Open His Eyes - R/Hr, H/R - NC-17
Title: Open His Eyes
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Hermione, implied Harry/Ron
Warning: It’s a follow-up to Close Your Eyes which far too many of you enjoyed, seeing as it was simply cruel; so, here we have more of the same, sort of. Ron/Hermione (and other het) shippers? You won’t like it. Harry/Ron shippers, um, it’s het….
Words: 1095
Rating: NC-17


Open His Eyes
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Ron’s POV
I enjoy sex as much as the next bloke, but some days I just don’t have the energy.

And, while I know Hermione would be nothing but understanding, it’s a bloke thing not to be found wanting, intercoursewise.

But Harry and I are nearly finished Auror training and we’re doing a brutal Physical Combat course and, after three hours of grappling with Harry and pinning him to the floor, I am drained.

He’s still skinny, but he’s stronger than he looks, and I can no longer use my height and reach to overpower him; I press my weight against him, but he finds the strength, from somewhere, to twist out from under me.

He also dashes through the showers before I’ve even managed to strip off, and he’s bounced into the Floo and away by the time I’ve washed.

Away to Ginny’s.

He’s never said anything, but Hermione has dropped enough hints about how Ginny looks forward to getting her hands on him, after Physical Combat.

I don’t know where he gets the energy from, when all I want to do is curl up on the couch and fall asleep, but apparently he is quite the animal, all hot and sweaty, after training.

I really do not need to know this, on so many levels; I’ve had him hot and sweaty beneath me for hours, and do not want to think of him getting that way with my sister.

Especially when I am also being quite the different animal - I try to have a cat nap, before Hermione gets home from work, and then I try to be an attentive boyfriend.

Try to pay attention to her stories about her day.

Try really hard to make love to her.

Which sounds dreadful; makes me sound horrible.

It isn’t really such an effort, not usually. Six nights a week, I could reach for her as soon as she steps out of the Floo. Even an afternoon playing Quidditch, or an evening drinking, doesn’t suck the sexual energy out of me, and we could tumble into bed.

There’s just something so intense about Physical Combat, about having Harry’s energy focused on me for three hours, his hands locked with mine as he tries to throw me off, his legs wrapped around my waist as he tries to overpower me.

And you wouldn’t think it would help, but I actually find myself using some of those images in bed with Hermione.

I assume it’s because that’s how I wasted my energy, but those are the only nights I grab Hermione’s wrists and pin her to the mattress. Our playful banter is missing as she hooks her legs over my hips, almost as if she knows what I need, and I drive silently into her, inhaling the scent of the shampoo that Harry and I both use.

There’s nothing queer about it.

He’s my best mate in the whole world, and he’s there in everything I do, anyway.

And he’s an amazing training partner.

There’s no feeling like sparing with him. When he’d missed Physical Combat, injured, I’d been paired with Terry Boot and there just hadn’t been the focus, the energy, the connection.

Or the silent, combative sex with Hermione, afterwards.

And that’s strange, in itself. She’s usually so much more assertive in bed and I only need to dominate her when I’m thinking about Harry.

I mean, it’s always been the three of us. Me, Harry and Hermione. Stands to reason his phantom slips into bed with us, sometimes.

Especially when he’s been writhing under me all afternoon.

There’s nothing queer about it.

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Hermione’s POV
I know I should have more self respect than this, and I really don’t know why I let him put me through it.

Except that I can never say no to him.

And he really doesn’t know he’s doing it.

But he was Harry’s long before he was mine.

And it’s only a matter of time, so I’m going to store up as much of him, deep inside me, as I possibly can.

Our confrontational relationship at school settled into a happy loving one, once we got together, and he is a wonderful boyfriend, and a caring, good person.

He is always happy to see me, welcoming me with open arms and wandering hands and a hungry mouth and a demanding body.

And he is so vocal and appreciative, in bed – laughing and marveling at the things we do to each other.

Except when his mouth is otherwise occupied; he really has always been so oral.

What more could I possibly want?

I think I have a better deal than Ginny does.

Six nights out of seven, Harry is kind and affectionate. Only after Physical Combat does she glimpse the desperate passion he is capable of.

After being pinned by Ron’s demanding body all afternoon.

And she breathlessly tells me how enthusiastic he is; how he touches her, loves her, fills her; looms above her, from behind.

Six nights out seven, Ron is gentle yet passionate and cannot do enough for me. Only after Physical Combat does his body helplessly play out the moves he’d used to make Harry submit to him.

The moves that can only end sexually, and therefore, can only end with me.

Until Ron realizes what he is doing.

So I get in from work and I prattle about my day and I take off my Ministry robes and I make us something to eat. And Ron’s eyes follow me around the room and he nods and he chews and I know he just isn’t present.

That he is still locked in that sweaty, physical place, where only Harry’s energy can take him. That his body has been pressed up against that energy all afternoon, has been wound tighter and higher, with no chance of release.

And I go to bed with him, and I let him pin my wrists above my head and I wrap my legs around him and he closes his eyes and breathes through his teeth as he silently thrusts inside me.

And, even though I can almost feel Harry’s ghost in bed with us, and it is obvious that Ron can think of nothing else, I do know that he hasn’t realized what he is doing.

But, one day, something will open his eyes and he will understand what Harry does to him.

He will realize what Harry would do for him.

And I know that it will break his heart when he does.

And it will break mine.