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If she bent forward just a bit more, he was certain he’d see her knickers. As it was, he had spent the majority of class staring at the tan skin visible between the edge of her skirt and her pristine white knee socks. Harry continued staring hungrily at his best friend, and said a mental thank you to Snape for having them brew a potion that caused enough heat to warrant the removal of their robes.

He was being discreet, of course. He had perfected the subtle ogle during the past several months as it would not be good at all if Ron happened to discover his recently realized lust for the feminine member of their trio. It hadn’t been intentional. She’d always just been Hermione, his best friend, the bossy know-it-all who made sure he did his homework and helped keep him out of trouble whenever possible. Cute, certainly, but she was annoying, prissy, had a mess of curls that sometimes resembled a bird’s nest that was in the large tree outside the Dursley’s every year, and he thought of her as a sister.

Now, however, his thoughts were far from brotherly. It had literally taken walking in on her and Ron shagging for him to realize how bloody sexy and attractive she had become. She was right fit beneath her robes, possessing great breasts that were full and perky, neither too small nor too large, if there was such a thing as breasts that were too big. She also had a great arse, firm and entirely too bitable. Cursing under his breath, he shifted to conceal the erection that had been present since she had removed her robe and begun working with Neville.

“You all right, mate?”

“Hmm?” Harry reluctantly tore his gaze away from delectable arse in front of him to look at Ron. He should feel ashamed for ogling his best friend’s girl, but he didn’t care. Ron had the chance to shag her whenever he wanted so it was only fair that he could at least leer and have dirty fantasies about Hermione. However, that ridiculous logic did not make him feel less guilty for wishing he could tell Ron that he wanted nothing more than to shag his girlfriend into the ground until they were so spent neither could move for days.

“You were speaking in parseltongue, Harry,” Ron explained, a curious expression entering his blue eyes. “What were you saying?”

“I was?” He shrugged. “Just cursing Snape for giving us this assignment. It’s hot as Hades in here.”

“You’re telling me.” Ron laughed as he nudged his best friend. Leaning closer, he whispered, “She’s got a great arse, doesn’t she?”

“What?” Harry squeaked when he heard Ron’s knowing tone in his ear. He was startled by the warm breath on his neck, and his hand knocked the cauldron over as he jumped up. “Bloody hell.”

“Really, Harry! We’re in class. Do refrain from that vulgar talk,” Hermione snapped as she turned to face them and her gaze quickly surveyed the mess he had made. With a flick and swish of her wand and a few words, the cauldron was upright and the spilled potion was cleaned up. Giving Ron and Harry a look of annoyance when they simply stared at her, she muttered, “Boys!” before turning back to her potion.

“I get so hard when she gets bossy. Do ya know she does that when we’re shagging?” Ron spoke quietly once Snape had finished berating them for ruining their potion. He began to brew another batch, his actions not at all betraying the subject matter which he was discussing in whispers. “She’ll be riding me and stop in the middle, telling me in that prissy little voice of hers, ‘Ron, the angle is all wrong. Move your hips that way so you go deeper’ and it’s all I can do not to come.”

“Stop it,” Harry hissed, his legs moving together as his cock stirred even more from the visual Ron was providing.

“She tastes like nothing you can even imagine. Sweet, salty, and addictive. I’d choose licking her wet cunt over chocolate frogs or pudding any day. She’s so responsive, Harry. She gets so wet. I bet I could wink at her and blow her a kiss right now and her knickers would be soaked by the time class is over.” Ron smiled, doing just that when she turned to glance at them. He winked and Hermione’s eyes narrowed, but Harry could see her cheeks flush slightly before she turned around again, shifting against her stool.

“Ron, mate, please shut up. I don’t want to hear this.”

“Yes you do.” Ron looked at him then and Harry was surprised not to see anger or jealousy, two emotions all too common with the redhead. Instead, Ron seemed serious and perhaps a bit aroused. “You’ve been watching her for months, Harry. Do you think we’re blind? She likes it, finds it exciting to know you fancy shagging her. Haven’t you noticed the way she’s touching you lately? The fact that her skirts are getting shorter and her shirts tighter hasn’t escaped your notice because I heard you wanking the other night after she left our room and your eyes followed her cute arse all the way out the door. You’re many things, mate, but you are not very good at hiding things, especially from your two best friends.”

“Fuck,” Harry whispered, his fingers moving through his unruly black hair. “I understand if you both hate me, if you no longer want me around.”

“You’re also not very bright.” Ron shook his head, lowering his voice even more as he told Harry, “Never know it to look at her, but she’s a right kinky little minx. During patrols, she’ll grab me and push me against the wall, kneeling and sucking my cock before I even have a chance to say hello. She tied me up a few times, likes to spank my bum and make me beg for her. She’s let me tie her up some too, but, even then, she was telling me what to do, where to touch her. We want you to join us, Harry.”

“What?” Harry again squeaked as he moved away from Ron. Green eyes were wide behind his spectacles. He must be hearing things. Yes, that was the only explanation. Before he could say anything, Snape told them to clean up their work space and put their finished potion on his desk before leaving. Since Potions was the last class of the day, he hurriedly bottled what little potion they’d made after his accident and hurried away from Ron and his seductive stories about Hermione.

With a destination in mind, Harry walked as quickly as possible, thankful that his robe was now back on to conceal the erection that pressed against his trousers. As soon as he entered his dorm, he checked to make sure no one else was back from class before casting a locking and muffling charm. His robe was on the floor in no time, soon followed by his tie and shirt. He had just unfastened his trousers when the door opened. Turning around, he blushed bright red when he saw Hermione and Ron standing there. His cock pulsed as he saw the look in Hermione’s eyes and he whimpered as she moved towards him with a decidedly wicked smile on her lips.

“Why did you run away, Harry?” Hermione asked as she began to remove her robe. Her eyes pinned him in place, causing him to feel exactly like prey must and he realized something. Bloody hell, she was hunting him.

“I-I didn’t,” he stammered, cringing at the crack in his voice. He had no idea how to react in this sort of situation. Give him Voldemort to defeat any day! Standing half naked in his dorm with his cock hanging out of his pants, his best friend leaning against the door watching, and his best friend’s girl stalking him with a lusty gleam in her pretty brown eyes had him at a complete loss.

“I think he’s scared, Hermione,” Ron declared in amusement as he, too, began to walk to where Harry was standing.

“Are you scared of us?” Hermione arched a brow, studying him curiously. “You do know we’d never hurt you. We love you, Harry.”

“I’m not scared!” Harry denied even as his body shuddered when her fingers traced the curve of his cheek. When he felt long fingers suddenly grip his cock, he bucked forward and moaned lowly at the sensation. Dismayed, he looked down to see Ron’s hand stroking him. “What are you doing, Ron? I’m not, I mean, I don’t fancy men.”

“Me either.” Ron grinned playfully, “But I do fancy you. Haven’t you ever thought about it, Harry? I know you’ve looked at me during showers after matches and I don’t recall your cock minding the idea of a naked bloke.”

“You were watching me shower?” Harry glared. “That’s just, damn it, Ron, you shouldn’t do that!”

“You were watching him, Harry,” Hermione reminded sharply. Harry gasped when her hand slapped against his arse. “He has a great cock. It’s not as thick as yours but it’s long and will fill your arse so well.”

“I’m not letting him do that to me, Hermione,” Harry protested even as his eyes rolled slightly when a wet mouth enveloped the head of his cock.

“You will and you’ll like it,” Hermione said matter-of-factly. “It’s either both of us or neither of us, Harry. You can decide, but you can’t have one or the other. We want you to join us because we love you and find you attractive, but we can walk away right now and a simple obliviate will make sure you never remember any of this.”

“No, don’t leave,” Harry spoke quickly. His eyes caught hers and he realized that Ron was right. Hermione was a wicked little minx who wanted to see her boyfriend shag their best friend. She also wanted him; her gaze moving over his now naked form in a way that could only be described as lusty. Ron was right about him looking when they showered, though he preferred women’s soft curves to men’s sharp angles. “Undress for me, Hermione.” He blushed as he stammered, “I want to see how wet you are right now.”

Hermione inhaled sharply at his words, her cheeks flushing with arousal as she licked her lips. She took her time as she unbuttoned her shirt, teasing him as her hand moved to Ron’s head. She curled red hair around her fingers as she asked, “How does he taste, Ron?”

“Try him,” Ron suggested as he stood and kissed her deeply, his tongue sharing the taste of Harry’s pre-cum. She sucked his tongue as her hand moved into his pants to squeeze his cock. Harry honestly thought he might come just from watching them.

His hand found his wet cock and he began to stroke it slowly as he watched Ron finish undressing Hermione. When her breasts were bared, he couldn’t resist reaching over to touch. She broke her kiss with Ron and her lips moved against his. Two hands moved over his cock and knocked his out of the way. Ron started to lick his neck, sucking and nibbling. Harry cried out when the redhead bit down and Hermione’s hand moved along the curve of his arse and squeezed.

When he felt a wet finger move along the crack of his arse, he tensed for a moment before relaxing. Ron slowly slid it inside him before he moved to kneel behind him and placed soft kisses along the pale cheeks of Harry‘s arse. When his tongue replaced his finger, Harry was unable to keep from pressing back against his best friend’s face. Hermione’s lips left his and his hand left her breasts, where he had been squeezing and playing with the two objects that had tempted him for months. He tangled his hands in her thick curly hair. It was no longer a bird’s nest. Instead, he found it incredibly sexy and wanton, just like her.

When she bit his neck, his head fell back and he stared at the ceiling. He heard the moans, groans, and whimpers that filled the room and knew he was the cause. Her mouth moved down his chest, her teeth nibbled at his nipples, her tongue licked them, before she continued lower. By the time she kissed the trail of black curls on his lower abdomen, he was making incoherent pleas for them to touch him, taste him, fuck him. The words were coming easier, often spoken in his mind but rarely uttered in another’s presence. He stilled blushed when he said fuck, but Hermione moaned each time she heard it so that made it easier to overcome his shyness. He was barely able to stand, his knees weak as Ron fucked his arse with his tongue and fingers, and Hermione finally took his cock into her mouth.

Remembering what Ron had said during Potions, Harry pushed Hermione back. Catching her eyes, he huskily demanded, “I want to taste you.”

She offered no protest and laid on the floor with her robe beneath her. She spread her legs wide for him, and he smiled when their eyes met and she blushed. She wasn‘t as blasé about this as she wanted to act, though Ron seemed to be adapting very well. Her cunt was glistening, completely soaked, and his cock throbbed happily when he noticed that she was still wearing her knee socks. “Ron, mate, I’m going to fuck your girl now.”

“M’kay,” was all Ron said before going back to licking Harry’s arse. He made a sound of annoyance when Harry moved forward to kneel on the floor, but seemed to get over it quickly when he saw the new position his friend moved into. Harry took off his glasses and tossed them to the floor before he buried his face between Hermione’s legs.

“Oh Harry, yes,” Hermione moaned as he eagerly lapped at her cunt. He licked her with enthusiasm even if he wasn‘t quite sure what he was doing. His tongue delved as deep as possible and he bumped his nose against her clit in a way that made her gasp, which must be good. Ron’s tongue left his arse and she looked above Harry’s head to give Ron a lusty smile. “Having fun, love?”

“You were right, as always.” Ron said with obvious amusement. “He does make a great addition to our relationship, and I really don’t mind that he’s a bloke because he’s just our Harry.”

“You taste so good, Hermione” Harry muttered as he looked up, his face covered with her juices. He gave them a crooked smile as he moved forward and brushed his cock along her wet cunt. “May I?”

“Yes,” Hermione said softly. She barely finished the word before Harry moved up her body and thrust into her. Her lips met his and he shared her taste with her. Her hands drifted over his back, scratching and clawing him as he fucked her with hard, deep strokes. He paused suddenly and moaned into her mouth when he felt the head of Ron’s cock slowly start to penetrate his arse.

“Relax, mate,” Ron urged and Harry turned his head to see Ron biting his lip as he finally got the head of his cock into him. “It burns a bit at first, but it gets better. She used something on me before, this Muggle toy, and it hurt like fuck until I got used to it, then it felt good. You’re so tight, Harry. Nearly as tight as Hermione was the first time I took her like this.”

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Hermione asked softly with a knowing gleam in her eyes. “You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you, Harry?”

“For so long, Hermione,” he admitted before moving his mouth against her neck. His hand caressed her breasts as he used his other to support the weight of him and Ron. The redhead began to move inside him and touched something that he’d never knew existed. Hands on his hips gripped tightly and controlled the thrusts he made into Hermione. Soon, the three of them set a rhythm and moved together. It was awkward and hurt a little but Ron was right. It started to feel good. Too good.

Harry came first. It was just too much. He wanted to last longer, but Hermione’s was so tight and wet around his cock and Ron was buried deep in his arse and he just couldn’t keep control any longer. He whimpered as he came, his face against Hermione’s neck as her muscles milked his release. When he could breath again, he kissed his way down her body to suck her breasts.

Ron came soon after. He pulled out of Harry‘s are and stroked his cock. Harry heard him come with a low grunt as his seed spilled onto Harry’s back and arse. Ron laid on the floor beside them and Harry thought he looked exhausted, sweaty, and sated. Ron watched him and Hermione as he rested his head on his palm.

Harry continued to move inside her and his hand moved between them to find her clit and twist. She moaned softly beneath him and made noises he already loved. Her lips were swollen from his and Ron’s kisses and he had to kiss her again. Her body suddenly arched off the floor as she came. He released her mouth and she cried out softly as their eyes met. God, she was beautiful when she came.

“You okay?” he asked softly when she stopped shuddering. His hands brushed a lock of curly hair away from her sweaty face before he gently caressed her cheek. He felt so tired, his arse hurt, his body ached, and he couldn’t remember ever feeling so content in his entire life.

“Wonderful.” A sated smile crossed her lips. She then gave them a look they knew all too well. He and Ron exchanged a grin before they looked back at their girl. In a prissy tone that caused both their cocks to stir a bit, she declared, “However, this floor is quite hard so we are moving this to the bed. I expect sufficient cuddling from both of you. And we’’ll all take a quick shower before dinner. Just a shower! No funny business to distract us because I will not be late. Oh, and, next time? I am going to be in the middle.”

The end.