Watching Love: The Fifth Time part 3 (NC-17)
Title: Watching Love
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Four times Harry watched Ron and Hermione being intimate without their knowledge and the one time they definitely knew
A/N: Part 5, conclusion (but is it the end?) Please be sure to give redheadsarehot lots of love for her awesome illustration in this chapter!
Art: Illustrations by hollyboo2001 and redheadsarehot
Sometime later, Harry really didn't know how long it had been, he woke to the sound of a deep moan. He blinked rapidly, trying to remember where he was. I'm not home ... this isn't the dorms ... why do I hear Ron?
Finally able to focus, Harry almost gasped out loud at the site in front of him - Hermione was sitting on the sofa in front of Ron, who now stood barefoot, her hands were up his kilt and his prick was in her mouth. .
"Oh fuck, Hermione," Ron groaned. "Love the feel of that pretty little mouth of yours on me."
Hermione just hummed in approval, making Ron's knees practically buckle. Harry's hand instinctively went for his crotch, palming his rapidly growing erection. He couldn't see Ron's face, but he was fascinated by the way Ron's bare arse muscles clenched tightly as he thrust slowly into Hermione's mouth.
Hermione released him with a 'pop.' "Shhh, you'll wake Harry," she admonished, with no tone of reproach to her voice.
"Don't give a shit ... Harry can watch and wank for all I care. Just. Don't. Stop!" Hermione giggled as she took Ron back in her mouth.
Oh fuck. Oh God. Wank? Yeah, I'll freakin' wank! ... What the hell is wrong with me?
Ron's hips continued thrusting his cock deeper into Hermione's mouth as she stroked him eagerly. Suddenly his kilt fell when he tried to reach for her. Ron growled with frustration as he gathered his kilt into his hands, "Can't I just take this fucking thing off?"
Hermione hummed in response, which Ron interpreted as 'no.' "I need to ... oh fuck just like that ... I need to ... touch you."
She stood suddenly, panting, her body shaking with barely contained lust, "Yes! Touch me, please Ron." Before Ron could even speak, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily, clawing at his body as if she couldn't get close enough, ripping his shirt up over his head and throwing it aside. She kissed his neck and exposed torso while dragging him down onto the sofa, "You are so sexy ... my gorgeous man ... have to have you."
Damn, I think she's gonna explode! Harry leaned back further into his armchair, head spinning from drink and sex. He was seconds away from undoing his zip and easing his pain when fate intervened.
Hermione pulled Ron on top of her and wrapped her arms and legs around him. "Please, Ron, please ... I love you ... I need you," she begged, rubbing herself against him. They're insatiable ... it's like they're trying to devour each other. I remember when Ginny and I were like that ... I remember that feeling...
Ron ran his hand up Hermione's bare leg that she had wrapped around his waist, as he buried his face in her chest. "Love you so much, so fucking much," he said into the curve her neck as he planted loud wet kisses in a path toward her mouth. As he captured her lips, his hand slid between her legs and he moaned loudly. "Where the hell are your knickers?" he asked with a growl as he began to move down her body, intent on investigating.
"Took them off ... too wet..."
"Oh God!"
Ron suddenly froze. Oh shit! Did I just say that out loud? Ron pulled back from Hermione and slowly turned to face Harry. His eyes were wide and unfocused, blinking like large ginger owl. He sat back on his haunches, swaying slightly from the abundance of alcohol he had consumed. Harry could see his large hard cock jutting forward, tenting the kilt. Harry knew his own ache was almost unbearable and could only imagine how much pain Ron must be in, how much he needed release.
Harry could feel himself blush. He hasn't killed me yet, maybe, just maybe... This was different than anything else they had ever shared - it was more, so much more. Asking them to face Voldemort was nothing compared to asking them to share what they have with him. But he was too drunk and too lonely to not try. "Don't stop. You're beautiful Ron... I mean you're beautiful together. Let me watch, please. Remind me what love looks like."
"Oh Harry," Hermione said weakly, her voice on the verge of tears.
Harry could hear Ron whisper, "Are you sure about this Hermione?" The tender smile she gave him while stroking his cheek nearly broke Harry's heart, "Show him Ron ... show him how much you love me."
Ron smiled back at her, kissing the palm of her hand reverently. "All right then, if we're gonna do this might as well do it right," he said before lifting her skirt and burying his face between her bare thighs.
Hermione immediately arched her back high off the sofa and moved so she was propped up more on the armrest. Ron took this opportunity to place several of the extraneous pillows laying around under her bum, lifting her closer to him. They moved with such practiced ease, Harry didn't doubt this was not the first time the long sofa had been the site of their coupling.
Harry couldn't see exactly what Ron was doing, but it was obvious Hermione approved. "Oh God, Ron!" Hermione moaned loudly, reaching down and grabbing a fist full of his hair. Harry thought about the women he had tasted, it was never unpleasant, just different. He enjoyed the experience, but never like Ron seems to. Harry mumbled to himself, "Wonder how she tastes?"
Ron looked up at Harry, the auburn scruff on his face glistening with Hermione's juices, "So fucking good ... sweetest thing on Earth."
"Is she ... is she very wet?" Harry asked tentatively.
"Fucking dripping," Ron groaned. Hermione moaned as well, squirming at the lack of attention.
"Touch her ... I think she wants you to touch her," Harry said.
"Yeah," Ron nodded. Turning back to Hermione, he asked, "That what you want Hermione?" Harry could hear the sound of Ron's fingers entering her. "You want my fingers inside you, want them fucking you?"
"Fingers, mouth, cock ... I don't care! Anything! Please ... I'm so close!"
Ron laughed huskily, "Yes M'am." He bent low again, his plaid covered arse sticking up slightly in the air. His bright red hair was nestled against Hermione's entrance, one hand holding her open to him, the other plunging in and out of her, setting a sure and steady rhythm.
Harry's senses were under assault: the sounds of Ron and Hermione's moans, the wet noises from between her legs, the smell of sex permeating the room, the taste of Firewhiskey fresh in his mouth. "Oh God ... you two, so hot..." he moaned involuntarily, his hand once again rubbing his crotch. "Hard for a fucking hour, I swear," he grumbled. Ron looked up and gave him a quick nod, "S'ok mate, go ahead." Harry let out a huge huge sigh of relief and carefully lowered his zip, palming his erection through his boxers before reaching inside to relieve his ache.
Hermione opened her eyes briefly, glancing from Harry to Ron. Through some sort of silent communication, Hermione seemed to understand Ron's plans. She reached behind her head and pulled out a pillow. Ron quickened the pace of his hands and mouth, quickly bringing Hermione over the edge. She clutched the pillow over her face and screamed, her hips bucking wildly against Ron's face. He held on, staying with her until her back bowed high off the sofa and she collapsed back down with an 'omph.'
Ron slowly crawled back up Hermione's body, kissing her reverently as he went. He peeled the pillow out of her grasp, whispering, "Hi." Hermione giggled in response before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. She snaked a hand between their bodies, kissing along his jaw she murmured, "Ready for more, are you?"
"Always ... it's you..." Ron murmured into her breasts, as his large hands kneaded them until they were both free and exposed to his mouth. He cupped them together and squeezed, almost fitting both nipples in his mouth at once. Hermione had her hand back under Ron's kilt and Harry resumed touching himself, keeping rhythm with Hermione's strokes. After another powerful kiss, Ron pulled Hermione blouse up to cover her breasts and sat back on his knees. He looked from Hermione to Harry and back, finally asking her, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, please ... you said yourself he could watch."
Ron chuckled, "So I did." Harry gave him a quick nod, his eyes pleading with him to continue. Yes, please!
"Okay then," Ron said with a nod of resolve. He looked down at Hermione with a lascivious grin. "Turn over, Hermione," he ordered, "Up on your knees."
"Oh, God," Harry and Hermione moaned simultaneously. Hermione turned over and raised herself up on her elbows, her legs spread apart. Ron flipped up her long skirt, and ran his hand appreciatively over her bare backside, kneading it gently. Harry was hypnotized watching Ron's large freckled hand run circles over Hermione's pale flesh. "God, I love your arse," Ron moaned, "so fucking round." Ron suddenly smacked her soundly on her bottom, Hermione squeaked and wriggled her arse in response.
"You always were an arse-man, weren't you Ron?" Harry observed with a deep laugh.
"′Specially Hermione's, always Hermione's," he grunted as he smacked her again, eliciting a throaty moan this time.
Ron reached for the buckles of his kilt in an attempt to remove it, Hermione looked back over her shoulder at him, "Leave it." Ron didn't say anything, he simply lifted the kilt up with one hand, stroking his cock with the other; even sheathed in his big hand, he was impressive. He pressed forward and rubbed his erection over Hermione's opening, teasing her repeatedly, "This what ye lookin′ for lass?," Ron joked in a near perfect Scottish accent, "Ye want what's under me kilt?" Before she could answer, he gripped her hip and entered her in one firm thrust. All three of them groaned at the contact. "Yeeeessssss," Hermione hissed under her breath.
Ron grabbed both sides of her hips and rocked her back and forth onto his cock, filling the room with the sound of their flesh slapping together, along with his grunts and her stifled whimpers. Harry watched Ron's face, his clenched lips and occasional constrained mumblings made it clear to Harry that he was restraining himself - trying to hold back. He knew from experience that Ron was usually pretty vocal when making love to Hermione and Harry felt guilty that he was suppressing his urges. Taking a chance, Harry spoke.
"Talk to her, mate," he implored.
Ron groaned loudly, almost in relief. "Mmmm, she likes that."
Me too.
"Don't you Hermione?" Ron continued to pump into her as he spoke, "You like to hear how tight your pussy is, how warm and wet you feel wrapped around me - squeezing me?"
"Uhhhh," she replied incoherently.
"Speak up Hermione, we can't hear you. Tell him," Ron said, his voice deep and authoritative, "Tell Harry how much you like it when I fuck you." He adjusted his grip and slammed into her harder still. "Tell him how much you love it when I fuck you so hard I leave bruises - bruises you won't heal ′cause they remind you of me filling you, taking you."
"Y-yes ... love it ... love you," Hermione moaned.
With this display all Harry's inhibition vanished, he pulled down his pants and began stroking himself in earnest, "You like that big cock don't you, Hermione?" Her face now buried in the seat cushion, all Harry heard was her murmur of assent, "Mmphmm."
"How does he feel inside you, Hermione?" Harry couldn't help asking.
She lifted her head and looked him dead in the eye, "So good ... so fucking good."
Her response caused Ron to emit a deep growl. He released one hip and reached forward to grab a handful of her hair, using it for leverage, he proceeded to pound into her even faster. "Fuck yeah it feels good."
Hermione whimpered and pressed back into him, urging him to continue his frenzied assault. Harry started stroking himself in time with Ron's thrusts, "Hell yeah, Ron!" Ron moved his hand off Hermione's hip and snaked in around her front, and he began rubbing her frantically. The hand that fisted her hair came down and rested on her shoulder, anchoring her in place.
Hermione moaned loudly, obviously on the verge of climax. Ron turned to Harry and yelled, "Look away!"
"Wh-what?" Harry sputtered, clearly confused.
"You can watch me fuck her, but you can't watch her cum! She's mine dammit!"
His demands affected Hermione as she arched her head back and shuddered, screaming "Oh Ron, oh yes!" Harry clenched his eyes tightly shut, fearing Ron's reaction if he didn't. He could only hear Hermione's cries of release, "Love you ... so much ...yes Ron ... Oh God ... RON!" Harry then heard Ron's whispers of encouragement and love, the words unclear but their sentiment evident.
Finally Harry heard Ron's strained voice, "S'ok mate ... s-sorry," Ron panted. "I just get..."
"No, it's fine," Harry's voice trailed off as Ron picked up his pace again. Hermione was limp as a ragdoll, her face hidden in the cushions as Ron held her hips firmly in his grasp, plowing into her with all the force he had left. Harry could tell Ron was about to blow, so he increased his own strokes and tugged on his bollocks. "Oh shit, gonna cum," Harry moaned. He felt the tightening in his belly and screamed in relief when he spilled all over this hand and stomach, just as Ron shouted.
"Fuuuuuuuck Hermione! ′s good, so fucking good. Love you!" he yelled, slamming into her once - twice - three times more before collapsing over her back, clutching her to him as he slowly lowered them to the sofa.
The room was silent but for the heavy breathing of the three friends as they each recovered.
Harry slouched low in his seat, his hands limp at his sides. Oh shite! What have we done, what have I done? His head lolled to the side as he started to nod off, so complete was his exhaustion he didn't even bother to clean himself or tuck in his now flaccid penis. Hermione was stretched out on her side, her back pressed against Ron's chest while he held her tightly to him. She caught Harry's eye and gave him a reassuring smile. Ron looked up over Hermione's shoulder and nodded briefly to Harry, the ghost of a lop-sided grin on his face, before tenderly kissing Hermione's hair and laying back down. Harry finally gave in and closed his eyes. It's going to be okay. It has to be...
***
Harry slowly peeled his eyelids open, the act taking way too much effort. He blinked a few times trying to get his bearings. The room was blurry and he realised he wasn't wearing his glasses; he also realised he was sleeping in an armchair in the middle of Ron and Hermione's lounge. Oh God, did last night really happen? Looking down at body he was surprised to find himself covered in a soft blanket. Peeking underneath he found that he jeans were still open but his pants had been pulled up over his spent cock and someone had cast a cleansing charm over him.
He tried to stand up and promptly collapsed back into the comfy chair. Merlin's balls! My head is effing killing me. I know Hermione must have some headache tonic around here somewhere. Harry stood much slower this time and found his glasses on the side table, next to his transfigured dog collar. Holding his jeans up, he carefully made his way down the hall to the toilet. Wonder where Ron and Hermione went? Must be in bed. Shite! This is gonna be so fucking weird. Maybe they'll be too pissed to remember. Ha! Like I'd be that lucky.
After relieving himself, Harry stared at his reflection as he washed his hands. The eyeliner Hermione had insisted on as part of his 'costume' was smeared all over his face, making him look like a raccoon. The barmy things I do for that girl ... the things she does for me. Harry's eyes started to water as he remembered what Hermione had done for him last night, what they both had done for him - sharing their love with him. Harry sank to the edge of the tub and let the tears flow - tears of gratitude, tears of confusion and frustration.
Oh fuck ... oh bloody buggering fucking hell! I'm not gay ... I know that. I know I keep looking at him, he just looked so good, they looked so good, I just needed to be a part of it somehow, I need to see that love tonight.
It's not like I want to fuck Ron - gross!. Hell, even when he was pounding into Hermione like a man possessed I didn't wish I was her ... I wished I was him. NO! Not because I want to fuck Hermione - hell no! ewwwww - I just want to be like him. Be that confident, that powerful. I want to know what it feels like to be that loved, that wanted. I felt it with Ginny sometimes, but there was always something between us, a wall of some kind. Fuck! Maybe it's like Ron said - she thought I'd change my mind, that I wouldn't always stay.
"Oh God, Ginny," he sobbed. "I love you, I want only you ... What the fuck are we doing?" The headache he woke with had grown progressively worse as his tears finally subsided. Collecting himself, he found a flannel and washed the remnants of make-up and grief off his face. Searching the cabinet he found the perfect hangover cure and took a generous gulp. He chuckled to himself when he put it back and noticed the extra-large bottle of super-strength contraceptive potion. The laughing stopped as the potion brought back thoughts of the previous night. I hope I haven't lost them too.
He stepped into the hall, intending to Floo back to Grimmauld Place, but stopped at the sound of Ron speaking his name. The door to Ron and Hermione's bedroom was open a crack and he could hear them discussing what had happened. Harry stood outside, waiting with bated breath to see if he had ruined their friendship.
" -don't know if I can face him in the locker room," Ron was saying. "He's seen my cock before, but he's never seen me using!" Harry could hear Hermione giggle at Ron's outburst. "It's not funny," Ron pouted. "′Cept seeing me take a piss of course. What we did ′s just not normal for best mates, Hermione."
"But you're not just best mates, Ron," Hermione explained. "The three of us together, we're 'us' - more than just friends, closer than family." Harry slunk to the floor next to the door, his legs suddenly weak with emotion. She understands.
"Harry needed us last night," she continued. "He needed to be with someone he can trust, he needed to share some love."
"Yeah, it was 'us'," Ron finished. He gets it too? "Holy shit," Ron suddenly gasped. "He said I was beautiful - You don't think he's a poofter, do you?" NO! I must certainly am not!
"No, I don't think Harry is a homosexual. I think he's suffering from a bit of envy honestly."
"Oh like that penis envy thing you told me about?" Ron asked
"Not quite," Hermione explained, "though I'm sure most men would be quite envious. I was thinking more like..." she paused trying to find the right term, "uh ... Ron-envy."
"Harry Potter, 'The Chosen One', is envious of me? You've gone round the bend my love."
"No really, it makes perfect sense," Hermione insisted. It does? "You have everything Harry ever wanted. A large loving family, a stable committed relationship
"A great sex life," Ron interjected.
Ignoring him, she continued, "respect of your co-workers based on what you've done not just who you are, plenty of-"
"Okay, okay you can stop, i get it; I'm a lucky bloke." Merlin, yes!
"You are," Hermione agreed. Harry could hear the soft sounds of a kiss being shared. "Really, it was just a one off, a too much whiskey kind of thing," Hermione decided.
It was!
"Besides," she continued, "you are beautiful."
"Oh am I?"
"Mm-hmmm," she hummed huskily, "Especially when you're making love to me." Harry didn't have to see them to know they were sharing a kiss. "But no worries," Hermione continued, "I think you're safe - Harry's not going to drag you under the mistletoe at Christmas dinner." They both laughed and Harry couldn't help but smile too.
"Speaking of Christmas," Ron piped up, "I'm giving him and Ginny till then to work this all out." You're what?
"You expect them to work out all their difference by Christmas?" she asked incredulously.
"Alright, New Year's then - that's 2 months! If they can't, then George can be my best man and Luna or somebody can be your best maid or whatever they're called." NO! "′Cause dammit Hermione, I want to marry you."
"I want to marry you too," she said softly, "but Harry and Ginny..."
"No! Enough about fucking Harry! All our relationship we've had to worry about Harry. I love him more than anyone, ′cept you, and I'd do anything for him - think I fucking proved that tonight. But enough. He needs to get his shit together." I'm trying dammit!
"We can't do it for him or put or lives on hold till he does. I love you I want to marry you. I want my frigging future Hermione - my dream, our life. I can see it, I can feel it - it's right at our fingertips Hermione, we're almost there."
"Oh Ron..." Hermione started.
"I talked to him, you know," Ron continued quickly. "Tried to explain about Ginny to him. I think it'll work, I think he gets it."
I do!
"Really? You talked to him?"
"Yup. While you were in the kitchen," Ron explained. "But then again," his voice took on a teasing tone, "you already knew that."
"I did?" She asked coyly.
"Took your bloody time just to give us a chance to chat - just like you wanted."
"Perhaps?" she said, conceding nothing.
"That's probably when you took it..."
"Took what?" Hermione asked, clearly confused.
"The potion - the one that kept you from getting drunk," Ron explained.
"I beg your pardon," she huffed indignantly. "I did not take any such potion-"
"There is no bloody way you were drunk tonight," Ron interrupted. "I mean a bit maybe, but you did something to make sure that you stayed pretty sober." What is he on about?
"What makes you think that?"
"Hermione, please, give me some credit," Ron said sardonically. "You are at least half my size, there is no way you could drink as much as me and not pass out. We both know that after at least two drinks you are a giggling mess - like you were earlier tonight at the Pub. She was a bit giggly ... kinda funny actually.
"And," he added, voice full of mischief, "after three, you're so randy you're practically gagging for it. You never would have made it until Harry passed out."
"Pfft!"
"Plus, you didn't fuck me like you usually do when you've had too much to drink."
"Excuse me!"
"Whenever you manage to make it to three drinks, you always kinda shag all wild,-"
That wasn't wild?
"riding me, taking charge. Hell, I always need some healing charms after you've been drinking. Look at me, not a bite mark on me."
"Your point?" she asked with a huff, not bothering to deny his claims.
"My point is, my love, you were sober, or damn near it. You wanted Harry to watch." What! No way, no flipping way!
"Wh-what?" Hermione asked haltingly.
"You, my kinky little witch," Ron said smugly, "liked the idea of Harry watching us. When I told you I thought he might have seen us back in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, you weren't near as cheesed off as I expected. You knew what you were doing when you started going down on me," Ron accused.
"Well, I ... I mean..." she spluttered.
"Hey luv, it's okay. I don't mind." Thank God!
"It is rather ... naughty, isn't it?" She said the word 'naughty' in a near whisper.
"Mm-hmm, very naughty," Ron agreed. "Just the way I like you."
The sighs and moans that followed indicated to Harry that the conversation was over. Just as he stood up, he heard Hermione say, "Glass ... it was the glass."
"Hmmm?" Ron asked, his voice muffled.
"I charmed my glass. It absorbed most of the alcohol." DAMN! He was right! She did know ... she wanted ... DAMN!
There was silence as both Hermione and Harry waited for Ron's reaction. Finally he spoke, "My wife is the most fucking brilliant woman in the World," his voice resonating with love and awe.
"Not your wife yet," she pointed out.
"Soon enough Hermione, soon enough," he said, his voice low and deep.
Harry leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes and listening to his two best friends share their love. All jealousies faded as he finally realised it was time to let go and let them have their future - alone. I'll talk to Ginny when she gets here; I have to. There is no fucking way I'm missing out being a part of their wedding, just because we cocked up our relationship. Maybe we can work it out, maybe Ron was right... Harry felt his heart lighten at the thought. He heard tender voices coming through the door,
"I love you, Ron."
"I love you too, Hermione. Forever."
I love you both. Thank you.
*Be sure to check back for the Epilogue* What? Did she just say there was more?
Epilogue posted HERE!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Four times Harry watched Ron and Hermione being intimate without their knowledge and the one time they definitely knew
A/N: Part 5, conclusion (but is it the end?) Please be sure to give redheadsarehot lots of love for her awesome illustration in this chapter!
Art: Illustrations by hollyboo2001 and redheadsarehot
Sometime later, Harry really didn't know how long it had been, he woke to the sound of a deep moan. He blinked rapidly, trying to remember where he was. I'm not home ... this isn't the dorms ... why do I hear Ron?
Finally able to focus, Harry almost gasped out loud at the site in front of him - Hermione was sitting on the sofa in front of Ron, who now stood barefoot, her hands were up his kilt and his prick was in her mouth. .
"Oh fuck, Hermione," Ron groaned. "Love the feel of that pretty little mouth of yours on me."
Hermione just hummed in approval, making Ron's knees practically buckle. Harry's hand instinctively went for his crotch, palming his rapidly growing erection. He couldn't see Ron's face, but he was fascinated by the way Ron's bare arse muscles clenched tightly as he thrust slowly into Hermione's mouth.
Hermione released him with a 'pop.' "Shhh, you'll wake Harry," she admonished, with no tone of reproach to her voice.
"Don't give a shit ... Harry can watch and wank for all I care. Just. Don't. Stop!" Hermione giggled as she took Ron back in her mouth.
Oh fuck. Oh God. Wank? Yeah, I'll freakin' wank! ... What the hell is wrong with me?
Ron's hips continued thrusting his cock deeper into Hermione's mouth as she stroked him eagerly. Suddenly his kilt fell when he tried to reach for her. Ron growled with frustration as he gathered his kilt into his hands, "Can't I just take this fucking thing off?"
Hermione hummed in response, which Ron interpreted as 'no.' "I need to ... oh fuck just like that ... I need to ... touch you."
She stood suddenly, panting, her body shaking with barely contained lust, "Yes! Touch me, please Ron." Before Ron could even speak, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily, clawing at his body as if she couldn't get close enough, ripping his shirt up over his head and throwing it aside. She kissed his neck and exposed torso while dragging him down onto the sofa, "You are so sexy ... my gorgeous man ... have to have you."
Damn, I think she's gonna explode! Harry leaned back further into his armchair, head spinning from drink and sex. He was seconds away from undoing his zip and easing his pain when fate intervened.
Hermione pulled Ron on top of her and wrapped her arms and legs around him. "Please, Ron, please ... I love you ... I need you," she begged, rubbing herself against him. They're insatiable ... it's like they're trying to devour each other. I remember when Ginny and I were like that ... I remember that feeling...
Ron ran his hand up Hermione's bare leg that she had wrapped around his waist, as he buried his face in her chest. "Love you so much, so fucking much," he said into the curve her neck as he planted loud wet kisses in a path toward her mouth. As he captured her lips, his hand slid between her legs and he moaned loudly. "Where the hell are your knickers?" he asked with a growl as he began to move down her body, intent on investigating.
"Took them off ... too wet..."
"Oh God!"
Ron suddenly froze. Oh shit! Did I just say that out loud? Ron pulled back from Hermione and slowly turned to face Harry. His eyes were wide and unfocused, blinking like large ginger owl. He sat back on his haunches, swaying slightly from the abundance of alcohol he had consumed. Harry could see his large hard cock jutting forward, tenting the kilt. Harry knew his own ache was almost unbearable and could only imagine how much pain Ron must be in, how much he needed release.
Harry could feel himself blush. He hasn't killed me yet, maybe, just maybe... This was different than anything else they had ever shared - it was more, so much more. Asking them to face Voldemort was nothing compared to asking them to share what they have with him. But he was too drunk and too lonely to not try. "Don't stop. You're beautiful Ron... I mean you're beautiful together. Let me watch, please. Remind me what love looks like."
"Oh Harry," Hermione said weakly, her voice on the verge of tears.
Harry could hear Ron whisper, "Are you sure about this Hermione?" The tender smile she gave him while stroking his cheek nearly broke Harry's heart, "Show him Ron ... show him how much you love me."
Ron smiled back at her, kissing the palm of her hand reverently. "All right then, if we're gonna do this might as well do it right," he said before lifting her skirt and burying his face between her bare thighs.
Hermione immediately arched her back high off the sofa and moved so she was propped up more on the armrest. Ron took this opportunity to place several of the extraneous pillows laying around under her bum, lifting her closer to him. They moved with such practiced ease, Harry didn't doubt this was not the first time the long sofa had been the site of their coupling.
Harry couldn't see exactly what Ron was doing, but it was obvious Hermione approved. "Oh God, Ron!" Hermione moaned loudly, reaching down and grabbing a fist full of his hair. Harry thought about the women he had tasted, it was never unpleasant, just different. He enjoyed the experience, but never like Ron seems to. Harry mumbled to himself, "Wonder how she tastes?"
Ron looked up at Harry, the auburn scruff on his face glistening with Hermione's juices, "So fucking good ... sweetest thing on Earth."
"Is she ... is she very wet?" Harry asked tentatively.
"Fucking dripping," Ron groaned. Hermione moaned as well, squirming at the lack of attention.
"Touch her ... I think she wants you to touch her," Harry said.
"Yeah," Ron nodded. Turning back to Hermione, he asked, "That what you want Hermione?" Harry could hear the sound of Ron's fingers entering her. "You want my fingers inside you, want them fucking you?"
"Fingers, mouth, cock ... I don't care! Anything! Please ... I'm so close!"
Ron laughed huskily, "Yes M'am." He bent low again, his plaid covered arse sticking up slightly in the air. His bright red hair was nestled against Hermione's entrance, one hand holding her open to him, the other plunging in and out of her, setting a sure and steady rhythm.
Harry's senses were under assault: the sounds of Ron and Hermione's moans, the wet noises from between her legs, the smell of sex permeating the room, the taste of Firewhiskey fresh in his mouth. "Oh God ... you two, so hot..." he moaned involuntarily, his hand once again rubbing his crotch. "Hard for a fucking hour, I swear," he grumbled. Ron looked up and gave him a quick nod, "S'ok mate, go ahead." Harry let out a huge huge sigh of relief and carefully lowered his zip, palming his erection through his boxers before reaching inside to relieve his ache.
Hermione opened her eyes briefly, glancing from Harry to Ron. Through some sort of silent communication, Hermione seemed to understand Ron's plans. She reached behind her head and pulled out a pillow. Ron quickened the pace of his hands and mouth, quickly bringing Hermione over the edge. She clutched the pillow over her face and screamed, her hips bucking wildly against Ron's face. He held on, staying with her until her back bowed high off the sofa and she collapsed back down with an 'omph.'
Ron slowly crawled back up Hermione's body, kissing her reverently as he went. He peeled the pillow out of her grasp, whispering, "Hi." Hermione giggled in response before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. She snaked a hand between their bodies, kissing along his jaw she murmured, "Ready for more, are you?"
"Always ... it's you..." Ron murmured into her breasts, as his large hands kneaded them until they were both free and exposed to his mouth. He cupped them together and squeezed, almost fitting both nipples in his mouth at once. Hermione had her hand back under Ron's kilt and Harry resumed touching himself, keeping rhythm with Hermione's strokes. After another powerful kiss, Ron pulled Hermione blouse up to cover her breasts and sat back on his knees. He looked from Hermione to Harry and back, finally asking her, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, please ... you said yourself he could watch."
Ron chuckled, "So I did." Harry gave him a quick nod, his eyes pleading with him to continue. Yes, please!
"Okay then," Ron said with a nod of resolve. He looked down at Hermione with a lascivious grin. "Turn over, Hermione," he ordered, "Up on your knees."
"Oh, God," Harry and Hermione moaned simultaneously. Hermione turned over and raised herself up on her elbows, her legs spread apart. Ron flipped up her long skirt, and ran his hand appreciatively over her bare backside, kneading it gently. Harry was hypnotized watching Ron's large freckled hand run circles over Hermione's pale flesh. "God, I love your arse," Ron moaned, "so fucking round." Ron suddenly smacked her soundly on her bottom, Hermione squeaked and wriggled her arse in response.
"You always were an arse-man, weren't you Ron?" Harry observed with a deep laugh.
"′Specially Hermione's, always Hermione's," he grunted as he smacked her again, eliciting a throaty moan this time.
Ron reached for the buckles of his kilt in an attempt to remove it, Hermione looked back over her shoulder at him, "Leave it." Ron didn't say anything, he simply lifted the kilt up with one hand, stroking his cock with the other; even sheathed in his big hand, he was impressive. He pressed forward and rubbed his erection over Hermione's opening, teasing her repeatedly, "This what ye lookin′ for lass?," Ron joked in a near perfect Scottish accent, "Ye want what's under me kilt?" Before she could answer, he gripped her hip and entered her in one firm thrust. All three of them groaned at the contact. "Yeeeessssss," Hermione hissed under her breath.
Ron grabbed both sides of her hips and rocked her back and forth onto his cock, filling the room with the sound of their flesh slapping together, along with his grunts and her stifled whimpers. Harry watched Ron's face, his clenched lips and occasional constrained mumblings made it clear to Harry that he was restraining himself - trying to hold back. He knew from experience that Ron was usually pretty vocal when making love to Hermione and Harry felt guilty that he was suppressing his urges. Taking a chance, Harry spoke.
"Talk to her, mate," he implored.
Ron groaned loudly, almost in relief. "Mmmm, she likes that."
Me too.
"Don't you Hermione?" Ron continued to pump into her as he spoke, "You like to hear how tight your pussy is, how warm and wet you feel wrapped around me - squeezing me?"
"Uhhhh," she replied incoherently.
"Speak up Hermione, we can't hear you. Tell him," Ron said, his voice deep and authoritative, "Tell Harry how much you like it when I fuck you." He adjusted his grip and slammed into her harder still. "Tell him how much you love it when I fuck you so hard I leave bruises - bruises you won't heal ′cause they remind you of me filling you, taking you."
"Y-yes ... love it ... love you," Hermione moaned.
With this display all Harry's inhibition vanished, he pulled down his pants and began stroking himself in earnest, "You like that big cock don't you, Hermione?" Her face now buried in the seat cushion, all Harry heard was her murmur of assent, "Mmphmm."
"How does he feel inside you, Hermione?" Harry couldn't help asking.
She lifted her head and looked him dead in the eye, "So good ... so fucking good."
Her response caused Ron to emit a deep growl. He released one hip and reached forward to grab a handful of her hair, using it for leverage, he proceeded to pound into her even faster. "Fuck yeah it feels good."
Hermione whimpered and pressed back into him, urging him to continue his frenzied assault. Harry started stroking himself in time with Ron's thrusts, "Hell yeah, Ron!" Ron moved his hand off Hermione's hip and snaked in around her front, and he began rubbing her frantically. The hand that fisted her hair came down and rested on her shoulder, anchoring her in place.
Hermione moaned loudly, obviously on the verge of climax. Ron turned to Harry and yelled, "Look away!"
"Wh-what?" Harry sputtered, clearly confused.
"You can watch me fuck her, but you can't watch her cum! She's mine dammit!"
His demands affected Hermione as she arched her head back and shuddered, screaming "Oh Ron, oh yes!" Harry clenched his eyes tightly shut, fearing Ron's reaction if he didn't. He could only hear Hermione's cries of release, "Love you ... so much ...yes Ron ... Oh God ... RON!" Harry then heard Ron's whispers of encouragement and love, the words unclear but their sentiment evident.
Finally Harry heard Ron's strained voice, "S'ok mate ... s-sorry," Ron panted. "I just get..."
"No, it's fine," Harry's voice trailed off as Ron picked up his pace again. Hermione was limp as a ragdoll, her face hidden in the cushions as Ron held her hips firmly in his grasp, plowing into her with all the force he had left. Harry could tell Ron was about to blow, so he increased his own strokes and tugged on his bollocks. "Oh shit, gonna cum," Harry moaned. He felt the tightening in his belly and screamed in relief when he spilled all over this hand and stomach, just as Ron shouted.
"Fuuuuuuuck Hermione! ′s good, so fucking good. Love you!" he yelled, slamming into her once - twice - three times more before collapsing over her back, clutching her to him as he slowly lowered them to the sofa.
The room was silent but for the heavy breathing of the three friends as they each recovered.
Harry slouched low in his seat, his hands limp at his sides. Oh shite! What have we done, what have I done? His head lolled to the side as he started to nod off, so complete was his exhaustion he didn't even bother to clean himself or tuck in his now flaccid penis. Hermione was stretched out on her side, her back pressed against Ron's chest while he held her tightly to him. She caught Harry's eye and gave him a reassuring smile. Ron looked up over Hermione's shoulder and nodded briefly to Harry, the ghost of a lop-sided grin on his face, before tenderly kissing Hermione's hair and laying back down. Harry finally gave in and closed his eyes. It's going to be okay. It has to be...
***
Harry slowly peeled his eyelids open, the act taking way too much effort. He blinked a few times trying to get his bearings. The room was blurry and he realised he wasn't wearing his glasses; he also realised he was sleeping in an armchair in the middle of Ron and Hermione's lounge. Oh God, did last night really happen? Looking down at body he was surprised to find himself covered in a soft blanket. Peeking underneath he found that he jeans were still open but his pants had been pulled up over his spent cock and someone had cast a cleansing charm over him.
He tried to stand up and promptly collapsed back into the comfy chair. Merlin's balls! My head is effing killing me. I know Hermione must have some headache tonic around here somewhere. Harry stood much slower this time and found his glasses on the side table, next to his transfigured dog collar. Holding his jeans up, he carefully made his way down the hall to the toilet. Wonder where Ron and Hermione went? Must be in bed. Shite! This is gonna be so fucking weird. Maybe they'll be too pissed to remember. Ha! Like I'd be that lucky.
After relieving himself, Harry stared at his reflection as he washed his hands. The eyeliner Hermione had insisted on as part of his 'costume' was smeared all over his face, making him look like a raccoon. The barmy things I do for that girl ... the things she does for me. Harry's eyes started to water as he remembered what Hermione had done for him last night, what they both had done for him - sharing their love with him. Harry sank to the edge of the tub and let the tears flow - tears of gratitude, tears of confusion and frustration.
Oh fuck ... oh bloody buggering fucking hell! I'm not gay ... I know that. I know I keep looking at him, he just looked so good, they looked so good, I just needed to be a part of it somehow, I need to see that love tonight.
It's not like I want to fuck Ron - gross!. Hell, even when he was pounding into Hermione like a man possessed I didn't wish I was her ... I wished I was him. NO! Not because I want to fuck Hermione - hell no! ewwwww - I just want to be like him. Be that confident, that powerful. I want to know what it feels like to be that loved, that wanted. I felt it with Ginny sometimes, but there was always something between us, a wall of some kind. Fuck! Maybe it's like Ron said - she thought I'd change my mind, that I wouldn't always stay.
"Oh God, Ginny," he sobbed. "I love you, I want only you ... What the fuck are we doing?" The headache he woke with had grown progressively worse as his tears finally subsided. Collecting himself, he found a flannel and washed the remnants of make-up and grief off his face. Searching the cabinet he found the perfect hangover cure and took a generous gulp. He chuckled to himself when he put it back and noticed the extra-large bottle of super-strength contraceptive potion. The laughing stopped as the potion brought back thoughts of the previous night. I hope I haven't lost them too.
He stepped into the hall, intending to Floo back to Grimmauld Place, but stopped at the sound of Ron speaking his name. The door to Ron and Hermione's bedroom was open a crack and he could hear them discussing what had happened. Harry stood outside, waiting with bated breath to see if he had ruined their friendship.
" -don't know if I can face him in the locker room," Ron was saying. "He's seen my cock before, but he's never seen me using!" Harry could hear Hermione giggle at Ron's outburst. "It's not funny," Ron pouted. "′Cept seeing me take a piss of course. What we did ′s just not normal for best mates, Hermione."
"But you're not just best mates, Ron," Hermione explained. "The three of us together, we're 'us' - more than just friends, closer than family." Harry slunk to the floor next to the door, his legs suddenly weak with emotion. She understands.
"Harry needed us last night," she continued. "He needed to be with someone he can trust, he needed to share some love."
"Yeah, it was 'us'," Ron finished. He gets it too? "Holy shit," Ron suddenly gasped. "He said I was beautiful - You don't think he's a poofter, do you?" NO! I must certainly am not!
"No, I don't think Harry is a homosexual. I think he's suffering from a bit of envy honestly."
"Oh like that penis envy thing you told me about?" Ron asked
"Not quite," Hermione explained, "though I'm sure most men would be quite envious. I was thinking more like..." she paused trying to find the right term, "uh ... Ron-envy."
"Harry Potter, 'The Chosen One', is envious of me? You've gone round the bend my love."
"No really, it makes perfect sense," Hermione insisted. It does? "You have everything Harry ever wanted. A large loving family, a stable committed relationship
"A great sex life," Ron interjected.
Ignoring him, she continued, "respect of your co-workers based on what you've done not just who you are, plenty of-"
"Okay, okay you can stop, i get it; I'm a lucky bloke." Merlin, yes!
"You are," Hermione agreed. Harry could hear the soft sounds of a kiss being shared. "Really, it was just a one off, a too much whiskey kind of thing," Hermione decided.
It was!
"Besides," she continued, "you are beautiful."
"Oh am I?"
"Mm-hmmm," she hummed huskily, "Especially when you're making love to me." Harry didn't have to see them to know they were sharing a kiss. "But no worries," Hermione continued, "I think you're safe - Harry's not going to drag you under the mistletoe at Christmas dinner." They both laughed and Harry couldn't help but smile too.
"Speaking of Christmas," Ron piped up, "I'm giving him and Ginny till then to work this all out." You're what?
"You expect them to work out all their difference by Christmas?" she asked incredulously.
"Alright, New Year's then - that's 2 months! If they can't, then George can be my best man and Luna or somebody can be your best maid or whatever they're called." NO! "′Cause dammit Hermione, I want to marry you."
"I want to marry you too," she said softly, "but Harry and Ginny..."
"No! Enough about fucking Harry! All our relationship we've had to worry about Harry. I love him more than anyone, ′cept you, and I'd do anything for him - think I fucking proved that tonight. But enough. He needs to get his shit together." I'm trying dammit!
"We can't do it for him or put or lives on hold till he does. I love you I want to marry you. I want my frigging future Hermione - my dream, our life. I can see it, I can feel it - it's right at our fingertips Hermione, we're almost there."
"Oh Ron..." Hermione started.
"I talked to him, you know," Ron continued quickly. "Tried to explain about Ginny to him. I think it'll work, I think he gets it."
I do!
"Really? You talked to him?"
"Yup. While you were in the kitchen," Ron explained. "But then again," his voice took on a teasing tone, "you already knew that."
"I did?" She asked coyly.
"Took your bloody time just to give us a chance to chat - just like you wanted."
"Perhaps?" she said, conceding nothing.
"That's probably when you took it..."
"Took what?" Hermione asked, clearly confused.
"The potion - the one that kept you from getting drunk," Ron explained.
"I beg your pardon," she huffed indignantly. "I did not take any such potion-"
"There is no bloody way you were drunk tonight," Ron interrupted. "I mean a bit maybe, but you did something to make sure that you stayed pretty sober." What is he on about?
"What makes you think that?"
"Hermione, please, give me some credit," Ron said sardonically. "You are at least half my size, there is no way you could drink as much as me and not pass out. We both know that after at least two drinks you are a giggling mess - like you were earlier tonight at the Pub. She was a bit giggly ... kinda funny actually.
"And," he added, voice full of mischief, "after three, you're so randy you're practically gagging for it. You never would have made it until Harry passed out."
"Pfft!"
"Plus, you didn't fuck me like you usually do when you've had too much to drink."
"Excuse me!"
"Whenever you manage to make it to three drinks, you always kinda shag all wild,-"
That wasn't wild?
"riding me, taking charge. Hell, I always need some healing charms after you've been drinking. Look at me, not a bite mark on me."
"Your point?" she asked with a huff, not bothering to deny his claims.
"My point is, my love, you were sober, or damn near it. You wanted Harry to watch." What! No way, no flipping way!
"Wh-what?" Hermione asked haltingly.
"You, my kinky little witch," Ron said smugly, "liked the idea of Harry watching us. When I told you I thought he might have seen us back in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, you weren't near as cheesed off as I expected. You knew what you were doing when you started going down on me," Ron accused.
"Well, I ... I mean..." she spluttered.
"Hey luv, it's okay. I don't mind." Thank God!
"It is rather ... naughty, isn't it?" She said the word 'naughty' in a near whisper.
"Mm-hmm, very naughty," Ron agreed. "Just the way I like you."
The sighs and moans that followed indicated to Harry that the conversation was over. Just as he stood up, he heard Hermione say, "Glass ... it was the glass."
"Hmmm?" Ron asked, his voice muffled.
"I charmed my glass. It absorbed most of the alcohol." DAMN! He was right! She did know ... she wanted ... DAMN!
There was silence as both Hermione and Harry waited for Ron's reaction. Finally he spoke, "My wife is the most fucking brilliant woman in the World," his voice resonating with love and awe.
"Not your wife yet," she pointed out.
"Soon enough Hermione, soon enough," he said, his voice low and deep.
Harry leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes and listening to his two best friends share their love. All jealousies faded as he finally realised it was time to let go and let them have their future - alone. I'll talk to Ginny when she gets here; I have to. There is no fucking way I'm missing out being a part of their wedding, just because we cocked up our relationship. Maybe we can work it out, maybe Ron was right... Harry felt his heart lighten at the thought. He heard tender voices coming through the door,
"I love you, Ron."
"I love you too, Hermione. Forever."
I love you both. Thank you.
*Be sure to check back for the Epilogue* What? Did she just say there was more?
Epilogue posted HERE!