Fic: "United We Stand…Divided We Fall" (Harry/Hermione/Ron) for hpffthequibbler
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Recipient: hpffthequibbler
Title: United We Stand…Divided We Fall
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Ron
Warnings: Threesome, First-Time, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of Character Death (not the main characters).
Summary: After the disastrous battle to retrieve Harry from his relatives for the last time how does the trio deal with what has already happened and what they know is coming.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word count: 1,829
Author’s Notes: This is my attempt to stick with canon a little and not delve into chan. It is set during the early part of Deathly Hallows right after Harry is rescued from the Dursley’s and the first battle takes place. I hope you enjoy my attempt at Trio fiction.
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It had been two hours since Harry’s world had changed once again. The order had come to rescue him from his relatives via some complex polyjuice plan that no one thought was necessary. Then they were attacked. All over the flight path, there were flashes of light as spells flew through the air. Then Hedwig, his only companion through the long nights on Privet Drive had to be sacrificed to this never-ending war. George Weasley lost an ear, and Mad-Eye Moody was killed while flying in the front of the formation, something he had said was possible all the way back in Fifth year when the Order had first come to fly him away from Privet Drive. Harry was now in his room in Grimmauld Place trying to fight off the images of the night’s tragedy.
“Harry, can we come in?” Hermione called from outside the door.
Harry didn’t answer verbally; he just walked over to the door and unlocked it, settling on his bed while he waited for Hermione and Ron to join him.
“Oh Harry,” Hermione said, wrapping him in a tight hug.
Ron, not used to showing his feelings towards Harry, did something unexpected, he joined in the hug. “I’ll miss Hedwig, mate, she was one of a kind,” Ron said, his voice soft and weary from the fight.
“She always knew when I wanted to send a message to you,” Hermione said, still holding Harry. One of her hands drifted up to his hair and carded through the messy mop with her fingers.
“I guess Moody was finally proven right when he told everyone to keep going even if he was hit. Dung really should have had more of a backbone and stuck around instead of disappearing. I was surprised to see him on the guard though after what happened Fifth year with the Dementors and him leaving to get a load of dodgy cauldrons,” Ron said, one hand on Harry’s shoulder and the other on Hermione’s arm.
“It’s not paranoia if someone is actually out to get you,” Harry said, relaxing a little into Hermione’s hold and putting his hand over Ron’s. “I can’t sleep I keep seeing the flashes of green light and the other curses and I keep feeling like Voldemort is going to fly up and catch me if I fall asleep,” Harry said.
“Budge over there, we came in to stay with you since we couldn’t sleep either,” Hermione said, leaning forward impulsively and kissing Harry’s forehead.
“Yeah, mate, everyone else is storming around the place trying to figure out what went wrong and how someone found out how we’d be travelling,” Ron said, claiming the left side of the bed and propping himself up to face Harry.
Hermione took the right side and somehow managed to steer Harry into lying down between them before she rested her head on Harry’s chest. “It’s only going to get worse from here isn’t it?” she asked.
“Probably. You two don’t need to follow me. I’m the only one who can finish things and I’ve gotten enough people killed,” Harry said.
“Enough of that, we’re with you and that’s that. Someone has to keep you from being bored to death and teach you any spells you were too busy to learn so far,” Hermione said.
“Yes and if we don’t break away Mum will treat us like we’re babies forever,” Ron said.
The trio fell asleep and as the night progressed, they became entangled so that Hermione was nearly on top of Harry using him as a pillow and Ron was pressed in close to Harry’s side. Unconsciously, Hermione let her hands slip under Harry’s shirt in the front and Ron had done the same in the back.
Harry woke up from a nightmare a few hours later, silently for once. He wondered why he felt held down in place on the bed and then he looked at his best friends. Hermione was far closer to him than she had been when they had fallen asleep and her hands were touching his chest. ‘She has nice hands,’ Harry thought to himself, and then shook his head, where had that thought come from. Then he felt something on his other side and realized that it was Ron and that his best mate had his erection pressing into his arse. ‘Feels good too,’ Harry thought. Despite having been with Ginny, Harry wasn’t too bothered by thinking about having sex with a man, except this was Ron and he was with Hermione, but then again Hermione was on his other side and was stroking his chest. Harry let out a whimper from the sensation.
This was enough to wake Ron and Hermione up, most of the way anyway. “Mmm, Harry, Quidditch is good for something,” Hermione said, letting her hands slide over his stomach and then to the waistband of his boxers.
“Hermione, such nice hands, and Ron feels so good pressed up against me,” Harry said, half-asleep himself.
“Want you both,” Ron mumbled, joining in the conversation.
“Wait, what are we doing?” Harry asked, jolting a little more awake.
“Taking comfort where we can from the only people who can really understand us,” Hermione answered.
“Who knows who we’ll end up with in the end but for now we need to stick together,” Ron said, deliberately slipping his hand down to cup Harry’s arse.
At the same time, Hermione had pushed Harry’s shirt up and had started trailing her lips over his chest.
Harry gripped the sheets with one hand and then with the other he let his hand wander under Hermione’s shirt in the back, tracing patterns on her bare skin.
“Too many clothes,” Hermione said, putting more of her weight onto Harry, her upper thigh resting on his erection.
“We can fix that,” Ron said, pulling off his shirt and then reaching across to stroke Harry’s chest while Hermione brushed her hands over his stomach. “Let him up and we’ll get more comfortable,” Ron said, leaning down to kiss Harry, a brief brush of lips at first and then the kiss deepened as Harry started to kiss back.
Hermione however, had a better idea, “Disrobus,” she said, removing all of their clothes without her having to move at all.
Harry moaned as he felt Ron and Hermione lean closer to kiss each other across his body. He felt Hermione straddling one thigh, her sex pressed into his upper thigh not far from his aching cock. Then on the other side was Ron and an equally hard cock resting against his hip, leaving damp sticky traces as it brushed against his skin.
“How are we going to work this?” Harry asked.
“We’re going to figure it out as we go along,” Hermione said.
“How about we change places Harry, then I can take Hermione and you can take me,” Ron said.
“Are you sure, I mean, you two are together still aren’t you?” Harry asked.
“Yes, but we love you also,” Ron said, pulling Harry’s smaller frame across him to the side of the bed and positioning himself to enter Hermione. Ron let his tongue dart out and flutter over a hardening nipple, causing Hermione to moan, which caused Harry to moan in response. Harry let himself touch the broad freckled expanse of skin that was Ron’s back.
Ron flicked his thumbs over both of Hermione’s nipples and then let one hand drift lower to the soft folds. He felt how damp she was already. Harry had let his hands wander to Ron’s hips and then to his arse. He had read a book telling him what to do since he had been curious so he let a finger drift between Ron’s lovely arse-cheeks. Harry brushed his finger against Ron’s pucker and moaned as he felt the hot wrinkle of flesh. He pressed his finger in up to the first knuckle and moved it around slowly. “Someone should cast Lubricus for me since I can’t do magic yet. I don’t want to hurt Ron,” Harry said, giggling slightly out of nerves.
“Lubricus,” Hermione said, reaching out her hand to pass the gel like substance to Harry. He used it to ease the way for his questing fingers and soon had the first finger all the way inside and a second finger sliding in slowly, crooking them just so to find the edge of Ron’s prostate.
“Holy Merlin,” Ron said, tightening his grip on Hermione’s hips. He positioned himself and started pushing forward to enter Hermione’s tight heat. “So tight and warm,” Ron said, pushing in until he was stopped by Hermione’s maidenhead. He felt her squirm from the pain and told Harry to hurry up and do it so they could claim Hermione together.
Harry pushed himself inside Ron as slowly and carefully as he could and finally settled himself deep inside. “Alright Hermione?” Harry asked, seeing the pained look on her face from over Ron’s shoulder.
“Just do it, it stings a little like this,” Hermione said.
Ron pushed in further and then Harry pushed inside Ron, moving Ron forward just enough to break through the barrier. They stilled to allow Hermione to get used to the sensation and make sure she wasn’t in pain. “Please move,” she said.
Harry groaned and started to pull out of Ron as Ron pulled out of Hermione and then pushed back inside. Soon they were all moving in a sort of awkward rhythm and there was a chorus of moans, groans, and gasps that filled the room and kept out the nightmares.
Ron had reached down and found Hermione’s clitoris and rubbed it in time with the now harsh thrusts he was making into her. She was the first to gasp and shake through her orgasm. Ron soon followed as she clamped her muscles around his cock and he collapsed panting with his head on her chest. Harry pumped a few more times into the tight heat of his best friend. “Fuck,” Harry said, as his orgasm tore through him and exited his cock in long waves of come. He let his head rest against Ron’s back before pulling out of Ron and rolling to lie on his back. He was breathing heavy and felt sweaty and sated.
“Ron you’re really heavy,” Hermione said a few moments later, pushing him over so she could rest her head against his heart.
“Sorry, come here, mate,” Ron said, pulling Harry into his other side.
“At least we’ll have a good recent memory to think about now instead of everything else,” Hermione said.
“Thank you guys, for everything,” Harry said sleep taking over once again.
“United we stand,” Ron said.
“Divided we fall,” Hermione added, also feeling sleep overtake her.
“Now if we can just remember that through everything that happens next,” Harry said, succumbing to sleep.
Ron and Hermione mumbled their agreement to his statement as they felt their eyes fall shut, wrapped up in each other’s arms.
Recipient: hpffthequibbler
Title: United We Stand…Divided We Fall
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Ron
Warnings: Threesome, First-Time, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of Character Death (not the main characters).
Summary: After the disastrous battle to retrieve Harry from his relatives for the last time how does the trio deal with what has already happened and what they know is coming.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word count: 1,829
Author’s Notes: This is my attempt to stick with canon a little and not delve into chan. It is set during the early part of Deathly Hallows right after Harry is rescued from the Dursley’s and the first battle takes place. I hope you enjoy my attempt at Trio fiction.
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It had been two hours since Harry’s world had changed once again. The order had come to rescue him from his relatives via some complex polyjuice plan that no one thought was necessary. Then they were attacked. All over the flight path, there were flashes of light as spells flew through the air. Then Hedwig, his only companion through the long nights on Privet Drive had to be sacrificed to this never-ending war. George Weasley lost an ear, and Mad-Eye Moody was killed while flying in the front of the formation, something he had said was possible all the way back in Fifth year when the Order had first come to fly him away from Privet Drive. Harry was now in his room in Grimmauld Place trying to fight off the images of the night’s tragedy.
“Harry, can we come in?” Hermione called from outside the door.
Harry didn’t answer verbally; he just walked over to the door and unlocked it, settling on his bed while he waited for Hermione and Ron to join him.
“Oh Harry,” Hermione said, wrapping him in a tight hug.
Ron, not used to showing his feelings towards Harry, did something unexpected, he joined in the hug. “I’ll miss Hedwig, mate, she was one of a kind,” Ron said, his voice soft and weary from the fight.
“She always knew when I wanted to send a message to you,” Hermione said, still holding Harry. One of her hands drifted up to his hair and carded through the messy mop with her fingers.
“I guess Moody was finally proven right when he told everyone to keep going even if he was hit. Dung really should have had more of a backbone and stuck around instead of disappearing. I was surprised to see him on the guard though after what happened Fifth year with the Dementors and him leaving to get a load of dodgy cauldrons,” Ron said, one hand on Harry’s shoulder and the other on Hermione’s arm.
“It’s not paranoia if someone is actually out to get you,” Harry said, relaxing a little into Hermione’s hold and putting his hand over Ron’s. “I can’t sleep I keep seeing the flashes of green light and the other curses and I keep feeling like Voldemort is going to fly up and catch me if I fall asleep,” Harry said.
“Budge over there, we came in to stay with you since we couldn’t sleep either,” Hermione said, leaning forward impulsively and kissing Harry’s forehead.
“Yeah, mate, everyone else is storming around the place trying to figure out what went wrong and how someone found out how we’d be travelling,” Ron said, claiming the left side of the bed and propping himself up to face Harry.
Hermione took the right side and somehow managed to steer Harry into lying down between them before she rested her head on Harry’s chest. “It’s only going to get worse from here isn’t it?” she asked.
“Probably. You two don’t need to follow me. I’m the only one who can finish things and I’ve gotten enough people killed,” Harry said.
“Enough of that, we’re with you and that’s that. Someone has to keep you from being bored to death and teach you any spells you were too busy to learn so far,” Hermione said.
“Yes and if we don’t break away Mum will treat us like we’re babies forever,” Ron said.
The trio fell asleep and as the night progressed, they became entangled so that Hermione was nearly on top of Harry using him as a pillow and Ron was pressed in close to Harry’s side. Unconsciously, Hermione let her hands slip under Harry’s shirt in the front and Ron had done the same in the back.
Harry woke up from a nightmare a few hours later, silently for once. He wondered why he felt held down in place on the bed and then he looked at his best friends. Hermione was far closer to him than she had been when they had fallen asleep and her hands were touching his chest. ‘She has nice hands,’ Harry thought to himself, and then shook his head, where had that thought come from. Then he felt something on his other side and realized that it was Ron and that his best mate had his erection pressing into his arse. ‘Feels good too,’ Harry thought. Despite having been with Ginny, Harry wasn’t too bothered by thinking about having sex with a man, except this was Ron and he was with Hermione, but then again Hermione was on his other side and was stroking his chest. Harry let out a whimper from the sensation.
This was enough to wake Ron and Hermione up, most of the way anyway. “Mmm, Harry, Quidditch is good for something,” Hermione said, letting her hands slide over his stomach and then to the waistband of his boxers.
“Hermione, such nice hands, and Ron feels so good pressed up against me,” Harry said, half-asleep himself.
“Want you both,” Ron mumbled, joining in the conversation.
“Wait, what are we doing?” Harry asked, jolting a little more awake.
“Taking comfort where we can from the only people who can really understand us,” Hermione answered.
“Who knows who we’ll end up with in the end but for now we need to stick together,” Ron said, deliberately slipping his hand down to cup Harry’s arse.
At the same time, Hermione had pushed Harry’s shirt up and had started trailing her lips over his chest.
Harry gripped the sheets with one hand and then with the other he let his hand wander under Hermione’s shirt in the back, tracing patterns on her bare skin.
“Too many clothes,” Hermione said, putting more of her weight onto Harry, her upper thigh resting on his erection.
“We can fix that,” Ron said, pulling off his shirt and then reaching across to stroke Harry’s chest while Hermione brushed her hands over his stomach. “Let him up and we’ll get more comfortable,” Ron said, leaning down to kiss Harry, a brief brush of lips at first and then the kiss deepened as Harry started to kiss back.
Hermione however, had a better idea, “Disrobus,” she said, removing all of their clothes without her having to move at all.
Harry moaned as he felt Ron and Hermione lean closer to kiss each other across his body. He felt Hermione straddling one thigh, her sex pressed into his upper thigh not far from his aching cock. Then on the other side was Ron and an equally hard cock resting against his hip, leaving damp sticky traces as it brushed against his skin.
“How are we going to work this?” Harry asked.
“We’re going to figure it out as we go along,” Hermione said.
“How about we change places Harry, then I can take Hermione and you can take me,” Ron said.
“Are you sure, I mean, you two are together still aren’t you?” Harry asked.
“Yes, but we love you also,” Ron said, pulling Harry’s smaller frame across him to the side of the bed and positioning himself to enter Hermione. Ron let his tongue dart out and flutter over a hardening nipple, causing Hermione to moan, which caused Harry to moan in response. Harry let himself touch the broad freckled expanse of skin that was Ron’s back.
Ron flicked his thumbs over both of Hermione’s nipples and then let one hand drift lower to the soft folds. He felt how damp she was already. Harry had let his hands wander to Ron’s hips and then to his arse. He had read a book telling him what to do since he had been curious so he let a finger drift between Ron’s lovely arse-cheeks. Harry brushed his finger against Ron’s pucker and moaned as he felt the hot wrinkle of flesh. He pressed his finger in up to the first knuckle and moved it around slowly. “Someone should cast Lubricus for me since I can’t do magic yet. I don’t want to hurt Ron,” Harry said, giggling slightly out of nerves.
“Lubricus,” Hermione said, reaching out her hand to pass the gel like substance to Harry. He used it to ease the way for his questing fingers and soon had the first finger all the way inside and a second finger sliding in slowly, crooking them just so to find the edge of Ron’s prostate.
“Holy Merlin,” Ron said, tightening his grip on Hermione’s hips. He positioned himself and started pushing forward to enter Hermione’s tight heat. “So tight and warm,” Ron said, pushing in until he was stopped by Hermione’s maidenhead. He felt her squirm from the pain and told Harry to hurry up and do it so they could claim Hermione together.
Harry pushed himself inside Ron as slowly and carefully as he could and finally settled himself deep inside. “Alright Hermione?” Harry asked, seeing the pained look on her face from over Ron’s shoulder.
“Just do it, it stings a little like this,” Hermione said.
Ron pushed in further and then Harry pushed inside Ron, moving Ron forward just enough to break through the barrier. They stilled to allow Hermione to get used to the sensation and make sure she wasn’t in pain. “Please move,” she said.
Harry groaned and started to pull out of Ron as Ron pulled out of Hermione and then pushed back inside. Soon they were all moving in a sort of awkward rhythm and there was a chorus of moans, groans, and gasps that filled the room and kept out the nightmares.
Ron had reached down and found Hermione’s clitoris and rubbed it in time with the now harsh thrusts he was making into her. She was the first to gasp and shake through her orgasm. Ron soon followed as she clamped her muscles around his cock and he collapsed panting with his head on her chest. Harry pumped a few more times into the tight heat of his best friend. “Fuck,” Harry said, as his orgasm tore through him and exited his cock in long waves of come. He let his head rest against Ron’s back before pulling out of Ron and rolling to lie on his back. He was breathing heavy and felt sweaty and sated.
“Ron you’re really heavy,” Hermione said a few moments later, pushing him over so she could rest her head against his heart.
“Sorry, come here, mate,” Ron said, pulling Harry into his other side.
“At least we’ll have a good recent memory to think about now instead of everything else,” Hermione said.
“Thank you guys, for everything,” Harry said sleep taking over once again.
“United we stand,” Ron said.
“Divided we fall,” Hermione added, also feeling sleep overtake her.
“Now if we can just remember that through everything that happens next,” Harry said, succumbing to sleep.
Ron and Hermione mumbled their agreement to his statement as they felt their eyes fall shut, wrapped up in each other’s arms.