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Better Late Than Never - H/R/P/P - NC-17
Title: Better Late Than Never
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ron/Parvati/Padma
Words: 2250
Rating: NC-17
Written because I cannot stop staring atcork’s incredible picture, Sated.
Better Late Than Never
****
It’s been, what, four years since the war ended, now.
I took care of Harry, and he came through it in a better state than you’d think, and the two of us threw ourselves into Auror training.
We’ve been fully qualified for a year now, partners, of course, and it’s great – everything we ever dreamed of.
We love our job.
Love it.
We share a flat, in London, although we aren’t home much, ‘cos of work.
Harry is what Hermione calls a workaholic.
You have no idea how annoyed she got when I asked, “Why isn’t it a ‘workic’, if an ‘alcoholic’ is addicted to ‘alcohol’, not ‘alc’?”
He volunteers for missions left, right and centre – which means I’m volunteered, too.
On our days off, there is Quidditch with the twins – either at the Burrow, or with tickets to a league match.
We go out drinking with Seamus and Neville.
We meet Hermione for lunch at weekends – she is something Unspeakable at the Ministry.
Hermione.
Yeah.
OK, I bollocksed it up with Hermione, during the war.
I’m not proud.
And I’m crap at dating.
Not as bad as Harry, though.
He hasn’t really trusted anyone since Ginny died. And you can’t blame him – the number of witches that appear at his side when we’re out, willing to do anything for the Chosen One.
And they usually have a friend, willing to tag along with the Other One.
That’s what Seamus calls me. Very funny.
Sometimes the friend is pretty, and I nudge Harry and try and look hopeful, but he always turns them down.
He wants someone to want him, not the Chosen One.
That is going to be hard to find, and I worry that he’ll start dating Muggles.
So, we usually just drink and go home.
I reckon I could almost do better on my own.
No one’d think of me as the Other One if I was on my own, so I could probably find a girl, somewhere, who liked red hair and freckles.
Tonight, we are at the Three Broomsticks, rehashing the game we’d been at last week. Seamus hadn’t been able to make it and he is hanging on Harry’s description of a particularly vicious play.
When it his turn to cough up for a round, Seamus goes over to the bar, and Harry and I have our heads together, chatting quietly.
“Hello, boys,” comes a voice from behind us, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.
Harry stands, nervously brushing the hair out of his eyes and gestures to our table. “Join us?” he says.
Parvati smiles sweetly at him – I think they bonded during the whole Lavender thing - but Padma gives me a rather cynical look as she sits down.
I don’t think I’ve seen them since they left school.
They look incredible.
Fabulous.
Harry offers to buy them a drink just as a tray settles in front of us and Seamus gives us a wink from over at the bar.
We all laugh.
And I suddenly realise that we are having a good time.
With girls.
Harry is smiling as he talks to Parvati and I could just kiss her.
A pretty girl, who isn’t interested in him as the Chosen One.
Who thinks of him as just Harry.
I am so busy watching them laugh and joke and catch up with each other, that I jump when Padma kicks me under the table.
Shit. I don’t exactly have a good record entertaining Padma, and now I am neglecting her again.
But, when I look up, she is smiling.
“Oh, God,” I say ruefully. “I’m neglecting you again, aren’t I?”
She laughs. “Ahh, but I think that this time is different,” she says. “Last time you were watching Hermione Granger all evening.”
I think I blush. “And this time?” I say, not as suavely as I hope.
“This time you are either watching my sister,” she raises an eyebrow, “or Harry.”
“H-Harry,” I stutter pitifully and she laughs.
A gorgeous, throaty laugh.
“Not like that,” I assure her. “It’s just good to see him enjoying himself.”
She looks instantly concerned. “Oh,” she whispers. “Since your sister?” she says gently.
“No,” I whisper back. “Not so much that – it’s just that he doesn’t trust girls who only see his scar.”
“Oh, Parvati’s known him far too long to bother about all the Chosen One stuff,” she says. “And she’s always had a soft spot for him.”
“Always?” I echo.
“Well, not at the Ball, obviously,” she laughs. “But she saw a lot of him in sixth year, when you were…”
“Yes, quite,” I interrupt wryly.
She laughs again and I shake my head. “So, I was an idiot in fourth year, an embarrassment in sixth…”
“At least you’re paying me some attention now,” she smiles, reaching across the table and running a fingertip up my sleeve. “Better late than never.”
I smile back. “I’m not an idiot anymore,” I assure her and turn my hand over, catching hers and caressing her palm.
Time blurs and I cannot believe how well we are getting on.
A few drinks later, she is biting her bottom lip and her eyes flicker towards Harry and her sister. “Would you like to walk me home?” she asks.
Wow, would I.
“Absolutely,” I assure her and we get to our feet and say our goodbyes and are ignored.
I start to put my cloak on, but she laughs and takes my hand and leads me towards the stairs.
I raise an eyebrow and she whispers, “We have a room here, we’re not in town for long.”
I know that I blush.
Oh.
Actually walking her actually home needn’t imply all that much, yet I’d been nervous enough trying to work out what she’d expect of me.
Walking her upstairs?
OK.
Now I’m really nervous.
I follow her up the stairs and down the corridor and her swaying arse has me almost hypnotised by the time we reach her door.
She hands me the key and I open the door, standing back to let her enter. I dither in the doorway and she giggles.
“Oh, come in, you idiot,” she says and I smile wryly and cross the threshold, trying not to stare at the huge double bed.
She kicks the door closed and I jump, turning to see her advancing on me, eyes narrowed.
Wow.
She stops before me and stands on tiptoe to brush her lips against mine. I smile against her mouth and reach for her.
Time blurs again and we are on the bed and stripped down to our underwear.
She is straddling me and watching as I reach up to cup her breasts, my pale, freckled hands standing out against her dusky skin.
“Gorgeous,” I whisper, pulling her half-cup bra down and thumbing her hard nipples.
She gasps and grinds down against me and steam practically comes out of my ears.
It feels fantastic; she looks incredible, her hair loosened from its plait, her breasts spilling into my hands.
And she tastes amazing – I sit up to take her nipple in my mouth and she settles into my lap, her heat pressed against my cock.
I undo her bra and wrap my arms around her waist, supporting her weight as she leans back, thrusting her breasts in my face and circling her hips slowly to rub against me.
I bury my face in her cleavage, nipping and biting at both breasts and suckling on her beautiful nipples.
“Want you,” I whisper against her and gasp at the sudden slick wetness against my cock.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
Bloody Ravenclaws and their wandless magic; our pants are God knows where and she is rocking and I am sliding through her folds and it is almost perfect, almost there, almost… there.
She lifts her hips and lowers herself onto me and I slip into tight, wet heat.
I lie back against the pile of pillows, pulling her with me and she braces her hands on the headboard, on either side of my head; her hair surrounds us and her breasts sway over my face as she rides me; I push my feet against the mattress to thrust up into her as I reach for her breasts, and she groans and bends down to kiss me, her hands tangling into my hair.
We rock together for a long time, and I am unaware of anything but her and the sounds she makes as I fuck her, the breathy moans in my ear.
She pulls hard on my hair and I tip back my head to let her bite my neck.
Her mouth. Oh, her mouth.
Is between my thighs.
On my balls.
Someone is sucking at my balls as I spread my legs to thrust harder into Padma.
My eyes open.
I look down her back, past the cloud of dark hair, to see another, identical head nestled between my legs.
Fuck.
Parvati’s hair is still in its braid and I follow the curve of her spine to her beautiful, rounded arse, which Harry is gripping with both hands as he thrusts inside her.
His eyes are dreamy and clouded – from sex or alcohol, I have no idea – and there is sweat dripping down his neck, and he looks happier than I have ever seen him.
But when did they come in?
How did I miss them stripping and joining us on the bed?
I feel like I should say something, but they obviously realised what we were doing, and if the girls are up for this, then why should I complain?
Harry looks up from where his fingers are kneading Parvati’s arse and our eyes meet.
I reach down and cup Padma’s arse, lifting her and slamming her down on my cock.
Suddenly Harry is focused and intense and he thrusts harder, driving Parvati’s face against me.
I watch his fingertip slide between her cheeks and move in hypnotic circles and I cry out as Parvati slips her hand beneath me to mirror his movements.
I match Harry’s rhythm, thrusting upwards every time he drives forwards, and our eyes are locked as Parvati touches something inside me that makes me cry out, and my rhythm falters as I jerk and spill inside her sister.
Harry watches me climax, his face rapt, his lower lip caught between sharp teeth.
Christ.
Padma lifts her arse while I am still half hard and my cock springs out of her.
She slides off me and turns to watch Harry fucking her sister.
Parvati’s finger is still inside me and she leans forward to take my flagging cock in her mouth and nurse it back to full strength.
Harry groans at the sight and the thought that we are both inside the same girl helps my cock perk up.
Padma lies down beside me and spreads her legs, her fingers running through her folds. “My turn,” she says to Harry and his eyes flick from one twin to the other.
Parvati hums around my cock and he takes this for encouragement and pulls out of her and stretches out between Padma’s legs.
I watch his cock slip inside her and try not to think that she is wet with my come as Harry buries his face in her neck and his hair brushes against my arm.
Parvati has me hard again and I pull her towards me, twisting on top of her so that she is pinned beneath me, and thrusting inside her.
I rise up on my elbows and so does Harry, and our shoulders knock against each other as we surge forward.
Harry hasn’t come yet, so he doesn’t last long, crying out as he climaxes and then pressing his face between Padma’s breasts.
He hauls himself to his hands and knees, his cock slipping out from between her folds, and she barely gives him time to catch his breath, before pushing him unsubtly down her body.
She spreads her legs and Harry buries his face between her thighs.
That is what makes me lose control, my climax taking me by surprise as I think of him licking our come out of her.
I pull out and sit back on my heels, watching him.
I can see his tongue running over her in broad strokes and Parvati sits up to watch, too.
She leans down and pulls Harry up by the hair and they exchange a sloppy kiss and, fuck, she is sucking it off his tongue and I push her back, so that her head is pillowed on her sister’s belly and I lower my face to thrust my tongue inside her.
Harry returns to between Padma’s legs and I can see his head bobbing out of the corner of my eye, but I concentrate on the girl beneath my mouth and slip two fingers inside her as I suck.
She holds my head in place and arches up at me, so I stiffen my tongue and let her rub against it until she trembles and cries out.
Turning her onto her side, I curl up behind her, my head on Padma’s breast.
I didn’t notice Padma coming, but she is boneless and out of breath and she runs a lazy hand through my hair as Harry lies between her legs and Parvati kisses him softly.
I run my hand down Parvati’s thigh and don’t even flinch as my fingers meet Harry’s and we tangle them together.
Title: Better Late Than Never
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ron/Parvati/Padma
Words: 2250
Rating: NC-17
Written because I cannot stop staring at
cork’s incredible picture, Sated.Better Late Than Never
****
It’s been, what, four years since the war ended, now.
I took care of Harry, and he came through it in a better state than you’d think, and the two of us threw ourselves into Auror training.
We’ve been fully qualified for a year now, partners, of course, and it’s great – everything we ever dreamed of.
We love our job.
Love it.
We share a flat, in London, although we aren’t home much, ‘cos of work.
Harry is what Hermione calls a workaholic.
You have no idea how annoyed she got when I asked, “Why isn’t it a ‘workic’, if an ‘alcoholic’ is addicted to ‘alcohol’, not ‘alc’?”
He volunteers for missions left, right and centre – which means I’m volunteered, too.
On our days off, there is Quidditch with the twins – either at the Burrow, or with tickets to a league match.
We go out drinking with Seamus and Neville.
We meet Hermione for lunch at weekends – she is something Unspeakable at the Ministry.
Hermione.
Yeah.
OK, I bollocksed it up with Hermione, during the war.
I’m not proud.
And I’m crap at dating.
Not as bad as Harry, though.
He hasn’t really trusted anyone since Ginny died. And you can’t blame him – the number of witches that appear at his side when we’re out, willing to do anything for the Chosen One.
And they usually have a friend, willing to tag along with the Other One.
That’s what Seamus calls me. Very funny.
Sometimes the friend is pretty, and I nudge Harry and try and look hopeful, but he always turns them down.
He wants someone to want him, not the Chosen One.
That is going to be hard to find, and I worry that he’ll start dating Muggles.
So, we usually just drink and go home.
I reckon I could almost do better on my own.
No one’d think of me as the Other One if I was on my own, so I could probably find a girl, somewhere, who liked red hair and freckles.
Tonight, we are at the Three Broomsticks, rehashing the game we’d been at last week. Seamus hadn’t been able to make it and he is hanging on Harry’s description of a particularly vicious play.
When it his turn to cough up for a round, Seamus goes over to the bar, and Harry and I have our heads together, chatting quietly.
“Hello, boys,” comes a voice from behind us, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.
Harry stands, nervously brushing the hair out of his eyes and gestures to our table. “Join us?” he says.
Parvati smiles sweetly at him – I think they bonded during the whole Lavender thing - but Padma gives me a rather cynical look as she sits down.
I don’t think I’ve seen them since they left school.
They look incredible.
Fabulous.
Harry offers to buy them a drink just as a tray settles in front of us and Seamus gives us a wink from over at the bar.
We all laugh.
And I suddenly realise that we are having a good time.
With girls.
Harry is smiling as he talks to Parvati and I could just kiss her.
A pretty girl, who isn’t interested in him as the Chosen One.
Who thinks of him as just Harry.
I am so busy watching them laugh and joke and catch up with each other, that I jump when Padma kicks me under the table.
Shit. I don’t exactly have a good record entertaining Padma, and now I am neglecting her again.
But, when I look up, she is smiling.
“Oh, God,” I say ruefully. “I’m neglecting you again, aren’t I?”
She laughs. “Ahh, but I think that this time is different,” she says. “Last time you were watching Hermione Granger all evening.”
I think I blush. “And this time?” I say, not as suavely as I hope.
“This time you are either watching my sister,” she raises an eyebrow, “or Harry.”
“H-Harry,” I stutter pitifully and she laughs.
A gorgeous, throaty laugh.
“Not like that,” I assure her. “It’s just good to see him enjoying himself.”
She looks instantly concerned. “Oh,” she whispers. “Since your sister?” she says gently.
“No,” I whisper back. “Not so much that – it’s just that he doesn’t trust girls who only see his scar.”
“Oh, Parvati’s known him far too long to bother about all the Chosen One stuff,” she says. “And she’s always had a soft spot for him.”
“Always?” I echo.
“Well, not at the Ball, obviously,” she laughs. “But she saw a lot of him in sixth year, when you were…”
“Yes, quite,” I interrupt wryly.
She laughs again and I shake my head. “So, I was an idiot in fourth year, an embarrassment in sixth…”
“At least you’re paying me some attention now,” she smiles, reaching across the table and running a fingertip up my sleeve. “Better late than never.”
I smile back. “I’m not an idiot anymore,” I assure her and turn my hand over, catching hers and caressing her palm.
Time blurs and I cannot believe how well we are getting on.
A few drinks later, she is biting her bottom lip and her eyes flicker towards Harry and her sister. “Would you like to walk me home?” she asks.
Wow, would I.
“Absolutely,” I assure her and we get to our feet and say our goodbyes and are ignored.
I start to put my cloak on, but she laughs and takes my hand and leads me towards the stairs.
I raise an eyebrow and she whispers, “We have a room here, we’re not in town for long.”
I know that I blush.
Oh.
Actually walking her actually home needn’t imply all that much, yet I’d been nervous enough trying to work out what she’d expect of me.
Walking her upstairs?
OK.
Now I’m really nervous.
I follow her up the stairs and down the corridor and her swaying arse has me almost hypnotised by the time we reach her door.
She hands me the key and I open the door, standing back to let her enter. I dither in the doorway and she giggles.
“Oh, come in, you idiot,” she says and I smile wryly and cross the threshold, trying not to stare at the huge double bed.
She kicks the door closed and I jump, turning to see her advancing on me, eyes narrowed.
Wow.
She stops before me and stands on tiptoe to brush her lips against mine. I smile against her mouth and reach for her.
Time blurs again and we are on the bed and stripped down to our underwear.
She is straddling me and watching as I reach up to cup her breasts, my pale, freckled hands standing out against her dusky skin.
“Gorgeous,” I whisper, pulling her half-cup bra down and thumbing her hard nipples.
She gasps and grinds down against me and steam practically comes out of my ears.
It feels fantastic; she looks incredible, her hair loosened from its plait, her breasts spilling into my hands.
And she tastes amazing – I sit up to take her nipple in my mouth and she settles into my lap, her heat pressed against my cock.
I undo her bra and wrap my arms around her waist, supporting her weight as she leans back, thrusting her breasts in my face and circling her hips slowly to rub against me.
I bury my face in her cleavage, nipping and biting at both breasts and suckling on her beautiful nipples.
“Want you,” I whisper against her and gasp at the sudden slick wetness against my cock.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
Bloody Ravenclaws and their wandless magic; our pants are God knows where and she is rocking and I am sliding through her folds and it is almost perfect, almost there, almost… there.
She lifts her hips and lowers herself onto me and I slip into tight, wet heat.
I lie back against the pile of pillows, pulling her with me and she braces her hands on the headboard, on either side of my head; her hair surrounds us and her breasts sway over my face as she rides me; I push my feet against the mattress to thrust up into her as I reach for her breasts, and she groans and bends down to kiss me, her hands tangling into my hair.
We rock together for a long time, and I am unaware of anything but her and the sounds she makes as I fuck her, the breathy moans in my ear.
She pulls hard on my hair and I tip back my head to let her bite my neck.
Her mouth. Oh, her mouth.
Is between my thighs.
On my balls.
Someone is sucking at my balls as I spread my legs to thrust harder into Padma.
My eyes open.
I look down her back, past the cloud of dark hair, to see another, identical head nestled between my legs.
Fuck.
Parvati’s hair is still in its braid and I follow the curve of her spine to her beautiful, rounded arse, which Harry is gripping with both hands as he thrusts inside her.
His eyes are dreamy and clouded – from sex or alcohol, I have no idea – and there is sweat dripping down his neck, and he looks happier than I have ever seen him.
But when did they come in?
How did I miss them stripping and joining us on the bed?
I feel like I should say something, but they obviously realised what we were doing, and if the girls are up for this, then why should I complain?
Harry looks up from where his fingers are kneading Parvati’s arse and our eyes meet.
I reach down and cup Padma’s arse, lifting her and slamming her down on my cock.
Suddenly Harry is focused and intense and he thrusts harder, driving Parvati’s face against me.
I watch his fingertip slide between her cheeks and move in hypnotic circles and I cry out as Parvati slips her hand beneath me to mirror his movements.
I match Harry’s rhythm, thrusting upwards every time he drives forwards, and our eyes are locked as Parvati touches something inside me that makes me cry out, and my rhythm falters as I jerk and spill inside her sister.
Harry watches me climax, his face rapt, his lower lip caught between sharp teeth.
Christ.
Padma lifts her arse while I am still half hard and my cock springs out of her.
She slides off me and turns to watch Harry fucking her sister.
Parvati’s finger is still inside me and she leans forward to take my flagging cock in her mouth and nurse it back to full strength.
Harry groans at the sight and the thought that we are both inside the same girl helps my cock perk up.
Padma lies down beside me and spreads her legs, her fingers running through her folds. “My turn,” she says to Harry and his eyes flick from one twin to the other.
Parvati hums around my cock and he takes this for encouragement and pulls out of her and stretches out between Padma’s legs.
I watch his cock slip inside her and try not to think that she is wet with my come as Harry buries his face in her neck and his hair brushes against my arm.
Parvati has me hard again and I pull her towards me, twisting on top of her so that she is pinned beneath me, and thrusting inside her.
I rise up on my elbows and so does Harry, and our shoulders knock against each other as we surge forward.
Harry hasn’t come yet, so he doesn’t last long, crying out as he climaxes and then pressing his face between Padma’s breasts.
He hauls himself to his hands and knees, his cock slipping out from between her folds, and she barely gives him time to catch his breath, before pushing him unsubtly down her body.
She spreads her legs and Harry buries his face between her thighs.
That is what makes me lose control, my climax taking me by surprise as I think of him licking our come out of her.
I pull out and sit back on my heels, watching him.
I can see his tongue running over her in broad strokes and Parvati sits up to watch, too.
She leans down and pulls Harry up by the hair and they exchange a sloppy kiss and, fuck, she is sucking it off his tongue and I push her back, so that her head is pillowed on her sister’s belly and I lower my face to thrust my tongue inside her.
Harry returns to between Padma’s legs and I can see his head bobbing out of the corner of my eye, but I concentrate on the girl beneath my mouth and slip two fingers inside her as I suck.
She holds my head in place and arches up at me, so I stiffen my tongue and let her rub against it until she trembles and cries out.
Turning her onto her side, I curl up behind her, my head on Padma’s breast.
I didn’t notice Padma coming, but she is boneless and out of breath and she runs a lazy hand through my hair as Harry lies between her legs and Parvati kisses him softly.
I run my hand down Parvati’s thigh and don’t even flinch as my fingers meet Harry’s and we tangle them together.