But it’s different for guys. Guys who have fantasies about sucking cock or
taking it in the arse are thought to be queer,” Harry continued before she
could say anything more.  “It’s like there’s something wrong with them,
something less manly.”
 
“Oh trust me, if you were licking my pussy and getting fucked in the ass, you
would not be any less manly in my eyes.” She was almost panting as she said it,
and Harry could tell she was getting seriously turned on talking about this.
 
“Tell me,” he whispered in a dark, seductive voice, “what would you do if you
saw me sucking some guy’s dick?” He could almost see the fires of passion
burning in her eyes when she looked at him. “Would you watch?  Would you finger
your pussy?” He felt her fingers beside his own as he ran his fingers over her
smooth, damp mound. “Would you get on your knees and help me, so that you could
feel my lips on his dick?”
 
“Oh, God, Harry,” she moaned as she grabbed him and kissed him. He groaned in
response when she reached down and grabbed his already very hard cock. “You’re
getting turned on by this as much as I am, aren’t you?”
 
“I am,” he agreed.
 
“I have a surprise for you, then,” she said with a wicked smile. “Let’s go
upstairs and I’ll get it for you.” He wondered what she had in store for him as
he helped her up. Her surprises were usually very surprising, and frequently
led to all kinds of adult naughtiness. He was really intrigued, because she
seemed very excited about this one.  “So tell me,” she asked over her shoulder
as they climbed the stairs, “did you enjoy sucking Ron’s dick?”
 
“I did,” he admitted, “both times.”
 
“Both times? I see you have more stories to tell me later. Did you do a good
job of it?” 
 
“I did okay. I choked when he came in my mouth, and I accidentally bit him a
couple of times.”
 
“Hmm, sounds like you need some lessons,” she said in teasing voice.  She
reached down and gave his bum a healthy squeeze. “Tell me, did anybody play
with that cute little arse of yours?”
 
“No, I don’t think they’re into anal. I didn’t see Ron so much as kiss her ass,
let alone anything else.”
 
“Oh, you poor boy,” she said sympathetically, as she dropped down to her knees
in the doorway to their bedroom. “I do know how much you like to have your arse
fingered when I’m sucking your dick.” 
 
Harry spread his feet slightly as she sucked on her finger, then began to probe
around his asshole as she kissed his pecker. Harry groaned and reached down to
grab handfuls of Ginny’s hair. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned as her finger slid into
his arse and began to wiggle around.  You’re such a naughty little girl. You
suck my dick like you were born to it.” Harry tightened his grip and began to
thrust into his wife’s willing mouth. The harder he thrust and the dirtier he
talked, the more eagerly she sucked and the more energetically she worked his
arse. He could feel it, he was getting close.  He started to slow down so that
he could savor the sensation of her sucking his entire length. However, this
time she stopped and stood up.
 
“Now that I have your undivided attention, I need your help with something.” 
She turned, sauntered over to the closet, and bent over to reach something
inside. He was seriously considering walking over and giving her a good
spanking for leaving him high and dry when she stood back up. In the sparse
light he couldn’t see what it was, but he could see what looked like straps
hanging down and something long and phallic-looking. “Would you be a dear and
help me put this on?”
 
She turned slightly so that more of the moonlight coming through the window
illuminated what she was holding. He balked slightly as he realized his wife
was holding a strap-on rig. “I thought I’d teach you how to give a really good
blow-job.”  She held the dildo up to her mouth and sucked on it. She moved it
down so that it was right in front of her pelvis, like it would fit when she
was wearing it. “Then I thought I might bend you over the bed and fuck that
tight little arse of yours while I reach around and stroke your nice hard
cock.” Harry let out an involuntary moan of excitement.
 
“I thought you might like that,” she said with a smile. “Now, why don’t you
come over here and help me put this on?” Harry stepped forward and dropped to
his knees in front of her, eager to assist her. He caressed the leather straps
and fondled the life-like rubber dildo. He held it out at ankle height so she
could step into it. Then he slid it lovingly up her legs, caressing and kissing
them as he did so.  When he finally had it adjusted so that it fit her
perfectly, he reached out and took hold of the business end of it and gave it a
playful stroke. “Oo,” Ginny moaned approvingly. “There’s a little knob back
there that rubs my clit when you do that. This is going to be very nice.”
 
“Shall we get started then?” Harry said as he looked up at his wife in all her
kinky glory.  He was practically trembling with excitement and arousal as he
took hold of the phallus and began applying every technique he could remember
from what Ginny had done to him to what Hermione had taught him. He wished now
he’d told her about this fantasy long ago, this was promising to be a very good
night.
 
-----------------
 
Hermione looked around the salon nervously. Not that she should have been
nervous; after all, Lavender had been doing Hermione's hair for nearly ten
years now. Coming to have her hair and nails done was something she'd been
doing once a month for as long as Lavender had owned the shop. She knew why she
was nervous though, and it had nothing to do with hair or nails.
It had been over a month since Ron had delivered on her fantasy, and to his
credit he hadn't pushed her about reciprocating. The melt down between Harry
and Ginny had cooled him considerably on the prospect. With a little advice and
counseling from Angelina, Harry and Ginny had gotten back on track with no one
other than the five of them any wiser about the problem. She and Ginny were
back on fairly normal footing again, and were even supposed to meet for dinner
on Friday night while their husbands headed to Scotland for another weekend of
Quidditch.
"Hermione, are you ready dear?" Hermione snapped out of her reverie. She
realized she and Lavender were the only ones there, and that the sign in the
window read 'Closed'. Now she was really nervous, she couldn't use the excuse
of other people to avoid the topic she wanted to discuss. Not that Lavender was
expecting that topic of conversation, but Hermione would have to try and
convince herself why if she didn't talk to her.
"Yes. Why are you closing up early? It's only three o'clock."
"Call it a gut feeling, but I think you want to talk about something private."
Hermione blanched. "Besides, afterward I can go home early, something I rarely
get to do most days." Hermione nodded, that was a sentiment she could identify
with. "So dear, what are we doing with your hair today? Same thing as usual?"
"No, I need something new, something more... feminine." Lavender nodded sagely
and took out a scrapbook. She flipped to a page called 'getting your man' and
showed it to Hermione. "What's this for?" Hermione asked.
"Well dear, isn't that what you need to talk about? I did a reading early this
morning and it said you needed to talk, that there was a secret in the family,
and that there was a question about another woman." Hermione choked, and then
laughed.
"No Lav, I am not competing for Ron's affections; far from it."
Lavender looked crestfallen, then smiled wryly. "Time to hang up the cards, I
guess."
Hermione flipped through the book until she found something she liked. Hermione
closed her eyes as the chair leaned back. She luxuriated in the feeling of warm
water running through her hair. "So why would you think that Ron and I are
having problems like that anyway?"
Lavender sighed, "Dear, when a man mentions wanting to bring another woman into
the bed, it usually means there's trouble a-brewin'." Hermione thought about
how Lavender would know that, then remembered the party at Fred and George's
over New Years. She had almost forgotten that Lavender and Seamus had been
there.
"Do you... know from experience?" Hermione asked. It was a very personal
question, but Lavender had been a bit nosey herself. Lavender began massaging
her scalp. She was very aware of how near the other woman's breast was to her
face, something she had never been conscious of before. Lavender had large
breasts, she had back in school, but it seemed she had developed even more
since.
"Sadly my dear, yes." Hermione responded simply, wanting Lavender to continue.
"Seamus and I used to do a bit of swinging, but I got tired of it a couple of
years ago so we stopped. He was pretty good about it at first. He tried to be
understanding, but like most boys he let his little head do his thinking for
him. Finally, I gave in and we called some of our old partners just before
Christmas. It got old in a hurry, so I wanted to stop. The other night I caught
him at a swingers’ club in London when he was supposed to be working."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Hermione offered in a sympathetic tone. "Are you
going to try and work it out?"
"I don’t think so. He hasn’t really grown up any since we left school. He still
likes to chase skirts and go pubbing with his mates. That was all well and good
when we were in our early twenties, but I’m ready to be a grown up now."
Hermione felt the warm water running through her hair, relaxing her and taking
away the tensions of her current case load. Lavender began massaging in
something else, a rather vile smelling mixture that made her scalp tingle. "So
dear, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Hermione chuckled. "It doesn't matter. You already answered my question." She
felt warm water and Lavender's fingers in her hair again. She was sat upright,
her hair was towel dried, and then blown.
"Close your eyes dear." Hermione felt the cold cream being applied to her face;
this too was part of her monthly ritual of self-indulgence. Once the cream was
applied, Lavender started talking again. "You were going to ask me for advice
about fulfilling Ron's fantasy, weren't you?" Lavender said, with a shocked
voice borne of sudden understanding.
Hermione was glad for the opacity and thick texture of the cream; it was hiding
her blush. "A bit more than that, actually." Lavender stopped brushing her hair
in mid stroke. "I told Ron about that day in fifth year, and he got really
excited. I got to thinking that maybe you might still, you know."
"Mmm," Lavender sighed as she brushed through Hermione's hair. "I remember that
day. You were so timid then. Now look at you, propositioning me in my own
shop." Lavender began to snip Hermione's hair. "Sadly though, I must decline.
Pity that. Tell me, is he as big as his wand suggests he is?" Hermione smiled.
"Bigger."
"Oh that's not fair. I want one of those." She giggled and Hermione couldn't
help but join her. "Does he know how to use it?"
"Do you cut hair for a living?"
"Yes, and very well I might add." Hermione said nothing, merely smiled. "Damn,
some girls just have all the luck, don't they? Next, I suppose you’re going to
tell me he cooks too."
"Better than I do."
Lavender finished cutting her hair without saying anything else. Hermione felt
her hand being lifted and her manicure begin. "Are we doing your toes today,
too?" Hermione indicated that she wanted the full treatment today. "So, whose
idea was this?"
"Mine, really. I mean, Ron put the idea out there, but he didn't expect me to
take him up on it." The two girls talked for a long time about their
relationships, the kind of sex they enjoyed, and gossiped. "So, do you really
think it's a bad idea for me to do this for him?"
"Since he hasn't pushed you for it, maybe not. If you do it though, make sure
he understands that it's a one-time deal and that you won't do it on his terms,
only yours." Hermione took this advice whole-heartedly. After all, the last
time she had taken sex advice from Lavender she had landed her future husband.
"When are you planning on doing this?"
"His birthday is in three weeks. I thought it would make a really great
birthday present."
Lavender giggled and affected an interviewer's voice and stance. "We're here
with Ron Weasley, youngest of the fabled Weasley Boys and husband of the Deputy
Mistress of Magical Law. Tell me Mr. Weasley, what did your wife give you for
your birthday?" She then tried a poor imitation of Ron’s voice. "Oh, a
threesome with the voluptuous and beautiful Lavender Brown, who, by the way, is
a great fuck."
"Lavender!" Hermione said in a scandalized tone, but laughed none-the-less.
Both women laughed a great deal as they continued to embellish on Lavender's
original statement. Finally, Hermione got serious again. "Are you saying you're
available if I go through with this?"
"I don't know dear. I really don't know where Seamus and I are going. If you
don't find anyone else, give me a call in a couple of weeks and we can discuss
it. One condition if I do though."
"Oh?"
"I've never been in a house where a man cooks before. I want Ron to cook for
me." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief; that would be easy. She knew there
wasn't anyone else she would approach about this. If it wasn’t Lavender, it
wouldn't happen.
***** Chapter 6- Now That's What I Call a Party *****
                   Chapter 6- Now That's What I Call a Party
"Lavender, where are you taking me?" Hermione asked in a nervous tone. The two
women had been spending a lot of time together in the week since Lavender had
filed for divorce. Now they were quickly approaching the junction of Diagon and
Knockturn Alleys. Hermione was sure that she didn't want to be seen on
Knockturn Alley; it could devastate her career. Lavender just winked though,
and led her on through the crowd.
"Trust me dear, this is where we're going to find that finishing touch."
Lavender pushed her way through the last throng of people and stopped outside a
shop called ‘Miss Madelaine's Magical Toy Box’. Hermione stopped cold. In the
windows were undergarments: some lacey, some leather, and some that looked to
be made of candy. Also in the window was a shirt, displayed front and back. On
the front it said, "Co-Ed Naked Quidditch- We Ain't Just Polishing
Broomsticks," and showed a pair of crossed broomsticks and the four Quidditch
Balls. On the back it showed seven people in various states of undress and it
said, "Grab Your Snitch and Go!"
"I-" Hermione heard the stammer in her voice and felt herself blush. "I can't
go in there." Lavender opened the door for her. "What if...I see somebody I
know?"
"Then you'll both have all kinds of gossip on each other. Come on dear."
Lavender smiled, and yanked her through the door. Hermione tugged on her blouse
and straightened her coat, she wanted to present the most upstanding image she
could, on the off chance that she saw somebody she knew. "Whatever you do,"
Lavender whispered to her, "don't tell the counter girl you've never been in a
place like this before." Hermione started to say something, but Lavender
dragged her over to a rack of underwear.
"Let's find something for Ron to wear tonight," she said with a wicked smile.
Hermione reached forward tentatively and picked up a box. On the front was a
picture of a nearly naked man, a model one at that. The most striking thing
about him though, was the underwear he was wearing. It looked like an elephant
head, and it didn't take a great deal of imagination to realize what was inside
the trunk. Hermione couldn't help herself- she giggled.
Lavender looked over to see what she was looking at and laughed. "Those are
cute, but when the elephant decides to feed himself, the guys usually don't
find it all that funny."
Hermione almost asked why, then snorted a laugh when she thought about the way
an elephant feeds itself in comparison to male anatomy. "Never mind." She
shoved the box back into the rack. She found a Norwegian Ridgeback skin thong
she thought Ron would look good in and was considering it when Lavender tapped
her shoulder.
"How about these?" Hermione looked over to see a box labeled ‘Weasel's Wicked
Wonders- Chocolate Cake Flavored Edible Knickers for Men’. She gasped.  She
couldn't, they couldn't, that box didn't say... "What's the matter Hermione?"
"I, I thought that box said Weasley for a second." Hermione breathed a
tremendous sigh of relief. Lavender laughed and opened the box. Inside was a
black satin men's thong that said 'Happy Birthday,' in hot pink letters.
"This will be perfect," Lavender said. "It's in terribly bad taste, but should
taste pretty good. Their 'Cherry Pie' was excellent."
"Their what?"
"Cherry Pie." Lavender reached into the next rack over and pulled out another
box. "See?" On the box was a woman wearing a G-String that looked like a piece
of cherry pie. Lavender laughed as Hermione blushed. "Let's go wander around a
bit."
Lavender was like a kid in a candy store, picking up games and holding up
pieces of lingerie. Hermione, on the other hand, couldn't take two steps
without seeing something new that made her blush. She thought that she and Ron
were becoming kind of adventurous, but realized she wouldn't have the first
clue as to what to do with a set of fully animated Arms of Kali. The picture
looked interesting, but Hermione was pretty sure she would never have the need
for four extra arms in the bedroom. Lavender led her over to a shelf of phallic
shaped devices. "So dear, show me what I'm in for tonight."
Hermione scanned over the shelf, careful trying not to think too much about
what she was doing, and picked up one of the mid-range to longer models. It
felt very comfortable in her hand, almost strangely familiar. She hefted it a
couple of times and wrapped two hands around it. "A lot like that." She handed
it over.
"Wow," was all Lavender said before handing it back. She stopped and looked at
the end. "And they call this 'The Little Brother'."  Hermione choked and looked
at the bottom, plain as day was the label. She put it back, not wanting to
think about what the big brother would be like. They walked over to the counter
to make their final purchases.
"Lavender," Hermione whispered. "What is 'Essence of School Girl'?"
Lavender grinned. "A modified version of Polyjuice potion that makes you look
sixteen for a couple of hours. You can also buy it in a kit that comes with
plaid skirts or Hogwarts’ uniforms." Hermione was almost offended, but knew
that such fetishes were not uncommon.
"Hey Lavender, how's it going?" asked the girl at the counter.
"Fine." Hermione was glad she had a coat on, because icy would be a mild way to
describe Lavender's tone. The girl rang the rest of the sale up without a word
except to give the total and make change. Hermione picked up an interesting
looking book called 'Quidditch in the Bedroom' and paid for it and Ron's new
underwear. The girl at the counter gave her a humoring smile as she accepted
her money, and soon the women were on their way.
"What was that all about?" Hermione asked.
"Last time I saw her, she was wiping Seamus off her lips. Cow." Lavender took a
deep breath. "Let's go get some lunch and then send Ron his present."
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Ron was just packing up and getting ready to go home, when an unrecognized owl
dropped a small package on his desk. The owl didn't even wait for a treat, just
kept right on going. "Well, what have we got here?" Ron asked the empty room,
assuming it was from his wife. He flipped the package over and opened the
delivery card. On the card was a loopy script he did not recognize.  Written in
light purple ink were the words, "Change into these before you get home. Trust
me."
Ron was feeling charitable and trusting as he opened the package. After all,
why shouldn't he be in a good mood? He’d turned twenty-eight today, and
everybody in the Cannon's organization had shown up to celebrate his birthday
at an office party earlier that day. They had also brought cake and Wizarding
Crackers. All in all, it was a good party and he was in very high spirits.
Inside the package was a bit of black cloth with hot pink letters that said
'Happy Birthday.' He held it up. "What the hell?"
"It looks like a thong," answered Maureen, the Cannon's seeker. Ron stuffed the
offending bit of cloth into his pocket and tried to stammer something, but
Maureen just laughed at him. She pulled a five-Pound note out of her purse.
"Can I slip this in your waistband dearie?" she teased him. Ron put a hand to
his face to cover his embarrassment. "The girls in the locker room ought to get
a kick out of this." Ron looked up in horror, only to see that she was already
sprinting back to the team changing area.
He was going to kill his wife, or whomever it was that had sent that to him. At
least, he hoped it was his wife as he slipped into the bathroom stall and
pulled on the very small piece of cloth. It took a bit of getting used to,
having the thin strip of fabric running up his crack, but he liked the way that
he filled out the front well enough. Well, if Hermione hadn't sent it to him,
he hoped she'd appreciate the gift anyway.
When he walked through the front door there was no fanfare, his wife did not
greet him with a kiss, and no one was there to shout 'surprise!' He was a
little disappointed. His birthday was his favorite day of the year and it had
always been met with much fanfare. "Hello?" he called, but there was no answer.
He walked in and draped his jacket over the back of the chair and dropped his
briefcase on the table. "Anyone home?" There was no response. He was starting
to get a little concerned; Hermione hadn't been at work today and he hadn’t
heard from her at all. He tripped over something on the floor.
He looked down and saw a single black pump. Looking across the room, a line of
clothes drew a path to his bedroom door at the top of the stairs. He kicked off
his shoe and left it next to Hermione's. On the couch was another. Draped over
his recliner was a stocking; and a second hung from the banister leading up to
his room. On the stairs he found her skirt, next to which he dropped his
trousers. A scarf lay in the hall; he dropped his tie on top of it. Finally,
her blouse lay in a heap in front of his the bedroom door.
Standing there in just his newly acquired under-garment, he pushed the door
open. It was dark within. Suddenly the light came on with a shout of
"Surprise!"
Ron moved immediately to cover himself. Hermione laughed; it was only her.
"Don't be so modest dear," she said. "Nice knickers. Where did you get them?"
"You mean they aren't from you?"
"Oh come now dear; black satin with hot pink lettering? I think I have better
taste than that." She smiled at him. "But I must say though, it is very
becoming on you. The pink really sets off your hair."  She tugged at a hair
sticking out over the top. She smirked at him, and his jaw dropped.
He had just noticed what she was wearing, or almost wearing as it were. She was
adorned with several veils of colored silk. Around her waist she wore a gold
chain, over which several scarves had been draped so as to cover her
essentials, but left her legs and hips naked. Around her chest was fastened a
single scarf to "cover" her breasts, but the material was hardly thick or dense
enough to do that. All it succeeded in doing was deepening her cleavage and
giving her erect nipples something to push against. Behind her, swaths of sheer
fabric hung from the ceiling and had been draped to look like a pavilion tent.
His eyes fell back to her and drank her in. She smiled coyly, and shook her
hips causing several small bells to jingle. "Do you like it?"
"Honey, I'm going to need a thousand nights to do to you everything I want to
do." He reached for her, but she spun away from him and bells on her ankles
jingled as well. As she turned, she pulled a long scarf from the back of the
ensemble, leaving only a single, wide scarf covering her derriere. He whistled
in appreciation. Middle-eastern style music began playing quietly. She danced
around behind him, and pulled the scarf over his eyes.
He could see through it, but now the entire room was a lavender hue, and his
vision was slightly obscured. She pulled him backward with the ends she had in
her hands, and he stumbled into a chair. She tied the scarf in place and rolled
across his lap. "Ah-ah," she chided him when he tried to stand up.
She continued to dance around in front of him, and pulled another scarf, this
one from the front. She had a few others there, so he still couldn't see
anything, but her movements were flamboyant and came very close to exposing a
great deal. She trailed the scarf across her chest and then across his. She
left it draped over his shoulder as she ran a single finger across his body.
With the next veil, she placed one end in his mouth and then dropped to the
floor. The scarf pulled away smoothly. She spun after standing up so the two
scarves in front flared out, offering glimpses of the secrets that were hidden
beneath.
The one after that left her covered only by three of the veils- one in front,
one in back, and one on top. He was marveling at his view of her until she
wrapped the veil that she had just removed around his eyes. It was harder to
see now, though not impossible.
She guided his hands to the knot that bound the veil about her chest. When he
loosened it, she spun out of it then shimmied in front of him. He smiled and
reached out to fondle her. She chided him again, and loosely bound his hands to
the arms of the chair he was sitting in. He played along with her now,
straining against the bindings but not enough to pull free. She teased him as
well, sliding her bare chest across his back and shoulders while blowing on his
neck.
She freed the veil over her backside, and wrapped it around his eyes as well.
He could barely see now, but could still make out the shape of her body as she
writhed and spun and shook before him. She settled herself lightly on his lap,
and ground against him. He strained against the fabric that was restraining
him, but she moved away. Not able to see very well, he began to focus on his
other senses. The smell of her in the air was spicy and musky. The sound of her
continuously tinkling bells was hypnotic. His nerve endings were alive from
every tantalizing touch she brushed over him.
He could see her in silhouette now as she danced before him. He could see her
raising something in front of her, and he could only assume it was the final
veil. She spun toward him and before he could even protest she had wrapped it
around his eyes so he could not see at all. She teased him mercilessly now.
Light touches drifted over his skin and feather light kisses touched his
cheeks, ears, neck, and shoulders.
"I'm going to untie you now," she whispered in his ear. "Then, you will follow
the sound of my bells." As much as he wanted to grab her and take her right
here in the chair, he knew how much she was enjoying this. It also explained
why she hadn't gotten home until late every night for the last two weeks. He
was glad that he had held his tongue about it.
He heard the jingle of her bells a few feet away. He stood up slowly, careful
not to fall over in his disoriented and highly aroused state. He wasn't the
most coordinated of people even in the best of situations. He could smell her
in the air as he shuffled forward, and just as he was about to bump into her,
she blew on his chest. He stopped and stood very still, then there was a thump
near his feet. "This doesn't look very comfortable. Let me help you with that."
Her mouth closed over the material he was straining against. He could feel her
mouth moving, though she wasn't moving up and down on it. It was more like she
was chewing. The material was getting damp and warm from her mouth. Then he
felt her lips directly on him. "What do you know?" she said. "They work. Tasted
like birthday cake." There was a draft that he could feel now that his bit of
material didn't cover him. He felt her finger on his lips, and sucked it in.
What he ended up with was a bit of cloth; that sure enough, tasted like
chocolate birthday cake. He'd have to remember those.
He heard the creak of their mattress and assumed she had climbed up on the bed.
He heard the jingling of bells and felt his way forward through the fabric
curtains. He crawled across the bed, listening carefully to the sounds she was
making to lead him on. When his head bumped against her, he stopped. "Turn over
and lay down," she whispered in his ear after running her tongue over it for
several seconds. He shivered, and complied with her wishes.
"What are you doing?" he asked when he heard the tinkling of bells.
"Taking off the waist chain."
"Don't." He felt her hand take his and settle it against her stomach. She slid
it down and it caught on the chain with its dozens of little charms.
"Is that what you want?"
"Almost," he replied, and let his hand trail lower to run over the warmth that
he could not see. She let out a pleasant moan. He felt the bed shift, and her
knees settled on either side of his head. His senses were assaulted by the
strong scent of her, just above his nose. He inhaled deeply, and savored the
sensation that he normally didn't pay that much attention to. Placing his
fingers on the gold chain around her waist he pulled her down onto his mouth.
Her taste was delectable, succulent, and she ground against him. When she was
good and wet he shifted up just a bit and sucked her clit between his lips; her
pubic hair tickled his nose. "Oh yes," she called out, and ran her fingers
around the back of his head. He still couldn't see, but for this he didn't need
to. He ran his hands up her body and cupped her breasts in his hands.
He jumped as something wet touched the head of his cock, then slid down it. He
knew there was no way that it could be his wife, he had his hands on her tits,
which were directly above his face. Then he felt the unmistakable pressure of
breasts against his thighs. He brought his hands to his face and tore at the
blindfolds.  Once he had pulled all four of them away, he saw his wife looking
down at him with a devilish smile. "Happy Birthday, Honey."
The unknown cock-sucker chose the exact moment he was going to respond to
swallow him. His appreciation came out as a gurgle in the back of his throat.
Hermione lifted up off of his face, "Keep your eyes closed." She slithered down
and stretched out cross ways to him. The other woman crawled around to the side
opposite Hermione, but never released his cock. Ron groaned, she was talented,
he had to give her that.
"Lavender sweet, would you like some help with that?" Ron opened his eyes and
lifted his head; he wanted to see this. Lavender lifted her mouth from his
cock, but not before leaving a bright red lipstick ring around it. She winked
at him then turned to Hermione. He watched as their lips came together, just
above the point of his cock. Their tongues wrestled, they nipped and sucked on
each other's lips. Ron was sure that if there was a heaven, this had to be it.
Then they moved lower, their tongues and lips continued to touch and tease;
only now his prick was in between them. Their lips closed over his head, and
their tongues danced over him and each other. One of the girls was stroking
him, the other tickling his scrotum. He couldn't tell who was who though,
because his brain was working independently to the rest of his body. It was
focused entirely on his groin, and the muscles in his neck didn't seem to want
to respond. His vocal chords were working though, and making sure that the
girls knew just how much he appreciated what they were doing.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think he likes this," he heard Lavender say.
Hermione swallowed his cock in one smooth stroke, then pulled back up off of
it.
"No, it's your imagination. I know what I'd like though." She leaned forward
and kissed Lavender. Ron propped himself up so he could watch. He could watch
this all night if they kept it up. However, they returned to sucking his cock
in tag team. One would hold and stroke him while the other licked and sucked
him. Then they returned to kissing around the head of his cock. It didn't take
very much of this until he knew that he didn't have a hope of holding out very
long.
"I'm getting close," he groaned. One of the girls, Lavender he realized, slowed
down. Hermione redoubled her efforts though. She reached out a finger and
pulled Lavender back into their cock filled kiss. He couldn't take it anymore,
the sight of his wife kissing another woman, combined with the physical
sensations of what their combined lips and tongues were doing, was more than he
could take. His head dropped back on to the pillow and he let out a loud groan.
His cock erupted like a geyser. He felt some, but not all, of it splash on his
stomach. Tongues and lips quickly attacked the errant splatters as fingers and
nails teased his nipples, balls, cock and other areas of exposed flesh.
When he could finally gather enough strength to lift his head again, the girls
were involved in a deep, wet kiss and Hermione was smearing a drop of semen
across Lavender’s cheek. Some small part of his brain was screaming for
chocolate and vanilla Coke, but he was ignoring it. Nothing in the world could
compare with the sight before him. Hermione broke the kiss and moved around to
kiss Lavender's ear.
Lavender smiled and crawled up to Ron. She didn't hesitate; she leaned in and
fastened her lips to his. He pushed up and kissed her back. Her tongue invaded
his mouth and he reveled in the feel of it. Her lips were thicker than
Hermione's, and she sucked on his lips as she kissed him. When she pulled away
he was breathless, and collapsed back to the bed.
*
"Hermione, I'm disappointed. You said he'd hold out longer than that." Lavender
looked down at Ron's long form. She could see exactly why Hermione was so
jealously protective of him, he was a good-looking man and rather impressive in
his own rights. She sighed inwardly at having let him get away so easily. It
turned out Hermione had been the smartest of the girls in their year after all,
and not just book smart either.
"I'm still here," Ron said in a slightly injured voice.
"Are you going to go down and get something to drink?" Hermione asked. Lavender
knew from their afternoon conversation that he probably would, the girls were
actually planning on it.
"Are you kidding? I might miss something." Lavender stifled a snicker; he was
such a boy.
"Hey loverboy," Lavender blew in his ear. "There's a bottle of champagne in the
icebox; why don't you be a dear and go get it and three glasses." To punctuate
her request she reached down and tickled his ribs. She was rewarded with an
expostulation as he jumped up out of bed.
"That's not fair!  You're not supposed to know about that spot."
"Ron, every girl in Gryffindor tower knew about that spot. It's a Weasley
family trait." He shook his head and left the room.
"Inevitably," Hermione sighed. "The one time I need him to be predictable he
throws me a curve." Lavender laughed, but stopped when she felt small, cool
hands on her legs. She smiled, gone was the shy, timid girl that she had taught
to kiss so many years ago. She had been replaced by a woman that was confident
and savvy, not to mention dead sexy. Hermione's eyes were filled with lust as
she pulled Lavender into a prone position. She felt a tongue tease over a
nipple. She returned the favor to the nipple above her. There was a soft sigh
in response.
As much as she wanted to enjoy this and take her time, Hermione wasn't giving
her much chance. The lithe woman slithered over her body, trailing kisses over
her stomach and into her bush. She laid her head back and sighed as a tongue
swept over her. She brought her knees up and spread her legs wide. She let out
a surprised gasp as Hermione's tongue opened her folds and sought her clit.
"Slow down dear. Like this."
She raised up her head and kissed the inside of Hermione's thigh. She placed
several more kisses that approached her target, but she passed over it without
any special attention and kissed her way down the other thigh. She began
tracing figure eights with her tongue back along the path she had just kissed.
Her lover let out a pleasant moan and began to lightly tease her lips with a
slow, wet tongue. "Yes, just like that. Take your time. Do what you like to
have done."
Lavender would have liked to have a one on one session, just so that they could
a get a feel for each other, but Hermione had been adamant about not doing
that. It struck Lavender as oddthat they could be so devoted to each other and
yet still do things like threesomes. Usually, such monogamy didn't go hand in
hand with sexual adventurism, but then Hermione and Ron had been a couple that
defied convention for a long time.
With a little prompting, Hermione fell into a rhythm that Lavender liked very
much. She would suck on her lips, kiss around them, run a tongue over them and
inside her, and then slide up though her folds until Hermione’s tongue pressed
against her clit. There it would tease, and press, and flick. Then the whole
process would reverse itself. Lavender luxuriated in this. She had to admit she
missed this part of swinging. Nobody ate pussy like another woman. Men suffered
from too short an attention span to really do a great job of it.
Once she had gotten used to the rise and fall of her lover's tempo and
intensity, she moved to return the favor. She placed her hands on the other
woman's hips and pulled herself up. She ran her tongue along the folds of the
opening before her. Hermione's cheeks were spread wide and her lips gapped open
just a bit. Lavender grinned to herself, wondering if Hermione had ever
experienced what she was about to do to her. She ran a tongue around the
perimeter of her folds again, but this time she brought her tongue up higher
and rimmed the other girl. She wasn't disappointed.
"Whoa, what was that?" Hermione exclaimed as she rocked forward.
"Did you like it?"
"I, I don't know." She sounded nervous. "It surprised me too much." Lavender
pulled her backwards again.
"I'm going to do it again. Relax, feel it. Tell me if you like it." She ran her
tongue over and around the sensitive, puckered skin. When she blew across it,
Hermione shivered. She was panting. "Like that, did you?"
"I, I think so, but it just, I just can't get over, you know."
"It's okay dear, it's not for everyone." Lavender lowered herself back down and
focused her tongue on the pussy before her. She liked the way Hermione moaned.
She made an awful lot of noise, but it wasn't faked or forced. She had never
really had to be quiet though either. Lavender, on the other hand, had to learn
very quickly to be quiet so as not to disturb her dorm-mates or her parents. It
had become habit to stifle her moans and cries of ecstasy. Hermione suffered
from no such handicap.
She was beginning to wonder what could possibly be taking Ron so long. She
thought about saying something, then Hermione sucked her clit into her mouth
and Lavender let out a loud moan that she couldn't have stopped if she’d wanted
to. Her head flopped back onto the bed and she gave into the feeling that was
coursing through her. Her lover was a very quick study and had an excellent, if
slightly unusual, technique. She raised her hips and let Hermione's mouth wrap
around her quim before she came with a shudder and a cry.
When she opened her eyes again, she was looking at the door. Silhouetted in the
doorway was a tall form, slowly stroking his erect penis. Lavender motioned him
over. He walked over slowly, the bottle of champagne still in his other hand.
Lavender returned her focus to the quivering sexpot above her. She drew
Hermione's swollen lips into her mouth one at a time. Then she attacked with
her tongue. One thing she had learned from sleeping with men was how to push an
orgasm. She preferred the longer, more luxurious time spent, but Ron was
starting to look a little impatient as he watched her intently.
Lavender pressed her tongue to Hermione's clit and started flicking back and
forth over it. It didn't take long until Hermione was calling out, thrashing
her head back and forth as she screamed into Lavender's crotch. With a
controlled, deliberate move, Lavender indicated to Ron that she wanted him to
pour the champagne down the crack of Hermione's ass, so that it would trickle
into her mouth.
"Hyah!" Hermione screamed as the cold champagne poured down over her. Lavender
mashed her tongue against her screaming lover's clit and rubbed it with force
as the liquid spilled into her open mouth. Then the flow stopped. Ron leaned
over and applied his own lips and teeth to Hermione's bum as he slid a finger
into her. Apparently, the multiple sensations were more than she could handle
and she began to cry out. She came in a flood of juices that, in Lavender’s
opinion, mixed very well with champagne.
Hermione rolled off of her after several seconds. Lavender took several deep
breaths and started to sit up. Before she could move though, she felt lips
crushing against her own. She understood now what Hermione's sly smiles had
meant when they were in school. Ron was an amazing kisser. He kissed without
mercy, his tongue seemed to be everywhere at once and his lips were powerful.
She had read about men who kissed like this, usually in trashy romance novels.
They were usually pirates, or adventurers, or the bad guy or something like
that. They weren't Quidditch team managers, and never the husband of your
school friend.
She felt Hermione's warm flesh pressing against the two of them.  For a moment
she had forgotten it wasn't just her and this amazing set of lips. Ron shifted
over and she felt Hermione's lips and tongue intrude into the amazing kiss. Now
that she could breathe again though, she kissed back with vigor. Her tongue
would slide from Ron's mouth to Hermione's, and then the two of them would take
turns sliding down to kiss at her neck, or her ears, or her breasts. She tried
to do the same, but one of them was always claiming her lips, not that this was
a bad thing. Finally, Ron pulled away.
"Honey," Lavender heard the sound of a smacking, wet kiss. "The only thing
better than tasting you is tasting you on another woman." Lavender opened her
eyes, sure she was going to see Ron smacked for that one. She would have belted
Seamus, and they had been confirmed swingers. She found the two of them deep in
a kiss though, Hermione’s hands running through his hair as his arms wrapped
around her and pulled her closer.
Lavender sighed and traced slow fingers over their skin. Oh, to be kissed like
that again. She couldn't remember the last time she had been kissed like that:
deeply, passionately, with longing and desire. As well as Ron had kissed her,
she knew she wasn't getting the full effect. Finally, when she'd had enough,
she coughed loudly and Ron and Hermione broke apart with a bit of
embarrassment. "I'd tell you two to get a room, but we're already here."
*
Ron chuckled at Lavender's joke; it was kind of funny. It was also a little
ironic, considering how many times she had said it when they were all younger.
She and Harry were like a broken record sometimes, "Get a room. People are
trying not to be sick here. Oh God, not again." He stopped laughing though and
looked down at the naked form of Lavender for the first time that night. She
was very sexy. His wife had a tight, compact body; but Lavender's was rounder,
softer, and fuller. She was like Botticelli's 'Venus' with blonde hair and
large breasts.
She shifted under his gaze and gave him a slight smile. "Like what you see?" He
did, very much, thank you. He was also very conscious of the fact that he was
still holding his wife, whilst lusting after the body spread out below him. He
looked Hermione in the eye and nodded toward Lavender. She seemed to consider
him for a long moment, as though trying to decide whether she was really going
to share him. She had said when they first discussed this that she didn't want
to share, but Ron hoped she'd be more willing. What's good for the goose, and
all that.
Hermione reached down and ran a finger over Lavender's wet slit, making the
other woman sigh pleasantly. She stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked on
it. His eyes were transfixed; his wife was such a sex kitten. "She's ready for
you," she said in a husky whisper. Ron smiled like a wolf finding a solitary
lamb. He kissed his wife again, then stretched himself out over the top of
Lavender.
He lowered his head slowly, and his lips claimed hers. She was soft, but her
lips pulled at his with phenomenal strength. He slid his tongue forward, this
time though she sucked it in and caught it lightly between her teeth. He pushed
farther into her mouth as he lowered the rest of his body down on to her. Her
breasts pushed against him and he felt her legs come up outside his own. They
wrapped around his and squeezed just a bit.
He moved his head lower and kissed her neck. She rolled her head to the side to
give him greater access, but he was looking for a better response than that. He
kissed his way along her neck looking for that one spot. Hermione's was just
below the ear, so he started there. On Lavender, he found it at the base of her
neck just above the collarbone, near the front. When he wrapped his lips around
it and sucked, she arched underneath him and pulled him down as she let out a
mighty "Ohhhh!"
Ron continued to work the spot, not releasing his grip as he nibbled and licked
and sucked. He raised his hips just a bit, and felt a delicate hand slide along
his length from behind. The hand stroked just a bit as it rubbed the head of
his cock against his target. The legs wrapped around his own pulled up higher
and wrapped around his waist. Now that she was fully ready for him, he thrust
his hips forward into her. She moaned out again as he slid all the way into
her.
Lavender's hands slid around his back and her nails grazed over him lightly, as
he took long, deep strokes into her. He went for the spot on her neck again,
and this time she all but lifted herself up off the bed trying to pull him
closer. He released her neck and pushed himself up. Hermione nudged into the
space he had created between himself and Lavender and drew one of Lavender's
long, stiff nipples into her mouth.
Ron still couldn't get over how sexy it was to see his wife pleasing another
woman. He lost his rhythm as Lavender moaned and pulled Hermione to her breast.
Ron pushed himself into a fully upright position and took hold of Lavender's
ankles. Her legs were spread in a great 'V' now and he began to take long
strokes into her.
"Put a pillow under my arse," Lavender said between pants. He reached over,
grabbed one and stuffed it up under the small of her back. His strokes were
long and she moaned with every one now. He shifted forward so that he could
drive deeper. When he did he was rewarded with a gasp, a small cry, and a
shouted "yes!" He began to take faster strokes now, but made sure he pushed far
enough forward on each one that she gave that small cry.
After a few minutes of this, Hermione shifted positions and straddled
Lavender's face. Ron let out a groan of excitement and appreciation. He watched
his wife lean back just a bit and spread her folds open so that her clit was
exposed. He was trying to figure out how he could get a finger on it while
still keeping Lavender spread when he saw a tongue slither up and press against
it. He shouted again and started pounding Lavender even harder and faster.
This didn't last long though, as Hermione leaned forward and reached up to pull
Ron's mouth to hers. He went willingly and his wife's mouth pulled on his own,
kissing greedily as he tried to maintain a good rhythm of motion into Lavender.
"I want you to fuck me from behind," she said into his mouth as she kissed him.
"That would be my pleasure," Ron said, "but what is she going to say about
that?"
"Doesn't matter.  My bed, my husband, my rules," she whispered into his ear
before biting him. Ron slid out of Lavender;a development that she seemed most
displeased about. Hermione lifted up off of her, turned around, and slid down
between Lavender's legs. "Is this what you wanted, honey?" she asked as she
lifted up her hips and wriggled her arse at him. As he watched, she brought
Lavender's legs up and wrapped her mouth around the other girl's pussy.
"Oh my God, that is sexy!" he said as he got behind his wife and slid into her
with a long, hard stroke.
"Ah, take it easy there cowboy," Lavender said. "You're not trying to drive her
skull into me. Take long, easy strokes so that she can do what she does so...
yes! Just like that Hermione. Just. Like. That." Ron took a slow stoke into his
wife. She moaned, causing Lavender to moan as well. Ron found a speed that
everyone liked. It was just fast enough that Hermione was moaning with every
stroke he made, but not so fast that she couldn't make Lavender moan and writhe
under her mouth.
Within minutes, Lavender was crying out that she was coming. Ron nestled his
hips up against his wife's and ground against her so that she could concentrate
strictly on making their other lover orgasm. Finally, Lavender squirmed away
from Hermione's mouth, unable to take the exquisite torture anymore. "Does it
always taste that good?" Hermione asked. Ron reached down and pulled her
upright, his cock almost, but not completely, sliding out of her as he did.
"Let me find out," he replied with a devilish grin. He pulled his wife's back
against his chest and leaned forward so that he could kiss her deeply. His arms
wrapped around her and groped her as they made out. "Yes, it does," he said
when they finally broke apart again. "You're turn now."
"My thoughts exactly," Lavender concurred, sliding back down the bed. Ron took
hold of her thighs and pulled her over to him. Her ankles were up on his
shoulders. He looked down at her and grinned. She gave him an inquiring look.
He lifted her hips up with one hand and guided himself to her entrance with his
other. She made a contented little sigh as his head poked in. He glanced at his
wife, who was watching him with a look that could almost be called impatience.
He looked down at Lavender again, and slid home in one long stroke. Ron was
pleased by her reaction, an open mouthed silent scream that ended in a squeak.
He pulled back and did it again. Her breath started coming in labored gasps and
every exhale sounded like "oh." He loved this position with his wife, she
screamed her loudest when he bent her in half with her legs trapped under his
chest.
However, if it was good with his wife, it was nothing short of amazing with
Lavender. Lavender's thighs were thicker and her arse a little more padded. As
Ron began stroking in and out of her faster and harder, her body gave him
something to push against without stabbing him for his efforts. Their bodies
were slapping together loudly; Ron was pushing himself to see how deep he could
get inside her. With every forward thrust she let out a small cry.
Then he was facing his wife as she straddled Lavender's face. "Other way," he
heard Lavender say. Hermione leaned forward and gave him a wet kiss, then
complied. He could see Lavender's hands gliding up and over Hermione's body.
Both women seemed to be enjoying each other immensely, but Lavender continued
to buck her hips against Ron. He gave as good as he got though, and started
pounding her hard and fast, using his wife’s hips for leverage. Lavender
accidentally ‘kicked’ Hermione a couple of times, and Ron had hold back on his
thrusts to avoid doing it again.
Lavender didn't seem particularly pleased with this idea though. She pulled
Hermione forward so that she was bent over, though never stopped licking. Ron
was so caught up in watching Lavender's tongue play over his wife's pussy that
he actually lost track of what he was doing. "Don't stop now loverboy,"
Lavender said. Ron cleared his head, and slid into her with a slap of skin on
skin. "Oh yes, like that."
He watched as Lavender's hands raked and caressed his wife's thighs and
buttocks. She dragged her nails through the gap between the globes of
Hermione's arse. He watched with amazement as the muscle in the center puckered
in, pushed out, and puckered in again. His wife let out a soft moan. "Do that
again," Ron said. Lavender slowly pulled her index fingers back along the trail
and tickled lightly.
"Oo, oh yes." Hermione said in a low voice, strangled as though she was
fighting the sensation. One finger stayed there to tickle and tease, while the
other dipped down into her pussy. Ron could see that the finger was covered
with juices. Ron watched as she smeared them around the flexing sphincter, then
pushed in just a bit. Hermione shrieked and moaned.
That was the trigger that Ron's body couldn't deny, he was going to cum, and
soon. He adjusted his hands on Hermione's hips; then he started pounding in and
out of Lavender. She let out a string of strangled gasps and screams, Ron could
tell she was holding back. That was one thing that he just couldn't have. He
redoubled his efforts, pushing his toes hard into the mattress. "Scream for me
Lavender, let me hear you," he growled. He pushed with everything he had.
"Aieeeee!" was her vocal response as her body went taut beneath him. It was all
he needed. His eyes scrunched shut and he shot deep inside her with a loud
groan. After several long seconds he finally reclaimed conscious control of his
body. Lavender still had her hands on Hermione's arse, kneading the muscles
there and lightly scratching the skin.
Without pulling out, since he still had some life in the old boy yet, he pushed
himself up a bit and pulled Lavender's legs out so that she could lay them
along his legs, and squeeze his thighs. He leaned forward. His wife was moaning
and groaning. He could tell by the tone that she was both very excited and very
frustrated. Lavender was trying to pull out of where she was, but Ron placed a
finger on her chin. "Give her your best, Lav. We're gonna make her peel the
paint off the walls."
"Oh really," came his wife's voice. "Oh, oh, oh, Oh God!" Ron smiled in his
mind. He had no idea what Lavender was doing with her tongue, but he knew she
had a finger inside her. He knew this because he did also. However, the bulk of
his attention was focused on his tongue and mouth as he swirled his tongue over
his wife's anus. He pushed against it as it opened and closed. She started
making a lot of noise when he closed his lips around it.
He wasn't quite sure what he should be doing or how he should be doing it, but
he knew that his wife was enjoying it. This excited him; it had been a while
since they had discovered something new that just the two of them could do. He
blew across the wet skin and she shivered as the skin of her bum puckered up in
gooseflesh. He moved in again and kissed her hard, then stabbed his tongue
forward and swirled it around again. Now that he felt he had a handle on the
technique, he began working the finger that was inside her pussy as well.
Hermione began to call out, begging them not to stop. Ron pushed a second
finger into her, now that Lavender had removed hers. He felt her clench around
his fingers. He shoved his pointed tongue hard against her sphincter and she
screamed. Her orgasm was long, loud, and wet. He didn't let up though, and
apparently neither did Lavender. Soon she was squirming and trying to get away
from their tongues and fingers. It wasn't that easy though; they each had a
free hand to hold her in place. They finally relented when she rolled over and
curled up against the brass headboard.
Ron leaned down and bestowed a quick kiss on Lavender, then pulled out of her
and crawled over to his wife. He leaned down and kissed her. Slowly, she
uncurled and wrapped herself around him. He felt Lavender's warm, lush body
push up against his back. The girls were settling down, he could feel it,
Hermione's breathing was already slow and regular. Lavender's kisses on his
shoulder were getting softer and farther between. "Either of you girls hungry?"
Lavender's response was a simple, 'huh?'
"No you aren't," his wife mumbled. "You're staying here to cuddle with me."
Lavender made a noise of indignation. "Us. Whatever." Ron grinned; his wife
could be so cute sometimes. "If you're craving chocolate then there's some in
the drawer of my nightstand." He was way beyond chocolate, he needed a
cheeseburger- with bacon, and maybe chili. She kissed him lightly. "Why don't
you be a good boy and tuck us girls in."
"Okay dear." Ron decided he wouldn't say anything about the fact that it was
just barely nine o'clock on a Friday night. He fluffed the covers over them,
gave them each a kiss and prepared to head for the kitchen. He was going to
have a cheeseburger, probably two. Hopefully the girls would be ready to get up
when he got back.
"Happy Birthday, honey," the girls both said. They giggled sleepily. Lavender
rolled over and cuddled up next to his wife, her hand covering Hermione’s
tangle of soft hairs. Then again, he could eat later.
-------------------
It was a red-letter day at the Burrow as they celebrated Ron's birthday. Almost
everyone had managed to make it home. Ron was sitting at the head of the
massive picnic table that had been set up; the place normally given to his
father. Percy had just finished leading everyone through a rousing round of
"For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" that had been punctuated by a host of rude
remarks and small explosions. Cake was being served and people were wandering
around and talking.
"Can I give a keess to ze birsday boy?" came a voice from behind him. He spun
around to see a short, thin woman with long sheets of silvery blonde hair. She
smiled at him and he felt his knees turn to water.
"Fleur?" he said, dumbstruck.
"Hallo again, Ronald. Eet haz been some time, no?"
‘Breathe,’ Ron told himself. "Yes it has, ten years I think. I'm surprised you
remember me. Who are you here with?" He began to fidget with his wedding ring,
as was his habit when he was nervous. He hoped that Fleur would catch the
implied hint.
"Bill invited me to come wis him. We have been seeing each ozzer for a while
now."
"Lucky dog," he said before he could stop himself. She blushed a slight pink in
her cheeks. Ron was shocked; the Fleur he remembered was way too cool to blush.
"Sorry."
"It eez of no moment. You are still very sweet." She placed her hands on his
shoulders and pulled him down slightly. She stood on tiptoe and placed light
kisses on each of his cheeks.
"Ron."
‘Shit!’ Ron mentally cursed the fates. His wife did not sound happy. He
wondered how it was she always managed to appear at just that moment when
something innocent like a 'Hi, how are you?' could be construed as something
nefarious. "Hi, honey." His voice cracked. "You remember Fleur?"
"Pleasure." Ron winced; he knew he was so dead.
"Fleur, this is my wife, Hermione Weasley."
"Yes, I remember. Last time I saw you, you were wis Viktor Krum, no?"
"I traded up," Hermione said in a very cold tone, as she placed a possessive
hand on Ron's arm and closed the space between them.
"Yes, you did." Fleur shot a very knowing smile at Hermione. "Could you please
introduce me to ze ozzer wives? I don't know any of zem, and Bill seems to haf
abandoned me for ze moment."
"Other wives?" Hermione asked with a questioning look. Fleur held out her hand
like she was letting them in on a great secret. She was wearing an intricate
gold band with a beautiful marquis cut diamond. Hermione's expression
brightened considerably. Ron whistled, this girl was smooth; the ring was very
nice too.
"Please don't say anysing," she said in a conspiratorial tone. "I sink Bill is
planning on making an announcement later." She slipped off the ring and tucked
it in her pocket. Hermione led her away and Ron went to go find Bill.
*
Hermione didn't know whether to hate Fleur, or to admire her. She had been non-
plussed by the relatively cold reception she received from the other women.
However, her expression had shown that she was not oblivious to it. Then, in a
coup de grace that any Roman general would have admired, she asked the perfect
questions about how to deal with Molly and the relationship she had with her
boys and their wives. Instantly, the rest of the girls had warmed to her and
been full of advice and anecdotes. Even Hermione had been pulled in against her
preferences, and offered some rather interesting views on mothering the Weasley
boys.
"Is zere any reason ze birsday boy should be sleeping during his own party?"
Fleur asked, pointing to where Ron was sleeping in the hammock. Angelina's face
split into a most wicked grin.
"Girls," she said in a very let's-go-looking-for-trouble kind of voice, "let's
go give Ickle Ronniekins his birthday spankings." Alicia, Katie, Ginny, and
Hermione giggled in a rather evil way that some might see as cause to call the
girls 'witches.' Fleur looked appropriately shocked and Penny sighed, shook her
head, and rolled her eyes.
"Let me go wake him up first," Hermione said in a conspiratorial tone. She was
careful not to make any noise as she approached her sleeping husband. "Honey,"
she whispered very close to his ear. He made a noise that indicated he had
heard her, but was still half-asleep. "Is there a reason you're whipping the
weasel in front of the whole family?"
"What!" The hammock spun over and Ron crashed to the ground. Hermione laughed
at her husband then tried to smother it. She failed.
"Considering that I was dreaming about my other birthday party," Ron growled
out in a low voice, "that wasn't very funny. I could very well have been doing
it." Hermione blushed. Then the laughter overcame her again as the other wives
joined her.
"Ronnie fall down go boom?" Alicia teased him.
"Ha, ha." Ron sat up and his wife and sister pulled him to his feet. "Thank you
sweetie. Yeow!" he yelped as Hermione smacked his bum, hard.
"Two!" Ginny crowed as she smacked him as well. Hermione and Ginny still had
hold of him, and they bent him over as Alicia, and then Angelina took their
swings. The girls chided Fleur until finally she took a swat on him as well.
They cheered, although Fleur rubbed her hand and complained about how bony he
was.
"That's because you did it wrong dear," Penny said with authority. "You do it
like this." Her hand came down and all the other girls gasped at the loud smack
her hand made on him. Ron yelped, this time in pain instead of surprise. "You
have to hit them where the meat is," she said as an off-hand remark. "Now, try
it again."
Hermione was wondering if Ron was okay as Fleur stepped up behind him. She
brought her hand down and Ron gave a satisfying grunt. Hermione leaned over and
kissed him, he was such a good sport, and she told him so.
"What are you girls doing?" Molly asked. Ginny and Hermione both blushed and
the other girls, except Penny, giggled.
"Birthday spankings," Penny said as though the answer were obvious. "Hermione
said he's been needing them." Hermione's jaw dropped in shock; she had said no
such thing. As she looked around, the rest of the girls were trying to cover
their surprise as well. "Want to take a couple of whacks, Mum? Heaven knows,
you probably owe him more than a couple." Molly asked Penny to hold her glass.
"So, what number are we on dears?"
"Seven, Mum."
"Seven huh." She gave him a solid thwack, though it was nowhere near as solid
as Penny's had been. "Eight is for the hell you gave me when it was just you,
Fred and George after Perce went away to school. Nine is for being such a
monster when you were the 'Man in the House' after Fred and George left to go
to school." She thought for a moment. "Ten," her hand made a loud smack on his
rump, "is for general purposes, though I should probably have let Ginny have
that one because you were so horrible to her that year."
Hermione noticed that Ginny was blushing. "He wasn't all that bad, Mum; but I
am taking the next one." She reached back and gave Ron a solid smack. "Eleven
is the year you left me."
Hermione stood him up and gave him what amounted to a love pat and kissed him.
"Twelve is the year you stole my heart." There was a collective 'aww,' and
Hermione answered the question of what that moment was. "True love is when a
man belches slugs for you. He was so gallant then." She kissed him again. "We
won't talk about the fact that it took you another four years to get it right
though, will we?" The women all laughed as Ron tried in vain to defend himself.
Penny took thirteen, as punishment for catching her and Percy kissing in the
broomshed and then telling everyone about it. Fleur took fourteen, so that she
could tease him about asking her to the Yule Ball. Everyone laughed, though
Hermione had to force hers just a bit. Angelina took fifteen, so that she could
congratulate Ron for having made the house Quidditch team. Alicia took sixteen,
so she could remind everyone about the "sweet sixteen" party she and his
brothers had organized for him. Ginny took seventeen, because Ron had made such
a big deal about teasing her for being "Sweet Sixteen," and then getting Harry
to kiss her in front of everyone, making them an official couple.
Eighteen was delivered by Molly, because that was the year he moved out on his
own, leaving her without any boys in the house. Penny took number nineteen with
special pleasure, because Ron had embarrassed her and Percy at their wedding
with the story about catching them kissing in said broom shed. His wife
delivered twenty as a deep, sweet kiss because that was the year he had
proposed to her. She finished it off with a pinch that she hoped would bruise,
like he had given her when she turned twenty-one. Angelina and Alicia delivered
the next two, just because. Harry delivered a swift kick in the ass that he
counted as number twenty-four; Fred and George thought that was a marvelous
idea and followed suit. Katie took a shot since she hadn’t had a turn yet.
Finally, for number twenty-eight, all the women dropped a simultaneous smack
onto him as his father and brothers stood around cheering them on.
Lastly, each of the girls gave him a kiss and wished him well for the coming
year. His response was only a wish that he might be able to sit down some time
in the next six months without being reminded of their well wishes. Everyone
laughed and someone pressed a drink into his hand for a toast. He was having
such a good time that he forgot to ask where it had come from. Unfortunately,
it had come from Fred and George's private stash, but even he laughed about it
once he was back to normal again.
 
***** Chapter 7- Revelations *****
                            Chapter 7- Revelations
 
Angelina took a moment to re-orient herself after Apparating from her office. 
Katie’s note had said to come immediately; so she had dropped everything and
rushed over, half expecting to find MLES pawing through or confiscating their
stock.  However; a quick look around the store-room and a glance down to the
sales floor showed no signs of trouble.  Perplexed, she made her way down the
back stairs and into the office of Katie Jordan, her longtime friend, sister-
in-law, business associate, and fuck buddy.  Katie sprang from the chaise and
hustled Angelina into the room.  The door clicked shut and locked; Angelina
heard Katie cast an anti-listening charm.
 
“What’s gotten into her?” Angelina asked her other sister-in-law, Alicia,
referring to Katie.  A shrug was Alicia’s only response as she slid over to
make room for Angelina on the couch.
 
“You’ll never believe who was just in here!” Katie exclaimed. 
 
Angelina gave her younger friend a scrutinizing stare.  Katie was bouncing on
her toes, her hands clasped behind her back.  Angelina considered for a long
moment the most unlikely candidate she could come up with.  “Molly,” was her
off-hand response.  She felt Alicia shudder next to her as Katie stopped
bobbing.
 
“Ewww!” Katie responded, her face transforming from glee to revulsion.
 
Now it was Angelina’s turn to smile.  “Thank Merlin’s ghost for that.  I don’t
think I need those kind of images, nor would I ever be able to face my mother-
in-law again.”  The other two women nodded in agreement.  “So, who was it?”
 
Katie’s response was to pull out a longish-medium length dildo of reasonable
girth and slap it down on the coffee table.
 
“Ron?” Angelina speculated.  “Not a big deal, he’s been in here before.” 
However, Katie was looking even more excited and secretive now.
 
“Hermione!” Alicia exclaimed in disbelief. 
 
“And you’ll never believe who she was with,” Katie replied with a knowing nod. 
After a dramatic pause she leaned forward and whispered, “Lavender Finnigan. 
Here’s the best part; I overheard her say to Hermione, ‘so what am I in for
tonight’ and Hermione looks at the collection of dildos and picks up ‘The
Little Brother’.”
 
Angelina sat back as Alicia gasped and leaned forward.  “You don’t think…”
Alicia stammered.
 
“I do,” Angelina said sagely.  “I didn’t think she’d go through with it.” 
 
“Go through with what?” Katie asked as she collapsed on to her chaise,
reclining against its sloped back.
 
Angelina had the full attention of the other two now.  She stretched out and
propped her feet up on the coffee table.  “Our little brother and his wife have
been branching out lately.”  The expression of the other two seemed to be
caught between disbelief and excitement.  “I wonder if she,” she said, and
paused to tap the nail of her index finger against her front teeth.  “Yes,” she
answered herself, sitting forward.
 
“What,” Katie and Alicia asked in unison.
 
“I think it’s time to bring the younger siblings into the group.  The twins’
birthday is in a month.  That should be the perfect opportunity.”
 
“I don’t know,” Katie replied.  “It’s a long way from a three-way with your
school room-mate to an orgy with your in-laws.  I don’t think Hermione’s that
broad-minded yet.”
 
“And I’m not so sure that Ron would willingly share his wife with his
brothers,” Alicia added.
 
“Oh ye of little faith,” Angelina chided with a smile.  “Don’t you remember the
last party?  Hermione didn’t balk once at a dare; including trading underwear
with Fred in a cupboard, and a small one at that.”  She grinned wickedly at the
other two.  “Fred says she has very soft hands.”  She gave a satisfied smirk at
the other girls’ gasps.  “All she needs is a few glasses of wine to get her
started.”
 
“And Ron?” Alicia prompted again.
 
“Even easier,” Angelina replied with a wicked grin.  “We’ll just have to invite
Bill and Fleur.”  She took in the doubtful looks of her sisters-in-law.  “She’s
French, from Paris.  We’ll make it sound very chic and urbane.”  With a sudden
flash of insight she leaned forward.  “We’ll make it a costume ball, a
masquerade if you will.”
 
All three girls were getting excited now.  “We’ll have a costume selection at
our place next Friday,” Katie supplied.  “Wine, costumes, lingerie…”
 
Angelina noticed that Katie’s thighs were squeezed tightly together and
flexing.  She could almost smell Katie’s musky scent.  She licked her lips and
swallowed.  She noticed Alicia had noticed as well.  “I think,” Angelina
whispered conspiratorially, “that we should invite Harry and Ginny, too.”  She
smiled with satisfaction as Katie’s eyes got wide then closed again in dreamy
expectation.
 
“But who will Ginny…” Alicia trailed off.
 
“Lee will be there, and so will Harry.”  Angelina gave Alicia a hard stare and
nodded towards Katie, who now had her hand between her thighs as they flexed. 
“And of course, all of us girls; Ginny won’t be lonely or bored.”
 
Angelina got up and walked around behind Katie while directing Alicia to kneel
on the floor in front of her.  “Tell me Katie,” Angelina whispered, her breath
blowing warm across her ear, “would you like to do that?  Would you like to
shag your little-sister-in-law?”  Katie moaned an affirmation, then whimpered
as Alicia reached up and tweaked the nipple poking against her shirt.  “Maybe
you’d like to look down and see her red hair spilling over your lap while she
licks your hot cunt.”
 
“Ohhh,” was the moaned response as Angelina slid her hands down the inside of
Katie’s shirtand squeezed her breasts.  Katie began to pant as she lifted her
hips so that Alicia could strip her naked from the waist down.  Alicia teased
her unmercifully, licking the insides of her thighs, barely kissing the mound
of her pussy, licking at the bare skin.  Angelina was no kinder as she teased
at kissing the young vixen, dragging nails lightly over her abdomen and flanks,
catching all those little ticklish spots that turned her friend on so much. 
Katie settled even deeper into the chaise, so that she was almost laying down.
 
Angelina had never been able to resist Katie when she was like this: half-
naked, panting and whimpering, needing nothing so bad but for someone to give
her just a little satisfaction.  She dropped her knickers and hiked up her
skirt.  “Is this what you want?” Angelina asked as she stepped over the edge of
the chaise and settled her crotch against Katie’s mouth.  Instantly the other
girl’s tongue sprang to action and began licking the dark outer lips of
Angelina’s pussy.  She purred with delight as the tongue teased its way into
her.  As though acting by proxy, Angelina reached out and guided Alicia’s face
deep into Katie’s crotch.   The intense whimper of pleasure made Angelina’s
body hum.  She loved the way the Katie licked pussy, she had yet to find her
equal. 
 
Angelina stood there for a couple of minutes, slowly rotating her hips over
Katie’s mouth while watching Alicia’s tongue swirl over the clit just inches in
front of her.  “Mind if I try some of that?” 
 
Alicia looked up and smiled.  “Be my guest.”  She pushed Katie’s knees up and
out, giving Angelina easy access to the full opening.
 
“Thanks, sis.”  Angelina leaned in and gave Alicia a sumptuous kiss.  Almost
reluctantly, she broke away and leaned down to kiss Katie.  She had a new
decoration; a gold ring pierced her clit and dangled like some kind of obscene
pirate’s accoutrement.  She would just have to try it out.  With just a few of
swirls of her tongue she teased Katie’s clit into something that resembled a
small erection, then she sucked it between her lips.  Katie’s scream seemed to
travel all the way through her body and out her own mouth.  With a little
careful maneuvering Alicia licked and teased and gently pulled at the lips
before her until finally Katie begged them for mercy.  The final spasms and
whimpers of Katie’s orgasm triggered Angelina’s own, which Alicia seemed only
too happy suck the screams from as she crushed their lips together.
 
Angelina watched, curious, as Alicia stood, brushed her knees off, and put her
jacket back on.  “Done so soon?”
 
“I need to get back to work.  Besides,” she gave Angelina a wicked smile, “I’m
saving it for later.  I’ve been teasing George mercilessly for the last few
days, but I won’t let him do anything about it.  I think tonight I’ll take
advantage of him.”
 
“Naughty girl.”
 
“I may even borrow Fred if you don’t need him.”
 
“Are you asking?”
 
“Do you mind?”
 
“Nah, I may be pretty tired by the time you get home.  I haven’t had any time
with Katie since before Christmas.”
 
“Thanks.  Have a good time.”  Alicia reached down and picked up the dildo off
the table and laid it down between Katie’s open thighs.  “You may need this
later,” she said with a knowing smile.  Angelina barely noticed Alicia leaving,
as she turned and pulled Katie into her arms for a long, deep kiss.
 
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"Damn," Hermione said as she kicked the table.  The room around her was quiet,
despite the number of people gathered in the plush room. "I can't believe
Elizabeth beat Maureen to the snitch."  The fact that the season was over for
Ron was little comfort.  Yes, she would be glad to have her husband on weekends
again, but the Cannons had trained hard this year and come close.  Weekend
after next the playoffs would start without them for the one hundred twenty-
third season in a row.  Maybe next year.
 
"I'm sorry Hermione," Ginny said.  "For what it's worth, you'll have your
husband home weekend after next."
 
"So will you," Hermione replied.  "This means Puddlemere has been
mathematically eliminated."
 
"Damn," Ginny swore and kicked the table.
 
"Cor, mates, she's right."  Lee slumped down in his seat.  "This is a sad day,
Hermione knew more about the season ending standings than I did."
 
"Corrupted her right proper, we have," piped in George.
 
"Can it George," snapped Angelina.  "Hermione's a proper Quidditch wife, of
course she knew how her husband's team was doing."  She looked to Alicia who
gave her a near imperceptible nod.  “Why don’t you make yourself useful and pop
down to the refreshment stand and get me some cotton candy, I’m sure Alicia
would like some, too.  Oh, and a ginger-pumpkin slushee.  Take Fred with you to
help you carry it back.”
 
“Oo, ginger-pumpkin slushees,” Ginny cooed.  “That sounds yummy.”  She turned
to Harry and batted her eyelashes.  “Please,” she wheedled.  Harry groaned and
got up.
 
“Harry can get it all, then,” George quipped, settling back into his seat.
 
“Does he look like he has six arms?” Angelina shot at him.  Hermione smiled to
herself as she watched the exchange.  She had often wondered how the twins,
Lee. and their wives all lived in one house and worked together without
strangling each other.  “As a matter of fact why don’t you take all your
brothers and bring back a side of roasted water buffalo or something.  I’m
getting hungry.”  George scowled at her and turned to the door, grumbling
something to Fred as he passed him.  They scooped up Charlie and Harry on their
way out.
 
“Lee, what are you still doing here?”
 
“Well, you said brothers, and, right, I’ll just…”  Lee scampered out the door
behind the exiting gaggle of red-headed men.
 
Fleur stood and began pulling her cloak on.  “Perhaps Bill and I should be
going.”
 
“Actually,” Angelina said, all traces of irritation and rancor gone from her
tone.  “Fleur, would you stay for a bit?  There’s something I’d like to talk to
you about.”  She gave Bill a wink.  “It’s girl stuff, you don’t want to be here
anyway.  Would you mind making sure your younger brothers don’t spend too long
in the pub?”  Bill gave a snort of laughter and shook his head before leaving
the room.
 
Angelina watched the door for a full ten seconds after Bill left, while Alicia
moved down to the front of the box and glanced over the front edge before
closing the windows.
 
Angelina picked up a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass.  “Have another
glass, girls, we’ve a while before the boys return.”  She waited while everyone
poured.  “First, I would like to propose a toast to all of us for surviving
another season and keeping our men on track.  To the Wicked Weasley Witches
Coven, long may we share our frustration and freckly family.”  A general chorus
of ‘here, here,’ went up around the room.  “Now, I have a proposition for you.”
 
“You’re propositioning me?” Ginny said with mock innocence.  Everyone was
distracted when Katie began to choke on her wine.  After a moment she said she
was fine and the floor was ceded back to Angelina.
 
“As you girls know, Fred, George, and Lee all have birthdays coming up in a
couple of weeks.  This is usually a pretty big to do.  This year the boys will
be thirty, so it should be something really special.”
 
“Shouldn’t we have Molly and Penelope here for this discussion?”  Hermione
asked, knowing they were just across the stadium in the Minister’s box.  Katie
choked again and decided she’d had enough wine for a while.  Alicia and
Angelina looked to be sharing some kind of inside joke.
 
“Not really,” Angelina said with a knowing smile.  “Now normally, we- Katie,
Alicia and I; take our husbands out and paint the town red for their
birthdays.  It’s gotten to be something of an event in certain circles.”  She
cleared her throat self-consciously.  “Last year we spent a pretty considerable
sum of money keeping some of the more sordid details out of the paper.  Percy
would just have a fit, and Molly would have died of embarrassment; probably
never would have spoken to any of us again.  And we all know how much our
husbands value their mother’s good opinion, despite what they may say to the
contrary.” 
 
“I’ll drink to that,” Hermione said, surprising herself.  Glasses were tipped
all around in general agreement.  She wondered idly what they had done, but was
glad the file had never crossed her desk.  
 
“So, this year we thought we’d scale it down a bit,” Alicia took over.  “It
will still be a party to remember, but we’d like to restrict it to a more
select group.”
 
“What kind of party are we talking about here?” Ginny inquired.
 
“It will be a party in two stages.  One for general celebration, and one for
the more adventurous members of the family.”  Angelina stretched out her legs
and propped them up on the chair in front of her.  “Stage one will take place
at the shop.  It’ll be open to the general public.  We’ll have the usual fare-
drinks, refreshments, games, music, dancing in the streets.  Pretty much we’ll
take over the block and throw a big party.  We should get a pretty good turnout
this year, the twins’ birthday falls on a Sunday.  We figure the bobbies will
show up about ten to shut us down.  That’s when the real fun starts.”
 
“Oh,” Ginny interrupted.  “Then we could move it over to the Erumpent and
Dragon, it’s pretty close to the shop.  That place is always a party.”
 
“An intriguing idea,” Katie piped in, “but I think we might get arrested if we
move the party there.  What do you think Alicia?”
 
“Definitely; arrested if we’re lucky.  That’s of course assuming they’ll let
you back in.”  Alicia took a drink of her wine to avoid answering any more
questions.
 
“Actually,” Angelina spoke up again, “from there we take it back to the cabin
in Anglesey for a, uh…”  She waved her wine glass around as though searching
for the word she wanted.
 
“A, uh… Quidditch party,” Alicia said helpfully.
 
“I’m afraid I’ll have to pass” Hermione said.  “I’m no good on a broomstick.  I
can’t imagine doing it while inebriated.”
 
“You might be surprised what you can do after an evening of dancing and
drinking,” Angelina replied.  Hermione was sure that Angelina’s face was about
to rupture from the laughter she was holding in.  She cleared her throat.  “And
I’m sure the broomsticks won’t be a problem either.  This is a different
version of Quidditch, it’s Co-Ed Naked.”
 
“Grab your snitch and go,” Ginny laughed, then sputtered to a stop.  “This is…
Quidditch in the bedroom, isn’t it.”  Angelina raised an eyebrow in agreement. 
“With teams?”
 
“More like a free-for-all,” Alicia added helpfully.
 
Hermione had to make an effort to close her mouth.  She was pretty sure she had
just been invited to an orgy; she really wasn’t quite sure how one reacted to
that kind of invitation.  After all, good-girls raised in Oxfordshire didn’t go
to orgies.  Of course, good-girls from Oxfordshire didn’t do the dance of seven
veils and have threesomes with their school friends either. An orgy though; not
to mention with her family- well in-laws anyway.  On the upside though, many of
the boys had the same good looks and broad shoulders of her husband.  This led
her down the path of wondering how else they might be similar, and some very
interesting thoughts began to invade her mind.  She had always found Bill to be
very attractive in a roguish way, to say nothing of what he did to a pair of
tight jeans.
 
Hermione was so lost in her own thoughts that movement of a chair next to her
made her jump.  “You okay?” Ginny asked as she sat down next to her and leaned
in close.
 
“Yeah, you just startled me.”  She hadn’t realized until now just how much
cleavage Ginny was showing.  She tore her eyes away and looked up at her face.
 
“So, what do you think?  You and Ron going to go?”
 
“I don’t know,” Hermione answered slowly.  “It just seems kind of…”
 
“Odd?” Ginny offered.  Hermione nodded her agreement.   “I’m going to convince
Harry we should go.”
 
“But Ginny-”
 
“I know most of the guys will be my brothers.  Lee will be there though, and
mostly I’m going to try something new.”
 
“Oh?”
 
Ginny leaned in closer and whispered.  “We could, that is if you wanted to,
maybe… what we talked about before you and Ron and Harry got together.” 
Hermione nodded in understanding.  “This is the perfect opportunity.”  Ginny’s
nervous smile made Hermione shiver.  She remembered how pleasant her time with
Lavender had been the week before, but she started substituting Ginny’s breasts
and lips for Lavender’s and the idea excited her even more.
 
“I… I’d have to talk to Ron first,” Hermione said in a nervous whisper.  “I
mean, what would Ron do while you and I… you know.”
 
“Are you kidding,” Ginny teased.  “Alicia, Angelina, Katie, maybe Fleur- he
won’t know where to start.”  Hermione frowned at that thought.  “On the other
hand, think of the possibilities for you- Bill, Fred and George, me and Harry,
not to mention the other girls and Lee.  Imagine Hermione, you could be
sandwiched between Bill and Charlie, wouldn’t that be fun?”
 
“I, I just don’t know,” Hermione replied; although she was already trying to
figure out how she could bring it up with Ron.  She turned to call Angelina
over for a few quiet questions, but she was deep in conversation with Fleur. 
She looked around, unsure who else to ask.  Alicia got up and walked over to
them.
 
“Everything okay Hermione?” Alicia asked as she sat down next to her. 
 
“I’ve got a couple of questions,” she replied, hoping she didn’t sound as
nervous as she felt.
 
“Me too,” Ginny added.
 
Alicia motioned to Hermione.  “Is this… no...  How long has this… been going
on?”
 
“Were you going to ask if this is normal?”  Hermione nodded her head, feeling
very self-conscious.  “Not in most families, but then the Weasleys have never
been most families.  As to how long we’ve been doing this- Katie, Angelina, and
I have been sleeping with each other and swapping boyfriends since we were
probably sixteen.  During our last year at Hogwarts, the other girls in our
dorm didn’t come back; so Katie moved in and it was just the three of us. 
Things got a little crazy sometimes.”  Alicia turned an eye to Ginny.  “Didn’t
they, Gin?”
 
Ginny blushed and laughed a little.  “A little bit.  I still can’t believe the
three of you stood there and watched me give Lee a blowjob.”
 
Hermione choked a bit on that.  It seemed Ginny had left out a few fairly
important details.
 
“Worked though, didn’t it.  I still think you should have brought Harry up so
we could make sure you did okay.”
 
“But then I would have had to share him.”
 
“You’ll have to share him if you bring him to the party.  You are planning on
coming, I gather.”  Ginny nodded enthusiastically.  Alicia smiled and turned
back to Hermione.  “Any other questions?”
 
“Well, what are the rules?  I mean, do you sleep with just your partner in a
room full of people, do we go off by ourselves, do we have to have sex with
everyone or anyone who asks?  How do partners get picked?”
 
“Entirely up to you, dear.  Usually when we’re doing this with people who don’t
know each other intimately, we play some kind of game and let it go from
there.  You can sleep with whomever, where ever you want, and anybody can say
no to someone else.  Those rules have to be understood by everybody, up front. 
It’s a party, we want to make sure everyone has a good time and wants to come
back.”
 
Hermione paused, tapping her finger against her tooth.  “Why this year?  Why
not last year, or next year after Bill and Fleur are married, or… Christmas?”
Hermione said flippantly, trying to play off her discomfort with the subject.
 
“Angelina said the time was right.  She has a knack for these things so we
didn’t question it.”
 
“Oh, okay.”  Hermione didn’t say anything more, but gave Ginny a significant
look.  “There wouldn’t be anybody from outside the family there, would there? 
Oh god, mum and dad won’t be there, will they?”
 
“No, no, no.  Just the twins, Lee, me, Katie, Angelina, and then if you come. 
I don’t know about Bill and Fleur, but it wouldn’t be the first time for Bill,
though it would be the first time since he’s been with Fleur.  Charlie will
probably show up too, he usually does.  Maybe this year he’ll bring a date.” 
Alicia leaned back in her seat and took a drink of her wine.  “So, Hermione, do
you want to come?”
 
“I, uh, need to talk to Ron first.”
 
“I understand, but the question I asked was do you want to come.”
 
Hermione tried not to jump when Ginny’s bare foot rubbed up the back of her
calf.  She looked at Ginny, just to make sure that it was her foot.  She was
wearing a broad, falsely innocent smile and winked at Hermione.  “I, I think I
might.”  She looked down at the table, feeling her blush creep up her face.  “I
can’t believe I just said that.”
 
“It’s okay to be nervous,” Alicia said, taking Hermione’s hand in hers.  “Most
people are the first time; especially people who grew up in quiet, respectable
families from Oxfordshire.”  Hermione could not miss the emphasis that Alicia
placed on the last part.  Suddenly, it dawned on her what Alicia meant.
 
“You’re one of those Spinnets?”  Hermione felt embarrassed about the way she
said it even as she blurted it out.  She remembered summer evening garden
parties surrounded by adults showing off their highly accomplished children. 
She remembered Christmas receptions in a large manor house, decorated with
enormous trees and expensive gifts given to the attendees.
 
“My grandfather,” Alicia replied, as though somehow embarrassed by Hermione’s
discovery.
 
“I had no idea.”
 
“Neither did I until I was home at Christmas and met your parents.  Think of
all the years I could have been corrupting you.”  The girls all laughed; then
Alicia raised Hermione’s hand and kissed it on the fingers.  “Everything will
be fine.  If you have any questions, give me a ring.”
 
Ginny grabbed her hands after Alicia left.  “Hermione, this is going to be so
much fun.  You have to come.”  She leaned in closer.  “Just think, me, you, and
Harry in the big brass bed upstairs.”
 
“Don’t get carried away.  I mean, what if Harry or Ron don’t want to go?  What
if I change my mind?”
 
“Please don’t, Hermione.  I can’t tell you how much I want you to say yes. 
Don’t you worry about Harry, and if Ron is reluctant, ring me and I’ll help you
figure it out.”
 
She had to admit, she had thought about what it would be like to be with Ginny
several times over the last few weeks.  She pulled Ginny’s fingers up to her
mouth and kissed them lightly.  “I’ll be there, Ginny.  I’ll be there and you
can watch me change into my night clothes, and ask me into your bed, and kiss
me and touch me, and I’ll kiss you and touch you back.”
 
“Thank you,” Ginny said in a very quiet voice.
 
---------------------
 
As Angelina had said and Ginny had suspected, the boys were all in the pub,
gathered round a large table and boisterously arguing the outcome of the match
with several other patrons.  Harry was gesticulating wildly and slopping beer
as he vehemently argued the case that the Cannons problem was not a lack of
technical skill, but a lack of confidence in themselves.  Ginny smiled to
herself, despite all his assertions to the contrary Harry was still a Chudley
fan at heart.  Of course, since Ron had been promoted to Team Manager at the
end of the previous season, the entire family had at least taken a passing
interest in the Cannons.  ‘Oh well,’ she thought to herself, ‘maybe next year.’
 
She wound her way through the crowd to Harry’s side.  “Are you drunk yet?” she
whispered in his ear.
 
“Pleasantly buzzed,” he said with a roguish smile and tipped his Guinness back
to swallow a fourth of the glass.
 
“Perfect,” she said with a wicked smile, “just enough to be useful.”  Harry
looked at her and raised an eyebrow.  “You have exactly sixty seconds to take
me home and fuck me silly.”
 
“Alrighty then,” Harry said with a wide grin.  He tipped his head back and
Ginny watched his Adam’s Apple bob up and down as the dark liquid drained from
the glass.
 
“Are you sober enough to Apparate?”
 
“I feel like I could do anything.”
 
“No, you’re not.”  She shook her head and laughed.  As if Harry needed to find
courage or confidence in the bottom of a pint.  She leaned in close to him and
rubbed his crotch through his jeans. “Just my luck, you’d splinch that glorious
John Thomas of yours right off; which would be a real shame in its current
condition.”  He continued to lengthen and stiffen under her ministrations. 
“Grab my arm.”  She ignored the whooping and hollering of Fred and George as
they looked at her and realized what she was doing.  With a smile, a flick of
the wrist, and a pop, Harry and Ginny arrived in their bedroom.
 
Harry stumbled and fell onto the bed.  “So much the better,” Ginny said. 
Another flick of her wrist and Harry was naked.  She quickly divested herself
of clothing and crawled over Harry.  He grabbed her waist as she pulled even
with him.  “Not this time,” she said and pulled away from him.  She straddled
his face and grabbed a handful of hair.  “Lick it.”
 
“Are you trying to tell me what to do?”
 
“Yes, I am.  Now, dammit Harry, lick my cunt.”
 
“No.”
 
Ginny almost screamed in frustration; here she was on the verge of a fantasy
fulfilling orgasm and Harry was playing games with her.  She decided to give
him what he wanted.  “Please, Harry.  Please lick my hot little cunt.”
 
“That’s better, but not very convincing.”  The smile he gave her was wicked and
teasing.  He knew exactly how badly she wanted it and he was going to take full
advantage of her for it.
 
“Please,” she wheedled, “please let me feel your tongue on my clit.  Please
suck on my pussy.  Let me cum for you.”
 
“My, my,” Harry said, as he blew across her damp crotch and made her shiver. 
“Somebody is terribly randy, isn’t she?”
 
“Please,” she begged in frustration.
 
“Tell me why.”
 
“Can’t,” she panted as his breath teased her damp, sensitive skin, “can’t think
straight, need to cum.  Please Harry, make me cum in your hot mouth.  Please
lick my cunt.”
 
Ginny shivered in ecstasy as Harry ran his tongue over the sensitive, bare skin
around her pussy.  Despite how much he had teased her and made her beg thus
far, he now set about the business of pleasing her.  His tongue pierced her and
swirled inside her.  She begged him to keep at it; encouraged him to go deeper,
lick harder and faster.  His nose brushed over her clit and she let out a hiss
of pleasure.
 
“Is that what you want?” Harry teased her, flicking his tongue over her clit.
 
“Yes!”Ginny was slowly losing her mind.  Ever since Angelina’s invitation all
she had been able to think about was getting her pussy licked by her sisters. 
Harry attacked her clit, flicking his tongue hard across it, pressing his
tongue to it and swirling it around, or sucking it into his mouth and nibbling
a bit.  When she had her first orgasm, he held tight to her hips and kept her
from moving.  She begged him for mercy as he continued to work over her
sensitized clit and swollen pussy.  Finally, after her third hard orgasm, he
let her fall to the bed.
 
“Does your pussy feel better now?” he teased as he rolled her onto her back and
took hold of her ankles as he crawled between her legs.
 
“Be gentle,” she said, pouting out her bottom lip.
 
“This she says after she threw me on the bed and threatened to suffocate me.” 
Harry took hold of his cock and slapped it against her engorged clit several
times.  In response her pussy opened a bit and she could feel it getting wet
again.  Harry owned her body and soul and she knew it.  She felt every inch of
him as he slid into her.  “Tell me why you’re so hot,” Harry commanded after he
nestled himself deep inside her. 
 
“Angelina is,” her statement was interrupted by her own moaning as Harry began
to stroke slowly in and out of her.
 
“Is what?”
 
“Is making it possible,” she panted as Harry sped up, “for you to have your
fantasy of- fuck, your dick feels huge, of… multiple partners.”
 
“How?” Harry asked, his tone disbelieving as he stopped.
 
For years Harry had wanted to see Ginny with another partner.  He had dreamed
of fucking and being fucked by multiple partners.  In the few weeks since his
encounter with Ron and Hermione his fantasy had expanded to include both men
and women in those partners.  She had long wanted to give him that special
treat, but they had always been too afraid to approach anyone about it for fear
that their story would get sold to a cheap tabloid or be used to blackmail them
later. 
 
Ginny took a deep breath to settle herself and told Harry all about what
Angelina had planned.  His eyes twinkled as she told him about her plans to
seduce Hermione.  He fairly smoldered as she talked about what it might be like
to help him tease and please Katie, who she had long thought he had a secret
crush on.  He fucked her silly as she fantasized about what it would be like to
have both him and Lee filling her.  When she mentioned the possibility of Harry
being stolen away for a quick shag by one of her brothers he went rigid and
came deep inside her with a rumbling growl.
 
“I take it you want to go,” she said with a wicked smile after he had recovered
his senses.
 
“I take it I’m not the only one,” he grinned back.
 
“We’ll owl Angie after we get out of the shower.” 
 
----------------
 
Everything was perfect.  There were just enough candles of the right scents to
be truly relaxing, Sade was playing softly on the CD player, a bottle of wine
chilled in the bucket and a glass had been poured, and the water temperature
was perfect.  Angelina dropped her silk robe on the floor and glanced at
herself in the mirror.  She told herself she wasn’t vain, not really, but as
she looked more carefully she could see what kept men watching her long after
it was inappropriate.  Her coffee-with-cream skin was exotic and sexy, and hid
those little blemishes that were always the undoing of girls with milk-white
skin.  Her breasts were still full and high, but they were starting to show the
first signs of sagging, in another year or so she wouldn’t be able to wear t-
shirts without a bra.  She hefted them and ran her hands over them, the skin
was still smooth and unblemished and her dark nipples still responded quickly
to even her casual touch.
 
She sighed as she ran her hands down over her ribs and stomach.  The little bit
of roundness she had picked up as her arse had filled out and her hips spread
was still there.  It seemed no amount of sit-ups or crunches would ever make it
go away.  She had toyed with the idea of surgery or potions, but she was
reluctant to take chances with such a fine body over so small a thing.   Her
hand continued lower and encountered the first bits of stubble before running
into the patch of dense pubic hair she kept for decoration.  She contemplated
just shaving it bald tonight, but she was proud of the little ‘FA’ that had
taken her half-an-hour in front of the mirror.  She had three weeks until the
party, if she shaved it tonight she would have just enough time to grow out
something new.  That decision made, she caressed one leg then the other.  The
time spent running was still paying off, her legs were firm and smooth. 
 
Last but not least she turned and gazed at her arse in the mirror.  She had
never been completely happy with it, she always felt it was just a little too
large.  Granted, she didn’t want a scrawny little bony ass like Katie’s or
Hermione’s; but she’d always wished for something a little tighter than what
she had, maybe more like Alicia’s.  She felt her’s was just a little too big to
be appropriate for a thong, and she adored wearing a thong- probably because it
drove Fred crazy with lust for her ass when she did.  She rolled her eyes at
herself and her vanity as she turned off the light and walked to the tub.
 
She had just gotten comfortable when she heard a creak on the landing outside
her room.  There was no knock, so she assumed it must be Fred.  ‘Oh well,’ she
thought to herself, ‘so much for a quiet bath.’
 
“Post for you, from my little sister,” Fred said as he entered the room and
stopped to look around.  “Nice, very seductive.  Were you planning on seducing
me tonight?”
 
“That was a quick decision,” Angie replied, ignoring her husband’s other
remarks.  She held out her hand for the envelope. 
 
“It’ll cost you,” he said as he licked her palm.
 
“That was gross.”  She dipped her hand in the water and dried it on a small
towel beside the tub.
 
“You never complain when I lick you like that during sex.”
 
“That’s different, that’s during sex.”
 
“I thought this was foreplay.”
 
“Not yet, dear.  Now give me the envelope.”  Fred stepped up on the wall of the
tub at the opposite end from her.  “Frederick Archibald, if you put that nasty
shoe in my bath water I swear by power of Merlin himself I will tie you to the
bed and leave you there for a week.”
 
“Oo, baby,” Fred teased, waving his foot above the water.
 
“And I’ll slap a Sucking Sylph on your dick and leave it there for the whole
week.”
 
“A week?” Fred cried in horror and snapped his foot back.  “I wouldn’t be able
to have sex for at least a month after that!”
 
“Which means you would miss your own party.”
 
“Party?”
 
“Yes, party.  Now, give me the envelope, that’s what it’s about.”  Fred handed
her the envelope and began stripping out of his clothes.  She watched him for a
moment and laughed at his ridiculous moves.  “It’s a good thing you don’t have
to make a living doing that.”
 
“Well, this is the lousiest stripping music I’ve ever heard.”  He started
hopping across the room on one foot as he tried to pull his pants off, then
finally fell over in the doorway.  Angelina laughed at his antics and slid back
down into the water as she opened the envelope.  She smiled and slipped the
note back into the envelope, then set it alight over one of the candles beside
her.  “I don’t remember inviting you,” she said as her, now naked, husband
slipped into the bath.
 
“I don’t remember you telling me I couldn’t.”
 
“You’re incorrigible,” she said as she smiled and chuckled.  Suddenly her
expression changed.  “Get your toe out of there!  Pervert.”
 
“But you know how much that turns me on.”
 
“That’s your brother that has the foot fetish.”
 
“No, I’m George.  I have the foot fetish.”
 
“Fred, your dick points the wrong way for you to be George.”
 
“You can’t even see my dick right now.  So how would you know?”
 
“I saw it when you got in.  Besides, that’s just the most obvious difference. 
Now, would you kindly remove your big toe from my cunt.  Thank you.”
 
“Spoil my fun.”  He exaggerated a long, droopy frown that made her laugh in
spite of him.  “Besides, I might have a foot fetish.  If you let me do that,
maybe I’ll develop one.”
 
“Okay, let’s find out.”  She lifted her foot out of the water and pointed her
toes at his mouth.  “Suck them.”  He made a face and leaned over just enough to
barely kiss the tip of her toes.  “I told you so.  If you were George you’d be
sucking the toes of one foot and stroking the other.”  She lowered her foot
back into the water.
 
“So, what’s this about a party?” he asked.
 
She moved around until she had Fred’s dick caught between the soles of her
feet, and then began to rub a bit.  “Us girls thought it might be a better idea
to keep you boys home after last year’s debacle.  We lost four months’ profit
in those payoffs and repairs.  But, this is your thirtieth birthday so we had
to do something to spice it up.  We decided to invite some new people this
year.”
 
“Anybody I know?” Fred asked as he reached below the water to rub her calves. 
“By the way, that feels really good.”
 
“I noticed,” she said with a smile.  “Bill and Fleur agreed to come.  Actually,
Fleur accepted for both of them.”
 
“Are we talking about the same kind of party here?”
 
“Yes, we are: Roman party, kind typically thrown by Caligula.” 
 
“Nice,” he said with exaggeration as he nodded.
 
“Ron and Hermione are discussing it.”
 
“Are we talking about the same Ron, my brother, and his wife Hermione, former
Head Girl and Lead Prosecutor for the Ministry of Magic?”
 
“The same; I think she is intrigued by the idea.  Ron, I have no idea about but
I’m hoping that Fleur will tempt him.”
 
“Interesting, I wonder if the rest of her is as soft as her hands.”
 
“And I just burned Harry and Ginny’s enthusiastic acceptance.”
 
“That’s,” he stopped for a minute and thought, “going to be different.  Did you
invite Percy and Penelope, too?”
 
“No.  I have my suspicions about them, but I don’t think they would ever share
it with the family.  Percy wouldn’t trust you two to keep the secret.”
 
“You know something about them, don’t you.”
 
“I don’t know anything.”
 
“But you suspect?”
 
“Fred, you know I don’t discuss that side of the business with anyone.”
 
“You realize this is going to drive me crazy.”  The water started to ripple as
she moved her feet back and forth.  “That’s not what I was referring to.”  She
smiled and gave her best, ‘who, me?’ look; the one she had learned from him. 
He shook his head and smiled back.  “This means that George and I will have to
curtail certain activities.  I don’t think some of the other siblings would
understand or be very accepting of it.”
 
“You’re probably right.  Bill and Charlie won’t care, they already know.  Ron,
though, would never understand.  Ginny would be crushed, I think.  She idolizes
you two and I don’t think she would want to see that.”
 
“I think you’re wrong there.  She would want to see it, I just don’t know if
she’d understand it.  That girl has all the makings of a serious voyeur.  You
did know that Extendable Ears and I’ll See You Laters were both her idea,
didn’t you?”  Angie shook her head.  “Yeah, she likes to hide in closets and go
through people’s stuff.  I’ve seen her watch me masturbate.  She was hiding in
my closet and I didn’t know it until I was about half done; so I gave her a
show.  She never said anything about it, but I knew, and she knew I knew.  I
also caught her stealing my magazines, but that was when she was much younger.”
 
“No wonder she was so excited.  I had no idea she was such a naughty little
girl.”
 
“Enough about my siblings though.”  He looked meaningfully at the razor on the
side of the tub.  “You’re getting rid of our initials?”  She explained that she
wanted something different for the party.  “Would you like some help with
that?”
 
“I thought you’d never ask.”  She hopped up on the edge of the tub and spread
her legs for him.  She was eager with anticipation as Fred crawled across the
tub and stopped just a hair’s breadth from kissing her mound.  “Don’t tease.” 
She hummed with pleasure as his tongue extended and slid along the edges of her
labia before circling her clit and flicking back and forth a few times. 
“That’s a good boy.  Lick my pussy.”
 
“Boy?”  Fred stood up and shook his cock at her.  “I got your ‘boy’ right
here.”
 
“And he’s such a nice little boy.”  She kissed the head of his dick.  “But
you’re not done yet.”  Fred gave her a look that promised she would pay for her
remarks later.  She looked forward to it, he always made her pay in the most
delightful of ways.
 
“Wand or razor?” he asked.  The wand had the advantage of being done quickly
and thoroughly.  The hair wouldn’t grow back for a couple of weeks and none of
it would be missed, even the sensitive areas.  However, it would also be done
with a word, and well, what was the fun in that.
 
“Razor, since you’re here to help me.”  She leaned back and propped herself up
on her elbows so she could watch him.  First, he scooped handfuls of water from
the tub and let it run over skin in rivulets that poured slowly from his cupped
hands.  When she was thoroughly wet, he spent an inordinate amount of time
lathering the small triangular area- just to make sure she sufficiently
prepared for him.  He picked up the razor and pushed the button so that it
vibrated and buzzed ever so slightly.  They waggled their eyebrows at each
other, he in insinuation, she in tacit approval.
 
With long, sure strokes, borne of much practice, he deftly removed the stubble
until a single stripe of foam remained.  The pleasant buzz of the razor
combined with Fred’s playful fingers had brought her close to a state of
ecstasy, but he was deliberately keeping her from going over.  “That makes me
sad,” Angelina said as Fred sat contemplating his target, the razor poised for
its final stroke.
 
“I did like the ‘FA’,” he replied, “it was very nice.  A fine bit of work you
did, and a nice surprise.”
 
“I meant sad that you’re almost done.”
 
“Not done.  Merely done with this step.”  With a single stroke, her pussy was
now completely bald.  “So beautiful.”  He leaned forward and placed a single
kiss just above her clit.  “Needs something though.”  He rinsed her off and
then picked up a bottle of scented oil.  He poured liberally over her skin and
rubbed it in with hard, broad strokes of his hand.  As he began concentrating
more effort between her legs, she could feel the cold sensation running down
her cleft and into the crack of her ass.  Fred also seemed to notice and began
to massage the fluid into there as well.  Finally, sensing her desire and need,
his tongue snaked into her folds and caressed her clit.  Her moans of pleasure
egged him on until at last she clamped her thighs down on his head and came
with a scream.
 
“Fuck me!” she sighed as she began to come down from the high of a long
anticipated orgasm.
 
“I thought you’d never ask.”  Fred pulled her back into the tub and pinned her
to the sloped wall.  The water began to ripple, then break, and finally sloshed
over the edges of the tub as he fucked her with his whole body.  He had braced
his legs against the opposite wall of the tub and was able to lean in to every
stroke.  Just as he was about to reach his full forward penetration she would
buck her hips into him.  Her freshly shorn, hypersensitive skin sang with
pleasure as his rough pubic hair rubbed over her and tickled her clit.
 
“Fuck, that’s nice,” she groaned as she grabbed his earlobe in her teeth.  His
moan was accompanied by a brutal thrust that lifted her off the bottom of the
tub.  He kept thrusting hard into her as she dug her nails into the meat of his
ass and pushed back against him. 
 
“Turn around,” Fred growled in her ear as she squeezed his nipple. 
 
“I’ve got a better idea.  Sit on the deck and face the mirrors.  I want to
watch you fuck me.”
 
After he was situated, she stepped in front of him and he grabbed her hips as
she squatted over his lap.  “This is gonna be fuckin’ wonderful,” he said as he
spread her arse open.  His dick slid into her anal canal with minimal
resistance due to the combined fluids that covered them both.  “Have I ever
told you how much I love fucking your ass?”
 
“Every time,” she replied as she pushed back onto him.  While not the largest
of the brothers, at least the ones she knew about, she loved the way his cock
filled her ass.  Every time he slid it in there, she felt like she was going to
come apart at the seams.  She watched herself as she ran hands over her body,
up into her hair, then back down to play with Fred’s balls.  He was in a state
of sheer bliss, his head rolled back and his eyes closed as he held her and
bounced her up and down.  “Fuck, that’s nice,” she said as he moved one hand
from her hip to her clit.
 
“Yes, it is,” he replied.  “I love the feel of your cunt after you shave it.” 
He rubbed his hand over the area, making sure to tease her clit and open her
folds as he did so.  “Grab your tits for me, I want to see you lick your
nipples while I fuck your ass.”
 
“Like this, you mean?”  She squeezed her nipples between her fingers and lifted
first one, then the other to her waiting tongue.  The entire time she kept eye
contact with Fred in the mirror a few feet away.
 
“Exactly like that.  Fuck yes!” he shouted as she started clenching her
sphincter around him.  “Gonna make me cum in your ass.”  He grabbed her hips
again and started to pound her even harder.  “Don’t let that pussy get
lonely.”  His groans got louder as she spread herself open and started to
finger herself, watching him watching her.  “Tell me what it tastes like.”
 
She slid a finger deep inside herself, then back out and held it up so they
could both see it glisten in the guttering candle light.  She sucked all of it
into her mouth and closed her eyes, reveling in the soapy, tangy, smooth flavor
that was her and her bath oils and the shaving cream.  “Oh fuck yeah, you’re
such a hot and nasty little slut.  Gonna cum deep in your… aagh! FUUUUUCK!”  He
pulled her hard against him and shoved as deep as he could.
 
She could feel every muscle twitch and every spasm his dick made.  She could
feel the pulsing of fluid through the vein under his cock as it passed her
anus.  She was so close, she pinched her clit between two fingers as his semen
set her insides on fire.  “Fuck me!” she screamed as she came in an explosive
burst.  She wanted to keep milking Fred as long as she could, but she could
barely keep herself upright as the final waves of orgasmic pleasure rippled
through her body and dripped away.
 
“Fuck, that was good.” Fred said as he leaned his sweaty forehead against her
back.
 
“Good enough to do it again?” she asked.  “My cunt is feeling a little
neglected now.”
 
“I can do that.”
 
“I know you can.”  She looked at herself in the mirror; her skin glistened in
the candle light.  “I need a shower now, meet me there.”
 
“My pleasure,” he said with a smile as he kissed her shoulder.
 
“Mine, too,” she said with a smile. “Mine too.”
***** Chapter 8 *****
It was a typical Sunday afternoon; Ron sat at the table with his wife, each
going over notes for the coming week’s work.  Atypically though, Hermione was
doing nearly nothing.  She sat staring at an open card that had arrived by owl
half-an-hour earlier; her pen hung in the air, poised to respond, but remained
unmoving as Hermione stared off into space.  Unable to take the suspense any
longer, Ron slid from his chair and walked around behind his wife.  She jumped
as he gathered her hair and kissed her neck.
 
“Feeling guilty about something?” he mumbled against her skin as she covered
the card.
 
“No,” she objected a bit too strenuously. 
 
“I see,” he replied as his hands slid over her torso, noting her hard nipples
as he grazed over them.  He continued down her arms, raising goose bumps along
her skin in the wake of his touch.  His fingers were within inches of the card
when she seemed to realize what he was doing.  She hopped up and fell forward,
her body covering what looked like a party announcement of some kind.  “What is
that, an invitation to an orgy or something?” Ron teased her.
 
“No,” she squeaked.  Then she did something that completely shocked Ron, she
leaned forward and swept everything off the table and onto the floor.  Then she
climbed up on to it and got on her hands and knees.  She reached back and
lifted up the oxford style button down she was wearing to expose her arse.  He
was not surprised that she was naked underneath; she had been doing that a lot
in the last week. 
 
“Lick me,” she cooed over her shoulder.  “I can’t remember the last time you
licked my pussy.”
 
“Last night,” he replied as he sat down in her chair.  He placed his hands on
her hips and admired the way her slender legs and hips framed her crotch. 
 
“That long ago?”  She let out a pleasant moan as he kissed the insides of her
thighs.
 
Ron was trying to decide whether to take his time or go in for the attack when
his tongue caressed her clit and she called out his name.  He smiled to himself
as he squeezed her ass and speared his tongue into her.  She responded in kind,
pushing her crotch against his mouth.  He reached around her leg and pressed
his thumb against her clit as he worked his tongue around inside of her.  His
other hand strayed as well until his thumb came to rest against her anus.  He
rubbed and pushed until the tip of his thumb penetrated her.  There was a sharp
intake of breath as she flexed around the intruding digit.
 
“Does that feel okay?”
 
“Uh-huh,” she sputtered as her breathing became shorter and faster. 
 
Ron began to move the thumb around inside her in tandem with the thumb on her
clit; he was careful not to move it to much though.  In the time since their
weekend with Lavender, he had continued to experiment with how far Hermione
would let him go.  She had been hesitant at first, but had warmed to Ron’s
gentle ministrations and small intrusions.  The night before last she had gone
as far as to ask him to lick her there, though she couldn’t quite bring herself
to actually name it.
 
“A little more.”
 
Not quite sure which she wanted more of, he gave her more of all three.  She
let out a pleasant shriek as his thumb slid in past the knuckle.  She pushed
back against him and this thumb slid all the way into her and her clit caught
between his fingers.  Almost immediately she began to call out his name as her
body shook.  After several seconds she shrieked and collapsed on the table.
 
“Liked that, did ya?”  Ron gently removed his thumb from her.
 
“Wow!  I was not quite ready for that.”  She took several deep breaths. 
“You’re right though, I did like it.”  Ron smiled to himself as he saw the
blush creep over her cheeks.  “Can you help me down off the table?  I need to
run to the little girls’ room.”  She smiled up at him as he helped her down and
‘accidentally’ rubbed his erect cock against her bum.  “Ron!”
 
“Don’t try to act like you’re surprised by this,” Ron quipped.  “If you weren’t
such a naughty little minx, I wouldn’t have this problem.”
 
“Naughty, huh?  I’ll show you naughty.”  With that she turned and sauntered
toward their bedroom, her hips swinging outrageously.  At the top of the
stairs, she stopped to look over her shoulder at him.  With an exaggerated pout
she kissed the tip of her finger and pushed it against her ass before
disappearing into their room.
 
A statement like that would normally have prompted Ron to grab her and throw
her on the bed where they would tussle until one of them decided to “lose” to
the other, which usually meant that Ron pinned her to the bed and licked and
nibbled her upper body while screwing her as deep as he could.  This time Ron
kept his gut reaction in check as he contemplated his wife’s behavior.  He
considered reaching down and picking up the card she had been so careful to
keep from him earlier.  He knew that would upset her though, she was going to
great lengths to keep whatever it was secret.  All he needed to do was to get
her talking about it and eventually she would spill the beans on it.  That was
definitely the better course of action he decided, a little tickle torture,
maybe a nice massage, brush her hair, eventually she’d give it up. 
 
He entered the room as quietly as he could and crawled onto the bed.  He leaned
back against the cold, brass headboard and considered the situation.  She’d
been sitting on this secret for a week now, and she wasn’t hiding it very
well.  That meant she wanted him to know the secret.  If she wanted him to
know, why didn’t she tell him?  He could only surmise that there was something
embarrassing about the secret, maybe something salacious.  Whatever it was
seemed to be translating itself into sexual energy; they had fucked more in the
last week than they had at any other time in their relationship.  For a moment
he considered dropping it and just taking advantage of the situation.  After
all, during sex and foreplay she gave as good as she got and she seemed to be
on the verge of letting him do something really kinky to her.  His cock
twitched as he fantasized again about what it would be like to slide his dick
into her nice, tight arse.
 
“I’m happy to see you too, John Thomas.”  Ron’s eyes snapped open just in time
to see his wife lean down and place a very wet kiss on the head of his cock. 
“Were you dreaming about being buried deep inside me, making me call out your
name as I bounced up and down your glorious erection?”  Without waiting for an
answer, she put one knee on the bed and straddled his hips.  She leaned in
close to him until her mouth was next to his ear.  “I was,” she said in a
hoarse whisper.
 
Ron was sorely tempted to let her do exactly what she was threatening.  He
pulled her down and settled her against his hips, his cock trapped beneath
her.  It was a bit uncomfortable for him, but he hoped that it would help him
focus.  “What’s going on, Hermione?” 
 
“What do you mean?” 
 
Ron realized she was looking at the end of his nose, not his eyes, as she
responded.  He ducked his head a bit and looked up at her.  “I mean, you’re
keeping secrets, and not doing a very good job of it.”  He let her squirm for a
minute, but she was not very forthcoming.  “What was in that envelope?” 
 
“I, I want to tell you, I really do.”  She bit her bottom lip, ducked her head,
and looked up at him through her eyelashes.  It was all he could do not to
throw her on the bed and fuck her silly.  She looked at him with an amused
grin, then ducked her head back down.  “I can’t though.”
 
“Of course you can,” he replied.
 
“But you’ll think I’m a bad girl; that I’m some kind of naughty little minx.” 
That brought him up short.  He had been expecting several responses, but this
was definitely not one of them.  “I’m not a bad girl, I’m not naughty.  Well,
maybe a little naughty.”
 
Ron took a couple of deep breaths as he tried to regain his composure. The way
she kept referring to herself as naughty and a ‘bad girl’ was triggering
memories of reading a book that Hermione had brought home about psychology and
sex.  Most of it had gone right over his head or had disgusted him so much that
he stopped reading after only a couple of chapters.  Some of it had stuck
though, much to his chagrin, and was bubbling back to the surface now.
 
Ron chose his next words carefully, not quite sure where she was going with
this but curious to find out.  “What would you make you a bad girl?”  He was
surprised, and a little alarmed, to hear that his voice had dropped in timbre
and taken on an air of authority.   Hermione seemed surprised by it as well.
 
“Something I want to do, something I really want to do.”  She curled a lock of
hair around her finger and wouldn’t look at him.  “If I do it though, then you
have to do it; then you would be naughty too, but not as naughty as me.”
 
His dick was so hard it was starting to get painful.  Every time she looked at
him she blushed a bit and he got a little bit harder.  He was about to try
coaxing it out of her when he finally realized what she wanted; and he realized
he had no idea how to do it.  He mentally cursed the book that had unlocked
this idea for him while trying to recall the information that was in it.  “Tell
me, naughty girl.”  There was no teasing in his commanding tone.  “Tell me, or
I’ll spank you.”
 
Hermione’s head snapped up, and she stared at him with her eyes wide and mouth
agape.  “Y-y-you wou…”  The sharp slap of his hand against her bare ass changed
her protest to a gasp of surprise and a yelp of pain.
 
“Tell me what it is.” 
 
“But,” she stammered.  He pressed his hand against the spot where he had just
smacked her to emphasize his point.  She faltered and pursed her lips; she
glanced up at him through the fringe of her bangs and then looked down again. 
He almost busted a nut when he felt her push back into his hand.    “I can’t
tell you,” she mewed, “I’m bad for wanting to do it.”
 
Ron didn’t even respond before smacking the other cheek of her bottom.  This
one was painful for him though, she had a fairly tight butt to start with and
she had clenched up just before contact.  Ron clenched his jaw and furrowed his
brow as he looked at her.  “If you don’t tell me, I will tan your hide young
lady.”
 
Her eyes got wide and then she looked away, her eyes cast demurely downward. 
“You’ll spank me if I tell you.”
 
“That is possible, but if you don’t tell me you know you will be spanked.”  He
lightly patted her bottom to reiterate what he was saying.  He let his finger
stray down and brush over her pussy causing her to shiver at his touch.  “It
will be much better for you if you tell me.”
 
“If I tell you, will you stop spanking me?”
 
“Probably.”  His voice lost some of its harsh edge.
 
She seemed to consider that for a moment, her mouth working as though she
wanted to say something but couldn’t bring herself to say it.  “I can’t tell
you,” she whined, but Ron was sure it was contrived because it was the same
whine she used when she wanted something.  His suspicion was confirmed when she
rubbed her arse against his hand.  This also had the effect of rubbing her very
wet pussy along his cock.  Ron couldn’t believe what he was hearing, she wanted
the spanking.  He wondered, with dismay, what kind of perverts they were
becoming.  He had a brief flash of Hermione dressed in leather and stiletto
boots, holding a whip.  The idea downright frightened him and his cock sagged
just a bit.  Hermione brought him back to the current moment when she said,
“I’m sorry I’m so naughty, sir.”
 
“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute here.”  He took a long second to focus on his wife. 
He couldn’t begin to comprehend why she would want to be spanked.  Admittedly,
he was pretty fuzzy on the motivations of the ‘naughty girl’ fantasy; but he
knew there was no way that receiving a spanking was ever going to turn him on. 
“Have you ever been spanked?”
 
“No, sir.”
 
“Stop that.  I’m trying to figure out something.  I need you to be serious for
a minute.”  Her whole demeanor changed as she sat up and actually looked at
him, the little-girl-parody simply falling away.  “I’ll ask again, have you
ever been spanked.  I mean, like, turned over your father’s knee and really had
your butt blistered.”
 
“No,” she replied in horror, “that’s so medieval.  What a horrible way to treat
children.”
 
“You obviously didn’t have siblings like mine.”  Something in the back of his
head told him that they were going to be revisiting that conversation again,
but he very carefully put it away for another time.  Suddenly, it made sense to
him.  “This is just a game to you, isn’t it.”
 
She gave him a long look and he could almost see the wheels turning; but she
apparently agreed that now was neither the time nor place for that discussion. 
“You mean this,” she reached back and rubbed his hand against her butt.
 
“Yeah, the whole spanking thing.  It’s some kind of complex game for you.”
 
“Yes, it’s a game that some people play, and I thought it might be kind of
fun.”  She placed her finger on his lips as he started to interrupt her.  “I do
have something to tell you, but I’m not quite sure how.  It’s… difficult.  You
know what kind of family I come from.  They’re very conservative, very
reserved.  If they even suspected half of the things we’ve done in the last
couple of months, I’m not sure either one would ever be able to look me in the
eye again.  If anybody in my extended family found out, I’d be disowned by the
lot of them.”  She began to draw lines in his patch of man-fur with her
fingers.  “In a way, I still carry a lot of that… repression, for lack of a
better word.  We’ve done all these things, and the whole time I’m just scared
to death that someone’s going to find out.”  Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled,
“I still get a thrill from the taboo of having sex in the living room.”
 
Ron knew that there was some really complex psychology that he would never
understand going on here.  However, he thought he understood what she needed,
it was a simple coaching problem.  She needed to do something, but couldn’t do
it without coaching from him.  He smiled to himself; that he understood.  “All
right, let me make sure I understand this.  You need to tell me something, but
you’re afraid to, and the only way I can convince you to tell me is to spank
you.”
 
“Maybe not the only way, but it is one way.”  She tilted her head and gave him
a smirk, the one that promised interesting things could happen.
 
Ron shook his head as he tried to wrap his brain around what his wife wanted. 
Obviously, he couldn’t spank her the way he’d been spanked as a boy.  If she
wanted to be spanked like that, then she was not the woman he married and it
was time to start looking for the Polyjuice.  Finally, he thought he had a
plan.  He just had to read her moves and reactions and get her to do what she
already wanted to do.  He could do this, he wasn’t a pervert for spanking her;
it was a coaching method.  He hoped if he told himself that enough times that
maybe he might be able to believe it.  He fixed her with his best angry-manager
stare, “This is your last chance, young lady.  If you don’t tell me, I’m going
to have to turn you over my knee and spank you.”
 
She smiled at him, then blushed- seemingly in spite of herself as she cast her
eyes downward and began to play with her hair.  “Mr. Weasley, sir, I can’t tell
you.  It’s just too wicked.”
 
“Very well, lay down across my lap.”  Ron scooted to the middle of the bed as
she crawled off him.  She lay down over him, her beautiful ass pointed up in
the air right in front of him.  He popped her lightly, just enough to get her
attention.  “This is your last chance young lady.  Tell me now and it won’t be
so bad.”  She whimpered a bit but said nothing.  “As you will, then.”
 
His hand came down with a resounding smack, directly on the meat of her arse. 
A red hand print blossomed and she let out a squeak.  He squeezed the flesh
where he had just smacked her and rubbed it a bit.  His thumb traced a line
down the crack of her ass and along her slit as he continued to massage the
area.  She moaned and pushed against the pressure. 
 
His hand quickly rose and struck the other cheek.  This time though, he did not
massage or stoke her.  He smacked her again, in exactly the same spot as the
first and eliciting a squeal of pain that was quickly followed by a moan of
pleasure as he touched her clit.  She humped back against his hand as his thumb
teased her labia.  In response he spanked her again.
 
“You are a naughty girl.  Naughty girls don’t get what they want.  Only good
girls get their pussy satisfied.”  He circled her opening with his thumb, slid
it in and then back out and brushed over her clit.  “Are you a good girl?”  She
whimpered as he twiddled her clit.  “Or are you a bad girl?”  Another sharp
slap of skin on skin cracked the air.
 
“Angie, Angie is having a party,” she panted, practically hyperventilating. 
Ron stroked her pussy and told her she was a good girl to encourage her.  “It’s
a party for Fred and George’s birthday.”  Ron furrowed his brow, why would a
birthday party for Fred and George be such a big deal?  Certainly not worth all
this. 
 
“Go on,” he said in a reassuring voice as he slid a finger into her pussy and
curved it so that he could rub her G-spot as he stroked in and out of her.
 
“This is a special party though, the girls, oh God, yes.”  Ron slowed his
stroking so that she could continue.  “The girls give them anything they want,
even each other.”
 
“What do you mean, ‘each other’?”   Ron stopped altogether now.
 
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”  She moaned softly as he began to scissor two
fingers inside her while his thumb rubbed her sphincter.   “The boys can have
sex with any of the girls they want to, where ever they want to, for as long as
they want to.”  Her voice was tight with the strain of trying to talk under his
constant stimulation.  “Sometimes they all just have sex together.”
 
“Wait a minute,” Ron turned her answer over in his mind to make sure he had
heard her right.  He was having trouble splitting his concentration and she
begged him not to stop, telling him how close she was.  He rubbed his free hand
over his eyes, trying to block the mental images that were flooding his mind’s
eye as he watched his wife writhe over his lap.  “You mean to tell me that
Angelina is hosting an orgy for my brothers’ birthday?”
 
“And she invited us.”  She was almost yelling as she clenched around his
fingers.
 
“Say what?”
 
“She invited us.  And I want to go!” Ron was so shocked he forgot he was trying
be gentle with his wife.  For the second time in less than an hour, his thumb
had penetrated her asshole and gone clear to the knuckle while his fingers
plunged deep inside her.  She squealed out a long obscenity and Ron wondered if
her release was really his doing. 
 
 “You want to-,” he stopped himself before he had another foot-in-the-mouth
moment, “-go.”  He had almost said, ‘sleep with my brothers.’  He remembered
her answer to a similar question when the subject had been Harry, and it was
just curiosity.  It had been harmless enough and they had all really enjoyed
the evening.  He caressed the insides of her thighs as he turned the idea over
in his mind.  He didn’t resist as she sat up and reclined across him.
 
“I only want to go if you want to go.”  She ran a finger over his chest, across
his jaw, and over his lips.  He sucked it into his mouth and sucked on it
absently as he watched her expression.  “I’ve been so scared to ask, I don’t
want you to be angry.  It’s just that we’ve been doing all these other things
lately: having sex with Harry and with Lavender, experimenting with anal sex,
spanking,” she said as she cast her eyes down.  “I thought this might be…
fun.”  She drew him down for a brief kiss.  “Besides,” she said with a wicked
grin, “you can’t tell me you don’t want to screw Angelina; I’ve seen your
reaction to her in a bikini.”
 
“Just because she looks good in a bikini does not mean I want to screw her,”
Ron rebutted, embarrassed that Hermione had noticed.  He took a deep breath and
forced himself to speak like a reasonable man instead of one who was both
shocked dumb and insanely jealous that his wife had thought about sleeping with
other men.  “The things we’ve done are just you and I experimenting and
enjoying each other.  I mean, yeah, we’ve enjoyed somebody else as part of
that, but we did it to please each other.  What you’re talking about is just…
perverse.”  Ron wondered if he’d gone too far in his vehemence when Hermione
closed her eyes and leaned against him.  She was quiet for a long minute, and
Ron wondered what she was thinking.  He realized his mind was wandering when
his erection began sag a bit.  Apparently, she noticed it too.
 
“Are you mad at me for wanting to do it?” her voice was unsure in a way he had
never heard from her before.
 
Ron shivered as she ran her fingers over his nipple and gave it a soft pinch. 
“I’m surprised.  I mean, who thinks their brothers spend their birthdays
swapping wives?”  He decided he would pursue this line of thought rather than
tackling the more dangerous question, at least until he had a better plan of
attack.
 
“I think they do it a lot more often than just their birthdays.”
 
“Really?  I mean, I knew they all got along really well and always seem to be
sharing some kind of inside joke, but I thought it was just because they all
lived in one house together.”  Curiosity was beginning to fire through him as
well, and seemed to be winning the war for dominance in his mind.  Ruefully, he
thought that Hermione’s personality might be bleeding into his own after so
many years together.  “Do you really think it’s possible that they can just
have sex with anyone and it doesn’t affect their relationship?”
 
“I don’t know about ‘anyone’.  I think within their group maybe they can. 
They’ve all been really close as friends for a long time, since they were just
kids really.  Just like us.  There’s a lot of trust between them.  I don’t
think it would work if they were having sex with just anybody though.  I know I
couldn’t.  The only reason it worked for us with Harry was because we’ve all
been friends forever, and look at what we’ve been through.  I’m really kind of
surprised there wasn’t more sexual tension between all of us when you were
hormonal teenagers.”
 
“Don’t you mean we?  When we were hormonal teenagers.”
 
“No, I meant you.  I was never half the basket case you and Harry were.  If I
had been hormonal then there would have been all kinds of tension.”
 
“Oh, there was plenty of tension,” Ron laughed. 
 
Hermione smiled at him.  “Between you and I, most definitely.  Harry and I
never had that though, and I don’t think you and Harry ever did either.”
 
“Definitely not.”
 
“I am glad for it though.  It meant we could all be friends without you and
Harry fighting over me.  That would have been difficult.”
 
“Yeah, that would’ve sucked.  We had enough problems without adding jealousy
and dating to it.”
 
“Which is why I think I’m so excited by Angelina’s party.”
 
“What?”  He had gotten used to her leaps of logic over the years, but he didn’t
always follow them.  “How did you get to there from here?”
 
“You said it.  We never properly dated when we were younger, none of us.  The
whole point of dating is to learn what you like and don’t like so that you can
find that one person that can really make you happy.”  She leaned up and kissed
him.  “We got lucky; we found each other before having to go through all that…
mess. The down side of that is that we never got to experiment with… other
things.”
 
“Sex.”
 
“Mostly,” she bit her lip as she looked at him.  “I mean,” she continued,
filling the seconds of silence before Ron could formulate a response, “look
what we’ve learned so far.  I learned that I prefer a longer cock to a thicker
one; and that I don’t mind eating pussy, but I prefer the taste of semen.”  She
turned a bit red and smiled, “I can’t believe I just said that.”  They chuckled
together and she continued.  “You’ve learned that anal sex turns you on.  We
would never have learned that if we hadn’t experimented with our friends.”
 
Ron put his fingers on her lips when she started to say something else.  “I
just need a minute to wrap my head around this, okay.”  Hermione gave him an
odd look.  “I mean, who would have thought that one day sweet, innocent
Hermione Granger would be offering to take me for a weekend of total
debauchery.”  In response to the face she made, he gave her his best lopsided
grin before getting serious again.  “So it would be Fred-“
 
“Angelina,” Hermione said with a wicked, teasing smile.
 
“George,” Ron continued without responding.
 
“Alicia, Lee, Katie, Bill-“
 
“Fleur?” Ron interrupted.
 
“Apparently so,” Hermione said, only the slightest hint of distaste in her
voice.  “Ginny said she is going to convince Harry.”
 
“That’s going to be a little weird,” Ron interrupted.
 
“That’s what I thought, too.  She reminded me that she’s not related to Lee or
any of the girls.”
 
Ron shook his head.  “So did not need that image.”  He suddenly stopped and
looked at Hermione, an impish grin bedeviling his features.   “Who are you
planning on sleeping with?”
 
“Charlie might come,” Hermione wouldn’t look him in the eye as she tried to
change the subject.  “Angelina said she would ask him.  And us, if we decide to
go.”
 
“You mean if I agree.  You’ve already made up your mind.”  Ron waited for her
to deny it, but she didn’t.  “She didn’t invite Percy did she?”  The look of
horrified shock that crossed her features was answer enough and made him
laugh.  “That would have been just too weird for words.”  He gave her a more
serious look now.  “So who do you want to sleep with?”
 
Hermione blushed a deep red.  “I don’t know that we really need to share that,
do we?  I mean, whatever happens, happens.”
 
“Sure, whatever happens, happens.  But I know you; you always have a plan.”
 
“I hate it when you do that.”  She rolled her eyes and scoffed as Ron smiled at
her.  “Who do you want to sleep with?”
 
“I asked you first.”
 
“I asked you last.”
 
“Do you want me to spank you again?”
 
“If I say yes will you tell me first?”  Her shy smile completely disarmed and
shocked him.  Apparently she enjoyed that game.  He still wasn’t completely
sold on the idea, but he would go with it for now.
 
“Young lady, you are that close to getting that beautiful arse of yours spanked
right proper.”
 
“But, sir, I told you why I was bad.”  Ron was amazed at how quickly she picked
up right where they had left off.
 
“Yes, and you got spanked for keeping secrets.  Now you’re keeping another
one.  You also still need to be spanked for wanting to be such a naughty girl
in the first place.”  He reached down, gripped his cock, and shook it at her. 
“See what a bad girl you are?  See what you did to me?”  He was actually
starting to ache from being hard for so long with no relief.
 
Hermione looked up at him, a wide smile split her face that she quickly
replaced with a look of contrived bewilderment.  “But sir, Mr. Weasley, I, I
couldn’t, I didn’t, I…”
 
He gave her a smile of indulgent frustration and shook his head.  “Yes, Ms
Granger.  You can, you did, and you will.”
 
“But, sir, it’s so… I couldn’t possibly fit that in my little pussy.”  He
almost came right then.  He loved the way she said ‘pussy’, like it was a dirty
word she was trying for the first time without understanding what it really
meant.
 
“Perhaps you’re right.  I think you should give him a kiss and tell him you’ll
make him all better.”  He winked at her as she looked up at him and smirked.
 
“Do you think that would be okay?” she asked, completely overdoing the
innocent-little-girl routine.
 
“It would be fine.”  He watched as she kissed his the head of his prick
experimentally, as though making sure it wasn’t going to bite.  If he hadn’t
wanted her to suck it so bad, he would have laughed.  She would kiss it, then
look up at him, then kiss again.  “For God’s sake girl, just suck it already.”
 
“Mr. Weasley!”
 
“Hermione, if you don’t do something with that I am going to paddle your ass so
hard you won’t be able to sit for week!”  To emphasize his point, he slapped
her ass so hard it left a big red mark in the shape of his hand.
 
“Ouch!”
 
“Sorry, honey, but please!  You’re killing me here.”
 
“We’re going to have to work on your control if we’re going to do this again.”
 
“Again?”  Then he fell back against the headboard as she grabbed his shaft and
began to expertly felate the top half of his cock.  “That’s much better,” he
said as his cock got warm and wet inside her mouth.  He knew he wasn’t going to
last long anyway, but when she began to tongue the bottom edge of the head of
his cock while stroking him with her thumb and forefinger he completely lost
control and began pumping into her mouth.
 
After she was done, and had gotten up, he lay back and stared at the ceiling. 
“An orgy,” he said out loud to himself.  “This kind of shit only happens in
stories and bad pornos.”  He would have laughed at the absurdity of it all if
he wasn’t living it.  The reality though, was no laughing matter.  He was sure
this whole thing was just fraught with danger.  After all, Ginny and Harry had
almost split up because Harry had sex with just two people, and that was after
Ginny agreed to it.  However, half his family was apparently living in
hedonistic sin and they were all happy as clams, so maybe it wouldn’t be so
bad.  The mental image of waking up sandwiched between Angelina and Hermione
actually had a certain amount of appeal.  As he began to pursue what that might
really look and feel like, his body began to respond in a not unexpected
manner- after all, Angelina was a fine specimen of the female body.
 
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you,” Hermione said as she crawled onto the
bed and stretched out across his lap.
 
“Yeah.”
 
“You like the idea.”
 
“What makes you say that?”  She reached over and fingered his rising, semi-
flaccid cock.  “Okay, you got me there.”  She smiled but said nothing. 
 
She reached over and grabbed the bottle of lotion.  “Do me a favor?  My arse
stings a bit, would you mind?”
 
“Imagine that,” he said with a laugh as he dribbled cold lotion onto her pink
bottom.  She squealed, but sighed when he began to gently rub it in.
 
She propped herself up and looked over her shoulder at him.  “Are you okay with
this?  I know it’s pretty out there, and it’s not really like us, or at least
not like we used to be, but I thought it might be fun.  I mean, I don’t want
you to be mad about it, or just do it because I want to, or do it and then be
mad about it because you think I tricked you into it.  I know you get kind of—“
 
She stopped when Ron flipped her over and kissed her into silence.  “I can’t
answer your questions if you don’t stop to breathe.”   When she started to
reply, he kissed her again.  He dropped down next to her and cradled her into
him as he draped his leg over her hip.  “Do you really think we can do this?”
 
She took a long moment examining his face.  “What do you mean?”
 
“Be like Fred and George and Angelina and Alicia.  Have sex with other people
and not fuck up our relationship.  I don’t want to turn into Lavender and
Seamus.  Sure, he was always kind of a prick, but she let him sleep with other
people and he got the idea that she would always let him do it.  How do you put
that cat back in the bag once it’s out?”
 
Hermione was not given to flippant answers, so she took a long minute to
consider his question before answering.  “I think it will be okay for me
because sex with anybody else will always be missing something.  When we make
love, we’re renewing a connection that we feel in our souls.  Haven’t you ever
noticed how much closer we are when we have sex?  I notice it when we don’t. 
If we go too long we get distant, or we start to bicker like we used to.  For
us, sex is a manifestation of how we feel for each other.   Even when it’s
animalistic and crazy, I know I’m giving myself over to you and taking all of
you in.”  She reached up to kiss him and then started drawing lines in his
freckles with her finger as she continued to talk.
 
“It wasn’t like that when we had sex with Harry or Lavender.  Sure, I liked it,
and it felt nice, and it was fun; but it wasn’t like I had this need to be able
to reach out and touch them afterward like I do you.”  She smiled at him and
kissed him again.  “That’s why I don’t like to have sex before work or before
we have to go somewhere.  It’s because I know I won’t be able to reach out and
touch you or just stop and look at you until you look back and give me that
little smile.”
 
Ron grabbed his wife and pulled her close.  He crushed his lips to hers.  He
simply couldn’t have her close enough.  He knew she loved him, but jealousy was
ever his downfall.  At that moment though, he had no jealousy or concerns
because every word she had said he had felt in the depths of his soul and he
knew those feelings exactly, though he could never have said it as well as she
did.  “Gods above, I don’t deserve you.  You are the perfect woman.”
 
“Yes, yes I am,” she said and gave him a quick peck, “and modest too.”  He
laughed and kissed her back.  “Who were you thinking about when I came to back
to bed?”
 
“I, um…”
 
“It’s okay, honey.  We’re going to an… orgy… with them.  That is so weird to
say.  One or both of us is probably going to have sex with whoever you were
thinking of and we both know it, so we might as well share.  I’ll even go
first.”  She snuggled up closer to him and started to trace his freckles, a
habit she had developed long ago when they were close and talking quietly. 
“This morning, as I was waking up, I was having this dream.  We were at the
party, upstairs in that big canopy bed that Fred and Angelina share.  Bill was
spread out underneath me, and I was riding him.  I couldn’t kiss him though,
because Alicia was sitting on his face, so we were both licking her.  You were
there too, you were behind me, taking me, hard.”
 
“But if you were riding Bill, what was I doing?”
 
“You were… doing what you want to do to me.”  She bit the corner of her lip and
looked away from him.
 
“You mean I was doing you in your-“
 
“Uh-huh,” she said with a nod.
 
“Did it excite you?  Were you enjoying it?”
 
“Uh-huh.”
 
Ron mentally held his breath. “Do you want to try it?”
 
“Not right now, but I think I’d like to let you do that to me.”  She shifted
back as his erection started to rise toward her.  “I don’t have to ask if
you’re interested, do I?”
 
“No, I guess not,” he said, slightly embarrassed by his own eagerness.  “You
and Angelina,” he continued, looking for a change of subject.  “I was thinking
about how sexy it would be to wake up sandwiched between you and Angelina.  Or
maybe you and Fleur.”
 
“I’d rather not,” she said.  “Angelina could be fun, but I really don’t think I
would enjoy anything with you and Fleur.”  Ron made a questioning noise, but
hoped she would continue without his having to say anything else.  “That’s my
one reservation about this, I don’t know how you’re going to act around Fleur,
and well, I,”
 
“It’s nice to know I’m not the only one with a jealous streak around here.”  He
hugged her and kissed the top of her head.  “Fleur is no threat to you.  She’s
just a pretty face with a skinny, little girl body.  She’s not nearly as sexy
as you are.  Besides, her tits are probably misshapen and she probably has a
pussy like a cathedral.”
 
“Ron!”  She slapped at him, “That’s a terrible thing to say.”  She paused and
looked at him.  “I don’t have a, you know-” Her nose crinkled up in distaste.
 
Ron chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose.  “No, dear.  You’re pussy is
perfect, just as tight now as it was when you were sixteen.”
 
“Liar.  But I love you anyway.”
 
“I love you too, and not lying.  Let me show you.”   He pushed her over on her
back and began to kiss her neck until he found that spot at the joint of her
neck and collarbone and she arched up into him with a moan.
 
***** Chapter 9--The Wicked Weasley Witches Coven *****
                       The Wicked Weasley Witches Coven
Hermione sat at her desk reviewing a thick case file when there was a knock at
her door.  Mundungus Fletcher had been picked up the night before,and this time
he had stolen goods on him.  She was trying to decide which one of the
prosecutors under her would be the most appropriate to handle the case.  “Come
in,” she answered as she closed the folder and set it in the center of her
desk.
The tall woman who entered her office was striking and radiated a commanding
presence.  Her blonde hair was pulled into a perfect French twist, and her
make-up looked like it had been applied by a professional.  Her black, knee-
length skirt and matching jacket were a severe cut that highlighted the perfect
lines of her form and the length of her torso.  The matching black leather
boots stopped just below the knee, and the exposed bit of leg was tanned just
enough to be healthy and radiant.  The dragon skin handbag held in her
perfectly manicured hands probably cost more than Hermione made in a month;
which was no small amount, especially by Ministry standards.
“Penelope,” Hermione said with genuine affection as she stood up and
straightened her own jacket.
A smile broke the severe façade of the woman in the doorway.  “Hello,
Hermione.  Working hard I see.”
“A bit.  Come in, sit down.”
“Actually, I was here to see if you would join me for lunch.”
Hermione fretted a bit.  She had opening arguments in a case before the special
magistrate in two hours.  However, one did not turn down lunch with the
Minister’s wife, even if she was your sister-in-law.  “I’d be delighted to.”
“Excellent.  I have reservations at Angelo’s.  We should be back in plenty of
time for your afternoon hearing.”
Hermione realized that she had just stepped into a trap.  That was all she
needed now.  She was angry with herself for walking in to it.  After all, it
was much too late in the season for Penelope to be wearing anything so dark and
heavy, which meant that it was worn for effect.  Reservations at Angelo’s meant
that this meeting was planned.  She was no longer hungry.
“Why don’t we walk?” Penelope said.  Underlings melted out of the way the as
the women made their way through the crowded hallways.  Hermione had developed
a certain reputation for severity in dealing with incompetents, but she was no
match for the Minister’s wife.  It was rumored that every time she entered the
building all real work ceased so that desks could be organized and anything
which could be deemed as remotely offensive or derisive to the Minister could
be removed.  In the time since Percy had been appointed Minister, she had done
nothing to disavow that reputation.
At the restaurant they were greeted by name, and immediately shown to a table
in a private area with windows overlooking the restaurant’s fresh herb garden. 
Wine was offered and declined, the menu was recited and ordered from, and a
small tray of cheese and fruit was left for the ladies to select from while
their food was prepared by an Italian man whose English was only slightly
better than that of a troll.  Through the soup course they inquired as to one
another’s families and recreational activities.  Over salad they discussed
their respective community outreach programs.  During the main course the topic
turned to rest of the Weasley family and Hermione finally relaxed her guard. 
She glanced at her watch as dessert was served, she had about half-an-hour
until she needed to be in court.
“I understand you’re bookending the weekend of the Twins’ birthday and taking a
long weekend.”
Hermione was grateful she had the bite in her mouth; it gave her a moment to
think.  “Yes,” she said as she daubed her lips with her napkin, “Ron and I are
taking a long weekend together.  Quidditch season will be over and I should be
done with the Pruitt case by then.”
“Ah, well that should be nice.  Where are you going?”
“We thought we might hop across the pond and take in Salem.  I’ve been to the
States twice and have never made it to Salem.”
“Salem is nice.  Too many Muggle tourists, but if you stop by the Academy they
can show you the real sites.  The House of Seven Gables is delightful,
particularly if you’re familiar with the book.”  Hermione took a bite to avoid
responding; she wasn’t sure that Penelope was really buying her story.  “Mum is
terribly upset that everyone seems to have plans that weekend.  The twins are,
of course, turning thirty this year and she wants to throw them a proper
party.  However, they too have ‘other plans’ that weekend.”
“Oh?”
“The twins have a knack for finding trouble on their birthday.  Last year they
were arrested, and the charges would have been extensive and highly
embarrassing to the family.  Fortunately, they took care of the issue before it
became public knowledge and ruined all of our credibility.”  She took a bite of
her dessert and gave Hermione a significant look.
“What did they do?”  She was sure that Penny wouldn’t give her salacious
details, even if she had wanted them.
“I’m not sure this is the proper setting for discussing the mating habits of
orangutans.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Have you talked to Michael lately?”
Hermione breathed a mental sigh of relief that Penelope had changed subjects. 
“Just this morning. He has a very keen interest in the Pruitt investigation,
but has to remain separated, for obvious reasons.”
“Yes, that really is unfortunate.  What’s even worse is that he could have had
no control over it; his son has been estranged from the family for years.  Do
you think they’ll accept a plea bargain?”
“Not likely.  James Pascal is a tough attorney, and he never takes a plea
bargain if he thinks he even has a glimmer of hope.”
“That’s too bad.  Knowing James, he’ll probably pit father against son in the
trial, deflect blame onto Michael for his son’s abhorrent behavior.  Even if he
doesn’t, Michael’s standing in the community and as an Under-Minister is going
to be ruined by the nature of this case.”
“It’s almost like Barty Crouch all over again.”
“Yes, but this time I think Michael will get to leave office under his own
power instead of being murdered by his son.”
Hermione stopped for a moment and took in the expression on Penelope’s face. 
“Truly?”
“I’m afraid so.  The scandals and upheaval of recent years have made people
harshly critical of the Ministry.  Only Michael’s solid reputation has kept him
in this long, but I’m afraid that Mr. Pascal will destroy him, and we simply
cannot afford that at this time.”  Penelope critically examined a slice of
kiwi, then bit into it and chewed slowly.  Hermione tried in vain to avoid
thinking about who the possible replacements for her boss could be.  She knew
she was deserving, but she was awfully young; of course the Minister was only
five years older than she, but they were unlikely to promote a woman who wasn’t
even thirty to Under Minister and Chief Prosecutor; not to mention the charges
of nepotism.
Penelope continued speaking.  “The Minister will be looking for someone smart,
reliable, hard working, and most of all, free of scandal and hints of
impropriety.”  She raised a shapely eyebrow in a suggestive manner that spoke
volumes.
Hermione put her fork down and wiped her mouth, the bite of tiramisu turning to
ashes in her mouth as the other shoe dropped.  The subject hadn’t changed at
all.  She glanced at her watch.
Penelope pushed her plate away and wiped the corners of her mouth.  “I know you
have an important afternoon, and time is getting away from us.”
“Thank you, I was about to say the same.”  Hermione felt odd leaving the
restaurant without paying, but she followed her host’s lead.  The maitre’d
acknowledged their leaving and wished them a pleasant afternoon, though, so
Hermione knew that it was already taken care of.  Idly, she wondered what it
would be like to be able to enjoy such perks, and realized that she may be on
her way to finding out, if what Penelope was implying was indeed true.  All she
had to do was win the Pruitt case, no small matter in and of itself, and do it
without embarrassing the entire court.  She just wished the case was over with;
it had been dragging on since before Christmas and the details were bleeding
over into the rest of her life and having some unexpected effects.
----------------------
Hermione sat staring at herself in the vanity table mirror.  Slowly, she pulled
the brush through her thick hair and wondered for the thousandth time if going
to Katie’s party was going to somehow compromise her.  She hadn’t been able to
get the conversation with Penelope out of her head for two days now.  Her
musing was interrupted by Ron leaning over her shoulder to nuzzle her neck. 
She gave no resistance as his hand slipped inside her bathrobe and ran over the
lace material of her bra. 
“The purple one, huh.  You remember what happed the last time you wore the
purple set, don’t you?”
“I remember very well what happened.  I’m not quite sure how it happened so
quickly, but I definitely remember it happening.”  She smiled at him in the
mirror and tilted her head so he could kiss her cheek.
“I thought you said there wasn’t going to be any sex at this party.  If there
is that would be really unfair, since I’m not going to get to have nearly as
much fun.”
“Oh, please.  Every year, you drink so much at the year-end league meeting that
I have to get a Portkey because you’re too inebriated to Apparate.  Last year
you were too drunk to take a Portkey, remember?”
“Not really,” he said with a laugh.  “I had good reason to be that drunk, I had
just been named team manager and everybody was buying me drinks.  It would have
been rude to say no.”  He laughed as she rolled her eyes in exasperation. 
“Besides, the hotel room was handy.  Not to mention it had a great view.”  He
waggled his eyebrows at her and she blushed as she remembered being pressed,
naked, up against the glass door to the balcony as Ron made love to her from
behind.  “Maybe I should just plan to get a room and have you join me after
your party.”
“You are incorrigible.”  She removed his hand from inside her robe.  “However,
that sounds like a really good idea since I’m going to spend my entire evening
drinking wine and talking about sex.  You might be the one in trouble this
year.”
“Mm, I hope so.  You know, they have a room with a private hot tub.” 
“Get it; make sure it has a river view this time.  I’m pretty sure someone was
watching us from across the street last year.”  She continued brushing her hair
as she watched the mirror, but saw nothing as she ran through the implications
of the conversation with Penelope again.
He gave her another kiss.  “Something’s bothering you, you look a little
distracted.”
She heaved a heavy sigh.  “Penelope stopped by my office today and invited me
to lunch.  I didn’t think anything of it until she let drop that everybody in
the family seemed to have plans the weekend of the twins’ birthday, and that
your mum was upset by it.  Then she tells me that last year the twins and their
wives almost got in a lot of trouble on their birthdays for some very
inappropriate behavior.  Last, but not least, she implied that Michael may end
up losing his job over the case that I am trying right now.  Then she said that
any candidate would need to be, ‘free of any hint of impropriety.’”
“Impropriety, you?  Does she realize who she’s talking too?  Nobody in the
world, other than me and Harry, would believe for a minute that you had ever
done anything scandalous.  Besides, you’re still the best friend of Harry
Potter and a war hero, that’s like hex-proof armor.  Even if the scandal rags
did say anything, people still love and respect you.  Did you know Hermione was
the third most popular witches name for three years after the war.  Last year
it was still top ten.”
“I thought I was the font of useless information in this house,” she said, a
bit incredulous to the information.  “Hermione is really a popular girl’s name
now?”
“Maureen said three girls in her daughter’s pre-Hogwarts class are all named
Hermione.”
“My mother would die if she heard that.”  She chuckled a bit.  “They picked
that name because they were fairly sure it would be completely unique.”  She
turned and pulled him down into a brief kiss. 
“Besides,” Ron continued as he nuzzled her neck, “it’s none of Penny’s business
what you do in your own bedroom, or your living room, or on the kitchen
counter, or the porch swing at the cabin, or-“
“That’s enough,” she blushed as she pushed him away and went back to brushing
her hair.  He was right, though, she told herself.  It was none of Penelope’s,
or anyone else’s business, what she did behind her bedroom door.  Her
apprehension about the evening began to evaporate.  She was just going to a get
together with her sisters-in-law, then going and meeting up with her husband
after a business meeting.  It was no big deal, it would not affect her career,
it would not keep her from being promoted.  No matter how many times she said
it though, she could never quite shake the quiet little voice inside that said
that good, professional girls did not risk their entire careers for a little
wild sex.  “How would you know what the most popular witches’ names are,
anyway?”
“Hello, half the Cannon’s are women this year.  There are days that getting
them to talk about Quidditch is impossible.”  She noticed he was blushing,
though, and assumed he’d been reading baby magazines again.  “Besides, you’re
missing the point.  The point is that if Michael does have to step down they
pretty much have to promote you.  You’re the perfect candidate: popular,
respected by your colleagues, well versed in the law, connected to people in
power, familiar with the job, and you look really hot in a prosecutor’s robe.”
“I don’t think the last one is going to matter much.”
“You might be surprised,” Ron said, his tone more serious.  “I’ve watched you
in court a couple of times and there’s a few of the guys on the Wizengamot that
watch every move you make.  I thought I was going to have to bust some heads
last time, one of the guys was actually drooling.  Of course that could have
been just because he was really old.”  Ron took the brush from her and began to
brush her hair in long strokes.  She smiled at him in the mirror.  It had been
a few months since he had done this.  It confirmed her suspicion that he
preferred her hair longer, despite saying that her short hair was cute or sexy
after she got it cut.  Finally, after several minutes he stopped.  “I’m glad
you decided to grow it back out.”
“I noticed.” She had felt the stirring of an erection almost as soon as he
started brushing her hair.  She was sure that by now he was fully erect, but he
had stepped back far enough that it wasn’t poking her.
“You’d better hurry up and get dressed.  Katie’s party starts in ten minutes,
and you don’t want to be late for wine and sex talk.”
“I am dressed,” she said archly.
“Half naked, drinking wine, and talking about sex?  I’m not so sure I should
let you go to this party,” he said with a smile as his hands came to rest on
her shoulders and began to rub.  “Merlin only knows what you girls are going to
get up to.”  Despite his playful tone, she knew there was a certain amount of
trepidation there as well.  He was still not completely sold on the idea that
going to the twins’ party was a really good plan, but he was willing to try it.
“Don’t worry, nothing’s going to happen tonight.  The older girls are holding
this party to help us younger girls.”  She sighed contentedly and leaned back
into him; she was right about his erection.  “I will admit I’m still a little
nervous, too.  I mean, this is so not how I was raised.”
“But if it’s just to talk about how things happen at these parties, why are you
wearing a bath robe and sexy underwear instead of jeans and a blouse?”
“Katie said something about trying on costumes for next weekend, maybe making
it some kind of masquerade or something.  If I’m going to be changing in front
of them, I certainly don’t want to be wearing granny-panties and an old woman
bra.”  It was her turn to blush now.  “Besides, I do want to look a little
sexy.  I mean, wouldn’t you want them to think you were sexy if you were going,
knowing what will be happening next weekend?”
“I guess I can see that,” Ron said after a moment’s thought.
She watched him in the mirror.  He wanted to say something.  She gave him time
to compose his thoughts before she said anything.  She was about to ask him
what it was when he started talking.
“I’m just worried about where the line of ‘too far’ is.  I don’t want us to go
somewhere that might screw up what we have.  One of the guys on the team is
going through a divorce right now because he couldn’t keep his dick in his
pants.  I know everybody in our family seems to have pretty stable
relationships, but think about all the people we know who are still single at
our age, or are divorced by now.”
She turned around and wrapped her arms around her husband.  She pretended not
to notice his embarrassment as she tucked his engorged cock into the front of
her robe.  Now that he had finally articulated how he felt, she could
completely understand.  Half the people in her department were divorced,
single, or stuck in a miserable relationship and she didn’t envy them at all. 
At least her husband cared enough to be concerned.  She looked up at him.  “I
love you so much.  You are so good to me.  I want you to be completely honest;
do you think this is going too far?”
He sat down on the trunk at the foot of the bed and took her hands in his.  “I
don’t know,” he said after a long minute, “that’s why I’m concerned.  If I knew
one way or the other, the answer would be easy.  Unfortunately, if it is too
far, we won’t know it until it’s too late.”
Answers that would minimize his fears or make the case for going popped into
her head in rapid succession with a lawyer’s analysis of arguments and counter-
arguments.  However, she dismissed them all for what they were- debating points
and lawyer’s arguments.  He was a good, caring man and he deserved an honest
answer from a loving wife.  She brought his hands up and kissed his palms.  “If
you say you don’t want to go, we won’t go.  I won’t risk you or our love for
each other to satisfy a sexual curiosity.  It’s not worth it.  Nothing in the
world is worth what you give me.”
She felt like she was flying through the air when he pulled her up off the
bench, swung her around and deposited her on the bed.  Instantly he was on top
of her, his hands tangling in her hair.  “Gods, I love you,” he growled as he
crushed his lips to hers.  She’d barely had a chance to realize what was
happening when his tongue invaded her mouth; she sucked on the intuder and
smiled to herself as he groaned deeply.  In response, he freed a hand and slid
it in between her legs and cupped her pussy as he kissed her harder.  She was
torn, she should be leaving for Katie’s at any moment, and Ron still hadn’t
finished getting ready for his meeting.  On the other hand, her husband was
about take her in a very possessive way that she found highly erotic.
Her mind was made up when he shifted his weight and spread her legs with his
own.  “Yes,” she hissed as he pulled her underwear aside and pressed his
erection against her.  She lifted her knees slightly and he slid into her with
a solid thrust.  She felt so wanton as he drove her into the mattress, she was
still dressed in the clothes she was going to be wearing to the party tonight
and she almost didn’t care.  She knew her hair was going to be in a right state
as he wound his other hand back into it.  She couldn’t remember a time he had
ever so completely owned her, and she rather liked it.  She brought her legs up
and wrapped them around his waist so she could just ride what he was doing to
her.  The change in position resulted in his pubic hair and bone smashing into
her clit on every stroke as he pushed deeper into her. 
“Fuck me!” she cried out when Ron’s mouth abandoned hers.  She knew she was
done for when his lips found the spot at the base of her neck.  There was a
nerve there that seemed to be attached to the pleasure center in her brain and
his tongue seemed to know right where it was.  She buckled under the intense
sensation of his tongue and his driving cock and her orgasm hit, not like a
wave but like a bolt of lightning.  She begged him to keep fucking her until
the last shock of pleasure faded from her body.
His dick felt huge inside her as he continued to pump away at her.  Now he was
stroking faster than harder.  “Are you close?” she asked, fairly sure that he
was.
“Very,” he growled.
“Stand up,” she said.  He started to protest.  “Please, stand up so I can get
up.”  He didn’t look particularly happy about it, but he did as she asked.  She
almost couldn’t believe that she was about to do what she was doing, but she
did it before she thought about it too much.  She dropped to her knees in front
of him and grabbed his wrists.  “Fuck my mouth,” she whispered as she brought
his hands to the sides of her head.
“Say what?”  She was sure it was confusion and not deafness that had struck
him.  Not in all the time they had been together had she ever just dropped to
her knees in front of him.  Years before she had read an article about the
politics of power and oral sex.  She had vowed to herself that she would never
let herself be subjugated to someone else’s dominance.  Oral sex was usually
where that domination started.  Her recent studies had only reinforced that
perception.  Only recently had she begun to understand that giving in held its
own form of power; and certainly its own pleasure.
“Fuck my pretty little mouth,” she said again as she licked her lips.  She
reached up and took hold of his cock as she felt his long fingers grip her
hair.  The feeling was uncomfortable, she felt like she couldn’t escape, but
she trusted him not to hurt her.  She licked the head, then sucked it into her
mouth.  All she did was suck and lick though, she did not bob or move up and
down.  After a few seconds he seemed to realize it as well.  His hips began to
rock back and forth as he held her in place.  She knew he had to be close.  His
balls were pulled up tight against his body when she reached up to massage
them.  She began to suck harder with every in stroke, and he began to stroke
deeper.
“Fucking a,” he growled.  She looked up at him and took as much of his cock as
she could into her mouth.  “Fucking beautiful,” he said as they made eye
contact.  An inarticulate sound erupted from his throat as his cock jerked and
began to fill her mouth with strings of warm liquid.  When he was done, he let
go of her and the exhilaration of freedom was tempered by an indefinite feeling
of separation.  It wasn’t something she felt she would enjoy all the time, but
like all things, it had its place.
“Damn, what’s gotten in to you?” he asked as he helped her to her feet and
enveloped her in a hug. 
“You got into me,” she said with a cheeky grin, “don’t you remember?”  She
wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back   “Now, if you’ll excuse me,
I’m already ten minutes late and my hair looks like I just got fucked.”  There
was a certain delicious naughtiness about that word and she savored the way her
mouth wrapped around it.  Even better was the reaction it had on her husband. 
He was shocked and excited at the same time, he looked like he was ready to
throw her down on the bed and ravage her.
“Probably because you did,” he said with a snicker.  He reached up with one
hand and straightened the worst of it.  “You should leave it like that.  That
is seriously fucking sexy.”  She turned and looked at herself in the vanity
mirror, turning her head slightly this way and that to get a better look.  She
sighed, it would take twenty minutes to fix it, even with a wand and a bottle
of Sleek EZ’s hair tonic.
“You think this is sexy?” she said, running her fingers into it and fluffing it
a bit.
“Dead. Fucking. Sexy.  If you run your fingers through your hair like that
again, neither one of us is getting out of this house tonight.”
“You mean, like this?” she asked with a devilish smile.  This time she used
both hands as she leaned her head back and ran her fingers through her hair,
pulling out the worst of the knots as she did.  Ron leaned down and licked her
neck before attaching himself like a vampire.  Despite herself, she moaned
before she pushed him away.  “Okay, stop that.  Really.  We both have places to
be tonight.”  She nibbled his ear as he leaned into her neck again.  Once he
released her, she whipped off her robe, checked it to be sure it was still
clean and put it back on.  “I’ll be at the hotel by eleven, and don’t drink too
much.” 
“Is it eleven yet?”
“Patience, dear, patience.”  She picked up her wand, ran her fingers through
her hair, and Disapparated with a ‘pop’.
She stood perfectly still when she appeared at SwingTown, the mutual home of
Fred, Angelina, George, Alicia, Katie, and Lee.  Looking around the room, there
were no signs of booby traps, but that didn’t mean anything since the room was
cluttered.  The disarray just meant that Fred and George had plenty of places
to hide some of their nastier surprises.  The door opened and Hermione turned
to see Katie standing in the doorway; her jaw dropped.
Katie’s long, slender legs were squeezed into a pair of thigh high black boots
that had at least a four, if not five inch spike heel.  Above that, more black
leather pulled tight across her skinny body while lacings up the side showed
bits of the extensive tattoo work that adorned her light tan skin.  Her
breasts, which always looked large on her small frame, jutted out and strained
against the leather.  A heart shaped cut-out revealed her full cleavage and a
fair amount of her breasts.  Her short multi-hue-dyed black hair was held in
place by a headband that was topped by two pointy, cat-like ears.  She twirled
her ‘tail’ as she leaned against the door.
“That’s… interesting,” Hermione said. 
“I thought you might like it,” Katie replied with a broad smile, “given your
husband’s fascination with cats and all.”  She smiled at Hermione’s apparent
confusion.  “It’s okay to walk through the room, I got the boys to clean it
up.”
She picked her way across the room, careful not to brush up against anything. 
“What do you mean, Ron’s fascination with cats?  I can barely get him to play
with Crookshanks.”
“Sounds like your husband has a dirty little secret.  According to Ginny, your
husband went through quite a cat fetish phase in his middle teens.” 
Hermione rifled through her memory and the only thing she could come up with
was a span of week or so in her fourth year when all the boys in Gryffindor had
teased Ron by meowing at him every time they spoke to him.  Ron hadn’t ever
explained it and she had finally let it drop when the boys all moved on to
another target.
Katie reached up and pulled a tangle loose from Hermione’s hair.  “Were we a
naughty little witch?  Is that why you’re late?”  Hermione blushed profusely,
but said nothing.  Katie laughed, “I can’t say as I blame you.”  She gave
Hermione a once over.  “Can’t say as I blame him, either,” she purred as she
leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips.
“Thank you,” Hermione said, and blushed even deeper.  It was the first time she
had ever had another woman overtly make a pass at her or pick her up, or at
least the first time she was aware of. 
“You’re so cute,” Katie laughed.  “Let’s get downstairs before Ginny
embarrasses herself.  Better yet, let’s hope we get down there just as she’s in
the middle of embarrassing herself.”  Hermione watched in awe as they descended
the stairs.  She had spent nearly two weeks taking belly dancing classes, and
had continued practicing, but she couldn’t manage half the movement that her
host was.  “Can I offer you a glass of wine?”
“White, please,” Hermione responded as they cleared the stairs.  She accepted
the proffered glass and joined the others in the Great Room.  Fleur and
Angelina were a study in contrasts as they reclined in a love seat: Angelina,
tall, dark of skin, and dressed in a short robe of red silk and lace; Fleur,
short, pale, and draped in a semi-sheer white gown that only seemed to heighten
the silvery sheen of her platinum blonde hair.  On an adjacent couch, Alicia
sat with her feet curled under her and toyed with the belt of her jade kimono. 
Lastly, Ginny was sprawled across an overstuffed recliner.  In her hand was an
empty glass that had held a dark red wine.  Her black, silk robe was open to
reveal a black corset with copper highlights.
“Hermione!” Ginny squealed as she jumped to her feet, then staggered just a
bit.  “I’m a little drunk,” she said as she threw her arms around her friend
and crushed their chests together.  She whispered loudly, and Hermione was sure
that everyone heard what she was saying.  “My pussy is a little itchy, too. 
Katie keeps teasing me with her tail, but won’t do anything about it.” 
Hermione shivered as Ginny licked her ear.  “I don’t suppose you want to help
me with my problem, do you?”
“Ginny!”
Ginny laughed, and Hermione realized her friend was not quite as drunk as she
was pretending to be.  The other girls laughed as well and she realized she had
been the butt of a joke- the price of being late.  She took it in stride with a
shake of her head and sat down on the far end of the couch from Alicia.
“The J.B.F. look suits you,” Angelina said with a smile.  “You should wear your
hair like that more often.”  Hermione reached up and tried to flatten her hair
down.
“You’re right,” Alicia added, “very eighties rock chick.  She almost looks like
a young Tawny Kitaen.”
“Who?” Ginny asked.
“She was in the Whitesnake videos in the late-eighties; staples of hair-metal
rock.  Tawny was the object of masturbation for millions of young boys all over
Europe and America.  George is a big fan of that period of her work. 
Unfortunately, she went to shit afterwards.”
“Is she the woman on the poster in George’s closet?” Katie asked from the
kitchen.
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”  Angelina looked at Hermione critically.  “Hermione has a much prettier
face.  The hair is spot on though.  I bet if we put her in that white dress you
have, George would be all boner.”
“Is that why George insisted on buying the Jaguar?”  Katie called from the next
room.
“I wonder if we could get her to roll around on the hood for him?” Alicia said
with a sideways smile.
“Oh, that would be hot.  With the rain and the back lights.  Très sexy,”
Angelina purred.
“Guys, I’m right here!” Hermione said.
“And you’re such a lovely shade of red,” Ginny added with a laugh.
“Yes, I’m sure I am.  So let’s change the subject so I can return to my normal
pigmentation.”  The new subject centered on the state of her hair and what Ron
must have done to her to leave it in such a condition.  Hermione continued to
endure the good natured abuse of her sisters for several minutes while snacks
and additional drinks were distributed.  She figured the only way to stop it
was to out-do it.  “The worst of it happened when I was my knees in front of
him and he was fucking my mouth,” she said in the most off-hand manner she
could manage.  She felt herself blush as all the girls stopped and looked at
her. 
“Hermione!” Ginny exclaimed.
Hermione was glad to see that her plan had worked, but she was afraid it was
about to backfire on her.  She’d over done it, she could see that in the
reactions of the others.  She had tried too hard and made a fool of herself. 
She decided to play it off as no big deal, even though it was.  “Yes, I know
what it means,” she said as she looked back at Ginny and made a face.
“All righty then,” Katie said as she sat down on the large ottoman.  “And on
that note, I think we should move into the next phase of tonight’s party.”  She
raised her glass.  “First, let us welcome the newest members of our exclusive
little club: Fleur, Hermione, and Ginny; welcome to the Wicked Weasley
Witches.  A toast, to the Wicked Weasley Witches, may our coven find
sisterhood, friendship, and naughtiness in numbers.”  The girls all raised
their glasses in agreement and drank to the occasion.
“Tonight we will get to know each other in ways that we have not in the past. 
It’ll be like a slumber party; we’ll learn some secrets, share some things that
will embarrass us, and some things that will make next weekend so much the
better for us.  Because let’s face it, the reason for next weekend is so that
we get to have really great sex.”  Hermione joined in the general laughter and
cheering, despite feeling nervous about what secrets she was going to have to
tell.  “Since Hermione seems eager to share the details of her very active sex
life, we’ll let her go first.”  Katie picked up a vase off the table and
offered the opening to Hermione.
The paper she withdrew was small, pink, and folded in half.  She opened it and
swallowed.  She couldn’t share that with her sisters; she didn’t want to admit
she did that.  However, there was no way out now, and she did kind of agree to
this.  “Everybody else has to do this too, right?”
“I suppose I should have explained the rules,” Katie said.  “One person reads
the question, and everybody takes a turn answering it.”
“Okay,” Hermione said, taking a deep breath.  “What is the one thing you can do
that always turns your husband on?”  She looked around nervously and kind of
tucked her chin to her chest.  “Ron likes to watch me masturbate.  No matter
how bad a day he’s had, no matter how tired he is, if I play with myself for
him, he gets very turned on.”
“At least I’m not the only one,” Ginny said.
“That masturbates for her husband?” Alicia asked.
“No, that likes to watch other people,” Ginny said.
“You can be my voyeur,” Katie said, as she turned to face Ginny and ran her
hands over her leather clad chest.
“Oo, baby.”
“Fleur, what do you do to turn Bill on?”  Hermione asked quickly, trying to get
back on track before the situation devolved any further.
“Bill ‘as many turn-ons, ‘e iz a very randy man.  However, I think the one that
would be the most… useful to know would be ‘is ears.  They are very sensitive. 
Nibble them, bite them, blow in them, all are good.  The best is to lick his
earlobes.”
“Just how sensitive are they?” Hermione asked.  She noticed that Angelina was
wearing a very knowing smile.
“One night I tied ‘im to a chair, and just played with ‘is ears.  I did not
touch ‘im with anything other than my mouth.  Within two minutes, ‘e was like a
flagpole.  In five minutes ‘e was begging me for release.  After thirty
minutes, ‘e was out of ‘is mind with desire.  At that moment, I licked ‘is cock
once, that was all it took.”  She gave an arch little smile.  “As I said, very
sensitive.” Fleur looked over at Angelina.  “You already knew zis, non?”
“I did,” she replied.
“Bill told me you are very good in bed; that you are ruthless when you are
teasing, or pleasing, your lover.”
“Did he tell you about…”
“Oui.  He told me much about this household.”  Now it was Fleur’s turn to
smile.  “I am very much looking forward to this party.  I have not ever had sex
with twins before.  Do they both engage a woman together?”
Alicia, Angelina, and Katie all shared a knowing look and laughed.  “That is
their favorite thing to do,” Angelina answered.  “Fred and George like to team
up and drive a woman crazy.  Being twins, they communicate with just a look, so
they are always in sync with one another.  Being between them is- amazing. 
Once or twice they have had me going so hard I’ve actually blacked out.”
“Blacked out?” Hermione asked, a little frightened by the prospect.
“Yeah.  I started getting light headed from lack of blood to the brain because
it was all going somewhere else.  Then George kissed me, and I couldn’t get
enough air and just… blacked out.  I was only out about five or ten seconds,
but I understand why orgasm is called the ‘little death’.  Apparently, it’s
fairly common among bondage practitioners.”
“Why are you looking at me?” Katie asked, looking back and forth from Alicia to
Angelina.
“Well?” Angelina probed, “Is it true?”
“You know bloody well it is.  Besides, we’re supposed to be talking about the
boys’ fetishes, not ours.  I’m sure that question will come up later.”
Hermione was only mildly surprised to find out that Katie was a bondage freak. 
Her research had clued her in to several cues that a submissive gave off that
indicated their preference, and Katie had them in spades.  Her manner of dress
and styling also indicated an outward rebellion to established norms, so the
knowledge that she led a sex life well outside ‘normal’ parameters just seemed
to fit.  However, Hermione also knew that she would be giving Katie a wide
berth next weekend.  She wanted nothing to do with that particular path of
sexual adventurism.  She was already knee deep in it with the Pruitt case, and
next weekend was supposed to be an escape from all that.  She realized she also
needed to know who Katie’s Dom was, so she could avoid him, or her, too.
“I ‘ope so,” Fleur said with a devilish smile.  “Alicia, what is George’s
trigger?”
Alicia smiled and extended her leg.  “Feet.  George has a major foot fetish. 
If your feet are at all ticklish, you’ve been warned.  He will definitely go
after your feet.  If you play footsies with him, he’ll do anything you want.” 
She chuckled a bit.  “If you give him a bottle of lotion, he’ll give you a foot
massage without even asking; which has its advantages.” 
Hermione realized the bottom of Alicia’s feet were softer than her own hands as
one caressed her ankle and calf.
“Ginny, what’s Harry’s great weakness?”
Ginny spent a long moment chewing her lip before she answered.  “It’s hard to
say.  Harry’s tastes are… broad.  He likes a lot of different things.  I guess
I would I have to say… the school girl look.  Plaid skirts, pigtails, knee
socks, the works.”
“Harry has a school-girl fetish,” Katie cooed.  “Does he like to spank naughty
little school girls?” 
“As a matter of fact, he does,” Ginny replied.  “I almost used that as his best
turn on, but it’s a little exotic for some people.”
“Oh, I can’t wait.”  Katie was practically bouncing with excitement.  “Have you
ever used ‘Essence of School Girl’ with him?”
“Used it?  Hell, with all of it I’ve bought over the years I should own the
company.” 
Hermione felt a bit left out as all the other girls laughed and cackled in a
way that made her think there was a reason they were called witches.  The trip
to Miss Madelaine’s with Lavender had only begun to open her eyes to the
breadth of perversity one could get up to.  She was almost afraid of what she
might learn at the party, almost but not quite; she never feared learning, only
the application of the knowledge.
“What about your husband?” Ginny said to Katie.  “What makes him frisky?”
“Girls with big tits,” she replied, looking meaningfully at Ginny.  “Mine are
decent, but he’s going to find yours irresistible.”
“That’ll be a nice change.”  A couple of the other girls made inquiring
remarks.  “Harry’s an arse-man.  My tits get a little neglected sometimes.”
“I know the feeling,” Angelina added.  “Fred is like that too.”  She glanced
over at Hermione, “If you don’t like anal, make sure Fred understands that you
don’t want him going there.  Otherwise, it’ll be the first thing he does.”
Hermione was a tad disappointed.  The idea of having both the twins at once had
intrigued her.  She was particularly interested in those little ways that they
were different that she had never known about, could never have known about,
before.  She wasn’t sure she would be ready to have Ron take her that way that
soon, and it wouldn’t be fair to let anyone other than Ron do that first,
especially given his recent interest. 
She wondered if she should ask about it.  It seemed like the other girls were
all pretty comfortable with it, but she was unsure what or how to ask, and she
didn’t want to look foolish.  She’d already done that with her ‘fucking my
mouth’ comment.  It was probably a bit over the top, or at least for her it was
over the top.  Her hesitation cost her though, and the conversation moved on.
“I suppose this means that I get to draw next,” Angelina said as she stuck her
hand in the vase.  “Who do you most want to have sex with at the party? 
Harry,” she said without batting an eye.  “I got an eyeful of him in the
showers once after a Quidditch match.   The only reason I didn’t jump him right
then is because he and Ginny had just started going out.  A week earlier and I
would have been the first girl to score the famous Harry Potter.”  She looked
at Ginny and made an exaggerated pout as she crossed her arms.
“Maybe if you’re good to me I’ll let you score him next weekend,” Ginny shot
back, with a slight bob of her head.
“Good to you, huh?”  Angelina smiled and affected a bad oriental accent.  “I be
good for you, love you long time.”  The girls all got a good laugh, then
Angelina asked Fleur who she wanted to sleep with.
“As I said, I want to try the twins.”  Hermione thought that Fleur was about to
say more, but then she settled back into the love seat and sipped at her wine. 
As an afterthought she motioned for Katie to go next.
“I want to get spanked by Professor Potter,” Katie said as she bounced on the
ottoman and pulled her hair up in short pigtails.  She said something in a
language Hermione didn’t understand, but thought it sounded like Japanese. 
Ginny asked her to translate.  “Professor, I can’t do that.  No, not there. 
Please, no, Professor Potter.”
“Where did you learn to speak Japanese?” Hermione asked her.  She thought she
had a pretty good idea, but wanted to be sure.
“From watching anime and hentai.  Each to their own,” she said with a shrug as
she looked back.  Hermione suppressed a shudder; a girl like Katie probably
would have been a dream come true for Pruitt, except that she probably wouldn’t
resist enough.
Ginny blushed when it was her turn.  “I want to sleep with Hermione,” she said
as she tucked her chin to her chest.
“Really?” Angelina said, looking back and forth between the two.  Hermione knew
she was blushing as well and tried to sink down into the corner of the couch. 
“You two have never experimented?”  Both girls shook their heads.  “How long
have you two been thinking about it?”
“Years.” “Couple of months,” Ginny and Hermione responded respectively.
“I think that’s sweet,” Alicia interjected.  “You two have been friends for
years and you’ve just discovered you have a mutual attraction.  I’m jealous,
I’ll bet that’s going to be some seriously hot sex.”
Hermione felt like she was on fire her face was so warm.  It never ceased to
amaze her how easily talk about sex could set off her blush reaction when she
was always in total control of every tick of expression or emotion when she was
in the courtroom.  She was so busy trying to figure out how she could get
herself back under control now that she almost missed hearing Alicia say that
Ron was the one she was most looking forward to.  “Oh?” was the best response
she could come up with.  She had just assumed that all the other girls would
want to sleep with Harry; that’s the way it had always been.
Alicia looked over at Katie, as though looking for some kind of tacit approval,
and then turned back to Hermione when she got the nod.  “Okay, I’m about to
spill the beans on a whole bunch of family secrets that you guys were going to
find out sooner or later.”  She looked at Fleur, “Are you familiar with a shop
called Miss Madelaine’s Magical Toybox?”  She indicated she was.  “I know you
two are,” she said, pointing at Hermione and Ginny.
“How do you know that?” they asked in unison.
“Because I am Miss Madelaine,” Katie said, throwing up her hands as though to
say ‘ta-daa’.
“You mean to tell me I’ve been paying full price to my family for all this
time?” Ginny said.
“Don’t worry sis, we got your back,” Angelina said with a smile.  “Do you
really think that Miss Madelaine’s has a frequent shopper program that just
sends out random goodies?”
“I don’t know.”
“Does Weasley Wizard Wheezes?”
“No.”
“There you go.”
“Wait a minute,” Hermione interjected.  “Are you saying that WWW owns
Madelaine’s?”
“Only in part,” Alicia said.  “Even then, it’s through a shell company.  This
is where it gets complicated, but you’ll appreciate the lawyerliness of this. 
When Penelope found out that Katie, Angelina and I were the owners of Miss
Madelaine’s, she threw a fit.  She was afraid that some reporter or politico
was going to tie it to Percy, since it was his immediate family.  So we all
sold out to Katie on the condition that she sell our part to a silent partner. 
WWW established an off-shore shell company called Ferret Enterprises, and
bought 40% of Miss Madelaine’s from Kathryn Madelaine Jordan.  The director of
Ferret Enterprises is A.J. Bell and the chairman is A.R. Johnson.  Since we all
hyphenated our names, we are all technically in compliance with the law, but
the business is all but untraceable to the Weasley’s.  Keeping that quiet cost
us a mere two-thousand galleons in campaign contributions to Percy Weasley.”
“That’s,” Hermione stopped with her mouth wide open, “brilliant.  Completely
amoral, but brilliant.  Whose idea was it?”
“Penelope’s.  She also receives 5% of net profits as an unnamed consultant.  It
keeps the kids in new shoes.”
“Her kids always have really nice shoes,” Ginny said.
Alicia didn’t reply, merely raised an eyebrow.
“So as convoluted and deceitful as this is,” Hermione said, “it doesn’t explain
why Ron is at the top of your list.  And no, I’m not jealous,” she added
hastily at the look from Alicia, “I’m just curious why Ron and not Harry?”
“I could ask you the same question, but I’m sure our answers are very
different.”
“Probably,” Hermione replied, feeling a little defensive.
“Okay, just follow along because this is a little weird.  Shortly after we
opened the Toybox I met a woman through one of our distributors.  She makes
dildos for a living.  One of the things she does is custom dildo molds based on
a particular person’s… assets.  We thought it would be a fun service to offer,
so we made an arrangement.  Part of the arrangement is that we have the option
to reproduce and sell models in the store if the customer agrees.  We don’t
identify them, but we do give them fun little nicknames to market them by.  I
have every one we ever reproduced in my personal collection, about a gross in
all.”
“And you know who they all belong to,” Hermione said, not at all sure she was
going to like where this was going.
“No, most guys who agree to the reproductions are pretty secretive about it. 
Some are pretty flamboyant, the owner of the Gilded Smile tried to get us to
market it under his name.”
“The Gilded Smile?  That wouldn’t be who I think it is would it?”
“Yeah, it probably is.  Five time winner of Witch Weekly’s Sexiest Smile.” 
Most of the other girls laughed.
“That is just… eww.”  Hermione felt very self-conscious because she didn’t
think it was all that funny.  She wanted to get Alicia back on track despite
her trepidation about what she was sure she was going to learn.  “So what’s
Ron’s nickname?”  She was surprised that Ron would agree to let his be
reproduced, but she would have to ask him about that later.
Alicia leaned forward and placed her hand on Hermione’s knee.  “Hermione, we
don’t do this to be cruel, we don’t do it as a joke.  This is a business, and
we always ask permission first.  Did Ron know it was us behind it?  No, I’m
fairly sure he didn’t.  But to answer your question, his nickname is ‘Little
Brother’.  The reason he is top on my list, is because ‘The Little Brother’ is
the perfect size and the perfect shape for me.”
Hermione was so upset that she couldn’t even respond.  She had always thought
that Ron and all his treasures were hers, and hers alone.  To find out that
this had happened turned all that upside down.  She jumped when Angelina
touched her shoulder.
“Hermione,” she said quietly, “why don’t you come with me, I want to show you
something.”  Hermione got up and followed her silently from the room.  As they
climbed the stairs to the living quarters conversation began again in the room
downstairs, but Hermione paid no attention to it.  Once they were ensconced in
one of the bedrooms, she assumed Fred and Angelina’s, the door was closed and
she was directed to a small seating area.  “Would you like some tea while we
talk?”
She took a deep breath and checked her anger, yelling at Angelina wouldn’t
change anything, and it wouldn’t help her sort out her misgivings.  “It was
always abstract until now,” Hermione said as she flopped into the chair and
rested her forehead against her hands.
Angelina pulled a chair around and sat down opposite her.  “What do you mean,
dear?” she asked as she took Hermione’s hands in her own.
She swallowed and choked back the tears of frustration.  “It was always
abstract that Ron would be sleeping with other girls.  It was always just him
getting his jollies.  I never thought that another girl would be attracted to
him.”
“Okay,” Angelina said slowly, as though to point out the fallacy of the
argument.  “So it was okay for you to want to sleep with his brothers, but not
okay for his sisters-in-law to want to sleep with him.”
“Dammit Angie, don’t confuse me with the facts.”  Hermione looked up to see her
sister watching her, a slight smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
“You know why I love you so much?”
“Why?”
“Because you are so easy to reason with.”
“Thanks, but I don’t think that’s going to help here.  All these years with Ron
have made me very emotional where he is concerned.”  She pushed herself up out
of the chair and began to pace the room, much like she did when she was in
court.  As she did her mind began to settle, her thoughts organized themselves
and the jealous insanity that had wanted to strangle Alicia subsided to a small
voice in the back of her mind.  “I think that I would have been okay if she had
just said that she wanted to sleep with him because he was tall or because she
thought he was cute or because he has a tight butt.  At that point she’s just
curious about what he’d be like in bed.  I’ve reconciled myself with that. 
It’s part of how I convinced Ron that this would be okay, it’s just curiosity
and fun.”
“But with Alicia, it’s different.”
“Yeah.  I mean, she’s been playing with my husband’s… bits for years.  How long
has she secretly wanted to bed him?  Dammit, he’s myhusband.”  She stopped and
took a deep breath.
“And when this weekend is over, he’ll still be your husband.  Alicia will still
be George’s wife.  The only thing that will have changed is that she’ll
probably discover he doesn’t live up to her fantasies.”
“That I wouldn’t be so sure of,” Hermione said with a smile. 
“Really?”
“Me and my big mouth.”
Angelina laughed.  “Tell me, what is it that has you upset about this?  Why is
Alicia a concern and not,” she waved her hand around, “me.  After all, I’m
probably going to try and bed him at some point this weekend.  He and Harry
will be the only two guys here I’ve never slept with.  Does it bother you that
I intend to have sex with Ron?”
Hermione stopped pacing and gave Angelina a long look.  “No.  That doesn’t
bother me.  To you, he’s just another notch in your bedpost.  Alicia though,
Alicia’s been playing with his bits for years, fantasizing about him,
satisfying herself with him when he’s mine.  If I choose to share him now,
that’s different.  He and I have discussed it; it’s something we’re doing
together.  You waited your turn.  You weren’t lusting after him when he wasn’t
yours to lust after.”
Angelina closed her eyes and nodded.  Hermione ran back through her arguments
in her mind and realized the hole in her defense and wondered if Angelina would
use it.  She also realized that she couldn’t close it.  If she did, it would be
an argument without factual or evidentiary basis, it would be entirely
emotional, fueled by jealousy over something that would never have upset her if
she hadn’t known it.
“Tell me,” Angelina said, as she leaned back in her chair.  “Has Alicia ever
behaved inappropriately towards Ron?”
Hermione cursed herself, Angelina had blown the hole wide open. 
“All the time that we spend together as a family, the times when we’ve gotten
together in small groups, even when we’ve been to parties where things have
been pretty fast and loose, has Alicia ever said or done anything suggestive to
or with Ron?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Has he ever mentioned her doing anything inappropriate?”
“No, but,” she stopped herself before she said that he would not.  Ron was
honest to a fault sometimes.  He shared everything with her, even things she
kind of wished he wouldn’t.  He had never shown any preference for Alicia over
any of the others, nor any disinclination to be around her.  If she had made a
pass at him, he would behave differently around her, it’s just the way he was. 
He wore his heart on his sleeve.  Her shoulders slumped and she flopped down
into the chair.  “God, I hate it when I do that.”
“What’s that, dear?”
“Make an ass of myself.  I mean, I’m usually pretty in control and have a good
handle on things.  When it comes to Ron though, sometimes my emotions run away
with me.  I blame Ron for it.  I wasn’t like this before I married him.”  She
took a deep breath.
“That’s not all bad.  If he makes you a little crazy or drives you to
distraction, that’s kind of what he’s supposed to do.  They all do it, the
whole lot of them.  They’re all goofy and honest to a fault, none of them ever
think before they act, and they’re loyal to the point of stupidity.  It’s not
just the men either, Ginny’s just like them.”
“Maybe that’s why we love them all so much.”
“Maybe so.”
Hermione stood up and walked over to Angelina.  “Thank you.  I’m sorry I made
an ass of myself.  I’m just so… out of my depth here.  I feel like I’m
floundering all over the place.  I’m trying to deal with the conflict of sexual
experimentation and my strict Anglican upbringing, then you add in how
possessive I get of Ron and I’m just going in all these different directions. 
I mean, I really want to do this, but I feel so guilty about it.”
Angelina stood and gave her a hug.  “I’m glad I could help.  You should spend
some time with Alicia.  She went through that several years ago, just before
she and George got married.  She had this huge crisis of faith after spending
Christmas with her parents.  It took her a couple of months to work it out.” 
They separated and Angelina held her at arms distance and closely examined her
face.  “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?”
“Yeah, I think so.  I just need to remind myself that no one is after my
husband; they just want to have sex with him, and I can’t say as I blame them
for that.” 
Angelina laughed at that.  “No, you can’t blame them for that.  He is a fine
specimen of manhood.”
“You know what the worst thing is about the dildo thing is?  I can’t even tell
him.  He’ll think it’s funny that women all over England get off on his…
parts.”
“I’ll go you one better,” Angie said with a smirk.  “He’s most popular with
lesbians.”
“Oh my God.  He would be impossible if he found that out.  Is he the only one
of the brothers?”
“No, not by a long shot.  Come with me and I’ll show you.”  She followed her
older sister into a room that looked like it belonged to George and Alicia. 
“Over here,” Angie called from a closet.
“Should we be doing this?  Won’t Alicia get mad?”
“Nah, we go into each other’s closets all the time.  We’ve actually talked
about building a common boudoir.  Here it is.”  Hermione watched as Angelina
pulled aside a curtain to reveal a shelf stacked full of various sex toys and
accoutrements.   She reached up and pulled down six boxes.  “These are the
brothers: Little Brother, The Dragon Tamer, The Treasure Hunter, Thing 1, and
Thing 2.”
“Are those the actual sizes?”
“You tell me,” Angelina said as she opened a box and handed over The Little
Brother.
“It is,” she said with a nod.  It was a strange thing to be standing in her
sister’s closet with one of her other sisters fondling a replica of her
husband’s cock.  She chuckled at the surrealness of the situation and handed it
back.  Her curiosity got the better of her as they were being put away.  “Can I
see Bill’s?”
“The Treasure Hunter,” she said as passed it over.  “Almost exactly the same as
Ron, with one exception.” 
Hermione opened the box and slid it out into her hand.  The weight and size
were familiar, but it curved up toward the tip.  “Oh,” she ran her finger along
the curve, “is that why they call it the Treasure Hunter?”
“It is indeed.”  She took it back and handed over a gold colored box.  “This is
why we were laughing about Lockhart’s.” 
She opened the box and began to laugh herself.  She picked it up and examined
it, and laughed even harder.  By the time she got it back in the box and handed
it back she had to sit down she was laughing so hard.  “I, I can’t believe it,”
she said between labored breaths.  “I think Ron’s middle finger is that big.”
“I know, that’s why we had to make it a vibrator.  It was useless as anything
else.”  The girls enjoyed a good laugh together, then put the stuff away.  “Are
you okay with everything?” Angelina asked as she pulled Hermione to her feet.
“I think so.  Thanks for understanding.  I still stand by my assertion that you
should have gone into counseling.  With your knowledge and insight, you could
probably make good money as a sex therapist.”
“Not as good as I make as part owner in WWW and Ferret, though; and I don’t
have to listen to people whine all day.”
“There is that.”  Hermione followed her down the stairs to where the other
girls were laughing and teasing each other.  Within a few minutes she had
fallen in with them, and was freely sharing some of the most intimate details
of her love life as she drank wine and drew closer to her sisters.
***** Chapter 10--Hello Pussycat *****
                                Hello Pussycat
 
Hermione clutched the small handbag tightly as she entered the hotel.  She had
to walk slowly, and on her toes, because she had never developed the skill of
walking in ridiculously tall heels like these; being a little drunk didn’t help
either.  Fortunately her belly dancing classes had taught her how to undulate
as she walked, which helped her keep balance as long as she kept her hips and
shoulders moving in opposite directions at the right time.  Somewhere behind
her someone wolf-whistled, a look over her shoulder didn’t reveal the
perpetrator, but she didn’t dare turn around for fear that she would trip.
Thirty minutes ago this had seemed like such a great idea.  Borrow the vinyl
catsuit and boots from Katie, since she obviously couldn’t go out in public in
her bath robe.  Throw a long coat on over it and catch a taxi to the hotel
since she’d had too many drinks to safely practice magic.  Angelina had spotted
her a hundred pounds to cover fares and incidentals and loaned her a hand bag
with what she had referred to as ‘just in case’ items. 
“Good evening, Miss.”  The man behind the counter was just barely taller than
she, dark-haired and his goatee looked like he waxed it.  His beady eyes swept
over her and a knowing smile revealed a thin line of very white teeth.  “How
may I assist you?”
“I,” she stumbled as she took a step forward but caught herself on the edge of
the counter.  “New shoes,” she said with an apologetic smile.  He smiled
indulgently.  “I need to pick up a key for my room.  I’m with Ron Weasley, room
1510.”
“Of course, Miss…?”
“Mrs. Weasley.”
“My apologies, ma’am; if I could just see your I.D. please.”
Hermione froze, her I.D. was at home on her vanity.  “I’m sorry, I don’t have
that with me.”  She couldn’t open the purse and show him that she didn’t have
it, because the contents of the purse would raise far more questions than they
would answer.  “I,” she stammered but had no answer.
“You’re new to this area, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’ve been visiting family here.”
There was another of the indulgent smiles from the man behind the counter.  “Of
course you have.”  He gave her a once over that made her very nervous and self-
conscious.  “My normal tip for an ‘extra’ key is ten pounds, unless you’d like
to make other arrangements.”
“What do you mean?”
“Please.  Don’t play the wide-eyed innocent with me young lady.  Since you’re
new to the business, consider this professional advice.  It is normal to tip
the desk if you need a discreet key.  Ten is the normal tip for any hotel
between two and four stars.  You’ll want to speak to the most senior desk clerk
and pass the money discreetly.  In the morning, we ask that you not leave
through the front door.”
It took her a moment to understand what he was saying.  When she did she was
incensed, never in all her life had she been accused of anything so vile.  “Are
you calling me a-”
“Quiet!” the clerk hissed through clenched teeth.  “Either produce the tip, or
I’ll throw you out.”
It was all she could do not reach out and throttle the presumptive ass behind
the counter.  However, having the Assistant Minister of Magical Law Enforcement
arrested for violation of the Magical Secrecy Act or murder would be tantamount
to career suicide and she had never been good enough at wandless magic to do
much more than remove Ron’s shirt or warm a cup of tea.    She took a deep
breath.  “My husband is with the AEQL meeting here tonight.  Can we go up and
get him?”
“Miss, this is your last warning.  If you persist in this charade, I will call
the police.”
She saw that his hand was poised over the phone.  She had no idea what the
penalty for suspected prostitution in London was, but she was sure it would
involve a trip to jail and that was definitely not in her plans for tonight. 
Shaking, she pulled a twenty pound note from her purse and handed it across the
desk.
He snatched the bill from her hand.  “I’ve half a mind to refuse it and send
you back empty handed; but I don’t know who your pimp or madam is, and I’d hate
to fuck up a business contact over one stupid whore.”  He handed over a card
key.  “Don’t let me see you again without the proper respect.”
“Of course not, Chaz,” she said as she glanced his gold name tag.  “Thank you
for the information.”  She tried her best to sound meek as she turned away and
walked as quickly as possible to the elevator bank.  By the time she reached
the fifteenth floor the problem had been solved, she would take care of it in
the morning and he would probably lose his job.  Now though, she needed some
champagne to recapture the pleasant buzz that the jerk at the front counter had
killed.  She definitely wanted the buzz if she was going to try what she wanted
to do tonight, and Angelina had said it would help.
As soon as she was through the door she shed her coat and tossed it over a
chair.  Even though it was fairly cool in late March, the vinyl didn’t breathe
well and she was melting in it.  Fortunately, because of the cutout, her skin
was exposed to the cool air conditioning; it was heavenly. 
Finally, she looked around.  The main room was well appointed and designed with
the vacationing traveler in mind.  The bathroom had a large soaking tub and a
two-way fireplace that looked into the bedroom.  A separate room contained the
hot tub which looked out across the balcony and over the Thames River.  In the
near distance, the lights from the London Eye reflected off the river’s
surface.  “Very nice,” she said as she picked up the phone and called for room
service.  Now, she just needed to figure out the perfect reception for her
husband.
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Ron was whistling when the elevator door opened.  It had been a good meeting.
The  Cannon’s had been named Most Improved Team of the Year, and the general
consensus was that next week the sports writers association would name him
Manager of the Year, even though he hadn’t made the playoffs.  Even Janice
Black-Hargrove, manager of the Harpies, had been nice to him, and she hadn’t
said anything nice to him… ever, now that he thought about it.
He shifted his duffle around on his shoulder and glanced at his watch.  He had
about thirty minutes until Hermione showed up.  Hopefully that would give him
time enough to get everything set up.  He wished he’d gotten here earlier so he
could have at least dropped all this in the room before hand, but screwing his
wife was a better reason than most for being late.  Glad that no one had asked
what was in the bag, he checked it again: candles, bottle of lotion, Hermione’s
favorite love song CD, feathers, warming gel, and her most-used scented bath
oils.  He smiled to himself, this was going to be a good night.  He dug down a
little deeper and found the bottle of ‘personal lubricant’ that the book had
recommended.  His smile widened; hopefully a very good night.
 A young man in a white jacket and black pants was just leaving his room as he
walked down the hall.  “Hey, why were you in my room?”  The young man, kid Ron
corrected himself, jumped and his face turned bright red.  He also slid
something into his pocket.
“Sorry, sir, just delivering room service, sir.”
“Room service?  I didn’t order anything.”
“Your wife, sir,” the kid said, and blushed even more as he fidgeted a bit.
“Oh.  Okay, thanks,” Ron said as he walked on by.  He wondered why the kid had
seemed so nervous.  He turned around to ask, but the kid was gone and the
service elevator door dinged.  He opened the door as quietly as he could,
hoping maybe to catch his wife reclining naked in the tub, or maybe skinny
dipping in the hot tub; that would certainly explain the kid’s behavior. 
Neither one even remotely prepared him for what he found when he opened the
door.
The room was mostly dark, with the exception of a single soft light that shone
down onto the chaise in the middle of the room.  Artfully draped across it was
a woman dressed from neck to ankle in shiny, black leather.  Her toenails were
painted a garish, daring red color that contrasted sharply with the creamy
white skin of her feet.  His eyes were drawn along the shapely legs to the
suggestive opening at their center.  She slid a single finger, its nail painted
the same seductive red, over a zipper on the center seam of the crotch.  He
followed the finger as it travelled up the body to reveal gorgeous cleavage and
teasing mounds of pale flesh squeezed into a heart shaped opening.  Brown hair
fell down, covering her face, and perched atop her head were two small
triangles of black fur that looked like cat ears.
“Fuck me,” he whispered, as his eyes trailed over her again.
“Mrowr,” she growled low and seductively.  His wife looked up at him.
“Meow, back,” he said as he kicked the door shut, dropped his bag, and started
shedding clothes as he walked toward her.
“Mrowr ma meor?”
“If you’re asking if I like it, I like it very much.”  He leaned down to kiss
her, his arm braced on the back of the chair for support.  He felt something
soft and fuzzy drape across his neck and drag down.  He reached up to grab it,
and discovered a long, fuzzy tail attached to the costume as well.  A tail not
so unlike one she had sported many years before after an accident with a bottle
of Polyjuice Potion.  His back stiffened at the flash of that memory, but he
shook it off.
“Mowr?” she questioned with a coy little smile.
“Nothing,” he said as he leaned in to kiss her again.  The leather was cool and
slick as he ran his hand over it and she draped her arms around his neck.  She
pulled him down closer, and nibbled at his ear.
“Tell me a story?” she whispered, and she flicked a tongue across his ear.
“Say what?” he mumbled as he kissed her hair.
She brushed the soft tail across the side of his face.  “I remember a time when
you would blush and get all fidgety when I meowed at you.”  She swept the tail
down his chest, and brushed his nipples.  “But you never told me why.  I think
you could tell me now.”  She growled low and deep in her throat as she took his
earlobe between her teeth.
He moaned as she slipped her hand inside his boxers, and groaned as the full
memory came back. 
“If I like the story, you can take off my outfit.”  Her tongue swirled against
his ear and his cock twitched as she squeezed it gently.  She guided his hand
to the zipper over her crotch.  “Or you can leave it on, if you’d rather.” 
Even his answering moan was conflicted.  “That was so long ago,” he said as he
pressed himself against her.  He could feel the heat in her crotch even through
the leather as he squeezed and rubbed her. 
She let out a long moan.  “Mrowr,” she cried in his ear.  He was done for, it
was the same cry of ‘please’ that she used when she really wanted something and
really didn’t want to go get it.  It was the plea he could never say no to. 
“Mur mowr,” she whined again.
“That’s evil,” he said as he stretched out next to her.  “You cannot hold this
against me. “  She meowed questioningly.  “I was between twelve and fourteen
years old when this happened.  You cannot hold it against me now.”  She meowed
in agreement and rubbed her fake ears against his chin.
“It was early in fourth year, I think the first weekend back at school.  Seamus
had managed to get his hands on some of his father’s home brewed amber ale, so
we were all a little tipsy.”
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"Night, Harry," Ron called across their dorm room.  "Sleep well, because
tomorrow you die." 
"Meow," Harry replied.  He heard snickers from Seamus's bed.  Dean and Neville
both meowed as well.  The other boys all laughed. 
Ron snuffed his bedside candle and snapped his curtains shut. This was it, he
was going to have to kill Harry; there was no help for him now.  Ron sighed;
Harry had nobody to blame but himself.  If Harry hadn't opened his big mouth
about the cat tail incident, he wouldn't have to die.  The fact that he had
mentioned it during one of Seamus's infamous games of Truth or Dare made it
that much worse, because he couldn't even deny it as a pack of vicious lies.
Ron flopped back onto his bed.  This was so embarrassing, but as long as it
never went beyond these walls, he was okay.  As much as it embarrassed him to
have it aired out to the boys, Harry had been right.  Ron had several fantasies
about Hermione and that damn cat tail that she’d had when her Polyjuice potion
failed.  He grinned as he thought about it again; she had been damn sexy with
that tail.
*****
Boxing Day, second year
Ron stopped just outside the hospital wing.  He had come down to see Hermione
and make sure she was okay following the Polyjuice-gone-bad incident. 
Yesterday she had been mortified and wouldn't even speak to them; she just
pulled her blankets over her head and refused to respond until they left.  When
he walked in toady she was lying on her stomach and her tail was sticking up in
the air, swishing back and forth.  The long, fluffy, furry, black appendage
was… intriguing.  He adjusted his robes and closed the door quietly.
She was so engrossed in her book that she hadn't even heard him enter.  He
walked up to the foot of her bed.  "Hello, pussycat."  Her tail twitched.  It
was then that he realized she was wearing a standard hospital gown, tied down
the back.  Her covers were pulled right up to, and wrapped around, the base of
her tail.
"Just… go away."  She sounded annoyed.  "I… I don't need you teasing me." 
Maybe not annoyed, more like upset. 
"I didn’t mean to tease you," he said by way of apology.  "I just came by to
see if you," he was distracted by the twitching of her tail.  If the tail was
any indication, she was back to being annoyed.
"Yes?"
"Sorry," Ron shook his head.  "Do you… have control of that… thing?" he asked,
pointing at her tail.  "Or does it just move around on its own?"
"You're teasing me."  Her tail twitched, definitely annoyed.
"No, I'm not.  It's just kind of… interesting."  It stopped twitching and
swished back and forth.  "Are you making it do that, or is it doing it all by
itself?"  She didn't respond.  He looked down, her eyes were closed and her
face was screwed up in concentration.  Her tail curled and bent over his
wrist.  Surprised, Ron wrapped his hand lightly around her tail and pet it with
one long stroke.
She yanked it out of his hand and flattened her hips back down against the bed,
but not before he heard her gasp.  "I… I think you should leave now," she said
in quick, breathless voice.  On the one hand he disagreed, he had liked that
reaction and her tail fascinated him.  On the other hand, he wondered if he was
having the same effect on her she was having on him.  If so, he should
definitely leave before she realized it.
"If you say so," he agreed.  He reached down and scratched the fuzzy black ear
that was sticking up out of her hair.
"Stop it," she snapped.  He turned and left, but not before stroking her tail
again, and hearing her choked off gasp. 
*****
Inside Ron's Dreams, 4th year, after the game of Truth or Dare
"Liked that, did you?" He stopped, stepped up next to her and did it again.
"Mmmm," she purred.
He reached down and ran a hand down her back and along the length of her tail,
which bent against his hand. "Are you my little pussycat?" In response her tail
draped over his wrist and pulled his hand down.
"Rowr." Her hips rose up and the blanket fell down. He was shocked to see that
she was naked under the gown, which parted perfectly over her hips. "Would you
like to pet your pussycat?" she asked in a very suggestive voice.
Rather than saying anything he reached down and rubbed his hand over her arse.
 As his fingers brushed over her silky hair that he had never seen, and still
could not, she moaned and pushed back against him. She was very warm, very
soft, and curiously damp. He pushed his finger against her, and slipped inside.
She moaned and rubbed against him. Her soft, furry tail trailed across his
cheek and neck.
"Open your robe," she said softly. He unbuttoned it with his free hand as his
finger pushed farther up inside her. "Oh, yes, like that." His robe fell open
and her tail trailed across his chest. "Come up here." He moved up closer to
her head, but kept his finger inside her. She reached up and toyed with the
front of his briefs. He pulled his finger out of her and stroked her tail.
"Meeeow," she said in a playful tone.
"Does kitty want something to play with?" He pulled down his underwear and let
his erection stand up before him.
"Oh yes," she purred. Her tongue dragged over the head of his prick, making him
moan. She opened her mouth and wrapped it around his cock. She gave a long, wet
suck on it and he moaned. He reached down and tangled his fingers in her hair
and began to rock his hips back and forth into her face. She moaned and slurped
as he moved back and forth. After a few minutes of this he reached out and
stroked her tail and wound his hand round and round it. "Ron, take me from
behind," she pleaded.
He climbed on the bed behind her and nudged his cock against her. She pushed
back against him and he slid inside her. It was amazing, better than he could
have ever imagined. She was hot and wet, and fit him like a glove. Her tail
swished back and forth, tickling his chest, cheeks, chin, and nose. Finally it
came to rest on his shoulder and wrapped around the back of his neck. He rested
his hands on her hips like he'd seen in the magazines and pulled her back
against him. "Oh yes," she called out. He pushed her forward and brought her
back against him. Again she moaned. Her tail began to move against him again,
caressing and tickling him. "Faster, harder."
He pushed her forward and brought her back. He rocked his hips forward as he
did this. "Yes Ron, do me," she called out. He started bucking against her
harder and faster, her hips pushing back against him with every stroke. "Yes.
Oh Ron, oh Ron, oh Ron!" She was screaming out his name with every thrust now.
Her tail twitched and quivered in front of his face. He took hold of it at the
base and slammed into her one last time. "Oh Ron, I'm coming!" she screamed. He
did the same, his balls emptying themselves in great gushes. She cried out with
every spurt and every twitch of his cock until at long last they were both
spent and sighed with relief.
She lay down on the bed and turned over so that she was looking up at him. He
savored the sight of her every curve and dimple without a thought as to how she
had gotten disrobed. His eyes lingered on the golden brown patch of hair
between her legs, then slowly traveled back up. At long last he leaned over her
and kissed her, long and deep. "Rowr," he growled at her, “be my pussycat.”
"Meeeyow," she responded. "Pussycat liked that, want to do that again."
*****
Gryffindor Tower , 4th year boys dormitory.
“Ron, wake up.”  Slowly, Ron let go of his dream, the details of it slipping
away before his eyes were even open.  He looked up to see Harry looking down at
him.  “Are you quite done with the meowing now?”
“What do you mean?”
Dean’s head poked through the curtains of Ron’s bed.  “Rowr, be my pussycat,”
he said in an imitation sleepy voice.  Suddenly, Ron remembered the dream with
startling clarity.
“Oh God,” he bemoaned.  “Please tell me I didn’t.”
“You did,” Harry nodded, his face very grave.  “Cat’s out of the bag, so to
speak.”  Harry grinned.
“Who’s your pussycat?  Who’s your pussycat?” Seamus said, sticking his head in
as well.  Harry, Dean, and Seamus all laughed hysterically and left Ron to
finish getting up.  Ron grabbed his robe and wrapped it around himself before
heading down the stairs to the bathrooms.
“Morning Fred, morning George.”
“Meow,” they both replied in unison, then began to snicker as they walked
away.  Ron opened the door and headed in.  Somebody, it sounded like Neville,
was singing in the shower.  It took him a minute to catch on.
"Meow meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow
meow."
“Shut up, Neville!”
“Meow,” was the laughing response.  He was going to kill somebody, he didn’t
know who yet, but somebody was going to die.
Ron entered the Great Hall with the rest of the fourth year Gryffindor boys
behind him, they were meowing to the tune to some TV commercial Dean had taught
them.  It was the same tune Neville had been singing in the shower. 
"Ron," Hermione asked as he sat down next to her like he had on so many other
mornings.  "Is there a reason all the boys are meowing at you?  It sounds like
a cat-house in here."
"It's nothing, ignore it and it will go away."  He prayed that just once, his
ears wouldn't give him away.  It was too much to hope for.
"Should I be meowing at you?" she asked in a genuinely confused voice.
"No, you should most definitely not be meowing at me."  Ron stared into his
bowl of porridge, praying the ground would swallow him up.  Suddenly he sat
up.  "What did you just say?"
"I said," she replied in her very know-it-all tone, "that I can meow much
better than they can.  Crookshanks and I have been working on it."  Ron shook
his head violently and chanted to himself.  That was wrong on so many levels. 
"What won't you say?" she asked.
"Nothing.  I said nothing, I am going to continue saying nothing.  If you're
smart, you'll stop asking because you really don’t want to know."
"Mrowr," she said with a tone of disappointment.  She was right, she meowed
very well.  And he was very glad for two things at that moment, tables and
baggy robes.
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“Meeyow!”   At that point his wife’s control crumbled and she began to laugh. 
It was a rich, full laugh; one he hadn’t heard from her in a while.  Her
laughter made him smile despite the embarrassment of having that particular
episode come to light.  “Mowr ma meymr mrow,” she said with laugh, and shoved
him off the chaise and onto the floor.
He started to push himself up, but she dropped down onto him.  “Morw,” she
commanded as she shoved him down and bent to nip at his chest.  With her other
hand she rubbed her fuzzy tail across his chest.
Ron groaned and arched into her as her teeth clamped down on his nipple.  She
looked up at him with an evil grin and purred deep in her throat.  He knew he
was in trouble now.  Tonight she was in the mood to be a little aggressive, and
apparently he was too.  He grabbed a fist full of hair and held her to his
chest as he brought his leg up between her open thighs.
She dragged her nails across his chest as she pushed against him and rotated
her hips.
“You are a frisky little minx,” he said as he grabbed her hips and rolled.
“Mawr,” she snapped back. She reached up and grabbed both his nipples as he
settled between her legs.  Her legs came up and he thought she was going to
wrap them around his waist.  Instead, they came up higher and he realized she
was trying to get them under his shoulders.
“Oh, no you don’t.”  He grabbed her wrists and yanked her hands from his
chest.  She scratched at his forearms, but he dropped all of his weight on her
and pinned her hands to the floor.  Her hips pushed up against him as he dug
his toes into the carpet and ground his pelvis against her.   The moan that
escaped her was cut off when she lunged forward and connected her mouth to his
neck.  Her teeth were sharp as she began to suck and bite at the skin of his
neck.   When he moaned she latched on.  Within seconds he realized he was going
to have a massive hickey when she got done.  He didn’t let it bother him though
as he moved her hands so they were one over the other.
She gasped and protested when she realized what he was doing.  She struggled
and writhed, but he bore down harder on her by pinning her arms with his
elbows.  “Keep it up, and I’ll spank you again,” he growled in her ear.  He
couldn’t tell if her moan was protest or encouragement, but he grabbed both
wrists with one hand and levered himself up.  However, she wrapped her legs
around him to keep him from going too far.  With his free hand he reached down
to smack her ass.
While he was precariously perched, she wrenched to the side and toppled him. 
He rolled over and found himself pinned up against the coffee table, his free
arm now trapped between him and the table leg.
“Morw,” she said with snide superiority as she straddled his chest and pushed
his arm to the ground.
“Please,” he said derisively.  He rocked his hips back and rolled forward.  He
didn’t have enough momentum to completely throw her off, but he did have enough
to be able to sit upright, which dumped her into his lap.  “Gotcha,” he said
with a smile as he sunk his hands in her hair and crushed his mouth to hers. 
She struggled against him, her fingers scratching at his chest even as she
humped against him.  Their tongues didn’t tangle and entwine so much as they
wrestled.  They nipped at one another, sucked on each other’s tongues, and
nibbled on the other’s lips.  Ron tangled one hand into her hair, and with the
other he reached between her legs.  He fumbled around a bit looking for the
zipper pull that he knew was there somewhere.  When he found it, he yanked it
down but it didn’t go far enough for him to get full access.  “Lift up,” he
said to her as he reached to free his erection from his boxers.
“Morw,” she snapped and scampered away from his slackened grip.  She tried to
climb up and over the couch, but he grabbed her by the ankle before she could
get away.
“Naughty kitty,” he said as he smacked her ass.  The report of his hand on the
vinyl was loud and she squawked in response.  He pulled himself up behind her. 
She was bent over the back of the couch at the waist, her arse sticking up in
the air.  He grabbed the zipper and finished pulling it open so that she was
intimately exposed to him.  With his free hand, he shucked off his boxers, then
grabbed the base of the tail that was hooked to the costume.
“Rowr, rowr,” she whined as he rubbed his cock against her very wet and over-
heated pussy.  When he slid into her though, she was all sighs and happy moans.
“God, you look fucking hot in that.”  He used her tail as a handle to slam her
back against him.  “Makes me want to fuck you all night long.”  He admired the
way the leather looked as it stretched tight across her hips and shimmered in
the light; he especially liked the way it felt as he smacked her ass again.
She yowled as he continued to stroke hard in and out of her.  She reached back
and her hands flailed, as though trying to scratch him.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he growled back at her.  He managed to get hold of one
hand, then the other.  He pulled them up towards the middle of her back so he
could grab them both with one hand.
“Ow, ow, ow!” she screamed.
He immediately let go.  “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she said draped over the back of the couch and caught her breath.  “My
shoulder was just turned the wrong way.”  She looked back over her shoulder at
him.  “You had the right idea, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Grabbing me and pinning me down so you could have your way with me.”   The
corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk.  “And you said you thought all that
bondage and domination stuff was sick and wrong.”
“What?  We weren’t…”  The realization hit him like a hammer.  That was exactly
what they were doing.  He had been trying to pin her down so she couldn’t
resist him.  He suddenly felt slightly nauseas and his erection began to flag. 
“Fuck.”  He leaned back and sat down on the edge of the coffee table.
Hermione turned and sat down on the couch so that their knees were touching. 
He had to look up into her face, because looking down was distracting him.  The
opening in the leather was lewd and a little too inviting.  He didn’t want to
look her in the eye though, after all he had been trying to… he wasn’t quite
sure what he was trying to do but whatever it was it wasn’t right.  People who
loved and respected each other didn’t treat each other that way.
“Ron, look at me.” 
Despite his reticence, he looked her full in the face.  A light sheen of sweat
beaded her forehead.  Her eyes crinkled slightly as she looked up at him.  He
suddenly realized that her eye color had changed over time.  When she was
younger they had been a bright brown, what people normally referred to as
cinnamon brown.  Now they were more like deep pools of amber.
“What’s bothering you?”
He took a long second to gather his thoughts.  He thought about just saying it
was nothing, and leaning over and kissing her.  Granted, she probably wouldn’t
buy it, but it might be worth a shot.  Then they could get back to screwing and
he could just worry about all this later.  He looked down again, and the idea
appealed to him even more.
“It’s nothing,” he said as he leaned in to kiss her.
“I don’t think so,” she said as she leaned away from him.  “You want me to take
a stab at it?”
“No,” he replied automatically.  He knew that she probably could tell him
exactly what the issue was and why it bothered him and how everything would be
okay.  She would probably be exactly right, as for years that had been exactly
what happened.  He figured it probably went clear back to that argument in
fourth year.  She knew him so well that she knew why he argued better than he
did.  He had grown up though.  He had come to understand himself through her,
and now he just needed to work through it on his own.  Of course that also
meant that he had to tell her.  He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.
“I’ve picked up a couple of those books you brought home for the Pruitt case.  
That shit is just sick.  Why in the hell would anyone want to be tied up, or
called a… called names, or be whipped or any of that stuff?  I mean, I don’t
want to be the kind of guy that treats women that way.  It’s demeaning.  I
couldn’t ever imagine doing that to you.  I have too much respect for you.”
“It didn’t seem to bother you too much a few minutes ago.”
“I, uh,” he flailed his arms about.  “Dammit!”
“It’s okay, sweetie.”  She leaned in and placed a finger over his lips.  “We do
what we’re comfortable with.  We’ve been playing like that for years.   We
wrestle and roll around until you finally dominate me and screw me into
submission.”
“We don’t…”
“Yeah, we do.  We’ve just never thought about it in those terms before.  Would
it make it any different if I said we wrestle and roll around until you pin me
down and I let you screw me silly?  It’s the same thing, just different
semantics.”
“Oh my God,” Ron said, resting his head in his hands.  “What kind of perverts
have we become?”
“Trust me,” Hermione said with a laugh, “compared to the rest of your siblings,
we aren’t perverts by a long shot.”  She took his hands in hers.  “What we’re
doing is not sick or wrong.  It’s what we do, it’s what we like to do.  I like
it when we roll around and wrestle, sometimes you even let me win.  Does that
make you a Sub and me a Dom?  No, we’re just us, playing games and having
fun.”   She took a deep breath and let it out.
“Not everybody who does that kind of stuff is like Pruitt.  Pinning my arms
behind me because I’m squirming around doesn’t make you like him.”  She stopped
and looked at him and he realized she’d just had a revelation.  “Do you
understand the psychology of who’s in charge in a Dom/Sub relationship?”
“I would assume the one holding the whip or tying the other one up.”
“Not really.  Let me ask you this.  Why were you trying to pin my arms behind
me?”
“You were trying to claw me and you were squirming all over the place.”
“Why was I squirming around?  Were you hurting meor making me do something I
didn’t want to do?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Exactly.  You weren’t hurting me, I was enjoying what you were doing to me.  I
was trying to get away so you would chase me.  You were chasing me because I
wanted you to.  I wanted you to chase me so you would catch me.  You caught me
and pinned me to assert your dominance over me, but only because I wanted you
to.” 
“Wait a minute.  You mean to tell me that you wanted me to do that?”
“Yes.  Just like I usually want you to pin me down and make love to me when we
wrestle.  I don’t want that all the time, but on occasion it’s kind of fun.” 
She tilted her head and smiled.  “And no, I’m not turning into some kind of
bondage freak or something.  You ever try and tie me up and I’ll probably hex
your balls off.”
“Well, at least I don’t have to start wondering where the Polyjuice potion is. 
For a minute there I was beginning to wonder if you were someone else.”
“Nope, I’m all me.”  She stood up and ran her hands over her leather clad
body.  “So you really like this?”  He nodded.  “I thought so, because I
definitely remember you saying this made you want to… fuck me all night.”
He goggled up at her.  “What has gotten into you?  That’s at least the third
time I’ve heard you say ‘fuck’ today.”
She smiled an embarrassed little smile and shrugged her shoulders.  “It’s not
like I don’t know what it means.  It’s just kind of a crude word.  Sometimes
though, it is the right word to use.”  She sat down on his lap and draped her
arms over his shoulders.  “Sometimes, there’s just no substitute for a good
fuck.”
“Merlin’s balls, I have completely corrupted you.”
“Probably so, but I forgive you anyway.”  She leaned in and kissed him on the
nose.  “Are you okay, sweetie?”
“Yeah, I guess so.  I just never thought of myself in that way.  I’m not sure I
really like it.”
“Tell me, honestly, has it ever bothered you before when we’ve wrestled and
you’ve just smothered me so that you could win?”
“No,” he said, embarrassed to admit it.
“Did you like it when I got down on my knees in front of you earlier tonight?” 
He nodded.  “Did you enjoy it when I was resisting you a bit and you had to
chase me down?”  Again he nodded, although he was reluctant to do so.  “It’s
okay, we play these games.  We’re not hardcore or anything.  They’re just games
we play, games a lot of people play.  What bothers you about it?”
He thought for a long moment.  “I guess I’m worried about where it stops.  I
mean, when does it stop, and does it stop before one of us does something
stupid?  Think about it, I’m grabbing you and pinning your hands behind you so
you’ll stop trying to get away from me.  What’s to keep me from
misunderstanding what you’re doing or saying and taking it too far?  What if
you really did want me to stop and I just kept going?”
“Do you really think you’d keep going if I said stop?  Think about it, as soon
as I let out a little whimper of pain you came to a dead stop.  You’re not
going to go any farther than I let you go.”
“But if I really get into this domination thing, by definition, won’t I just do
what I damn well want anyway?”  His wife looked at him and raised a single
eyebrow.  “You say that now.  But think about it, a year ago I wouldn’t have
dreamed of spanking you.  What’s to say that a year from now I wouldn’t be…
different?”
“You still weren’t very willing to spank me a week ago, were you?  Ron, I trust
you, that’s why I don’t worry about it.  I don’t think I will ever entrust my
well being to anyone the way I entrust it to you.  If you wanted to tie me up
and spank me, I think I would let you, despite how much that idea terrifies me;
because I know I could trust you to stop when it got to be too much.  I also
trust that you know your own boundaries, and that I know them too.  I have
complete faith that you would never do anything to hurt me.  You probably
wouldn’t hurt me even if I wanted you to.”
“If you wanted me to hurt you, you wouldn’t be the girl I married.”
“Yeah, but the girl you married believed you should only have sex in your bed
with the door closed and the lights off.”
“True,” Ron said with a thoughtful nod.  “Fortunately, the girl I married is
really smart and she learned to have sex in the shower… and on the kitchen
table, and in the laundry room, and on the balcony, and the porch swing,-“
“Okay that’s enough.”
“Not really, we haven’t had sex in the hot tub yet.”
“You’re incorrigible,” she said with a laugh as she stood up.  “Do me a favor,
unzip this thing, will you?”  She lifted up her hair.
“Why would I want to do that?”  He slipped his arms around her and kissed one
of her partially exposed cheeks.
“Because, if you don’t, I’m going to pass out from heat exhaustion; and then
you won’t get the rest of your surprise.”
“You mean it gets better than this?” He ran his hands over her flanks, across
her chest, and under her arms until he reached the zipper in the back.  The
suit creaked slightly as he peeled it off of her, which was rather like peeling
a banana.  Underneath, a sheen of sweat covered her entire body and it made her
glisten in the soft light.  “Very sexy,” he said with a smile as he knelt
before her and pulled her foot out of the leg hole.  “Where did you get it?”
“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later.”  She laughed as she balanced herself
with a hand atop his head.  “Now, I need you to put your clothes on, go
downstairs to the bar, and have a double of Glenlivet 12-year on the rocks, and
then come back up.”
“If you’re trying to get me liquored up so you can take advantage of me, why
don’t we just kill that bottle of champagne over there.”
“Because I’m not trying to get drunk on champagne.  I want you to have a good
scotch and then come back to me.”  He shrugged and reached for his shirt. 
“Before you go, could you be a dear and get me a fresh glass of champagne.  I
never did get to finish my first one.  Somebody decided to get done with his
meeting early and interrupted me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Ron said with a snort as he poured champagne into a clean
glass for her.  He handed it to her and kissed her on the cheek.  “How soon can
I come back?”
“Give me fifteen minutes or so.”
Ron made a point of looking at his watch, looking at his wife, and then looking
at his watch again.  “Fifteen minutes.  Don’t dally, then.”  He pulled his
pants on and stepped into his shoes on his way to the door.  He stopped when
his foot hit the bag he had dropped in the doorway.   Since his own plans had
been shot to hell, he decided he’d at least salvage something from it.  He
reached into his bag, which was still lying in the entry-way where he’d left
it, and retrieved her favorite bottle of body crème.  “I brought you a
surprise,” he said as he tossed it to her.
She fumbled the catch and the long tube hit the floor behind her.  He wondered
if it was intentional that she turned around and bent over at the waist to pick
it up.  If it was, he certainly wasn’t going to complain, if it wasn’t he was
just going to enjoy the view and keep his mouth shut.  She smiled at him as she
turned back around.  “Better make it twenty minutes,” she said and tipped the
bottle in salute.  “Thanks honey,” she called as she disappeared into the
bathroom.
Ron considered just waiting outside the door, but realized that would be the
longest twenty minutes of his life.  The bar here was all modern lines and
contemporary decorating.  He didn’t much like it, but he didn’t have to stay
here long.  The only open seat was next to a middle-aged woman with dark hair
who was staring into a pint of something dark and half-empty.  “Glenlivet,
twelve-year, double, on the rocks,” he said as the bartender placed a napkin on
the bar.  When it was set in front of him, he realized it was his father-in-
law’s drink of choice as well.  He made a very deliberate effort not to
contemplate that as he took a sip.  Then he smiled, his father-in-law had good
taste.  He’d have to remember that next time they were there.
“Drinking alone?” the woman next to him asked.
“Nah, just killing time.  What about you, Janice?”
“Drinking alone.”  She polished off the pint and indicated she wanted another.
“I’m sorry to hear that.  Is Gregory joining you tonight?”
“No, he’s probably banging that little strumpet of a nanny we hired.”
“Oh.”  Ron said for lack of anything else.  He wasn’t sure what you were
supposed to say when someone you barely knew confessed their partner was
cheating on them.  “That sucks.”  It was the best he could come up with.
“It’s not so bad.  At least if he gets it off on her he’ll stop trying to use
it on me.”  She took a long draw on the fresh pint and wiped her mouth.  “Don’t
worry, it’ll happen to you, too.  Thirty, forty years from now you and your
wife will be so sick of each other you’ll do anything just to keep her quiet
and out of your hair.  She’ll ignore the nights you come home late, stinking of
booze and cheap perfume, as long as you just keep your prick away from her.”
Ron gripped his glass a little tighter.  He couldn’t imagine that Hermione
would ever turn a blind eye to him having an affair.  He sure as hell wouldn’t
let his wife sleep with anyone else and not say any- 
“I know you think you’ll never feel that way, and neither will she.  I know I
didn’t.”  She took another swig of her drink and continued to talk.   The rest
of her drunken ramble faded into the background as he continued to sip at his
scotch.  She slapped her hand down on his shoulder and leaned in close to him. 
“Just you wait, you’ll see.  Someday, you’ll realize Janice was right.”
Ron leaned back from the overpowering smell of hops that wafted from her mouth.
 “Maybe so, Janice, maybe so; but if it’s going to be that bad, then maybe I
better enjoy it while I can.  If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go screw my
pretty little wife while we’re still young and in love.”  He threw back the
last of his scotch and stalked away in disgust.
He slipped into an elevator just as it was closing and saw that it was already
going to his floor.  With him were two other people.  One was a hotel employee
with greasy hair and sleazy smile that made him want to just knock it in.  He
was pretty sure the other was a prostitute, because no respectable woman wore a
skirt that short with heels that tall.  He tried not to stare, but he kept
glancing at her.  He couldn’t tell how old she was through the layers of
pancake makeup; she looked jaded though, and he wondered idly how she had ended
up where she was now. 
“What do you want?” she asked in a cockney accent so thick that he could barely
understand it.   “You want what I got?”  She leaned forward and pursed her
overly painted lips.  “Ten pounds gets you the best blow you’ll ever get.” 
Much to Ron’s surprise, the hotel employee grabbed her roughly by the arm and
slammed her against the wall.  He didn’t hear what the man whispered in her
ear, but he didn’t need to; the whore turned and spit in his face.  The man
wiped it away, then back handed the woman.
“I’m very sorry-” The man’s voice was cut off in a crunch of breaking cartilage
and exploding blood as Ron’s fist broke his nose.  It was a very satisfying
feeling and he felt his frustration and confusion drain away.
“You don’t hit women,” Ron growled as the man sank to the floor.  The elevator
dinged, and the door opened.   “Are,” he started to say to the woman, but
stopped.  She arched an eyebrow, and he thought she was about to laugh.  “Are
you okay?”
She chuckled in a sardonic tone.  “I’m a big girl.  It was only one little
slap.”  She knelt down next to the man on the floor and lifted a card key from
his breast pocket.  From his pants she removed a small wad of folded bills. 
She stood up and looked Ron up and down.  “Tell you what, let’s slip off to a
room and I’ll give you whatever you want.  ‘I rock your world’ as the Russian
girls say.  No charge.”
Ron held up his left hand and wiggled his ring.  “I, I should be going.”
“Not so much as a blowjob, huh?”
“My ah, I don’t think my wife would be very understanding if I was late for our
date because I was getting a blowjob from… somebody else.”
“You mean from a hooker.”  She laughed at him.  “Well, you better run along to
your little wifey then before you get in trouble.”  Ron stiffened at the way
she dismissed him, but headed back to his room.  He rubbed his knuckles as he
walked, and realized that there was blood on them.
The entryway was dark when he entered, but flickering shadows told him that
candles were lit somewhere.  He kicked off his shoes and walked through the
bedroom and into the in-suite bath.  Washing the blood off his knuckles took a
bit since he had also split the skin one of them as well.
“What’s taking so long?” Hermione asked from behind him.  He glanced up into
the mirror to see her walking toward him.  “I was beginning to think you’d…
what happened?”  She grabbed his wrist and began to examine his hand, which was
now clean as the last of the blood ran down the drain.
“I punched some guy in the elevator.”  He tried to play it off like it was no
big deal, but he knew she was going to over react.
“Punched some guy!  Ron, what were you thinking, that’s assault!”
“I don’t think he’s going to say anything, at least not if he wants to keep his
job.”
“I think you better tell me what happened.”
“I ran into Janice down in the bar.  That was pleasant.  She was pretty deep in
her drink and running down on marriage and men.  Apparently her husband is
riding the hobby-horse with the nanny and she’s going through ‘the change’. 
After about ten minutes of that, I hope I never have to talk to her again.  So
then, I’m coming back up and I get in an elevator with a hotel employee and a
ah, um, a uh lady of the evening.”  He hated it when he blushed, especially
when he could see it like he could now in the mirror.  “So anyway, the hotel
employee hauls off and backhands her; so I punched him for it.”  Ron smiled
now.  “Broke his nose, knocked him out cold with one punch.”
“Ronald Weasley, that is not something to be proud of.”  She smacked his hand. 
“Why did he hit the woman?”
“She um, that is, well, I didn’t start it!”
“What?”
“She, well, she offered to, to go down on me for ten pounds.”
“And you said?”
“I would have said no, but I didn’t have to say anything because he grabbed her
and she spit in his face and he slapped her and then I punched him.  End of
story.”  He was pretty sure this wasn’t the end of the story by the way her
eyes were squinted.
“What did he look like?”
It took him a second to understand what she had asked, since it was not what he
was expecting.  “Look like?  Um, short, dark greasy hair, sleazy looking
character.”  Suddenly, Hermione wrapped her arms around his arm and kissed his
hand several times.
“You’re right, he completely deserved it.”  Before he could respond, she turned
him to face her and tore all the buttons off his shirt rather than taking it
off the normal way.  While it was still hanging off his arms, she opened his
pants and shoved them to the floor.  “Take me to bed my knight.”   She kissed
him as she draped her arms around his neck.  “Ravage me you defender of women’s
honor.”  She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.  “I give myself
to you, oh vanquisher of scum.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked with a wry laugh.
“I’ll tell you in the morning.  Right now I just want you to take me.”  All
thoughts of disagreement went out of his head as she pulled him into a deep
kiss.  He kicked off his pants and carried her into the bedroom.  When he
dropped her onto the bed, something bounced up but he paid it no mind.  She
finished peeling him out of his shirt and he began to kiss around her neck and
chest.  He rose up and she slithered up toward the headboard, he kissed his way
down her body as she went.
Something cool and soft settled against his hand and he was surprised when he
looked to see what it was.  “Went through my bag while I was gone, I see.”  He
held up the small tube of personal lubricant.
“No, well, yes, I did go through your bag but that didn’t come out of your
bag.”  She ducked her head.  “It came out of mine.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” she said a bit nervously.  Ron smiled like Christmas had come early. 
“You have to be gentle with me though, and if I tell you stop you have to
stop.”
“Of course.”  He dipped his head and kissed her belly button.
“Can we have another glass of champagne before we do this?”
“Should I just bring the bottle?” he asked as he levered himself up.
“Bring glasses, you barbarian.”
When he returned to the room she was lying on her stomach, her hips slightly
elevated from the pillow that was under her.  Next to her was a bottle of
lotion and the lubricant.  Ron stretched out next to her and they shared the
last glass of champagne, though he let her have the lion’s share of it.  When
they were done, he picked up the bottle of lotion and started with her feet. 
She moaned pleasantly as he rubbed her insoles.  The pads of the feet rippled
and popped as he pressed his thumbs in them.  She sighed as he massaged the
thick cream deep into her heels, making a point to work the small calluses on
the sides.
He dipped into the crème again before grasping her calves.  They were smooth
and tight, the muscles firm from the walking she enjoyed so much.  He was
careful not to grip the backs of her knees as he rubbed over them.  She was
extremely ticklish there and he wanted her to be relaxed.  She almost melted
into the mattress as he began to knead her thighs.  The skin there was soft,
supple, and used to receiving lotion so it did not immediately absorb it all. 
She tensed when his thumbs stroked from her inner thighs to the cleft of her
arse; however, she relaxed again when he moved on.
He loved the feeling of her ass in his large hands.  It was firm, but the skin
was soft to the touch.  It moved well under his hands and received his
offerings willingly.  He dipped his head as he squeezed her cheeks.  She
squeaked and jumped a bit as his tongue swirled over the puckered opening. 
“Shh,” he said as he continued to lavish attention on her.  When he kissed her
labia it opened to him eagerly and beckoned him to kiss and love her.  Within
moments she had abandoned her fear and given herself over to his
ministrations. 
She squealed when he placed a cold dollop of the lubricant against her warm wet
skin.  “You know, they have a spell that creates a warm lubricant,” she said as
she looked back at him.
“I know,” he replied, “but tell me, would you rather I pointed a wand at you
and muttered an incantation or did this?”  His finger slid over her sphincter
as his thumb slid over her labia and rubbed her clitoris.
Her intake of breath hissed loudly in response.  “Point,” she moaned as she
pushed back against his hand.  He slipped his finger inside her tight opening
and generously coated the area.  He wanted this to be as smooth as possible for
her, not just for her sake but for his also; he wanted to be able to do this
again.  He rose to his knees and spread a layer of the gel over his engorged
cock.  He liked the way it felt as it warmed, and told himself to remember that
for the next rare occasion when the only relief he could find was his right
hand.  The excess that remained on his hand he wiped on a corner of the pillow
she was laying on, knowing that one way or another it was going to be his. 
He shifted his body so that he was straddling her thighs and pushing them
together.  She looked over her shoulder and gave him a questioning look.  “It
will give me better control and I won’t go as deep the first time,” he said as
he reached for the bottle of lotion again.
“You’ve been reading the same book I have,” she accused.
“I think I know all of your most intimate hiding places,” he said with a smile
as he leaned forward and gripped her shoulder blades.  As he did, the head of
his cock lay neatly against her ass.  With a minor adjustment he pushed past
her cheeks until he was nestled in her crevice.  “Am I in the right place,” he
asked quietly.
“Down just a bit.”  He could hear the nervousness in her voice but she lifted
up just a bit as he adjusted himself.  “There,” she said as he felt the head of
his prick rub against crinkled bit of skin around her sphincter.  He felt her
tense slightly.
“It’s okay,” he said in a quiet voice.  “Just relax; I’m not going to rush.” 
He placed both hands on her shoulders again and began to push against them,
massaging the muscles and forcing the lotion to penetrate her soft skin.  Just
as he knew she would, her shoulders sank down and her hips came up.  He pressed
forward just a bit and felt the warmth of her as she opened for him and
resisted him at the same time.  He rocked his hips a bit and she began to
accept the intruder fractions of an inch at a time.
“Oh, God,” she called out from beneath him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she choked out, “it’s just really big.”
“I’ll take it slow.”  He rocked his hips a bit more and he felt her convulsing
around him.  The feeling was glorious and he couldn’t wait to get inside her
and really feel her squeeze him.  He arched his back and pushed his hips
forward just enough to force the head of his cock in.
She squealed beneath him.  “Fuck,” she spat.  “I thought you said you were
going to go slow, not shove the whole thing into me at once.” 
He dropped his chest down low to her and kissed her ear.  “I am going slow,” he
whispered between kisses.  “I’m just barely in.  Do you want me to stop?”
“Bloody hell,” she breathed.  “No, it’s okay,” she panted between short,
shallow gasps of air.  “Just takes some getting used to.  How far in are you?”
“Just the head,” he replied, almost apologetic, except for the amazing feeling
of her squeezing him so tight.  It felt like she was on fire it was so warm. 
“Are you ready?” he asked as he kissed her again.  She nodded, but said
nothing.   He could feel the channel opening as he rocked a bit and pushed a
little farther forward with each stroke.  She was squeezing him so hard that he
felt the skin move over the muscle like she was masturbating him as he moved in
and out. 
“No more,” she whimpered when he was about half-way in.
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“No,” she said between deep breaths.  “Just don’t go any farther.”
“How about this?” he asked, as he began to move his hips back and forth.  He
didn’t push any farther in, but just stroked enough to give friction and
feeling.  Her sphincter flexed around him in a constant spasm of grip and
release as he slid in and out.  Ron was in heaven at the rapturous pleasure he
was deriving.  “Okay?”
“Oh, yes,” she panted, “That’s good, right there.”  Her hands clenched tightly
at the sheets as her hips began to move ever so slightly.  “Are you close?” she
asked within just a couple of minutes.
“Uh huh,” he replied.  He was actually surprised at how quickly he was reaching
his breaking point.  Normally he could go forever, well not forever, but for a
while at least.  Now though, he was so close he wasn’t sure that even
multiplication tables could save him.
“Oh, God, please,” she called out, “cum for me, Ron, cum for… ahhh!”
Her wish was his command.  He closed his eyes and let the tension surge through
his entire body as he arched into her.  She cried out the most erotic sounds he
could imagine as he felt his cum travel through his cock and into her.  With
every spurt she cried out, each one quieter than the last as he also decreased
in strength and volume.  He clenched all the muscles in his lower abdomen
trying to squeeze one more spurt just so he could hear that sound again. 
Finally spent, he dropped his body low to hers and kissed her as he reluctantly
slid out of her.
“Liked that, did you?” she asked as he flopped down on the bed next to her.
“Oh yeah.  Fucking amazing.”  He turned and looked at her.  “You are seriously
the most fucking sexy woman on the planet.  God, I love you.”
“You love me or you love my arse?”
“I love you.  Your arse is just a great fringe benefit.”  He flinched as she
reached out and playfully slapped at him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“Did you?”
“Yeah,” she replied with a grimace.  Ron was disappointed, that meant this was
going to be an exceedingly rare treat.  “Angelina said it gets easier with
practice.”  Ron sat up a bit and looked at her, hope dawning anew.  “Don’t get
any bright ideas,” she gave him a wry smirk, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to
doing that again.”
“Really.”   His voice betrayed that he doubted what she was saying, but was
willing to hear her out.
“I felt every twitch, every spasm of your cock, every time it moved.  It was…
intense.  When you came inside me, I thought I was catching fire.  I could
actually feel it flowing down the vein before it came out.  I’ve never felt
anything like that before.”  Now she smiled and blushed a bit.  “I’d kind of
like to feel that again.”
“I’m always happy to oblige,” he replied with a smile that almost split his
face in half.
“Good, you can oblige me by walking me to the loo.  I seem to have very little
control of my legs just now.  And after that, you can wash up and tuck me into
bed because this little girl is done for the night.”  Ron was, indeed, only too
happy to oblige. 
A little while later, he lay awake and watched her sleep.  She still had the
headband with fuzzy cat ears on.  He chuckled to himself as he gently removed
them.  His fantasies had grown and matured, they were far more complex now than
they were when he first started dreaming about her; but one thing hadn’t
changed, he still dreamed of her and she still made them all come true.
 
***** Chapter 11-Let *****
Hermione arrived with Ron, Ginny, and Harry in the sunroom of the family
cottage at Anglesey.  Cottage was probably a bit of a misnomer, holiday home
was probably a better term but even that failed to express the size and comfort
of the home.  It was an extensively remodeled, two-story, 12-bedroom Georgian
built on a secluded five-acre plot surrounded by trees.  Despite their
remoteness, they had electricity connected to the house and it was a wonder of
Muggle and Wizarding technology and style, as the thumping stereo in the living
areas attested.
Still in a party mood from the events in Diagon Alley, Hermione raised her arms
above her head and began to move her hips in time to the beat.  Ron wasted no
time moving in behind her and grinding with her.  Hermione hiked up her skirt
and began to grind the bare globes of her ass against his leather pants.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” Ron growled reaching around her and inside her open jacket to
fondle her leather-clad breasts.
A few feet away Harry and Ginny were madly kissing each other.  Harry’s hands
were tangled in Ginny’s long curling hair while she frantically loosened his
tie and tried to undo the small buttons on his white button down.  His hat had
fallen to the floor and trench coat hung by one arm until he disentangled his
hand and shook it to the floor.
“You kids seem to have gotten the right idea,” Angelina said from the doorway. 
The four stopped and looked sheepishly at her.  She was still in her Vegas
showgirl outfit.  Her coffee-with-cream dark skin stood in sharp contrast to
the white fabric and sequins that barely covered her essentials, the tall
feathery head-dress brushed the ceiling as she walked toward them.  Hermione
couldn’t imagine how she was walking in the obscenely tall sequined stilettos
she was wearing, but had to admit that it did do interesting things to the way
she walked.  “Don’t stop on my account,” she purred as she offered around a
tray of champagne glasses.  “Why don’t you guys bring it on in to the den
though, the others will be arriving shortly.”
Hermione tugged her skirt back into place and helped Ginny stuff her tits back
into her sequined evening gown, which was of course the perfect opportunity for
a quick grope.  Ginny moaned softly then yelped as Hermione tweaked a nipple. 
Both the boys watched with amused looks.  Angelina asked if she could play too
and gave Ginny’s left boob a healthy squeeze.  “I thought we were supposed to
be moving to the other room,” Ginny said, “not standing here groping my tits.” 
With a laugh Angelina led them to the den.
In the den, the lighting had been turned down low and the couches had been
pushed back against the walls to create a large dance floor in the middle.  On
the dance floor a woman in a red “bathing suit” with a white collar and black
bow-tie was gyrating in slow time with the music against a man in a tuxedo.  In
turn he was also being groped by a short slip of woman with long white-blond
hair in a toga.  A man in Roman legionnaire’s’ armor, sans cod-piece, moved
from behind the toga-clad woman to the other.  In the process, he managed to
grope all three others in the dance.
“Oh, my,” Ginny said in a quiet voice.  “I know this is so wrong, but Bill
looks really good with his dick hanging out like that.”
“Uh-huh,” Hermione agreed, “on both accounts.”
“That’s just wrong,” Ron interjected.  “He’s your brother, Gin.”
“Yeah, but I’ve never seen his dick before.  I’m just saying.”
“You’ve never seen mine.”
“That’s what you think.”  She reached over and closed his mouth.  “Maybe I’ll
tell you about it later.”  Ginny grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him out on the
dance floor.  “Help me get close to Fleur, I want to see if I can get her head
lost in my cleavage.”
“Be nice, sweetie,” Harry chided her.  “I’ll admit I would pay good money to
see her face between your legs though.”  
“Don’t bank on it.”  She pulled him close and writhed against him as she
tongued his ear and whispered, “Stay close to me if you can, I don’t have a lot
of options tonight.  You and Lee are the only guys I’m not related to.”
“I’ll stay with you all night if you want.”  He pulled her dress up to her hip
exposing the long creamy legs beneath.  His hand slipped around and squeezed
her ass.  “When did you lose your underwear?”
“Hermione has them in her jacket pocket,” she said with a devilish grin as she
turned around so that Harry’s hand rested on her clean-shaven crotch.  The move
briefly exposed her to all present, then the dress fell back down over Harry’s
arm hiding the movement of his hand against her.  His hand slid down between
her legs, a finger slipping inside her.  “Oh yes,” she moaned, leaning back
against him and pulling his mouth against her neck.
“I just love beeg breasts like these.”  The voice accompanied a tug on the
front of her dress and her breasts sprang free.  She felt a small, cold hand
began to wander over one breast as a tongue began lavishing attention on her
other.  Ginny couldn’t help herself as she reached out and pulled Fleur tight
against her chest.  Harry’s contact with her hypersensitive clit made her grind
against her future sister-in-law.
“Oh, yes, rub my clit.”  Ginny couldn’t believe she was rising so quickly to
Harry’s ministrations, but then she’d been pretty horny all day thinking about
the possibilities of tonight.
“Harree, mind eef I ‘elp?” Fleur asked.
Ginny didn’t even have time to protest that she didn’t want Fleur touching her
pussy when the girl pinched her clit between two ice-cold fingers.  With a few
gentle squeezes and a bite to Ginny’s nipple, Fleur had Ginny cumming in a
panting, silent-scream orgasm.  Ginny opened her eyes to see Fleur licking her
cunt-juice from Harry’s fingers.  “How, how did you do that so quickly?”
“Veela magic haz eetz usez,” she said with a smile.
*
Ron cocked his head forward and squinted.  “Isn’t that Lavender over there
grinding on my brothers?”
“Let’s go find out,” Hermione replied, striding across the floor towards the
threesome that was practically fucking standing up.  Hermione was in something
of a trance as she watched Bill’s hardening dick slide up and down the lycra-
covered ass of the woman she was now almost positive was her hair-dresser and
friend.  “Lavender?”
The blonde broke her kiss with Charlie and used her ass to push Bill back a
little bit.  She turned to the couple and her face split into a wide smile. 
“Hermione!”  She pounced on the girl and gave her a hug and quick kiss full on
the mouth.   “Ron!”  She jumped up into his arms and wrapped her legs around
his waist.  “May I?” she asked Hermione, who nodded her assent.  Lavender
turned her full attention back to Ron and pressed her lips to his.  Ron opened
his mouth and sucked her tongue in, playfully pushing his own against her.  His
dick really started to wake up when she started rotating her hips against him. 
Ron was only vaguely aware of Hermione greeting his brothers, he hoped not
quite as enthusiastically.  He broke the kiss with Lavender.
“Good to see you too, Lav.”  He returned her hug and set her on her own two
feet.  “So, what are you supposed to be?”  He waved his hand at the outfit she
was wearing and noticed the shirt cuffs with cuff links.
She shrugged her shoulders, which made her large breasts do some very nice
things, “It’s an American thing.  A comic book character named Vampirella.  It
was your brother’s idea.”
“It was a good idea, you look amazing.”
“She does, doesn’t she.”  Charlie said.  He fisted his hand in her hair and
nipped at her neck, making her shiver.  “I couldn’t get her to dye her black
though for the full effect.”
Ron crinkled up his nose.  “Lavender with black hair?”  He shook his head. 
“No, blonde like this is much better.”
“See, Charlie, I told you.  Besides,” she said with a toss of her head, “I
stand out since I’m the only one with real blonde hair.”  She pulled aside the
crotch of her outfit and exposed a tuft of blonde pubic hair.  “And it’s all
natural.  You don’t mess with that.”
“Amen,” Ron said.
“Wow,” Bill said in an awed voice.  All three looked up to see Bill and
Hermione staring back across the room.  They turned to follow their gaze and
saw Fleur sucking intently on one of Ginny’s nipples and sliding her hand under
her dress.  Ron and Charlie both quickly turned away.
“So did not need to see that,” Bill said as he turned his attention to
Hermione.
“Yeah,” Ron agreed.  “That’s going to be really weird having Ginny here
prancing around half-naked.”  
“Tell me boys,” Lavender said, pulling aside the vertical straps of her suit
and exposing her breasts and hard pink nipples, “think these can distract
you.”  Charlie and Ron each took one in his mouth and began licking and sucking
her nipples while running their hands over the rest of her smooth, curvaceous
body.  “Oh yes, I like that.”
Ron glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Bill and Hermione still
watching across the room as they casually kissed and groped one another.  The
feeling of Lavender’s fingers in his hair pulling his head tight to her chest
quickly brought him back to what he was doing; only to be interrupted by the
sounds of raucous laughter and cheering.  Ron pulled himself away from
Lavender’s tit to see what was going on.
“Woohoo, that’s what we like to see,” Fred called out he entered the room,
dropping clothes as he walked.  “Everybody seems to be having a good time and
getting to know each other.”  Ron was pleased to see that Fred’s dick was a
fair amount smaller than his own.  Fred was surrounded by George, Lee Jordan,
and their respective wives: Angelina, Alicia, and Katie- most of whom were in
various states of undress and getting more naked as the seconds passed.
Angelina was the first to strip to nothing except her sequined heels.  She
shimmied her shoulders and wiggled her hips as though finally freed from some
confinement.  This drew applause and whistles from the gathered men, as well as
some of the women.  Ron moved over next to his wife and slipped an arm around
her.  “Nervous?”
“A bit,” she replied.  “I’m not as pretty or sexy as the others.”
“Yes you are,” he whispered as he kissed her ear, “more than.  Who do you want
to go with first?”
“You and Harry.  I’m comfortable with that, or maybe you and Lavender.  What
about you?”
“You and Lavender would be good, or maybe you and Angelina.”
“Not Fleur?”
“You don’t want me to sleep with her, do you; despite what you’ve said.”
“It’s okay.  I’m just nervous and it’s making me possessive of you.”
“Are you having second thoughts?”  He noticed his wife’s glance at Bill’s
crotch, but said nothing.
“No, it’s just nerves.  I’ve never been with anyone other than you.”
“Not counting Harry and Lavender.”
“You were still there.”
Angelina pranced to the middle of the room and called for everyone’s attention-
as though she didn’t already have it.
Ron kissed his wife again.  “Everything will be fine; I’ll be here all night
for you if you want.  I love you.”  He squeezed her hand as he turned his
attention to Angelina.  He tried not to think about how he might stack up
against his brothers- all of whom were older and probably had more experience
than he.  He saw he was about in the middle size-wise.  Fred and George were
both smaller. Bill’s looked longer but about as thick.  Harry he already knew
about, but Lee’s was a fucking monster.  It was as thick as Harry’s and
probably as long as Bill’s.  He hoped Hermione didn’t sleep with Lee; he’d
never measure up again.
“All right everybody,” Angelina said.  “I’ve noticed a few of you still have
clothes on, time to get naked.  If you get a little help, please don’t take too
long or we’ll send you off to a room and you’ll miss the real fun.”
Ron obligingly helped Hermione out of her Leather skirt and jacket.  When her
jacket hit the floor he noticed two pairs of panties in it, only one of which
he recognized.  By the time Hermione and Alicia had stripped him of his leather
pants and vest, his dick was standing up in all its glory.
“Just like I imagined it,” Alicia commented as she sucked it into her mouth and
then let it go.  Ron pretended not to see the flash of jealousy in Hermione’s
eyes that evaporated when Bill reached around her and told her what a great ass
and a nice body she had.
“That’s better,” Angelina said, turning down the music.  “Now, some of us know
each other very well, others have a guess or two.  We’re going to get to know
each other better now.”  Somebody commented that Truth or Dare was no fun if
you were already naked.  “No, Truth or Dare takes too long and quite frankly
I’ve been dying to get laid all day.”  There was no shortage of offers.  “We’re
all going to get to know somebody we don’t know yet.  Lee, come here.”
“Angie, you know it takes more than that to make me cum.”
Angie turned her ass to him and shook it.  “That’s all you get for now.”  She
waited till Lee walked up behind her and smacked her ass.  She unrolled a
blind-fold she had been carrying and put it on him.  “Okay, girls spread out on
this side in a half-circle, boys on this side.”  While they rearranged
themselves, Angelina began turning Lee in a circle to make sure he was good and
disoriented.  “The rules are simple.  Without peeking, and touching only from
the neck down, you have to identify somebody.  If you’re right, you keep going
until you’re wrong or you’ve identified all the members of the sex you’re
trying to identify.  If you get them all right, you get to pick your partner. 
If you’re wrong, that’s your first partner and the blindfold goes to who you
thought it was.  Ginny is the only one who has an option to pass, and she can
pick any single or couple she wants on her turn.”
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, worried that his sister might get stuck with one
of her brothers.  The tension level of the room rose slightly as Fred stepped
up behind Lee and Angelina joined the line of girls.  The music started
thumping again, a solid beat that was fast enough to make it good for either
dancing or fucking.  A couple of the girls started dancing where they stood. 
Without any warning, Fred gave Lee a shove.  He stumbled a few steps and
crashed into Angelina.  He wrapped his arms around her and began kissing across
her shoulder and down to her tits.  She wrapped one leg around behind his and
began to move up and down against him.  She seemed to purr as her pussy pushed
against the base of his dick.  Lee sucked in a mouthful of tit and gave her
arse a good squeeze before turning his face up to her and saying, “Hello,
Angelina.”
“So I am,” she replied and disentangled herself from him.  She gave him another
shove and he stumbled over and bumped into Lavender.
This time he slid around behind her and began to grope her in a reach-around.  
Ron could tell by the way that Lee was moving that his cock sliding up and down
the crack of her ass.  She let out a soft ‘mmmm’ and pushed back against him. 
Ron was getting really turned on seeing Lee’s black hands moving across
Lavender’s creamy white skin.  The way her large nipples stuck out between his
thick fingers as his hands lifted and squeezed her tits together to form a deep
canyon of cleavage.  Lee’s hands slid down over her full hips and around to run
through her thick bush of blonde hair.  His finger slid into her with no
resistance then came back out and dragged along her clit.  She let out a louder
moan this time and pushed his hand hard against herself.  It was damn near
enough to make Ron want to reach down and stroke his dick.  
“Would this be sweet little Ginny?” Lee asked.
“Lavender,” she replied as she leaned back and pulled him into a wet, tongue
filled, over the shoulder kiss.
“I’ll take that,” Lee replied after they stopped kissing.  He pulled off the
blind-fold and tossed it to Ginny before leading Lavender over to a couch so
that they could watch the rest of the festivities while they continued to kiss
and fondle each other.
To Ron’s surprise, Ginny asked Hermione to help her put the blindfold on
instead of passing it.  Hermione did, then spun her around a couple of times
and pushed her in the direction of Harry.  Ginny stumbled on her way though and
fell into Ron.  He was about to say something when Bill clamped a hand over his
mouth and ‘shushed’ him.  Ginny ran her hands up over his chest and shoulders. 
“Not Harry,” she said, “too tall.”  Her hands ran down over his arms, “Not
Charlie.”  Her hands came back up and slid down his flanks to his hips and on
to his upper thighs as she dropped to her knees.  “Not Bill.”  
Ron was wishing she would hurry up and finish.  Her hands were warm and soft as
they moved over his body, and he found it disturbing that his body was
responding in a positive way.  Her hands slid up to his crotch and she smiled
as she “saw” how hard he was.  She wrapped one hand around the base of his
cock, then the other just above that.  The ring at the base of the head was
between her index and middle fingers, the head peeking just beyond her hand. 
She ran her thumb across the tip of his dick and smeared a bit of pre-cum over
it.  She stood up and leaned against him.  He was acutely aware of her hard
nipples and large breasts pressing in to his chest.  His dick jumped and pushed
against her soft stomach.  He prayed to any god she wouldn’t start rubbing
against him.  He didn’t think he could take the embarrassment of cumming on his
sister.  What kind of sick fuck would his wife think he was?
“Sorry, Ron,” she whispered in his ear.  “Hermione said she was going to try
and get me to Harry.”
“It’s okay,” Ron whispered hoarsely.
“I’ll try to pretend you didn’t like that,” she whispered back.  Ron could
imagine the wicked smile on her lips.  “Be a dear and give me a shove towards
Katie.”  She turned around and said, “Poor Ronniekins, I think I embarrassed
him.”  There was some laughter, some nervous, some not; Ron shoved his sister
towards Katie, only too happy to get her warm, soft hands and long delicate
fingers away from his body.
He tried not to watch as Ginny fell into Katie’s arms and began to grope and
fondle her.  He watched Harry instead, who was watching with rapt attention. 
Ron noticed that Harry’s dick was filling and stiffening rapidly as he watched
his wife and Katie.  Ginny dropped to her knees and ran her hands around behind
the girl, pulling her pussy to her mouth and giving it a quick taste.  Katie
seemed unable to stop herself as she reached down and pulled Ginny’s head tight
against her.  Ginny’s hands slid up and cupped Katie’s breasts, which were
about the same size as Alicia’s, and a little larger than his wife’s.  Ginny
leaned back and asked uncertainly, “Alicia?”  Ron was pretty sure she was
lying, she’d gotten just who she wanted.  He thought about it, but decided he
wouldn’t lie when his turn came.  He wanted to sleep with all of them anyway so
he’d take whomever he got.
“Sorry sweetie,” Katie said, pulling off the blind-fold.  “Guess you’ll have to
come with me.”
“I think I’d like that,” Ginny replied, and put a kiss right at the top of
Katie’s shaved slit.  “Mind if we drag Harry along with us?”  Ron thought
Katie’s smile looked like Christmas morning.
“I think I’d like that,” Katie replied, holding out a hand to Harry after
helping Ginny to her feet.  Ginny tied the blindfold on Alicia, spun her around
and set her loose.
Alicia ran into Bill, and after taking a moment to regain her balance she began
licking his nipple and stroking his cock.  “Mmm… could be a couple of you,” she
said.  She dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouth around Bill’s cock. 
After a couple of long strokes on it, she slid the whole thing into her mouth,
nestling her small nose in Bill’s pubic hair.  Ron almost choked on his own
tongue.  Hermione had never been able to get his whole dick in her mouth, and
Bill was longer than he was.  He hoped there was a trick to that and that it
could be taught.  He really wanted Hermione to learn that; or maybe just make
sure that he got Alicia to give him a good blow this weekend.  Self-
consciously, he looked over at his wife, who was standing in wide-eyed
amazement, with her mouth slightly opened.  She looked up and saw him looking
at her.  Her cheeks flushed and she gave him a look as though to say ‘how did
she do that?’  Angelina leaned over and whispered something in her ear, causing
Hermione to blush even harder, but she smiled at Ron.  He smiled back at her
and went back to watching Alicia suck his older brother’s dick.  It glistened
as she pulled off of it.
“You have a very nice cock, Bill,” she said without shame as she stood up.  
“You give great head,” Bill replied and helped her stand up.  With a kiss, he
gave her a light push toward the other end of the circle where the twins were. 
She stopped when George took her hand.  She immediately dropped to her knees
and sucked all of his cock in to her mouth in one swallow.  She moved up and
down its full length, occasionally dragging her teeth gently along it.  After
about a minute she released it.  “I’d better get this one right since it
belongs to my husband.”  Everybody laughed and she stood up and French-kissed
him for another minute, the two of them groping each other with abandon.  Ron
felt himself blush watching the two.  He’d never expected himself to take such
voyeuristic pleasure.  He didn’t particularly enjoy watching porn, but this was
something else entirely.  With a flourish, George swung her around, right into
Ron.
Without preamble she dropped right to her knees and began licking his head like
a lollipop.  She then put just the head inside her lips and began moving around
on it like she was making out with it.  He could feel her tongue flicking
across the very tip.  Ron was torn between closing his eyes and just enjoying
this and looking over to see what his wife’s reaction was.  Just as he was
about to look at Hermione, Alicia began gently squeezing his balls and sliding
more of his prick into her mouth.  His head rolled back and a deep moan escaped
his throat as she slid all the way down his shaft.  He had never experienced
the feeling of lips on the base of his cock, but he loved it.  The muscles of
her throat were stroking the head and collar of his dick while her tongue moved
along the vein under it.  He could feel the insides of her cheeks against him
as she sucked hard on it, then began sliding it back out of her mouth.  Just as
Ron thought he was going to get back in control of his body, she did it again. 
The long moan that escaped him was louder than anything else in the room.  His
entire focus was reduced to the cock that had Alicia’s mouth wrapped around
it.  He felt Bill’s hand on his back and realized he was leaning back; he stood
up straight again.  
Alicia grabbed his hands and pulled it into her short brown and bottle-blonde
hair.  Instinctively he wound his fingers into it and started fucking her mouth
in long strokes.  He pulled out after a minute or so; he didn’t want to be the
first one to cum in front of everyone else.
“Oh, Little Brother, I do love your cock,” Alicia said in an almost dreamy
state.  Little Brother was the nickname his older sisters-in-law used for him
rather than some of the names his brothers used.  He didn’t mind, because they
always said it rather affectionately.  Ron looked up at a gasp from his wife,
who now had an unpleasant scowl on her face.  Ron was sure life was about to go
to hell in a hand-basket when Angelina put her arms around her and began to
whisper something to her very quickly.  Hermione calmed down after a minute or
so, but she still didn’t look terribly happy.  Ron hoped she got picked soon,
and that she got what she wanted, because he really didn’t want her to change
her mind now.  He pulled Alicia to her feet and gave her a quick kiss.
“That was a-fucking-mazing,” he said quietly to her.
“I thought I was going to lose you there for a minute.  You almost fell over
when I swallowed your cock.”
“I’ve never had that done before; it was a bit of a surprise.”
“Oh,” Alicia said while kissing his neck, “Hermione and I will have to spend
some time with you this weekend so I can teach her how then.”
“You can do that?”  
“It’s not hard, once you know how.  Now, spin me around and get me on my way.” 
Ron gave her two quick spins like they were dancing, then swung her over to
Charlie.  She was a little unsteady on her feet, but Charlie got her on her
knees in front of him.  Ron noted Charlie’s was a little shorter than his, but
he wasted no time pushing it into her mouth.  He grabbed her by the hair on top
of her head and started stroking in and out of her mouth in long, hard
strokes.  It didn’t take long until she pushed away from him and stood up.  She
reached around and patted his ass, rather hard Ron thought.  “Nice and firm,
Charlie.”  She took a second to regain her balance, then looked over in
Hermione’s direction. “Don’t worry Freddy, you get your cock sucked too.”  Ron
swallowed a snort of laughter.  She raised a corner of the blindfold and
sauntered over to Fred.  She kissed her way down his chest and then coated his
dick with her tongue.  Finally, she sucked his balls into her mouth, eliciting
a very loud moan from him.  After a short minute she stood up and placed the
blindfold in his hand.  “You take this.”  She reached over and wrapped a hand
around Ron’s dick, “I’m taking this.”  She pulled Ron away from the circle and
over to a couch.
“We’re not gonna start here… in front of everybody, are we?”  Ron asked as she
motioned for him to sit down.
“I wasn’t planning to, but we can if you want.”
“No, no.  I’d rather start somewhere more private.”
“That’s fine.”  She sat down on his lap, pulling his hard cock up between her
legs so that it peeked out above her thighs and nestled against her slit.  “I
like private, too.”  She lay back against his chest and Ron wrapped his arms
around her middle, a bit nervous as to how forward he should be with her. 
“It’s okay,” she whispered while tonguing his ear, “you can play with them.” 
She pulled his hands up so that they were cupping her breasts.  He squeezed
them gently, and ran his thumbs over her nipples.  He kissed her shoulder and
neck and tried to see what was going on.  
Fred was on his knees in front of Hermione, her leg thrown over his shoulder as
he nuzzled her thick bush.  She was clinging to him, her hands fisted in his
hair, vainly trying to keep her balance.  To make matters worse, he was
pinching her nipples and she was twisting back and forth trying to keep his
hands on the breasts and away from her nipples.  She did seem to be enjoying
herself though.  Finally he stood up, announced that Hermione had a very sweet
pussy and moved on to his wife.
“You and Hermione are gentle lovers, aren’t you?” Alicia asked quietly.
“I guess so.”
“You don’t spank each other, tie each other up, anything like that?”
“No, that’s not really us.  She doesn’t even like me to tangle my fingers in
her hair when she’s giving me head.”
“I thought so.”  Ron moaned as she flexed her thighs, causing his cock to slide
along her very wet slit.  “I hope she doesn’t get Charlie then.  He’s pretty
rough.”
“Is there anything I can do?”  Ron asked.  He really didn’t like the idea of
Hermione being smacked or spanked, especially not in a bed where she was
supposed to be enjoying herself.
“If she ends up with Charlie, we’ll swap and I’ll take Charlie.”
“Do you like it rough?”
“It’s a nice change sometimes.”  She pulled him into a deep kiss and put her
hands over his where they were stroking and squeezing her breasts.  “I really
like this, though.”
“Me too.”  Ron rocked his hips under her and gave breasts a good squeeze.  He
liked her breasts, they were bigger than Hermione’s, but not as big as
Lavender’s.  He looked across the room and saw Fred lying on his back, Fleur
was grinding her crotch against his mouth.  
For the first time Ron really took a moment to study her.  She was still
pretty, but in an almost exotic or alien way.  Her tits were nice, small like
Hermione’s, but they matched her small frame.  Her hips were slender too, they
had almost no curve.  Last but not least, she kept her pussy shaved which Ron
thought was kind of a shame.  It made her look young, almost too young to be
doing the things she was doing.  She reached down and grabbed Fred by the hair
and pulled him tight up against her pussy as she let out stream of words in
French.  The only ones of which Ron recognized were ‘Fred’ and ‘oui.’  When she
was done, she leaned forward and rolled off him.  When she stood up Ron could
see that her back was covered with cum.
“Holy shit,” Alicia said sitting up a little bit.  “I’ve never seen Fred get
off that fast.”
Fred held up his hand and pulled off the blindfold.  “Since there are an uneven
number of men and women, I’m nominating George to come with Fleur and I.”  He
turned his head to look at Bill, “How do you do it man?  How do you keep up
with her?”
“Zat ees our leetle seecret,” Fleur responded as she stuck a finger in Fred’s
mouth and made him suck it clean.  Fred and George both turned and bowed to
Bill.
“Those boys are going to have their hands full with that one,” Alicia said
admiringly.  
As they watched, Angelina had Hermione tie the blindfold on her, give her a
spin or two and point her in the direction of the boys.  With a stumble or two,
she made her way to the boys, her hips moving with the music.  Her arms were
over her head and her body was stretched, pulling her tits against her body
ever so slightly.  Ron could see every inch of her.  Her stomach was long and
flat, her hips were shapely but not terribly broad, her pubic hair had been
trimmed into an arrow pointing to her clit.  Her long legs didn’t ripple as she
walked.  She was a living, breathing, sauntering bit of coffee-colored
perfection.
“You want a go with her, don’t you?”  Alicia chided him.
“Yeah,” Ron replied, feeling a bit guilty for staring at Angelina while Alicia
was sitting on his lap.
“Trust me,” she laughed and squeezed his cock between her legs.  “Everybody
wants a go with Angelina.  Look at your wife.”  Ron was surprised to see
Hermione absently stroking her pussy as Angelina began to dance with Bill.  
Angelina reached down and gave his a cock a squeeze and a stroke before turning
around and rubbing her ass against it.  She bent over at the waist and slid his
hard cock into her from behind.  Her moan was long and luxurious, like she was
in no hurry to do anything but feel it inside her.  “Just like I remember,” she
purred as Bill took her by the hips and began to stroke in and out of her. 
“Oh, yes.”  She straightened up a bit so that her back was parallel to the
ground.  “Bill, I have missed your prick.”  She pushed back against him a
little harder now.  She began to grope out in front of her, as though looking
for something.  She found it when Charlie slapped his hard-on against the side
of her face.  She grabbed hold of Charlie and pulled away from Bill.
“You wanna stick that in my cunt, you nasty boy?” Charlie spun her around and
bent her over.  In one smooth motion he had the entire thing buried inside
her.  “Oh, I was right, you are a nasty boy.”  Charlie reached around and
grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples as he pulled her hard back against him. 
She let out a squeak that was somewhere between pain and pleasure.  Ron guessed
it must have been closer to pleasure because she started pounding her ass
against him.  “Yes, Charlie.  Fuck me hard, right here on the floor so everyone
can see what a nasty little fucker you are.”  Charlie slapped her ass, hard,
and drove her to her knees on the hardwood dance floor.  Ron was amazed he
could do that without pulling his dick out, but he did.  Alicia grabbed a thick
pillow and threw it at them.  Charlie grabbed it and stuffed it under Angelina
as he pushed her to the floor.
“That’s right you nasty little cunt, I’m gonna fuck you till you beg me to
stop.”  Charlie was almost growling as he said it.
“Then show me what you got.  Fuck me as hard as you aah-“ She was cut off when
Charlie grabbed a handful of hair and yanked her head back.
Ron noticed that Hermione was moving away from them, edging towards him and
Alicia.  Bill reached out and took her hand and pulled her gently to him.  Ron
strained to hear what they were saying.
“… I guess you’re right.” Hermione was saying.  “I just hope Angelina doesn’t
change her mind.”
“Well then, let’s get out of here before she…”  Ron was having a hard time
hearing them over the filthy talk between Charlie and Angelina.  He hoped she
wasn’t always like that, he was sure he couldn’t call any girl a cunt or a slut
while he was having sex with her.  He missed what Hermione said, but heard the
words “hot tub” from Bill.  Hermione nodded, but didn’t look up.  Bill gave her
a quick kiss and scooped her up to carry her out to the sun room where the hot
tub was.
Alicia leaned back against Ron.  “She looked a little nervous, do you want to
follow them?”
“Do you think it would be okay?”  Ron asked.  He knew Hermione wanted someone
she was comfortable with close by when they started, but he didn’t know the
etiquette of an orgy.  Apparently Alicia did though, so he felt better.
“It’ll be fine, let’s get out there before they get too far along though.”  She
reached down and patted the head of his prick.  “A little later, maybe.”  She
wiggled her hips and clenched her ass a few times though as a promise of things
to come.  Ron helped lever her up with a couple of hands on her ass, which of
course he had to squeeze as he did.  Alicia had a very fine ass, nice and
soft.  He leaned forward and kissed each cheek of it before he stood up.  “Like
my arse, do you?”
“Yes, you have fine arse.”  He ran his hands over it as they walked toward the
sun room.
She smiled up at him.  “Well that’s promising.  I was beginning to think I
might spend most of the night with your cock in my mouth.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want if you can teach Hermione to do what you did
earlier.”  They stopped in the doorway to the sunroom and listened for other
sounds.  Other than the sound of the hot tub running, there was nothing.
“Later on,” she said dropping to her knees.  “Right now I like that you think
that I’m the only one who can do this.”  In a single motion she had his prick
in her mouth up to the base.  He let out a soft moan and leaned back against
the doorframe.  He looked down and saw Alicia’s ruby red lips sliding up and
down the entire length of this prick.  It may well have been the most beautiful
sight in the whole world.  He groaned as her nose disappeared in his pubic hair
and nestled there.  He was flailing around for something to do with his hands,
since there wasn’t a bed to put them on.
“It’s okay,” she said looking up at him with a smile.  “Go ahead put them in my
hair and hold my head.  It doesn’t bother me.  Look and see if you can tell
what your wife is doing.”
Ron leaned out for a look just as Alicia swallowed his dick again.  This time
he could feel the muscles in her throat working his head.  He almost lost his
balance as he looked around the indoor palm that stood between him and the hot
tub.  Seeing what he needed to see, he stood up and leaned against the wall
again.  This time he grabbed a hand-full of Alicia’s straight, fine hair.  He
began to slowly rock his hips against her mouth.  “They’re,” he breathed deep
and swallowed, “they’re sitting under the water to…oh gods… up to their necks. 
She’s got her back… her back to him, and oh, yeah.”  He took a long stroke out,
until only the head was still in her mouth.  He slowly slid it back in.  “Wow! 
That feels amazing.”  He felt his head enter her throat and she began swallow
while sucking hard on his cock.  “You keep that up and I’m going to pop one off
in your mouth.”
“Mm-hmm.”  His cock vibrated with the sound as she nodded.  She began to play
with his balls as she slurped and sucked on him.  
“Oh god, I’m about to cum.”   She deep throated him two or three more times
then backed off so she had about half of his dick still in her mouth.  She
started stroking him while tonguing his head.  “Oh… yeah,” he grunted as he
started cumming in her mouth.  After the first couple of squirts she put it all
the way back in and swallowed everything.  It was the most amazing feeling in
the world.  Alicia just kept right on sucking him though.  When he went
flaccid, it tickled a bit, but she kept at it until he felt blood flowing into
it again.  When she stood up, he grabbed her and kissed her hard.  He could
still taste traces of his cum in her mouth, but he didn’t even care.
“Liked that, did you?” she asked when he stopped kissing her.
“That was like nothing I ever… just, wow.”  He pulled her close and hugged
her.  “Do you want me to do you now?”
“Let’s go check on our siblings first,” she replied, smiling at him.  “It
doesn’t sound like things are going very well for Bill.”
“Why do you say that?”
“No moaning, no talking.  Bill is a talker.”
“Hermione is a kisser,” Ron replied.
“She’s a kisser with you.  She probably won’t kiss as much with someone else. 
You said she had her back to him, right?”
“Yeah, and he was kissing her neck.  I’m guessing he was playing with her tits,
but everything was underwater.”
Alicia took a quick look around the plant.  “Let’s go.  Hermione looks like she
needs someone to jump start her and Bill looks a little frustrated.”  Alicia
gave his prick a few strokes for good measure.  “You lead, and take my hand.” 
He started to step away and she pulled him back.  “Don’t say anything until
you’re in the water with them.  Then just say hi and help me in.”  She put a
finger to his lips.  “Yes I’m sure.”
Ron padded over as silently as he could.  He didn’t even hear Alicia behind
him, but her hand was still in his, squeezing lightly.  As he watched his
brother and wife, he realized there was almost nothing going on.  He felt bad
for Bill; he had tried to kiss up to Hermione when she just wasn’t in the mood
and it was awful, usually enough to kill a good erection.  He wondered what was
wrong with Hermione, earlier she’d been ready to all but drop down and have sex
on the carpet, and that was less than half-an-hour ago.  They stopped kissing,
or whatever they were doing as soon his foot hit the water.
“Ron!”  Hermione jumped up off Bill like she wasn’t supposed to be there.  
“Hi sweetie.”  He thought about asking if they were having fun but decided
against it.  “Bill.”  Ron couldn’t read his brother’s expression, but it did
brighten considerably when Ron helped Alicia into the water.  Once she was in,
Ron sat down so that Hermione was between him and Bill.  Alicia squeezed in
between him and Hermione.
“You two having a good time?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Bill lied.  Hermione didn’t answer.
Alicia leaned over and gave Hermione a peck on the lips.  “You’re hair looks
really sexy with that slightly wet look; very 90’s porno.”  Hermione blushed. 
“I don’t suppose you would trade places with me.”  Hermione was scooting over
to Ron almost before Alicia stood up.
“I’m sorry, Bill,” Hermione said as she slipped in next to Ron.
“It’s okay, sis.  First time is always hard.”
Alicia did something under the water that made Bill jump up so that his dick
was out of the water.  She reached over and grabbed it, planting a kiss on the
end of it.  “You must be First Time,” she said in a little girl voice to Bill’s
hard-on before sucking it into her mouth.  With a groan, Bill fell back and sat
on the edge of the tub so that Alicia could suck his dick.
Ron turned to Hermione, “Are you okay?”  He ran a finger along her cheek.  
She started to cry tears of frustration.  “I was so nervous, and then,” she
wiped roughly at her eyes, “Charlie and Angelina… and I got so scared.”   She
sucked in a big gulp of air.  “I don’t want to be spanked and called a... a… a
whore.”
Ron gathered her into his arms kissed her eyes and forehead.  “Nobody’s going
to treat you like that, I promise.”   He kissed her cheek and then once on the
lips.
“I can’t believe I’m being so selfish,” Hermione said as she hic-upped and
snuffled in a breath.  “Bill was trying so hard to be nice and reassure me…
and… you know… and all I wanted was you to be kissing me.”
“Like this?”  Ron pulled her against him and pressed his lips to hers.  She
calmed down, and soon she was responding favorably, running her hands up and
down his back, wrapping her legs around him, her nipples getting hard in his
fingers.  When his dick started pushing against her butt she reached down and
pulled it up between them.  “Get up on the deck, I want to lick you,” he
whispered in her ear.  There was no hesitation on her part.  She jumped up on
to the deck and spread her legs.
“Move a little closer,” Bill said, patting the deck next to himself.  Ron gave
her a nod of approval when she looked at him.  She scooted over until she was
almost touching him.  She lay back as Ron pushed her legs up and apart.  He
opened his mouth wide and wrapped it around her mound.  She moaned as he
started to suck a little.  Her pussy opened right up to him when his tongue
pushed against her outer labia.  He could taste a bit of the chemical from the
hot tub, but that went away as soon as her juices started to flow.  She started
to moan in earnest and bucked her hips against him.  Suddenly her moaning
stopped.  
Ron looked up to see what was going on, but didn’t pull away.  Bill had leaned
over and the two were kissing aggressively now.  Hermione ran a hand up into
Bill’s hair and pushed her mouth hard against him.  Ron nudged Alicia and
pointed at the other two.  Alicia nodded and smiled, then slowed her pace. 
When Ron started to turn away she waved him back to it.
“Get her off, then we’ll let Bill take over.” She went back to sucking Bill’s
cock, but at a much slower and relaxed pace.  Ron however, went for broke.  He
moved his tongue to her clit, using his thumbs to spread her open while his
hands held her legs up.  Ron raised up to come down more directly on her clit
and she started writhing under him.  Hermione broke her kiss with Bill and
started calling out.  Bill wasted no opportunity and began sucking her tits and
licking her nipples.  Ron felt a hand against his chin and lifted up.  He
watched as Alicia slid first one finger, then two into Hermione and began
pumping.  Ron almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing as he watched
Alicia’s fingers become coated with his wife’s juices.
“Lick me!” Hermione whimpered; her arms scrambled to pull Ron back to her
crotch.  He dove back down.  The total assault on her was too much, Hermione
let out an ear piercing shriek that faded into whimpers and short gasps.  As
she came down Bill rolled over and scooped her up against him.
Hermione settled down, straddling Bill’s hips and catching his dick between
them.  As Ron watched, Alicia leaned forward and planted an opened mouth kiss
on his wife’s slightly open pussy.  “Very nice,” Alicia said as she broke
away.  “Lift up a bit dear,” she said as she slid a hand between them. 
Hermione did as she was told and Alicia pulled Bill’s dick out.  “You be a good
boy,” she admonished the dick in her hand before giving it a kiss then pointing
it at Hermione.  
Ron watched with some apprehension as Alicia guided Bill’s cock into his wife. 
She settled down on to it and began to rock slightly.  Ron tried to watch, but
watching his brother fuck his wife was a bit much.  She seemed to take to it
pretty well though.  She was moaning and clenching as Bill began to thrust up
and down.  Ron knew from experience, his wife was settling in for a nice
leisurely fuck.  In just a few seconds Bill was started to get vocal, telling
Hermione she was an amazing fuck, how good she felt under his hands and how
good she looked as she bounced up and down on his cock.
Alicia gave Ron a smile.  “They’ll be fine.  Now, you said you wanted someplace
a little more private, and I really want this,” she stroked his prick a couple
of times, “inside of me.”
“Yeah,” Ron replied, “let’s go before I change my mind about this.”  Ron almost
had to run to keep up with Alicia.  She led him upstairs to the bedroom that
belonged to her and George.  When they entered the room she touched something
on the dresser by the door and music started playing.  She swung her hips low
and wide as a note was bent on an electric guitar.  She did it again, this time
rubbing herself against him.  “What’s this?”
“This is my favorite song to have sex to,” she said as she turned around and
draped her arms around his neck.  She swayed and ground against him again. 
“You can fuck all night to this song.”  Ron gave into her as she pulled him
down and kissed him.  They kissed through most of the song and Ron all but
missed it until near the end when she broke the kiss, started swaying against
him, and started singing along; “Make love to me slow and easy, take me down
slow and easy, rock me ‘til I’m burned to the bone.”
 
“I can do that,” Ron said with a smile as he tangled his hand in her hair and
started looking for the spot on her neck that would drive her crazy.
“I sure hope so.  Ooh, right there.” She hooked her leg around his and ground
against him. “Take me to bed, Little Brother.”
“Why do you always call me that?”
“I’ll tell you in the morning, but right now it’s time for you to fulfill my
fantasy.  Now take me down slow and easy.”  She kissed him again and all
responses were lost in the moans they breathed into the darkness.
***** Chapter 12--Long Time Coming *****

Author's notes:
First of all I would like to thank Chantelle, my wonderful beta for her
consistently good work and commentary. 
This chapter title has layers of meaning.  The first is the rather obvious
sexual innuendo, and I do use that in the story.  The second is that for Ginny,
this moment has been years in the making.  Finally, This chapter has existed
for years in various forms on my computers that have been lost to crashes,
hardware failures, sight closures, etc....  The whole point of the "party" was
so I would have an excuse to write this chapter.  I hope you enjoy it as much
as I have.
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                         Chapter 12- Long Time Coming
 
It was the shifting of the bed that roused Hermione from sleep.  It was the
cool breeze blowing across her naked body that woke her.  “Hey sweetie,” she
mumbled as her husband’s silhouette passed in front of the window.
“Hey yourself,” a voice came back.
“Bill!”  She grabbed the sheets and yanked them up over herself.
“A little late for modesty now, isn’t it?” he asked with a laugh.
Suddenly everything came back in sharp focus.  The time spent by the hot tub;
being cradled in Bill’s arms as he carried her in the house and stretched her
out on her bed.  The amazing feeling of his cock bending in a natural curve in
her hand and the implication of what that curve meant when he entered her.  She
was glad it was dark in the room since she was sure she was blushing as she
thought about her own behavior.
“I guess it is,” she said as she released the sheet and let it float it down
over her body.  She stretched, arching her back and throwing her arms akimbo. 
She released and curled up on her side as Bill crawled back into bed and
stretched out next to her.  She ran her fingers along the plane of his chest,
following the lines of muscle that were slightly raised beneath the skin. 
“Thank you,” she said as she looked up into his eyes, “for being patient with
me.  I’m sorry I was… difficult at first.”  She turned her face into his hand
as it cradled her cheek, and kissed his palm.
 “I understand.”  He leaned over and kissed her on each eye.  “I’m just glad I
could help you enjoy it.”
“I most definitely enjoyed it,” she said as she took hold of his hand and ran
her fingers along his palm.   The awkwardness of the situation was beginning to
intrude.  She supposed she could just try and seduce him, which was certainly
an attractive idea, but at some point they were going to have to get up and
deal with the others.  After all, she had promises to keep and fantasies of her
own to fulfill.  “So, what do we do now?”  
“Depends on what you want to do.  We could stay here all night and enjoy each
other’s company.  We could strike out together and see what kind of naughtiness
we could find to participate in, I’m pretty sure I heard the sound of splashing
in the hot tub.  We could go our separate ways and see what we find.  I’m game
for whatever you would like to do.”
“Do you have anything in particular you wanted to do this weekend?”
“I wanted to get acquainted with you.”  He leaned over and kissed her forehead
while he entwined his fingers with hers.  He brought their hands to his mouth
and began to kiss and nibble on her fingers.  “I’ve always respected and
admired you for the work you’ve done, but I’ve always thought you were… pretty
reserved. You’re pretty quiet most of the time.”
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you,” she said with a smile, “it’s the quiet ones
you have to watch out for.”
Bill looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled.  “You realize that Percy is
the quietest one in the family.”
As the thought processed, she wondered just how kinky that would have to make
Percy, since he was a fair bit quieter than her.  “Damn it, Bill!”  She shook
her head, trying to banish the thought.  “This is your fault!”  The mental
image was too horrifying and cliché to keep to herself.  “I just had the most
disgusting thought.  Can’t you just see Percy bent over the arm of a couch and
being paddled or… something.” 
“Mm,” Bill hummed with a speculative tone.  “Penny in a dominatrix outfit, with
her long blonde hair pulled up in a severe ponytail, tottering around in five-
inch spike heeled boots.  Ooh, she could spank me anytime.”
“Oh, Bill, that’s just… wrong.”
“You can see it, though, can’t you?”
“Yes!” she shrieked in horror.  “Bloody Hell, I have to work with them!”  She
smacked his chest, “For that, I’m going to make you get up and go get me some
wine to scrub that image out of my head with.  Ew!”  She shuddered and started
trying to push Bill out of bed.  To make it worse, he was laughing about the
whole thing.  Knowing there was no way she could go back to sleep now, she
rolled out of bed and started rifling through her closet for something to
wear.  She finally settled on a chemise with a matching rose colored silk
dressing gown.
She took the hand that Bill offered her and followed him down the hall.  She
stopped as she passed George and Alicia’s room and put her ear to the door. 
One of the girls was definitely enjoying whatever her partner was doing to
her.  She nodded toward the door, asking Bill if he wanted to go in and see.
“Door’s closed, they want privacy.  It would be very bad form for us to open
that door.  Granted, it would probably be overlooked if Ron is in there-
spousal privilege and all.  That’s why I closed the door when we went into your
room.  Any common area or room with an open door is considered permission to
join in.  That’s why Alicia and Ron could join us in the hot tub, but nobody
joined us in the room.  You can also always walk in to your own room though,
even if the door is closed.”
“So if Ron and Alicia had ended up in my room, we could have walked in on them
and… joined in?”
“Yeah.”  Bill grinned widely.  “It’s almost too bad they didn’t go to your
room.  That would have been fun.”
Hermione smiled back at him.  “I was thinking the same thing.”  She turned away
from the door a little reluctantly.  “Don’t go hiding from me this weekend, and
I’ll see if I can arrange something.”
“Who would have ever thought you were such a naughty little girl.”  Bill
laughed, and then leaned down to kiss her before leading her down the stairs to
the kitchen area. 
Hermione could hear a great deal of noise coming from the den area and she
craned her neck to look.  Harry, Fleur, Katie, and the twins were all writhing
over and around one another on the couch.  She saw one of the twins disappear
behind Harry, then Fleur straddled his lap and Katie knelt before them while
the other twin entered her from behind.  ‘Wow, that’s a lot of bodies in one
place,’ she thought as she turned and followed Bill into the kitchen.  She was
very deliberately not thinking about what Fred might be doing to Harry.
“Damn!” Bill expostulated. “Gin, I don’t think I really needed to see you
wearing that.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t wear it for your sake then.” 
“Who did you wear it for?” he asked as he walked past her and opened the
fridge.
Hermione stopped dead in her tracks as Ginny winked at her.  She was leaning
against the island counter in the middle of the kitchen.  Her hair and had been
piled and curled so that it cascaded down one side of her neck and left the
other side exposed.  Her eyes and lips were heavily made up, but not
excessively so.  Her pale skin was sprinkled with freckles across her shoulders
and generous chest, which was cradled in scarlet satin and black lace that drew
the viewer’s eyes deep into her ample cleavage.  The rich material continued
down in a loose fitting camisole that stopped just above the matching G-
string.  The strings of which were pulled high up on her hips and made her legs
look fantastically long.  The coup de gracewas the stockings, black silk with
elastic tops that did not require suspenders.
Bill looked up when there was no response.  “Ah, I see.  I think I’ll be
leaving now.”  Neither woman paid him any mind as he grabbed his beer and
disappeared out of the kitchen.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Hermione said, suddenly feeling very plain in her long
gown and uncombed hair. 
“Thanks,” Ginny replied, casting her eyes demurely down.  “I hoped you’d like
it when I picked it out.”
“You got that just for me?”  She was flattered that Ginny had gone to all that
work just for her.  She had never really understood the attraction of fancy
lingerie, until this moment.  Now though, she was under the spell of Ginny and
she took a tentative step forward, then another as Ginny moved toward her.
They stopped fractions of an inch from contact.  Hermione looked up into the
soft brown eyes of her friend and she felt like she was falling.  She was
hesitant to act, though she thought maybe she should since she was the older
one and more experienced with other women.  However, Ginny radiated an aura of
sexual sophistication that left Hermione feeling like a school girl.  She
smiled to herself; in this case, a school girl with a naughty secret.
“So long,” Ginny whispered.
“I know,” Hermione replied.  “I have a surprise for you, if you can wait a few
minutes more.”  She thought she was going to melt under the sultry gaze her
friend leveled on her.  She wanted to reach out to her, to touch her the way
she wanted to be touched, to finally complete a promise made and fulfill a
fantasy revealed months before.  She resisted though, convinced that when Ginny
saw what she had prepared for them that she would understand why she had to
wait just a few minutes more.  “For me Ginny, will you wait a few minutes
longer for me?”
“I’ve waited half a lifetime for this moment.  If you tell me that waiting a
few minutes more will make it better, then I can’t help but believe you.”
Hermione panicked.  Ginny had probably been thinking about this moment for
weeks.  She had gone to great lengths to prepare herself.  She began to doubt
she had made the right call.  The die was cast though, and it was too late to
change it now.  “Head up to the attic bedroom, I’ll be there as soon I get
something.”
Ginny kissed the tip of her finger and pressed it to Hermione’s mouth.  “Don’t
be long,” she said in a husky voice that could have tempted Satan himself.  She
trailed the finger across Hermione’s lip, down her chin and neck, across her
shoulder and down her arm until their index fingers entwined and finally
separated with a lingering want. 
Ginny was gone before Hermione remembered to breathe again.  She dashed to the
fridge and poured herself a tall glass of water.  She felt like she was on fire
all over.  She followed that with a glass of wine to calm her nerves.  It was
all she could do to walk to her room and not run.  She pulled out the drawer
where she had stashed the things she would need.  She dropped her robe to the
floor and tossed her chemise on the bed, she could hang them up tomorrow.  She
held up the underwear she had selected.  They had been hard to find, even Miss
Madelaine’s hadn’t had them.  It seemed that sheer red bikini panties just
weren’t fashionable anymore.  She pulled on the rest of her clothes, grabbed
her wand and headed to the other end of the house where the ladder to the attic
was.
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Ginny fumed as she climbed the stairs to the second level.  This weekend was
not going at all the way she planned.  Her encounter with Harry and Katie had
been a total fiasco; the most frustrating thing about that was that she had no
one to blame but herself.  For thirteen years she had been either crushing on,
or at least curious about, being with Hermione.  She had decided now that the
possibility was so close that she would wait for it.  She knew it was naïve and
kind of silly; after all Katie was far more experienced with women and was
probably a better lover, but she had made her choice.  She realized that part
of her desire to be with Hermione stemmed from the fact that she could trust
Hermione to forgive her if she got cold feet or turned out to be lousy at it.
The rope that pulled down the attic access hung before her.  She considered
going back down and telling Hermione that she didn’t want to follow her plan,
she had one of her own that involved dragging her off to a bed and a bath.  She
grumbled to herself as she yanked on the rope.  She ascended the ladder and
stood before the door that separated a closed off room from the rest of the
open storage area.  Opening the door was like stepping back in time.
Tears began to form and she got choked up as she looked around.  It was
definitely worth waiting a few minutes more; she knew she should never have
doubted her friend.  The room was painted pale lavender and organized just like
hers had been when she was younger.  A single size bed was on the near wall,
its white, wrought iron foot board just far enough back to avoid being hit by
the door.  A camp bed stood on the opposite wall and a white desk with a vanity
mirror above it just like the one she used as a child was standing at the far
end of the room.  Pictures cut from magazines hung on the walls and wizarding
snapshots were stuffed in the frame of the mirror or stood on the desk.  The
finishing touch was the stuffed dragon on the bed; it was exactly like the one
Charlie had won for her at a carnival when she was just a girl.  She picked it
up and discovered that they were not exactly alike, this one didn’t have a
secret pocket for hiding Harry’s love letters in. 
She turned and saw herself in the mirror.  She realized she was now dressed
completely inappropriately.  If Hermione wanted them to pretend they were
teenagers again, she would go one step better.  She tossed the dragon on the
bed and headed for the room she and Harry shared here at the cottage as quickly
as she could; fortunately it was close by. 
She unlocked the top drawer of her dresser and yanked it open.  She pulled out
the bottles, her last two, and set them on top along with a scarlet and gold
hair ribbon.  After a moment’s consideration, she added her favorite vibrator
and a couple of other items.   Her lingerie was dropped in a pile on the floor,
and she rummaged through Harry’s t-shirts.  She found an old Puddlemere shirt
that Harry had last worn around the turn of the century and pulled it on.  It
stretched and pulled uncomfortably, the problem with marrying a man shorter and
skinnier than herself, but it would fit just fine in a few minutes.  In the
bottom of her underwear drawer she finally found what she was looking for, a
pair of yellow briefs with little blue flowers that she kept for when Harry was
in that particular mood.
She grabbed her wand, the supplies she had gathered, and scampered back up the
stairs.  She enchanted one of the bottles to hover in front of the door and
wrote ‘Drink Me’ on it after peeling off the label.  She tossed the hairclips
she was wearing on the desk and tied her hair up in a ponytail with the
ribbon.  “Here goes nothing,” she said to her reflection as she tipped the
bottle up.
Her hair straightened and her skin tightened ever so slightly.  She shrank a
few inches and her boobs lost half their size as her hips narrowed and her
thighs slimmed.  The one down side of ‘School Girl’ was that all of her pubic
hair grew back and her freckles always got darker, which annoyed her to no end
but was faithful to her appearance back then.  On the upside though, her
stomach flattened and her butt tightened up.  She turned round and watched
herself in the mirror.  With a sigh for her lost youth and girlish figure she
quickly removed her makeup, which was too heavy and completely inappropriate
for this Ginny.  She straightened Harry’s shirt now that it hung loosely on her
and adjusted her boobs.  She had almost forgotten what it was like to have
boobs that were only one handful.  She heard a creak on the ladder and dimmed
the lights as she jumped into bed.  At the last second she grabbed her vibrator
off the bed and crammed it into the dragon after tearing a seam.  She laughed
to herself as she turned over on her side and feigned sleep, it wasn’t the
first time the dragon had hidden that for her.
Time was interminable as Ginny waited for the click of the doorknob.  The
anticipation was driving her crazy.  She wanted Hermione now, but to hold her
over she slipped a hand down the front of her knickers just as she had done on
so many other occasions as a young girl fantasizing about the girl just outside
the door. 
“Ginny?”  Hermione’s voice was quiet, seemingly unsure, as she called out in
the near darkness.  She pointed her wand at a candle by the camp bed and it
flared to life.  Ginny squinted her eyes open just enough to see.  She thought
about answering, but if Hermione was trying to create the particular night
Ginny thought she was, then she should pretend to be asleep.
As she watched, Hermione turned to face her and unbuttoned her simple white
blouse; thereby exposing the plain white bra beneath.  She seemed to be
deliberately ignoring Ginny, and went about undressing as though no one was
watching her.  After her bra came off with a simple front clasp, she stretched
for the ceiling, then rubbed her hands over her breasts.  Ginny realized that
Hermione was undressing for an audience.  It changed the nature of the game a
bit, the roles weren’t as clear as if they were just pretending to be teenage
girls who were unaware of the sexual tension between them.  Ginny put the
thought away for later though, as Hermione unbuttoned her jeans and turned her
back so that she could shimmy out of them.
Ginny gasped for real when she saw that her friend was wearing the same style
of sheer red knickers that she had worn all those years before.  Ginny pushed
her hand hard against herself as the long repressed feelings of longing flooded
through her with the memories of that night.  Her eyes opened wide as she
watched her friend bend over at the waist and finish removing her jeans.  Ginny
could see she was wet, and it excited her even more.  She shoved three fingers
deep inside herself with a gasp as Hermione ran her fingers inside the edges of
her panties then pulled the gusset tight against her pussy so that it pulled up
inside her just a bit.  Ginny couldn’t help herself, her moan was deep and
longing, even as it hummed through her closed lips.
“Ginny?” she called again as she spun around.  Ginny tried with all her might
to stay impassive and feign sleep.  However, when Hermione slipped her hand
inside her knickers as though to adjust them, it was all she could do not cry
out and another small whimper escaped her.  She watched through shuttered eyes
as she approached.  The potion had worked perfectly on her.  Hermione hadn’t
changed much since she was 16, her breasts were just a tad smaller and her hair
was longer; most of all though she radiated the beauty of awkward adolescent
innocence.   It was enough to drive Ginny crazy and she began to rock her hand
back and forth, which she knew would be silhouetted through the sheet.
“What are you-” 
When Hermione flung back the sheet, it was the final straw for Ginny.  The hand
inside her shirt clamped down on her sensitive nipple as three fingers jammed
into her cunt all the way to the last knuckle.  “FUCK!” she cried out as the
heel of her hand smashed against her clit and years of pent up tension and
frustration exploded out of her in an orgasm unlike any she’d had in a long
time, it seemed to last forever.
It wasn’t over though.  Hermione reached down and pressed her hand to the front
of Ginny’s knickers so that her fingers laid over the ones inside.  The hand
began to flex rhythmically, forcing Ginny’s fingers to keep moving inside
herself, prolonging the waves of pleasure.  Ginny arched as her shirt was
lifted and soft wet lips closed over her nipple.  Finally, the wave passed and
she collapsed, panting to catch the breath that had been stolen from her.
Ginny looked up into the smiling face before her, the face that she had so long
wanted to see looking at her that way.  She was about to say something, but
words would be inadequate for the release and joy she felt.  She hooked a hand
behind her lover’s neck and crossed that last great divide between friendship
and passion.  Kissing Hermione seemed as natural as breathing.  Her lips were
thin like Harry’s, but far more willing, and less aggressive.  Ginny had grown
used to following where Harry led, but now that it was her fantasy, her dream,
she drove ahead with gusto.  She kissed hard and sucked the breath out of her
lover before opening her mouth. 
Her tongue leapt forward and licked the inside of her partner’s mouth before
she could respond.  However, she was more than willing to play along as their
tongues ‘twined around one another.  She gasped as cold fingers caressed her
breast and brushed her nipple.  She released the hand that had been gripping
her other nipple and drew her lover close.  It was as she had always imagined. 
Hermione’s skin was supple, with firm muscle underneath.  Her body gave way
easily and eagerly invited exploration.  Goose bumps rose wherever her fingers
trailed and she learned the forbidden knowledge of her pleasure zones as moans
and sighs rose and fell depending on where she touched.
Hermione was by no means passive though.  After roving over the hills and
valley of her chest, the exploring hand drew along her shoulders and touched a
ticklish spot at the back of her neck.  Ginny also discovered that the tops of
her ears were slightly ticklish, and she shivered in joy as the discovery was
exploited.
Ginny’s hand finally settled on the rise of her friend’s arse.  It was small
and soft, perfect for squeezing.  She moaned as her lover’s hips drove forward
against her.  She raised her leg until it pressed hard against Hermione’s
crotch, and she pushed back against it.  All the while, her hand was being
driven to rub her clit and stroke her pussy by the other hand that had snaked
into her underwear.  She felt it slide lower and another finger entered her. 
It was almost too much and she tried to clamp her thighs together to keep it
there forever.
“Let me,” Hermione whispered.  Ginny removed her hand and brought it to
Hermione’s mouth.  Before she could tease her though, her index finger was
caught and sucked deep into her mouth.  She could feel the tongue licking,
caressing the finger as though she were making love to it with her mouth, like
Ginny imagined she would give head.  She didn’t stop as she took the second
finger into her mouth, or the third.    Lower, two fingers stroked her opening
and bathed in her wetness before sliding into her.  Ginny all but lost her mind
when the fingers rotated over and a thumb pressed down on her clit.
“Cum for me, Ginny,” Hermione said softly as she held a finger between her
teeth.
Ginny could have multiple orgasms, but normally Harry had to take her right to
the edge of fantasy play to achieve it.  Now though, she could feel it coming
on more quickly than she would have thought possible.  “Close,” she whimpered.
“What do you need?”
“Take me.”  She prayed that Hermione would understand.
Hermione’s hand fisted in her hair and pulled her close as she crushed their
mouths together.  The pressure between her legs intensified as a third finger
entered her.  She enveloped her lover in her arms and pulled her closer as she
offered herself up as a sacrifice.  She was so close she thought she might
explode.  “Cum,” the command reverberated through her entire body as Hermione
moaned the single word into her mouth.  Her entire body went tense and she
screamed into the lips that were locked to her own.  After what felt like an
eternity, she collapsed to the bed.
“Feel better?” Hermione asked, the corners of her mouth quirking up in a smile.
“Amazing,” Ginny replied as she looked up into the intense amber eyes.  “It’s
probably a good thing we didn’t do that when we were young.  I might have
thrown Harry over for you.”
Hermione laughed and kissed her gently.  “I doubt that.  Thirteen years ago I
didn’t know a fraction of what I know now.”  She kissed her nose.  “I probably
would have ruined it for you forever.  That is of course assuming that I didn’t
run screaming from your room.”
“Then I guess I’m glad we waited.”  Ginny leaned forward and their lips
touched, gently this time.
“I am, too.”  Hermione stretched out and lay down next to her.  Ginny shuddered
as she withdrew her fingers; however her hand stayed where it was and the
fingers idly traced random lines.  “I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t do that
quite right.  I really wanted to try and act like we were both young and
inexperienced, but I just couldn’t help myself.”  She propped herself up on her
elbow.  “You looked so sexy lying there.  I just had to jump your bones.”
Ginny laughed a bit.  “I don’t mind at all.  Like you said, it probably
wouldn’t have been nearly as nice.”  She turned over on her side and pushed
Hermione on her back, though she was right at the edge of the small bed.  “Now,
I believe it is my turn.”
It took her a long second to decide where to begin.  She had always loved
Hermione’s eyes, but now that she knew her lips she was also drawn there.  Then
of course, there was the wonderland that was the rest of her body.  Ginny
dipped her head and began kissing her in the center of her forehead.  Her
eyebrows, her eyes, the bridge of her nose, the low rise of her cheek bones,
the corner of her mouth, her rounded chin with its almost-dimple; she touched
and kissed all of it.  She had no idea if this would ever happen again, so she
had to memorize every bit to fuel enough fantasies for a lifetime.  As much as
she loved Harry, there were some fantasies he just could not fulfill.
Down the length of her throat she kissed, then across her delicate shoulders. 
When her tongue ran back to the base of her neck, Hermione rolled her head to
the side and moaned.  Experimentally, Ginny did it again and was told to do it
‘just like that’.  She thrilled at the discovery, the kind of thing that only a
lover could know, and now she knew it.  She attacked the spot: kissing,
licking, nibbling, all of it seemed to drive her higher.  A hand fisted in her
hair and pulled her closer.  She re-doubled her efforts until finally she was
pushed away and she watched as Hermione lay panting under her.
“Does the entire family know that trick?” Hermione asked with a smile.
“I found it by accident,” Ginny replied.  She was disappointed to find out the
spot wasn’t her discovery; but she supposed that there would be nothing about
her that Ron wouldn’t know by now.  She kissed it one more time, “But I won’t
forget it now.”  With one last kiss and a sigh, she moved on. 
It seemed her lover was following her lead now.  Fingers trailed languorously
over her body, raising goose-bumps and caressing them away.  They explored as
they roamed, as though wandering through undiscovered country and wanting to
take in all the details.  She leaned into it as a hand gently cupped one of her
boobs.  It felt so different from what she was used to.  Harry had short,
stubby fingers.  He wasn’t clumsy with them, quite the opposite, he was very
dexterous.   However, Hermione had long fingers and delicate hands.  She
caressed, rather than groped.
This difference made Ginny nervous as her lips trailed through the wide valley
of Hermione’s cleavage.  She realized she had no idea of how to make love to
her friend.  She had never been with a woman, so she could only guess that
another woman would like the things she did.  However, she liked a more
aggressive copulation.  Her breasts were large, and therefore less sensitive;
thus she liked it when Harry bit down on her nipples, but Hermione seemed
gentler.
Hermione’s breasts were firm and vaguely pear shaped as they stuck out from the
slender body.  She ran her tongue around the puffy nipple.  She looked up to
see Hermione smile in dreamy contentment as she sighed.  Emboldened, she placed
a single kiss on the tip then another that encompassed all of it.  This drew
another pleasant moan.  She opened her mouth a bit further and so that her lips
enveloped the entire distended areola and sucked lightly as her tongue laved
over the point in her mouth.  This too was met with approval.  Unable to stop
herself, and curious as to what the result would be, she closed her teeth over
the nipple and bit down.  The sharp gasp and hissed protest made her back off. 
She then set about kissing it all-better until Hermione cooed in contentment.
She moved across to the other and repeated the process, though this time she
bit down only enough so that her lover enjoyed it.  She was amazed at how much
pleasure she was deriving from this long, slow lover’s torture that she was
inflicting.  Hermione’s gasps and sighs were music to her ears, every touch and
reaction set off pangs of lust throughout her body.  She could feel the moments
ticking away as her lips trailed down the rib line, across the stomach, paused
to play at the belly button, then angled down to the hip and along the fold of
her leg.
At first, she tried to be cute and remove the underwear with her teeth.  That
didn’t work as well as she had hoped though, so she did it the old fashioned
way- she banished them.  They shared a knowing smile and giggle.  Ginny nuzzled
her nose in the thick, dark brown hair that was now revealed.  The scent was at
once sweet and musky.  She inhaled deeply, savoring both the scent and the
moment when she would lose her lesbian virginity.
Sliding her hands under Hermione’s thighs, she lifted and spread them.  She
looked on in awe at her friend’s gorgeous pussy.  The hair was densely packed
just above the folded slit, with curls of light brown hair extending down the
outer labia like a frame for the beckoning pink opening.  She leaned forward
and placed a kiss in the dense patch; then another slightly lower, and then
another after that.  A soft moan answered the unasked question as Ginny
continued.  Though she herself had been on the receiving end of this many
times, this was still her first time and she wanted to make sure she pleased
her lover.
“Oh, yes,” Hermione called out quietly as Ginny’s tongue traced the outer edges
of her inner labia.  Ginny smiled to herself in pleasure and self-
satisfaction.  Then she stiffened her tongue and slid it inside her friend. 
Her eyes closed and she sighed as the liquid sweetness bathed her tongue.  It
was a taste unlike any other, rather like liquid caramel or sugar syrup.  It
was certainly much better at the source than it was licking it from Harry’s
cock or fingers or tongue.  She wondered if maybe Hermione’s pussy just tasted
better than her own, but she quickly shunted that aside for another time as she
focused all of her energy to the task at hand, or mouth, as it were.
Ginny closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations: the smooth skin of
Hermione’s legs in her hands, the soft sighs she made, the tickling sensation
of her thick bush, the scent of her musky cunt.  The smell was intoxicating,
and she wanted more of it.  She groped blindly until she grabbed the other
girl’s hands and brought them up along her legs.  Once Hermione was holding her
own legs up and apart, Ginny’s hands slid down until they were on the ass
before her.  She extended her thumbs and stretched the opening farther.   Then
she pushed deeper with her mouth, licking, sucking, and kissing.  Her mouth was
covered in the sweet nectar, and she licked her lips in sensual ecstasy. 
Ginny couldn’t believe she was actually licking Hermione’s pussy.  Even this
morning when she had been preparing for tonight she was afraid it would all
come apart.  That fear again flitted through her mind; this time morphing into
a fear of failing to please her lover and being rejected.  She quashed the
random thought by re-doubling her efforts.  She drove her tongue deep into the
opening before her and swirled it about.  She concentrated on the movements of
her tongue, alternately flattening or pointing it as she pushed it in and out. 
She thrilled at the sounds she was eliciting from her friend and lover, and
that spurred her on to greater effort.
She felt fingers brush past her bangs and along her cheek.  She lifted up and
watched as Hermione spread herself open and exposed her excited clitoris. 
Ginny looked up and nodded in understanding.  She bent again to her task and
placed a light kiss on the small protrusion.  She followed this with several
more lingering kisses and finally sucked the small nub between her lips. 
Hermione cried out as Ginny raised up and slid two fingers into her.  She
released the clit held captive between her lips, and began to flick her tongue
back and forth across it in time with the stroking of her fingers.
Ginny moaned when Hermione grabbed handfuls of her hair and clamped her head
between her thighs.  She pushed her fingers in as far as they would go and
scissored them as Hermione called her name and thrashed about in the throes of
ecstasy.  When Hermione tried to push her away, she resisted and instead
wrapped her free arm around the clenching thighs, locking herself in for the
ride.  She knew the agony of being overly sensitive as orgasm struck; but she
was infused with wicked desire and lust borne of long yearning that could only
be satiated when she had taken her lover beyond satisfaction. 
When warm liquid splashed over her hand and against her chin, she reared up in
surprise.   She removed her fingers as another flood of liquid coated her
hand.  One last burst issued forth and splashed over Ginny’s neck and upper
chest before dribbling down her leg and on to the sheets.  Hermione was
quivering and her breathing was shallow as she kept saying “Oh, God,” over and
over. 
“You didn’t tell me to expect that,” Ginny said as she propped herself up and
smiled at Hermione.  She leaned back so that she was sitting up, stuck a finger
in her mouth, and rolled her tongue around in the remnants of that surprise.
“I,” Hermione gasped.  She spent a few seconds getting her breathing under
control again.  “I didn’t know to expect it.  It caught me completely by
surprise.”  She took another deep breath.  “I thought that feeling was never
going to end.” 
“You did spend a long time cumming.”  Ginny smiled to herself, she had done
that to her.  “Has it ever happened before?  Has Ron ever done that to you?”
“A couple of times,” Hermione gave her a little smile, “but never quite like
that.  He certainly never got it all over his chest.”   Hermione pushed herself
up and leaned forward.  The girls eyed each other for just a moment, then she
leaned forward and kissed a spot where a droplet rested between two freckles. 
Ginny became even more aroused as she watched her friend kiss and lick all over
her chest.  She gasped when one of her nipples was first licked and then
sucked.
“Harder,” Ginny breathed when teeth lightly scraped her nipple.  “Yesss,” she
hissed as small teeth bit down.  The pleasure was doubled when the other nipple
was squeezed between two vice-like fingers.  Ginny liked it rough, but she
wasn’t sure that Hermione would really be able to give that to her.  She was a
little disappointed when her nipples were released and caressed gently again.
“You know,” Hermione said as she continued to kiss the puckered flesh of
Ginny’s areola, “I always wished I had breasts like yours.  I swear I had the
smallest ones of any girl in Gryffindor, probably the entire school.  Yours,
though,” she ran a finger over the sensitive nipples and flicked them, “always
looked so good.  So round and full.  I would get so jealous when we were
together during the summers and Harry would stare at your chest, and Ron never
even seemed to notice mine.”
Ginny lowered her head and looked down into the earnest face.  “Hermione.”
“Yes?”
“Has anybody ever told you talk too much?”  She didn’t wait for an answer as
she pressed their lips together and they fell back to the bed.  Ginny rolled on
to her her back compliantly as Hermione pushed her over.
“You sound like my husband when you say that,” Hermione said with a smile as
she leaned down and kissed her again.  “There are some other ways you two are
alike, too.  You both have the most adorable freckles.”  Ginny shivered as
Hermione licked her finger and then began to trace designs in the smattering of
freckles across her chest.  “You both have sensitive nipples.”  Ginny arched up
as Hermione began toying with the aching tips.  “You both moan when I squeeze
them.”  Ginny whimpered in pleasure as fingers clamped down and slightly
twisted.  It tickled when she let go of one nipple and traced a finger lightly
down to Ginny’s mass of red pubic hair.  “You two have the exact same hair
color,” she said as she slid down.  “And I’d be willing to bet that you both
like it when I use my tongue on you.”
Ginny took a deep breath as Hermione pinned her hips to the bed.  Her
anticipation mounted as fingers ran through her bush, then pulled slightly,
exposing her clit to the gentle breath of air being blown on it.  “Please,” she
whined softly as she pulled at her nipples and squeezed her firm young breasts,
“don’t make me wait.  Please lick me.”  It was like lightning when the tongue
touched her clit.   She moaned and raised her hips in an attempt to increase
contact.  Hermione pushed her back down and continued to tease, with just the
tip of her tongue making only the lightest touches.  “Harder,” Ginny begged. 
The sound she made could only be described as tortured ecstasy as Hermione’s
tongue ground against her and flicked over her most sensitive spot. 
Ginny was out of her mind.  Hermione was, by far, better at this than Harry
was.  She writhed about as the tongue licked and curled into the deepest
recesses of her cunt.  She was held fast in place though, and the restriction
served to stoke her arousal.  Her climax was near, she could feel it
smoldering, waiting to burst and consume her.  She began to breathe hard,
panting and whimpering as it fed on a fuel of desire and fantasy.  She felt her
clit sucked into her lover’s mouth and teeth bit down on it ever so lightly. 
It was all she could take, her body caught fire and the conflagration of her
orgasm raged through her.  The sensation burned through her veins, her nerves
were alive with the prickling fire of over-stimulation.  She felt like she was
being consumed, then reborn, phoenix-like, in a body transformed by the power
of a fulfilled fantasy that had been a long time coming.  The last strains of
her scream echoed in the small room as she sank down into the soft pillow.
“Liked that, did you?”
Ginny propped herself up, and was surprised to see that the transformation was
not all in her head.  Her breasts had swelled.  Her hips had filled out.  She
was her adult self again.  She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  “It
was amazing,” she replied as she smiled at her long-time friend and new-found
lover.  “It was everything I had ever imagined it would be, and more; so much
more.  Thank you.” 
Before her eyes, Hermione aged as well; maturing from gangly adolescence to
youthful adult.  Within herself, Ginny could feel the change as well.  Her
immature fantasies of making love to her young friend had been fulfilled in
youthful flesh.  Now, her thoughts turned to pleasing and coupling with this
beautiful woman that was smiling at her.  She reached for the stuffed dragon as
she leaned forward and kissed her best friend.
***** Chapter 13- Breakfast of Champions *****
                      Chapter 13- Breakfast of Champions
Ron was a little surprised by the state of his room when he walked into it.  It
was a mess, not by his standards, but in his wife’s opinion this room was a
pigsty.  The bed was unmade, the comforter balled up on the floor, and clothes,
lingerie, and various girly things were strewn across it.  Her robe lay on the
floor in front of her dresser and her nightstand was open.  He smiled wryly to
himself bent to pick up the robe.  It didn’t bother him that it was on the
floor, but he knew Hermione would appreciate it if he picked up a bit;
especially since it was all her mess.
“You’re such a dear,” he heard his wife say from the doorway as he put the last
of her various crèmes and lotions back in their proper place. 
“Morning, sweetie,” he replied as he closed the open drawer.  He couldn’t help
but smirk as he looked at her.  She looked a fright.  Her hair was tangled and
balled up mostly on one side of her head, her eyes were red and bleary as she
rubbed at them, the oxford shirt she had stolen from his closet was half-opened
and buttoned crooked, and there was giant hickey on her left boob.  She looked
about one tattoo short of having been screwed, blued, and tattooed.  He
chuckled to himself, then pulled her into a hug before she could ask him what
he was laughing about.  He bent to kiss her, but she put a hand over her mouth
and turned away.
“You really don’t want to kiss me right now,” she said apologetically.
He realized she was right; he probably shouldn’t kiss her when his mouth still
tasted like Alicia.  Unconsciously, he licked his lips and ran his tongue
around the inside of his mouth.  “Let’s go brush our teeth then, so I can kiss
you,” he said, as he kissed the top of her head.  “I missed you this morning.” 
She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight for a moment.
A few minutes later, having taken care of the rest of the morning necessities,
they were both standing at the sink, watching each other as they brushed their
teeth.  There had been several false starts at questions, but he knew he didn’t
have the nerve to actually ask.  Ron was curious about her evening, but wasn’t
sure he really wanted to know.  After all, he didn’t want her to enjoy herself
too much.  She still had to settle for him every night after this.  On the flip
side though, he’d had a great time and it would be awfully unfair if she didn’t
have a good time.  So he watched her as she watched him and neither said a
word, though he was pretty sure she was thinking the same thing he was.  They
both bent and spit at the same time in a move that seemed oddly syncopated and
seemed perfectly normal to them.
“How-,” they both asked at the same time, each seemingly have come to the same
conclusion that the other was not going to ask first.
“You go-,” they both said again.  This time the both laughed and smiled at each
other in the mirror.
“Ladies first,” Ron said with a nod of his head.  He thought about saying ‘age
before beauty,’ but he wasn’t sure she would find that very funny given the
disastrous state of her hair and puffy eyes.  He could see by the look on her
face that she was not all that excited to go first.
“Did you… have a good time last night?”
“It was interesting,” he replied in the most blasé voice he could manage.  The
truth was he’d enjoyed himself so much that he would be more than happy to
spend the entire weekend screwing Alicia every which way but over.  “Did you
enjoy yourself?” he asked before she had a chance to inquire further, which he
knew she would.
“It was… okay,” she said hesitantly.
“Just okay, huh?” he questioned as he picked up the matted knot of her hair,
then stuck his finger inside the shirt and touched the hickey on her chest. 
“You can tell me if you had a good time.”
“Really, Mister-It-was-interesting?”  She arched an eyebrow at him in the
mirror, then turned to face him.  “I walked by Alicia’s room a couple of times
last night.  It sounded like was begging for mercy in there.”  She hopped up to
sit on the vanity and draped her arms over his shoulders.  “It’s important that
we be honest with each other about this.  You were the one who said we wouldn’t
know if we’d gone too far until it was too late.  The only way for us to make
sure everything is okay is for us to be honest with each other about what’s
going on.”
Ron ducked his head and looked at his feet until she leaned in and looked up at
him.  “I guess you’re right,” he said in a quiet voice.  “I just didn’t want
you to… think that I’d… I don’t know, had a really good time without you being
there.  I mean, I just wanted to make you feel better about it.”  He gave in as
she pulled him close, and he put his arms around her.
“Did you spend the whole night with Alicia?”
“I did.”
She took a deep breath and he tensed slightly.  “Did you like it?  Was she
better than me?”
Ron let out a long breath and pulled her closer to him.  “Hermione, you are the
love of my life.  No woman, no matter what, will ever compare to you.  Was she
better than you?  No.  Different, yes.  Better, no.”  Ron said it with all the
conviction he could muster.  He really did love her, and wouldn’t trade what he
had with her for anything.
“How is she different?” Hermione asked as she continued to cling to him.
There was something else going on, Ron was smart enough to realize that, but he
didn’t know what.  He did know that he would have to tread lightly, though. 
Things like, ‘she’s a freak, and she fucks like a porn star’ certainly weren’t
going to play well.  “She does this thing with her throat, and she can get my
entire dick in her mouth.  All of it, right down to the base.”  He could see
she was about to interrupt him, so he hurried on.  “She said she could teach
you how to do it, too.  She says it’s not hard, you just have to know the
trick.”
“And you want me to learn this trick?”
“Oh my God, you’d be a fucking goddess if you learned that.”  He realized that
he might have gone too far in his excitement, but he was so caught up with the
idea he couldn’t stop.  “You’d be like a love and sex goddess.  Like, Herm-
Aphrodite or something.”
“Herm-Aphrodite?”  
Ron stopped and looked at her as though he didn’t know why she didn’t
understand.  He held up one hand, “Hermione, love of my life.”  He held up his
other hand, “Aphrodite, Greek goddess of love and sex.”  He brought his hands
together, “Herm-Aphrodite, love of my life and sex goddess.”  He didn’t
understand what the problem was when she smiled wryly and shook her head in
defeat.
“Ron, you do know what a hermaphrodite is, don’t you?”
He stopped with his mouth open, and his hands dropped to his side as his head
drooped.  “One of these days,” he muttered.  “One of these days I’m going to
learn to think before I speak.”
“And rob me of all the entertainment I get from watching you try to swallow
your own foot?”  She took his face in her hands and kissed him; lightly at
first, then more seriously until several minutes had gone by.  She finally
broke away when his stomach rumbled so loud they both heard it.  “The truth is
finally revealed.  That’s why you’re up so early.”
“Want to come help me whip up something?” he asked.
“No, I’m going back to bed.  You’re sister kept me up way past my bed time.”
Ron gave her a more serious look.  “How did it go?”  Hermione had confessed to
him a couple of days ago that she was a little nervous about the encounter with
Ginny, mostly because of the level of expectation.  He had listened and offered
what advice he could about dealing with his younger sister, though he knew that
his wife was closer to Ginny than he was these days.
“It went well,” Hermione replied.  “I hadn’t told her what I had planned, so
she had something else in mind, but she liked what I did.”  She smiled then. 
“I don’t know if I should tell you this or not, but your sister is a fiend; and
kinky, dear God that girl is a perv.”
Ron snorted in response and shook his head.  “I’m not surprised.  There is a
reason there’s so damn many of us Weasleys.”  He leaned in and kissed her
again.  “Sleep well, honey.  Breakfast will be in about 45 minutes if you want
any.”  It was a bit odd to send his wife back to bed with his sister, but they
both knew this whole weekend was going to be a little strange.
“Don’t make any plans for tonight,” she called after him.  He stopped in the
doorway and turned back to her.  “Actually, I’m making plans for you to bring
Alicia so she can teach me that trick, and I’m bringing Bill so we can finish
what we started in the hot tub last night.”
“Wow, great minds do think alike.” he replied.  “Alicia was saying this morning
that we should see if we could track you and Bill down.  Then my stomach
rumbled.”
“Leave it to your stomach to ruin a good idea,” she teased him.  She walked
over and kissed him again before leaving the room and heading down the hall. 
Ron watched as she climbed the stairs to the attic, then head down to the
kitchen.
Breakfast came together fairly quickly.  He could grill, and was decent at most
other cooking, but breakfast was his specialty.  Things had gone even better
when Alicia, fresh from the shower and wrapped in a towel, had come down and
helped.  He had asked if she wanted to put on some actual clothes, to which she
responded, “Why, I’m just going to take them off again.”  He couldn’t argue
with logic like that, and since the towel just barely covered her he was more
than happy to let her parade around in it.
Ron flicked his wand across the cook-top and sent a gentle breeze wafting
through the house.  The smell of cooking bacon was better than an alarm clock
where his brothers were concerned.  It was a trick he had learned from his
mother during those brief few weeks he had lived at home after finishing
school.  In true Weasley fashion, Fred, George, and Harry all wandered into the
kitchen, rubbing at their eyes and sniffing the air. 
“Cor, little brother,” George said as his eyes went wide.  “How long you been
up?”
“Your wife woke me up a couple of hours ago.”
“And you came straight down here and started working?” Fred said in shock, then
shook his head in abject disappointment.
Ron slipped an arm around Alicia and kissed her cheek.  “No, we did all this in
about half-an-hour.” He waved at the bowls of cut fruit, trenchers of scrambled
eggs, platters of griddle cakes and French toast, and carafes of juice
negligently as though it were nothing; though he did take a certain amount of
pride in the shocked looks of his brothers as he lifted the last of the bacon
on to the platter.
The boys all filed by and gave Alicia a kiss and a grope of thank you, which
she happily accepted.  “Oh, I see how it is,” Ron mocked an injured tone.  He
was not prepared for the response he got when Fred leaned over and wetly kissed
his cheek and squeezed his butt. 
“Is that better, Ronniekins?” Fred teased him.
“I think I could have done without that,” Ron replied, wiping at his cheek. 
Everybody laughed as they began to pile food on their plates.
“This is right proper woman’s kitchen,” Charlie said derisively as he walked in
and looked around.  “Cleaned up and everything.”  He turned and looked at Ron. 
“Your wife’s got you trained like a right proper little bitch, she does.”  He
shoved Ron toward the coffee maker.  “Get me some coffee, bitch.”
“Fuck you, get your own fucking coffee asshole.”  Ron then made a point of
refilling Alicia’s tea and asking her how she took it.
“So,” George said around a mouthful of food, “can you believe that shit about
Fleur?”
“I can’t believe we didn’t know that,” Fred replied.  “One would think that
with all the stuff I own I would have one of those.  Of course, it could be
that I do and I just haven’t seen it yet.”
“I’ve seen it,” Harry said with smug superiority.  “It’s fucking amazing.  I
have to say though, she is way sexier in person.”
“And you didn’t tell anybody?” George said incredulously.
“Actually, I didn’t know it was her until last night,” Harry replied, a little
defensive.
“What are you guys talking about?” Ron asked. 
“Yeah, what are you guys talking about?” Bill asked as he walked over to the
massive island and reached out to steal a piece of bacon.  Lavender slipped
past him and grabbed the seat between Ron and Harry.
Fred and George both prostrated themselves before Bill and began chanting. 
“Oh, mighty manly man, Bill.  Oh, god among men.  Teach us thy secrets, oh
master.”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Katie said as she looked down at the boys.
Bill looked down at his brothers on the floor.  “My guess is they just
discovered that my wife is a porn star.”
“No shit?” Charlie said, as he pushed past Ron and started filling his plate. 
Ron’s mouth dropped open.  “Did you just say your wife is a fucking porn
star?”  Bill nodded.  “Holy shit!”
“Did she tell you boys what she wants to do Sunday morning?” Bill asked Harry
and the twins.
“She did,” Harry responded, “but I’m not so sure about that.  I mean, I have no
problem with gang-banging Fleur if that’s what she wants, but I am Harry Potter
and we are the family of the Minister of Magic.  It would be pretty
irresponsible of us to tape that.  What if that tape got into the wrong hands?”
“Are you a wizard or what, Harry?” George chided him.  “There’s no reason for
anyone to ever recognize any of us.”
“Actually, Fleur wants you to keep your own faces so she can go back and watch
it again later.  She has high expectations that you boys will really come
through for her.  George is right though.  We’re all wizards, it’s not like we
can’t transfigure the copies into something else for safekeeping.”
“I don’t know, I’m going to have to think about that,” Harry said as he pushed
his empty plate away.  “Has anybody seen my wife this morning?” he asked the
group.
“The attic room at the top of the stairs,” Ron replied.
“How the fuck would you know that?” Charlie said in an accusing tone as he
punched Ron in the back of the head.
Ron whirled out of his seat and shook off Lavender’s restraining arm.  “Because
I watched my wife go up there to join her, asshole!”  Ron shoved Charlie back,
but he barely moved, except to toss his plate on the counter.  Ron was pretty
sure he was biting off more than he could chew here.  Even though he was fully
eight inches taller than Charlie, he was probably giving up thirty pounds of
muscle mass.  “Just because you look at women like some kind of piece of meat
doesn’t mean I’m some kind of sick fuck.”  Ron shoved him again. 
Ron was amazed at just how fast Charlie could move, despite his bulk.  His head
snapped to the side as a solid fist struck him, then doubled over as another
landed in his stomach.  He felt Charlie’s arm wrap around his neck.  “You’re
just a bitch, so don’t try to act tough with me.”  Ron could feel hands and
arms pulling them apart.  He took the cheap shot and punched his older brother
in the nuts.  Charlie immediately let go and Ron came up gasping for air.  “I
always knew you were a fucking pussy,” Charlie snarled.  “You even fight like a
little bitch!”
Ron was ready when Charlie lunged forward though.  He slid to the side, tripped
him, and followed him down with a punch to the back of the head like he’d
learned before leaving Auror training.  He didn’t resist as a couple of people
pulled him away from the groaning figure.  “And you better stay the fuck away
from my wife too, asshole,” Ron threatened him after he had shaken off the
people who were holding him.
Charlie pushed himself to his feet, and immediately a wall of Weasleys
interposed themselves between the two brothers.  Lavender pushed herself
through them and grabbed his arm.  Ron couldn’t hear what she whispered to him,
but he didn’t need to.  Charlie shook her off and turned on her next.  “I don’t
need some stupid whore telling me what to do.”
Ron was about to push his way through to interpose on Lavender’s behalf, she
was a friend after all, when she turned on Charlie.  “You’re a fucking
Neanderthal, Charlie.  I don’t ever want to see you again.  Why don’t you go
back to the forests of Romania and see if you can find yourself a nice, quiet
she-wolf to fuck.”  She turned and stalked from the kitchen area.  Charlie
turned and walked through the den and headed outside, slamming the door as he
went out.
They all stood around looking at each other for an uncomfortable moment. 
“Bacon’s getting cold,” Fred quipped as he turned to go back to his seat. 
There was some nervous laughter and Ron teased him about stealing his rightful
place as the guy who thinks with his stomach.  Fleur and Angelina joined them
and asked about the ruckus, so the story was recapped.  Angelina concurred with
Alicia’s assessment that Charlie was spending too much time in the wild.  Fleur
kissed Ron’s cheek and healed the black eye that was starting to form. 
Finally, everybody tucked back in, except Harry, who went in search of his
wife.
--------
After a quick shower, Harry crept up the stairs to the attic.  The fold down
staircase creaked something awful, and he wanted to surprise his wife if at all
possible.  The doorknob clicked softly as he opened the latch, and he pushed
the door open a crack so he could peek in.  He got a little nostalgic as he
took in the room that resembled Ginny’s childhood bedroom.  He remembered
kisses stolen amid quiet giggles in the dark of the night as her parents
slumbered just across the hall.  He remembered the one time they had nearly
been caught having sex, the only thing that saved them was his ability to
Apparate and the fact that she had left her nightgown on.  He smiled at the
fond memories, but the sight before him now made him smile even more as he
opened the door and slipped in to the room.
Ginny’s strap-on harness hung from the headboard, its focus pointing
suggestively at the occupants.  The pile of toys on the bedside table included
a couple of items Harry had never seen before, including a translucent pink,
flexible, double-ended dildo.  This was definitely no little girl’s room now. 
As a finishing touch, her bed had been stretched to more easily accommodate two
people. 
Ginny lie in the middle of the bed, most of her covers kicked off, exposed for
anyone to see with her legs slightly spread.  Hermione was nestled down in the
covers and curled up against Ginny’s side, her hand draped casually across her
friend’s shaved crotch.  For Harry, it was like Christmas come early.  He
latched the door and dropped his shorts so that he could crawl in opposite
Hermione.
Ginny shifted slightly as he stretched out next to her.  She was used to him
being on this side, so she simply scooted over, as though inviting him to come
closer.  He chuckled softly as Hermione snored a bit and snuggled back down. 
He waited a moment to see if either was going to wake.  When it became apparent
that they were both asleep, he reached out and rested his hand on Hermione’s so
that his middle finger lined up with hers over Ginny’s clit.  With his middle
finger, he began to stroke ever so slightly.  When neither one of the girls
woke up, he began to move his fingers a bit more.  Ginny was starting to get
wet, and the bit of lubrication allowed his and Hermione’s fingers to slip in
more easily.  He leaned forward a bit and began to lick her nipple.
Ginny moaned and turned slightly toward him.  He leaned in as well, his tongue
exploring the puckering flesh of her large areola.  He pressed his hand down
slightly, putting pressure on her clitoris as he pushed a finger inside her. 
She moaned again, a little louder this time as she pulled him close to her.  He
glanced up, Ginny was still asleep.  He loved doing this to her, she was so
sexy when she slept.   He looked over to see Hermione’s eyes fluttering open. 
He shushed her as soon as she opened her mouth.  She looked up and saw that
Ginny was still sleeping, then she looked back at Harry and grinned.
Harry had been slightly aroused by seducing his wife while she slept.  Watching
Hermione nibble on his wife’s breast though was a whole other level of erotic. 
His dick was almost immediately fully erect.  “Do you want to finger her, or
rub her clit?” Hermione whispered.  Harry moved his hand up and spread her
prepuce open with two fingers while his middle finger rubbed her clitoris. 
“Did you two have a good time last night?” Harry teased as he nodded toward the
item hanging on the headboard.  Hermione blushed a bright red and looked away. 
“Which one of you wore it?”  She didn’t answer him, but instead focused
intently on Ginny’s hardened nipple.  “Fuck,” he breathed, “I’d have given my
left nut to see that.”
“Maybe some other time,” Hermione said with a smile as she looked up.  “You’re
wife isn’t planning on this being a one shot affair.  We can talk about that
another time, though.”
Harry’s mind was suddenly flooded with possibilities.  The idea of Hermione and
Ginny on their knees in front of him in matching Hogwarts uniforms set his
blood racing and sent his arousal level through the roof.  He wanted Ginny
awake, and he wanted her awake now.  Normally, he seduced her gently when she
was sleeping, but now he wanted to fuck her silly.  For that matter, he wanted
to screw the hell out of Hermione too, but having his wife wake up while he was
fucking her best friend might be a little crass, even by his standards. 
He rubbed her more actively and bit down on her nipple until she whined.  He
was rewarded with a slight stirring.  He felt it first in her hips as she began
to hump back against them.  Her breathing became shallower and she began to
pant as they continued to work her over.  Harry knew they had her right where
he wanted her when she began to whimper and started trying to form words, ‘fuck
me,’ being the most audible one. 
“Swap with me,” Hermione whispered as he felt her hand intrude against his.  He
gave way grudgingly, but when Ginny started to settle down, he quickly slid
three fingers into her and began to work them back and forth.  Hermione gave
him a sly smile, then moved up closer to her ear and started to nibble.  “Cum
for me, Miss Weasley,” she said in a slightly commanding voice just loud enough
for Harry to hear.  Ginny’s eyes snapped open, looked to Hermione, looked to
Harry, and then closed as her resistance broke.  Harry was pretty sure they
heard her screaming in the kitchen.
“That… was… not… fair,” Ginny panted after she had come back down.
“All’s fair in love and sex,” Harry replied as he leaned in and kissed her.
“Two on one when the one is sleeping is fair?”
“You were the one who got to have the orgasm,” Hermione replied.  “We did all
the work, you got all the pleasure.  I’d say it was fair.”
“Can’t argue with logic like that,” Harry said.  “After all, she is the
smartest witch of our generation.”
“Oh, shut up,” Hermione retorted, “or else I’ll stick something in that clever
little mouth of yours.”
“Like what?” Harry dared her.
“Ginny, hold him down.”  Harry started to squirm, but he underestimated the
girls.  Granted, Ginny pinned him down by the simple of expedient of rolling
over on top of him and then sitting up.  Conveniently, this meant that her
pussy was rubbing against his cock.  To further complicate matters, Hermione
turned head for tail as she rolled over and straddled his face, pinning his
arms under her knees.  “Now,” she said as she reached down and tickled the head
of his cock, “why don’t you put your overly-clever mouth to a useful purpose.”
Harry certainly wasn’t going to argue with that idea.  He freed his arms, then
adjusted the way she was sitting so that she was more conveniently placed.  Her
pussy was already open to him when he tasted her.  She leaned forward just a
bit and it was perfect.  He speared into her with his tongue and began moving
it around.  She apparently liked this because she began making pleasant little
sounds as she started to rock back and forth slightly.  He could hear the girls
kissing above him and he wished he could see that, but he kept at his
business.  He loved the taste of Hermione’s pussy and she rode him fairly hard.
“Come on sweetie,” Hermione said, “let’s give him something really nice.” 
Ginny lifted up off of him and he felt a hand wrap around his cock.  “There you
go, now come back down.”
“No, I’ve got a better idea,” Ginny replied.  Harry wondered what the hell she
could have in mind.  He couldn’t think of anything better than fucking his wife
and eating Hermione’s pussy.  “Suck him a little bit, get his cock good and
wet.”
“You can’t tell me you’re not wet enough to take him.”
“Oh, that’s not it at all.  I just want to see you suck his dick.”  Ginny
crawled off of him and lay down across his legs.
“You perv,” Hermione teased her.  Then he felt Hermione’s tongue bathe the head
of his cock before she sucked a bit of into her mouth.  “Is that what you
wanted to see?”
“Uh huh,” Ginny replied. 
Harry felt warm breath on his cock, then a bit of a lick, and a small kiss.  He
actually wished he could see what the hell was going on, because it was obvious
the two of them were playing some kind of game, and he was the ball, or balls,
as it were.
“Oh, you cow, stop teasing me and suck his cock already,” Ginny whined. 
Hermione laughed, and then spent the next couple of minutes torturing Ginny by
teasing, but not pleasing, his very frustrated member. 
Harry was about to beg for some release himself when she finally got serious
and wrapped her mouth around him.  He moaned into her pussy and tried to keep
his concentration focused so he could continue licking her.  It got more
difficult though, when his wife started massaging his balls.  He spread his
legs a bit wider, hoping his wife would take the hint and come in closer.  She
didn’t though, and Harry listened as Ginny told Hermione how hot she looked
with her mouth stretched around his massive cock.  Finally, Hermione pulled up.
“Why don’t you show me how it’s done?” Hermione asked Ginny.  Then he felt the
familiar sensation of his wife’s mouth enveloping him.  “That’s nice,” Hermione
cooed.  She pushed back against his mouth again to encourage him to start
licking again.    He adjusted slightly though, since she was more upright.  Her
arse was right on top of his mouth now, so he spread her slightly and ran his
tongue over her sphincter. 
She made a pleasant kind of sigh and told him he was doing a fine job.  Harry
continued rimming her, enjoying the flexing and response of her ass.  She was
nice and tight there, and she reacted very well to his ministrations.  He would
keep it up as long as she would let him, but then she bent back down again, so
it was too much of a stretch for him to be able to continue effectively.
Then he felt it, as his wife moved up to the head, Hermione leaned in and began
kissing the base of his prick.  He let out a sigh of ultimate satisfaction as
the two girls started working him in tandem.   They traded back and forth,
taking a couple of sucks and then letting the other.  Then he felt a warm mouth
on his balls, sucking on one, then the other as his cock was stroked and sucked
and licked.  He told the girls just how much he appreciated their efforts and
that he would be perfectly happy as long as they kept it up.
After a few minutes, Ginny stopped and sat up.  “I have an idea,” she said as
Hermione pushed herself upright.  Harry stopped what he was doing as well so he
could pay attention.  “Trust me, he’ll like it, you’ll like it, and I’ve wanted
to try this for a really long time.”    He felt a hand, Ginny’s he thought,
wrap around his cock, which was then pointed upward.  Hermione leaned farther
forward and he could feel her mouth on the head of his prick again.    He
craned his head forward a bit and began to lick her clit while she tongued his
head.  “That’s it dear, get it good and wet for me.”  After another minute or
so of this, Ginny finally declared it good, and Hermione sat back up a bit. 
“Keep hold of it dear,” Ginny said; then she said, “no, lower.”
Harry finally realized what she was doing, when he felt the soft globes of her
arse separate around his cock.  “You dirty girl,” Hermione teased her, as Harry
felt his cock push into Ginny’s ass.  She seemed to be at kind of an odd angle,
like she was leaning back.  It felt good though; of course fucking Ginny’s ass
always felt good.
“Mm, almost perfect,” Ginny sighed.  “Hermione, would you lick my cunt while
Harry fucks me?  I’ve always wanted to have my pussy licked while I’m getting
fucked.”  Harry began to move his hips more, making sure his wife got a good
fucking out of this.  “Oh my God, yes!” Ginny screamed.
At that moment, Harry would have given his left nut to be able to see what was
going on.  Unable to split his concentration anymore, he focused on banging his
wife.  Unlike some girls, once she had her first orgasm, her second was usually
pretty close behind as long as she didn’t have time to cool down.  Ginny was
almost crying, begging them to keep at it, to make her cum. 
Suddenly, Ginny started screaming out, “Oh fuck, just like that. Suck it,
Hermione! Just. Like. That.”  Not to be out done, Harry planted his feet on the
bed and started hammering in and out of his wife.  In less than a minute his
wife was screaming incoherently, the sure sign of a good hard orgasm.  Finally,
she stopped, and pulled away from the two of them.  Harry fell back to catch
his breath, and Hermione dropped down to lie flat on top of him. 
“I think she liked that,” Hermione said, a bit of a teasing tone her voice. 
“What do you think Harry?”
“Sounds like she did,” he agreed.
“Uh huh,” Ginny agreed, somewhat weakly, as she crawled up beside Harry.  She
hooked an arm around Hermione’s leg and rested her head on the calf as she
wrapped her own leg over his.  “This is kind of odd,” Ginny said as she nestled
against the leg she was resting her head on.  “Nice, but a little awkward.” 
Reluctantly, Harry let Hermione up as she moved to climb off of him.  He had
really wanted to get some more time on her ass.  Ginny scooted in closer to him
and started licking his nipple.
“Tell me, you got anything left in the old boy?” Hermione asked as she reached
down and stroked his cock a bit.
“I feel like I could fuck all morning long,” he answered, and fully meant it. 
He was nowhere close to finishing yet, which was kind of unusual for him, but
he certainly wasn’t going to complain.
“Good, but I think we need a different platform.  Hand me Ginny’s wand.”  He
looked over and saw it on the night stand along with all of the other stuff. 
He handed it to her as she sat down on the edge of the bed.  She smiled at him,
pointed the wand at the camp bed across the room, and gave a flick of her
wrist. 
The bed began to stretch, then fill out, growing arm rests and full cushions
and a deep seat as a back rose above it.  When it was done a large, deep chair,
red couch stood in its place.  “That should be better,” Hermione said with
approval.
“Very nice,” Harry said.  The couch was an exact match of the one that he and
Ginny had in their bedroom at home.
“I assume that the reason you two have a couch in your bedroom is so that you
can have sex on it.”
“You would assume correctly,” Ginny said with a smile as she lifted her head. 
Harry swung out of bed and offered the girls his hands.  “Shall we?”  They took
his hands and obligingly followed.  He had no idea what they had in mind, but
anything that involved him being naked with both of them on a couch couldn’t be
bad.
*
Hermione allowed herself to be pulled from the bed and drawn into Harry’s
embrace along with Ginny.  The three of them stood for long moments, kissing
and fondling one another.  Hermione felt a bit passive, and a bit tired from
her extended romps with a very enthusiastic Ginny.  She was only too happy to
follow where the other two led.  Ginny seemed to be the most aggressive, and it
was not too long before she pushed Harry down on the couch.
“I need to get fucked,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone.  Once Ginny had
Harry positioned where she wanted him, she turned her back to him and straddled
his hips.  “Want to come give us a hand?” she coyly asked Hermione.
Hermione was just about to drop to her knees, sensing that what Ginny wanted
was for her to lick both of them as they fucked, when she had a different
idea.  She knew Ginny wanted it, she had said as much the night before. 
However, Hermione was going to have to try something that she wasn’t
particularly comfortable with for it to work.  “I have a better idea,” she said
as she stepped between Harry’s knees and began to kiss Ginny’s breasts as she
reached down to stroke his hard cock.  She stepped back.  “Turn around, ride
him cowgirl style,” she instructed Ginny.
Her younger friend gave her a perplexed look, but did as she was instructed.
 Once she was facing her husband, she straddled him again, and lowered herself
onto his cock.  “Oh, fuck, that’s what I needed,” Ginny moaned as she settled
down on him.  Harry began to bounce her up and down, and she got more vocal,
telling anyone who would listen how much she liked it when Harry stretched her
cunt.  Hermione could do without Ginny’s overly crude language and dirty talk,
but it turned the two of them on and she was not here to gainsay them.
Hermione walked over to the bed and picked up the object that was hanging on
the bed post.  It was an odd looking contraption: all straps and buckles and
long phallus.  She had watched Ginny put it on a couple of times last night,
and was pretty sure she understood where everything was supposed to go and
how.  She stepped into it and pulled it up.  It took a moment of fiddling with
the buckles until it fit her snug enough that it wouldn’t slide or fall down. 
It was a very strange feeling, almost surreal, to look down and see a “cock”
protruding from her pubic bone.  It was very life-like in color and texture,
and almost matched her own skin tone, as though it could almost be her cock. 
That was a very odd thought indeed.  She reached down and stroked it once or
twice, just getting a feel for the alien object.  Not that it was completely
foreign to her; Ginny had made love to her with it at least twice last night.
She picked up the tube of lubricant from the night stand and approached her two
friends.  They were kissing at the moment, so Hermione was able to get behind
Ginny without her friend seeing what she was planning.  She considered getting
down on her knees and licking and sucking them a bit, Harry even grabbed a
handful of Ginny’s arse and spread her wide; but the sight of the anus gaping
lewdly in front of her was too much.  It was going to be enough of a leap for
her to do this, but she knew Ginny would appreciate the effort and would get
over any lack of oral stimulation.
She squeezed a generous dollop of the cold, slick substance in her hand and
spread it liberally over the dildo protruding in front of her.  As she watched
herself stroking it, she was overcome with this urge to stick it in something. 
This wasn’t a desire to do something to please somebody else, but was just a
desire to fuck something.  She decided to put that thought away for later
examination, but she was also going to indulge it now.  She pushed Harry’s
knees together and straddled them as she stepped up behind Ginny, who was
moaning and begging her husband to fuck her harder.   Harry had her arse spread
wide, as though he was using it for a handle so he could bounce her harder. 
She reached down and put her left hand on the small of Ginny’s back, to
minimize the movement she was making, and took hold of her “cock” in her right.
“I have something for you, Ginny,” she said in a husky voice as she pushed the
tip against her friend’s sphincter. 
“What’s tha- oh, fuck!” Ginny arched her back and shouted as Hermione pushed
the head inside. 
It took a fairly concerted effort on Hermione’s part.  The channel was
restrictive and pushed back against her as she tried to move it slowly in.  She
was concerned about how hard was too hard to push, having been on the receiving
end but having no real sensory feedback from what she was doing.  The motion of
pushing forward with her hips was also strange to her, normally she would be
shifting her whole body against the intrusion, but now she was limited to using
her hips and legs.  She shuffled her feet forward so that her hips were back
now and she could thrust deeper.  She reached down and took hold of Ginny’s
hips.  “Am I going too fast or too hard?” she asked her friend.
“No!” Ginny shouted.  “Oh, God that’s good.  More, give me more.”  Ginny’s head
dropped down to rest on Harry’s shoulder as she pushed back to take on more of
the invading member.  “Oh, God, Harry.  She’s fucking me in the ass.  Yes!  Can
you feel it, Harry?  Can you feel her fucking me in the ass?”
“Oh, yeah,” Harry groaned.
She wondered how Harry would feel it; having never been double-penetrated she
wasn’t sure of the exact mechanics of it.  Ginny seemed to be thoroughly
enjoying it though, so she was optimistic as well as curious about getting to
try it herself later. 
“Harder,” Ginny moaned as she pushed back against her lovers.
Hermione focused now, trying to get a good rhythm as she drove in and out of
her friend.  She pulled back on Ginny’s hips so she could put more force into
each thrust.  She was getting into the movement now, rocking her hips back and
forth as she moved Ginny forward and backward.  Her strokes were long and hard,
making Ginny grunt with every thrust.  Ginny’s soft ass rippled with every
contact, and Hermione gave it a playful smack that made her yelp in surprise. 
Beneath the girls, Harry was pumping in and out of his wife with all the speed
he could muster; his hips actually elevating off the couch so he could fuck
even faster.  Hermione wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up
though, the positions were unfamiliar to her muscles and joints, and her hips
were getting sore.
“That’s it!” Ginny screamed.  She arched her neck back and keened as another
orgasm made her body shake and quiver.  After several long seconds, during
which both of her lovers continued to fuck her with everything they had, Ginny
collapsed against Harry and clung to him.  “God, that was amazing.”  She smiled
over her shoulder.  “You should let us do it to you.”
“I’m not sure I could take that right now,” Hermione replied with a smile.  She
leaned down and kissed Ginny full on the lips.  “I’m glad you liked it.  Do you
want us to keep at it until Harry gets his?”
“Oh, God, no; I don’t think I can take any more right now.”  Ginny pulled
herself up off Harry. Hermione backed out of her as well, and took a couple of
steps back so that she was no longer straddling Harry.  Ginny rolled to the
side and flopped down on the couch.  “I don’t suppose,” she said with a wicked
little grin, “that you two would let me watch you fuck.” 
“Hmm,” Hermione put a finger to her lips and gave Harry’s hard cock an
appraising glance before looking him in the eye.  “Would you like to fuck me,
Harry?”
“Every day and twice on Sunday,” he replied with a smile.
“Too bad it’s not Sunday,” she replied as she undid the buckles and dropped the
strap-on rig on the floor.  She stepped up and spread her legs around Harry’s. 
His cock was very hard in her fingers, and she stroked it lovingly, looking
forward to having a real cock inside her again.  She settled down over it,
rubbing it back and forth over her labia a few times so that they were both
well lubricated, then let it slide into her as she slowly dropped down on it. 
She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, and the feeling was both
painful and pleasurable. 
“I’d almost forgotten just how tight your pussy is,” Harry said with a groan as
he pushed the last bit of his cock up into her.  He pulled her down to him and
kissed her forcefully.  She returned his kiss with enthusiasm and wrapped her
arms about his neck.  She was happy to let him do most of the work as he took
hold of her arse and began to bounce her hips up and down.
She opened her eyes a bit and looked to the side.  Ginny was leaned against the
back of the couch, her feet curled under her, and she watched the two of them
intently.  One hand traced casual lines along her body, stopping to pinch a
nipple or squeeze a breast.  The other hand was held fast between her thighs. 
Hermione decided that if Ginny was having that a good time watching, maybe she
would give her a really good show.
Hermione leaned back and pulled Harry’s hands up to her breasts as she
continued to rock back and forth on him.  He followed her lead perfectly and
began to knead her breasts and pinch her nipples.  He began to talk as well,
telling her how much he liked her tight pussy and hard nipples.  She glanced at
Ginny, careful not to make it obvious, and saw her friend staring at the point
where they were joined.  She stopped rocking, and started bouncing again,
making sure to get a good amount of lift so that Ginny could see Harry’s slick
cock sliding in and out of her.
“Oh, yeah, baby.  That feels good.”  Harry set his hands on her hips and began
to thrust hard up into her.  She could feel the tightening in her thighs and
buttocks that indicated her orgasm was starting to build.  She responded to
Harry’s prompting with several cries of her own.  He leaned forward and drew a
nipple into his mouth: licking, sucking, nibbling, and even biting it.  After a
moment she grabbed him by the head and pulled him to the other.  With her free
hand, she began to play with the nipple he had just abandoned.  It felt so good
to be fucked like this, it had been a while since she had done it on a couch
and she had forgotten just how much she liked being on top like this.  She
began to rock her hips back and forth as she continued to ride up and down on
Harry’s thrusts.
“Oh, God, fuck her Harry, fuck her good.”  Hermione’s eyes snapped open, she
had almost forgotten that Ginny was watching them. 
“You like that,” Hermione said.  “You like watching your husband fuck my hot
little cunt?”  Both of them stared at her for a second.  It was odd to say
that, it felt crude and nasty in her mouth, but she knew that both of them used
the word frequently in their love-making.  She took a couple of seconds to
formulate a new phrase or two, since they did not come naturally to her.  She
pushed Harry back against the couch and began to bounce harder on him.  “That’s
it, Harry.  Stick that nice, big dick into my cunt.  Fuck me harder.  Cum in
me, Harry, fill my pussy up with your hot cum.”  She looked directly at Ginny,
who had her head back and was obviously fingering herself hard.
“Spread your legs, Ginny,” Hermione commanded.  “Let me see you finger that
nasty cunt of yours.”  Ginny did as she was told.  She got up on her knees,
with her legs spread wide apart and shoved four fingers inside herself. 
Hermione was having a hard time keeping her eyes on her friend though, because
Harry was pounding into her like he was trying to force his dick through the
top of her head.  She could feel her orgasm stalking her now, bounding closer
on every one of Harry’s hard strokes.
“That’s it, Harry, fuck me good,” she managed gasp out between thrusts.  Ginny
seemed to be getting close as well.  She was so close, she just needed that one
last thing to set her off.  She reached out and grabbed Ginny’s nipple.  She
squeezed and twisted it, knowing that Ginny’s nipples were not nearly as
sensitive as her own. 
Ginny let out a keening cry as she began to shudder.  “Oh, fuck!” Hermione
shouted.  “That’s it, cum for me, Ginny!”  Ginny’s body racked as she thrust
her hips forward and shoved her fingers in up to the last knuckle with a cry
that she was cumming.  It was all Hermione needed.  Her orgasm burst inside her
and flooded her with warmth and hypersensitivity.  Harry continued to jack-
hammer his cock in and out of her, and it felt like she was on fire.  She
leaned forward and supported her weight by resting against his chest as her
arms draped around his neck.  She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
She felt, more than saw, Ginny roll off the couch and drop to the floor behind
them.  Harry’s legs were spread, and he let out a groan as Ginny did something
to him.  “Cum in her, Harry,” Ginny wheedled.  “Cum in her pussy for me.” 
Hermione shuddered as she felt a warm tongue caress her asshole.
“Yes, Harry,” Hermione added as she licked his ear.  “Cum in me.”  She nipped
his earlobe and began to kiss his neck.  “Please cum for me.”  She bit down on
his neck and began to suck on him.
“Oh, fuck,” Harry called out and slammed Hermione down against him.  She could
feel him spurting inside her.  There didn’t seem to be much, two or three good
jerks and a couple of little squirts, but it was enough.  Harry slumped down
against the couch and Hermione collapsed against him.
“Not yet, Hermione,” Ginny said as she moved away from them.  She somehow found
the strength to push herself up and looked down to see Ginny laying down on the
floor with her head near the couch.  “Bring me that beautiful pussy, all full
of my husband’s spunk.”
“I can’t,” Hermione responded.  “I just can’t take anymore right now.”
“Please,” Ginny whined.  “Just let me try it, I’ve never been able to do this
before, and it turns Harry on so much.”
Against her better judgment, and with Harry’s help, she finally pushed herself
up off the couch.  She settled on the floor, with her knees on either side of
Ginny’s head and facing Harry.  She started to lower herself on to Ginny’s
mouth, but two hands pushed against her bum to hold her up.  “Spread your pussy
open,” Harry said in awed kind of voice as he leaned forward, his eyes fixed on
her crotch.  This was almost too bizarre for her, but it seemed to please her
two best friends.  She reached down and spread herself open.  Her entire pubic
region was sore, but an electric jolt went through her when Ginny’s tongue
lightly brushed over her distended labia.  She could feel herself leaking, but
she could tell by the sound of Ginny’s coos and moans that her friend was only
too glad of it.  Harry seemed to almost be in a trance as he watched.
She leaned back a bit and looked down.  Ginny was putting on a show for her
husband.  First, she’d lick or suck on Hermione’s pussy, then crane her neck
back and open her mouth so they could see what she had.  Finally, she would
swallow it, lick her lips, and go back for more.  After a minute or so, when it
was obvious there was nothing more to be had, Harry dropped to his knees in
front of them and asked his wife to suck him clean.  Hermione sat down on
Ginny’s chest and watched her suck his cock as best she could from the position
she was in.  Finally, he pulled it from her mouth and bent down to kiss her. 
She could hear them mumbling platitudes and sweet nothings to each other
between kisses. 
She was about to push herself up and leave them to it when Harry sat up and
pulled her to him in a loving embrace.  “Thank you so much,” he said as he
nestled fingers in her hair and kissed her cheeks and forehead.  “You have
helped make so many fantasies come true for us last night and this morning.” 
He kissed her soundly on the lips.  “I can’t tell you how much I love you for
all you’ve done for us.”
“Me, too,” Ginny said as she reached up to stroke Hermione’s cheek.  “I love
you so much, Hermione.  If there is ever anything I can do in return, please
tell me.”
“Thank you,” she said sincerely, “and you are both very welcome.  I thoroughly
enjoyed myself, and yourselves,” she added with a grin.  “Right now, I think I
could use some help getting to a shower though.”
“Really,” they both said in unison; each gave her the same look of lewd
speculation.
“That I’m going to take by myself,” she replied in a tone that would brook no
argument.   Both of them had the look of scolded puppies.  “Alright, you can
join me, but no funny business.”  They both smiled and she knew that there
would be funny business aplenty despite any objections she might have.
 
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