Watching Love: The Third Time (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 3 of 5
Art: Illustration by redheadsarehot
The Third Time - December 26, 1998
Harry was once again bunking with Ron in his attic room, sleeping on the familiar camp bed. The Burrow was bursting at the seams with the entire Weasley clan visiting for the Christmas holidays. Harry couldn't sleep as watched the moonlight flood the small bedroom and reflected on the events of the day. It had started out well enough, he and Ron opened their Christmas presents with the excitement of eleven year olds, a vast improvement over Christmas the year before. The fun ended abruptly when, without even eating breakfast, Ron Apparated to the Grangers to spend Christmas morning with Hermione and her family. The two of them returned to the Burrow in time for Christmas dinner, Hermione's belongings in tow. Harry had been a little disappointed to have Ron rush off but he knew Ron was anxious to retrieve Hermione, as she planned on staying at the Burrow for the remainder of her Christmas break before she and Ginny returned to Hogwarts.
Ginny. Just the thought of the complicated red haired witch caused Harry to toss and turn, causing the old camp bed to creak with his movements. He quickly cast a silencing charm on the bed to avoid waking Ron before tucking his wand back under his pillow.
Harry and Ginny had been having a lovely time over the break. He thought they had finally come to an understanding regarding their future, until Ginny announced at Christmas dinner that she was being scouted by the Holyhead Harpies and was considering joining the team after graduation. Everyone was thrilled for her, Harry included to some extent. Mostly though, he was angry. Angry and frustrated. He thought all he had to do was make it through this school year and then they could be together, finally moving forward... like Ron and Hermione.
The girls returning to Hogwarts had been tough for Ron and Harry. Harry was surprised that Ron seemed to handle it better than him. Ron had begun working with George to reopen the shop over the summer while also training and working with the Aurors. Even though George was doing better, Ron continued to work both jobs diligently while making sure he made the trip to Hogwarts every chance he could - even dragging Harry to the Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw match just for a chance to visit with Hermione. Harry knew very well what the two of them were doing during these visits, and it wasn't watching Quidditch.
Harry and Ginny had made steps forward in their physical relationship as well, though not nearly to the extent as his best mates. Harry flopped over to watch Ron's slumbering form. If you knew what I was doing with your sister during those Hogsmeade visits mate, you'd murder me in my sleep. There had been several times Harry had tried to convince Ginny to let him try going down on her the way he had seen Ron do to Hermione, but she refused. Whatever he had done to her with his hands must not have been quite right as her reaction was nothing like the ones Ron elicited from Hermione. Harry felt himself start to stiffen when remembering the two encounters he had observed between Ron and Hermione but tried his best to ignore the stirrings.
I'd ask 'Mr. Sex God' over there for some advice, if I weren't dating his little sister. Am I still dating his little sister? I'm not really sure anymore. Dammit! Why does this all have to be so difficult? Harry tried to concentrate on the thought of Ginny's hands on him and the way she made him feel but his attempts were thwarted when he remembered there wasn't likely to be any reoccurrence anytime soon, given the blazing row they had earlier in the evening. Harry was hurt by Ginny's decision to not come home after school finished and for not discussing it with him first. She had told him that she was not living her life for him anymore and if he wanted to be with her he would just have to accept things on her terms. He countered with something awful about wondering if he wanted to be with such a 'frigid bitch,' and it all went downhill from there. Why can't we have what Ron and Hermione have? Damn, never thought I'd ever think that!
Harry was pulled from his thoughts by the creaking of the attic door. He tightened his grip on his wand under his pillow, but before he could act Ron sat straight up with his wand trained in the figure at the door before he let out a deep sigh.
"Er-my-nee?" he mumbled.
"Who else to you have visiting your room at one in the morning?" she replied rather cheekily.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as she shut the door and sealed it.
Uh-oh, this can't be good... at least not for me.
Hermione crossed the room as silently as possible, taking a seat on the edge of Ron's bed. "I just wanted to thank you again for my Christmas present. You really shouldn't have, it's too much."
What, did he get her a book and some Bernie Botts? Ron's not a very original gift giver. Ron had brought Hermione's gift over to the Grangers that morning and had never revealed to Harry exactly what he had bought her.
"Do you like it?" Ron was sitting up now, his voice raspy from sleep.
"Mm-hmm," Hermione practically purred. "Very much." Are they still talking about her present? There were definite kissing noises coming from Ron's bed now. "Then it's not too much," Ron replied his voice now sounding even huskier than earlier.
"This necklace is the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me." A necklace? Wow Ron, jewelry, I'm impressed. Hope it doesn't say 'My Sweetheart' on it. "I'm wearing it now; I don't plan on ever taking it off. I could barely wait for everybody to get to sleep so I could come up here and show you my appreciation."
"I thought you did a pretty good job of showing me up in your room this morning." They did not shag at the Grangers' this morning with her parents right there!
"I don't know," Hermione said kissing along Ron's neck. At least that's what Harry thought she was doing, without his glasses things were all a bit blurry. "I personally felt the experience wasn't quite ... satisfying." Ouch.
"What!" Ron yelled.
"Shhhh, you'll wake Harry," Hermione admonished sternly.
"Are you telling me you didn't... get off?" Ron hissed much quieter but still obviously agitated, "Because I swear Hermione, that sure as hell seemed to me like you were satisfied."
"Relax Ron, it was lovely... you're always wonderful with your hands. Maybe 'satisfying' wasn't the right word. 'Fulfilling' might be a better choice."
"Fulfill- Oh, I see ... you wanted..." Ron's voice trailed off as he grasped Hermione's meaning, and it appeared as though she was grasping Ron - literally.
All Harry could make out was Hermione's "Mm-hmm" before the two seated figures lay down on Ron's bed, with Hermione's small body covering Ron. "Hermione, what are you wearing under your dressing gown?" Ron asked after a few moments of obviously intense snogging.
"My necklace," came her muffled her reply.
"And?"
"And nothing, just my necklace."
"Fuck woman, what are you trying to do to me?" Ron groaned.
"I think that's pretty obvious." Damn right it's obvious! I'm right here you know!
Harry scrunched his eyes closed tightly and tried to drown out the moans and rustling of bedclothes coming from across the room, yet he could still see them in his mind's eye. Try as he might, Harry could not block the image of Ron and Hermione together. Even without his eyes open, he could 'see' the way they were devouring each other. He could sense that intoxicating combination of love and lust that was rolling off them in waves. He 'saw' the tenderness and unrestrained passion between them as Ron's large freckled hands caressed her face gently while he pressed his hard body firmly against her soft one. Enough!
Finally Harry heard Ron speak while panting heavily, "Hermione, wait... we have to stop."
"Hmmmm?" Hermione's voice sounded as if she were drugged.
"Harr - God, that's good - Harry's right here babe..." Who would have thought Ron the voice of reason? Harry opened his eyes just enough to see Hermione sit up and reach into her dressing gown pocket. He could not see her wand, but gathered from her movements that she had pulled it out.
"Well, I think I can take care of that concern," Hermione said confidently.
Looking back Harry would blame his casting of a nonverbal invisible shield around his bed on instinct gained in Auror training; he really didn't have an excuse for the one he placed around Ron's bed as well. Both moves effectively negated the Muffliato and other concealment charms Hermione cast, without her or Ron being any wiser.
Harry heard the clatter of Hermione's wand on Ron's bedside cabinet, just before she announced, "Now that that's taken care of, I do believe you have too many clothes on Mr. Weasley."
"Is that so? What about you Miss Granger?"
"I think we've already established that I'm not wearing any clothes, but if you'd like I can get rid of this pesky dressing gown."
"Please do," Ron replied his voice now gravelly with lust rather than sleep. Shit! I do not need this, not after everything that's happened with Ginny! Why am I doing this again? What the hell is wrong with me? I don't want to see; yet why can't I stop watching?
"You first." Hermione sat up tall over Ron's prone form and tugged him up to a seated position so she could pull off his shirt. Once she tossed it aside, she pushed Ron back on the bed, crawled down his body, and slowly slid his bottoms off before throwing them away as well. Harry squinted hard and could just make out the sight of Ron's erection pulsing in anticipation from across the room, as Hermione sat straddling his calves, rubbing her hands up and down Ron's thighs. Harry noted his glasses were perched on his bedside cabinet, a silent Accio and he could see everything more clearly. No. Really, I shouldn't. Then again, maybe I could learn... maybe Ginny wouldn't...
"Mmmm," she hummed in appreciation, "You look wonderful." Harry didn't need his glasses to know Ron was blushing furiously. "Why are you embarrassed?"
Poor sod never could take a compliment.
"You know I think you look," Hermione leaned forward to place her mouth on Ron's abdomen, "delicious." Ron let out a groan that sounded like an odd combination of pain and pleasure. What did she do to him?
Hermione scooted further up Ron's body, rubbing her hands over his torso with her lips following in their wake. Ron groaned, "Marking your territory?"
"Mm-hmm... so tasty," Hermione responded.
Ron let out a small sound of protest when Hermione buried her face into his neck. "Ow, careful there, luv!" He chuckled as she moved back down his body, "With your fondness for biting, sure you wouldn't prefer a vampire?"
"No thanks, I definitely prefer wizards," Hermione took his erection in hand and said as she stroked him, "it's the wands you see, dead useful." With that, it appeared to Harry as if she sat directly over Ron's cock, though he knew Ron wasn't inside her based on his desperate pleas.
"Dammit Hermione... I have to... let me, please..." Ron grabbed Hermione's hips and tried to lift her up so he could penetrate her, but she was obviously in the mood to play. She's a right tease, Harry thought with a bit of sympathy for his best mate.
"Patience Ron," Hermione admonished. "Put your arms up by the headboard for me." Ron complied with a moan of anticipation. Ron obviously knew what was coming next and even if Harry didn't, he had his suspicions.
Hermione reached for her wand and waiving it silently, she conjured ropes to bind Ron's wrists to the metal rungs at the head of his bed. Harry couldn't help but smile, Kinky! Wonder what spell she used? Maybe I'll just take a peek... Harry silently summoned his glasses without alerting Ron or Hermione to his actions. He stealthily pushed them onto his face and turned to watch his best friends come much clearer into focus.
Ron pulled on his bindings and laughed. "You know I could break these if I wanted to," he observed. Hermione tossed her wand aside again, "Yes, but I also know you don't want to..." She reached for the tie of her dressing gown and the silky material floated slowly off her body. Harry was only able to see her elegant bare back from the angle of his bed. "At least not yet anyway," she amended.
Hermione began to slowly and sensuously rock her hips over Ron's body, still without taking him inside. "Your body feels so good Ron," she moaned. "Oh, how I miss you."
"Me too, luv, me too," Ron moaned in response.
"When I'm all alone in my room at night it's the worst," she continued as her undulations increased in tempo, "I can't help but think of you." She reached up and cupped her breasts, "I imagine your hands on me, your mouth all over my body. I remember what it's like to have you loving me, filling me." Ron let out a deep groan as he watched Hermione reach down to touch herself while rubbing along his length even faster.
"Please, babe..." he practically begged. Show him some mercy already, Hermione.
"Nothing I do to myself feels as good as you," Hermione spoke as if in a trance, ignoring Ron's pleading. She masturbates? No fucking way! "Even with my transfiguration skills, I can't find anything that fills me like you do." She shuddered gently as she threw back her head and moaned Ron's name.
That last image was too much for Ron to take; he let out a feral growl and pulled his hands free of the bindings. He grabbed Hermione's hips, lifted her up and slammed her body down on his erection, causing them both cry out in relief. "You shouldn't tease a bloke like that Hermione," Ron warned just before smacked her soundly on the arse. Did he just spank her? Hermione made a combination squeak and moan in response. Did she like it?
"Only a tease..." she panted as she began to ride him furiously, "if I don't...follow through." Hermione leaned forward to meet Ron in a searing kiss, while he smacked her arse a couple more times. The moonlight streaming in through the window over Ron's bed illuminated the room enough for Harry to see the bright red marks Ron's hands made on Hermione's bum. Damn his hands are huge!
Hermione arched her back as she pulled away from the kiss, moaning in appreciation at the pace Ron was setting as he gripped her ass and guided her along his shaft. "Fuck! I love your arse Hermione, so round... so firm," he groaned as he dug his hands into her flesh.
"Love your tits in my face," Ron declared before lifted his head and greedily captured the nipple dangling above him. Hermione almost sobbed with excitement as she replied, "And I love your cock in my pussy." Oh, she definitely knows how to get to him. Her brazen response earned her another slap on her bottom. As Ron switched his attention on her other breast, he murmured "Saucy wench," causing Hermione to giggle.
When Ron released her breast, Hermione sat up tall and resumed her frenetic pace over him. "Like my cock, do you luv?" he asked as he bent his legs and thrust roughly up into her. By this time Hermione was too far-gone to respond with anything but a whimper. "Feel good does it?" When Hermione only nodded, Ron commanded, "Answer me Hermione. Do you like it, does it feel good?"
Hermione threw her head back and shouted, "Yes! Oh God, yes Ron! Love it... love you!" Good thing she sealed the room, no way Mrs. Weasley could miss that shriek! Ron stopped his thrusts as he let Hermione rock her hips over his as she rode out her orgasm, drawing Ron's name out into at least 5 syllables. Once her pace slowed, Ron sat up and wrapped himself around her. She looks so tiny in his arms. Ron's hands slowly drew circles on Hermione's back as she recovered. "You okay, Hermione?" he whispered tenderly.
"Yeah..." she sighed.
"Good." Ron's voice was suddenly much firmer, "It's my turn now."
"Wha-" Ron surged forward before Hermione could finish her question. His motion caused Hermione to fall back on the bed, affording Harry his first real look at her breasts as the bounced from the impact. Whoa, her tits are much bigger than I imagined... not that I've been imaging Hermione's tits... but, wow, definitely bigger than Ginny's. Though I think I prefer the freckles and Gin's nipples are much pinker, like Ron's...
By now Harry was so turned on he was frantically frotting his bed, rubbing his erection into the mattress. He shifted his eyes from the naked brunette lying at the foot of Ron's bed to his naked best mate. Ron was up on his knees, his large hands grasping Hermione's thighs as he prepared to enter her. Harry's eyes grew wide at the sight of Ron's engorged penis, glistening with Hermione's juices. Fuck! Look at him, he looks so... fierce.
"God, I love you Hermione." Ron's gentle words contrasted with his intense gaze. Ron reached under Hermione and lifted her bum as he thrust into her. Ron immediately began to pound into Hermione, almost savagely. His grasp on her arse was so firm that he pulled her body up so that only her shoulders and head remained on the bed, leaving Hermione to thrash her head and whimper with need. "I love how your tits bounce when I fuck you like this." Rather that scold him as Harry would have sworn she would, Hermione just nodded fervently, "Mmmm... So good."
"Touch 'em for me Hermione, squeeze those perfect tits for me." Ron growled with approval when she complied with his instructions. "Remember when I fucked your tits Hermione, when I came all over 'em?" This time it was Harry's turn to whimper as he sped up his motions into his bed, luckily Ron and Hermione were too busy to notice. Harry closed his eyes for a brief moment and allowed himself to imagine the sight of Ron's large cock sliding between Hermione's breasts, covering her chest with his spunk. Oh God, what a sight that would be. Ron's voice brought Harry back to the reality of the moment. "Damn, that was good... nothing like your tight pussy though." Ron threw his head back and moaned, "There's nothing like the feel of being inside you... nothing."
"Oh God, Ron," Hermione moaned.
"You close, luv?" Ron shifted so more of her body rested on the bed, moving one arm from under her arse. He brought his thumb to mouth and wet it before rubbing it furiously over her clit. Wet your fingers, that makes sense... I'll have to remember that. Look at him... where did that insecure bloke go? Must be what love does to you, don't think it's just the sex. Shit... this is so hot... I'm so close...
"Hermione!" Ron grunted, just as Hermione let out a keening wail. Neither one was aware of the fact that Harry joined them in release at the same moment, the three of them finding bliss simultaneously. Ron collapsed forward, blanketing Hermione's small frame with his own, his breathing labored. Ron eventually raised himself on his elbows and, brushing the hair from Hermione, he smiled, "That was fucking brilliant."
Harry lay face down on his bed, chilled by the dampness he was laying in, waiting for Hermione to scold Ron for his language now that the sex was over. She didn't disappoint.
"Honestly Ron," she said with a sigh. "I suppose you're right... it was rather amazing."
"What was that, like three times? A personal best I think," Ron noted with no small amount of pride.
"Actually more like two and a half... the first was just a small one," Hermione corrected. Ron laughed in response, "Well then, guess I'll have to keep trying."
"Not tonight, I don't know if I'll be able to walk tomorrow," Hermione acknowledged with a laugh of her own.
"Stay the night. Please?" Ron's voice was so soft and tender Harry could barely hear him.
"Of course," Hermione said as she placed her hand lovingly on Ron's cheek and he turned his face to gently kiss her wrist. It was the moments like this that Harry felt the most ashamed of witnessing. The sex was intense and hot... but he somehow felt removed from it; he could distance his mind from it and just let himself have a visceral reaction. The tender touches and soft voices were much more intimate, the tiny moments of their love evoked much more guilt in him.
"Don't forget to set-"
"The alarm. I got it, Hermione," Ron interrupted. "I did manage to wake us up everyday during break so I could Apparate back from your house with no one the wiser, you know."
Really? He's been going over to the Grangers' house every night? I never even noticed... that explains why he's seemed so tired lately.
Ron sat up, grabbed his wand from under his pillow, and set his alarm.
"Sorry about the marks, Ron," Hermione said, indicating the red bite marks on his torso as she crawled up to the head on the bed to burrow under Ron's covers. "Do you want me to heal them for you?"
"Nah 'M okay. I like your possessive streak, don't mind you marking me as your own. In fact," he pulled her closer against him, "you can tattoo 'Property of Hermione Granger' across my sorry freckled arse if you want."
"As tempting as that offer is, if someone already has your delicious naked arse in their sights, I doubt any sort of proprietary statement will distract them."
"Well, fear not my love, you're the only getting a look at my naked arse," he chuckled loudly. "Oh, and Harry of course."
Bloody buggering fuck! Did he see me checking out-
"Harry sees your arse regularly does he?" Hermione teased.
"His locker is next to mine you know and we have been mates for quite awhile. We've caught a few glimpses of each other's pasty bums over the years, but there's no need to get jealous Hermione." Right... no need at all.
"Hmpf," she huffed in mock indignation at his teasing, before he captured her lips for a passionate kiss.
Releasing her mouth, he raised his wand, "Want me to clean you up a bit?"
"No," she said coyly, "I like having your mark on me too."
Ron smiled lovingly at her before he raised his wand again, swirling it around his bed while muttering, "Finite Incantatem."
"Why'd you do that?" Hermione asked
"So I can find you when I come back to bed," Ron explained as he jumped up. "Can't have my girlfriend concealed from me, can I?" He walked over towards Harry's bed and bent over to pick up his discarded shirt before tossing it to Hermione, "Here luv, you can wear this." He then found his pants and pulled them up before looking closely at Harry's face. Shit! Okay, deep breathes... you're asleep, can't let him know. I fooled Voldemort, I can fool Ron... I hope.
"Poor bugger, must have fallen asleep with your glasses on again," Ron whispered before reaching out and gently removing the frames from Harry's face and placing them quietly back on the bedside table.
"How is he?" Harry heard Hermione ask as Ron crawled into bed.
"He's... okay, I guess. It's been hard on him."
"That was some row he and Ginny had tonight. I hope they're all right."
"Don't worry Hermione, I'm sure they will be... once Harry gets his head out of his arse over this whole Harpies business."
Oi! Some best mate you are!
"He really was upset. What do you think his problem is? I mean, Ginny has worked really hard. He should be happy for her..."
"He is, luv. He's just..."
"Jealous?"
"Nah, more like... lonely, I think. He's been waiting for this year to be over and now Ginny's making plans to move away, making plans without him." Wow, this new emotionally mature Ron is kinda scary.
Unlike Harry, Hermione seemed to appreciate Ron's emotional growth, as she murmured something that sounded like 'more than a teaspoon' before Harry heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing.
After a few moments, the couple pulled apart and snuggled together. "Speaking of plans... any new thoughts on the offers you've received?"
"Well, the Department of Mysteries is intriguing and I like the idea of working for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures... but I'm not sure. I really have to wait for my N.E.W.T.s before I can consider any offers, since they may rescind-"
"No one is going to rescind anything, you lunatic." Hermione slapped him playfully before he continued, "I don't know about the Department of Mysteries though, you could never talk to me about your day."
"Oh, I suppose you've rather have me talk about the plight of the House Elves and Goblins all the time instead."
"Good point, Department of Mysteries it is then... Ouch, woman! Stop hitting me!" Ron retaliated with a serious tickle attack, as Hermione began giggling uncontrollably and thrashing about, crying, "Enough, enough... I'm sorry."
Ron relented, "As long as you're sorry." They rearranged themselves under the covers again before Ron said, his voice uncharacteristically serious, "I just want you to be happy Hermione, that's all that matters."
"Thank you, Ron. I love you... you make me happy."
"Me too," Ron replied sleepily as a large yawn escaped his mouth.
The room became quiet as the three occupants began to drift off to sleep, Harry managing to sneak a cleansing charm so he could rest more comfortably. Ron's deep voice, suddenly filled the silence.
"Hermione?"
"Hmmmm?"
"What you said before, about that transfiguration stuff... did you mean it? Have you really..."
"No Ron, I haven't."
"Oh," he said, sounding more than a bit disappointed. "Because I heard they make things like that... that some girls use..." Reading the adverts in the back of your PlayWizard, mate?
"Nothing could compare to the real thing, so why bother."
"Oh, okay." Ron seemed pleased by her response.
"Although..." Hermione's voice trailed off.
"What? Tell me." What? Tell him!
"Sometimes, I... I mean I make my wand..." She took a deep breath and forged ahead, "Sometimes I make my wand vibrate and touch myself, down there."
"Sweet Merlin!" Ron groaned.
Fuck, that's hot! I wonder if she's taught Ginny that spell... Harry's mind began to wander to the thought of Ginny touching herself with her wand vibrating between her legs. I've never seen Ginny's fanny, only touched her under her knickers, wonder if her pubes are the same colour as Ron's... his look much softer... Stop thinking of Ron's pubes you sick fuck!
"You sure you aren't interested in another go?"
"Ron, I can't! Seriously, we need to sleep. I'm sorry I brought it up."
"Don't be sorry." Ha! If I know Ron, he's saving that image in his wank bank... I know I am. Only with Ginny in mind, not Hermione... and definitely not Ron... no, definitely not.
Silence filled the room again, until...
"Hermione?"
"What now Ron?" she asked obviously exasperated.
"I was just wondering, if maybe you could, uh... show me that wand thing sometime?"
"Um...okay, but not tonight."
"Maybe New Year's? I was thinking we could go out, the four of us - you, me, Harry and Ginny, and then you and I could spend the night at Grimmauld Place together. It's almost ready... Harry thinks we can move soon after the first of the year."
"That sounds lovely Ron. You think they'll be okay by then?"
"Absolutely, no doubt. Ginny just needs to get out from under everybody's shadow... do her own thing, find her own way. Harry will come around eventually. He doesn't realize it, but he casts a pretty big shadow, especially now."
"I know Ron, I know. Shhh... get some rest my love."
Does he still feel that way? Does he resent me? He seems to think Ginny does... I should talk to her; I should work this out...
"I love you Hermione, I'm so lucky to have you," Ron whispered in the dark.
"I'm the lucky one Ron. I love you too."
I want what they have... I need what they have. Yeah, I'll talk to her tomorrow... Harry drifted off to a fitful sleep, as his best friends slumbered peacefully in each other's arms.
The first part of the Fourth Time can be found 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 3 of 5
Art: Illustration by redheadsarehot
The Third Time - December 26, 1998
Harry was once again bunking with Ron in his attic room, sleeping on the familiar camp bed. The Burrow was bursting at the seams with the entire Weasley clan visiting for the Christmas holidays. Harry couldn't sleep as watched the moonlight flood the small bedroom and reflected on the events of the day. It had started out well enough, he and Ron opened their Christmas presents with the excitement of eleven year olds, a vast improvement over Christmas the year before. The fun ended abruptly when, without even eating breakfast, Ron Apparated to the Grangers to spend Christmas morning with Hermione and her family. The two of them returned to the Burrow in time for Christmas dinner, Hermione's belongings in tow. Harry had been a little disappointed to have Ron rush off but he knew Ron was anxious to retrieve Hermione, as she planned on staying at the Burrow for the remainder of her Christmas break before she and Ginny returned to Hogwarts.
Ginny. Just the thought of the complicated red haired witch caused Harry to toss and turn, causing the old camp bed to creak with his movements. He quickly cast a silencing charm on the bed to avoid waking Ron before tucking his wand back under his pillow.
Harry and Ginny had been having a lovely time over the break. He thought they had finally come to an understanding regarding their future, until Ginny announced at Christmas dinner that she was being scouted by the Holyhead Harpies and was considering joining the team after graduation. Everyone was thrilled for her, Harry included to some extent. Mostly though, he was angry. Angry and frustrated. He thought all he had to do was make it through this school year and then they could be together, finally moving forward... like Ron and Hermione.
The girls returning to Hogwarts had been tough for Ron and Harry. Harry was surprised that Ron seemed to handle it better than him. Ron had begun working with George to reopen the shop over the summer while also training and working with the Aurors. Even though George was doing better, Ron continued to work both jobs diligently while making sure he made the trip to Hogwarts every chance he could - even dragging Harry to the Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw match just for a chance to visit with Hermione. Harry knew very well what the two of them were doing during these visits, and it wasn't watching Quidditch.
Harry and Ginny had made steps forward in their physical relationship as well, though not nearly to the extent as his best mates. Harry flopped over to watch Ron's slumbering form. If you knew what I was doing with your sister during those Hogsmeade visits mate, you'd murder me in my sleep. There had been several times Harry had tried to convince Ginny to let him try going down on her the way he had seen Ron do to Hermione, but she refused. Whatever he had done to her with his hands must not have been quite right as her reaction was nothing like the ones Ron elicited from Hermione. Harry felt himself start to stiffen when remembering the two encounters he had observed between Ron and Hermione but tried his best to ignore the stirrings.
I'd ask 'Mr. Sex God' over there for some advice, if I weren't dating his little sister. Am I still dating his little sister? I'm not really sure anymore. Dammit! Why does this all have to be so difficult? Harry tried to concentrate on the thought of Ginny's hands on him and the way she made him feel but his attempts were thwarted when he remembered there wasn't likely to be any reoccurrence anytime soon, given the blazing row they had earlier in the evening. Harry was hurt by Ginny's decision to not come home after school finished and for not discussing it with him first. She had told him that she was not living her life for him anymore and if he wanted to be with her he would just have to accept things on her terms. He countered with something awful about wondering if he wanted to be with such a 'frigid bitch,' and it all went downhill from there. Why can't we have what Ron and Hermione have? Damn, never thought I'd ever think that!
Harry was pulled from his thoughts by the creaking of the attic door. He tightened his grip on his wand under his pillow, but before he could act Ron sat straight up with his wand trained in the figure at the door before he let out a deep sigh.
"Er-my-nee?" he mumbled.
"Who else to you have visiting your room at one in the morning?" she replied rather cheekily.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as she shut the door and sealed it.
Uh-oh, this can't be good... at least not for me.
Hermione crossed the room as silently as possible, taking a seat on the edge of Ron's bed. "I just wanted to thank you again for my Christmas present. You really shouldn't have, it's too much."
What, did he get her a book and some Bernie Botts? Ron's not a very original gift giver. Ron had brought Hermione's gift over to the Grangers that morning and had never revealed to Harry exactly what he had bought her.
"Do you like it?" Ron was sitting up now, his voice raspy from sleep.
"Mm-hmm," Hermione practically purred. "Very much." Are they still talking about her present? There were definite kissing noises coming from Ron's bed now. "Then it's not too much," Ron replied his voice now sounding even huskier than earlier.
"This necklace is the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me." A necklace? Wow Ron, jewelry, I'm impressed. Hope it doesn't say 'My Sweetheart' on it. "I'm wearing it now; I don't plan on ever taking it off. I could barely wait for everybody to get to sleep so I could come up here and show you my appreciation."
"I thought you did a pretty good job of showing me up in your room this morning." They did not shag at the Grangers' this morning with her parents right there!
"I don't know," Hermione said kissing along Ron's neck. At least that's what Harry thought she was doing, without his glasses things were all a bit blurry. "I personally felt the experience wasn't quite ... satisfying." Ouch.
"What!" Ron yelled.
"Shhhh, you'll wake Harry," Hermione admonished sternly.
"Are you telling me you didn't... get off?" Ron hissed much quieter but still obviously agitated, "Because I swear Hermione, that sure as hell seemed to me like you were satisfied."
"Relax Ron, it was lovely... you're always wonderful with your hands. Maybe 'satisfying' wasn't the right word. 'Fulfilling' might be a better choice."
"Fulfill- Oh, I see ... you wanted..." Ron's voice trailed off as he grasped Hermione's meaning, and it appeared as though she was grasping Ron - literally.
All Harry could make out was Hermione's "Mm-hmm" before the two seated figures lay down on Ron's bed, with Hermione's small body covering Ron. "Hermione, what are you wearing under your dressing gown?" Ron asked after a few moments of obviously intense snogging.
"My necklace," came her muffled her reply.
"And?"
"And nothing, just my necklace."
"Fuck woman, what are you trying to do to me?" Ron groaned.
"I think that's pretty obvious." Damn right it's obvious! I'm right here you know!
Harry scrunched his eyes closed tightly and tried to drown out the moans and rustling of bedclothes coming from across the room, yet he could still see them in his mind's eye. Try as he might, Harry could not block the image of Ron and Hermione together. Even without his eyes open, he could 'see' the way they were devouring each other. He could sense that intoxicating combination of love and lust that was rolling off them in waves. He 'saw' the tenderness and unrestrained passion between them as Ron's large freckled hands caressed her face gently while he pressed his hard body firmly against her soft one. Enough!
Finally Harry heard Ron speak while panting heavily, "Hermione, wait... we have to stop."
"Hmmmm?" Hermione's voice sounded as if she were drugged.
"Harr - God, that's good - Harry's right here babe..." Who would have thought Ron the voice of reason? Harry opened his eyes just enough to see Hermione sit up and reach into her dressing gown pocket. He could not see her wand, but gathered from her movements that she had pulled it out.
"Well, I think I can take care of that concern," Hermione said confidently.
Looking back Harry would blame his casting of a nonverbal invisible shield around his bed on instinct gained in Auror training; he really didn't have an excuse for the one he placed around Ron's bed as well. Both moves effectively negated the Muffliato and other concealment charms Hermione cast, without her or Ron being any wiser.
Harry heard the clatter of Hermione's wand on Ron's bedside cabinet, just before she announced, "Now that that's taken care of, I do believe you have too many clothes on Mr. Weasley."
"Is that so? What about you Miss Granger?"
"I think we've already established that I'm not wearing any clothes, but if you'd like I can get rid of this pesky dressing gown."
"Please do," Ron replied his voice now gravelly with lust rather than sleep. Shit! I do not need this, not after everything that's happened with Ginny! Why am I doing this again? What the hell is wrong with me? I don't want to see; yet why can't I stop watching?
"You first." Hermione sat up tall over Ron's prone form and tugged him up to a seated position so she could pull off his shirt. Once she tossed it aside, she pushed Ron back on the bed, crawled down his body, and slowly slid his bottoms off before throwing them away as well. Harry squinted hard and could just make out the sight of Ron's erection pulsing in anticipation from across the room, as Hermione sat straddling his calves, rubbing her hands up and down Ron's thighs. Harry noted his glasses were perched on his bedside cabinet, a silent Accio and he could see everything more clearly. No. Really, I shouldn't. Then again, maybe I could learn... maybe Ginny wouldn't...
"Mmmm," she hummed in appreciation, "You look wonderful." Harry didn't need his glasses to know Ron was blushing furiously. "Why are you embarrassed?"
Poor sod never could take a compliment.
"You know I think you look," Hermione leaned forward to place her mouth on Ron's abdomen, "delicious." Ron let out a groan that sounded like an odd combination of pain and pleasure. What did she do to him?
Hermione scooted further up Ron's body, rubbing her hands over his torso with her lips following in their wake. Ron groaned, "Marking your territory?"
"Mm-hmm... so tasty," Hermione responded.
Ron let out a small sound of protest when Hermione buried her face into his neck. "Ow, careful there, luv!" He chuckled as she moved back down his body, "With your fondness for biting, sure you wouldn't prefer a vampire?"
"No thanks, I definitely prefer wizards," Hermione took his erection in hand and said as she stroked him, "it's the wands you see, dead useful." With that, it appeared to Harry as if she sat directly over Ron's cock, though he knew Ron wasn't inside her based on his desperate pleas.
"Dammit Hermione... I have to... let me, please..." Ron grabbed Hermione's hips and tried to lift her up so he could penetrate her, but she was obviously in the mood to play. She's a right tease, Harry thought with a bit of sympathy for his best mate.
"Patience Ron," Hermione admonished. "Put your arms up by the headboard for me." Ron complied with a moan of anticipation. Ron obviously knew what was coming next and even if Harry didn't, he had his suspicions.
Hermione reached for her wand and waiving it silently, she conjured ropes to bind Ron's wrists to the metal rungs at the head of his bed. Harry couldn't help but smile, Kinky! Wonder what spell she used? Maybe I'll just take a peek... Harry silently summoned his glasses without alerting Ron or Hermione to his actions. He stealthily pushed them onto his face and turned to watch his best friends come much clearer into focus.
Ron pulled on his bindings and laughed. "You know I could break these if I wanted to," he observed. Hermione tossed her wand aside again, "Yes, but I also know you don't want to..." She reached for the tie of her dressing gown and the silky material floated slowly off her body. Harry was only able to see her elegant bare back from the angle of his bed. "At least not yet anyway," she amended.
Hermione began to slowly and sensuously rock her hips over Ron's body, still without taking him inside. "Your body feels so good Ron," she moaned. "Oh, how I miss you."
"Me too, luv, me too," Ron moaned in response.
"When I'm all alone in my room at night it's the worst," she continued as her undulations increased in tempo, "I can't help but think of you." She reached up and cupped her breasts, "I imagine your hands on me, your mouth all over my body. I remember what it's like to have you loving me, filling me." Ron let out a deep groan as he watched Hermione reach down to touch herself while rubbing along his length even faster.
"Please, babe..." he practically begged. Show him some mercy already, Hermione.
"Nothing I do to myself feels as good as you," Hermione spoke as if in a trance, ignoring Ron's pleading. She masturbates? No fucking way! "Even with my transfiguration skills, I can't find anything that fills me like you do." She shuddered gently as she threw back her head and moaned Ron's name.
That last image was too much for Ron to take; he let out a feral growl and pulled his hands free of the bindings. He grabbed Hermione's hips, lifted her up and slammed her body down on his erection, causing them both cry out in relief. "You shouldn't tease a bloke like that Hermione," Ron warned just before smacked her soundly on the arse. Did he just spank her? Hermione made a combination squeak and moan in response. Did she like it?
"Only a tease..." she panted as she began to ride him furiously, "if I don't...follow through." Hermione leaned forward to meet Ron in a searing kiss, while he smacked her arse a couple more times. The moonlight streaming in through the window over Ron's bed illuminated the room enough for Harry to see the bright red marks Ron's hands made on Hermione's bum. Damn his hands are huge!
Hermione arched her back as she pulled away from the kiss, moaning in appreciation at the pace Ron was setting as he gripped her ass and guided her along his shaft. "Fuck! I love your arse Hermione, so round... so firm," he groaned as he dug his hands into her flesh.
"Love your tits in my face," Ron declared before lifted his head and greedily captured the nipple dangling above him. Hermione almost sobbed with excitement as she replied, "And I love your cock in my pussy." Oh, she definitely knows how to get to him. Her brazen response earned her another slap on her bottom. As Ron switched his attention on her other breast, he murmured "Saucy wench," causing Hermione to giggle.
When Ron released her breast, Hermione sat up tall and resumed her frenetic pace over him. "Like my cock, do you luv?" he asked as he bent his legs and thrust roughly up into her. By this time Hermione was too far-gone to respond with anything but a whimper. "Feel good does it?" When Hermione only nodded, Ron commanded, "Answer me Hermione. Do you like it, does it feel good?"
Hermione threw her head back and shouted, "Yes! Oh God, yes Ron! Love it... love you!" Good thing she sealed the room, no way Mrs. Weasley could miss that shriek! Ron stopped his thrusts as he let Hermione rock her hips over his as she rode out her orgasm, drawing Ron's name out into at least 5 syllables. Once her pace slowed, Ron sat up and wrapped himself around her. She looks so tiny in his arms. Ron's hands slowly drew circles on Hermione's back as she recovered. "You okay, Hermione?" he whispered tenderly.
"Yeah..." she sighed.
"Good." Ron's voice was suddenly much firmer, "It's my turn now."
"Wha-" Ron surged forward before Hermione could finish her question. His motion caused Hermione to fall back on the bed, affording Harry his first real look at her breasts as the bounced from the impact. Whoa, her tits are much bigger than I imagined... not that I've been imaging Hermione's tits... but, wow, definitely bigger than Ginny's. Though I think I prefer the freckles and Gin's nipples are much pinker, like Ron's...
By now Harry was so turned on he was frantically frotting his bed, rubbing his erection into the mattress. He shifted his eyes from the naked brunette lying at the foot of Ron's bed to his naked best mate. Ron was up on his knees, his large hands grasping Hermione's thighs as he prepared to enter her. Harry's eyes grew wide at the sight of Ron's engorged penis, glistening with Hermione's juices. Fuck! Look at him, he looks so... fierce.
"God, I love you Hermione." Ron's gentle words contrasted with his intense gaze. Ron reached under Hermione and lifted her bum as he thrust into her. Ron immediately began to pound into Hermione, almost savagely. His grasp on her arse was so firm that he pulled her body up so that only her shoulders and head remained on the bed, leaving Hermione to thrash her head and whimper with need. "I love how your tits bounce when I fuck you like this." Rather that scold him as Harry would have sworn she would, Hermione just nodded fervently, "Mmmm... So good."
"Touch 'em for me Hermione, squeeze those perfect tits for me." Ron growled with approval when she complied with his instructions. "Remember when I fucked your tits Hermione, when I came all over 'em?" This time it was Harry's turn to whimper as he sped up his motions into his bed, luckily Ron and Hermione were too busy to notice. Harry closed his eyes for a brief moment and allowed himself to imagine the sight of Ron's large cock sliding between Hermione's breasts, covering her chest with his spunk. Oh God, what a sight that would be. Ron's voice brought Harry back to the reality of the moment. "Damn, that was good... nothing like your tight pussy though." Ron threw his head back and moaned, "There's nothing like the feel of being inside you... nothing."
"Oh God, Ron," Hermione moaned.
"You close, luv?" Ron shifted so more of her body rested on the bed, moving one arm from under her arse. He brought his thumb to mouth and wet it before rubbing it furiously over her clit. Wet your fingers, that makes sense... I'll have to remember that. Look at him... where did that insecure bloke go? Must be what love does to you, don't think it's just the sex. Shit... this is so hot... I'm so close...
"Hermione!" Ron grunted, just as Hermione let out a keening wail. Neither one was aware of the fact that Harry joined them in release at the same moment, the three of them finding bliss simultaneously. Ron collapsed forward, blanketing Hermione's small frame with his own, his breathing labored. Ron eventually raised himself on his elbows and, brushing the hair from Hermione, he smiled, "That was fucking brilliant."
Harry lay face down on his bed, chilled by the dampness he was laying in, waiting for Hermione to scold Ron for his language now that the sex was over. She didn't disappoint.
"Honestly Ron," she said with a sigh. "I suppose you're right... it was rather amazing."
"What was that, like three times? A personal best I think," Ron noted with no small amount of pride.
"Actually more like two and a half... the first was just a small one," Hermione corrected. Ron laughed in response, "Well then, guess I'll have to keep trying."
"Not tonight, I don't know if I'll be able to walk tomorrow," Hermione acknowledged with a laugh of her own.
"Stay the night. Please?" Ron's voice was so soft and tender Harry could barely hear him.
"Of course," Hermione said as she placed her hand lovingly on Ron's cheek and he turned his face to gently kiss her wrist. It was the moments like this that Harry felt the most ashamed of witnessing. The sex was intense and hot... but he somehow felt removed from it; he could distance his mind from it and just let himself have a visceral reaction. The tender touches and soft voices were much more intimate, the tiny moments of their love evoked much more guilt in him.
"Don't forget to set-"
"The alarm. I got it, Hermione," Ron interrupted. "I did manage to wake us up everyday during break so I could Apparate back from your house with no one the wiser, you know."
Really? He's been going over to the Grangers' house every night? I never even noticed... that explains why he's seemed so tired lately.
Ron sat up, grabbed his wand from under his pillow, and set his alarm.
"Sorry about the marks, Ron," Hermione said, indicating the red bite marks on his torso as she crawled up to the head on the bed to burrow under Ron's covers. "Do you want me to heal them for you?"
"Nah 'M okay. I like your possessive streak, don't mind you marking me as your own. In fact," he pulled her closer against him, "you can tattoo 'Property of Hermione Granger' across my sorry freckled arse if you want."
"As tempting as that offer is, if someone already has your delicious naked arse in their sights, I doubt any sort of proprietary statement will distract them."
"Well, fear not my love, you're the only getting a look at my naked arse," he chuckled loudly. "Oh, and Harry of course."
Bloody buggering fuck! Did he see me checking out-
"Harry sees your arse regularly does he?" Hermione teased.
"His locker is next to mine you know and we have been mates for quite awhile. We've caught a few glimpses of each other's pasty bums over the years, but there's no need to get jealous Hermione." Right... no need at all.
"Hmpf," she huffed in mock indignation at his teasing, before he captured her lips for a passionate kiss.
Releasing her mouth, he raised his wand, "Want me to clean you up a bit?"
"No," she said coyly, "I like having your mark on me too."
Ron smiled lovingly at her before he raised his wand again, swirling it around his bed while muttering, "Finite Incantatem."
"Why'd you do that?" Hermione asked
"So I can find you when I come back to bed," Ron explained as he jumped up. "Can't have my girlfriend concealed from me, can I?" He walked over towards Harry's bed and bent over to pick up his discarded shirt before tossing it to Hermione, "Here luv, you can wear this." He then found his pants and pulled them up before looking closely at Harry's face. Shit! Okay, deep breathes... you're asleep, can't let him know. I fooled Voldemort, I can fool Ron... I hope.
"Poor bugger, must have fallen asleep with your glasses on again," Ron whispered before reaching out and gently removing the frames from Harry's face and placing them quietly back on the bedside table.
"How is he?" Harry heard Hermione ask as Ron crawled into bed.
"He's... okay, I guess. It's been hard on him."
"That was some row he and Ginny had tonight. I hope they're all right."
"Don't worry Hermione, I'm sure they will be... once Harry gets his head out of his arse over this whole Harpies business."
Oi! Some best mate you are!
"He really was upset. What do you think his problem is? I mean, Ginny has worked really hard. He should be happy for her..."
"He is, luv. He's just..."
"Jealous?"
"Nah, more like... lonely, I think. He's been waiting for this year to be over and now Ginny's making plans to move away, making plans without him." Wow, this new emotionally mature Ron is kinda scary.
Unlike Harry, Hermione seemed to appreciate Ron's emotional growth, as she murmured something that sounded like 'more than a teaspoon' before Harry heard the unmistakable sounds of kissing.
After a few moments, the couple pulled apart and snuggled together. "Speaking of plans... any new thoughts on the offers you've received?"
"Well, the Department of Mysteries is intriguing and I like the idea of working for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures... but I'm not sure. I really have to wait for my N.E.W.T.s before I can consider any offers, since they may rescind-"
"No one is going to rescind anything, you lunatic." Hermione slapped him playfully before he continued, "I don't know about the Department of Mysteries though, you could never talk to me about your day."
"Oh, I suppose you've rather have me talk about the plight of the House Elves and Goblins all the time instead."
"Good point, Department of Mysteries it is then... Ouch, woman! Stop hitting me!" Ron retaliated with a serious tickle attack, as Hermione began giggling uncontrollably and thrashing about, crying, "Enough, enough... I'm sorry."
Ron relented, "As long as you're sorry." They rearranged themselves under the covers again before Ron said, his voice uncharacteristically serious, "I just want you to be happy Hermione, that's all that matters."
"Thank you, Ron. I love you... you make me happy."
"Me too," Ron replied sleepily as a large yawn escaped his mouth.
The room became quiet as the three occupants began to drift off to sleep, Harry managing to sneak a cleansing charm so he could rest more comfortably. Ron's deep voice, suddenly filled the silence.
"Hermione?"
"Hmmmm?"
"What you said before, about that transfiguration stuff... did you mean it? Have you really..."
"No Ron, I haven't."
"Oh," he said, sounding more than a bit disappointed. "Because I heard they make things like that... that some girls use..." Reading the adverts in the back of your PlayWizard, mate?
"Nothing could compare to the real thing, so why bother."
"Oh, okay." Ron seemed pleased by her response.
"Although..." Hermione's voice trailed off.
"What? Tell me." What? Tell him!
"Sometimes, I... I mean I make my wand..." She took a deep breath and forged ahead, "Sometimes I make my wand vibrate and touch myself, down there."
"Sweet Merlin!" Ron groaned.
Fuck, that's hot! I wonder if she's taught Ginny that spell... Harry's mind began to wander to the thought of Ginny touching herself with her wand vibrating between her legs. I've never seen Ginny's fanny, only touched her under her knickers, wonder if her pubes are the same colour as Ron's... his look much softer... Stop thinking of Ron's pubes you sick fuck!
"You sure you aren't interested in another go?"
"Ron, I can't! Seriously, we need to sleep. I'm sorry I brought it up."
"Don't be sorry." Ha! If I know Ron, he's saving that image in his wank bank... I know I am. Only with Ginny in mind, not Hermione... and definitely not Ron... no, definitely not.
Silence filled the room again, until...
"Hermione?"
"What now Ron?" she asked obviously exasperated.
"I was just wondering, if maybe you could, uh... show me that wand thing sometime?"
"Um...okay, but not tonight."
"Maybe New Year's? I was thinking we could go out, the four of us - you, me, Harry and Ginny, and then you and I could spend the night at Grimmauld Place together. It's almost ready... Harry thinks we can move soon after the first of the year."
"That sounds lovely Ron. You think they'll be okay by then?"
"Absolutely, no doubt. Ginny just needs to get out from under everybody's shadow... do her own thing, find her own way. Harry will come around eventually. He doesn't realize it, but he casts a pretty big shadow, especially now."
"I know Ron, I know. Shhh... get some rest my love."
Does he still feel that way? Does he resent me? He seems to think Ginny does... I should talk to her; I should work this out...
"I love you Hermione, I'm so lucky to have you," Ron whispered in the dark.
"I'm the lucky one Ron. I love you too."
I want what they have... I need what they have. Yeah, I'll talk to her tomorrow... Harry drifted off to a fitful sleep, as his best friends slumbered peacefully in each other's arms.
The first part of the Fourth Time can be found HERE