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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Ginny_Weasley, Harry_Potter/Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger/
      Harry_Potter/Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger/Harry_Potter, Hermione
      Granger/Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger/Ginny_Weasley, Harry_Potter/Ginny
      Weasley/Ron_Weasley/Hermione_Granger, Ginny_Weasley/Ron_Weasley
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Hermione_Granger, Ron_Weasley, Ginny_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Vaginal_Sex, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Rimming, Masturbation, Mild_Incest, Anal
      Play, Fingerfucking, Frottage
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-04-19 Completed: 2012-10-17 Chapters: 16/16 Words: 44151
****** That Need ******
by HPTrio
Summary
     Sometimes people have needs they can't satisfy alone. Sometimes that
     need requires help from friends.
Notes
     Please note all listed pairings/warnings. The "underage" warning only
     applies to early chapters and characters involved are of similar age.
     Not all warnings will apply to each chapter, but all will be found
     somewhere within. Writing on this story is finished and it will be
     posted at a rate of no less than one chapter per week until it is all
     here.
     If this particular pairing is not your personal cup of tea, please
     keep checking under my user name. I plan to archive all my work here
     and, while everything I've written is in the Harry Potter fandom, I
     write several different pairings; het, slash and multi.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** As If Time Had Frozen *****
Not for the first time, Harry Potter lay awake on his four-poster in Gryffindor
Tower, painfully aware of the throbbing erection straining to escape from his
pyjamas. He resisted the urge to take the problem in hand – to provide himself
some much needed release – because the ragged breathing combined with the
occasional moan coming from across the room told him someone, probably Neville
Longbottom given the direction of the sound, was doing just that. Somehow it
seemed too weird, or even a little perverted, that they’d be doing it together.
After all, that isn’t something a guy does with just anybody. He wished Neville
had thought to use the Silencing Charm Professor Flitwick had taught them the
previous year, but Neville probably hadn’t expected anyone else to be awake at
that hour.
Harry grinned in spite of his present discomfort. It was actually quite nice to
be awakened from a particularly vivid dream and have to deal with an ache in
his groin. Usually it was a blinding headache and the burn of his scar caused
by his frequent nightmares that disrupted his sleep. Now, instead of the
slitted red eyes of Lord Voldemort, his dreams were often filled with visions
of a fiery ginger-haired witch, and the salty-sweet taste of their first kiss
in the common room after the last Quidditch match of the season, or the
leisurely afternoons they’d spent down by the lake, bodies pressed together
whilst they snogged.
A soft grunt from the bed next to Harry’s made him feel slightly guilty about
his present condition. The redhead sleeping there was his best friend, Ron
Weasley, and it was dreams of Ron’s younger sister, Ginny, that had gotten
Harry into his present state. He didn’t think Ron would be too pleased if he
knew the kind of thoughts he was having about Ginny right now. Not that either
Harry or Ron had really had any sexual experience to discuss, but before Harry
had begun to fancy Ginny, he and Ron had been able to discuss the girls they
sometimes fantasized about. It kind of helped them ease the tension caused by
all that unrequited teenage lust.
Gratefully, since his thoughts were doing nothing to ease his present
situation, Harry noticed the sounds coming from Neville’s bed had ceased. He
slipped quietly out of his own bed and headed for the boys’ loo where he could
wank comfortably in the shower. He would allow the water to caress his body
while pretending it was Ginny’s gentle fingertips tantalizing his heated flesh.
Lost in this blissful thought, Harry didn’t notice that Ron was awake as well,
or he might have made some effort to suppress his grin and camouflage the
protrusion in his pants as he crept past Ron’s bed.
Ron struggled with his own feelings as he watched Harry pad across the dorm,
the front of his pyjamas clearly leading the way. He knew what Harry was going
to do. After sharing the same dorm room with him and the other three Gryffindor
boys for nearly six whole years now, they really had few secrets from one
another. He knew, as they all did, the sounds that each of them made when they
pleasured themselves. Likewise, he knew the general rhythm each preferred,
because until they’d learned to cast Silencio in fifth year, they’d all been
bold enough or thick enough to wank in their beds at night, thinking either
that no one was awake or that they could be quiet enough that no one could
hear. It was rubbish, of course, but they all spared one another’s dignity by
never talking about it. Even without that though, Ron would know about Harry.
Harry had been Ron’s best mate since the train ride from King’s Cross Station
in their first year at Hogwarts. They shared a closeness that often let one
know what the other was thinking or feeling, even when no words passed between
them. Ron knew that Harry had a hard time with his feelings about Ginny in the
beginning, and he was actually quite touched when Gryffindor won the Quidditch
Championship a few weeks earlier, somehow leading to a very public kiss between
Harry and Ginny in their house common room afterward. Harry had looked to Ron
for his approval before leading Ginny out through the portrait hole.
Admittedly, Ron was a bit overprotective of his baby sister, but if she was
going to be snogging anyone, he was glad it was Harry. Of course, Ron knew that
snogging alone was not enough to satisfy a randy sixteen year-old boy, and that
was why Harry was now wanking in the shower. As far as he knew, Harry’s
relationship with Ginny was still in the snogging stage. That was probably all
he wanted to know if he was honest with himself so, unlike if Harry had been
going out with some other girl, Ron didn’t ask too many questions.
Pushing Ginny from his mind, Ron got out of bed and tried the bathroom door.
Clearly Harry had remembered the Silencing Charm as there was no sound coming
from the other side, but he’d not bothered with a locking spell, which Ron
added as he entered the warm, steamy room. Harry was already in the shower, the
hard lines of his body softened by the semi-transparent shower door. It made
Ron feel happy to see the look of intense pleasure on Harry’s face, even though
it pained him slightly to know that it was undoubtedly caused by indecent
thoughts of Ginny. Harry’s life outside Hogwarts had offered him precious
little happiness and above all else, Ron wanted Harry to be happy. He knew the
trials that still lay ahead for his friend – that it was prophesied that it was
Harry who must ultimately kill You-Know-Who, or be killed by him – and if Ginny
could make Harry smile, then Ron would have to make himself okay with that. Ron
grimaced a bit when he realized that he himself couldn’t even think Voldemort’s
name, let alone say it aloud, yet Harry would be expected to face him in a
battle to the death.
Harry bit his lower lip and his muscles tensed as the slow, steady rhythm of
his hand stroking his cock moved him ever closer to release. Ron subconsciously
wet his lips with his tongue as he allowed his eyes to travel the length of
Harry’s body then focus on the droplets of water that fell from Harry’s dark
hair. He followed their path onto Harry’s shoulder and watched as they
slithered leisurely across his muscled chest. A particularly delicious drop of
water paused at Harry’s nipple, while Ron imagined catching it with his tongue,
before it dripped yet again onto Harry’s abs and slipped quickly down into his
nest of dark curls, where it was crushed by the downward stroke of Harry’s hand
as he continued to bring himself off. Ron sensed instinctively that Harry was
close.
Ron supposed all the boys in their dorm had started touching themselves
experimentally at some point during their third year. He’d watched Harry often,
just as Harry had watched him. At first, he’d watched in the dark of night
through the hangings on their beds, youthful curiosity to see if everybody did
it the same way, and of course to see who was bigger there. Towards the end of
third year, after they’d both finally realized they were watching each other,
they gave up the pretense of not knowing. Wanking together became as
comfortable between them as anything else. They never actually set out to do it
together on purpose – at least not at first – but if one happened to catch the
other at it, it was accepted between them that it was okay to join in. Watching
somehow seemed to create that need, and Ron knew that Harry took his greatest
pleasure from an unhurried wank, just like Harry knew Ron wanted it hard and
fast – almost wild – with just the occasional slow stroke or two thrown in to
let him keep himself in check so he could hold out as long as possible. Ron
liked knowing Harry was watching him, which was usually what made those
occasional slow stokes necessary.
It wasn’t until just before the start of fifth year, mere weeks after Harry had
witnessed a fellow student murdered by one of Voldemort’s followers, that Ron
had slipped into Harry’s bed at Grimmauld Place in an effort to comfort him
during a particularly bad nightmare. Ron had wanted to help his friend get some
much-needed sleep and crawling into the bed for comfort was what his mum had
always done when he or Ginny had nightmares growing up.
It was the right thing to do in Harry’s case, Ron decided, because Harry’s
breathing slowed and he stopped thrashing about once he felt the security of
Ron’s arm draped casually across his waist.
Clearly, Harry had been more than a little surprised the next morning when he
awoke to find himself nose to nose with Ron, their normal teenage morning
erections bumping together from the sheer closeness of their bodies. His sharp
intake of breath had woken Ron, who brushed off Harry’s embarrassment by
telling him he’d done it so Harry would shut up and let him get a good night’s
sleep. He knew Harry would feel ashamed of himself if he thought he’d sounded
so frightened during the night that he’d needed protecting from his nightmares,
so Ron didn’t mention he knew Harry was having nightmares. He made it sound as
if Harry had just been snoring too loudly and Ron had crawled into his bed so
he could nudge him each time he tried to start up again.
Ron was, in many ways, jealous of Harry’s fame, but he still felt very
protective over him because Harry had not grown up in a proper home with the
kind of love he’d always known from his own parents and his many siblings.
Harry was raised by an aunt and uncle who made no bones about letting him know
what a burden he was to the happy couple and their precious "Dinky Duddydums" –
or whatever the hell it was they called their oaf of a son, Dudley. In that
way, Ron felt very sorry for Harry and wanted somehow to share the love he’d
always had from his own family with Harry.
Ron climbed into Harry’s bed on several more of Harry’s restless nights in the
few weeks that remained before their return to Hogwarts for fifth year, and
Harry even found his way into Ron’s bed on a couple nights when the nightmares
had been bad, but not bad enough that he’d woken Ron. They didn’t really talk
about it by daylight, because they never really acknowledged that snoring
wasn’t the cause of their sleeping arrangements, and because it would have been
too embarrassing for Harry to admit that having Ron hold him helped him let go
of his fears, or for Ron to admit that he liked holding Harry, because it was
one of the few things he could do that truly seemed to help his friend.
It was on the last night before leaving Grimmauld Place that their
circumstances took an unexpected turn. Harry was always slower falling asleep
than Ron, and was having trouble sleeping at all over Ron’s snores that
particular night. Harry had gotten out of bed and headed for the kitchen,
hoping that some of Mrs. Weasley’s excellent fried chicken was still in the
fridge, but he’d stopped short of opening the door because he heard voices
coming from within the kitchen. It was the familiar sound of Sirius and Remus
talking and laughing congenially, apparently reminiscing about their own days
at Hogwarts and their sexual escapades with some of the girls who were there
then. Harry knew he shouldn’t listen, but his curiosity got the better of him,
because these were his father’s best mates and he wondered if they might
mention either of his parents as they talked.
Although the only mention of Harry’s parents was at the end of the
conversation, when Remus sighed and said softly, "Yeah, but James was the lucky
one, because he was the one who got Lily in the end," Harry had heard enough –
in rather vivid detail – from the two Marauders about the girls they’d bedded
in seventh year to leave him with a raging hard-on to go with the rumble in his
gut from having failed dismally in his search for a midnight snack. He walked
uncomfortably back to his and Ron’s room and climbed into bed, turning his back
to his friend, who was still snoring in the other bed. He was desperate for a
wank so he could at least relieve one of his problems.
After a few minutes of frantically humping his own hand, Harry was so focused
on himself that he failed to notice the absence of Ron’s snores. He’d been so
worked up after listening to Remus and Sirius talk about Sirius’ having been
the benefactor of twins going down on him together because the full moon had
caused Remus to miss their double date that he’d abandoned his usual leisurely
technique in favour of Ron’s more frantic tactics.
Ron, who knew Harry’s leisurely wanking rhythm so well by then he often
secretly mused he could probably get Harry off as well as Harry could himself,
failed to recognize the true cause of his friend’s erratic breathing and the
jerking motions of his body. He instead mistook them as signs of a particularly
nasty nightmare.
Both boys were more than a little surprised when Ron quickly plopped himself
into bed behind Harry and dropped his arm protectively over Harry’s middle,
only to realize that this time the previously comfortable position now left his
hand competing with Harry’s, which was wrapped firmly around his cock.
For a long, awkward moment, it was as if time had frozen.
Harry’s hand ceased its pumping motion. He didn’t turn to look at Ron, nor did
he even dare to breathe. He knew Ron hadn’t known what he was doing, but his
brain refused to work out a simple solution to the predicament they’d found
themselves in. Ron’s eyes came dangerously close to popping from their sockets
upon registering what he’d just done, but his hand didn’t seem to know how to
let go of Harry’s cock and his brain wasn’t sure what to do with the knowledge
that he was now gripping his best mate’s erection – and that he kind of liked
it. In fact, the only movement at all in that bed came from Ron’s own cock as
it woke rapidly from its slumber and poked – rather insistently – into Harry’s
hip. Ron wished he could spontaneously combust right there on the spot.
The seconds ticked by like hours until Harry finally did the only thing a brave
Gryffindor could do; he moved his own hand and wrapped it firmly over Ron’s,
then used it to stroke himself until he spurted his release all over the both
of them. He caught his breath and rolled over to face Ron, whose very
embarrassed face was clashing spectacularly with his flaming red hair in the
moonlight. He untied Ron’s pyjamas, reached in, and grasped Ron’s now rock-hard
cock with more confidence than he actually felt and began pumping it, slowly at
first, then picking up speed as Ron encouraged him by thrusting into his hand.
Harry didn’t release his grip until Ron spilled between them, his mouth
slightly open as if lost somewhere between pleasure and shock. It wasn’t until
Harry leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against Ron’s lips and lightly
brushing his tongue across the inside of Ron’s jaw, that Ron’s brain really
clicked into gear again. He looked nervously at his friend.
"Harry, I’m umm…" but Harry cut him off.
"It’s okay, Ron. Go to sleep."
And they did.
After that, Ron and Harry would sometimes reassure one another that they were
not poofs because they did both fantasize about girls on a regular basis, and
neither of them could even think of doing what they sometimes did together with
any other bloke without feeling a bit nauseous, but neither was making a
sincere effort to find himself a girlfriend either. Each was content with what
they did together – sometimes just watching, sometimes helping – both
acknowledging that sometimes it just takes the touch of another person to
really make that need go away.
It was like that now as Ron untied the string on his own pyjamas and reached
inside, knowing his current hardness was not from thinking of Hermione –
although she was usually the subject of his fantasies. It was merely from
watching Harry. Ron loved the way Harry’s body had matured over the past two
years, more hard lines and angles, taller and more muscled from Quidditch, and
from his tireless defense practice in preparation for this inevitable battle
with Voldemort. He also loved the way the little droplets of water from the
shower trickled down Harry’s body, slipping into crevices that Ron had
sometimes explored with his fingertips and with his tongue. He wondered now if
they would still share that since Harry had started seeing Ginny. Part of him
believed that they shouldn’t because it wasn’t really fair to her, but all of
him knew that he’d miss Harry’s touch if they didn’t. Ron licked his lips again
as Harry came and he spilled onto his own hand just as Harry was sliding the
shower door open.
Harry started when he saw Ron, and blushed a little, certain that Ron knew what
he’d been thinking about.
"Bloody hell, Ron," Harry exclaimed in a effort to convince him otherwise, "you
could’ve told me you were there or you could’ve just come in and helped."
Ron, who was still holding his now-sticky member, looked a bit uncomfortable
but felt it was time to say something.
"Look, Harry, I know you were thinking about Ginny in there and I’m okay with
that, I think. I mean, I’m not excited about her sleeping with anybody, but if
she has to, I guess I’d rather it be you than some of the other blokes she’s
gone out with. But I’m not sure I want to know details since it’s Ginny, which
is kinda disappointing really since I’d hoped you could tell me what it was
like if you got any before I did." He hesitated just for a second, then blurted
out, "You haven’t yet, have you?"
Harry stepped out of the shower and reached for his towel, water still dripping
seductively from his body.
"Ginny’s still a virgin far as I know, mate. Course, she did go out with Dean
and Corner before me. Merlin, I hope she didn’t give it up to one of them,
‘specially not Corner. I kind of want to, to – you know – but it’s hard (both
boys grinned at each other stupidly from the implication) err, yeah, umm, with
her being your sister and me knowing all your brothers and your parents. I keep
worrying that your mum would hex me if she found out. I doubt she’d be too
pleased, and she scares me more than your dad sometimes. ‘Course, I doubt your
mum would be too pleased if she knew about us, come to think of it."
Harry’s words were the truth, and he didn’t really see the need to tell Ron he
had a pretty fair idea of what Ginny’s breasts felt like from the way she
pressed her body firmly against him when they kissed, or that she probably had
a pretty good idea of the size of Harry’s cock from the way it always responded
to her presence.
Ron began to laugh. "We’re pretty pathetic, mate. I can’t get a date and you’re
too scared of my mum to take advantage of the one you have. Ron frowned before
he continued. "I guess I did always think we’d at least be able to wank
together."
Harry wanted to reassure Ron that nothing had changed between the two of them.
He didn’t want things to be different with them, but he didn’t really think it
would be right to be with Ginny and have a physical relationship with her
brother at the same time.
"Ron," Harry began tentatively, "why don’t you just tell Hermione you fancy
her?"
"Hermione?" Ron feigned confusion, although if he were fooling anyone, it was
only himself. "I don’t fancy Hermione. I mean, I love her and all, just like
you do, but she’s our best friend."
Harry knew better. He had suspected Ron fancied Hermione Granger even before
the two of them had saved her from the troll in first year. Of course, if Ron
hadn’t hurt Hermione’s feelings for showing him up in Charms class, she might
not have been trapped in the loo by the troll in the first place, and she
wouldn’t have needed rescuing at all. Somehow that incident had transformed
their relationship from being that of two awkward first-year wizards who were
annoyed by the bossy, know-it-all, first year witch into one of a solid three-
way friendship that would, without question, last a lifetime.
Ron was absolutely right. Harry did love Hermione, and she loved him, just like
they both loved Ron and he loved them. But that wasn’t the same kind of love
Harry was talking about. He was certain Ron fancied Hermione when he saw how
Ron reacted to Hermione showing up at the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum in the
trio’s fourth year. But even now, nearly two years later, Ron refused to admit
it, even to himself.
"Yeah right, only we’re each other’s best friends too, and that doesn’t seem to
keep all our clothes on," Harry said jovially, as he finished dressing. "Let’s
get back to bed before the others wake up, or they’ll think we’ve been wanking
together."
Ron tucked himself back into his pyjamas and the two of them slipped back into
their dorm room and into their own beds.
***** At Least It Was A Weasley *****
Hermione Granger sat alone on the bed, waiting and thinking. It all seemed so
long ago now. In a way, it was; it was near the end of the summer holidays,
just before the start of fifth year at Hogwarts.
Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
had wasted no time after learning from Harry late in their fourth year, at the
end of the Triwizard Tournament, that Voldemort had regained his body.
Dumbledore had immediately begun to recall the old members of the Order of the
Phoenix, reforming the group and planning a strategy. But then the school year
ended and the students returned to their homes, most of them getting their only
information from the Daily Prophet, which was even more useless than usual. The
Minister of Magic had plainly refused to believe Dumbledore that Voldemort was
back, and used his influence to keep any news about Voldemort, or his Death
Eaters, out of the wizarding world’s premiere newspaper.
Hermione had been rather surprised, and a little alarmed, by Ron’s owl so early
in the summer holiday, telling her that Professor Dumbledore had asked that she
go to the Burrow as quickly as she could, and remain with the Weasleys for the
rest of the summer. Ron’s parents were members of the original Order and had
pledged their support once again to Dumbledore the same night Harry witnessed
Voldemort’s return. Hermione feared Dumbledore’s request must have something to
do with this, and she was very worried that something might have happened to
Harry since there was no mention in Ron’s letter of him going there as well.
Upon her arrival, Hermione was almost relieved to learn that Harry was still
stuck on Privet Drive with his wretched Muggle relatives. The Dursleys were
awful people, at least from what Harry had told her and Ron, and they resented
everything about Harry, particularly the fact that he was a wizard. So even
though Hermione was relieved, she was still worried for Harry at this news as
well. She knew that Harry was safe, but she also knew that he was miserable
with the Dursleys, and he would be angry that she and Ron were together at the
Burrow, while he was stuck with the Muggles.
Having already had the first couple weeks of summer to grow accustomed to being
left out of adult conversation, Ron and Ginny offered to help Hermione settle
into Ginny’s room, where she’d stayed the summer before when visiting the
Burrow to go to the Quidditch World Cup. As she unpacked, Ron and Ginny told
her what little they knew of what was going on, and how their two oldest
brothers, Bill and Charlie, had joined the Order, but they cautioned her not to
mention Percy because he’d had an awful row with their dad over what Mr.
Weasley deemed was a "suspicious motive" behind his son’s recent promotion at
the Ministry. In the end, Percy had moved out and was no longer speaking to
their parents. Ron said Order members came around to the Burrow quite often,
but always clammed up whenever he, Ginny or the twins were around. About the
only useful thing they did know was that Professor Dumbledore had found a place
to be used as Headquarters for the Order.
It was to Headquarters, ultimately, that Dumbledore planned for Hermione to go,
along with the Weasley family, and where eventually Harry would join them,
although Dumbledore seemed to think it was important that he stay on at Privet
Drive for a while longer. Hermione found it very frustrating that Professor
Dumbledore told her and Ron very little, and insisted that they not communicate
anything at all to Harry about where they were or what they were doing, as long
as Harry remained with the Dursleys. Professor Dumbledore seemed in no hurry to
remove Harry from what Harry often referred to as "Holiday Hell," but he wasn’t
particularly forthcoming with any information about why Harry needed to stay
there or for how long.
By the time everyone settled in to sleep that night, Hermione’s mind was
buzzing with thoughts about all that was going on in the wizarding world, none
of which was particularly pleasant, and she worried that she would never get to
sleep. She tried to focus on Ginny’s steady breathing behind her in the bed
they shared. It was comforting to know she was not alone, with Ginny sleeping
peacefully behind her. She giggled inwardly thinking it would be nice if it
were Ron there instead of Ginny. She’d had a crush on Ron ever since they were
first years, although she’d never actually admitted it to anyone, but she
thought Ginny might at least suspect she fancied him.
When Hermione finally slept, it was nearly morning. She awoke reluctantly as
the sun came pouring in through Ginny’s window, and she realized Ginny was
cuddled against her back with an arm thrown casually across her waist. Hermione
closed her eyes again and drifted softly back into a comfortable sleep. The
next time she opened her eyes, the sun had shifted slightly and was less
glaring. Ginny was still behind her, her breath warm on Hermione’s neck, and
her hand, which had somehow found its way through the loose armhole of
Hermione’s gown, was resting softly atop her right breast, causing Hermione to
moan softly.
The sound woke Ginny, and her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment when she
realized she was pressed against Hermione with her hand on Hermione’s bare
breast. For a moment she was too stunned to even move, then her brain engaged
and she quickly sat up, taking her hand away abruptly, but nearly choking
Hermione with her own gown since her hand didn’t slip out nearly as easily as
it went in. She murmured an awkward apology to Hermione, blushing
spectacularly.
Hermione simply laughed at Ginny, smiling at how vividly her red hair clashed
with her now crimson face. "It’s alright Ginny, you’re used to having your bed
all to yourself. Don’t worry about it. Just go back to sleep." But there was no
going back to sleep, for there was a knock at the door just then, followed by
Ron’s voice telling them his Mum had breakfast ready.
The girls spent most of the day sitting in a shady spot of grass in the field
outside the Burrow, watching Ron play Quidditch with the rest of the Weasley
boys, excepting Percy, of course. Ginny liked to play, but Hermione hated
flying and when she finally gave up her attempt at playing as a bad job, Ginny
quit with her so she wouldn’t feel so left out. Ginny was a year behind
Hermione and Harry and Ron at school, but they’d always got on well since Ginny
started at Hogwarts in the trio’s second year, and since Ginny was Ron’s only
sister, it kind of led to an automatic friendship between the two girls. They
chatted about school, giggling and gossiping about some of their classmates,
which Hermione rarely got to do since she was always with Ron and Harry at
school and had very few female friends. Eventually the conversation focused on
boys and all the couples at school, or the suspected couples. The girls talked
about their own love lives – or rather the lack of them – since Ginny’s crush
on Harry was thus far as fruitless as Hermione’s crush on Ron, although Ginny
did tell Hermione she was pretty certain Ron fancied her but was just too thick
to admit it even to himself. Hermione’s blush at the mention of Ron merely
served to confirm what Ginny had long suspected – Hermione fancied her brother.
Neither girl spoke about how they’d woken up that morning until time to go to
bed that night. When Ginny caught herself watching Hermione undress to put on
her gown, she told Hermione if she was uncomfortable sleeping with her after
what had happened before, she would kip on the floor and Hermione could have
the bed.
"Don’t be silly. It was an accident," Hermione said in her most practical tone.
"Besides, if I waited on your brother, no one would ever touch them." Both
girls giggled and blushed. Then they snuggled into the small bed next to each
other, this time with Hermione pressed up behind Ginny, and fell into peaceful
sleep.
The next morning, Mrs. Weasley woke them early with a rare surprise. She said
Arthur had managed to take the day off work and they were going to visit a
nearby lake for a picnic and to go swimming, because they’d be moving into
Headquarters the following day, and from what she’d been told, the place was a
mess and they’d have their work cut out for them making it livable. Mrs.
Weasley packed a huge lunch and several blankets since there were nine of them,
and they set off on foot for the lake since not everyone was old enough to
Apparate. It was only a mile or so away.
As soon as they’d arrived, clothing started to fly as everyone, even Mr. and
Mrs. Weasley, had worn swimsuits underneath their walking clothes in
anticipation of a refreshing dip in the cool lake water. Hermione held back a
little, sort of embarrassed to take off her clothes because her swim suit was a
two piece one from the year before. It fit her pretty well at the time, but her
breasts had started to develop a little more since then and her hips had gotten
a bit fuller. She was suddenly very aware of how little fabric there was in a
two piece bathing suit.
The older boys didn’t bother her so much – well, maybe Fred and George a little
since you could always count on the twins to tease you about something – but it
was Ron who made her the most uncomfortable. He and Harry were her best
friends, but somehow without Harry here, she felt more like a girl. It felt
more like she was staying with her friend, Ginny, and just happened to fancy
one of Ginny’s brothers.
"Hermione, come on," hollered Ron, barely evading George’s playful attempt to
drown him in the shallow water. "It feels great out here!"
Hermione turned her back towards the boys and pulled her t-shirt over her head,
then pushed down her shorts, stepping out of them. She hoped if she moved
quickly enough she could get into the water before anyone really noticed her.
"Wow, Hermione," said Fred, smiling at her, as Ron stood gaping at her with his
mouth slightly open.
"You really look good!" added George, making Hermione blush nearly as pink as
her swimsuit.
Ron opened and closed his mouth a couple times, but no sound came out, and he
soon realized it was best just to close it.
Overall, the day was wonderful, although Hermione was much less self-conscious
in the water than she was out of it. She did eventually give in to Ginny’s plea
to lay with her on a blanket on the shore and soak up some of the plentiful
sunshine, a concession she thought later might have been best avoided, as she
looked in the mirror after her shower at her brilliantly red, sunburned skin.
She jumped when Ginny knocked at the bathroom door, barely pausing to hear
Hermione’s soft "who is it?" before opening the door.
"Goodness, Ginny," Hermione said upon seeing her friend, whose skin was even
redder than her own, and probably looked even worse because of Ginny’s
plentiful freckles. "You’re even more sunburned than I am!"
"I know, and my hair makes it look even worse. We should have listened to Mum
and got in the shade sooner. She’s given me a potion we can put on each other
to take the burn out. It should even stop us from peeling if we put it on
pretty soon."
Hermione didn’t even bother to dress since she’d have to take her clothes off
again in Ginny’s room to let her apply the potion. She just got Ginny to check
the hallway for stray brothers, then ran the short distance to Ginny’s room
wearing only her towel.
Hermione shivered slightly as she lay face down on the bed. The room was far
from cold, but she was very conscious of her lack of any clothing. She was both
uncomfortable with the idea of Ginny’s hands on her body and a little excited
by it. No one else had ever had their hands on the parts of her that were
usually hidden under her clothing, but the idea of another girl touching her
like that wasn’t supposed to excite her. She supposed it was just from having
spent the full day marveling at the masculinity surrounding her with all the
Weasley boys wearing nothing but swim trunks. Every last one of them was
gorgeous – lean and muscular and very sexy. Mr. Weasley was balding a bit, and
his job at the Ministry didn’t keep him quite as fit as his sons, but he wasn’t
exactly hard to look at either. Hermione shook her head slightly trying to
clear the thoughts of Weasley men from her mind as she was beginning to tingle
in places not touched by the sun.
"Mum said we’re supposed to apply liberally and allow the potion to remain on
the skin a couple minutes for the healing to start before thoroughly rubbing it
in," said Ginny. "This may be cold."
And with that, Ginny began to drizzle the potion across Hermione’s shoulders
and back. It tickled as it ran across her skin, but surprisingly, it was not
cold at all. In fact, it had almost no temperature and it was very soothing.
Since it was supposed to soak in a few minutes before rubbing, Ginny slowly
worked her way down Hermione’s body, pouring potion onto her friend’s lower
back. Ginny smiled a little to herself as she realized how little unburned
flesh there was on Hermione’s bum, and as she remembered how warm she’d felt
watching the seductive sway to Hermione’s hips as she’d run from their blanket
on the beach into the lake to cool off. She continued to pour the potion across
Hermione’s hips and down the length of each leg, noticing how it dripped
intimately into the crevice between Hermione’s upper thighs. Ginny bit her
lower lip and shook her head slightly, wondering why she was beginning to
tingle in places not touched by the sun.
"Umm, let me know if I hurt you at all. I’ll try to be really gentle while I do
this."
Hermione felt Ginny’s hands on her shoulders, softly rubbing the potion into
her sore, sunburned skin. The feeling was quite exquisite; the softness of
Ginny’s touch and the silkiness of the potion, plus the relaxing feel of a
massage. Hermione allowed her mind to wander, scarcely noticing as Ginny moved
downward, until she felt Ginny’s fingers graze her inner thighs, and Hermione
couldn’t help but suck in a deep, steadying breath.
"Am I hurting you?" Ginny asked, alarm in her voice.
"Umm, no. It’s okay, it feels good actually," Hermione said, not really sure
what else to say, but allowing her legs to fall a bit farther apart to give
Ginny better access to the runny potion, then shaking herself mentally. Girls
weren’t supposed to make her want to spread her legs. Her mother would remind
her, of course, that at her age, neither should boys.
As Ginny rubbed in the last visible traces of potion on the heels of Hermione’s
feet, she was a little surprised at herself when she realized she was thinking
more about how much she was enjoying herself and less about the healing effects
of the potion.
"This isn’t Harry you’re rubbing," she silently told herself, very aware of how
much she wished that it were.
Hermione was surprised at how good Ginny’s touch felt. The potion must be
really good because there was no pain or soreness left on her backside, and she
blushed slightly when she realized she was getting warm in places the potion
had not touched. Again she told herself, girls were not supposed to create
those feelings in her.
Ginny’s voice startled her out of her thoughts. "Why don’t you roll over and
I’ll do the other side."
Without thinking, Hermione obeyed, feeling only slightly uncomfortable as Ginny
looked at her naked body and wondering if Ginny’s wide-eyed stare was concern
over the burn or interest in the view. Ginny said nothing, but stood at the
foot of the bed, this time pouring the potion from foot to shoulder, never
taking her eyes off Hermione’s bare skin. Hermione thought she may have noticed
her friend blushing slightly, but it was hard to tell with all the sunburned
skin.
After a couple minutes, Ginny began her gentle massage with the toes on
Hermione’s right foot, lovingly caressing each one while moving at a pace that
was both agonizingly slow and tantalizingly erotic, working her way up to the
crease where Hermione’s thigh joined her body. The anticipation was almost too
much for Hermione and she almost cried out in protest when Ginny moved again to
her feet to repeat the massage on her left side. At the juncture of left thigh
and body, Ginny stopped and moved herself up onto the bed, even with Hermione’s
bum, and leaned over her slightly to resume her work.
"Why don’t you just sit on me?" suggested Hermione. "It can’t be comfortable
leaning across me like that without your hands free to support you."
Tentatively, Ginny straddled Hermione’s naked body, the red curls that escaped
from the edges of Ginny’s knickers tangling against Hermione’s brown curls,
causing both of them to tingle inwardly, each of them trying hard not to let
her own reaction to this new sensation show to the other. Ginny resumed her
massage, although her hands trembled slightly this time as she touched the
tight skin on either side of Hermione’s navel. She wondered what was wrong with
her; girls weren’t supposed to make her feel that need.
Ginny worked more slowly this time, a small battle going on in her brain as she
wondered what she should do as she moved upward. She wondered if she should
avoid touching Hermione’s breasts and just go between them where the fabric
from her suit narrowed, leaving sunburned skin there. But then she rationalized
she couldn’t really avoid Hermione’s breasts because the potion was on them as
well. She ignored the relief she felt at talking herself out of skipping that
part of Hermione that she was now so anxious to touch.
Hermione’s heart was pounding so hard by the time Ginny’s hands neared her
breasts that she was sure Ginny would feel it. She tried to remain stock still
and look perfectly calm, as if the two of them were doing nothing more personal
than painting a wall, but the anticipation of Ginny’s hands on her tits, fully
awake and intentional this time, was almost too much for her to bear. When
Ginny finally caressed the swell of Hermione’s breasts, her thumbs brushing
lightly across her nipples, Hermione couldn’t help the moan that escaped her
lips or resist that need to push her hips toward Ginny’s body, nor could she
stop the feeling of shame that swept through her immediately upon doing so.
If Ginny was shocked or upset, she hid it well. Instead, she simply asked,
"Hermione, have you ever been with a boy before? Or a girl?" She continued to
knead Hermione’s breasts until the last traces of potion disappeared.
Hermione’s heart was racing from the physical contact, and from Ginny’s
question, and probably from knowing it would be her turn to do Ginny’s body
next. She was sure Ginny could feel her heartbeat considering the location of
her hands.
"Of course not! I’ve never actually told anyone, but I kind of fancy Ron, only
he clearly doesn’t want me. In fact, the twins were the only ones who even
noticed I was a girl today, and there I was worried about what Ron might
think."
"They weren’t the only ones who noticed, Hermione."
Not sure really what to say to that, Hermione kept silent, but watched intently
when Ginny’s weight lifted off her as she rose to remove her own clothing so
Hermione could heal the damage the sun had done to her that day. For some
reason, it never occurred to Hermione to put her own clothes back on, and when
Ginny stretched out across the bed, Hermione began to dribble the potion slowly
onto Ginny’s freckled red skin.
When Ginny was fairly well covered in the healing liquid, Hermione began
massaging it into her friend, starting with her feet, one hand for each of
them, and working her way upward across ankles, calves, knees and thighs. She
allowed her fingers to follow the curves of Ginny’s legs around each side,
being sure not to miss any area of burned skin, and she didn’t bother to be
extra careful as her hand slipped between Ginny’s upper thighs. She could feel
the heat against her hands as Ginny’s pubic hair tickled her fingers. It was
Ginny’s turn to moan softly, and Hermione took a very deep, slow breath, before
sitting on her friends legs as she moved her hands across Ginny’s bum and
worked slowly up her back and across her shoulders. Ginny automatically rolled
onto her back when Hermione lifted herself off Ginny’s legs.
Following the same route from foot to head, Hermione suppressed a small twinge
of guilt, wondering if she’d given Ginny’s legs sufficient treatment in her
haste to once again straddle her friend’s body.
“Girls aren’t supposed to make me feel this way, to feel that need,” Hermione
thought as her pubic mound pressed against Ginny’s so she could apply the
potion to Ginny’s tummy.
At this point, Hermione’s movements slowed. She was reluctant to finish and
thus end her reason to have her body and hands on Ginny’s body. Ginny thought
Hermione was bashful about touching her breasts, which were still a little
smaller than Hermione’s, but at the moment seemed to be aching with need.
"It’s okay," she whispered throatily. "I did yours."
And so Hermione put her hands on Ginny’s breasts, feeling their roundness and
perky little reddish nipples. She didn’t know what made Ginny reach up to touch
hers again, but she was suddenly very glad of the contact, somehow making it
seem right that she should bend and kiss Ginny at that moment.
Ginny’s lips parted willingly as Hermione’s weight pressed against her and
their tongues met for the first time, both shyly and boldly, neither sure what
they were doing, but both sure what they wanted. Their breasts pressed together
making their hands suddenly in the way, so they began to explore of their own
volition, seeking out the yet uncharted territory behind red curls and brown.
Ginny’s hand found its way first, her fingertips dipping into Hermione’s
wetness as her thumb rubbed against the little nub at Hermione’s opening.
Hermione’s heart felt like it would burst from the heat of Ginny’s touch and
she sought quickly to share the feeling, tangling her fingers in Ginny’s curls,
then plunging a slender finger, then two inside her friend. Instead of her
thumb, Hermione slid her dripping fingers out of Ginny to tease her secret
spot, then disappear again inside. They continued to kiss furiously while their
hands worked between one another’s legs until they both came, panting, at
nearly the same moment.
Neither girl moved for several long moments, both feeling blissfully satisfied
but rather unsure of herself at the same time.
"What’s come over me? What was I thinking?" each wondered to herself, but
Ginny, being the least bashful of the two with six older brothers, was the
first to speak.
"Well, I feel better now, how about you, Hermione?" she asked.
They both laughed and snuggled together, barely remembering to pull the sheet
over their naked bodies before falling asleep.
Hermione was first to wake in the morning and she lay next to Ginny, enjoying
the feel of their bodies pressed together, skin on skin. When she sensed Ginny
was awake from the change in the rhythm of her breathing, she rephrased Ginny’s
question from the night before, "Ginny, have you ever been with a girl before
last night? Or a boy?"
"No, but I’ve thought about it sometimes," Ginny said honestly. "I know I’m
probably too young to think like that, but Mum and Dad were married right after
they left Hogwarts because everybody was scared about You-Know-Who. He killed
Harry’s parents when they were just twenty-one, and now he’s back."
Both were silent for a moment, then Ginny went on, "I always wondered what it
would be like for Harry to touch me the way you did last night, and I was
jealous sometimes, wondering if he’d already touched you that way. I mean, the
three of you are so close – it just seemed – logical."
Hermione smiled at her friend. "I’ve never even thought of Harry like that.
Well, okay, maybe I have a few times. He does look pretty hot in his Quidditch
gear, particularly when he comes off the field all sweaty and looking all happy
because they’ve won. But it’s Ron I’ve always fancied. At least it was a
Weasley who got to me first."
Ginny laughed. "Does last night count? Are we still virgins?"
From that moment on, Ginny and Hermione shared a special bond. Being in
different years at school, they shared neither classes nor a dorm room, but
somehow when either began to feel that need that only a special friend could
fix, they found time to be alone together.
On Hermione’s advice, Ginny worked her way through a handful of boyfriends
while trying to put Harry out of her mind. It wasn’t that Hermione didn’t think
Ginny had a chance with Harry, but Ginny was uncharacteristically shy around
Harry and Hermione thought it would do her prospects with Harry good if she
loosened up a bit around him. Ginny learned a great deal about snogging, and
according to Hermione, became quite good at it, as well as at other things, but
the other things she practiced only with Hermione. She still wanted to give her
boy/girl virginity to Harry, if he ever noticed her. But even if he didn’t,
Ginny knew she hadn’t found the right boy to give it to yet anyway. Dean Thomas
had been the best kisser, she’d told Hermione, but he still wasn’t "the one."
Hermione had fewer boyfriends, probably – she suspected – because of her close
friendship with Harry and Ron. Not many boys were open minded enough to want a
girlfriend who only hung around with other boys. In fact, Hermione had only
dated one boy, Viktor Krum, a seventh year from Drumstrang, who’d visited
Hogwarts during Hermione’s fourth year. He was a Champion in the Triwizard
Tournament, and he actually played professional Quidditch. He’d invited her to
be his date for the Yule Ball, and they’d spent several chilly afternoons in
the school library and sunny afternoons by the lake together during the
remainder of the school year. They still corresponded, even though Hermione
never let Viktor do more than kiss her a few times, having to hold his hands on
some occasions to make them behave. But Hermione was still hopeful that Ron
would eventually come around, and it would be difficult enough making him
accept her intimacy with his sister. She didn’t want to have to explain the
loss of her virginity. Although there were times when Hermione had been tempted
to give in to Viktor, as he was rather good looking, it was Ron she really
wanted.
***** Maybe I Could Offer To Give Him Lessons *****
Hermione sat, anxiously waiting for Ginny to arrive. The older they’d all
gotten, the harder it was for a girl to be the best friend of the two hottest
guys in sixth year (at least, that’s how Hermione saw Harry and Ron). Today,
even though the Quidditch season had ended, the weather had been so gorgeous
that her three favorite players – Harry, Ron and Ginny – all members of the
Gryffindor team – couldn’t resist a little post-season practice. Hermione had
been quite content to sit in the stands and watch since she still hated flying,
but seeing the boys come off the field, skin hot and glistening with sweat, had
always turned her on. It was worse, of course, after a real game, because she’d
hug them both to congratulate them on their spectacular win, then lose herself
in thoughts about them and even some of the other male players hitting the
showers, stripping down together and reveling in their victory. She wondered
sometimes if Harry and Ron ever shared anything like she had with Ginny, and
the images her mind conjured of the two of them together made Hermione ache
with that need between her thighs.
It was different with Ginny. Hermione always gave Ginny a hug of
congratulations as well, but their public physical contact was just that of two
friends and had little actual effect on either of them since a sweaty girl
really wasn’t particularly sexy unless you were having sex with her at the
time, and because they had a better means of celebrating victories in private.
Hermione was about to give up her evening rendezvous with Ginny as a lost cause
when her friend suddenly burst into the room, still wearing the smile Harry had
undoubtedly put on her face.
"I’m sorry I’m late," she said breathlessly, "Harry and I were down by the lake
and I guess the time got away from me." She moved toward Hermione on the bed,
undressing as she went.
Hermione was glad Ginny hadn’t given up their special time when she’d started
going out with Harry, but she couldn’t help the nagging feeling that what had
once been so right between them was now somehow quite wrong.
"Ginny are you sure? I mean, you have Harry now. How did you even get away from
him to come here?"
"Yes, Hermione. For the tenth time, I’m sure," Ginny said. "Besides, Harry had
to see Snape tonight about rescheduling his detention since Snape couldn’t make
it this morning, and kissing Harry all day has gotten me really horny. I didn’t
think it would look too good if I jumped him on the school lawn, and besides, I
always thought the boy was supposed to make the first move. Harry hasn’t, so if
you don’t get out of your clothes and help me out, I may explode!"
Hermione beamed at her and began stripping off clothing as fast as she could,
but then she looked a little sad.
"I don’t guess Ron will ever come around, but at least he’s not snogging "Lav
Lav" all over the school anymore. Maybe if you keep Harry occupied, Ron will
have to notice me."
Ginny put her arms around Hermione, tenderly embracing her because she sensed
Hermione’s poorly hidden depression. Hermione turned to face her and they
kissed, softly at first, almost shyly, then their tongues met and the kiss grew
bolder, as did their touches. Hermione pushed Ginny backwards onto the bed and
began to kiss her way down from Ginny’s pouty lips – swollen from so much
snogging with Harry that afternoon – across the hollow of her throat and into
the valley between her full, round breasts. Ginny had developed quite a bit in
that area since their first encounter and Hermione loved to squeeze them one by
one, teasing and sucking the nipples until Ginny begged for more. Hermione
continued to suckle her friend, one hand still caressing a breast, but allowed
her other hand to explore lower, searching for Ginny’s center. As always, she
could feel the heat building within Ginny before she actually touched her. She
slid a slender finger, then two inside her friend, before using one of those
dripping fingers to tease Ginny’s secret spot, then disappear inside her again.
Hermione and Ginny had matured in their ability to pleasure one another over
the past two years and soon even Hermione’s very intimate massage was not
enough to satisfy that need in the lusty redhead. Hermione knew her well enough
to know when that time came and she moved silently lower on the bed, pushing
Ginny’s legs farther apart to give herself better access. She smiled to herself
as she thought about Harry, and wondered if he would know how to please Ginny.
"Maybe I could offer to give him lessons," she thought wickedly to herself.
Hermione once more thrust her fingers inside Ginny, making them slippery from
Ginny’s wetness, then she withdrew them and stroked the sensitive flesh between
Ginny’s openings before gently slipping one of her fingers into Ginny’s behind.
At the same time, she lowered her head between Ginny’s thighs and alternately
plunged her tongue inside Ginny then worked her swollen nub with that well-
practiced tongue, causing Ginny to moan loudly and press her bum against
Hermione’s invading hand. Hermione found her own little nub with her free hand
and began to tame that need building within herself from pleasuring Ginny.
Ginny panted and moaned for several glorious minutes, gripping the pillows with
her hands as she pressed against Hermione’s mouth and hand, fighting the urge
to let herself go so she could prolong the feeling. When she could stand no
more, she wound her fingers in Hermione’s hair, signaling her friend that
release was imminent, causing Hermione to increase the rhythm of her finger in
Ginny’s bum, while slipping her thumb into Ginny’s pussy and sucking
frantically at her clit. Ginny came furiously, and only when the tension in
Ginny’s thighs relaxed did Hermione lift her head, a tiny bit of Ginny’s creamy
fluid still dripping from her chin. Ginny sat up immediately to kiss the
evidence from Hermione’s lips and lick it from her chin. She wondered absent-
mindedly whether Harry’s orgasm would taste anything like hers and Hermione’s,
and when she might get the chance to find out.
"Harry’s too much of a gentleman for my own good," Ginny sighed inwardly.
Her mind settling back in the present, Ginny rolled Hermione onto her back,
resting her own weight on top of her friend as they kissed. Hermione’s breasts
were still perhaps a little fuller than her own but softer, Hermione being the
less athletic of the two girls. Ginny liked the way they felt when they were
pressed together like this. She also liked the way Harry’s cock felt through
their clothes as they pressed together when they kissed. She felt her own
nipples harden slightly at the contact with Hermione and her thoughts of Harry,
but sacrificed her own pleasure to give Hermione the attention she knew her
friend had undoubtedly needed since Ron and Harry had come off the Quidditch
Pitch with her earlier in the day. Male sweat and hard muscles were always such
a turn-on for Hermione. She wondered if her brother would have any idea how to
pleasure Hermione if he ever managed to pluck up the courage to ask her out.
"Maybe I could offer to give him lessons," Ginny thought wickedly to herself.
Ginny continued to lay on top of Hermione, but moved down so she could nibble a
breast while exploring Hermione’s twat with her fingers. She’d become quite
adept at teasing the nub with her thumb while pumping and wiggling her fingers
inside her friend, and soon Hermione’s center was a pool of heated wetness.
Ginny pushed herself up to a sitting position on Hermione’s thighs so she could
finger herself with one hand and Hermione with the other. She loved to watch
Hermione’s face as she did this, enjoying the sight of her friend with eyes
closed and cheeks flushed with that need.
Finally, before Hermione actually had to beg for it, Ginny lowered herself
again and breathed in the scent of Hermione’s need. Hermione raised herself to
her elbows and finally opened her eyes, wanting to watch as Ginny’s head
disappeared between her thighs. It was only then, as Ginny’s practiced tongue
made contact with her sensitive nub, that Hermione realized Harry and Ron were
standing just inside the doorway watching them. Ron’s eyes were wide and round,
mouth slightly open, as if in complete and utter shock.
"Oh...my...God!" exclaimed Hermione as Ginny’s mouth found her center,
mortified at the sudden presence of her two best friends, and wondering just
how long they’d been watching her and Ginny.
"I know, Hermione," murmured Ginny, as her tongue worked Hermione’s clit and
her fingers slipped inside her friend. "It felt the same way when you did me."
***** Perhaps It Comes Naturally To All The Weasleys *****
Hermione knew it was too late to hide. She sank back onto the bed as Harry
found his legs and moved forward into the room, an uncharacteristically teasing
smirk blooming on his handsome face.
"We’re not alone, Ginny," she whispered, just as Harry rested a hand gently on
top of Ginny’s head, causing her to suck in a great, deep breath and her eyes
to go wide in shock.
"Can we play too?" he asked softly, motioning to Ron with his free hand to come
farther into the room.
Ron’s face was a mixture of desire and alarm, but he couldn’t move. Hermione
was laying naked in front of him! It was something he’d longed to see for ages,
although he’d never had nerve enough even to try to kiss her – hence the
desire. The alarm was in seeing his sister’s face – which had momentarily
blushed crimson – buried between Hermione’s creamy thighs. Ron marveled at
Hermione’s beauty – at their beauty actually because Ginny was gorgeous as well
– but he supposed he shouldn’t be noticing that. Ron’s mind whirled with the
confusion of his thoughts.
"If Hermione and Ginny are together, does that mean they prefer girls? But they
can’t, because Ginny is seeing Harry now. But Harry promised him just this
morning that Ginny was still a virgin far as he knew. And Hermione – to think
he’d been worried about Viktor Krum!"
Neither girl seemed able to speak. Ginny, who was still happily hiding her face
by keeping it buried in Hermione’s pussy, reached out toward where she’d heard
Harry’s voice and grabbed the waistband of his jeans. She pulled him towards
herself and Hermione, then attempted to manipulate his button and zip with one
hand. Clearly that was all the encouragement Harry needed. He took a nervous
glance at Ron, as if wondering how he might react to watching Harry shag his
sister, and then decided it really didn’t matter much at the moment. That need
was simply too great. He hastily began stripping off his own clothing, only
slightly embarrassed by the number of people in the room.
Ron, although still rooted in place, followed suit, except that his motions
were slow and methodical. It was as if he was operating on auto pilot while his
mind wandered aimlessly, trying to grasp the situation. He stood there starkers
without even blushing, whilst Harry moved in behind Ginny and reached for her
bare breasts, pulling her up and back towards his own now-naked body.
Hermione whimpered at the loss of contact when Ginny’s mouth left her, but then
she saw Ron and smiled at him. She said nothing, but when their eyes met, she
shyly looked down toward where Ginny’s head had been moments before, as if
signaling that Ron should take her place.
Ron moved tentatively towards the bed, still acting as if he was in a trance,
or perhaps having a dream he didn’t quite believe, but didn’t want to risk
waking from. His hand brushed against Ginny’s left hip – the one now caressed
by Harry’s left hand – as he moved toward Hermione. He tingled from the
contact, but assumed that was because Hermione was lying naked in front of him.
Cautiously, Ron stretched out next to Hermione on the bed and pulled her
towards himself. He really should explore her mouth before moving into such a
private place, he thought. If Hermione was disappointed by his choice, she
didn’t let it show. She began to kiss him with almost fierce enthusiasm, as the
two of them felt the bed tip slightly from the combined weight of Harry and
Ginny finding a spot of their own.
Harry was allowing his hands to explore every inch of Ginny’s body as their
tongues met. He concentrated on utilizing what he learned while watching the
two girls together over the preceding several minutes, particularly from
Hermione’s assault on Ginny. He absently wondered to himself if perhaps he
might persuade Hermione – at another time of course – to give him lessons on
pleasuring Ginny. She obviously knew the subject well.
Harry and Ron had been walking around in search of Hermione after Harry had
finished with Snape. Ron had finally admitted that he might fancy Hermione, and
maybe it was time to do something about it since it appeared Harry would be
spending less time with him now. Apparently he had been thinking rather
intently as they’d passed the Room of Requirement that he needed to find
Hermione because the door had suddenly appeared, open just enough for him and
Harry to see inside. Although the boys were quite taken aback by the sight
before them, after a quick glance at each other, they’d stepped silently into
the room and closed the door so no one else could join them. Hermione pushing
Ginny’s legs apart and thrusting her fingers inside Ginny’s glistening snatch
was not a sight Harry and Ron were willing to share with anyone else, so they
stood mesmerized while their jeans grew steadily tighter until finally Hermione
spotted them.
Harry assumed he must be doing something right because Ginny closed her eyes
and purred like a kitten as he massaged and stroked her while they kissed, but
then it occurred to him how differently Ginny’s mouth tasted compared to just
an hour earlier, and he realized part of the wetness he’d felt when their
mouths first touched was Hermione. Ginny’s face had been buried between his
best friend’s thighs only moments before, and not only was he tasting Ginny’s
mouth, but Hermione’s pussy as well. The thought caused the tension inside him
to mount with agonizing force and he feared he might explode. Thinking it might
help to get away from the taste of two girls at once, he pulled away from
Ginny’s mouth and twisted around to stare at her ginger curls. He lowered his
face between Ginny’s thighs and focused instead on mimicking Ginny’s actions at
the moment Hermione had caught him and Ron watching the two of them.
When Harry’s tongue dipped into Ginny’s core, he was nearly overcome by the
musky scent of her desire, clearly not helping the state of his erection. Ginny
was already extremely wet, and quite warm – no, quite hot – there, and it was
nearly his undoing when she wrapped her soft hand around his throbbing cock. He
heard Ginny’s groan of anticipation – or perhaps fear – at feeling his size,
followed almost immediately by the same sound from Hermione, who had been
watching them intently Ron was now licking her little nub with an incredible
amount of skill for someone previously inexperienced in such pleasures.
"Perhaps it comes naturally to all the Weasleys," Hermione thought dreamily.
She wished Ron had turned around like Harry so that she could do something for
him. She thought of helping Ginny with Harry, but decided that probably should
wait until another day, just as Ginny reached over and clasped her free hand in
Hermione’s.
The two girls came explosively together in possibly the most intense orgasm
either had ever had, as much from the culmination of their dreams and the
thrill of sharing all their first times together as from the skill of their new
lovers.
Harry was first to lift his face and for a moment, he sat with his feet under
him watching Ron lap at Hermione’s pussy while Ron’s unattended erection
throbbed. With some difficulty, he resisted the urge to grasp it. Might be best
to save that secret for another time, just in case the girls weren’t as open-
minded about their relationship as he and Ron obviously were about the girls’
little secret.
Ginny continued to stroke Harry until the building pressure reminded him he had
his own girl to worry about and he moved on top of her. Harry’s heart pounded
in his chest from the knowledge he was so close to being inside the beautiful
redhead beneath him, but he sort of wanted to wait for Ron to catch up. Perhaps
it was silly, but he’d always done everything for the first time with Ron and
Hermione. After a moment’s hesitation, he lowered his weight onto Ginny’s firm
body, finally enjoying the feel of her bare breasts against his bare chest as
he kissed her, breathing in the still lingering smell of Hermione on Ginny’s
skin. That need was suddenly about to kill him.
Harry groaned loudly when he felt Ginny’s thighs circle his waist and he was
suddenly unsure whether he could wait for Ron to get that far with Hermione. He
wondered why it mattered that they all lost their virginity at the same time.
Then he wondered if he and Ron would be the girls’ first time – other than with
each other, of course. He wisely thought this might be the wrong time to ask.
Ron heard Harry’s groan and looked up from Hermione’s curls long enough to
realize he was lagging behind. He felt rather strange watching as his baby
sister was about to get shagged, but knew there was no one else he’d rather see
her with – figuratively or literally – than Harry. He moved up against
Hermione, pressing the head of his cock against her opening, and he noticed
that Ginny and Hermione were still holding hands.
Harry lifted himself just enough for his erection to find its way to Ginny’s
opening and then he and Ron simultaneously pressed forward, making both girls
cry out in mixtures of pleasure and pain. They squeezed each other’s hands
tightly, little stars of joy exploding in their minds as the barriers they’d
always been careful not to breach gave way to the men they’d been dreaming of
for so long.
Harry was the more cautious of the two, aware that a girl’s first time could be
painful. He didn’t want to hurt Ginny, but he longed to drive himself in and
out of her. He compromised with a few tentative slow stokes to gauge her
reaction, followed by a couple of hard thrusts to ease the need was threatening
to explode within him.
Ron was, as usual, less in control of himself than Harry. He’d wanted Hermione
for so long, really since even before he realized what that need was that he
felt whenever he was around her. He was almost afraid if he didn’t explore
every possibility, the opportunity would be gone forever. He knew that a girl’s
first time might be uncomfortable, but after affording Hermione about a second
to protest, he began to move again, steadily increasing his speed until his
body almost pounded against hers, the little sounds she was making urging him
onward. Ron looked at Harry, seeing the concentration on his friend’s face, and
he allowed his eyes to follow the lines of Harry’s hard body downward to where
his cock would appear, then disappear inside his sister, Harry’s rhythm
starting to increase as Ginny began to match his thrusts.
And then Ron looked at Ginny – really looked at her – from her red curls meshed
with Harry’s black ones, up to her very firm and full breasts, and into her
eyes, which were no longer teasing him about his lack of experience, but rather
were full of longing and desire. He exploded deep within Hermione as his eyes
traveled from Ginny, across the path of their still-joined hands, to Hermione’s
beautiful face.
Harry felt Ginny’s insides contracting around him as she watched her brother
find his release. He felt a new burst of gloriously hot wetness surrounding him
and he knew she too had reached her goal. With a deep and forceful thrust,
Harry gave Ginny all that he had and collapsed on top of her.
Harry was surprised just a little when Ginny whispered very softly, "I don’t
think Hermione’s there yet".
Ginny wiggled her body a little closer to the other couple on the bed and
reached toward Hermione’s brown curls.
"Stay there, Ron," Ginny said as she began to massage Hermione’s nub with her
fingertips, without being too fussed that her hands were touching her brother a
bit as well. "Just push into her."
It was only seconds before Ron could feel Hermione tightening around his still
semi-erect penis and making him wonder as she flooded over him if twice in one
night would be too much to hope for.
***** Can I, Please? *****
Ron collapsed unceremoniously onto his bed when he and Harry reached the haven
of their dorm room later that night. Neither of them had said much since their
unexpected encounter in the Room of Requirement, and Harry was a bit nervous.
Everything had been fine while the four of them were consumed by passion, but
as soon as they’d emerged from the room, things began to feel differently.
Harry and Ginny were fine, of course – their relationship already being public
– but Harry noticed that Ron and Hermione had let go of each other's hands
immediately at the first sign of another person in the corridor. When they’d
parted on the stairs to go to their dorm rooms, Harry had enclosed Ginny in his
arms for a soft kiss good night, but kept one eye open and on Ron. Ron had
barely managed to take Hermione’s hand and stutter through, "Well, umm, you
know, g-g-good night then." He’d leaned in for a half-second press of his lips
against hers, then bolted towards the boys’ tower. Harry saw the roll of
Hermione’s eyes and the little shake of her head that clearly said "Oh
honestly, Ronald" before she went into her own room. Harry had pulled back from
Ginny and whispered, "Tonight was brilliant. I’ll see you tomorrow," before
they too headed for their rooms.
Harry sat gingerly on the foot of Ron’s bed, glad that their roommates had not
yet come upstairs, and waited for Ron to look at him. Ron’s mood was clearly
glum, and Harry was so scared that Ron would be mad at him now that he’d
regained the powers of thought and speech. Ron had told him just that morning
he didn’t want to know too many details about Harry’s love life with Ginny
since she was his sister, so the first thing Harry had done was treat Ron to a
front row seat to watch Ginny lose her virginity. When Ron didn’t look up,
Harry couldn’t take it any more.
"I’m sorry, Ron."
"‘Bout what, Harry?" Ron’s expression was bewildered, and sort of hurt.
The last time Harry had seen that look on Ron’s face had been the night his
name had come out of the Goblet of Fire when Ron didn’t believe he hadn’t put
it in himself. That was not a good sign in Harry’s opinion.
"About Ginny and me, and while ago," Harry said cautiously, not sure how Ron
might react. It wouldn't have been any less than he deserved if Ron punched
him, or hexed him.
Ron did the one thing Harry wasn’t expecting – he smiled at him.
"That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen," Ron said, a grin
splitting at last.
Harry wasn’t sure if he meant watching Hermione with Ginny, or him with her,
but he hated to press his luck too much.
"So you’re okay with it then?" he asked tentatively.
"Yeah," Ron said, then, "No, I mean, I’m okay about you and Ginny, but now what
am I going to do? I’ve never even told Hermione I fancy her, but now I’ve
shagged her. I’ll never be able to look her in the eye again. I don’t even know
if she likes me, or if she was just horny and I was handy when you pulled Ginny
off her. Shite, Ginny even had to help me finish her. Hermione’s gonna hate
me."
Ron looked so miserable, Harry couldn’t help moving closer to him on the bed.
Harry actually had to put his hand under Ron’s chin and lift his head so that
Ron would look at him, both of them feeling the contact somewhere other than
where their skin actually met.
"Ron, Hermione’s always loved you, just like you’ve always loved her. You’ve
just got to get over being shy about it, like you got over being shy with me,"
Harry said, looking into Ron’s sad blue eyes.
"Yeah, but you’re my best friend, Harry. It’s different," Ron said.
"She’s our best friend, too, Ron. The only difference is that you can snog her
in public and not get called a poof." Harry leaned in and kissed Ron, intending
it to be a "cheer up" kind of kiss, but the moment their lips met and Ron’s
mouth opened slightly, that need set in and Harry lost all control of his
tongue. It brushed across Ron’s pouty lower lip and plunged into his welcoming
mouth.
With no hesitation, Ron pulled Harry against him, hands searching frantically
for any bit of bare skin they could find. They continued to kiss hungrily, each
devouring the other’s mouth as if starving for something only the other could
give, while ripping and tearing at clothing until finally they were both naked,
unwanted garments littering the floor all around Ron’s bed. Harry had barely
enough conscious thought left about him to grab Ron’s wand from his bedside
table and mumble the silencing charm and the spells to vanish their discarded
clothing and lock Ron’s bed hangings in place so they couldn’t be found when
the other boys came up to bed. He ground his erection hard against Ron’s as he
replaced the wand on the bedside table. Ron groaned and Harry knew what he
needed.
He rolled sideways off of Ron’s warm body and trailed his fingers across Ron’s
jaw, then down the side of his neck. His fingertips caressed Ron’s chest,
pausing to tease each sensitive nipple long enough to work it to a hard peak,
before moving lower. Ron thrust up against Harry’s hand as he gripped his
friend’s erect cock, stroking him ever so slowly.
"I wanted to do this so badly tonight when your face was buried between
Hermione’s legs," Harry whispered.
"I’d have lost it right then and there if you had, mate," Ron growled. "That’s
why I was so careful not to let Hermione touch me like that. I nearly lost it
watching her and Ginny. Ngghhh. . ."
Harry had just taken Ron’s full length into his mouth and down his throat, and
was beginning to bob his head up and down, with his tongue lapping around Ron’s
shaft as he worked.
Ron clutched at the sheets, struggling to not buck too hard into Harry’s mouth,
as his talented friend nearly drove him spare. He particularly enjoyed the way
Harry would lick around his balls with the flat of his tongue, not just the
tip, then from the base of his cock, up the sides, and swirl around the head,
the way someone does when they’re trying to control a rapidly melting cone of
ice cream. Ron groaned, blissfully aware that he might soon look like melting
ice cream because he was so close to release. He wound his fingers in Harry’s
messy dark hair, kind of their unspoken signal that he should move away or get
ready to swallow. Harry never backed away from a challenge – Ron had always
loved that about him. He went down on Ron hard, pressing Ron’s cock into the
back of his throat and coaxing out every drop of his warm fluid. When he lifted
his head away from Ron, Harry licked his lips seductively and Ron pulled him
into another deep kiss, plunging his tongue into Harry’s mouth searching for a
taste of himself.
Ron encircled Harry in his arms and rolled him onto his back so that he was now
in the dominant position. Their kiss continued, then Ron pulled back and began
to kiss first the corner of Harry’s mouth, then his chin, then up his jaw line
towards his ear. He sucked Harry’s earlobe into his mouth, earning what he
hoped would be the first of many low groans before he was finished. As he
released Harry’s earlobe, he swirled his tongue into Harry’s ear before moving
down the side of his neck and onto his collarbone.
Ron could feel Harry’s erection throbbing between their bodies as he moved
himself a bit lower to continue his sweet torture of Harry’s warm and willing
flesh. Harry whimpered as Ron took one of his nipples into his mouth, laving it
with his tongue and smiling as it hardened at his touch while teasing the other
with his thumb. His free hand slipped between their sweat-slicked bodies so
that his fingertips brushed against Harry’s cock, earning Ron yet another much-
cherished groan from Harry, which in turn caused his own presumed spent member
to twitch in interest.
Ron reluctantly rolled off of Harry so that he could give his full attention to
making Harry moan. He wrapped his hand tightly around the base of Harry’s cock,
varying the pressure he applied as he stroked it slowly upward then back down,
because experience had taught him that was how Harry liked it.
"Oohhh," came from somewhere deep within Harry’s throat. Ron smiled and
repeated the motion. He forced himself to keep it slow but allowed himself to
add just the slightest twist to the motions that he liked so much himself.
"Oh Merlin, fuck," exclaimed Harry. Apparently he liked the little twist as
well because, unlike Ron, Harry very rarely used the "f" word.
After several long minutes of this exquisite torture, Harry could take no more.
"Can I, please?" he pleaded with Ron.
Ron reached immediately for the little jar of lubricant he kept in his bedside
table and handed it to Harry before resting himself on his elbows, bum in the
air. Harry loved Ron in this position – open, willing and waiting for him.
They’d only progressed to this level of their relationship a few weeks before
Harry started going out with Ginny. It had taken them several months to move
from wanking to oral exploration of one another, and nearly a year of that to
get to this most intimate stage. But that was perfectly okay with both of them
as every moment had been pleasurable, even the fumbling and awkward ones like
when Harry’d had to ask Hermione to teach him a healing charm so he could fix
up a nasty scrape he’d given Ron with his teeth that would’ve been much too
embarrassing to see Madame Pomfrey about (of course, Harry had told Hermione
that they’d been out flying and Ron had slipped on his dismount, and scraped
the skin off his bum as he hit the pitch), or the first time Ron tried to shag
him. Ron was either so nervous or his aim was so poor that he’d finally come
all over Harry’s bum just from repeatedly bumping against his entrance. Harry
got an oral consolation prize instead.
But now was different – now they both knew what to do just as naturally as
walking or flying. Harry opened the little jar but on an impulse, he leaned
down to run his tongue across Ron’s balls, which seemed to be teasing Harry
from between Ron’s spread thighs. Ron groaned out Harry’s name in frustration,
eager now for more invasive attention to that need building within him. Harry
felt mischievous and ran his tongue upward instead, tickling around Ron’s
entrance and causing his thigh muscles to tense visibly. He dipped his fingers
into the jar but, at the same moment, he pressed his tongue into Ron, causing
Ron to swear breathlessly.
Harry did his best to invade Ron thoroughly with his tongue, relishing the heat
and the tightness. It was much easier with his fingers or with his cock, which
he then remembered was aching from that need to be there at this very moment.
He reached between Ron’s thighs with a dollop of lubricant and rubbed it all
around Ron’s cock. Then he dipped his fingers back into the little jar and gave
himself the same treatment, although perhaps being a little more generous with
the application of lubricant on himself out of consideration for Ron’s comfort.
For the third time, he dipped into the little jar – which thankfully was self-
refilling – and scooped up more lubricant, then both eagerly and reluctantly,
he retreated from his oral exploration of his friend’s backside. He massaged
the lubricant around Ron’s entrance and slipped a single finger inside him,
waiting to feel Ron relax before adding a second finger. Cautiously he pressed
in the second digit, scissoring the two as he worked them slowly inward and
outward, trying to stretch Ron’s opening to make it easier for him to accept
the larger intrusion Harry had in mind. Ron groaned Harry’s name against his
pillow when Harry’s fingers skated across the walnut-shaped lump they both
seemed to like so much.
Harry couldn’t wait any longer and he drew his fingers out, pressing the tip of
his penis against Ron’s opening. He hesitated only a second until he heard Ron
release the breath he knew he was holding, then he pressed himself persistently
into his friend’s arse, stopping only when he was fully sheathed in Ron’s body.
He waited then until Ron pushed backward against him, the signal that he was
ready for more.
Harry pulled outward slowly, changing direction to push back inward just before
the head of his prick could slip past the ring of muscle at Ron’s entrance. He
kept his pace excruciatingly slow – out . . . in. . . out. . . in. . . out . .
. in . . . out. . . in. His hands held firmly onto Ron’s hip bones for balance
and to better control his stroke. As Harry began to feel his own release
building, he shifted his weight a bit to his left so that he could reach around
Ron with his right arm and stroke his friend with that same agonizing rhythm.
"Harry, you’re killing me," Ron growled, but Harry knew he meant that in a good
way because it was killing him as well. It was time to use Ron’s preferred
tactics – hard and fast, and he began to pick up speed.
Harry’s next thrust inward nearly knocked Ron off balance but Ron didn’t
complain. He had to bite his lip to keep from screaming with pleasure as
Harry’s cock slammed into him on one side while his hand pumped him furiously
on the other side. Ron silently prayed he could hold off as long as Harry, just
so he wouldn’t distract him by spilling over his hand.
It didn’t take long. Harry’s breathing became ragged and the hand around Ron’s
cock tightened almost painfully. Ron knew Harry would be filling him at any
second, so he willed himself to relax and let go. His spunk oozed onto Harry’s
hand and dribbled lazily onto the bed, just as Harry was bathing his insides
with a huge load of hot, creamy fluid. Ron would have felt outdone had he not
realized it was his third orgasm of the evening and only Harry’s second. Ron
grabbed for his wand and whispered the cleaning charm as Harry collapsed
against him.
Both fully exhausted, they slept naked and tangled in each other’s arms until
Harry woke sometime in the early morning and slipped quietly into his own bed
so he could be seen there when their dorm mates rose for breakfast.
***** I Can Think Of Worse Reasons For People To Stare *****
Ginny rubbed her eyes and stifled a yawn as she stumbled down the last couple
of steps into the Gryffindor common room. She expected to be alone at such an
early hour, but wasn’t completely surprised to find Hermione already there on
the sofa in front of the fire. Her eyes looked tired, but she smiled weakly at
Ginny when she entered the room.
"Hi," Ginny said brightly.
"Umm, hi yourself," Hermione replied, stifling a yawn of her own. "You’re up
early."
"Not as early as you, apparently."
"Actually, in order to be up, one would have had to have gone to bed in the
first place," said Hermione. "I couldn’t sleep."
"Too excited about last night?" asked Ginny.
"Excited, scared, worried," rambled Hermione. "Take your pick."
"What’s wrong then?"
"Last night was wonderful, and I’m really happy for you and Harry. Seems you
won’t have to worry so much any more about him getting you all worked up when
he’s snogging you, but being too much of a gentleman to do anything about it."
Hermione paused and took a breath before continuing. "And being with Ron last
night was what I’ve dreamed about for so long, but I don’t even really know if
he was with me because he was reacting to the show you and I were putting on
when he and Harry found us, or if he was with me because he wanted to be. I
don’t know if you noticed, but he couldn’t even bring himself to touch me in
the corridor coming back here, and he kissed me goodnight like he was afraid he
might catch something from me."
"Hermione, you know how Ron is. He’s a big coward when it comes to emotions,
but I know he loves you," Ginny said with complete sincerity. "And I know you
love him, but you’re going to have to be the brave one in this relationship, at
least right now you are. If you act like the two of you are a couple when Harry
and Ron get up, then you will be. But if you act all nervous and uncomfortable,
or if you act like nothing has happened between you, then I hope you can be
happy with last night’s memory because it may be all you get for a long time to
come."
Hermione nodded, knowing that Ginny was right. If Ron were going to pluck up
the courage to ask her out on his own, he could’ve asked her to the Yule Ball
in fourth year, or he could’ve said something during all the time they’d spent
together at Grimmauld Place before Harry joined them the summer after that. But
he didn’t, and Hermione wondered if Ron would have ever worked up the nerve to
ask her out if the previous evening hadn’t happened.
"So you think I should just act like we’re a real couple?" Hermione finally
asked. "And leave it to him to either play along or put a stop to it?"
"He won’t put a stop to it, Hermione. He’ll be relieved, and he won’t be
playing along, he’ll be in it for real."
Ginny watched the stairs for students coming down to breakfast as the girls
talked on, gasping and exclaiming over how mortifying it was to have been
caught making out, then congenially comparing notes on the action that had
ensued once Harry and Ron had shed their clothes. Occasionally Ginny would
shush Hermione because someone was coming, then their conversation would
resume.
When Ginny admitted to being impressed by how her brother looked naked,
Hermione confessed to having briefly considered helping her with Harry. Ginny
arched her eyebrows before getting a rather pensive look on her face, and
Hermione, afraid she may have said something wrong, quickly clarified she’d
never do anything to interfere in Ginny’s relationship with Harry. Ginny’s
response surprised her.
"Actually, you’ve given me an idea. I’ve got OWLS coming up, and I was a little
worried about Harry losing interest when I can’t spend so much time with him
because I have to study. Maybe if you and Ron will let him play with you –
literally – he won’t mind waiting for me."
"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed, eyes going nearly round. "You aren’t serious – are
you?"
"Of course I am! He didn’t mind getting naked with you and Ron last night, did
he?"
"Well, I’m sure he’s seen Ron naked before, living in the same dorm with him
for six years, and the circumstances were a bit unorthodox."
"Are you telling me you wouldn’t like to feel Harry inside you? Or to use that
talented tongue of yours to make him lose control?"
Hermione blushed almost a Weasley red. "Well, no, I’m not exactly saying that.
You’d know I was lying if I said I wasn’t a little curious what Harry would be
like. But what if he’s not interested in doing anything like that with us?"
"Then you don’t do it, but I bet he will be."
Ginny and Hermione were still huddled together, giggling and talking, when
Harry and Ron finally dragged themselves into the common room. Although both
boys had been so fully spent they’d slept like logs throughout the remainder of
the night, not much night had remained after they’d collapsed onto Ron’s bed.
Harry plopped down next to Ginny, only to groan when she jumped up.
"Oh no you don’t! Hermione and I are starving! How come you two slept so late?
Seamus and Dean and Neville came down ages ago."
"Along with the rest of the House," added Hermione.
Ron tried to hide a yawn, while mumbling something about needing his beauty
sleep. The girls giggled some more, which both boys might have found odd if
they hadn’t been so sleepy, because Hermione usually wasn’t the giggly sort.
Poor Ron was so tired he even forgot to be embarrassed when Hermione took his
hand and tugged him out through the portrait hole to breakfast, while Ginny and
Harry stole a quick kiss before following them.
Although the walk to the Great Hall was uneventful, Hermione was blushing
profusely by the time they took their seats at the Gryffindor table. She was
awake enough to notice the pointing and whispering when she and Ron had entered
the hall, hand in hand. That might not have been so bad, but Ron was still
yawning so much he didn’t notice at first, and Hermione knew people were
probably thinking she’d either given him a love potion or shagged him senseless
the night before, and that was a bit embarrassing. Maybe she had shagged him
senseless the night before, but she didn’t particularly want the whole school
to know it. They reached their seats and Harry and Ginny took the ones in front
of them, Harry grinning at them shamelessly.
Ron, who’d failed to notice all the attention he and Hermione attracted, did
notice Harry’s face as he reached for the sausages.
"What?" he asked guiltily.
"Oh, nothing," Harry said mockingly. "It’s just kind of nice not to be the one
getting stared at for a change."
Ron looked at him stupidly for a second, then looked around, blushing a bit
when he realized his hand was still locked in Hermione’s and people were
watching them. But Ron surprised them all by bringing Hermione’s hand to his
lips and kissing it before he gently released it to attack his sausages.
"I can think of worse reasons for people to stare," he said, rather matter-of-
factly.
Harry, Ginny and Hermione all stared at him in surprise for a moment then,
before tucking in to their own breakfasts.
As the four friends were about to leave the Great Hall, a rustle of wings
overhead signaled the arrival of the mail. Hermione was still taking the Daily
Prophet, so they hesitated to keep the delivery owl from having to chase her
down later, and as they were waiting, Harry overheard something from the
Slytherin table behind him that made him wish he hadn’t eaten such a hearty
breakfast because it made his stomach give a rather unpleasant lurch. Ron saw
the sudden change in Harry’s expression and asked what was wrong. Ginny looked
up at him in concern, but Harry shook his head and said he’d tell them outside.
Hermoine pushed a knut into the delivery owl’s pouch and took her paper from
him, but just as she was about to unfurl it, Harry grabbed her wrist and said,
"C’mon, you can read it down by the lake."
It was not until the four friends had crossed the school grounds and the other
three had stretched out on the ground underneath the elm tree where Harry had
seen his father and friends lounging after their OWLS in Snape’s penseive the
previous year that Harry tried to explain. He paced nervously back and forth,
while the others frowned at him. Finally he spoke up.
"I can’t believe I could have been so stupid, so careless!" Harry said as he
continued to pace. The others exchanged nervous glances at this, but continued
watching Harry.
"Ginny, Hermione – I’m a brainless git, and I’m sorry," he started again. "In
fact, Ron and I both are."
Ron looked perplexed, but said nothing, not having the faintest clue what Harry
was on about.
"I overheard one of the first years at the Slytherin table telling her friend
that her Mum had owled her that she was finally going to have a new baby
brother or sister, and I was so caught up watching the two of you last night
that I never even considered birth control. Hermione, what do we do? Is it too
late?"
Hermione actually laughed at this, partly because Harry was asking her, when
she’d been with Ron and not him, but mainly because Harry always expected her
to know everything. Fortunately, this time she did – or at least she knew
enough.
"It isn’t a problem Harry. I’ve been making a potion for Ginny and me ever
since she started going out with Michael Corner last year, and even if I
hadn’t, the room would have provided condoms," Hermione said brightly.
Harry and Ron both spoke at once.
"How come you needed a potion with Corner?" Ron yelled at Ginny
Harry was yelling at her as well. " I thought last night that you were still –
well, I thought that you hadn’t – I, umm, I thought that I was your first!"
Ron was continuing to yell, but then at Hermione. "And how do you know the room
provides condoms?"
The girls exchanged an exasperated look, then Hermione nodded at Ginny that she
should go first.
"Hermione thought I should have the potion with Michael just in case I changed
my mind," Ginny explained calmly. "Michael was okay for awhile, and Dean was
actually a really good kisser, but I’ve been saving myself for you, Harry,
unless of course, you count Hermione, but I don’t need birth control when I’m
with her." Harry looked immensely relieved, but was still kicking himself
mentally for being so thoughtless.
"And no, Ronald, I didn’t sleep with Viktor," Hermione said before he could
ask, "But I’d hoped you might have noticed that last night. I haven’t really
had a reason to need the potion, but we did think it would be a good idea for
Ginny to take it in case her resolve weakened, and it tastes really foul and I
hated for her to have to suffer alone. Besides, we hoped you two would grow up
some day and notice us, and we thought it would be nice to be prepared. "
"Okay, yeah, well," blundered Ron. "So how do you know about the condoms then?"
"Angelina and Katie told me after the Yule Ball. She said this brightly colored
box appeared out of nowhere on the bedside table and actually began bouncing
around until Fred and George cottoned on."
Ron groaned, but it was not a sexy sort of groan like the previous night.
"That’s too much information this soon after breakfast," he mumbled.
The rest of the day passed amicably between the four of them after that, all
tension gone from their moods, which seemed to remain in high spirits from
frequent snogging and good company in general. They walked down to Hagrid’s hut
in the afternoon to visit with him for awhile.
"S’about time’s all I can say," beamed Hagrid, when he saw Ron and Hermione
holding hands, and they both blushed and grinned at him.
Their leisurely Sunday ended way too soon, and before they knew it, they were
exchanging good night kisses on the stairs as they headed up to their dorms.
Although they spent as much time together as possible during the week, Ginny
had to begin studying for her OWLS, which afforded her precious little time to
spare for Harry. Ron and Hermione practiced cuddling on the common room sofa
with other people around, but flat refused Harry’s offer of his invisibility
cloak so they could sneak off to the Room of Requirement for some alone time.
Harry suddenly felt more like their chaperone than their best friend, but
suspected they were actually still afraid of what to do with their newly
developing romance if left solely to their own devices, and Hermione still
wasn't comfortable enough in her new relationship with Ron to suggest they
include Harry during Ginny's study sessions. A glorious weekend had dissolved
into a painfully long week.
Friday finally came, with a weekend that Harry hoped would provide Ginny at
least a little time she could spare on him. Ginny ran out to meet them after
their last class late that afternoon, and the girls began whispering together
almost at once. Hermione then told Ron and Harry to go on to dinner without
them, claiming neither she nor Ginny were very hungry. Ron started to protest,
he never understood anyone not being hungry, but Harry just shook his head.
"Why don’t the two of you just meet us in the Room of Requirement around 8:00?"
called Ginny as she and Hermione were walking away, not really waiting for an
answer.
***** I Guess We Should Wait Then *****
Ron looked a little depressed when he and Harry sat down in their usual seats
at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
"What’s the matter with me, Harry? We’ve been together less than a week and
Hermione runs off with Ginny first chance she gets."
"Well, I guess I could ask you the same question, but they’ve invited us along
in a few hours. Let’s just see what they’re up to then," Harry said with a
grin. "Besides, we had a go right after we left them Saturday night. At least
maybe they’ve managed to keep their hands off each other the whole week." Then
the grin slid off his face. "Ron, do you think we should tell them – about us,
I mean?"
"I can’t just walk up to Hermione and say ‘by the way, I went down on Harry
after I shagged you last weekend and then he fucked me senseless.’" Ron looked
slightly green.
"Well, we’d have to think of a better way to explain it, I think," said Harry,
laughing at Ron’s description of their evening. "I mean, they’d understand,
wouldn’t they, seeing what they get up to an all?" Harry paused, as if deep in
thought, then continued, "Does it bother you if they keep fooling around
together? I don’t really want to give up what we do together, but, err, it
seems kinda wrong to keep doing it unless Ginny and Hermione are okay about
it."
"I don’t want to give us up either. Hermione’s fantastic, but there are some
things you can do to me that she just isn’t equipped for," Ron said, blushing a
little. "Merlin, maybe I really am a poof, but I don’t want to give Hermione up
now either since I know what I’ve been missing. I don’t care if she still fools
around with Ginny, ‘specially if they’ll let me watch. It was, umm, well – it
didn’t bother me seeing Ginny naked like I thought it would."
"You know if you weren’t her brother I’d probably have to hex you for that,"
said Harry jovially.
After they ate, Harry and Ron went back up to the common room and took up seats
near the fire. They tried to entertain themselves with a game of Wizard’s Chess
Both were distracted waiting for 8 o’clock to arrive, Ron so much so that Harry
actually won the game. Ron’s chess pieces were not happy with him, and one of
his knights actually rode off the board at the end of the game and socked him
on the elbow for playing so badly.
At a quarter to eight, Harry ran up to their room and grabbed the Marauder’s
Map and his invisibility cloak. With any luck, the four young lovers would be
returning to Gryffindor Tower well after curfew. He and Ron set off toward the
Room of Requirement, both expecting the girls to have some special surprise
planned for them.
Harry and Ron were not disappointed if their expectation was to be surprised.
When they arrived in the Room of Requirement, it was appointed just as it had
been the previous Saturday evening, except with one small flaw – no girls. The
boys just stared at one another, looking confused. They wondered if they should
wait there, or go out to look for Hermione and Ginny, but then the door opened
behind them. Harry turned quickly to beam at – a house elf.
"Dobby?" he asked, surprised for the second time in nearly as few seconds.
"What are you doing here?"
Dobby lifted a heavy tray up towards Harry, laden with fruits and cheeses and
chocolates, just as Winky followed him into the room bearing a frosted flagon
of pumpkin juice set in a bowl of ice that was enchanted so that it wouldn’t
melt.
"Harry Potter, Sir," said the first house elf with an air of reverence in his
squeaky voice. "Dobby is bringing the food and drink that Missy Weazy is asking
us for, and Winky is bringing something as well. Dobby is happy to serve The
Great Harry Potter, Sir – and his Weazys. Dobby hopes Harry Potter and his
Weasys have fun tonight." And with that, both house elves snapped their fingers
and disappeared.
"Hmph, good thing Hermione didn’t go and ask him," said Ron. "The way she goes
on about S.P.E.W. every chance she gets, it’s a wonder they haven’t tried to
poison the food at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall." Harry nodded in
agreement.
"Well," Ron continued, as he plucked a plump strawberry from the tray and
dipped it into the chocolate sauce before plopping it into his mouth. "I guess
we should wait then."
***** Ok, So Maybe My Dad Did Strut *****
Within just a few minutes, Hermione and Ginny came bursting into the room,
their robes swishing behind them, with their arms loaded and their faces
flushed. Ginny’s hair and robes were actually wet on her left shoulder.
"Ooohh, if I could get my hands on that Peeves, I’d strangle him," fumed
Hermione. "He chased us all the way here, trying to drop ink pellets and water
balloons on us! If we hadn’t been carrying some stuff that might have been a
bit difficult to explain, I’d have gone straight to McGonagall’s office about
him."
Ron grabbed her and kissed her to shut her up. Harry and Ginny just stared at
them, both a little stunned at how one good shag could have taken Ron so
quickly from gangly and awkward, to suave and debonaire. Harry helped Ginny set
her things down, then they took Hermione’s from her and set them down as well,
and Harry used his wand to dry Ginny’s hair and robes. Ginny lit the candles
she and Hermione brought, and turned on Hermione’s wireless for some background
music. After a couple of minutes, Ginny cleared her throat rather loudly in an
effort to get Ron’s and Hermione’s attention.
"Oh, umm, right then," stammered Hermione, her face even more flushed than it
had been moments before. "Ginny and I thought since we just sort of jumped into
things last time the four of us were here together, it might be fun to start
out a little slower tonight."
Ron’s face fell a bit, but he recovered himself quickly and didn’t say
anything, another sign of his newfound maturity.
"Hermione told a bunch of us girls once about this Muggle card game her parents
learned from some American friends and they liked to play it at parties. It
sounded like fun, so we tried it," Ginny began, but Ron couldn’t help himself.
"Muggle cards? What can they do?"
"Well, they don’t do anything, Ron," said Hermione, clearly trying to be
patient with him. "The game is called ‘Guts’ and it’s sort of a betting game.
Muggles play with regular money,of course, but when we played in the dorm, we
played with knuts."
"Only Hermione and I thought the four of us might like to play with different
stakes," Ginny interjected, a twinkle in her eyes. "Like perhaps with bits of
clothing if you want."
Ron instantly hitched his grin back in place. "I always thought it would be
nice to learn more about Muggles. So, how do we play?"
Hermione got out two decks of ordinary Muggle cards and shuffled them together.
She explained the relatively simple rules, amended slightly to allow for their
preferred betting method. She told them the game is all about pairs. The dealer
gives each player two cards, and then each player bets on what he or she feels
is the strength of their particular hand, by either choosing to "go out" if
their hand is weak or "stay in" if their hand is strong. An actual pair is the
strongest hand, and the higher the cards, the better the pair, except that a
pair of twos beats everything. If no one who is still "in" has a pair, then the
player with the highest card wins. If you choose to go out after the deal, you
lose nothing. But if you stay in and lose, you forfeit an article of clothing.
If you stay in and win, you lose nothing.
And so they played. Hermione dealt the first hand, which Ginny won with a Jack
and a ten. Everyone stayed in that hand, mainly to get a feel for the play, but
also because everyone felt comfortable forfeiting their robes. In fact, each of
them probably wanted to lose their robes because the air was heating up rather
quickly from the sheer anticipation of that need.
After several more hands, the four teenagers sat cross-legged on the huge bed,
studying their cards intently. The girls were still in better wardrobe shape
than the boys, Ron being down to just a rather sexy pair of navy boxer shorts
and Harry in burgundy ones and a sock. Hermione still wore her bra and
knickers, her skirt and a camisole, while Ginny could claim all that Hermione
wore, plus her white oxford blouse and a knee sock.
Mercifully, Ron won the next hand and watched with his bottom lip bruised
between his teeth as Harry’s sock joined the discard pile, along with
Hermione’s skirt and Ginny’s knee sock. No one actually bothered to go "out"
anymore, unless their hand was really bad, because losing was almost as much
fun as winning.
Ron was next to deal, which gave him the added advantage of having to say "in"
or "out" last. Dealing afforded him a last opportunity to spare his dignity if
his hand was poor – which it was – a three and a five. Harry frowned at his
cards, but bravely stayed in, as did the girls. Ron prayed Harry’s hand would
be as bad as his when stubbornly stated in, all the while knowing he was about
to lose.
Ginny turned her cards to reveal a Queen and a three. Harry’s hand beat Ron’s,
but his Jack and eight were no match for Ginny’s Queen, and the two boys
flushed, knowing they would soon be divested of all attire. Hermione grinned
wickedly as she flashed them her pair of two’s and, with a little shout of
triumph, shouted "Now strip!"
Ron hesitated just a bit, but Harry leaned back on his elbows and pulled his
boxers down over his hips, allowing his penis to bob freely at them all as he
settled himself back into his cross-legged position on the bed. He was actually
a little surprised at how comfortable he felt being naked in front of the two
girls and Ron, but supposed it was because Ginny was his girlfriend, and Ron
and Hermione had been his best friends for so long that they were just
comfortable together.
Although Ron had started to move almost as soon as Harry did, Hermione noticed
how intently he was watching Harry undress, reminding her of a nagging
suspicion she’d entertained for most of the past year. Ginny peeled off her
skirt, and actually unbuttoned her blouse, remarking that the room was a bit
too warm. It was Ginny’s turn to deal.
"Umm, Hermione?" she began. "What do Harry and Ron do now if they lose?"
Ginny’s innocent question gave Hermione the key to potentially unlocking her
little mystery.
"Well, how about if anyone who loses a hand, but has nothing left with which to
bet, pays the winner another way – perhaps by doing a task set by the winner?"
Ginny, of course, loved the idea since she still had on the most clothing.
Harry and Ron looked a bit apprehensive, but literally had nothing left to
lose, so they agreed.
Ironically, Harry and Ron tied on the hand Ginny dealt, both holding pairs of
fours. Ginny forfeited her blouse and Hermione her camisole. Ron won the next
hand, but Hermione had wisely sat out with a two and a seven. Ginny pulled her
camisole off over her head and called her brother a Wanker when he merely
commanded Harry to give Ginny a kiss, although she actually enjoy the rather
lingering kiss from the very naked Harry.
On Hermione’s deal, Harry won the hand and quickly commanded Ron to help the
two girls divest themselves of their next articles of clothing. Ron made to
rise from the bed, but both Hermione and Ginny turned their backs to him so he
could unfasten their bras and push the straps from their shoulders, Hermione
flushing a little as they turned back toward Harry and Ron and she noticed the
hungry stares of both boys looking from one girl to the next.
She wondered how can Ginny could sit there so calmly whilst her heart hammered
in her chest. Ginny appeared completely unaffected by the attention.
Ginny won the next hand, and both Harry and Ron knew they could be in serious
trouble. She motioned for Hermione to wait when she was about to slip her
knickers off.
Ginny looked Harry directly in the eye as she said, "Okay, Potter, let’s see
then."
Harry looked at her blankly, no idea what she meant.
"On your feet, Potter," she commanded. "Hermione and I want to see what you’ve
been hiding under those Quidditch robes all these years. A slow stroll around
the room should do it."
A muscle in Harry’s jaw twitched, but he refused to show any fear as he pushed
himself roughly off the bed and to his feet. He could feel the color creeping
up his cheeks. Parading his nudity in front of three people was not nearly as
comfortable as being naked while seated and he hoped his flushed face wouldn’t
show in the candlelight as he strutted around the room – strolling was for
girls – very aware of the three pairs of eyes on him. Harry was equally aware
that his penis was no longer bobbing merrily, but was jutting rather purposely
forward, proudly leading the way.
A mocking voice inside his head whispered ‘OK, so maybe my Dad did strut."
***** He'd Always Heard That Payback Was Hell *****
Ron’s stomach clenched as Harry reclaimed his seat on the bed, knowing he’d be
Ginny’s next target and suddenly regretting every nasty trick he’d played on
her while they were kids.
"Hermione," Ginny began, "you know your knickers are history now, but I want
Ron to take them off – using only his teeth."
Ron flushed crimson – not so much at Ginny’s command, but because his cock
moved quicker than he did, making Ginny giggle at him. But being the good sport
that he was, Ron got up on his knees as Hermione lay back on the bed, lifting
her hips for him just a bit.
Ron quickly found that he rather liked the task Ginny had set for him and made
a mental note to thank her later, but the task wasn’t actually as easy as it
sounded. He couldn’t really pull from the front of Hermione’s knickers and get
the fabric to move over the curve of her hip. Instead he had to work from her
sides, alternating from left to right until he got the lacy elastic past her
hips. Then he moved strategically between Hermione’s legs and pressed his mouth
against her center. One quick bite of very damp and musky fabric, taking extra
care to be sure his teeth raked across her sensitive parts, and he was able to
scoot himself back toward his own seat with Hermione’s knickers dangling from
his mouth as he savored her taste and smell. When Ron made no effort to drop
them onto the discarded clothing pile, Hermione tried unsuccessfully to snatch
them away. She was quite embarrassed when Ron took them in his hand, sniffed
deeply at the crotch and then offered them to Harry.
"Smells heavenly, doesn’t she mate?"
Harry glanced at Ginny, uncertain how she’d react, but he took the proffered
knickers and pressed them to his face.
"Err, not bad at all," he replied, before dropping them onto the discarded
clothing pile.
Hermione’s scent vividly reminded Harry of the last night the four of them
spent together, and how he’d both tasted and smelled Hermione on Ginny’s lips.
His cock throbbed rather painfully with that need at the thought.
Hermione won the next hand.
"Harry, you can help Ginny out of her knickers. Ron, since you’re experienced
now, you can assist – at least with the sides. Teeth only please, both of you."
Ron flashed her a panicked look. He couldn’t do that to his sister!
"I can’t help it if you’re lousy at cards, Ron. Maybe you should’ve worn extra
clothes if you don’t like the payment plan," Hermione purred.
Ron glanced at Harry, who nodded at him, and the two raised to their knees
again and approached Ginny, who had reclined on the bed, arms thrown
shamelessly back over her head. The post left her bare breasts more noticeable
with each breath she took, and she was breathing rather rapidly by that time.
In unison, Harry and Ron bit the elastic at Ginny’s slim waist, one on either
side of her, and peeled her knickers slowly and easily over her curvy hips. Ron
could smell her desire as he attempted to back away whilst Harry used the
central approach to complete the task, but his cock bumped against Ginny’s bare
foot as he retreated. She boldly ran her toes up his considerable length,
causing him to groan out loud.
"Damn, Ginny, don’t do that to me!" he exclaimed, hoping no one had noticed the
groan.
Hermione winked at Ginny, and Harry had to concentrate hard on forcing the grin
from his face so he could get a proper bite on the crotch of Ginny’s knickers,
hesitating for just a second to push his tongue around the lacy edge and dip it
into her wet folds. Ginny whimpered and her eyes flashed at Harry, wanting
more, but knowing the game wasn’t over yet. Harry pulled her knickers away with
a flourish and spit them onto the clothing pile.
Ron held the pair in the next hand and struggled with several tempting ideas of
what to make the two girls do, but he had to give Harry a command as well. His
stomach gave a rumble at that moment, so he reached out for the food tray as an
idea slid into focus. They’d all nibbled at the tray throughout the game, but
there was still plenty of good stuff left. He selected a rather succulent bit
of pineapple, which he dipped into the chocolate sauce and sucked at it as he
looked from Hermione to Ginny to Harry.
Finally, Ron came to a decision. He knew he would be at risk of getting hexed
by someone, but Hermione had made him help Harry with Ginny’s knickers, and
he’d always heard that payback was hell.
"Ginny, Hermione, you two lay down, and Harry, you turn around," Ron began.
When Harry’s back was turned, Ron picked up the bowls of chocolate sauce and
honey, holding a finger to his lips to indicate he expected silence from the
girls. Ginny unconsciously ran her tongue across her bottom lip as Ron dripped
honey onto Hermione – a couple drops on her lips, a drizzle down her neckline
and across one of her nipples, a few drips across her belly, and a final
drizzle down her right thigh. Ron noticed the unintentional drip clinging to
her brown curls when Hermione shivered in anticipation, but kept her silence.
Ron did the same thing on Ginny with the chocolate sauce, blushing a bit as he
worked, but quite turned on by this rather intimate act none-the-less. Until
the past weekend, Ron had failed to notice that his baby sister had blossomed
into a beautiful young woman, but it was rather hard to ignore with her spread
out before him.
"Harry, don’t turn around yet. Chocolate sauce or honey?" Ron asked. "Your task
is to come lick it off one of the girls. Whichever one you clean up does the
other one."
Harry hesitated. He knew Ron was addicted to chocolate, so he was fairly
certain he’d have used that on Hermione.
"Honey," Harry said very decisively, turning expectantly to face Ginny as he
did.
Ginny just shrugged at him. "I can wait."
Harry’s shocked expression resembled that of someone who had just taken a
Bludger to the head. He looked questioningly at Ron, whose smug expression told
him he’d been set up. He just wasn’t really sure why. Harry’s Gryffindor nature
refused to shy away from a challenge, however, so he moved over the top of
Hermione and leaned his head in to lick the honey from her lips. He could feel
his cock throb, but did his best to keep it from brushing against her body. He
had always thought Hermione was attractive, but was a bit surprised at how
eager he was to explore her naked skin. His mind had always placed her "off
limits" because he knew Ron fancied her, and because now he was supposed to
focus entirely on Ginny.
Hermione’s lips parted slightly as Harry licked at them, and their tongues
touched, causing them both to suck in deep breaths. Harry lingered, indulging
himself in a brief, but intimate kiss, then he followed the trail of honey down
Hermione’s slender neck and onto the swell of her breast. He couldn’t help
himself; he groaned out loud when he sucked Hermione’s nipple into his mouth to
collect the honey that awaited him there, and he had to will himself to move
onward as he silently cursed Ron for doing this to him. Hermione bit hard into
her bottom lip, trying desperately to stifle the whimper, which she feared
would make it painfully obvious how much Harry was exciting her. She thought
Ginny would be okay about it, but she worried it would hurt Ron if she showed
too much pleasure at Harry’s touch. Harry’s tongue skated efficiently across
Hermione’s belly seeking out the few drips lingering there, then he moved
toward the trail of honey clinging to her thigh. His eyes widened in something
akin to fear as he spotted the single drop of honey that had fallen from
Hermione’s curls to rest provocatively on her clit.
‘Oh Merlin, I can’t do this,’ Harry thought. Panic rose in Harry, knowing Ron
couldn’t have intended the honey to land there.
"Err, Ron," he began tentatively. "Umm, why don’t you help me out a bit here?"
He didn’t notice the flicker of disappointment that flashed across Hermione’s
face, but Ginny did. She’d always suspected Hermione might fancy both of her
best friends, at least a little, even if she focused her attention on Ron.
Oddly, Ginny found it more exciting than annoying that her best girlfriend
seemed attracted to her boyfriend – something else they could share intimately,
perhaps.
"Oh no, Harry," chided Ron. "You’re not getting off that easy." When both of
the girls began to giggle, Ron grinned. "Well, then again, maybe you are. But a
bet’s a bet and you’re not welshing. Now clean her up so she can get on with
Gin."
Harry took a deep breath, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he was
stunned no one else could hear it. He wasn’t sure why this should be any more
difficult than going down on Ginny, which he thought he’d done fairly well the
previous weekend but oh Merlin, how could he do this to Hermione, with Ron and
Ginny watching him?
Still being careful to avoid getting his now very unruly cock too close to
Hermione’s body, Harry turned himself to stare at the triangular patch between
her thighs, trying to decide how to accomplish his task with the least
intrusion, and hence, least embarrassment for both himself and Hermione. Ever
so cautiously, he extended his tongue, silently praying he could collect the
honey in one quick swipe and move on to what now seemed to be the much safer
area of her thigh.
Ginny and Hermione exchanged a glance as the tip of Harry’s tongue inched
forward. Just as it made its first hesitant contact with Hermione’s little nub,
Harry tensed, feeling not one, but two hands surrounding his throbbing
erection, stroking it slowly in unison. From the angles of reach, Harry knew
instantly that the hands belonged to two different people, and as he could
clearly see Ron in front of him at Hermione’s feet, there was only one possible
explanation.
Not even a Saint could take this, Harry rationalized, before sucking Hermione’s
little nub into his mouth and working it frantically with his tongue for a few
agonizingly erotic seconds as he struggled to regain control of himself.
Someone moaned, and one of the hands stroking his cock had tightened the moment
he began to suck on Hermione’s clit, so he presumed it to be hers. He silently
thanked the God of all horny teenagers when neither hand released him as he
moved on to lap the honey from Hermione’s thigh, and wished he could think of
some good reason for them to remain there when at last he rose to survey
Hermione’s flushed body to confirm all traces of honey had been removed.
As Harry sat up, Hermione let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was
holding. Her insides ached with that need for something, someone, as she rose
to clean the chocolate that had been drying on Ginny for the past several
excruciatingly erotic minutes. Hermione was a bit surprised at how eager she
had been to feel Harry’s tongue on her naked skin, because her mind had always
forced her to choose between her two best friends. Her logical side had chosen
Ron because she always sensed he returned her interest, even though he had kept
it well hidden until just recently, and because she knew that Ginny had fancied
Harry since she was ten.
Ron’s penis had throbbed painfully as he’d watched Harry licking Hermione’s
heated skin, and a drop of pre-cum escaped him when Harry pressed his mouth
into Hermione’s folds, but he actually began to stroke himself while watching
Hermione lick her way down his sister’s body. Harry wasn’t sure whether to
watch Hermione or to watch Ron. Both scenes made his cock twitch, but with
great restraint, Harry refrained from touching himself, and Ron stopped as
Hermione neared the end of the trail down Ginny’s thigh. Both boys found
themselves severely disappointed that there were no errant drips of chocolate
on Ginny’s twat. Returning to her seat, Hermione looked at Ron and licked her
lips. She carefully caught a bit of stray chocolate at the corner of her mouth,
and Ron groaned out loud.
Hermione won the next round, but she was so aroused by that time, she could
barely think straight. It was time for what she and Ginny had wanted to see,
had talked about all week, and what she personally had suspected privately for
awhile now.
***** Let’s All Get Back Onto The Bed Then, Shall We? *****
"You’ve watched us," Hermione said, with a mischievous gleam in her eye, "and
now we want to watch the two of you. Ginny’s task will be to finish what you
two interrupted last Saturday, while the two of you pleasure each other."
With that, Hermione lay back on the bed and spread her legs for Ginny, who
never hesitated. She quickly buried her face between her friend’s thighs. "You
two’ll need to stand, nnggghh," (Ginny had just lapped at Hermione’s little
nub) "beside the bed about there" (Hermione pointed to the perfect spot) "so
that Ginny and I can both see you."
A look passed between Harry and Ron, silently acknowledging the time had come.
Showing their girlfriends just how close they’d become would be considerably
easier – and much more enjoyable – than actually having to tell them. It would
be a show that neither Ginny nor Hermione would ever forget.
Ginny’s tongue stilled on Hermione’s clit as the two boys got to their feet and
stood facing one another beside the bed, nothing hesitant about their
movements. Harry pressed his erection against Ron’s as their lips met, and
Ron’s tongue plunged forward into Harry’s mouth in a bold and demanding kiss.
Hermione’s eyes were wide in amazement and Ginny remained motionless, her
tongue still pressed into Hermione’s folds, as the boys rocked against each
other.
Harry’s hand, resting on Ron’s hip, urged their bodies closer together before
they finally backed away, breathless from their first kiss with an audience.
Ginny suddenly remembered her mission and began again to lick at Hermione’s
heated wetness, only to lose her train of thought once more as Harry’s right
hand wrapped around both his and Ron’s cocks and stroked them in time with
Ron’s tongue on his nipples. At that point, Ginny abandoned all pretense of
bringing Hermione off, and instead rested her head on Hermione’s thigh to watch
the show before her. The slow and deliberate movements of Harry’s hand and the
steady thrust of Ron’s hips towards Harry’s body made it hard for either girl
to breathe properly. When the boys switched up so that Ron was stroking their
cocks and Harry was bathing Ron’s nipples with his tongue, the transition was
so well-practiced that neither girl actually noticed the change taking place.
"Oh, Merlin," Hermione gasped when Harry dropped to his knees, eagerly taking
Ron into his mouth. She dropped her own hand between her thighs and began to
rub herself. She’d thought her boys might have experimented a bit, but she was
not expecting anything nearly as hot and exquisite as this. Ginny was breathing
so hard Hermione feared she might hyperventilate.
Ron tangled his fingers into Harry’s hair, thrusting himself into Harry’s mouth
as his thigh muscles tightened almost convulsively. When he felt himself
getting close, he tugged Harry to his feet and kissed him deeply. He directed
the girls to budge up and give them some room, then pushed Harry backward onto
the bed between the girls so he could return the favor.
Suspecting Hermione’s condition from her ragged breathing and the way her
fingertips were massaging her own clit, Ron dipped a couple fingers into her
pussy to get them nice and slippery. In one swift movement, he went down on
Harry’s cock with his mouth and pressed the two fingers that were covered in
Hermione’s natural lubrication into Harry’s welcoming hole.
"Bloody Hell!" swore Ginny. "I can’t take much more of this."
She was rubbing her own little nub frantically, and her eyes burned as she
watched her brother and her lover without blinking even once for fear of
missing something. She had to fight the urge to reach out and grasp her
brother’s erection – so temptingly close – for fear of shocking Ron and
spoiling the moment.
When Ron knew Harry was close to release, which never took long when he teased
Harry’s tight channel like he was doing now, he withdrew his fingers and raised
his head, pulling Harry to his feet again. He pressed himself once again
against Harry’s body, possessively gripping both their cocks. It only took a
few firm, twisty strokes before the two of them spilled, within seconds of each
other, all over Ron’s hand. When Harry pulled Ron’s hand to his lips and sucked
one of his spunk-coated fingers into his mouth, Hermione wailed.
"I think I’m going to explode."
Ginny didn’t waste time on words, but scrambled to her feet beside Ron and
began to lick her way from his elbow towards his hand, capturing the fluid that
was running down his arm as Harry sucked on his fingers. Harry’s cock twitched
against Ron’s as he watched Ginny, and his mind breathed a sigh of relief that
she clearly wasn’t revolted by the idea that he had been intimate with her
brother. In fact, she seemed extremely turned-on by it.
When Ginny’s tongue reached Ron’s hand and she was almost nose-to-nose with
Harry, she braced herself for any adverse reaction from the boys. She turned to
kiss her brother, swirling her tongue against his to share the taste of him and
Harry together. Ron’s mind reeled at the idea of being kissed like that by his
baby sister, but his body reacted the way any normal teenage boy’s would when
being kissed by a beautiful naked girl. His cock stiffened and one of his hands
wandered into the patch of red curls at the apex of Ginny’s thighs. He swore
loudly against Ginny’s mouth when his fingers felt how wet and tight she was.
Hermione, who didn’t want to be left out, got off the bed and grasped both his
and Harry’s cocks in her hands and began to stroke them lovingly.
Harry seemed to think this was a good opportunity to further explore Hermione,
so he abandoned Ron’s fingers and kissed her hungrily while searching for her
little nub with his fingertips. Hermione reveled in the sensation of Harry’s
calloused fingers buried deep inside her, his thumb rubbing against her clit,
and nearly swooned when she felt herself climax around him. As soon as she
trusted her balance, she lowered herself down and began to lick and tease both
boys’ erections as she continued to stroke them. Harry and Ron growled in
unison.
Ginny’s channel tightened almost convulsively around Ron’s probing fingers as
she watched Hermione’s tongue caressing the lengths of both Harry and Ron, and
she came forcefully around Ron’s fingers when Hermione tried to take both boys
into her mouth at once.
"Bloody Hell," swore Ron, dragging himself away from Ginny. His eyes rolled
backward and his thighs trembled, partly from feeling the fresh rush of wetness
he’d caused inside her and partly from feeling his cock rub against Harry’s
while Hermione – the woman he loved – attempted to suck the both of them. He
brought his hand to his mouth, tentatively tasting his sister’s orgasm. Harry
leaned in to kiss him tenderly, and to help lick Ginny’s flavour from the palm
of Ron’s hand.
Ginny sank to her knees, fingers slipping into Hermione as her tongue teased
the bits of Harry that didn’t fit into Hermione’s mouth. Ginny smiled wickedly
as she felt Harry’s cock twitch and she heard Ron swear as he felt it as well.
She probed inside herself with her free hand, gathering the remnants of her
recent orgasm for lubrication, before gently ghosting a dainty finger across
Harry’s pucker and working it inside him.
The only thing that prevented Harry from losing his load on the spot was how
recently he’d done so. After only a couple minutes at best, his knees buckled
from the combined sensations of kissing Ron, while their cocks rubbed together,
partially inside Hermione’s mouth, and of having Ginny’s tongue lapping at his
balls and the base of his shaft, while her finger maintained an agonizingly
slow exploration of the inside of his arse. It was simply more sensation than
he could take. Ron caught him as he started to fall, only because his arms were
already surrounding him while they kissed.
"Let’s all get back onto the bed, shall we?" Ron suggested.
***** Like A Kitten With A Saucer Of Milk *****
Surely some magical force had to be working to prevent the bed from collapsing,
as all four bodies made a dive for it at once, arms and legs tangled together
in a heady mixture of sweat and desire. Harry found Ginny at once, and pulled
her on top of his body for a slow and tender kiss. He found it incredibly
stimulating that he could taste not only the normal minty flavor of Ginny’s
mouth, but traces of what he now clearly recognized as Hermione’s juices on
Ginny’s lips, as well as hints of his own and Ron’s spunk that Ginny had licked
from Ron’s hand. He knew if he didn’t slow things down a bit, he wouldn’t last
much longer, and Harry was not ready for the evening to end.
Harry contented himself for some time just kissing Ginny and allowing his hands
to roam freely, combing through her luxurious red hair and rubbing across her
shoulders and down her back, occasionally grasping her hips and pulling her
lower body in tighter against his and causing just the right amount of friction
between them to both keep that need going, while at the same time keeping it
under control.
Ron had stretched out on his side and propped himself on one elbow then cuddled
Hermione close to himself. He voraciously kissed and sucked on her mouth, her
ears, her neck, but he watched Harry covertly over Hermione’s shoulder. When he
saw how Harry was taking his time with Ginny, he backed off of his ravenous
assault on Hermione, slowing himself down to enjoy a more leisurely feast of
the beautiful brunette who was so deliciously offering herself to him. He
gently pushed her onto her back as he continued to kiss her, palming a breast
with the hand that wasn’t supporting his head.
Ginny was making soft little sounds – gasps and purrs and hisses – undoubtedly
caused by having Harry nibbling at her earlobes and the hollow of her neck, her
collarbones and her shoulders, as he massaged a breast with one hand, teasing
the nipple with his thumb. Ron continued to watch them, being careful not to
neglect Hermione, and he wondered how he’d missed when Harry had rolled Ginny
onto her back and pinned her beneath himself, but it really didn’t matter. The
two of them looked so good together like that, and Ron vaguely pondered whether
Harry may have been attracted to him because of his similarity to Ginny, or if
he might have been attracted to Ginny because of her similarity to him.
Hermione moaned as Ron kissed his way toward her breast, and shivered in
anticipation when he picked up his wand and summoned the remains of the
chocolate sauce.
"I didn’t get any while ago, you know," he whispered with a grin.
Ginny smiled to herself and nudged Harry to get his attention as Ron sat once
again cross-legged on the bed and began to dribble the sticky sweet onto
Hermione’s body. Harry watched too, his mouth full of Ginny’s breast, as Ron
carefully applied copious amounts of chocolate to both breasts before
zigzagging downward across Hermione’s tummy. He sat the bowl on the bed long
enough to nudge her legs farther apart with his hands, then drizzled most of
the remaining sauce onto her upper thighs and the folds of her pussy, then he
finished with a healthy dollop that completely covered her clit. He licked his
lips as he placed the bowl on a nearby table and stretched out once more beside
Hermione to savor his feast.
Ron was so absorbed in his task, he still had not noticed his attentive
audience, but Hermione’s eyes found Ginny’s for a brief moment and they shared
a smile as Ron bowed his head to Hermione’s breast, reverently worshiping her
body with his tongue as he began to collect the chocolate melting against her
flushed skin. Hermione stretched her arms over her head, not wanting them to
interfere with Ron’s access, and making her untouched breast look for all the
world like an open invitation to Harry and Ginny.
Ginny caught Hermione’s eye once more and Hermione nodded her head, almost
imperceptibly, but enough for Ginny to know. She leaned in to whisper softly in
Harry’s ear.
"Let’s help him a bit."
Harry looked inquiringly toward Hermione, who blushed but licked her lips, so
Harry raised himself off of Ginny and they both crawled across the bed towards
the other couple. Hermione mumbled something unintelligible as Harry and Ginny
began to swirl their tongues together around her mound of neglected chocolate-
coated flesh, and Ron looked up from her nipple, a chocolate breast-print
adorning his cheek. He flashed Harry and Ginny a mischievous Weasley smile and
returned to sucking the chocolate off Hermione’s areola. Harry and Ginny
continued to lick the chocolate on their side of Hermione, each taking turns
sucking her nipple into their mouths to remove all remaining traces of the
sweet. Ginny nipped her playfully with her teeth, and Hermione squeaked in
return, as Harry scooted away to rest his back against the headboard of the
bed.
Ginny repositioned herself at Harry’s side, resting her back against the side
of his chest and her head on his shoulder, so they could enjoy the rest of
show. Ginny’s position was just right for Harry to breathe in the honeysuckle
scent of her hair and to cup one of her breasts in his hand. He kissed the top
of her head, resting his chin against it, as he watched Ron lap the traces of
chocolate from Hermione’s tummy and set to work on her thighs.
For some time, the only sounds in the room were the steady rhythms of deep and
heavy breathing, and the slurping noises Ron made as he chased the well-warmed
chocolate over the curves of Hermione’s thighs. Instinctively, Hermione opened
her legs to him, draping one ankle across Harry’s calf as she did. Harry could
feel Ginny’s breathing quicken through the breast he still held in his hand,
and he bit his lip to muffle a groan as he gazed at Hermione’s chocolate
covered snatch while Ron moved into position and began to clean the gooey
substance from her delectable folds with his tongue.
Harry trailed his hand from Ginny’s breast down towards her center and she
shifted her position just enough for him to reach her. He collected some of her
silken wetness on his fingertips and slowly massaged the fluid into her taut
little bundle of nerves. His cock, which was aching with renewed need, twitched
against his belly and he grasped it with his free hand and began to slide it up
and down his length. Ron was gorgeous, he thought, as he watched him make love
to Hermione’s pussy with his mouth, tongue thrusting inside her, and then
retreating to lick long stripes through her folds. He wondered why Ron had
never done that with him, knowing the feeling would be just incredible if the
chocolate inspired Ron’s talented mouth to work any harder at sucking him off
than he normally did.
Hermione had dissolved into a mass of gasps and pants as Ron maintained a
maddening pace with his tongue, working to collect all the chocolate, but at
the same time using his long tongue to push Hermione’s senses into clouds of
passion where even Ginny’s expertise had never taken her. The touch of Ron’s
tongue on her overly sensitive bits could have easily pushed Hermione over the
edge alone, but as her eyes found Harry’s hand wanking himself as he watched
Ron devour her pussy, it was too much for Hermione. She gripped the sheets
tightly in her hands as her muscles clenched deep inside her belly and her
juices flowed onto Ron, mixing with the remaining chocolate as he continued to
lap it up hungrily, like a kitten with a saucer of milk. Harry licked his lips
and pumped his cock just a little faster.
At some point during all of this, Ginny’s hand had joined Harry’s between her
legs and she thrust her fingers into herself as Harry massaged her clit. She,
too, had been watching every swipe of Ron’s tongue into Hermione and she longed
to taste the combined flavors for herself when Hermione’s release washed over
her. She pressed her fingers deeper into herself and ground Harry’s hand
against her, anxious with that need for her own release.
Harry’s cock ached, but he knew Ginny needed his attention more at the moment,
so he settled her tenderly on the edge of the bed as he slipped off onto the
floor and rested his weight on his knees so that he was perfectly positioned at
eye level with Ginny’s triangle of curls. He teased her with his tongue,
running the flat of it along the creases where her thighs joined her body, then
using the tip to trace figure-8's, circling first her clit, then the rosy pink
pucker of her arse. She whimpered and bucked against his mouth, changing her
position so that her legs fell farther apart, inviting him to do whatever he
wished with her.
Ginny’s obvious trust of Harry in offering herself up to him so vulnerably made
Harry’s heart swell with love for her and he hastily wiped the back of his hand
across some moisture that had appeared at the corner of his eye. He paused his
tongue at the bottom of the figure-8 and pressed the tip of it against the
tight little muscles hiding there. Ginny gasped and cried out his name as he
pushed it farther inside her, slowly fucking her arse with his tongue.
Once he felt she was lubricated well enough, Harry replaced his tongue with his
thumb, continuing his unhurried in and out motions, building the nervous frenzy
in the pit of Ginny’s stomach. Not satisfied that this alone was enough to give
Ginny the pleasure she deserved, Harry pressed his face against her, sucking
her clit into his mouth and working it with his tongue. Each time she began to
squirm from that need building inside her, Harry would thrust his tongue deep
inside her pussy, massaging it sensuously until he felt her begin to relax once
again.
Ron had finally licked the last of the chocolate from Hermione’s body, and lay
with his feet pointed toward her head as he rested his head on her thigh,
taking a moment to catch his breath. He watched Harry as he made Ginny come
apart with his tongue, then coax her back together, so he could do it all over
again. He longed to have that effect on Hermione, but even though he knew he’d
made her climax with his mouth and tongue, his tendency toward self-doubt
whispered that it was the chocolate – if he poured enough chocolate on her twat
and licked it all away, he was bound to hit the right places eventually.
Ron jumped just a bit, slightly surprised when he felt Hermione’s hand close
around his straining erection. She stroked him slowly, and a bit awkwardly
because of the positions in which they lay, but just knowing it was her
touching him kindled the tantalizing fire in his belly. He growled low in his
throat, hoping to make encouraging sounds that would inspire her to keep going.
Apparently Hermione found their positions less than satisfactory for caressing
her lover with her hands, so she tilted her body towards his and took him into
her mouth.
"Oh, Fuck!" gasped Ron, then he cringed, waiting for Hermione to scold him for
his language.
Instead, she just made a soft rumbling sound somewhere deep in her throat,
creating vibrations in her mouth that tickled his cock and made his balls
contract. She grasped him around the base with one hand, and gently rolled and
squeezed his balls with the other, as she bobbed her head up and down and
relaxed her throat to allow his cock to slide nearly all the way inside. A
little spurt of fluid escaped from the tip as it hit the back of Hermione’s
throat.
"Bloody Hell, Hermione," Ron squeaked out. "I can’t hold it back. Let me fuck
you."
Hermione continued to bob her head, hollowing her cheeks and sucking him
harder, seemingly oblivious to what Ron had just said. Ron’s thigh muscles
tensed as he struggled to stay in control of himself, but he bucked against her
mouth none-the-less. Hermione giggled around his cock, knowing she was having
an effect on him, and she slid her mouth up, pausing at the head to work it
with her tongue as she sucked on him like she was trying to pull ice cream
through a straw.
Ron began to utter a string of nearly incoherent curses, no longer able to
control his own body, and Hermione released him just long enough to turn
herself around and straddle him. She held his prick upright with her hand,
impaling herself on him until he was buried deep within her tight channel.
Ron’s legs trembled from the sensation, and Hermione ground herself into him
where their bodies were joined.
Ginny had angled her head back so that she could watch Ron and Hermione as she
squeezed her own breasts and pinched the nipples with her thumb and forefinger.
Harry’s ministrations between her thighs had her breathless with that need, and
her vaginal muscles had contracted so many times she felt as if she were having
one long, continual orgasm.
"Please, Harry," she finally begged when that need threatened to overwhelm her
senses, making her feel as if she were floating on the edge of consciousness.
Harry stood slowly and grabbed Ginny’s thighs, pulling her to the very edge of
the bed. Ginny flushed a bit when she looked at his face, which glistened from
nose to chin and nearly from ear to ear with her juices. He stuck his tongue
out and circled it around his mouth, making her blush even more as he
positioned his pulsing cock at her entrance and drove into her, with the backs
of her thighs pulled tightly against his chest. He kept his hands on the fronts
of her thighs, massaging the muscles there as he held her legs to his body, and
he tilted his head to lick the arch of her right foot. That need had overtaken
Harry’s control, and he poured his very soul into the lusty redhead who had
offered herself to him so freely.
Hermione had begun to move over Ron, leaning forward so that her nipples
taunted his lips each time she rose up to slide his cock nearly out of her,
then again as she slammed herself back down it’s length so that the tip rubbed
across just the right spot inside her to make her ache for more. She tried to
concentrate on tightening her vaginal muscles around Ron’s cock, wanting to
increase the sensations he was feeling, but in her current state, it was hard
for her to concentrate on much of anything except bouncing up and down on his
prick as hard and fast as she possibly could.
Hermione soon found herself somewhat winded, getting the least exercise of the
four of them, since all the others had regular Quidditch training. She was
grateful when Ron realized she was panting and rolled them over to assume the
top position. Hermione wrapped her legs around Ron’s waist and he pounded into
her until he exploded somewhere deep inside.
Twenty minutes later, Hermione smiled contentedly as the four friends walked
back to Gryffindor Tower because her hand was clamped tightly within Ron’s and
he made no effort to let it go as they passed other students in the corridor.
And the best part of it all was that this was only Friday night. They still had
the rest of the weekend ahead of them.
***** I Just, Umm, Really Like It *****
Ginny paused outside the door to the Room of Requirement and chewed her bottom
lip. She’d been a little surprised to be awoken by the insistent tapping of an
owl outside her dorm window so early in the morning – it wasn’t even quite
light outside – but that was nothing to her surprise when she’d recognized her
brother’s untidy scrawl on the parchment asking her to meet him straight away.
She took a steadying breath and slipped into the room, casting a quick locking
spell as she entered. She smiled to herself as she noticed how vastly different
the room looked in comparison to the night before. The big bed on which she’d
played with her lovers and her brother was gone, a low table surrounded by a
squashy sofa and an armchair in its place. Ron stood on the far side of the
room, one foot propped on a window box as he looked out onto the school
grounds, watching the pink and orange glow of the slowly rising sun.
"What do you want, Ron?" yawned Ginny. "It’s so early and we were all out late
last night."
Ron turned and motioned toward the sofa, willing Ginny to sit there, as he
seated himself in the armchair and fixed his eyes nervously on her face.
"I wanted to talk to you about Hermione," he began hesitantly, color creeping
into his cheeks, "and about you – well, about the two of you. I thought maybe
you could tell me – you know – what I should do when I’m alone with her. When
getting things started is up to me."
"You’re kidding, right? Hasn’t Dad given you "the talk" yet?"
Ron frowned slightly and quirked up an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah, I guess. He actually talked to me and Harry at the Burrow this
past summer, the night before Harry’s birthday. I think Harry was kind of
touched Dad included him. I mean, who’d want to hear about sex from Harry’s
Uncle Vernon? But it was still a horrible experience. Dad kept saying stuff
like ‘I know you boys are getting old enough to experience feelings that could
be a bit embarrassing if they popped up at the wrong time’ and assuring us it
was ‘perfectly okay to take the problem in hand, rather than to rush into
something with a girl before you’re sure she’s the right one for you.’ It was
dead embarrassing, particularly since Harry and I had been taking each other’s
problems in hand for well over a year." Ron paused, then he laughed. "Dad would
do his knut if he’d realized he was giving Harry how-to lessons for shagging
his own daughter."
Ginny threw a pillow off the sofa at Ron’s head before he could continue with
that particular line of thought.
"But seriously, Gin, Dad told me and Harry all about the mechanics of sex – you
know, Tab A goes into Slot B – but he didn’t tell us a thing that would help us
get a girl’s pants off in the first place so we could try out the tabs and
slots."
"Maybe Mum should have talked to you," Ginny teased, and Ron blanched. "She
cornered me and Hermione three days before we came back to school. Hermione had
already had “the talk" from her parents, Mum and Dad together, but her parents
are dentists you know, and I don’t think they really told her much of anything
useful. From what she told me, it was all pretty clinical and made it sound
like something you would really only want to try if you were hoping to produce
a child."
Ron’s eyes glazed over a bit at that.
"Mum was really good about it though, and even though she managed to cover the
‘mechanics’ as you called it, she was pretty candid about how certain
activities make you feel and how we could expect our bodies to react to them.
Then she gave us this book about sex, with pictures and everything, to
familiarize us better with a wizard’s body. It was called The Modern Witch’s
Guide, or something like that. Hermione has it now. But Mum told us we were to
study it carefully, but not to plan on testing out what we’d learned until well
after seventh year."
"That’s great, Gin, but it doesn’t help me one sodding bit. You know exactly
how to please Hermione. I’ve watched you do it, and more importantly, you
obviously know how to get her out of her clothes, so tell me what to do!"
"Oh!" Ginny was surprised by Ron’s nerve at asking her so directly, "Well, umm,
let me think a minute. Our first time was sort of unintentional. She was at the
Burrow – well, you remember the day we all went to the lake summer before last
and Hermione and I got so sunburned?"
Ron nodded, and Ginny told him, in considerable detail, the story of how a
simple application of sunburn potion had led to her intimate relationship with
her friend. Ron shifted in his seat and absently adjusted the erection that had
begun to strain against his flies as he listened to Ginny talk, then he
realized what he’d done and hoped she hadn’t noticed.
"It’s okay," she said teasingly to her brother, glancing rather pointedly at
the bulge he had failed to hide. "It has the same effect on me when I think
about it, only girls have the advantage that it isn’t quite so noticeable."
"I’m really sorry, Gin," Ron said, still squirming a bit in his chair. "I
shouldn’t be getting like this when it’s just you and me and we’re trying to
have a serious conversation, but after watching the two of you together, it’s
kind of easy to forget you’re my sister."
"Don’t worry about it, Ron. If I hadn’t kept telling myself you were my brother
last night, I’d have probably wandered across a few lines I shouldn’t have
crossed."
The two siblings sat in silence for a few moments before Ginny spoke again.
"Well, since you have me here, maybe you could give me a few tips on how to,
umm, well, how to – you know do things to Harry. I’m not exactly as keen on
book learning as Hermione." She worried her bottom lip expectantly as she
waited for Ron to answer.
Ron looked a bit flustered at that, and swallowed hard before speaking.
"OK, sure, but first you’ve got to help me with Hermione. We didn’t exactly
start out like you and Harry, and even though she’s been my best friend for
years, it’s always been awkward being alone with her. If it’s like that now,
I’m doomed."
Ginny told Ron about some of the non-physical stuff she used to do with Michael
and with Dean, and stuff she did with Harry before he and Ron caught her with
Hermione; things like long walks around the school grounds to watch the sun set
and picnics on a blanket down by the lake on sunny afternoons. She told him
that Harry liked to go up to the Astronomy Tower on stormy nights to watch the
lightning, and since the tower is a pretty popular make-out spot, thunderstorms
are the best time to go if you’re nervous because the thunder and lightning
would give the girl a good excuse to cling to him for protection, making it
easier to start something more. Ron looked at her rather sharply at that point,
and Ginny laughed.
"Well, it didn’t work so well with Harry because he was either too much of a
gentleman, or too scared of you to try anything physical, but I certainly
tried."
Ron grinned at her then, and blushed a little as he asked, "So, what about the
physical stuff then? What does Hermione like?"
"You seemed to have that pretty well covered last night, Ron. I don’t really
think you need my help."
Ron told her what he’d feared the previous night, how if you poured enough
chocolate on her bits and concentrated hard enough on licking it off, you were
bound to hit the right bits every once in awhile. Ginny snickered at him, but
then took pity on him and tried to answer his questions.
"Well, I think you’re probably okay on snogging, since you got plenty of
practice with Lav Lav the first of the year, and I assume you’ve been
practicing with Harry for awhile based on the show you two gave us last night."
Ginny never could resist teasing her big brother. "You seemed to know what you
were doing when we were kissing, so just keep up the good work on that.
Hermione likes kissing, and she likes having her neck and earlobes kissed as
well, but I think you can do that okay since you’re good at basic snogging."
Ron nodded and Ginny continued. "I’ll guess that you’re okay with breasts and
nipples as well, since I noticed you teasing Harry’s last night. Just remember
that girls are bigger there, so they might want a bit more time and attention
than you’d give Harry. Massage them with your hands, and squeeze them a little,
but not too tightly. Hermione’s nipples are awfully sensitive, so be careful of
your teeth. The way you went at Harry’s might be a bit too much for her, unless
she’s already really aroused."
"Okay, got it, I guess." Ron shifted a bit in his seat. "So what about the bits
that are nothing like Harry? I never did anything besides snogging with
Lavender, except for once I did get to feel her tits, but just through her
clothes."
Ginny held back a giggle, knowing that allowing it to escape would do nothing
to further their conversation. She curled her legs up under her on the squashy
sofa and fixed her eyes firmly on Ron’s trainers before launching into a highly
educational monologue about female anatomy and pleasure points, and where to
touch and stroke and tease with his hands and mouth and tongue. When she felt
she’d fairly adequately covered all the bases, she looked up at him
expectantly, but was hugely disappointed to note that his eyes had glazed over
again, this time much like they would in Professor Binns’ History of Magic
classroom, and he held a rather pained expression on his face.
"Ron?" she whispered softly.
"Huh?" he answered, trying to refocus on the present. "I’m sorry, Gin, but you
just really lost me somewhere between the clitoris and the g-spot. The
information was more useful than what Dad told us, but half the time I wasn’t
sure what in the hell you were talking about, and what I did understand kept
making my brain wander off to figure out how to make it work. Could we maybe
try that again a bit slower? And could you put it in a bloke’s words instead of
like Hermione or some sort of talking library book?"
Ginny pressed the heels of her hands against her forehead and sighed. This
really wasn’t an easy conversation to have with her brother, but she knew it
was important to him, and to Hermione as well, even if she didn’t know about
it. She chewed her bottom lip a moment, thinking about how to begin again, then
seemed to make a decision and pulled her wand from her pocket.
"Okay, Ron, don’t freak out on me or anything, but I think this will work
better," Ginny said quickly, then waved her wand and banished her clothing
before she had time to change her mind.
"GINNY! What are you doing?" squeaked Ron, clearly panicking as his face turned
nearly purple from embarrassment.
"Relax, Ron. You’ve seen me naked twice in the last week, so it’s no big deal.
I think it will be easier to show you some stuff, than to try to explain it all
with words. Besides, you weren’t blushing that bad last night, so get over it.
"You can’t blush when your blood supply has all gone south," said Ron. "And
what do you mean show me?"
"Well . . ." Ginny said hesitantly as she scooted back into the corner of the
sofa and propped a foot on the cushion, allowing her legs to part so that Ron
had a very clear view of her snatch. "Try to pay attention to what I’m saying,
but watch what I’m doing, too."
Ron’s eyebrows disappeared completely under his fringe.
Ginny then gave Ron a thoroughly agonizing lesson on where exactly to find a
woman’s clit, showing him explicitly how she could stroke it and manipulate it
with the flat of her fingertips to get herself all wet and hot and bothered.
She slid two fingers into herself while still using her thumb to rub her clit,
explaining that was how she drove Hermione over the edge, then she slid her
glistening fingers out of herself and used them to massage her little nub while
explaining that was how Hermione got her off. Poor Ron watched and listened
with rapt attention, shifting constantly in his chair and occasionally pressing
the heel of his hand against his flies to ease the ache he was experiencing.
Ginny’s body was flushed and she’d thoroughly worked that need up within
herself, all in the name of helping out her brother.
"Why don’t you come try it a bit, just to see if you understand?"
Ron’s eyes bulged. "What?"
"Oh, come on. You had your hands on me last night. It’s really no big deal now,
is it?"
Ron’s heart was pounding, both from nerves and anticipation, but this was all
in the name of education, right? Like in McGonagall’s class when you first get
a lecture on the theory behind a particular type of transfiguration, then you
have a sort of hands-on practice session where you actually attempt to perform
the magic. He swallowed hard and knelt in front of Ginny.
Ron just sort of froze, eyes fixed on Ginny’s red curls as if he were
hypnotized, so she took his hand in hers and placed it first on her breast. He
looked up at her, eyes round and looking rather like an owl, but she nodded
encouragingly at him, so he raised his other hand to cup the other breast as
well. At first he just palmed them, sort of getting acquainted with their shape
and weight, then he gave them an experimental bounce. Ginny made a rather
contented sound like a cat’s purr and Ron relaxed a bit. He rubbed her breasts
with the palms of his calloused hands and teased the pads of his thumbs across
her nipples. Occasionally he gave them a gentle squeeze, eliciting a slight
shiver from Ginny, who was all the while making soft sounds that suggested he
was doing it properly.
"That’s really good, Ron," she finally whispered, "but with Hermione, you may
want to do some of that with your mouth as well, even without chocolate sauce.
So maybe now you’re ready to move down to the next lesson, huh?"
Ron looked nervous, but trailed his hands down Ginny’s sides to rest at the
curve of her hips. Very slowly, he inched his way across the tops of her spread
thighs towards her center, and then he hesitated.
"I’m already so wet, Ron," Ginny murmured, "Your fingers will slip inside
really easily, just like they did last night."
Ginny moaned softly when he followed her instructions, sliding in two of his
fingers.
"Now use your thumb to rub against my clit while your fingers move in and out a
bit."
She lowered her own hands between her legs to help open herself up for him.
Ginny squeezed her muscles around Ron’s fingers as his thumb began to stroke
her little bundle of nerves, and Ron reached down with his free hand to undo
his flies and free his aching erection. He continued stroking Ginny with his
thumb and fingers, avidly watching her face for her reactions to see if he was
doing it right. Once in awhile, she’d murmur for him to move his thumb a bit
left or a bit right, but otherwise he was apparently doing things properly.
"So good, Ron," Ginny moaned. "Hermione will love this!" She clamped down on
his fingers rather hard, and Ron felt the rush of warmth and wetness when Ginny
climaxed in his hand.
Ron continued to stroke Ginny through her orgasm, and was about to take his
hand away from her as her breathing returned to near normal.
"More, Ron, like you do to Harry," she urged.
Ron looked confused, and Ginny flushed a bit. "You know, lower."
Ron slipped his fingers out and hoped he’d understood her properly as he
stroked his fingertips downward to massage her wetness against her tight little
pucker. When she arched her back to press against his hand, Ron gently slipped
his index finger inside her and she moaned loudly. He twisted his hand around
so he could again tease her clit with his thumb as he stroked her very tight
channel with his finger. No longer being able to stand the strain of his own
arousal, he wrapped his free hand around his prick and pulled it slowly. He
could tell when Ginny found her second release by the way she screwed her eyes
shut and her muscles clenched all over. As she came down, Ron whispered a
cleansing charm on the two of them, and, a little reluctantly, pushed up off
his knees and sat at the far end of the sofa, using his jumper to hide his
swollen cock and his open flies from Ginny’s view.
"Hermione won’t have any complaints, Ron," Ginny complimented. "That was
brilliant! But, umm, I probably should tell you she doesn’t really go for that
last bit. She doesn’t mind doing it to me, but she’s not much for having it
done to her."
"Then why did you tell me to do it?" Ron exclaimed, his voice sounding much
like a twelve year old girl.
"Sorry, Ron," Ginny flushed. "I just, umm, really like it."
"Oh, right then," Ron said, and stared fixedly at the floor.
Ginny summoned her clothes and put them back on during a rather uncomfortable
silence between the two redheads, while Ron fidgeted with his hands and looked
everywhere except at Ginny. After she was done, and Ron still didn’t look at
her, Ginny finally spoke.
"So, are you going to teach me about Harry now?"
***** Wet And Slippery Is Not A Problem *****
Harry found Hermione with a book in her lap, sitting on the sofa by the fire in
the common room when he came downstairs from the boys’ dorm.
"Morning, Mione," he said as he raked a hand through his hair, which was still
damp from the shower. "You seen Ron this morning?"
Hermione shook her head. "Nor Ginny either, but no one’s come down from her
year yet, so I don’t know if she’s still sleeping, or if she’s already gone for
breakfast."
Harry flopped down on the sofa next to his friend and stretched his legs out in
front of himself. He watched Hermione stare at her book for as long as he could
stand it, and finally asked if she wanted to go on down to breakfast with him.
Hermione seemed to hesitate, but knew that if Ron wasn’t in the dorm or in the
common room, he must’ve already gone down. "Don’t you want to wait for Ginny?"
Harry shrugged. "I’m hungry, Mione. Couldn’t you just go up and tell her to
meet us there?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry, and tried to hide the smile that played at
the corners of her mouth, but she got up and headed toward the fifth year
girls’ dorm. Harry was about to close his eyes while he waited, but noticed the
book Hermione had left behind – The Modern Witch’s Guide to What a Wizard
Wants, illustrated edition.
Harry took off his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt, then put them back on
and looked at the book again. Hermione wouldn’t read something like that – he
couldn’t have read it correctly the first time. But he had, he noted, as he
picked up the book and turned to the table of contents. His eyes grew nearly as
round as his glasses while he perused the chapters: Subtle Tricks for Inspiring
an Erection, Hand Positions for Stimulating the Penis, Devices for Preventing
Ejaculation and Prolonging Pleasure. He looked nervously about the empty common
room, just to be sure no one was watching him. He started to flip through the
pages, but slapped the book back onto the table and wiped the sweat from his
forehead when, after staring open-mouthed at various photos of nude witches and
wizards touching one another in various places, his eyes had settled on a
moving illustration of a pretty blonde witch with really big breasts, deep-
throating a tanned and muscled wizard laying on what appeared to be a kitchen
table, all set to serve someone their dinner.
Hermione came back into the room just in time to hear Harry snap the book
closed and fling it at the table. She immediately noticed his guilty expression
as she walked around to face him.
"Honestly Harry, I don’t know why you look so embarrassed. We were practically
doing this together last night."
Harry swallowed hard, but had no answer for her.
"You know, I wouldn’t need to read this at all if you would help me with a few
things. You looked so good with Ron last night and it was obvious you know what
he likes, how to, erm – please him, and what feels good to him. If you could
just help me . . ."
"What?" Harry had a panicked look on his face.
"Well, it would be kind of humiliating if I couldn’t get him off as well as you
do, now wouldn’t it?" Hermione planted her hands on her hips and glared at him,
and Harry new immediately he was doomed to having a very uncomfortable
conversation with Hermione sometime in the not too distant future.
He was very relieved when she uncharacteristically said nothing more on the
subject, but suggested they head for the Great Hall since Ginny was gone from
her dorm as well. The two friends climbed out through the portrait hole and
walked in amicable silence toward the tempting smell of sausages and fried
apples.
Harry and Hermione passed a few Hufflepuffs on their way to the Great Hall, and
narrowly avoided making themselves a target for Peeves by ducking down a side
corridor upon hearing the shrieks of several First Years running ahead of them,
trying in vain to dodge showers of what appeared to be pumpkin juice raining
from the high stone ceiling. Peeves cackled and continued to chase after them.
There was no sign of either Ron or Ginny when Harry and Hermione found their
seats at the Gryffindor table. None of the few students seated there had seen
them, and Hermione worried that something might have happened to their parents,
or possibly one of their older brothers, until Harry convinced her that if
something bad had happened, Professor McGonagall would have sent for the two of
them as well.
The two friends laughed and talked as they tucked into their breakfast, Harry
being quite careful to steer their topics into "safe" areas like lessons, or
their upcoming hunt for the remaining horcruxes. Imagine "safe" and "hunting
for horcruxes" being in the same thought, mused Harry. He did not want Hermione
to veer into more intimate discussions, whether there in the Great Hall or
elsewhere, and he feared any mention of the previous evening, or of the book
he’d found her with that morning, might remind her of her suggestion that he
might be able to save her the trouble of reading it. He did not fancy trying to
explain to Hermione exactly what she should do with her hands, or her mouth, to
make get Ron off.
The post owls arrived just as Harry and Hermione were preparing to leave the
Great Hall, so Hermione waited to collect her copy of The Prophet and push a
knut into the delivery owl’s pouch. She didn’t even bother to unroll the paper
as she left the with Harry, suggesting they enjoy a bit of the sunshine and
fresh air by taking a walk down to the lake. Harry, who nearly always preferred
being outdoors, immediately concurred, not stopping to think he was setting
himself up to be alone with Hermione.
They walked in relative silence until they reached the bank, then proceeded to
make their way around the shoreline heading for their favorite spot under the
old elm tree. The foliage in the area had flourished with the early spring
warmth, and Hermione noted with some satisfaction that it now completely
obstructed her and Harry from view of the castle. In fact, no one could see
them at all unless they walked completely around the lake and looked directly
across from the other side. This should be perfect, she thought.
Harry had stretched himself out on the ground, using a large rock as a pillow
as he stared up into the tree, watching a mother bird feeding fat worms to her
chicks. He squinted slightly against the sunlight streaming through the
branches.
Hermione squatted down beside him and stared at him until he noticed her. "So
are you going to teach me how to make Ron ejaculate now?"
Harry sat up so fast he nearly knocked Hermione over backward. He had to grab
frantically to keep her from falling on her arse. His Seeker reflexes enabled
him to grasp her arms, but also left him with his fingertips pressed against
the sides of her breasts, something which - two weeks ago - he wouldn’t have
thought twice about, but now - after two passionate encounters in the Room of
Requirement - Harry was painfully aware of the sudden contact.
"Harry," Hermione teased, "if you want to feel them, you can do better than
that you know."
Harry instantly released her, mumbling an apology as his face burned red, and
Hermione landed on her bum with a surprised "OH!"
Hermione frowned in Harry’s direction, but he was stubbornly looking away, face
still flaming.
"Harry, this is ridiculous!" she began, in her best bossy voice. "You have been
my best friend for seven years now, and we’re both shagging our other best
friend, and you’ve seen me naked and I you, and we’ve kissed, and you’ve had
your tongue on my cli . . ."
"Enough, Hermione, I get it!" Harry whipped around to look at her, almost
shouting, but determined to keep her from finishing that sentence. "Just tell
me what it is that you want to talk about and let’s get this over with, yeah?"
"I don’t want to talk about anything, Harry," she said, sounding surprised. "If
I merely wanted a verbal description, I’d have kept reading that book Ginny’s
Mum lent us. I want you to show me how to do it."
Harry gaped at her, obviously stunned at her words. "Mrs. Weasley gave you THAT
book? What in the hell was she thinking?"
"Well, I expect she thought it was full of useful information that we might one
day want to know about. I don’t think she anticipated we might want to use any
of it before we’d left school. In fact, I think she specifically told us not to
use any of it while we were still at Hogwarts."
Harry was about to ask if Ginny had seen the book, but Hermione cut him off.
"Stop avoiding the subject, Harry."
With a few complicated waves of her wand, Hermione erected something of a
shield around them, added a disillusionment charm for good measure, and
finished with "Muffliato," wincing slightly in Harry’s direction. "Okay, so
maybe the Prince’s book is a little bit handy."
Harry knew he was defeated and shook his head. "You’re a little bit scary
sometimes, you know that? Brilliant, but scary." The two friends both laughed
at Harry’s use of Ron’s words from first year after Hermione had hit Neville
with a full body bind before the three friends had scurried off to save the
Sorcerer’s Stone.
Harry pushed himself backward across the ground as Hermione crawled towards
him.
"I’m not going to bite you, Harry," she teased, a hint of seductiveness in her
voice now, "unless, of course, you want me to, or umm, unless you think Ron
would want me to bite him."
"Hermione, no," he said, as her hand reached towards his flies and he pushed it
away. He couldn’t back any farther as he’d bumped up against the Elm tree.
There was a hint of desperation in his voice as he realized his traitorous cock
was responding to the view he’d gotten down the front of her top while she’d
crawled towards him.
"I can do it myself if you’re that determined," he said through gritted teeth,
"but it’s just not on. Ron and Ginny will never understand this."
Hermione smiled at him. "Oh, Ginny will we okay with it. She asked me if I
wanted her to give Ron lessons." The look on Harry’s face was priceless. "I
told her he was pretty good already, but practice makes perfect."
Harry wasn’t really sure if he undid his flies and pushed his jeans and pants
down past his hips because of the unbidden desire he was feeling toward
Hermione, coupled with the knowledge that Ginny probably wouldn’t hex him for
it after all, or if he did it in a moment of rage at thinking Ginny’s mouth
could be around Ron’s cock at that very moment. But no, Harry rationalized, Ron
was Ginny’s brother. She wouldn’t, would she? But she did have her hands on him
last night . . .
Hermione worried her lower lip between her teeth, a hint of hunger in her eyes,
as she watched Harry’s thick length spring free from his denims. He was hard
already, Merlin, he was hard, and the picture he presented with his head and
his back resting against the tree and the waistband of his denims down around
his muscular thighs was enough to make her knickers uncomfortably moist.
Hermione let go of her lip long enough to rub her tongue across her upper lip,
then went back to chewing the bottom one. She nearly whimpered when Harry’s
hand wrapped around his cock and he began to stroke it slowly. Bloody Hell, the
look on his face, his eyes darkened, and his mouth slightly open. Hermione
ached from the need to touch him, but she bit her lip harder and squirmed a bit
on the ground.
Harry’s eyes were closed, and Hermione wondered what he was thinking about as
his hand moved up and down his shaft, thumb brushing across the head on the
upstroke to spread the pearly droplets already forming there. A tiny drop of
blood bloomed on Hermione’s lip as Harry’s free hand idly snaked its way
between his thighs and began to caress his balls. Hermione hadn’t even noticed
when her tooth broke the tender skin on her lip, but she noticed Harry’s tongue
peek out to lick his own lips. She groped on the ground for her wand where
she’d carelessly dropped it after casting "Muffliato," unwilling now to glance
away from the provocative display before her. When her hand closed around the
smooth wood, she aimed it at Harry, barely whispering the charm to banish his
shirt lest she disturb the moment. If Harry noticed his chest was now exposed,
he gave no outward sign.
Merlin, Harry was gorgeous! Hermione had told him once, not so long ago, that
he’d never been more fanciable and Ron had been a bit affronted, but it was
true. He was still small in overall stature compared to Ron, and really
compared to many of the boys in their year, but Quidditch had given him
rippling muscles in all the right places, particularly in his thighs - which,
she noted, she couldn’t quite see enough of, but something about seeing his
vulnerability with them trapped as they were with the buckle of his black belt
dangling between them was such a turn-on. She licked her lips again, allowing
her eyes to follow the field of coarse black hair that traced a line between
his collar bones, tapering down to a small patch on his chest between his
pectoral muscles, then ran in a fine line to somewhere about the bottom of his
ribcage. From that point, the hair thickened as it spread downward past his
belly button and grew into a larger patch as it lead the way toward the
glorious motion of his hand, still pulling at his cock as his hips thrust
rhythmically up from the ground to meet his strokes. Harry was not a boy
anymore. Harry was very much a man, and Hermione was a little surprised when
she realized she wasn’t looking at him analytically to learn how to please Ron;
she was looking at him simply because it pleased her to watch him. The guilt
gnawed at the back of her brain as she realized she wanted him, wanted Harry,
her best friend, wanted to know what it would feel like to have his cock buried
deep inside her. She groaned.
Harry opened his eyes at the sound, and flushed only slightly when he realize
his T-shirt was gone and his best friend – his best female friend – was staring
fixedly at his hand on his prick while he wanked. Embarrassing as that was on
some level, it was also very erotic and his penis throbbed in his hand.
"Learning anything?" he asked her softly.
"Erm, umm, I just, well, I . . ." Hermione swallowed audibly, and tried to
start again. "I thought, well, I guess I . . ." She couldn’t believe Harry had
turned her into Lavender Brown.
"S’okay, Mione," Harry said, voice huskier than when he normally spoke to her.
"C’mere."
Hermione inched her way toward Harry, still not taking her eyes off his hand as
it caressed his length, and settled herself beside him. With the hand that had
just been squeezing his bollocks, Harry reached for Hermione’s hand and guided
it toward his shaft.
"I don’t really think you need any help to please Ron, Hermione," Harry
whispered into her ear, "but I could use your help right now." He wrapped her
hand around his cock, and used his own to set the pace for the slow strokes he
loved so much. "Ron likes it just a bit faster than I do, and with the grip
just a little tighter."
Hermione finally tore her gaze away from Harry’s prick and looked into his
eyes, deep emerald pools of pure lust from her point of view, and stretched up
to kiss him. Their lips met, then parted. Their tongues writhed, and their
bodies moaned, and their hearts sang. As the hungry kisses deepened, Harry
bucked uncontrollably into Hermione’s hand, and he groaned into her mouth,
"Hermione, I’m gonna . . ."
Instantly, Hermione altered her grasp on Harry’s cock so that she was pinching
it, directly below the head with her thumb and her first two fingers, for three
or four seconds. Harry gasped for breath at the unexpected change, then at
feeling the urge to ejaculate slowly subside.
"Little trick I read about in Mrs. Weasley’s book," she said with a mischievous
grin. "I’m not ready for this to be over yet."
Harry’s breathing eased a bit, and Hermione again grasped his erection. She
laid her head against his chest and teased a nipple with her tongue, then
leaned lower, brushing her cheek against the patch of hair growing across his
belly button as her tongue collected the liquid oozing from the tip of Harry’s
cock.
"Damn, Mione," Harry groaned. "I don’t think you really need any help with this
either, but don’t let that stop you." Hermione smiled as she took him into her
mouth and proceeded to thoroughly worship him with her tongue.
After several exquisitely excruciating minutes of Hermione’s tongue working
it’s way up, down and around his length while she cupped his bollocks in the
palm of her hand and gently petted them with the pad of her thumb, Harry
finally spoke, his words coming in choppy syllables between panting breaths.
"H-oh, Her-my-n-nee, w-wait just - a - sec- ughhhnd."
When she raised her head to look at him, wondering if she’d done something
wrong, Harry leaned forward and pushed his denims farther down his legs,
letting them pool around his ankles as he dropped his thighs apart to give her
greater access to explore his body. He settled his head back against the tree
and urged her to carry on. Somewhere in the back of Harry’s mind, a little
voice reminded him that even if Ginny and Ron accepted the notion of an
instructional sexual encounter, the only actual learning that had occurred
since he’d unzipped his jeans came from Hermione teaching him to never
underestimate the hidden talents of his bookish best friend. The voice clammed
up rather quickly when Harry felt the head of his penis press against the back
of Hermione’s throat as she took him into her mouth in one seamless, fluid
motion.
Hermione began to bob her head slowly in Harry’s lap, drawing her lips along
the taut skin as she slid him nearly out of her mouth, still massaging around
the shaft with her tongue as much as she could, then swallowing him almost
completely again. Her fingertips gently teased his sensitive inner thighs as
she sucked him, and he tore up clumps of grass and earth with his fingers and
occasionally tilted his head forward just so he could slam it back against the
tree again in an effort to distract himself from the urgent need between his
thighs. He did not want, yet, to spill in her mouth and have this intensely
sweet torture end.
Hermione smiled around the thickness of Harry’s cock in her mouth, rather
pleased with herself when she realized how he was fidgeting. She took that as a
sign that he was enjoying what she was doing to him, and hoped Ron would
appreciate how hard she was working to learn to please him. Ron, oh Merlin . .
. Ron! Hermione’s eyes snapped open. She’d been so lost in lusting after Harry
once she’d seen his body bared in the bright sunlight, she’d actually forgotten
all about the stuff she’d really wanted him to teach her.
Hermione hadn’t really figured on asking Harry much about performing oral sex
on Ron because, even though last night had been her first attempt at it with
anyone other than Ginny, she’d watched Harry quite intently as he’d sucked on
Ron’s cock, and she felt she’d mimicked him at that quite well. It was the anal
part that worried Hermione. Ginny liked to feel Hermione’s finger inside her
there, and Hermione really didn’t mind doing that for her friend, even though
she wasn’t much on having Ginny reciprocate, but she figured Ron and Harry must
both really love it, unless their physical relationship hadn’t gone beyond hand
jobs and blow jobs. She was fairly certain she hadn’t imagined seeing Ron slide
two of his fingers into Harry’s arse, fingers he’d lubricated with juices
collected from inside her. She trailed her fingertips lightly across the pucker
of Harry’s entrance, watching carefully for his reaction; only a slight shiver
at first, and she might have missed it had she not been watching him so
intently.
Hermione raised her face away from Harry’s crotch, but continued to stroke him
with one hand while she softly circled his entrance with a finger of her other
hand. "Harry?" she softly breathed his name.
"Hmmm, feels good, Mione," he murmured. "Don’t stop yet, please."
Hermione took a deep breath, making her voice a little stronger, but still
gentle. "I won’t, but I want you to tell me something Harry." She paused, and
he looked at her with dazed eyes through the fringe of his lashes.
"Have you ever been inside Ron, you know, not with your fingers, but with
this," she squeezed his cock with her hand, "or has he been inside you like
that?"
Harry looked a bit uncomfortable at the question, but he hitched a breath and
answered her. "Yes, Hermione, and yes."
"And is it good?" she asked cautiously, not wanting to push him too far, but
wanting to know all the same.
Harry was breathing hard now, partly from how she was touching and teasing him,
and partly from his discomfort about answering these questions. He didn’t want
to cross some line that would squik her out so much he’d mess things up with
her and Ginny, for both Ron and himself. But he could never knowingly lie to
Hermione either, and so he told her.
"It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt Hermione, apart from last
night."
"And does Ron like it, too?" Hermione asked, a hint of something different in
her voice. Harry almost missed it because it was hard to concentrate on
conversation with Hermione’s hands still stroking him in such perfect ways.
"Umm, yeah, I think he does," Harry pondered over the question. "I mean, if he
didn’t, I think we’d have stopped doing it by now, yeah?"
"Oh, Harry," Hermione almost wailed. "I’m not equipped to do that to him! He
won’t be satisfied with me." But true to her word, Hermione determinedly
continued to pump his cock with her hand.
"Hermione, no, it’s not like that! You can do it, sort of, at least," Harry
tried to focus a bit less on his own pleasure, so he could comfort her. "If
you’re willing, Ron can do the same thing to you that he can do to me, and even
if you aren’t ready for that, or if you never are, he has another option – a
very nice option actually – of where he can put his – err, yeah. So that bit’s
okay. And as for you doing it to him, well . . ." Harry paused and took a very
deep breath. "I can show you how to do it with your fingers so that it feels
nearly as good as when I slide my co – well, you get the idea." Harry’s face
flushed a little at the words he’d nearly let slip in front of her.
Hermione wet her lips. "Please, Harry, teach me how."
Harry summoned up his nerve, not for letting Hermione do that to him, because
she’d already made him want her to do it so very much, but for talking her
through "how" to do it. With Ron, they’d just prodded along, quite literally,
poking and probing with various body parts until they’d figured out what each
of them liked.
"Hermione, I don’t exactly carry lube around in my pocket," he began, sounding
more confident than he felt. "Can you maybe spit on your fingers some to get
them wet and, kind of, you know, erm slippery?"
"Wet and slippery is not a problem, Harry," she chirped merrily, and Harry
glanced up to see her slipping her hand down the front of her own jeans towards
her center. When she withdrew her hand, it looked as if her fingers had been
dipped in something silky and shiny.
Harry toed off his trainers and kicked his legs free of his denims, then pulled
his feet a bit closer to his bum to open himself up even more for Hermione’s
touch. She settled herself between Harry’s knees for a little better view of
what she was doing, which of course make Harry’s cheeks flush.
"I kind of like when Ron rubs my, umm, entrance just a bit with his fingers
before he pushes them in. He’s not so fussed over how I do it to him, I think
he might like it a bit rough sometimes, but I think it makes that first stretch
a little more comfortable."
Hermione pressed her slippery fingers against Harry’s hole and rubbed, still
sliding her other hand along his shaft, but slowly as she was busy
concentrating on her new task.
"Mmm, feels nice. Now, sort of wiggle the tip of your middle finger into me
since it’s the longest, and follow right behind it with your index finger. .
.Nrgghhh," Harry groaned in pleasure as Hermione responded instantly to his
command and breached his tight ring of muscle. "S’good, Hermione, just keep
pushing until they’re in as far as you can go."
Hermione was anxious; she’d opted not to point out to Harry that she had done
this to Ginny quite a lot, but with Ginny, she’d always started with a single
finger and worked up to two. Two fingers had to be hurting Harry, and that
sound he made – was it pleasure, or pain? She felt the muscles in Harry’s anus
contract around her fingers and felt his cock twitch in her hand. His face
didn’t look as if he was in pain. She stroked his prick with a bit more energy,
hoping it might distract him in case her other activity might be stinging a
bit.
"Now move them back and forth, sort of like the cutting ends on a pair of
scissors." Harry focused on breathing, this always got him off so fast when Ron
did it, if he was touching Harry’s cock at all. "Oh yes, Hermione, that’s
right."
Hermione was surprised how nice it felt to her to have her fingers sunk into
her friend’s arse. Doing this to Ginny wasn’t unpleasant at all, but it didn’t
exactly cause her to feel the same tingle between her thighs that she was
feeling as she did it to Harry. She thought about what Harry had said about
letting Ron do it to her, and maybe the idea wasn’t as unappealing as she’d
originally thought. She felt when Harry’s muscles relaxed around her fingers,
and experimentally she drew them outward just a bit, then pressed back in
without Harry prompting her.
"Oh yeah, deeper Mione, can you?"
She pressed in hard with her fingers, and Harry moaned.
There was genuine panic in Hermione’s voice. "I’m sorry, Harry! Am I hurting
you?"
"Never, Hermione, never," Harry moaned, but softer, and his thighs quivered
from the effort it took not to spatter her with his release. He wanted to ask
her to pinch him again, the way she’d stopped him from shooting before, but he
seriously doubted it would help with her fingers sunk into his arse. It simply
felt too good.
"Hermione, use your fingertips to feel around inside me. Try to find a spot
that feels different to you, kind of a lump around the size of a walnut maybe.
It’s, Aauuughhh," he cried out when she found it. "Damn, yes, it’s very
sensitive."
"It’s your prostate, Harry. Should I avoid it, now that I know where it is? I
don’t want to do anything that will hurt you."
"No, Hermione, touch it – please touch it." Harry was practically pleading for
her to do it now.
"It feels good then?"
"It’s bloody fantastic, Hermione."
Hermione noticed immediately that Harry’s cock would pulse in her hand each
time she stroked his prostate with her fingertips. She scissored her fingers a
bit more, wanting to keep him stretched, so her invasion would remain
comfortable for him, then she slid her fingers out a little and pressed back
in, brushing them against his sensitive spot, so she would be rewarded with
that delicious pulse of his flesh in the palm of her hand.
She slid her hand down to the base of his cock and angled it back so that it
pointed up towards the sun. Then she leaned forward, the tendrils of her hair
tickling his thighs, as she wrapped her lips around his cock once more and
sucked him into her mouth. She lowered her head slowly, savoring the feel of
his tip as it bumped across the roof of her mouth. As she moved her mouth down
on him, she eased her fingers outward so that only the tips remained inside.
"More, Hermione," Harry begged. "Slide another finger into me please."
On the inward stroke, Hermione wriggled her ring finger in with the other two,
marveling at how easily Harry’s body responded to accept the larger intrusion.
She scissored them around a bit, then stroked his prostate again, enjoying the
pulse of his hardness inside her mouth, before pulling outward again. She
pressed her fingers inward again, brushing his prostate at the same moment that
the head of his cock touched the back of her throat.
Harry grabbed at Hermione’s hair, trying to pull her away before he exploded in
her mouth. She resisted his efforts, and did her best to swallow around him as
he pulsed in her mouth and flooded her throat with his warm seed. Only when
Harry’s penis stopped twitching did Hermione raise her head, allowing him to
slip from her mouth as she eased her fingers from his body and whispered a
cleansing charm over the both of them.
Harry still had not opened his eyes, and he breathed heavily. Hermione licked
the last trace of his semen from the corner of her mouth and smiled to herself
at how beautiful Harry was in orgasm.
***** Like Lava From A Volcano *****
"Umm, I guess, yeah, well," Ron stammered, having clearly forgotten the promise
he’d made to Ginny in his haste to get her to provide the information he’d so
desperately needed. He was about to suggest they go down and have breakfast
first, hoping Ginny might forget about this other lesson, when she waved her
wand and he found himself sitting naked before her, cock still throbbing with
unsatisfied need.
He was mortified. Ginny actually laughed at the expression on his face, which
didn’t help at all.
"Well good then, I see you’re ready to get started!"
Ron opened and then closed his mouth a number of times, unable to force any
words to come forth. He expected his erection to wilt straight away from the
utter humility of the situation, but traitor that it was, it twitched at
attention until Ginny felt she had to do something.
"Okay Ron," she began, "close your eyes and pretend your body is Harry’s and
show me what you’d do to him."
Ron took a deep breath and leaned back into the corner. At least she’d given
him an excuse to close his eyes so he didn’t have to watch her watching him,
and he tried hard to will himself to think of Harry and what they do when
they’re alone.
Ginny kept silent for a couple of long minutes while Ron tried to relax, but
watched with great interest when he finally moved a hand toward his chest.
"Harry loves to be kissed, Gin," he said finally. "I think he actually prefers
it a bit rough, you know, because he told me once it was better kissing me than
that one time when Cho Chang came at him under the mistletoe, and it was all
soft and wet. Umm – the kiss I mean."
He was still breathing hard, but he went on. "He loves it when I suck on his
neck, just where it curves out to his shoulder (he touched the spot on his own
neck with his hand), and I like making the skin color just a bit, so that later
when he looks into the mirror, he’ll remember I was there."
Ginny found herself getting turned on again, just listening to Ron’s
description of what he did with Harry.
Ron trailed his hand absently down from his neck to a nipple and rubbed it into
a hard peak with his thumb, bringing his other hand up to its twin.
"My nipples are more sensitive than Harry’s," Ron whispered, his breathing slow
and a little heavy, "so he only rubs mine or laps at them with his tongue, but
Harry likes that a little rougher too and sometimes I’ll pinch at them with my
teeth and pull on them a bit. But he doesn’t really like it if I twist them. I
guess it’s really about the same as for girls, except without the massaging and
squeezing."
Ron rubbed his hands down across his abdomen towards his cock, which lay heavy
against his belly, curving just slightly to his right. Ginny bit her lip in
anticipation, and almost whimpered when Ron didn’t touch it. Instead, he spread
his legs apart and rubbed across the insides of his thighs.
"Harry’s muscles are always really tense after Quidditch," Ron said softly,
looking like he was lost in thought, "and he loves for me to rub his legs. And
I love to rub his legs, because it makes his cock really, really hard and it
makes him want to do such naughty things to me."
Ginny crammed her fist into her mouth to keep her silence. She knew any sound
from her would remind Ron of where he was, and she didn’t want him to stop
talking. She slipped her other hand down the front of her jeans and slowly
began rubbing her clit as she watched her brother lose himself in the memory of
what her boyfriend does to him.
As Ron’s hands moved upward toward his groin again, he stroked a finger across
his opening and cupped his balls.
"Just think of these like breasts, only without the nipples. It feels really
good when you rub them and massage them, and when you squeeze them – just not
too hard, but it’s heaven to have them sucked by a hot, wet mouth – to have
them sucked by Harry’s mouth."
Ron gripped his shaft with his free hand and began to stroke, long slow strokes
from root to crown, pausing occasionally to swipe the slit with his thumb,
massaging the pearly fluid around the tip.
Ron’s breathing was shallow as he thrust his hips slowly into his hand, still
gently massaging his testicles with the other. Ginny couldn’t believe how hot
it made her to watch her brother wank.
"I like fast stokes, almost jerking and pulling, but Harry likes it slow like
this, like he’s got all the time in the world," Ron mused. "Of course, that’s a
good thing when he’s doing it to you, because you just want it to go on and on
and on."
Ron smiled then. "That’s how I jerked Harry off the first time. I thought he
was having a really bad nightmare, or some sort of mad fit, because he was
jerking and twitching. I crawled into bed behind him to try and calm him down,
only when I put my arm around him, I ended up with his cock in my hand."
Ron kept talking, or maybe just remembering out loud, but telling Ginny all
about his first time touching Harry and being touched by him. He told her about
how they’d slowly but surely progressed from that first night, to the first
time he’d tasted the velvet skin surrounding Harry’s shaft with his tongue. He
told her, with an almost reverent expression on his face, of the exquisite feel
of having Harry’s cock slide into him for the very first time, and then he
sighed, sounding completely and totally at peace.
Ginny was close to orgasm, both from Ron’s loving and sensual words, and from
the friction of her fingers against her little nub, when Ron spoke directly to
her for the first time since he’d started touching himself.
"C’mere Gin, and give me your right hand."
She crawled over next to Ron on the sofa and extended her hand, so small in
comparison to his own. He wrapped it around the base of his shaft and covered
it with his own, slowly stroking their hands up and down his length as he
softly whispered into her ear.
"This is how it was that first time I touched Harry’s cock, Gin. He wrapped his
hand over mine and used it to make himself come."
Ginny groaned from the image that gave her, and Ron grinned.
"I know, Gin. It was bloody brilliant."
Neither Ron nor Ginny said anything for several minutes as the two of them
slowly stroked his prick. As Ron’s breathing began to get more erratic, he
spoke again, sounding rather breathless.
"You could, umm, just keep your hand low when you’re doing Harry and take the
rest of it in your mouth, yeah? He really likes that, as long as you don’t mind
if he, well, if you don’t mind swallowing."
Ginny was tempted – so very tempted – to try what Ron said, but what little
remained of her sanity said that was one of those lines the two of them just
really shouldn’t cross. She wondered if Ron had meant he wanted her to do it to
him, or if he’d freak out if she tried. They were already dangerously out over
the edge, because educational pursuits were not usually this pleasurable, but
they were at least trying to learn something important.
"Ginny, would you do something for me?" Ron asked, almost shyly.
"Sure, Ron, what?"
"Well, umm…" He hesitated, then released her hand and pulled his knees toward
his chest. "Ijustreallylikeittoo."
Ron went back to stroking his cock and Ginny just looked at him, trying to work
out the words he’d slurred together in his haste to spit them out. Then she
realized.
"Oh, well yeah, okay."
Ron watched with hungry eyes as Ginny’s hand disappeared inside her jeans for a
moment, then he sucked in a breath when she smoothed the wetness she’d
collected on her fingertips across his pucker. Their eyes locked as she licked
her lips and slipped a finger inside, gently caressing him.
"Mmm," Ron moaned, "that feels nice, Gin, but use two fingers."
When Ginny started to pull her hand away to wet a second finger, Ron stopped
her.
"No, there’s a spell for that. Just point your wand there and say Lubricous.
Harry and I use it sometimes if there’s no lube handy."
Ginny did as Ron instructed, and was a bit surprised when she felt a dollop of
something warm and slippery appear on her fingertips.
"Handy, that," she said as she worked a second finger into Ron.
"Oh yeah, Gin," Ron hummed. "That’s it. Harry’ll like it if you wiggle them
back and forth sometimes, like little scissors."
Ginny experimented with the movement, and noticed that Ron’s hand began to pump
his cock a little faster as he tried to press his bum farther onto her fingers.
She brushed the tip of her thumb across the underside of his balls as she tried
to push her fingers deeper inside of Ron. Ron groaned in pleasure, and she
pushed a little harder, this time striking a lump about the size of a walnut
and drawing a loud whimper from Ron as his muscles clenched around Ginny’s
fingers. She ceased her movements instantly.
"Oh shit, Ron, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!"
"No, Gin, feels so good. Don’t stop. If you can find that spot inside Harry,
he’ll spill all over you."
Ginny smiled, and began to gently slide her fingers outward before pressing
back inside in search of this magic lump. When she found it this time, she kept
pressing in with her hand and used her fingertips to massage it gently.
Ron’s hand was almost a blur as he pulled frantically at his prick, and his
brow was furrowed in determination.
"Fuck, Gin, that’s it! Please don’t stop."
Ginny continued to knead the little lump inside Ron with her fingertips as she
watched his hand fly up and down his swollen shaft. When she lightly touched
his balls with her free hand, Ron wailed loudly, his hips jerked forward, and
ribbons of thick white spunk erupted from his prick like lava from a volcano.
"Damn, you learn fast," Ron moaned, as Ginny slipped her fingers out of him and
he lowered his feet back to the sofa. She picked up her wand and cast a
cleansing charm on both of them and summoned Ron’s clothes.
Ginny got off the sofa and walked to the window as Ron pulled on his clothes.
"Will you do one more thing for me, Ron?"
"Ginny, I’m hungry!" Ron groaned, "Can’t we at least go to breakfast first?"
"I didn’t mean right now, you prat!"
"Well, that’s better then," he said as he tied his shoe. "What else do you want
me to do? I think I’ve shown you nearly everything."
"It’s not something I want you to do with me, Ron. You know I’ve got OWLS
coming up and you know how much time you have to spend revising if you want to
do well."
Ginny paused, and then grinned at the stricken look on Ron’s face, which
clearly said he was expecting her to ask him to help her study.
"I don’t want Harry to get bored or lonely while I’m studying. Can he be with
you and Hermione?"
"Harry’s always with us, Gin."
"I don’t mean be with you like for classes and homework and playing chess by
the fire. I mean be with you, you know, like physically."
Ron’s eyes grew round, "What?"
"I know you need to be alone with Hermione some, Ron, but you obviously enjoy
making out with Harry, too," she said. Sensing Ron’s uncertainty, she added, "I
think watching you and Harry together gets Hermione really hot, and I already
asked her if Harry could be with the two of you and she didn’t seem to mind."
"Well, all right then. Do you really think it makes her hot?"
***** More, P-Pleeezzeee *****
Hermione sat perfectly still as Harry’s breathing slowly returned to normal.
When his eyes finally fluttered open and met Hermione’s gaze, he smiled at her.
Then he remembered his current state of undress and flushed almost Weasley red.
He quickly pulled his knees up toward his chest and hunched over as if trying
to maintain some belated sense of modesty.
"Honestly Harry," Hermione laughed. "I don’t think there’s anything there I
haven’t seen by now." She got up and began to release the charms she’d
performed to insure their privacy.
Harry began to scrabble around him for his discarded garments, but had only
gotten his jeans halfway up his thighs when he heard Ron’s loud shout from
behind him.
"Oi, Harry, if I’ve got to see your naked arse out in the sunlight, at least
get a fucking tan. The glare is unbearable."
Harry froze. Ron was going to kill him; he knew it. There was no way on earth
to explain being out at the lake with Hermione with his kit off. He braced
himself for the hex he knew was coming. But it was even worse than he feared,
because the next sound he heard was Ginny’s voice.
"Harry, love, put your pants back on unless you want me to jump you right
here."
Harry whirled on the spot, which only served to give his girlfriend and his two
best friends a frontal view of his near nudity. Ron had the audacity to laugh,
and then Ginny and Hermione joined in.
"Harry, mate, if you could only see your face right now," choked Ron. "You look
like Dad does when Mum catches him trying to sneak more Muggle stuff into the
shed."
"Very funny, Ron," Harry snapped, as he finally began to tug his jeans over his
bum and button his flies. "Whoever’s going to hex me, just do it and get it
over with."
"Hex you? Why would anyone hex you, Harry?" asked Ginny.
"Yeah, I mean, just because you were out here shagging my best girl is no
reason to hex you, mate."
"Ron, we didn’t, I swear! I know it looks . . ." Harry began, but Hermione cut
him off.
"Ronald Weasley!" shrieked Hermione. "I didn’t do anything with Harry that you
haven’t done with him, and he’s my best friend, too!"
"Whoa, Mione. I was only having him on. I’m not chuffed he’s out here with
you," Ron laughed, "Now, if it was anybody else out here, I’d have blasted his
bollocks off as soon as he flashed them at us."
Harry relaxed just a bit, although he was still nervously looking for his
shirt.
"Ron, I’m sorry, we just walked down here after breakfast and . . ."
Hermione waved her wand and Harry’s shirt appeared on his body.
". . . and I asked him to teach me . . ."
". . .the same things Ron was teaching me in the Room of Requirement?" finished
Ginny.
The four friends stared at each other a moment, then burst out laughing once
again as they walked back up toward the castle.
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Ron’s stomach gave a loud rumble, just as he looked at Harry with a smug grin
on his face and announced, "Check."
Harry knew he was trapped, but shrugged it off. He always lost to Ron anyway.
He made his final move, then watched as Ron took his king.
"Let’s all go have dinner, yeah?"
The friends scrambled out through the portrait hole and walked down the drafty
corridor toward the Great Hall. If Harry or Ron noticed that Ginny and Hermione
kept stealing glances at one another and giggling softly, they said nothing.
"Ginny and I have been talking this afternoon," began Hermione, as the friends
settled into their seats and tucked into their dinner. "We’ve decided that Ron
and I get the Astronomy Tower tonight, and Ginny and Harry can have the Room of
Requirement."
"Right," Ginny chimed in. "I mean, it’s great with all of us together, and we
still want to be all together. Just – not tonight. Tonight we thought it would
be nice to just be like normal couples."
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
After dinner, the four Gryffindors left the Great Hall together, but quickly
parted company. Ron and Hermione headed toward the top of the school’s tallest
tower, and Harry and Ginny were bound for the Seventh Floor and the Room of
Requirement.
Ginny practically quivered with anticipation as Harry paced three times past
the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. She wondered idly just what he was thinking
to ultimately produce the doorway to the room. When the doorway appeared, as it
usually did, blossoming out of nowhere on the section of blank wall opposite
the tapestry, Harry pushed it open and motioned Ginny graciously inside.
"Oh! Wow!" was all Ginny could think when she saw what the room had provided.
She actually blushed just a little as she surveyed their surroundings,
wondering even more about Harry’s thoughts. The room was lavishly appointed
with a huge four-poster bed that was delicately draped with sheer, silky
hangings and covered in golden satin sheets and a velvety duvet in a rich shade
of burgundy. A golden dish of strawberries sat along side a crystal bowl of
chocolate sauce on the night stand on the right side of the bed, and two
crystal goblets adorned with little satin ribbons sat nearby, filled with a
clear amber liquid that bubbled slightly. On the left, an oversized Victorian-
style tub sat on clawed feet and was filled with lusciously scented bubbles. A
variety of green plants and candles in varying sizes and heights surrounded the
tub, the candles giving just enough light to show the steam rising from the
surface of the water.
Harry took Ginny by the hand and led her toward the bed.
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Ron and Hermione climbed the final spiral of steps leading to the Astronomy
Tower, Ron getting more and more nervous by the minute. Just as they reached
the landing, a distinctly female giggle reached their ears, and the couple
froze in their tracks.
"Bugger!" swore Ron in a harsh whisper. "Now what?"
Hermione shooshed him and peered around the edge of the archway to see who was
there. Malfoy and Parkinson. She wasn’t surprised. Malfoy was a natural at
being a nuisance to the Gryffindor trio. She was, however, slightly stunned by
the view she glimpsed of a naked Malfoy, with his hand stroking his glistening
shaft as he straddled Pansy’s thighs.
‘Not bad,’ she thought to herself, and unconsciously licked her lips.
"There’s always the Prefects’ Bathroom. Feel like playing in the water?"
Hermione asked him with a suggestive smirk.
Ron’s answer was a quirky grin. He took her hand and led her back down the
stairs.
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Harry reached behind him and yanked back the duvet, then lifted Ginny off her
feet and settled her between the sheets.
Ginny murmured "Mmm-hmmm" into Harry’s mouth as they kissed, and he settled his
weight on top of her. They lay there just kissing and nibbling at one another,
and giving long, slow strokes to arms and thighs, and whatever other bits they
could reach. They were still fully clothed, except that Harry had finally
worked his way through all the buttons of Ginny’s blouse, and would
occasionally touch her breast through the lace of her bra. For a very long
while, that was enough. It was nice having the luxury of not having to rush,
they wouldn’t be caught there, and Harry had his Invisibility Cloak to insure a
safe return to Gryffindor Tower, much later in the evening.
Ginny purposely avoided touching Harry’s cock, even through the fabric of his
jeans, partly because she wanted to savor every possible moment of just petting
and caressing with him, and partly because she didn’t want to rush into their
love making. It would be their first time alone like this, and she was
determine it should be one of the most special nights of their lives.
Ginny pulled Harry’s shirt free of his jeans and began to work at his buttons.
She moved slowly on purpose, kissing at each new bit of exposed skin, playfully
pulling with her lips at the sparse hairs on his chest just a few inches below
his Adam’s apple.
"AAow!" he yelped. "Knock it off. I don’t have that many there!"
"I think you’re perfect just like you are," Ginny whispered. She kissed at
where she’d just been pulling, then she worked her way across to a nipple as
she brushed his sleeve from his shoulder with her hand. She teased his nipple
with her tongue until it hardened, then massaged it with her mouth until his
hands started to get restless. She released his nipple from her mouth, but made
slow circles around it with her tongue, widening the diameter of the circle on
each trip around. Ginny could feel his cock throb against her belly as she
worked, and she knew she was going to enjoy this night very much.
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Hermione gave the password and she stepped inside the Prefects’ Bath to insure
there was no one else already there. Satisfied they could be alone, she
motioned Ron inside and warded the door so they would not be disturbed.
As soon as Hermione lowered her wand, Ron pressed her up against the door and
kissed her hard, with one hand clamped around her breast. She could feel his
erection rising against her thigh, and already she could feel dampness between
her legs. She reached between them and grabbed his cock through his jeans,
stroking him slowly.
Ron kissed his way down the side of her neck, pausing to suck on her
collarbone, then pulled his wand from his pocket. With a quick swish and flick,
he vanished their clothing, then moved his mouth to her breast to tease her
nipple with his tongue. Hermione’s head dropped back and banged against the
door. Ron hissed "shoosh" and continued his work, sliding a hand between her
naked thighs to cup her mound.
"Hmmm, wet," he said against her breast. "Let’s have a shower, shall we?"
Ron grabbed two fluffy white towels from the cupboard and a couple of matching
flannels, flopped the towels over the rack, then pulled Hermione with him into
the shower at the far end of the bath. He turned on the water and let it run
warm, then turned the dial for the shower and backed Hermione under the spray.
For a moment, they just stood there with their eyes closed, relishing the heat
of the water soaking their hair and cascading down their backs.
Hermione jumped when she felt the soapy flannel in Ron’s hand brush the side of
her neck, then rub across her shoulder. She peeked out through her lashes at
him and he smiled as he continued to wash her. He took his time, especially on
her more delicate parts – her breasts, her very ticklish sides (which he might
have enjoyed just a tad too much as she struggled not to hex him), her inner
thighs, and especially between her legs. When he rinsed the soap from the
flannel and squeezed it out, Hermione thought he was finished with her, and was
quite surprised when he poured shampoo into his palm and massaged it into her
scalp. It smelled of jasmine and Hermione liked it.
When Ron had worked the lather all the way down to the ends of Hermione’s long
mane of curls, he laughed and said, "You might want to rinse that yourself so I
don’t drown you."
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Ginny pushed Harry onto his back and nudged him to raise up enough for her to
free his other shoulder, intentionally leaving his arms somewhat restrained,
trapped within his sleeves. She crawled on top of him then, rolling her pelvis
against the bulge in his jeans, then slid down his thighs so her mouth could
resume its ministry to his other nipple, mimicking her actions from before.
Harry was beginning to squirm. He was making soft sounds from deep in his
throat, and Ginny was loving every second of it. She ran her tongue back toward
the center of his chest and began to zigzag her way downward, seeking out the
indentation of each and every rib as a path for her tongue to follow. Her plan
was to leave no spot of skin on Harry’s body that her tongue hadn’t touched
when the night was at an end. Her goal was to drive him spare from that need.
Deliciously torturous as Ginny hoped this would be for Harry, by the time she’d
made her way to the thick patch of dark hair surrounding his navel and
disappearing into his jeans, she began to think she’d set herself up for
failure in making such a grand plan for the evening. She wanted him inside her
so badly, it was all she could do to continue moving slowly. She rubbed her
cheek against Harry’s belly, smiling to herself as his hairs tickled her nose,
and worked at the buttons of his jeans with shaking fingers.
Could he possibly have known how sexy Ginny had always found button fly jeans?
Harry’s silk boxers were burgundy – but then, Harry did know that was Ginny’s
favorite color.
Ginny raised herself off Harry and sat somewhat straddling his calves. She
loved how he looked with his skin sort of pinkish, kissed by the heat of
passion, his lips pouty and swollen from their long session of kissing, and his
hair sticking up at odd angles. She’d have loved to have a photograph of him
like that, but settled for closing her eyes to seal it forever in her memory.
Ginny grasped the sides of Harry’s jeans and tugged. He lifted his hips
slightly and the denim slid easily past them until they were stopped by where
she sat on his legs. She leaned forward again and nuzzled her face into his
silk boxers and purred against him. She could feel his legs strain as he
started to lift his upper body, but she shook her head.
“Please don’t move," she whispered, and Harry sank back against the pillow with
a little groan of frustration.
Ginny continued to snuggle her face against him, running one hand up under the
loose fabric to scratch her nails lightly across his velvety skin, carefully
avoiding any move that would take her hand too close to his prick. She didn’t
trust herself to stop once she got her hands on him there. She was already
consumed with that need and she wasn’t nearly done with him yet.
She scooted off his legs and slid his jeans down and off, taking his socks with
them. Harry was left in only those decadent boxers with his arms still pinned
down at his sides by the sleeves of the shirt trapped beneath him. Ginny just
looked at him for several long seconds, another priceless image to seal in her
mind. For a man to be so beautiful should be a sin.
Ginny leaned down again and ran her tongue across the sole of Harry’s foot. His
groan made it more than worth it. She closed her mouth over his little toe and
sucked. Another groan. She kissed her way up the inside of his calf, pausing to
suck at the hollow of his knee where he’d allowed them to bend slightly as his
thighs fell apart, eager for what was to come.
She moved back to his other foot, creating a mirror image of what she’d just
done to his other side, and he groaned again, this time in frustration. When
she got back to the hollow of his knee, she could see a patch of moisture
spreading on the burgundy silk, and it excited her knowing his cock was leaking
in anticipation of her touch.
Ginny nibbled at Harry’s inner thighs, alternating from side to side as if they
were a sumptuous feast and she hadn’t dined in days. Before she was done, Harry
had begun to rock his hips, making the hem of his boxers flutter against her
cheeks when she got close. She could see his erection pulsing, and knew she
couldn’t take much more of that need. She doubted Harry could either.
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Ron shampooed his own hair, much to Hermione’s disappointment, as she rinsed
her own. After all the bubbles were rinsed from her hair and from his, Hermione
picked up the other flannel and began to wash Ron, dragging it out as long as
she possibly could, just so she could touch him more.
Hermione followed each stroke of the flannel with the palm of her other hand,
needful of the skin on skin contact. Touching him was addictive and, as the
shower spray rinsed away the last traces of soap, she continued to rub his
body; the rippled muscles in his chest, the hard peaks of his nipples and the
fine little hairs around their outer edges, his slim waist, and that fuzzy
patch of copper hair that began around his navel and spread downward to
surround his delectable cock.
Hermione dropped the flannel and leant forward to take him into her mouth. He
thrust against the back of her throat and she heard him hiss, "Oh, fuck!" She
purred around him in her mouth and his thighs trembled as he supported himself
against the slick tile of the shower wall. She pumped him with one hand and
reached between his thighs with the other to trail her index finger along his
cleft and across his entrance. He spread his legs farther apart for her. She
squeezed his balls, bobbing her head along his shaft, and reached again to
continue teasing him with her finger.
After several slow strokes from Ron’s cleft to his balls, Hermione began to
suck rather insistently on the head of his cock and he groaned, knees buckling
slightly, unintentionally opening himself up even more to her touch. As she
drug her fingertip across Ron’s entrance again, she hesitated slightly,
remembering how Harry had taught her to touch him that morning, and longing to
slide her finger inside Ron.
Hermione took a steadying breath, then quickly swirled her fingers inside
herself, slicking them with her own juices. She massaged Ron’s hole with her
fingertips before pressing them softly inside and stroking his insides slowly
as she searched for the spot that Harry told her would drive him spare. When
she found it, she thought she actually heard Ron whimper. She cupped his balls
with her other hand and continued to suck on his engorged member as he tangled
his fingers in her hair, moaning at what she was doing to him, driving him
crazy with that need.
Finally, Ron tugged Hermione to her feet and wrapped his arms around her waist,
pulling her to him for a kiss. He quickly spun her around so that her back was
towards his chest.
"Spread your legs for me," he commanded, "and put your hands against the wall."
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Ginny rolled off the bed and stood at the side, smiling shyly at Harry,
wondering how she looked to him. She was sure her skin was as flushed as his,
and suspected it might not be a good look with her red hair and freckles. She
knew her hair was a mess, but she hoped it was a sexy mess in Harry’s eyes. Her
breath was coming in hard pants by now, and she was sure her breasts were
heaving slightly above the lace of her bra. She hoped he would think that was a
good look for her.
She unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zip, then pushed them and her knickers
over her hips and allowed them to fall to the floor so she could step out of
them. She watched Harry’s eyes travel down the length of her body, stopping at
her glistening red curls. She wondered if he realized she was wetter than she’d
ever been in her life, almost delirious with that need.
Ginny pushed her blouse off her shoulders and let it drop, then reached behind
her back to unfasten her bra, allowing it to fall as well. She got back onto
the bed on her knees at Harry’s feet and slowly pulled his boxers down his
toned legs, tossing them on top of her jeans. He wasn’t getting those back.
Harry had beautiful legs – muscles faintly defined, and just enough dark hair
to make him all grown up, without obscuring the view of his flawless skin. He
started to push himself up again, but again Ginny shook her head "no" and he
gave in. She brushed her fingertips against his inner thighs, urging them to
part for her once more, and she settled herself comfortably between his legs.
She spent several minutes licking the delicate crease where his thigh and groin
meet, then nuzzled her nose against his sac and sucked one of his balls into
her mouth. Harry writhed on the bed as she manipulated it with her tongue.
The tension between Ginny’s lower belly and her upper thighs was reaching the
boiling point, but she refused to give in to her own need, because at the
moment, she was pursuing a much greater need – the need to insure that no
matter what the future held for them, Harry would never ever find a pleasure to
compare to what he found with her.
Ginny noticed Harry’s breathing was harsh and ragged and she looked up at him
through the fringe of her lashes. He was biting hard on his bottom lip, eyes
closed and a muscle twitched in his right cheek. His arms were still trapped in
his shirtsleeves, and his fists were clenching at the bed sheets. Clearly, he
was as determined as she was to make their evening last through the night, in
spite of that need raging within him.
Ginny shifted her position just a bit and lavished equal treatment upon Harry’s
other testicle. He spread his thighs farther apart for her and she rubbed her
cheek on his inner thigh as she sucked at him. When finally she released him,
she knew he thought she would take his cock into her mouth.
Instead, she began to lick leisurely at Harry’s inner thighs again, slowly
working her way upward, and he propped his feet on the mattress, opening
himself to her even more. Boldly, Ginny licked Harry’s perineum with the flat
of her tongue. His only response was to groan. She licked it again and felt him
shiver, goose flesh rising on his thighs. She pressed her chin against the
mattress this time and made a longer stripe with her tongue, this time moving
from the bottom of his cleft, where he lay against the sheet, up softly across
his anus and continued on, across his perineum, through the crease between his
testicles and up the full length of his engorged shaft, finally circling the
head with her tongue to collect a the fluid leaking from him. He groaned quite
loudly, and a corner of the sheet slipped off the head of the bed because he’d
wound his fist in it so tightly. Ginny looked up and noticed Harry was starting
to sweat. She caught his eye and smiled at him, then returned to her task,
loving the wicked feeling of touching him in such intimate ways. He groaned
again, this time a sound of mild frustration, and she heard his head slam back
against the pillow beneath it.
By the fourth or fifth pass of her tongue, following the same path from cleft
to tip, Harry’s thighs had begun to tremble from the effort of not bucking
against her mouth. This would not do! Ginny wanted Harry to completely lose
control.
On the next pass, Ginny hesitated when she got to Harry’s rosy pucker. She
circled his opening with her tongue until she heard him whimper, then she moved
on, continuing her usual route to his sensitive tip to collect her reward of
the pearly drop of fluid waiting there.
Ginny moved back down and started again. She heard him hiss, "Merlin, fuck" as
she circled him this time, applying slightly more pressure with her tongue than
the first time, and then she moved on, determined to send him into sexual
oblivion.
When she settled in for the third time, she could hear his breathing speed up
measurably as he anticipated her touch. She teased his cleft with the tip of
her tongue for several seconds before faintly touching it to his anus and he
swore. She swirled her tongue softly around his hole and he bucked against her
mouth. Collecting as much saliva as she could on her tongue, Ginny lapped
across Harry’s entrance and he cried out hoarsely.
"More . . . p-pleeezzeee!"
Ginny moaned "mmmm" against him and swirled a finger inside herself, making it
slippery from her own juices, then continued her path toward the head of
Harry’s cock, positioning herself on her knees between his thighs. As she
reached his tip, she took his cock into her mouth. As she slid her mouth down
around him, she circled his anus once more with her slippery finger before
pressing it as gently as possible through the tight ring of muscle at his
entrance and sliding it deep inside him.
"FUCK! Oh Shit, Oh Fuck!" Harry gasped, but he never said he wanted her to
stop.
Harry’s hips bucked hard off the bed, pressing his cock deep in Ginny’s throat,
and his muscles clenched around her finger, but at the same time his cock
pulsed in her mouth and she hoped that was a sign he wasn’t in any discomfort
from what she’d done. She stayed perfectly still, waiting for him to relax.
Harry settled down and his breathing slowed a bit, and Ginny moved her mouth up
and down the length of his shaft, caressing it with her tongue, while making a
conscious effort to keep the sensitive head pressed against the roof of her
mouth as she slid him in and out. As he relaxed more, Ginny experimentally
wiggled her finger and felt his muscles twitch around it as his cock twitched
in her mouth. She slid her finger out slightly and pressed back inward. When
Harry made no sign of objection, she tried it again, this time sliding out more
and pressing in deeply, just grazing his prostate with her fingertip.
"Bloody hell!" he gasped, and tried to press his bum against her hand. She took
that as a good sign, and began a slow rhythm of stroking her finger gently in
and out of him, taking extra care to brush his prostate on every inward press,
stoking the fire of that need within him.
"Stop, PLEASE," he begged. "You’ve gotta stop or I’ll come!"
Ginny froze in place, not even daring to breathe herself until Harry’s
breathing slowed, then she slipped her finger gently out of him and crawled
upward to straddle his hips. She stared at his deep green eyes until he looked
back at her, and she licked her lips as provocatively as she could manage, then
helped him free his arms from his shirt sleeves and pulled his hands to her
breasts. She leaned forward, trusting his hands to give her balance as she
reached between her thighs and guided his swollen member to her entrance, then
she impaled herself on him.
She moved his hands to circle her waist and lay down on him, crushing her
breasts against his chest so she could kiss him. It seemed like a lifetime
since their lips had touched, and suddenly she couldn’t get enough of his taste
on her tongue. She ground her pussy against the base of his cock and continued
to kiss him as he rocked back against her. He moved his hands down onto her
hips and used them to anchor her in place as he slammed his body up harder and
harder against her.
Ginny could feel her release about to explode, and at the same time she could
feel the tale tell swelling of Harry’s shaft deep within her. She wanted to
come before he did to be sure he could feel it, so she pushed herself up with
her hands against his chest, and ground her pelvis even harder against him,
creating a delicious friction on her clit. Harry realized what she was doing
and reached between them to rub her sensitive little nub with his thumb,
driving her spare from that need that threatened to consume her.
The walls of Ginny’s vagina squeezed tightly around Harry’s penis, then flooded
him with her silken release. She pounded herself against him, driving him
deeper inside her until she’d fully ridden out the waves of her own pleasure.
As she struggled to breathe normally, Harry arched his back, lifting them both
off the bed, and practically exploded inside her, gasping for breath as he
came.
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Hermione gave an involuntary shiver; there was something quite thrilling about
having Ron take charge of their lovemaking. She felt his cock slide down her
cleft and his hand guiding it into her pussy. He hesitated for just a second,
wrapping his arm around her and pulling her back hard against his body, before
impaling her on his prick. His arm remained locked firmly around her as he
fucked her hard against the wall, and he used his other hand to tap delicately
on her clit, bringing that need for release to a fevered pitch. Hermione
clenched around Ron’s velvety hardness and he groaned, but never slowed his
thrusts into her, even as her juices flooded around him and she started to pant
from the force of her orgasm.
Before Hermione’s breathing even began to slow, Ron began to buck harder
against her and it was no small effort to keep herself from slamming into the
tile wall. He bit down on the tender flesh of her shoulder as he came deep
within her, and she found herself hoping he’d left a mark that would take weeks
to fade.
Ron slid himself out of Hermione and she moaned inwardly at the loss of
contact, but she knew they needed to get themselves back to Gryffindor Tower
since they hadn’t the luxury of Harry’s Invisibility Cloak to provide them safe
passage after curfew.
Ron pulled Hermione back under the spray of the shower, rinsing the stickiness
and sweat from their bodies. They stepped out of the shower, and used the
fluffy towels to dry each other, finding any excuse to continue touching.
Once Hermione toweled her hair and they were both somewhat dry, they helped
each other dress and reluctantly made their way back toward their common room.
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Ginny and Harry helped each other dress, then Harry slipped his cloak over
their heads and led the way into the corridor and back toward Gryffindor Tower.
As the invisible couple approached the tower entrance, Hermione was engaged in
a heated argument with The Fat Lady, who refused to open for her and Ron,
preferring instead to ask nosy questions about where the two of them had been
with Hermione’s hair wrapped in a towel and Ron’s hair still damp and curling
at the nape of his neck.
Ginny clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh, and Ron turned redder
and redder at The Fat Lady’s surprisingly accurate accusations, while it
occurred to Harry that wherever his friends had been, they had apparently not
taken care to insure no portraits were watching them. He suspected the
Prefects’ Bath from the towel around Hermione’s hair, and remembered the
Mermaid perched on a rock, knowing she often pretended to be asleep, when
really she was not.
Finally Harry took pity on his friends and pulled Ginny out of sight of The Fat
Lady to remove his cloak. Whispering that she should follow his lead, Harry
steered her back toward the argumentative portrait and feigned annoyance at Ron
for leaving him to put away their Quidditch gear. Ron looked at him in
surprise, but said nothing as Ginny thrust a comb from her pocket into
Hermione’s hand, saying she’d dropped it on her way out of the bath.
The Fat Lady eyed the four friends suspiciously, but swung forward to let them
pass.
***** One Lucky Wizard *****
As far as Harry was concerned, the next three weeks had been sheer torture.
Ginny was revising for O.W.L.S. and had precious little time for anything
beyond her studies. Every night, the four friends sat in the common room, Ron
and Hermione snuggled together on the squashy sofa, snogging whenever they’d
thought no one was looking, while Harry sat in the armchair near where Ginny
was hunched over her books at the table. He’d offered to help her with her
work, but Ginny had seen how he’d approached his own O.W.L.S. the previous year
and felt she could do better on her own. She told him kindly she was afraid
working with him would be much too distracting for her and suggested he hang
out with Ron and Hermione instead. He’d complained then that all they wanted to
do was snog and Ginny had been no help.
"So snog with them," she’d said to him, which simply added to poor Harry’s
frustration because it never occurred to him that she might be serious.
Harry had managed on a few occasions to engage Ron in a game of Wizard's Chess
or Exploding Snap, and of course the trio had homework of their own to keep up,
but it was driving him mad to watch Ron and Hermione kissing every night, and
sometimes more if there were no other Gryffindors in the common room. They
didn’t, of course, go so far as to actually have sex on that squashy sofa for
fear one of their classmates might run back downstairs after a forgotten book,
but once the other students had gone to their dorms for the night, Ron
demonstrated that he’d quite moved past his original fear and insecurity where
pleasuring Hermione was concerned.
Harry had looked up from his reading on more than one occasion to see Hermione
leaned back against Ron’s chest with her robes and blouse undone and Ron’s hand
kneading her breast. A couple other times, he’d caught Ron resting against
Hermione as she stroked his straining cock. Harry had shifted uncomfortably in
his chair and swore under his breath. He could have gone up to bed, but he
always got so bloody hard watching them grope at each other. He didn’t think he
could walk properly, so he always ended up trapped there, watching the show and
imagining what he’d like to be doing to Ginny.
Sometimes Ron or Hermione had noticed Harry watching them and had tried to coax
him into joining them, but it just didn’t seem right somehow when Ginny wasn’t
able to play, too. And so he’d wait until his friends called it a night and
went up to bed, then he’d adjust his aching erection inside his trousers and
walk Ginny up to bed. He gave her chaste kisses goodnight, lest the feel of her
tongue against his make him lose his resolve and beg her to skive off a night
of studying and find somewhere she could shag him senseless.
"Harry," Ginny said, as he kissed her quickly at the steps to the fifth year
girls’ dorm, "I know you’ve got to be hurting. I saw Hermione giving Ron a hand
job tonight, and I saw you squirming. If you won’t go play with them, then at
least get my brother to get you off. I can’t have you exploding before I finish
my O.W.L.S., now can I?"
Harry tried to deny that he was suffering, but Ginny persisted. He insisted
he’d be fine with just wanking in the shower until she had time to play with
him again. But as he kissed Ginny one last time, this one with a faint brush of
their tongues, Harry wondered if Ron was still interested in getting off with
him. By the time he reached the boys’ dorm, he’d nearly made up his mind to
simply tell Ron he was in a bad way and needed the kind of release you could
only get from the touch of another person, and since it was Ron’s and
Hermione’s fault he was suffering from that need, Ron was going to have to help
him out. His plans, however, were dashed when he reached the dorm and was met
with the sound of Ron’s loud snores. Harry swore under his breath as he
stripped off his clothes and got into bed, casting a silencing charm as he
pulled his hangings shut. He grasped his aching prick in his hand and fisted it
frantically, shooting onto his belly, but feeling not the least bit satisfied.
If possible, the next day was even worse. It was Saturday, and the last
Hogsmeade visit before the end of term. Ginny stayed at the castle to study
with Luna, leaving Harry going into the village with Ron and Hermione. That
alone would have been bad enough, watching them holding hands and snogging on
occasion, but it seemed like every corner they turned, they ran into some other
Hogwarts couple who were kissing and groping. By lunch time, Harry had seen all
he could stand, and he left Hermione and Ron having lunch in The Three
Broomsticks, leaving half of his own sandwich untouched as he claimed a
headache and said he was going back to the castle to see if Madame Pomfrey
could give him a potion for it. His friends had offered to go with him, of
course, but he firmly told them "no" and said once he got a potion, he was
going straight to bed.
Once Harry was out of earshot, Ron turned to Hermione with a determined look on
his face.
"You know he’s lying, right? I could see his cock through his jeans. He was
hard as a rock again and he’s going back to the castle to have a wank. It’s
killing him seeing us and everybody else together and him not getting any."
"Well, what do you suggest Ron?" Hermione asked. "We’ve asked him to join us a
hundred times and he always refuses."
"We stop asking," Ron said succinctly. "We figure out where he’s gone and take
matters into our own hands – literally."
Hermione beamed at him. "You always were a brilliant strategist, Ron."
They quickly ate the last bites of their lunch and headed back towards
Hogwarts.
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Harry stood at the foot of the big bed in the Room of Requirement and peeled
off his clothes. The last time he’d seen that bed, he’d been on it with Ginny,
and the images of her fiery red hair as they’d stroked and kissed and tasted
each other just made Harry ache that more for her touch. That need was killing
him.
He climbed onto the bed naked and settled himself comfortably against the
headboard with a couple of pillows propped behind his back. He spread his legs
so that his feet were practically a meter apart, then he bent his knees so that
his feet rested flat against the duvet. He leaned his head back against the
pillows and pictured Ginny, naked and on her knees between his legs, running
her tongue up the length of his shaft. He reached one hand between his legs and
cupped his balls, fingering them gently, feeling their weight in the palm of
his hand. He wrapped his other hand loosely around the base of his cock and
began to stroke himself.
He pictured Ginny taking the head of his cock into her mouth and beginning to
suck on it gently, which caused him to tighten his grip on himself. And then
more red hair came into focus in Harry’s mind. Ron was apparently there as
well, straddling Harry’s chest and rubbing the head of his cock against Harry’s
lips. Harry opened his mouth and moaned, imagining that he was sucking Ron into
his mouth and trying to mimic the motions Ginny was using on him. Harry stroked
himself faster and squeezed his balls a little more tightly with his hand.
Harry imagined that he could feel himself thrusting up into Ginny’s mouth and
tried to suppress the part of his brain that reminded him Ginny wasn’t there;
that he was thrusting into his own hand. Then he felt Ginny’s mouth slip off
his prick with a soft pop, only to be replaced with something warmer and just
as wet. He imagined he felt himself sheathed in her tight center, warm and
responsive, and he knew that need was going to be the death of him yet.
                                  ~♥~♥~♥~♥~♥~
Hermione had tried to tell Ron it might not work. If Harry was already in the
Room of Requirement, it might not open for them, particularly if Harry had
gained access by concentrating on needing a private place to wank.
Ron, on the other hand, was confident it would work if Hermione would just
concentrate on the fact that she and Ron were what Harry needed most right now,
and on how much they needed him as well.
"See, I told you so," he smirked when the door appeared in front of them.
Hermione peered quietly inside and spotted Harry on the bed, his head thrown
back against the pillows and his feet spread far apart as he wanked himself.
She sucked in a breath as her own need hit her right in the pit of her stomach.
She and Ron had done a good bit of snogging and groping over the past few
weeks, but had only slipped away for a good shag twice, so seeing Harry like
that was really making her hot.
"I want you to fuck him tonight, Hermione," Ron whispered in her ear. "He needs
it."
Hermione looked at him in surprise. "But Ron, you need it, too. Don’t you?"
She wanted to feel Harry inside her, although she’d never admitted that to
anyone before, and had been trying to deny it to herself ever since that day
down by the lake.
"Yeah, I do," Ron said, a mischievous smile on his face. "I’m going to fuck
Harry while he’s inside you."
Hermione grabbed his hand and tugged him quietly into the room, silently
closing the door behind them. The couple undressed where they stood so that
both were naked when they approached Harry and the bed. They were relieved that
he was still so absorbed in whatever images he held in his mind as he wanked
that he’d failed to notice their presence.
Ron moved quietly to Harry’s right and Hermione to his left, each taking a seat
on the bed at precisely the same moment. Harry’s eyes flew open, but before he
could protest, Hermione’s mouth was surrounding his cock and Ron’s tongue was
probing his mouth.
Harry tried in vain to struggle free of them, his mind telling him he shouldn’t
take advantage of them this way, but his body longed for their touches, for
anything they would do to him.
Hermione caressed his balls as she slid her mouth up and down his length, and
she teased his hole with the thumb on her free hand. Harry shifted his position
to spread his thighs farther apart, silently begging her to do whatever she
wished with him. Ron’s tongue danced against his and he moaned into his mouth
as Ron pinched his nipples. Harry knew there was no point in trying to talk his
friends out of what they were doing because his body wanted it much too much
for him to be convincing if he said he didn’t need their help. He reached out
to take Ron’s cock in his hand and began to stroke him.
"Yes, Harry," Ron hissed. "It’s about bloody time you realized Hermione and I
were meant to take care of you."
Hermione made an "Um Hmm" sound around Harry’s cock to signal her agreement,
and the vibrations of her throat around the sensitive crown of Harry’s erection
nearly made him lose it on the spot. He bucked hard against her mouth and she
had to pull back slightly to keep from choking on him.
"Sorry, ‘Mione," he whispered.
When she pulled her mouth off him completely, Harry feared he’d hurt her or
made her mad, but she stretched out beside him on the bed and looked in his
eyes, making sure she had his full attention.
"S’okay Harry. But I think it’s time I felt you inside me somewhere else now."
Harry’s eyes went round at her words. She couldn’t possibly mean what he
thought she meant.
"I want you to fuck her, Harry," Ron said resolutely. "Right here and right
now, and I’m going to watch."
Harry thought he should protest, but felt himself moving over Hermione even as
his brain struggled to find the right words. When his knees were between her
parted thighs and he was supporting his weight with his hands resting just
outside her shoulders, he felt Ron grip his erection and position it at
Hermione’s entrance. Ron rubbed Harry’s tip against Hermione’s folds so he
could feel how wet and hot she was.
"Please, Harry," Hermione pleaded from below him. "I want to feel you inside
me."
Harry’s arms and legs trembled as he warred with himself, and then he pressed
his hips forward and sheathed himself inside his best friend. Three voices
moaned in unison, two at the feeling and one at the sight of his two best
friends joined so intimately together. Harry pulled back and then thrust into
her again, quickly establishing a rhythm. He fucked Hermione at a leisurely
pace, determined to make it last as long as he could, even though he longed to
pound her into the bed.
Harry moaned when he felt Ron’s lube-slicked fingers rubbing his entrance.
Those naughty fingers teased and massaged, relaxing him before slipping inside
to scissor and stretch. Ron kneaded the rounded flesh of Harry’s arse with his
free hand as he stroked his fingers in and out of his best mate, lost in
watching his cock disappear and reappear between Hermione’s milky thighs. Ron
thought he could come just from watching them give each other pleasure.
After a few long moments, Ron withdrew his fingers from Harry’s hole and
positioned himself behind him on the bed. He slathered lube generously over his
cock and rubbed a bit more onto Harry before pressing his tip against Harry’s
entrance. Harry stilled his movements then moved his knees a bit farther apart
before pushing himself back against Ron, forcing the head of Ron’s cock to
breach his body.
Ron hesitated only slightly to allow Harry a second to adjust to the intrusion.
He pushed forward, fully sheathing himself balls deep in Harry’s arse, and
pressing Harry’s cock firmly into Hermione. Everyone moaned at once. The
feeling was brilliant, but the three friends quickly realized the logistics of
a three-way fuck were not quite as simple as with couple sex.
Their efforts to move in unison left Harry stroking in and out of Hermione,
which was good for them, but left Ron’s cock buried inside Harry. While that
certainly wasn’t a bad thing, it failed to offer the delicious friction both
boys craved. If Ron tried to move backward enough as Harry moved backward to
get that friction, they found their three-way connection kept slipping apart
somewhere and their efforts to rejoin soon became more amusing than arousing.
They laughed and prodded at one another, but eventually established a rhythm
that worked. When Harry pushed forward into Hermione, Ron stroked outward very
slightly. When Harry withdrew from Hermione, Ron pressed forward into him.
Harry’s senses were on overload, and he knew he couldn’t last long.
Hermione was amazed at how different it felt having Harry inside her rather
than Ron. Ron’s cock was longer than Harry’s and arced gracefully towards his
belly when he was erect and untouched. When he was inside her, that arc did
delightful things to all of the sensitive spots inside her. But Harry’s cock
was thicker than Ron’s, giving her a delicious stretching feeling that she
hadn’t really felt with Ron since their first time together. And even though
Harry’s cock didn’t curve quite like Ron’s did, the head was slightly larger,
allowing him to hit most of her sensitive spots as well. Hermione licked her
lips and Harry leant down to kiss her, his tongue exploring her mouth. When he
released her from the kiss, Ron’s mouth found hers as he leaned over Harry’s
shoulder, and Harry moaned at the sensation of being sandwiched so intimately
between his two best friends.
Hermione’s orgasm hit her suddenly and the walls of her vagina squeezed tightly
around Harry’s cock. The unexpected change in sensation caused his balls to
tighten and Harry knew he didn’t have a prayer of stopping himself. He thrust
hard into Hermione, tensing his arse as he did, gripping Ron’s cock almost
painfully inside him.
"Oh fuck, Harry," Ron swore. "I’m gonna . . ."
He shoved his hips forward, ramming his cock against Harry’s prostate, and the
little bit of control that Harry had maintained was lost.
“… come.” Ron finished his sentence just as he emptied himself into Harry’s
arse, triggering Harry to spill his release deep inside Hermione. The three
friends lay in a tangle of arms and legs on the bed, panting and gasping, but
completely sated. It was no real surprise that even sex worked between the
three of them. Somehow, they were always better together than alone.
As the three friends stumbled back into the common room through the portrait
hole late that afternoon, they were laughing and talking much as they always
had after an outing to Hogsmeade. Harry stopped abruptly at the sight of Ginny
and Luna hunched together over their books, still working hard to prepare for
their O.W.L.S. The guilt and shame he felt completely overshadowed the relaxed
pleasure he’d felt moments before.
Ginny looked up as she heard the trio entering the room. One look at Harry’s
smiling face told her Hermione and Ron had finally succeeded in giving Harry
what she could not the past few weeks and she was grateful. A second look at
Harry, after he’d seen her sitting there, caused Ginny to lay down her quill
and cross the room to meet him. She realized he was consumed by guilt at what
he’d obviously just done.
She slipped her arms around Harry’s neck and attempted to snog him, but he
grabbed her arms and moved her away from him.
"Ginny," he said, anguish clearly present in his voice. "Ginny, I’m sorry, but
I have to tell you something. I know it was wrong. I know I shouldn’t have, but
you have to know. . ."
"Shhh, Harry," Ginny interrupted softly. "I already know. All I need to know
now is if it was good, and if they gave you what you need until I can do it for
you myself."
Harry gaped at Ginny in stunned surprise. And then he smiled, one of his "I
caught the Snitch and won the game against Slytherin" smiles as he thought
about Ginny and Hermione and Ron. Harry finally understood what Dumbledore had
told him about the true source of his power, how he had something in such
abundance and that Voldemort had not at all. It was love, and Harry knew in
that moment that he was indeed one lucky wizard, in spite of everything he’d
been through in the past and all that was still to come. As long as he had
Ginny, with Ron and Hermione standing beside him, there was no challenge he
couldn’t face.
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