"What do you mean?"
Hermione let out a frustrated sigh as she glared at The Boy Who Lived to Annoy Her. "Really, Harry," she said with a hint of impatience, "haven't you been listening to me at all?"
"Love, I think he stopped listening when he saw your gorgeous tits," Charlie offered helpfully, his hands moving over her breasts, raising and squeezing and seemingly offering them to her best friend.
"If you're not going to be helpful, just do something else with your mouth," she told her husband, her hand gesturing at Harry's rather prominent erection. "Why don't you suck Harry's cock while I try explaining this to him using smaller words?"
"Hmm...I think I can do that." Charlie grinned, kissing her once more before walking around her and flopping on the bed between Harry's legs. "Gonna suck you now, Harry. She gets a bit peeved if I don't listen, ya know? Bossy little swot, isn't she?"
"Guh," was the only sound Harry made, his wrists straining at some charm Hermione had casually tossed at him right before she'd removed all his clothes.
"Harry, darling." Hermione moved to the bed, sitting beside her best friend, her eyes unconsciously moving from his face to watch her husband licking and sucking and making the most wonderful noises as he sucked Harry's cock. Distracted from what she was going to tell Harry, she asked, "Does he taste good, baby?"
"Mmm," Charlie moaned around the hot flesh in his mouth, his hand reaching up to move between her legs, finding her wet and slick, his fingers pressing inside her easily.
"God," she moaned, trying to keep her mind clear so she could explain things to Harry. "Harry, we want you to join us. There. Is that simple enough for you to understand?"
"Huh?"
"Oh, good God! How on Earth did you ever defeat Voldemort?" she asked in frustration, glaring at him as best as she could with her husband's hand practically buried inside her cunt while he eagerly sucked her best friend.
Charlie raised his head, letting Harry's cock leave his mouth with a soft plop. "What my wife is trying to say, Harry, is that we're gonna fuck you so hard you can't move. And when you can move, we'll fuck you again. Yeah?"
"Oh!" Harry slowly grinned, giving Hermione a confused look. "Why didn't you just say so, Hermione? What was with all that joining and sharing and other multi-syllable shite?"
"Harry, if you don't have anything useful to say," she said as she straddled his face, facing her husband as a wicked smile crossed her lips, "put your mouth to better use."