FRENZY!!
Ok, I come bearing many stories. Which I will post in secession, for your pleasure, whoever and wherever you may be! Hooray! They're kind of different, and there's three, I should mention that. Two little ones and then the next chapter in my WIP, Welcome to Paradise. But more on that later, 1st:
Title: This Place
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Harry/Draco/Ron?, Ron/Hermione
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17 (for hand/wang)
Word Count: 2,354
Warnings: Voyuerism, Boy Love
Disclaimer: JKR owns all these fine looking guys, I am merely using them for my own devices (fun).
Summary: Something strange is happening in Hogwarts.
Author's Comments: Ok, I don't know what I was on when I wrote this. Everything kind of happens abruptly, and I'm like WTF!? Anyhoo...sex. POV is Draco's in the first part, switches to Ron's at the end.
“That's the final straw!” Draco screamed at the top of his lungs. “I can't stand it any longer!” And at that precise moment all eyes and ears in the Great Hall seemed to fall on him. His hand was pointed, like an arrow, straight towards Harry Potter and his surrounding buffer of friends and followers.
Harry rose, conflict flashing in his eyes, his fists already balling at his sides, eyebrows already furrowed together in anticipation. He started to protest this insult, “Malfo-” but the Slytherin was far too quick for him.
“Shut the hell up Potter!” and Draco prayed inwardly, knowing his prayers would be answered, that none of the staff would pay any mind to this spectacle.
Cheers erupted from the Slytherin table and Malfoy's smirk adjusted accordingly. He grabbed his robes and shifted in that perfectly smug way, “Now, if you and the Weasley-” he paused to look briefly at Ron with contempt before turning back to Harry, “Would like to follow me?”
Harry's teeth gritted, “I wouldn't like to follow you anywhere, Malfoy!” Ron crossed his arms triumphantly at his friend's heels, but Draco wasn't put off by their macho in the slightest. He strode forward, bridging the space between them and brought a firm grip down on Harry's wrist.
The brunet made to wrench his arm free but it was clear after a split second that it was a hopeless direction to take. Draco reaffirmed his grip and Harry frowned briefly, taking a bewildered step out of the hall with Malfoy, a sort of daze descending over him.
“Harry!? Don't go with him!” Ron screeched stupidly, bolting into a run to catch up with them.
By the time his redheaded friend had caught up they were halfway down the stairs to the dungeons and Harry's expression had melted into one of pure astonishment. Ron yelled after them again, “Where do you think you're going?!”
But Draco merely shook his head and led them further into the twisting halls of the lower levels. He swung suddenly Harry around him and straight in an alcove in the corridor wall, almost as if they were dancing. Ron, looking worried and thoroughly confused, shouted, quickening his pace. “OY!!”
Draco had pushed Harry up against the wall and was already unbuttoning his fly quite deftly, a look of undeniable joy on his face, his smirk growing wider by the minute.
Ron backpedaled immediately, “What the hell do you think you're doing Malfoy?!”
He was easily ignored.
“Harry!? Why are you letting him do this?”
But Harry was lost in a dreamy trance and merely shrugged and grunted in answer to his friends inquiry. Draco let out a satisfied giggled and continued his foray into Harry's underpants, eventually locating flesh and sighing contentedly at the sudden skin to skin contact.
Ron's face flushed with red once he realized his presence was hardly noted, “I can't believe this! Harry?! He's molesting you!” After saying the word 'molest' he looked nervously up and down to the hall to ensure no one was within earshot, but there was quite obviously no one.
He took a brave and perhaps foolish move forward and attempted to rip Draco off of Harry, but the blonde would have none of it. He threw Ron off of him and towards the opposite wall, nearly similar to how he shoved Harry, and the redhead's red face intensified.
“Listen, Weasley!” He abandoned Harry and prodded a finger into Ron's chest, pinned him with words, “I've had the misfortune to sit back for the past seven years and watch you and Potter here...”
He nodded behind himself in Harry's direction, whose pants were ruffled around his hips, and face was florid with heat. Upon mention of his name he looked up and began grinning like a goof, marveling at the red marks on his wrist where Malfoy had wrenched him away from lunch.
Ron's mouth dropped open.
“...carry on your sick, twisted little game of hard to get. Year in and year out Weasley and Potter go marching down the halls, hand in hand, blissfully unaware of their mounting desire to screw one another.”
Harry giggled slightly and Ron gaped for words but nothing came out.
“The shared dorm room, the shared family, I'll bet you even share the mudblood!”
Ron shook with anger, but Malfoy's poking finger had him glued against the wall.
“I'm tired of watching this thing get dragged on and on. So, if you're not going to take advantage of Potter's untapped libido...” he turned around again to soak up Harry's disheveled visage and run a tantalizing tongue across his lower lip, “Then I will.” he finished simply.
Draco's hand finally left Ron's chest and his cool composure took over once more, eliciting not one shred of anxiety. He smiled widely, perhaps even seductively, “And of course, Weasley, if you want to watch, you can.”
Harry let out a delighted titter and Malfoy's expression was validated. He strode across the hall slowly, soaking up the dainty pieces of skin that showed through Harry's mussed clothing, and finally, a soft glow rose in his pale cheeks.
Ron had not moved from his spot, surprise still bubbling over.
Harry adjusted slightly against the wall and ran a hand through his messy hair, speaking directly to Ron after letting out a lusty sigh, “I never understood before...” Draco returned swiftly to his previous position, his hands sliding happily down the front of Harry's trousers while his lips bent down to nibble slightly at the neck.
“You smell so fucking good.” Draco murmured and Harry's hands squirreled around the blonde's neck and pulled him closer, his eyes never leaving Ron's twitching figure.
Suddenly a distinctively Slytherin smirk spread across Harry's lips, “What's the matter Won-Won? Confused?” He ran a stray hand up Malfoy's neck, tracing a few fingers through his pale hair and Draco moaned at the touch, his enthusiasm rising.
Ron's voice finally found it's way, but a squeak emitted before a mess of gibberish, “You're crazy!”
Draco and Harry seemed uninterested in what Ron had to say however, and were content to run their hands over any available flesh and sensitive fold. Draco's face was still buried in Harry's neck, and when he finally rose after Ron's statement a vermilion spot had been branded there. He glanced over his shoulder, the look questioning Ron as if he hadn't heard before, and his lips glistened in the low light.
He withdrew his wand slowly from his robes and pointed it suggestively at Harry...or rather a certain part of Harry, who responded with fear. But the whispered spell evoked a responsive gasp of pleasure and, if possible, Ron scooted further into the wall. From his vantage point it was impossible to actually see anything, but hearing it was another thing all together.
“Kiss me..” a shaking voice whimpered.
And the sighs of delight were temporarily ceased as Draco turned his energy to Harry's lips, sucking them up like juice and audibly smiling as he realized it wasn't half bad. Harry returned Malfoy's sentiments tenfold, wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck and pulling him close as his hands fondled and stroked, pushing past Harry's waistband.
“How long have you wanted to tap my libido?” Harry asked spontaneously.
Draco leaned back a bit, licking his lips as he pondered the question, effortless continuing with the gentle wanking. “Let's see...”
“Since last year.”
Harry's face fell slightly, “Only then?”
“Well,” and Draco accented his words with his fingers, the brunet beneath them let out a whimper, “It was only then that I realized you were hard enough to use dark magic against me...”
Ron, who had yet to take a step away, snorted, “I don't want to hear this!” He slid down the wall into a sitting position, where he wasn't really watching but was far from indifferent. But saying this quickly drew undue attention to the redhead, and he seemed to immediately regret it.
Harry and Draco looked up from each other and giggled slightly. Malfoy leaned in, stealing another kiss and running his tongue along the inside of Harry's bottom lip before launching across the hall and grabbing Ron, dragging him into the alcove and pushing him up against a thoroughly confused Harry.
The two Gryffindors squirmed in shock, but before they had a chance to repel one another, Draco threw his weight into Ron who was now sandwiched between the two of them. One again, Ron wore a visage of utter awe, but made no move for release. Malfoy ran a careful hand down his arm and guided this extra hand slowly down into Harry's pants.
Both boys gasped.
Draco held Ron's hand as he gently led it to complete the task of yanking on Harry's shrouded cock as it throbbed achingly in his pants, itching for some kind of climax. If Ron was harboring enjoyment he was stunningly successful in hiding it. Draco on the other hand seemed to be getting a real kick out of all this, that intoxicating smirk had not left his lips once, and was now taking on a evil tint.
Harry moaned loudly, suddenly feeling the orgasm build at the base of his spine. A whisper crept out, “Draco...”
Malfoy's free hand went up to run a vicious finger along the edge of Harry's raven hair, while Ron actually seemed slightly put off that he was still being ignored.
Another delicious noise escaped the Harry's mouth and Draco quickened his pace on the slippery erection hidden away below, as well as Ron's hand that had now slackened to the form of his and seemed indifferent to what it was doing.
Ron gulped and abruptly pulled away, making extra sure not to look at anyone as he spoke, “Ok!” He backed up swiftly, “Ok, I've decided, I think I'll go back up to Hall, see what Hermione's doing...”
“But..” Harry quivered.
Ron, gawking at his previous proximity to his best friend's knob, merely shook his head, “I'm sorry Harry, this is just too damn weird.” and with that he went pelting off down the corridor.
Draco shrugged and turned back to Harry, “More fun for us then.”
With Malfoy's actual fingers doing the work again Harry's tiny gasps of surprise returned, increasing in length and loudness. His fingers clawed at the back of Draco's neck to which the blonde responded with a short sigh of amusement, “You don't how long I've wanted to do this...”
Harry, through his short breath and quickening pulse, was scarcely able to speak, “I thought you said...”
“Maybe I was lying when I said sixth year...”
Warmth poured over Draco's fingers and Harry let out piercing moan that echoed down the corridor. And as he gave one final pump to Harry's throttled member Draco giggled, “I'm sure Weasley heard that one...”
* * *
“Hermione! Hermione!” Ron was frantic.
The bushy haired girl looked up cheerfully from her book, and smiled widely, “What is it Ronald?”
He stuttered. How could he explain any of this to her!?
“What is it? Is it Harry?”
He flopped down on the couch next to her, “Harry...Draco...dungeons...trousers...”
“What? You'll have to be a little more articulate than that, Ron.”
The floor dissolved beneath him, she genuinely didn't have a clue. “Ok,” he said taking a deep breath and collecting himself. “Harry and Malfoy.” His words were clear and loud. “In the dungeons.” Hermione's expression was still entirely indifferent. “And hands went down his trousers.”
“Whose trousers exactly?”
She wanted more details? Was that it!? “Harry's trousers! Merlin!”
She closed her book and her eyebrow went up in that thoughtful and near intuitive way that tended to grace her face so well, “And whose hands exactly?”
Ron pondered a moment before answering, choosing not to mention his involvement, the whole situation was wrong anyway, without adding him into the equation, “Draco's, geeze Hermione!”
“Okay...” she drew the syllables out and was beginning to sound very uninterested.
“Well!?”
She sighed, “Well I don't see what the big deal is.”
Ron scoffed, more gibberish spilling out his mouth, “What? Well, what? Why not!?”
“You remember that emotional depth I mentioned before, Ron? And how you only had a teaspoon? Well this is one of those times where quantity equals quality.”
He replied with a befuddled expression.
“Nevermind.” and she shook her head, opening her book again and prepared to commence reading once more when she turned back on a dime, “Wait. How did you see this? Where were you?”
He gulped. “Uh..” That was a mistake saying uh, uh means 'I'm hiding something.' “Uuh...”
Hermione's face crinkled as she realized he wasn't telling her everything. “Come on, what else is there?”
His face flushed immediately as he thought back on his hands down Harry's pants, held there by Malfoy, stroking his... “My hands too.” he blurted out quickly, turning away before he had a chance to see her reaction.
Which turned out to be one of those highly irritating, 'that's so cute' girl giggles.
He slumped down in the cushions, “Leave it out! I'm sorry I even mentioned anything.”
Hermione set her book aside and scooted closer to Ron, grasping his arm nonchalantly, “I'm sorry.”
He shook his head.
“Look, if it will make you feel better we can go up to your room and I can put MY hands down YOUR trousers.”
For the umpteenth time that day Ron's jaw slackened.
“What!? You obviously enjoyed it, otherwise you wouldn't be so flustered.” she stated matter-of-factly.
If she were like that with sex he would just die. “Ok...” he said, a slow toothy grin spreading over his lips.
Hermione grabbed his hand and smiled, leading him up from the couch and to the stairway. Shock and adrenaline rushed through his veins, “Wait, we'll have to be quiet, Neville and the rest of them...”
But Hermione made no motion to stop, and even sounded a little annoyed at the obstacle, “Yes Ron, you learn to be pretty quiet after the first couple times.” She pulled him forward.
He gulped again, “First couple times?”
Title: This Place
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Harry/Draco/Ron?, Ron/Hermione
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17 (for hand/wang)
Word Count: 2,354
Warnings: Voyuerism, Boy Love
Disclaimer: JKR owns all these fine looking guys, I am merely using them for my own devices (fun).
Summary: Something strange is happening in Hogwarts.
Author's Comments: Ok, I don't know what I was on when I wrote this. Everything kind of happens abruptly, and I'm like WTF!? Anyhoo...sex. POV is Draco's in the first part, switches to Ron's at the end.
“That's the final straw!” Draco screamed at the top of his lungs. “I can't stand it any longer!” And at that precise moment all eyes and ears in the Great Hall seemed to fall on him. His hand was pointed, like an arrow, straight towards Harry Potter and his surrounding buffer of friends and followers.
Harry rose, conflict flashing in his eyes, his fists already balling at his sides, eyebrows already furrowed together in anticipation. He started to protest this insult, “Malfo-” but the Slytherin was far too quick for him.
“Shut the hell up Potter!” and Draco prayed inwardly, knowing his prayers would be answered, that none of the staff would pay any mind to this spectacle.
Cheers erupted from the Slytherin table and Malfoy's smirk adjusted accordingly. He grabbed his robes and shifted in that perfectly smug way, “Now, if you and the Weasley-” he paused to look briefly at Ron with contempt before turning back to Harry, “Would like to follow me?”
Harry's teeth gritted, “I wouldn't like to follow you anywhere, Malfoy!” Ron crossed his arms triumphantly at his friend's heels, but Draco wasn't put off by their macho in the slightest. He strode forward, bridging the space between them and brought a firm grip down on Harry's wrist.
The brunet made to wrench his arm free but it was clear after a split second that it was a hopeless direction to take. Draco reaffirmed his grip and Harry frowned briefly, taking a bewildered step out of the hall with Malfoy, a sort of daze descending over him.
“Harry!? Don't go with him!” Ron screeched stupidly, bolting into a run to catch up with them.
By the time his redheaded friend had caught up they were halfway down the stairs to the dungeons and Harry's expression had melted into one of pure astonishment. Ron yelled after them again, “Where do you think you're going?!”
But Draco merely shook his head and led them further into the twisting halls of the lower levels. He swung suddenly Harry around him and straight in an alcove in the corridor wall, almost as if they were dancing. Ron, looking worried and thoroughly confused, shouted, quickening his pace. “OY!!”
Draco had pushed Harry up against the wall and was already unbuttoning his fly quite deftly, a look of undeniable joy on his face, his smirk growing wider by the minute.
Ron backpedaled immediately, “What the hell do you think you're doing Malfoy?!”
He was easily ignored.
“Harry!? Why are you letting him do this?”
But Harry was lost in a dreamy trance and merely shrugged and grunted in answer to his friends inquiry. Draco let out a satisfied giggled and continued his foray into Harry's underpants, eventually locating flesh and sighing contentedly at the sudden skin to skin contact.
Ron's face flushed with red once he realized his presence was hardly noted, “I can't believe this! Harry?! He's molesting you!” After saying the word 'molest' he looked nervously up and down to the hall to ensure no one was within earshot, but there was quite obviously no one.
He took a brave and perhaps foolish move forward and attempted to rip Draco off of Harry, but the blonde would have none of it. He threw Ron off of him and towards the opposite wall, nearly similar to how he shoved Harry, and the redhead's red face intensified.
“Listen, Weasley!” He abandoned Harry and prodded a finger into Ron's chest, pinned him with words, “I've had the misfortune to sit back for the past seven years and watch you and Potter here...”
He nodded behind himself in Harry's direction, whose pants were ruffled around his hips, and face was florid with heat. Upon mention of his name he looked up and began grinning like a goof, marveling at the red marks on his wrist where Malfoy had wrenched him away from lunch.
Ron's mouth dropped open.
“...carry on your sick, twisted little game of hard to get. Year in and year out Weasley and Potter go marching down the halls, hand in hand, blissfully unaware of their mounting desire to screw one another.”
Harry giggled slightly and Ron gaped for words but nothing came out.
“The shared dorm room, the shared family, I'll bet you even share the mudblood!”
Ron shook with anger, but Malfoy's poking finger had him glued against the wall.
“I'm tired of watching this thing get dragged on and on. So, if you're not going to take advantage of Potter's untapped libido...” he turned around again to soak up Harry's disheveled visage and run a tantalizing tongue across his lower lip, “Then I will.” he finished simply.
Draco's hand finally left Ron's chest and his cool composure took over once more, eliciting not one shred of anxiety. He smiled widely, perhaps even seductively, “And of course, Weasley, if you want to watch, you can.”
Harry let out a delighted titter and Malfoy's expression was validated. He strode across the hall slowly, soaking up the dainty pieces of skin that showed through Harry's mussed clothing, and finally, a soft glow rose in his pale cheeks.
Ron had not moved from his spot, surprise still bubbling over.
Harry adjusted slightly against the wall and ran a hand through his messy hair, speaking directly to Ron after letting out a lusty sigh, “I never understood before...” Draco returned swiftly to his previous position, his hands sliding happily down the front of Harry's trousers while his lips bent down to nibble slightly at the neck.
“You smell so fucking good.” Draco murmured and Harry's hands squirreled around the blonde's neck and pulled him closer, his eyes never leaving Ron's twitching figure.
Suddenly a distinctively Slytherin smirk spread across Harry's lips, “What's the matter Won-Won? Confused?” He ran a stray hand up Malfoy's neck, tracing a few fingers through his pale hair and Draco moaned at the touch, his enthusiasm rising.
Ron's voice finally found it's way, but a squeak emitted before a mess of gibberish, “You're crazy!”
Draco and Harry seemed uninterested in what Ron had to say however, and were content to run their hands over any available flesh and sensitive fold. Draco's face was still buried in Harry's neck, and when he finally rose after Ron's statement a vermilion spot had been branded there. He glanced over his shoulder, the look questioning Ron as if he hadn't heard before, and his lips glistened in the low light.
He withdrew his wand slowly from his robes and pointed it suggestively at Harry...or rather a certain part of Harry, who responded with fear. But the whispered spell evoked a responsive gasp of pleasure and, if possible, Ron scooted further into the wall. From his vantage point it was impossible to actually see anything, but hearing it was another thing all together.
“Kiss me..” a shaking voice whimpered.
And the sighs of delight were temporarily ceased as Draco turned his energy to Harry's lips, sucking them up like juice and audibly smiling as he realized it wasn't half bad. Harry returned Malfoy's sentiments tenfold, wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck and pulling him close as his hands fondled and stroked, pushing past Harry's waistband.
“How long have you wanted to tap my libido?” Harry asked spontaneously.
Draco leaned back a bit, licking his lips as he pondered the question, effortless continuing with the gentle wanking. “Let's see...”
“Since last year.”
Harry's face fell slightly, “Only then?”
“Well,” and Draco accented his words with his fingers, the brunet beneath them let out a whimper, “It was only then that I realized you were hard enough to use dark magic against me...”
Ron, who had yet to take a step away, snorted, “I don't want to hear this!” He slid down the wall into a sitting position, where he wasn't really watching but was far from indifferent. But saying this quickly drew undue attention to the redhead, and he seemed to immediately regret it.
Harry and Draco looked up from each other and giggled slightly. Malfoy leaned in, stealing another kiss and running his tongue along the inside of Harry's bottom lip before launching across the hall and grabbing Ron, dragging him into the alcove and pushing him up against a thoroughly confused Harry.
The two Gryffindors squirmed in shock, but before they had a chance to repel one another, Draco threw his weight into Ron who was now sandwiched between the two of them. One again, Ron wore a visage of utter awe, but made no move for release. Malfoy ran a careful hand down his arm and guided this extra hand slowly down into Harry's pants.
Both boys gasped.
Draco held Ron's hand as he gently led it to complete the task of yanking on Harry's shrouded cock as it throbbed achingly in his pants, itching for some kind of climax. If Ron was harboring enjoyment he was stunningly successful in hiding it. Draco on the other hand seemed to be getting a real kick out of all this, that intoxicating smirk had not left his lips once, and was now taking on a evil tint.
Harry moaned loudly, suddenly feeling the orgasm build at the base of his spine. A whisper crept out, “Draco...”
Malfoy's free hand went up to run a vicious finger along the edge of Harry's raven hair, while Ron actually seemed slightly put off that he was still being ignored.
Another delicious noise escaped the Harry's mouth and Draco quickened his pace on the slippery erection hidden away below, as well as Ron's hand that had now slackened to the form of his and seemed indifferent to what it was doing.
Ron gulped and abruptly pulled away, making extra sure not to look at anyone as he spoke, “Ok!” He backed up swiftly, “Ok, I've decided, I think I'll go back up to Hall, see what Hermione's doing...”
“But..” Harry quivered.
Ron, gawking at his previous proximity to his best friend's knob, merely shook his head, “I'm sorry Harry, this is just too damn weird.” and with that he went pelting off down the corridor.
Draco shrugged and turned back to Harry, “More fun for us then.”
With Malfoy's actual fingers doing the work again Harry's tiny gasps of surprise returned, increasing in length and loudness. His fingers clawed at the back of Draco's neck to which the blonde responded with a short sigh of amusement, “You don't how long I've wanted to do this...”
Harry, through his short breath and quickening pulse, was scarcely able to speak, “I thought you said...”
“Maybe I was lying when I said sixth year...”
Warmth poured over Draco's fingers and Harry let out piercing moan that echoed down the corridor. And as he gave one final pump to Harry's throttled member Draco giggled, “I'm sure Weasley heard that one...”
* * *
“Hermione! Hermione!” Ron was frantic.
The bushy haired girl looked up cheerfully from her book, and smiled widely, “What is it Ronald?”
He stuttered. How could he explain any of this to her!?
“What is it? Is it Harry?”
He flopped down on the couch next to her, “Harry...Draco...dungeons...trousers...”
“What? You'll have to be a little more articulate than that, Ron.”
The floor dissolved beneath him, she genuinely didn't have a clue. “Ok,” he said taking a deep breath and collecting himself. “Harry and Malfoy.” His words were clear and loud. “In the dungeons.” Hermione's expression was still entirely indifferent. “And hands went down his trousers.”
“Whose trousers exactly?”
She wanted more details? Was that it!? “Harry's trousers! Merlin!”
She closed her book and her eyebrow went up in that thoughtful and near intuitive way that tended to grace her face so well, “And whose hands exactly?”
Ron pondered a moment before answering, choosing not to mention his involvement, the whole situation was wrong anyway, without adding him into the equation, “Draco's, geeze Hermione!”
“Okay...” she drew the syllables out and was beginning to sound very uninterested.
“Well!?”
She sighed, “Well I don't see what the big deal is.”
Ron scoffed, more gibberish spilling out his mouth, “What? Well, what? Why not!?”
“You remember that emotional depth I mentioned before, Ron? And how you only had a teaspoon? Well this is one of those times where quantity equals quality.”
He replied with a befuddled expression.
“Nevermind.” and she shook her head, opening her book again and prepared to commence reading once more when she turned back on a dime, “Wait. How did you see this? Where were you?”
He gulped. “Uh..” That was a mistake saying uh, uh means 'I'm hiding something.' “Uuh...”
Hermione's face crinkled as she realized he wasn't telling her everything. “Come on, what else is there?”
His face flushed immediately as he thought back on his hands down Harry's pants, held there by Malfoy, stroking his... “My hands too.” he blurted out quickly, turning away before he had a chance to see her reaction.
Which turned out to be one of those highly irritating, 'that's so cute' girl giggles.
He slumped down in the cushions, “Leave it out! I'm sorry I even mentioned anything.”
Hermione set her book aside and scooted closer to Ron, grasping his arm nonchalantly, “I'm sorry.”
He shook his head.
“Look, if it will make you feel better we can go up to your room and I can put MY hands down YOUR trousers.”
For the umpteenth time that day Ron's jaw slackened.
“What!? You obviously enjoyed it, otherwise you wouldn't be so flustered.” she stated matter-of-factly.
If she were like that with sex he would just die. “Ok...” he said, a slow toothy grin spreading over his lips.
Hermione grabbed his hand and smiled, leading him up from the couch and to the stairway. Shock and adrenaline rushed through his veins, “Wait, we'll have to be quiet, Neville and the rest of them...”
But Hermione made no motion to stop, and even sounded a little annoyed at the obstacle, “Yes Ron, you learn to be pretty quiet after the first couple times.” She pulled him forward.
He gulped again, “First couple times?”