The Hufflepuff Horcrux - H/R - NC-17
Title : The Hufflepuff Horcrux
For : madammalfoy
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : The Hufflepuff Horcrux
Words : 2222
Rating : NC-17


The Hufflepuff Horcrux
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They sat side by side, leaning against the low wall, while Hermione muttered and scribbled.

"Remind me why we brought her, again?" Ron asked.

"Because we can't translate ancient runes," Harry explained, gesturing to the stone thing in the middle of the room.

'Room' was pushing it.

They were in a thousand year old burial mound.

Oh, joy.

Helga Hufflepuff's burial mound, to be exact.

Her Cup had originally been interred with her, apparently, and Hermione's idea was that Voldemort would have taken it back to its intended resting place, using the original, ancient, protective magic to hide it.

And that was what Hermione was translating.

"OK," she said finally. "I've got it."

"Excellent," Ron said, getting to his feet, hitting his head on the low ceiling again and falling to his knees.

Hermione frowned at him.

The stone structure in front of them was about two foot high, with a small hole in the top surface and runic inscriptions around the sides.

"The cup will be deep underground," Hermione explained.

"We're already deep underground," Ron muttered.

"And it will float upwards until it is inside the stone pedestal," she continued, ignoring him.

"It will float up how?" Harry asked.

"That is the really interesting bit, actually," she said. "And I am so glad that Voldemort just stole the cup and didn't come here and retrieve it himself."

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Well, it actually takes three people to do it," she said. "So even Harry and Professor Dumbledore couldn't have managed." Her eyes unfocused slightly and she shook herself.

"Well?" Harry said impatiently.

"It actually calls for a wizard and two witches," she explained. "The hole in the top of the pedestal is so small that only a witch can put her had through it and reach the cup."

"Are you sure it's safe?" Harry asked. "I don't want you to put your hand in there and have it bitten off."

"It's fine," she assured him. "It's not dangerous, it's just that mine really is the only hand that'll fit."

"So, what do Ron and I do?"

"Well, the other two people - usually a witch and wizard, but I can't see any reason why you two can't do it," she said calmly, hoping they couldn't see her blush by the light of her wand. "They fill the vessel."

"With what?" Ron asked, peering into the hole.

"With energy," Hermione said.

"Energy?" Harry said dubiously. "I don't like the sound of that - draining our energy into it?"

"Harry, it isn't Dark Magic," Hermione complained. "Stop being so nervous about everything. This is Hufflepuff we're talking about."

"Oh, right," Harry muttered.

"So, what are we talking about?" Ron asked. "Hard Work, knowing Hufflepuffs. We just Work Hard and it'll catch the energy we use up?"

"Sort of," Hermione admitted. "Seems Helga Hufflepuff was a bit of a romantic. It has to be filled with sexual energy."

Ron snorted. "Are you saying we wank into it?" he demanded. “To fill it?”

"No, I'm not," Hermione snapped and Harry laughed nervously.

“Then what?” Ron repeated.

“The enchantment on it will absorb the sexual energy straight out of the air, and the Cup will float higher and higher on a sexual cloud, until I can reach it.”

“While Ron and I do what, exactly?” Harry asked.

“Have sex,” Hermione admitted.

Harry went very pale and Ron flushed.

“Like, together?” Harry asked.

“Yes,” she said calmly.

“No way,” Ron blustered.

“Do you want to get the Horcrux?” Hermione demanded.

“Yes, of course,” Ron said.

“And what happened to ‘I’ll do anything for you, Harry’?”

“I … I didn’t mean I’d… this,” Ron hissed, gesturing vaguely.

“So, what do you suggest?” Hermione said.

“We need another girl.” Ron muttered.

Hermione snorted. “Hey, Ginny, come and shag the Boy Who Lived so Hermione can reach the cup!” she said brightly.

“No!” Ron gasped.

“Then what?”

“Another girl to reach the Cup,” he said.

“While I shag Harry?” Hermione asked.

“No!” Ron shouted.

“Then what?”

Ron ran his hands roughly through his hair and made a desperate noise.

“Harry?” Hermione appealed to him. “What do you want to do?”

Harry shrugged, looking Ron boldly in the knees. “It wouldn’t be that bad, would it?” he asked in a tiny voice.

“What?” Ron spluttered.

“Well, look what we intend to do,” Harry said. “I have to kill Voldemort; we are all prepared to kill any Death Eaters that threaten us. I just don’t think that this is all that bad.”

“Are you comparing having sex with me to killing You Know Who?” Ron demanded.

Harry shrugged again. “I guess,” he said.

“It wouldn’t be that bad,” Ron said indignantly.

“That’s what I said,” Harry repeated. “It’s just sex, it’s not like it’s sex with Malfoy, or something.”

Ron shuddered.

“So you don’t mind doing it with me?” Ron pressed.

Harry huffed at him, but finally looked up and met his eyes. “No, Ron, I really don’t mind doing it with you.”

“But we’re not… you know,” Ron frowned.

“I don’t think that that matters,” Harry said.

“Because of the whole You Know Who thing, yeah,” Ron admitted.

“No,” said Harry simply. “Because it’s us.”

“Us?” Ron echoed.

“Well, uh, I don’t fancy blokes,” Harry said. “But I care more for you than anyone, don’t I?”

“Oh,” Ron said quietly. “Me too.”

“So, it’s a good thing it’s us, right?”

“Yeah,” Ron admitted. “I didn’t expect this to be one of the anythings I’d do for you, but yeah.”

They looked at each other for a moment, until Hermione cleared her throat.

“So,” she said. “It’s a really good thing Voldemort didn’t have to retrieve the Cup himself, right.”

Both boys laughed.

“Right,” Harry said. “Any detailed list of things we have to include, or shall we just make it up as we go along?”

Ron gaped at him.

“Just make it up, I think,” Hermione said quietly.

“But you mean actual sex sex, not just snogging?” Harry asked.

“Yes.”

Ron gasped audibly.

She knelt beside the pedestal, rolled up her sleeve and slipped her hand into the opening, the implications of the image not lost on any of them.

Harry and Ron took off their cloaks and spread them on the floor. They self consciously undressed as Hermione looked away.

They had to kneel anyway, as Ron was too tall to stand in the dark, low-ceilinged chamber, so they knelt facing each other and Harry took both of Ron’s hands in his.

“It’s OK,” he whispered, leaning closer and kissing the other boy softly.

Ron swallowed nervously, his fingers tightening around Harry’s.

“It’s OK,” Harry whispered again, his hands trailing lightly up Ron’s arms and making him shiver as they brushed the network of scars.

“Hmm,” Ron sighed as Harry’s arms wrapped around his neck and their lips touched again.

His hands dithered for a moment and then looped around Harry’s waist, pulling him closer.

“Yes,” Harry whispered, “That’s right.”

Hermione watched them kissing, their lips just pressing gently against each other.

All three of them gasped as Harry leant in towards Ron and their bodies touched.

The boys didn’t hear her, because Harry took the opportunity to run his tongue inside Ron’s top lip.

Ron moaned softly and moved his hips involuntarily against Harry’s.

Their cocks started to stir.

“Oh, my,” Hermione whispered, her cheeks flushing.

Harry’s fingers slid into the hair at the back of Ron’s neck and he pulled his head down, tipping his face up and opening his mouth.

Ron’s arms tightened around him as their kisses deepened.

“Merlin,” Hermione breathed, almost forgetting why they were there as Ron bent Harry back, his hands splayed on his lower back, fingers pressing against the swell of his arse.

“Is this OK?” Ron asked, pulling back to look down at his friend.

“It’s good,” Harry said, slightly out of breath as he rubbed against Ron’s thigh. “Very good.”

“Yeah,” Ron muttered, his eyes closing as he slid his hands lower, cupping Harry’s arse and thrusting clumsily forwards.

“Oh!” Harry gasped, burying his face in Ron’s neck and pressing open mouthed kisses into his skin.

“Lie down, Harry,” Ron whispered and Harry leant back in his arms and let himself be lowered onto their cloaks.

“Oh, dear God,” Hermione murmured, glimpsing the erect cocks that had been sandwiched between their bodies.

Ron knelt over his friend. “What d’you want me to do?” he asked quietly.

“Touch me,” Harry said, parting his thighs so Ron could slip a knee between them.

Hermione moaned and shifted uncomfortably where she knelt on the earth floor.

Ron took his weight on one hand as he wrapped the other around Harry’s cock.

“Oh, God,” Harry whimpered, arching into Ron’s hand as he stroked him slowly.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” Hermione whimpered as Ron gained in confidence and stroked faster, lowering his head to bite Harry’s neck.

“God… oh, yes… oh that’s… you...” Harry babbled, tipping his head back and bucking as Ron caressed him.

Hermione barely noticed something brush against her fingertips as her eyes fixed on the head of Harry’s cock slipping through the circle of Ron’s hand.

“Yes, gonna… God… Ron,” Harry cried as he climaxed, his come hitting Ron in the chest and coating his fingers.

Hermione bit her lip and Ron went very still, but Harry didn’t give him a chance to panic.

“C’m’ere,” he gasped, reaching for Ron’s face and kissing him passionately.

“God, Harry,” Ron whispered between kisses. “You just… look at you!”

Hermione silently agreed that Harry looked completely debauched as he sucked on Ron’s lower lip and writhed underneath the taller boy.

“Don’t stop,” Harry begged, shocking Hermione with his forwardness until she remembered that they were doing this for the Horcrux.

She flexed her fingers and felt the edge of something floating just out of reach.

Ron looked down at Harry, his eyes flickering down his body. “Harry?” he breathed. “Should I?”

“Yeah,” Harry whispered.

Ron ran his fingers through the come on his chest, testing the consistency before stroking his cock quickly and covering it with the makeshift lubricant.

Harry’s eyes widened, but he opened his thighs and pulled them towards his chest.

Ron knelt between his legs and positioned himself at Harry’s entrance.

“Harry?” he whispered as their eyes locked.

“Yes,” Harry said, reaching up to smooth Ron’s hair out of his eyes.

Judging by the swift rise and fall of his chest, he wasn’t as calm as he was pretending to be, but he let out a deep breath, willing his body to relax, as Ron moved.

Hermione’s eyes were fixed on Ron’s arse as the muscles shifted and he thrust slowly into Harry’s body.

Harry gasped and Ron stopped moving.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s OK,” Harry said. “Keep going.”

“Harry,” Ron whispered against his lips, kissing him softly as he pressed forward again.

And, as the kiss caught and flared, as Ron was finally buried deep inside him, as they clung together, Hermione’s fingers closed around Hufflepuff’s Cup.

Maybe she should have said something.

Maybe she could have said, “I’ve got it! You can stop now.”

But Ron started moving again and Harry was crying out on every stoke and Ron was murmuring Harry’s name into his hair and Harry was reaching down to touch his cock, which had reawakened.

So she watched them.

With each surging thrust of Ron’s arse, he groaned, and Harry gasped, and Hermione ground down at the seam of her jeans between her thighs, her hips moving with the rhythm Ron had set.

And Ron’s hand joined Harry’s in stroking his cock, and Ron’s mouth latched onto Harry’s collarbone, biting hard as Harry cried and jerked under him, his come spreading between their bodies each time Ron moved against him.

And Hermione’s hand slipped between her legs and rubbed herself frantically as Ron’s thrusts became faster and more desperate, until he stilled with Harry’s name on his lips and spilled himself into Harry’s body.

Hermione whimpered and bit her lip as she climaxed.

Ron clumsily took some of his weight on his hands and knees and he slipped out of Harry’s body as Hermione slipped her hand out of the pedestal.

She cradled the cup in her lap as Harry pulled Ron down and cradled him in his arms.

“Harry,” Ron murmured against his neck.

“Hush,” Harry whispered, stroking his hair. “It’s OK, Ron.”

After a time, their breathing returned to normal and Harry looked over at Hermione.

“Hermione?” he said.

“Yes?” she croaked.

“Did we… did it… the Cup”? he asked.

Ron’s flushed face appeared from the crook of Harry’s neck.

She held the Cup out to them.

They scrambled eagerly across to her, careless of their nakedness, and Harry took the Cup from her numb fingers.

Not completely numb.

Not so numb that they didn’t feel the traces of come as Harry’s hand brushed against hers.

Not so numb that they didn’t run curiously through the slippery substance and clinically inform her brain that this was the first time she had ever had a boy’s seed on her hand.

They both flashed her triumphant smiles, but she wryly discounted the chance of any further access to sperm in the near future.

Judging by the way they were looking at each other.

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