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Your love is like a burning fire - H/R/Hr - NC-17
Title : Your love is like a burning fire
Author :shocfix
Threesome : Harry/Ron/Hermione
Words : 3250
Rating : NC-17
Yes, I know, I am on a smut sabbatical.
But my son had a party to go to yesterday, and the house was just five minutes from Camden Market, and I bought a pretty necklace, and I bought denim jackets for me and my daughter, and I couldn’t keep spending money, so I ended up in a café by the side of the canal, listening to my ipod and writing Trio smut.
So it doesn’t count.
Androsina_alcona kept texting me the word ‘cock’ to encourage me, so it is her fault. And I haven’t had time to have her beta it, so hopefully she will review like she betas – ‘cos that is my favourite thing about writing a story.
Your love is like a burning fire
****
When they moved into their own flat, after school, after the war, Hermione sat them both down for a serious Talk.
They both looked incredibly shifty and ready to flee and she spared a moment to feel sorry for them.
“I really think that there is something we should talk about before we move in together.”
Ron swallowed nervously.
Harry wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“I know last year was awfully dangerous and stressful, and I really thought that it was for the best at the time; that keeping any sexual relationship a secret was a good idea.” She took a deep breath and smoothed her skirt, the boys’ eyes following her hands as they slid over her thighs. “Pease don’t be angry with me,” her eyes flickered between the two of them, “but I’ve been sleeping with both of you.”
Identical stunned expressions slammed onto both dear faces opposite her and Hermione braced herself for their reaction.
Harry and Ron turned to look at each other, their eyes communicating so much they found words unnecessary.
Ron raised his eyebrows.
Harry bit his lip.
Ron shrugged one shoulder.
Harry nodded.
They turned back to face a rather annoyed Hermione.
“We’d have let you have the biggest bedroom anyway, Hermione,” Harry said, reasonably.
“But you’ll have to take the double bed now, and then we can take it in turns to share it with you,” Ron added.
They both smirked at her.
“That’s it?”
Ron shrugged.
“Ron? I have been unfaithful to you.”
“Yeah, but with Harry.”
“And that’s OK? Are you insane?”
“Do you want me to be angry?”
“No, of course not!” Hermione huffed impatiently. “And Harry? You’re not angry with me?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?” Hermione looked seriously put out.
“You’re not going to admit a fling with Malfoy while debriefing him, are you?”
Hermione looked disgusted; Ron looked sick.
“No,” she said indignantly. “I’d never cheat on you and Ron!” she flushed and trailed off, uncertainly.
Ron sniggered.
Harry smiled. “Then it’s OK.”
“I cheated on you,” Hermione whispered.
“With Ron,” Harry pointed out.
“But why is that alright?”
Harry shrugged and turned to examine Ron with narrowed eyes; Ron blushed.
“Because it’s Ron,” Harry said helplessly.
Ron preened; Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Maybe you should try and seduce Fleur again, Ron,” she muttered. “See if Bill says, ‘It’s Ron’!”
Harry sniggered.
“Look,” said Ron, ignoring them, loftily. “We’re all OK about this, right? Hermione gets the big bedroom and we, well, I don’t know. Take it in turns? Toss for it? Arm wrestle? Does she choose one of us each evening?”
He turned to Harry with raised eyebrows.
Harry smirked. “Colour coded timetable, mate,” he said seriously.
Hermione rolled her eyes at them. “Honestly,” she muttered.
****
So, here they were, eight months later, happily sharing, and no one else was any the wiser.
Harry was training with the Cannons, Ron was working for the Department of Magical Games and Sports and Hermione was turning the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures on their heads.
Their unconventional arrangement was working well, once Harry and Ron had stopped making jokes about colour coordinated anything but lingerie.
When Harry was away with the Cannons, Ron shared her bed; when Harry was home, Ron slept in his own bed.
No one paraded around the flat naked, or snogged on the couch in the evenings. Outside the bedroom, the three of them were as firm friends as ever.
On Harry’s birthday they had all got rather drunk, and Ron had been adamant that Harry share her bed that night. So adamant that Hermione had snapped something about not being a birthday present and slammed and charmed the door against them.
By the time it was Hermione’s birthday, they were a little more used to the arrangement, but the boys had wisely let Hermione set the pace. Which she had done by falling asleep in the taxi on the way home from the Muggle restaurant, and Ron had carried her to her bed, and Harry had tucked her in.
Things had been working smoothly between them all by the time that Ron’s birthday came round, but that had been the occasion of their only awkward encounter.
A rather tipsy Hermione had been leading Ron to her bed when Harry leant round the doorway to kiss her goodnight. As he pecked her on the cheek, Hermione had grabbed a handful of his t-shirt and pulled him with them, without breaking her kiss with the birthday boy.
Harry had squawked, but she had tugged harder, and the three of them had collapsed together on her king size bed.
Of course Harry and Ron had seen each other naked before, they had shared a dorm and showers for seven years. But they had never seen each other like this, they had never touched each other like this. Not that anything happened between them, but while one was inside her and one sucking on her breasts, their bare shoulders were touching. Their hot, lust-filled glances kept crossing. Their hands straying across each other by accident while touching Hermione.
Suffice it to say, the next morning had been uncomfortable for more reasons than their hangovers.
And it hadn’t been mentioned since.
One evening in late March, Harry and Ron sat in the lounge together. Hermione was away in Manchester on a meeting for the Werewolf Support Services, and they were bored.
Which was a little disconcerting, as they had always managed perfectly with just their own company. Harry remembered how bored he had been without Ron in fourth year, how it just wasn’t fun to be with Hermione the whole time. But it seemed that there was a sort of fun that only Hermione could provide now, and sitting around in boxers and t-shirts, with empty bottles and feet on the coffee table, just wasn’t the same.
Ron was drumming a very irritating tune on the table with is wand and Harry was frowning at him. “You miss her,” he pointed out.
“Miss her? I don’t miss her. We can find something to do, Harry,” Ron pouted, but Harry had had enough.
And an idea.
He leapt to his feet and took a pinch of Floo powder from the bowl on the mantelpiece. Kneeling down on the hearth, he stuck his head in the fireplace and dropped the powder. As green flames burst around his head, he called “Room 34, Whalley Range Hotel.” He closed his eyes as his head span round and round through the Floo network, until he found himself feeling peering at Hermione, sitting on her bed in a blizzard of paperwork
“Hermione!” he called, as the flames leapt and tickled round his face.
“Harry!” she said, jumping to her feet and coming over to kneel in front of him. “Is anything wrong?”
His eyes ran appreciatively over her bare legs as she tucked her feet under her and pulled her Cannons t-shirt down over her knickers.
“No, not wrong, but Ron is bored and driving me mad.”
Hermione shook her head. “Can’t you even entertain yourself for four days?” she demanded.
“No,” Harry pouted. “But I had an idea.”
“Oh?” Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll tell Ron you want to speak to him - could you be naked on the hearth when he pops his head through?”
Hermione bit her lip to stop herself smiling. “And then?”
“And then let him go down on you.”
“Through the fire?”
“Yeah,” Harry smirked at her flushed face.
“Actually, that is kind of hot – no pun intended.” Hermione gave in and grinned at him, and, quickly shedding her t-shirt and knickers, took out the quill that was skewered through her piled up hair and let it tumble around her shoulders. “How do you want me?”
“Sit down,” Harry said, “and spread your legs, but don’t let your feet get in the fire, or Ron’ll see them.”
Hermione bit her lip and sat in front of him, parting her thighs and giving him quite an eyeful.
“Lovely,” Harry whispered hoarsely, leaning closer to press a kiss on her thigh. “I’ll get Ron.”
“Wait,” Hermione stopped him. “You can do something for me, too.”
“Anything,” Harry whispered, his eyes devouring the sight before him.
“Don’t just sit there and watch him,” Hermione ordered.
“Well, what could I do?” Harry asked, genuinely bewildered.
“Join in.”
“But you’re here.”
“Join in on your end. Touch him, Harry. Strip him, kiss him,” she licked her lips. “You watched me go down on him on his birthday.”
“Hermione!” Harry gasped. “But I’m not… we’re not.” He stuttered to a halt as she opened her legs wider. “Is that really what you want?”
“I want to be with the two of you together, not one at a time,” she whispered.
“Wow,” Harry muttered, his mind whirling. “Um, yes. Yes, I can do that.”
Hermione’s dazzling smile was reward enough, but Harry had a feeling things could only get more interesting from here. He blew her a kiss and sat up, sitting back from the flames and keeping his eyes shut until his head stopped spinning.
Ron was still on the couch, still looking bored. Harry hoped his flushed face could be blamed on the flames. “Hey,” he said, to get Ron’s attention. “Hermione wants to talk to you.” And he nodded towards the fireplace.
Ron grumbled to his feet. “Are you being a good boy, Ron,” he mimicked. “Have you washed the breakfast dishes yet?” He took a pinch of powder from the bowl Harry held out to him, not noticing how Harry’s hands were shaking, and knelt before the grate. He called out Hermione’s hotel room and closed his eyes as the flames shot up in his face.
He opened then to see a very naked Hermione sitting before him, legs spread, leaning back on her hands, giving him a perfect view.
He gasped and inhaled a lungful of flames and soot. “Hermione!” he coughed. “What are you doing?”
Hermione wriggled closer on her bottom and placed her feet in the fireplace. She smelt as good as she looked. “I’m lonely, Ron,” she whispered. “And I missed you.”
“Me?” Ron said to her clit, completely unable to take his eyes off it.
“You,” she whispered.
Ron grinned like a small child – or a Weasley – on Christmas morning and dipped his face, nuzzling her and breathing in deeply.
“Hmmmm,” he hummed against her and she sighed with pleasure, and then gasped as his tongue peeped out and slid between her folds.
“Ron,” she breathed.
He smiled and opened his mouth, plunging his tongue inside her and probing as deeply as he could. Hermione’s legs opened wider, giving him better access and he smiled against her. Lapping like a cat with a bowl of cream, Ron worked steadily closer to her clit, tipping his head to slide his tongue past it on alternate sides and making her squirm, until, just as he was about to close his mouth over it, he yelped.
****
Harry had sat beside Ron on the hearthrug, trying to judge his reaction to Hermione’s request. Then as Hermione’s feet appeared on either side of Ron’s head, and Ron shifted on his knees to adjust his position, Harry thought he must be getting turned on by his attempt at Floo sex.
Shuffling closer, he placed his hand on the small of Ron’s back and rubbed gently. Ron didn’t react, so he slid his hand lower, letting it glide over Ron’s arse. Ron jumped. Deciding that he should just keep going, because without being able to see Ron’s face, he would have to go on body language, he ran one hand down the back of Ron’s thigh and slipped the other inside the waistband of his boxers, easing them down his legs.
****
Ron yelped.
“What is it?” Hermione asked.
“H-Harry,” he gasped, wide-eyed. “Touching me.”
“Good,” Hermione purred. “Just let him do it, I want you to enjoy this, too.”
“Hermione!”
“Shush,” she said, running her fingers through her folds, holding herself open for him and he groaned and leant down again. Finally closing his mouth over her clit, he sucked gently, moaning as she thrust up into his mouth.
****
Harry drew on his Gryffindor courage, pushed Ron’s t-shirt up exposing his lower back and leant down to place a kiss on the base of his spine. Ron’s skin twitched. Harry tugged at the limp boxers and Ron obligingly lifted each knee so Harry could slip them off and Harry smiled.
Leaning his cheek on the curve of Ron’s back, Harry ran a hand down and up the backs of Ron’s thighs. Down and up. Down and Up. Deep breath. Down and up the front of Ron’s thighs, letting his thumbs run along Ron’s groin and brush against his balls.
Ron trembled under his hands.
Harry pressed a kiss on the swell of Ron’s arse and reached forward, stroking the length of Ron’s cock, which felt hot and heavy in his hand.
****
Ron whimpered as he reached one hand through the fire and slid two fingers inside Hermione, trying to keep a rhythm as he sucked her, while Harry’s fingers - Harry’s fingers - were exploring his cock.
Then Harry wrapped his hand tightly round Ron’s cock and started stroking him properly. Ron groaned, matching Harry’s rhythm with the fingers he was thrusting into Hermione.
The fire was crackling in his ears and his face was hot, and pressed between Hermione’s legs and the taste of her on his tongue was sweet and tart and he could feel every inch of his skin prickling as Harry ran his free hand over him and stroked harder.
****
Ron spread his knees and arched into Harry’s hand and Harry smiled again. Feeling bolder, he ran his free hand down Ron’s spine, trailed a finger down the crack of his arse and, reaching between Ron’s parted thighs, cupped and squeezed his balls gently, rolling them between his fingers.
Ron thrust hard into Harry’s hand, and Harry had to concentrate to keep his strokes in time with Ron’s erratic thrusts.
Bending lower, he kissed the dimple at the base of Ron’s spine, swirling his tongue in the indentation and then, as Ron pushed his arse up at him, let his tongue slide lower.
Releasing Ron’s sack, he trailed his hand up to meet his mouth, using his fingers to hold Ron’s cheeks apart as he spiralled his tongue closer to Ron’s hole.
Ron’s body jerked and twisted, trying to thrust onto Harry’s tongue and into his hand at the same time.
****
Ron’s eyes closed and he moaned around Hermione’s clit, sending vibrations through her. His fingers were still inside her, but had lost their rhythm, curling inside her as his mouth fell open and he gasped.
Hermione wished she could see what Harry was doing to him, because he was almost falling apart.
Reaching between her parted thighs, she slipped two fingers inside his mouth and stroked her clit gently. Ron’s eyes flickered open and he gazed up at her in awe as she stroked harder. His mouth closed hotly over them and he sucked on her fingers and her clit, running his tongue between them as she wanked in his mouth, his fingers twisting inside her.
****
Harry felt Ron’s body tensing and he stroked harder, running his fingers swiftly up and down the velvety skin on Ron’s shaft while he lapped at Ron’s arse.
Ron jerked his hips forward, fucking Harry’s hand with short thrusts as Harry’s tongue probed him. He opened his mouth wide, sucking on Hermione, feeling her tightening around his fingers.
Hermione threw back her head as her fingers danced, and then, as Ron slumped to the ground, his face pressed between her legs as he screamed their names, she ground against his face and collapsed, trembling.
****
Hermione wriggled back and pulled her hot feet out of the fire, frowning as they seemed to spin on her ankles. She tried to catch her breath, watching Ron fondly as he lay on his cheek in the fire.
Ron tried to gasp for breath, but gulped in flames and finally managed to raise his head and look at Hermione.
“Take care of him for me until I get back,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss him through the flame and tasting herself on his lips.
Harry sat back on his heels and watched Ron sprawled on his face in the fire. He idly adjusted his erection inside his boxers and rubbed his fingertips together, spreading the come that had spurted over his hand as Ron had come apart under his mouth.
He closed his eyes briefly, hoping that Ron would be OK about this.
When he opened them, Ron had sat up, eyes closed as the spinning subsided, face flushed by sex and the flames, spent cock lying on his thigh, half covered by his Cannons t-shirt.
Then his eyes opened and met Harry’s.
“Ron?” Harry asked, nervously.
“Harry,” Ron growled, crawling nearer.
“Um, Hermione wanted… that is I wanted…” Harry’s voice cracked embarrassingly.
Ron stopped before him and placed a large freckled hand on each of Harry’s thighs, thumbs running under the edge of Harry’s boxers. Then he leant forward and slid his mouth over Harry’s.
Harry gasped with relief and Ron’s tongue plunged into his mouth, tasting sweet, tasting of Hermione.
“Oh, fuck,” Harry muttered, letting himself be born backward onto the rug.
The heel of Ron’s hand pressed down on his erection and Harry arched up into his hand, whimpering.
“Oh, Harry,” Ron whispered, leaving Harry’s mouth to trail kisses down his neck. “So, hot.” Kiss. “Amazing.” Kiss. “The two of you.” Kiss. “Everywhere.” Kiss. “I love you both so much.”
Then Ron’s hands were tugging at Harry’s boxers and he lifted his hips to let Ron drag them off.
Ron parted Harry’s legs and lay between them, nipping at the skin on his inner thighs with sharp teeth, before kissing and nuzzling his way forward, until his face hovered over Harry’s straining erection, long red hair dropping around it like a tent before his mouth finally closed over it.
Harry moaned loudly and spread his legs wider, tangling his hands in Ron’s hair and bracing his feet on the floor, thrusting his hips upwards, trying to fuck the incredible, hot mouth bobbing up and down his shaft.
“Ron,” he gasped. “Wanna come.”
“Mmm hmmm,” hummed Ron, sucking hard and swallowing as the tip of Harry’s cock touched his throat.
“Gonna come, please,” Harry moaned, and he thrust harder, holding Ron’s head against him as he exploded and flooded his mouth.
Harry collapsed back on the floor, Ron kneeling with his forehead resting on Harry’s stomach, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Then he pressed a kiss to Harry’s hipbone, smiling as Harry jerked with an aftershock, and crawled up his body to pull him into his arms.
“Well,” he said, pushing Harry’s hair out of his face.
“Well,” Harry muttered, lying very still and not quite meeting Ron’s eye. “Was that… is that….”
“What I’ve wanted for the longest time,” Ron replied, grinning as Harry’s face lit up.
“Really?”
“Really. And just think of all the new things we can try now! I’ve never quite dared let my tongue slip like that when going down on Hermione.” He grinned.
“Me too,” Harry grinned back at him, blushing.
“She’s gonna love it!”
Title : Your love is like a burning fire
Author :
shocfixThreesome : Harry/Ron/Hermione
Words : 3250
Rating : NC-17
Yes, I know, I am on a smut sabbatical.
But my son had a party to go to yesterday, and the house was just five minutes from Camden Market, and I bought a pretty necklace, and I bought denim jackets for me and my daughter, and I couldn’t keep spending money, so I ended up in a café by the side of the canal, listening to my ipod and writing Trio smut.
So it doesn’t count.
And
rosina_alcona kept texting me the word ‘cock’ to encourage me, so it is her fault. And I haven’t had time to have her beta it, so hopefully she will review like she betas – ‘cos that is my favourite thing about writing a story.Your love is like a burning fire
****
When they moved into their own flat, after school, after the war, Hermione sat them both down for a serious Talk.
They both looked incredibly shifty and ready to flee and she spared a moment to feel sorry for them.
“I really think that there is something we should talk about before we move in together.”
Ron swallowed nervously.
Harry wouldn’t meet her eyes.
“I know last year was awfully dangerous and stressful, and I really thought that it was for the best at the time; that keeping any sexual relationship a secret was a good idea.” She took a deep breath and smoothed her skirt, the boys’ eyes following her hands as they slid over her thighs. “Pease don’t be angry with me,” her eyes flickered between the two of them, “but I’ve been sleeping with both of you.”
Identical stunned expressions slammed onto both dear faces opposite her and Hermione braced herself for their reaction.
Harry and Ron turned to look at each other, their eyes communicating so much they found words unnecessary.
Ron raised his eyebrows.
Harry bit his lip.
Ron shrugged one shoulder.
Harry nodded.
They turned back to face a rather annoyed Hermione.
“We’d have let you have the biggest bedroom anyway, Hermione,” Harry said, reasonably.
“But you’ll have to take the double bed now, and then we can take it in turns to share it with you,” Ron added.
They both smirked at her.
“That’s it?”
Ron shrugged.
“Ron? I have been unfaithful to you.”
“Yeah, but with Harry.”
“And that’s OK? Are you insane?”
“Do you want me to be angry?”
“No, of course not!” Hermione huffed impatiently. “And Harry? You’re not angry with me?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?” Hermione looked seriously put out.
“You’re not going to admit a fling with Malfoy while debriefing him, are you?”
Hermione looked disgusted; Ron looked sick.
“No,” she said indignantly. “I’d never cheat on you and Ron!” she flushed and trailed off, uncertainly.
Ron sniggered.
Harry smiled. “Then it’s OK.”
“I cheated on you,” Hermione whispered.
“With Ron,” Harry pointed out.
“But why is that alright?”
Harry shrugged and turned to examine Ron with narrowed eyes; Ron blushed.
“Because it’s Ron,” Harry said helplessly.
Ron preened; Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Maybe you should try and seduce Fleur again, Ron,” she muttered. “See if Bill says, ‘It’s Ron’!”
Harry sniggered.
“Look,” said Ron, ignoring them, loftily. “We’re all OK about this, right? Hermione gets the big bedroom and we, well, I don’t know. Take it in turns? Toss for it? Arm wrestle? Does she choose one of us each evening?”
He turned to Harry with raised eyebrows.
Harry smirked. “Colour coded timetable, mate,” he said seriously.
Hermione rolled her eyes at them. “Honestly,” she muttered.
****
So, here they were, eight months later, happily sharing, and no one else was any the wiser.
Harry was training with the Cannons, Ron was working for the Department of Magical Games and Sports and Hermione was turning the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures on their heads.
Their unconventional arrangement was working well, once Harry and Ron had stopped making jokes about colour coordinated anything but lingerie.
When Harry was away with the Cannons, Ron shared her bed; when Harry was home, Ron slept in his own bed.
No one paraded around the flat naked, or snogged on the couch in the evenings. Outside the bedroom, the three of them were as firm friends as ever.
On Harry’s birthday they had all got rather drunk, and Ron had been adamant that Harry share her bed that night. So adamant that Hermione had snapped something about not being a birthday present and slammed and charmed the door against them.
By the time it was Hermione’s birthday, they were a little more used to the arrangement, but the boys had wisely let Hermione set the pace. Which she had done by falling asleep in the taxi on the way home from the Muggle restaurant, and Ron had carried her to her bed, and Harry had tucked her in.
Things had been working smoothly between them all by the time that Ron’s birthday came round, but that had been the occasion of their only awkward encounter.
A rather tipsy Hermione had been leading Ron to her bed when Harry leant round the doorway to kiss her goodnight. As he pecked her on the cheek, Hermione had grabbed a handful of his t-shirt and pulled him with them, without breaking her kiss with the birthday boy.
Harry had squawked, but she had tugged harder, and the three of them had collapsed together on her king size bed.
Of course Harry and Ron had seen each other naked before, they had shared a dorm and showers for seven years. But they had never seen each other like this, they had never touched each other like this. Not that anything happened between them, but while one was inside her and one sucking on her breasts, their bare shoulders were touching. Their hot, lust-filled glances kept crossing. Their hands straying across each other by accident while touching Hermione.
Suffice it to say, the next morning had been uncomfortable for more reasons than their hangovers.
And it hadn’t been mentioned since.
One evening in late March, Harry and Ron sat in the lounge together. Hermione was away in Manchester on a meeting for the Werewolf Support Services, and they were bored.
Which was a little disconcerting, as they had always managed perfectly with just their own company. Harry remembered how bored he had been without Ron in fourth year, how it just wasn’t fun to be with Hermione the whole time. But it seemed that there was a sort of fun that only Hermione could provide now, and sitting around in boxers and t-shirts, with empty bottles and feet on the coffee table, just wasn’t the same.
Ron was drumming a very irritating tune on the table with is wand and Harry was frowning at him. “You miss her,” he pointed out.
“Miss her? I don’t miss her. We can find something to do, Harry,” Ron pouted, but Harry had had enough.
And an idea.
He leapt to his feet and took a pinch of Floo powder from the bowl on the mantelpiece. Kneeling down on the hearth, he stuck his head in the fireplace and dropped the powder. As green flames burst around his head, he called “Room 34, Whalley Range Hotel.” He closed his eyes as his head span round and round through the Floo network, until he found himself feeling peering at Hermione, sitting on her bed in a blizzard of paperwork
“Hermione!” he called, as the flames leapt and tickled round his face.
“Harry!” she said, jumping to her feet and coming over to kneel in front of him. “Is anything wrong?”
His eyes ran appreciatively over her bare legs as she tucked her feet under her and pulled her Cannons t-shirt down over her knickers.
“No, not wrong, but Ron is bored and driving me mad.”
Hermione shook her head. “Can’t you even entertain yourself for four days?” she demanded.
“No,” Harry pouted. “But I had an idea.”
“Oh?” Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll tell Ron you want to speak to him - could you be naked on the hearth when he pops his head through?”
Hermione bit her lip to stop herself smiling. “And then?”
“And then let him go down on you.”
“Through the fire?”
“Yeah,” Harry smirked at her flushed face.
“Actually, that is kind of hot – no pun intended.” Hermione gave in and grinned at him, and, quickly shedding her t-shirt and knickers, took out the quill that was skewered through her piled up hair and let it tumble around her shoulders. “How do you want me?”
“Sit down,” Harry said, “and spread your legs, but don’t let your feet get in the fire, or Ron’ll see them.”
Hermione bit her lip and sat in front of him, parting her thighs and giving him quite an eyeful.
“Lovely,” Harry whispered hoarsely, leaning closer to press a kiss on her thigh. “I’ll get Ron.”
“Wait,” Hermione stopped him. “You can do something for me, too.”
“Anything,” Harry whispered, his eyes devouring the sight before him.
“Don’t just sit there and watch him,” Hermione ordered.
“Well, what could I do?” Harry asked, genuinely bewildered.
“Join in.”
“But you’re here.”
“Join in on your end. Touch him, Harry. Strip him, kiss him,” she licked her lips. “You watched me go down on him on his birthday.”
“Hermione!” Harry gasped. “But I’m not… we’re not.” He stuttered to a halt as she opened her legs wider. “Is that really what you want?”
“I want to be with the two of you together, not one at a time,” she whispered.
“Wow,” Harry muttered, his mind whirling. “Um, yes. Yes, I can do that.”
Hermione’s dazzling smile was reward enough, but Harry had a feeling things could only get more interesting from here. He blew her a kiss and sat up, sitting back from the flames and keeping his eyes shut until his head stopped spinning.
Ron was still on the couch, still looking bored. Harry hoped his flushed face could be blamed on the flames. “Hey,” he said, to get Ron’s attention. “Hermione wants to talk to you.” And he nodded towards the fireplace.
Ron grumbled to his feet. “Are you being a good boy, Ron,” he mimicked. “Have you washed the breakfast dishes yet?” He took a pinch of powder from the bowl Harry held out to him, not noticing how Harry’s hands were shaking, and knelt before the grate. He called out Hermione’s hotel room and closed his eyes as the flames shot up in his face.
He opened then to see a very naked Hermione sitting before him, legs spread, leaning back on her hands, giving him a perfect view.
He gasped and inhaled a lungful of flames and soot. “Hermione!” he coughed. “What are you doing?”
Hermione wriggled closer on her bottom and placed her feet in the fireplace. She smelt as good as she looked. “I’m lonely, Ron,” she whispered. “And I missed you.”
“Me?” Ron said to her clit, completely unable to take his eyes off it.
“You,” she whispered.
Ron grinned like a small child – or a Weasley – on Christmas morning and dipped his face, nuzzling her and breathing in deeply.
“Hmmmm,” he hummed against her and she sighed with pleasure, and then gasped as his tongue peeped out and slid between her folds.
“Ron,” she breathed.
He smiled and opened his mouth, plunging his tongue inside her and probing as deeply as he could. Hermione’s legs opened wider, giving him better access and he smiled against her. Lapping like a cat with a bowl of cream, Ron worked steadily closer to her clit, tipping his head to slide his tongue past it on alternate sides and making her squirm, until, just as he was about to close his mouth over it, he yelped.
****
Harry had sat beside Ron on the hearthrug, trying to judge his reaction to Hermione’s request. Then as Hermione’s feet appeared on either side of Ron’s head, and Ron shifted on his knees to adjust his position, Harry thought he must be getting turned on by his attempt at Floo sex.
Shuffling closer, he placed his hand on the small of Ron’s back and rubbed gently. Ron didn’t react, so he slid his hand lower, letting it glide over Ron’s arse. Ron jumped. Deciding that he should just keep going, because without being able to see Ron’s face, he would have to go on body language, he ran one hand down the back of Ron’s thigh and slipped the other inside the waistband of his boxers, easing them down his legs.
****
Ron yelped.
“What is it?” Hermione asked.
“H-Harry,” he gasped, wide-eyed. “Touching me.”
“Good,” Hermione purred. “Just let him do it, I want you to enjoy this, too.”
“Hermione!”
“Shush,” she said, running her fingers through her folds, holding herself open for him and he groaned and leant down again. Finally closing his mouth over her clit, he sucked gently, moaning as she thrust up into his mouth.
****
Harry drew on his Gryffindor courage, pushed Ron’s t-shirt up exposing his lower back and leant down to place a kiss on the base of his spine. Ron’s skin twitched. Harry tugged at the limp boxers and Ron obligingly lifted each knee so Harry could slip them off and Harry smiled.
Leaning his cheek on the curve of Ron’s back, Harry ran a hand down and up the backs of Ron’s thighs. Down and up. Down and Up. Deep breath. Down and up the front of Ron’s thighs, letting his thumbs run along Ron’s groin and brush against his balls.
Ron trembled under his hands.
Harry pressed a kiss on the swell of Ron’s arse and reached forward, stroking the length of Ron’s cock, which felt hot and heavy in his hand.
****
Ron whimpered as he reached one hand through the fire and slid two fingers inside Hermione, trying to keep a rhythm as he sucked her, while Harry’s fingers - Harry’s fingers - were exploring his cock.
Then Harry wrapped his hand tightly round Ron’s cock and started stroking him properly. Ron groaned, matching Harry’s rhythm with the fingers he was thrusting into Hermione.
The fire was crackling in his ears and his face was hot, and pressed between Hermione’s legs and the taste of her on his tongue was sweet and tart and he could feel every inch of his skin prickling as Harry ran his free hand over him and stroked harder.
****
Ron spread his knees and arched into Harry’s hand and Harry smiled again. Feeling bolder, he ran his free hand down Ron’s spine, trailed a finger down the crack of his arse and, reaching between Ron’s parted thighs, cupped and squeezed his balls gently, rolling them between his fingers.
Ron thrust hard into Harry’s hand, and Harry had to concentrate to keep his strokes in time with Ron’s erratic thrusts.
Bending lower, he kissed the dimple at the base of Ron’s spine, swirling his tongue in the indentation and then, as Ron pushed his arse up at him, let his tongue slide lower.
Releasing Ron’s sack, he trailed his hand up to meet his mouth, using his fingers to hold Ron’s cheeks apart as he spiralled his tongue closer to Ron’s hole.
Ron’s body jerked and twisted, trying to thrust onto Harry’s tongue and into his hand at the same time.
****
Ron’s eyes closed and he moaned around Hermione’s clit, sending vibrations through her. His fingers were still inside her, but had lost their rhythm, curling inside her as his mouth fell open and he gasped.
Hermione wished she could see what Harry was doing to him, because he was almost falling apart.
Reaching between her parted thighs, she slipped two fingers inside his mouth and stroked her clit gently. Ron’s eyes flickered open and he gazed up at her in awe as she stroked harder. His mouth closed hotly over them and he sucked on her fingers and her clit, running his tongue between them as she wanked in his mouth, his fingers twisting inside her.
****
Harry felt Ron’s body tensing and he stroked harder, running his fingers swiftly up and down the velvety skin on Ron’s shaft while he lapped at Ron’s arse.
Ron jerked his hips forward, fucking Harry’s hand with short thrusts as Harry’s tongue probed him. He opened his mouth wide, sucking on Hermione, feeling her tightening around his fingers.
Hermione threw back her head as her fingers danced, and then, as Ron slumped to the ground, his face pressed between her legs as he screamed their names, she ground against his face and collapsed, trembling.
****
Hermione wriggled back and pulled her hot feet out of the fire, frowning as they seemed to spin on her ankles. She tried to catch her breath, watching Ron fondly as he lay on his cheek in the fire.
Ron tried to gasp for breath, but gulped in flames and finally managed to raise his head and look at Hermione.
“Take care of him for me until I get back,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss him through the flame and tasting herself on his lips.
Harry sat back on his heels and watched Ron sprawled on his face in the fire. He idly adjusted his erection inside his boxers and rubbed his fingertips together, spreading the come that had spurted over his hand as Ron had come apart under his mouth.
He closed his eyes briefly, hoping that Ron would be OK about this.
When he opened them, Ron had sat up, eyes closed as the spinning subsided, face flushed by sex and the flames, spent cock lying on his thigh, half covered by his Cannons t-shirt.
Then his eyes opened and met Harry’s.
“Ron?” Harry asked, nervously.
“Harry,” Ron growled, crawling nearer.
“Um, Hermione wanted… that is I wanted…” Harry’s voice cracked embarrassingly.
Ron stopped before him and placed a large freckled hand on each of Harry’s thighs, thumbs running under the edge of Harry’s boxers. Then he leant forward and slid his mouth over Harry’s.
Harry gasped with relief and Ron’s tongue plunged into his mouth, tasting sweet, tasting of Hermione.
“Oh, fuck,” Harry muttered, letting himself be born backward onto the rug.
The heel of Ron’s hand pressed down on his erection and Harry arched up into his hand, whimpering.
“Oh, Harry,” Ron whispered, leaving Harry’s mouth to trail kisses down his neck. “So, hot.” Kiss. “Amazing.” Kiss. “The two of you.” Kiss. “Everywhere.” Kiss. “I love you both so much.”
Then Ron’s hands were tugging at Harry’s boxers and he lifted his hips to let Ron drag them off.
Ron parted Harry’s legs and lay between them, nipping at the skin on his inner thighs with sharp teeth, before kissing and nuzzling his way forward, until his face hovered over Harry’s straining erection, long red hair dropping around it like a tent before his mouth finally closed over it.
Harry moaned loudly and spread his legs wider, tangling his hands in Ron’s hair and bracing his feet on the floor, thrusting his hips upwards, trying to fuck the incredible, hot mouth bobbing up and down his shaft.
“Ron,” he gasped. “Wanna come.”
“Mmm hmmm,” hummed Ron, sucking hard and swallowing as the tip of Harry’s cock touched his throat.
“Gonna come, please,” Harry moaned, and he thrust harder, holding Ron’s head against him as he exploded and flooded his mouth.
Harry collapsed back on the floor, Ron kneeling with his forehead resting on Harry’s stomach, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Then he pressed a kiss to Harry’s hipbone, smiling as Harry jerked with an aftershock, and crawled up his body to pull him into his arms.
“Well,” he said, pushing Harry’s hair out of his face.
“Well,” Harry muttered, lying very still and not quite meeting Ron’s eye. “Was that… is that….”
“What I’ve wanted for the longest time,” Ron replied, grinning as Harry’s face lit up.
“Really?”
“Really. And just think of all the new things we can try now! I’ve never quite dared let my tongue slip like that when going down on Hermione.” He grinned.
“Me too,” Harry grinned back at him, blushing.
“She’s gonna love it!”