Day Nine Part 2 | Day Ten
Harry climbs the stairs to Ron’s room, terrified. Hermione doesn’t come with them, saying she wants to stay behind and get more information from Percy. So he’s left with Ron, who is oozing anger and hurt and something else that Harry can’t place.
It’s made apparent to him when Ron pushes him into the room and slams him up against the wall, kissing him so hard he thinks his lips will bruise.
“You absolute prick,” Ron growls against his mouth. “Why didn’t you- you’ve been keeping all that to yourself for nine days?”
“I’m so-” but his words are cut off with another kiss.
“Bloody chosen one,” Ron grumbles, sliding his hand up Harry’s shirt. “I can’t believe you. You could have told us! You could have said goodbye!”
He pushes Ron away. “No, I couldn’t have!”
“WHY NOT?”
“BECAUSE YOU WOULDN’T HAVE LET ME!”
They stare at each other, panting, Harry gripping the wall for dear life. “You wouldn’t have let me,” he huffs out. “And my burden, Ron, my burden for the last seven years has been knowing that it would come to something like that and knowing you wouldn’t have let me,”
“Of course, I wouldn’t have,” Ron says desperately. “I love you! I shouldn’t have to send you to die like a pig!”
“There was no other way,” Harry says darkly. “Or if there had been, there was no time,”
“You didn’t even say goodbye,” Ron whispers.
“I was a coward,” Harry admits. “I knew that if I had to tell you, either of you, I couldn’t have done it,”
“You said that-” Ron gulps. “Dumbledore said you could have stayed dead?”
“It was implied,”
“And you… you didn’t,”
“I didn’t,”
Ron advances on him again, slower, gentler this time. He takes Harry by the waist, cupping his face with the other hand. “Why?”
Harry gulps. “I couldn’t die knowing you weren’t safe, not yet. Even though I knew if I did, you would do everything to win, there was that chance that… that it still had to be me. And that me coming back was more important than dying in the first place,”
“For us?” Ron murmurs. “For me?”
“For you,”
“And now you’re mine,” he adds desperately. “You’re mine and ‘Mione’s, and you’re not going to die again. We’ll live to be 136, and we’ll be the kooky old people that still snog like teenagers,”
Harry laughs. “I’m yours,”
His eyes darken with what Harry is starting to identify as lust. Ron surges forward, and it’s the best kiss so far. It’s hot and heavy and full of every word they can’t say. Harry moans into Ron’s mouth, leaning into him, but he stays in control, pressing Harry back into the wall.
“Fuck, Ron,” he whimpers.
“I know, baby,” Ron sighs, making Harry’s knees melt. He never even dreamed that Ronald Weasly would snog him and call him baby.
Ron’s hands wander around to his ass before lifting him up, bidding Harry to wrap his legs around him. He carries Harry to the bed before lowering them down, enveloping Harry with his warm body. He arches his back, lifting his hips to grind against him.
“I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up,” Ron laughs against his lips. Harry does it again, making Ron groan. God, he loves that sound. Desperate for more, he forces his hands to move, to grasp the hem of his boyfriend's jumper and yank it off his body before he goes mad.
“Off, off,” he pleads, tugging at the fabric. Ron laughs, breaking contact long enough to give Harry his wish. Harry inhales deeply, absorbing the scent of oranges. His eyes catch the long, thin scars that wrap around Ron’s arms and shoulder. Ron follows his line of sight. “Is that why you always wear jumpers?”
Ron nods, looking embarrassed. “They remind me how useless I was,”
“Ron-”
“No, I was,” Ron sighs. “I’m not smart at school like Hermione or strong at magic like you, and they just remind me how easily that manifests,”
“You know what they remind me of?”
“What?”
“That you were there,” Harry says softly. “That you’ve always been there,”
Ron blushes, burying his head in the crook of Harry’s neck. “Always will be,”
“Also, you’re the best at snogging,” Harry says with a mischievous grin.
“Oh yeah?” Ron laughs, kissing him again. Harry rakes his nails down Ron’s back, making him hiss. Harry moans when Ron jerks his hips into him, pressing their cocks together.
“Mm, want you,” Harry says breathlessly, going to tug his own shirt off. Ron helps him, and the feeling of their bare chests together makes his eyes roll. They kiss more, and for a moment, that is all he thinks will happen, which he doesn’t mind, but then Ron’s fingers are hooked on his waistband, tugging down. Then Ron is going down and Harry’s eyes go wide. “Wha- Ron-”
Ron freezes. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” Harry says in a strangled tone. His best friend is really going to, “Ah, Ron!” he moans. “Fuck!”
“That’s what I’m working on,” Ron laughs, popping his mouth off Harry's dick for only a moment. The sensations make Harry squirm and buck, but Ron just pins him to the bed, forcing him to take it.
He really wishes he could last longer. But quite honestly, he can’t remember the last time he’d cum, and Ron’s mouth feels so good. “Shit, Ron! I’m going to-”
“It’s okay, baby,” Ron murmurs, switching to his hand, his fingers gliding against Harry’s skin. “You can cum for me,”
He cries out in ecstasy as he finishes, his vision going hazy.
“There you go,” Ron grins. “Feel better?”
Harry just hums in lusty agreement. “Do you want me to-”
“Just…” Ron says headily. “Just lay there,”
Harry nods, watching in awe as Ron pulls his own cock out and pumps it a few times, cumming quickly over Harry’s stomach, leaving matching streaks along his skin. He then collapses beside Harry, nuzzling his head into his shoulder.
“That was-” Harry laughs. “That was nice,”
Ron snorts. “We both lasted less than a minute,”
“It’s been a while, and you were mad at me,” Harry laughs. “Apparently, you want to fuck me when you’re mad at me, so that’s good to know,”
“A bit, yeah,” Ron says sheepishly. “I just wanted to- I don’t know,” he sighs, waving his hands in the air, “express,”
“Well, you’ve ‘expressed’ right all over my stomach,” Harry teases. “And Hermione has my wand, so could you-”
“Hmm, right,” Ron sighs, grabbing his wand and casting a scourgify. “Better?”
“Yeah,” Harry sighs contently, wrapping his arm around Ron to pull him to his chest. They lay there for a while, Harry tracing the patterns of the scars on his arm, Ron absentmindedly rubbing circles on his hip. “I really am sorry, you know, that I just left,”
“I know you are,” Ron murmurs. “I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you,”
“Keeps me humble,” Harry jokes, making Ron laugh.
Knock knock.
“Just me,” Hermione’s voice comes muffled from the other side of the door.
“Come in!” Ron calls.
She slides into the room and smirks at the site before her. “Have fun?”
“Lots of fun,” Ron grins.
“Well, please cast a silencing charm next time,” she laughs. “If I hadn’t cast one on the stairs, everyone would have heard you,”
“Oh,”
Harry turns bright red. “Thanks, ‘Mione,”
She giggles and plops herself on Harry’s other side. “I expected more mess,”
“We already cleaned up. We’re not hooligans,” Ron scoffs.
“Could’ve fooled me,” she grins, gesturing at Harry’s still pulled-down pants.
Harry jumps, reaching down to pull his pants up. “Sorry, Mi,”
Ron looks at them, confused. “Why would she care?”
Harry looks at her, letting her say what she wants.
“I’m still a little nervous,” Hermione whispers. “Just- I wanna take things slow,”
Ron relaxes. “Of course you can love,”
“Not, not that you two can’t-” she blabbers. “I mean, it’s perfectly fine to-”
“Did you like it?” Harry teases. “Thinking about us up here,”
Hermione squeaks. “A little,”
Ron grins, leaning over to give her a little peck on the lips. “Good,”
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Hermione apparently liked it more than she had let on.
The next morning, spurred on by the fact that Ron had given him a blow job, Harry was much more willing to be physical. It was a miracle they weren’t snogging all morning, honestly. But with every kiss he and Ron had, he could see Hermione out of the corner of his eye, staring at them in rapt attention.
Around mid-afternoon, he decided to push her.
“That treacle tart was amazing,” Harry groans, flopping on the bed. They had gone downstairs for lunch. He wanted to make an effort to go down, at least for meals.
“I’m glad you finally had some,” Hermione laughs, curling up in her spot, already reaching for a book.
“I think my mum just about fainted when you asked for a piece,” Ron laughs, shutting the door behind them. Harry can hear him mutter a silencing spell, just in case. He rolls on his back and reaches out for Ron, pulling him on top of him. “Well, hello,”
“Hi,” Harry grins cheekily, reaching up to kiss him. He leans into Ron’s ear. “Just roll with it,”
Ron looks at him curiously, and Harry flicks his eyes up to Hermione, pretending to read. He looks down at Harry with a grin and dives in for a kiss. He lets it get hot and heavy, being sure to jerk his ups into Ron, just how he likes it.
“Mmm fuck, baby,” Ron moans, maybe a little exaggerated.
There’s a squeak. Harry grins. Ron goes to look at Hermione, but he drags him back down. A hand slides under Harry’s shirt, on the side, facing Hermione, probably exposing his skin to her. Then, just to see, he lifts up a little, pushing on Ron’s hip, and he gives in, flipping them over. Harry straddles Ron, making sure to grind against him as they kiss.
Another squeak.
Finally, he looks up, giving Hermione a smirk. “Alright, Mi? We can go shower if you’re uncomfortable,”
“No!” she gasps quickly, then slaps her hand over her mouth. Harry looks down at Ron knowingly. “I mean, um, no, it’s fine, I’m fine, but you can do whatever,”
“Alright,” Harry shrugs. He dives back into Ron’s lips, his boyfriend eager to play this little game with him. This time, he pushes Ron’s shirt up a little higher, angling them so Hermione can just catch sight of their hips.
There’s a flip of a page and another, too close together.
“Maybe we should go shower?” Ron suggests in a low tone, and Harry crooks an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah?” Harry asks, unsure if he’s serious or trying to get a rise from Hermione.
Her breath hitches, and Ron grins.
“Yeah,” he moans. “Want to do what I did yesterday,”
It’s Harry’s breath that hitches now. “Really?”
“All the way, though,” he murmurs, grabbing Harry’s ass. “All the way in,”
“Mmm, I wouldn’t mind that,” Harry sighs, leaning into Ron’s touch. Then, in a tad quieter voice, as if he doesn’t actually want Hermione to hear, he adds, “Your mouth is divine, baby,”
It’s barely audible, but he hears it. A moan.
“Are you gonna kneel on the shower floor for me?” Harry asks, grinding his hips down again. “Pin me to the tile while you suck me off?”
“Bloody hell, Harry,” Ron mutters.
He glances up and meets Hermione’s big brown eyes, filled with lust. “Caught you,”
“Harry!” she shrieks, and he laughs, rolling off Ron. She throws her book off to the side and grabs her curls in annoyance. “You little- you-”
“Yes?” he asks mischievously, crawling up the bed to sit in front of her.
“You did that on purpose!” she exclaims.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I did. Was it too much?”
“No,” she blushes. “I- it was… I’m…”
“You really did a number on her,” Ron snickers.
“Oh, shut it, Ronald,” she hisses in annoyance.
“Oh, come on, honey,” he pouts. “We’re just teasing you,”
She softens. “I know,”
Harry cups her face. “Do you want some attention?”
“M-m-me?” she stutters. He glances down at the book she had tossed aside, and she watches, turning bright red as his eyes scan the cover. “It’s for research!”
“What is it?” Ron asks.
Harry turns and waggles his eyebrows at him. “It’s a sex book,”
“Ooo, really?” Ron laughs, standing up to see the title. Hermione snatches it up and tucks it under her pillow before he can see.
“Well, I have no idea how to- I thought-” she stammers, but Ron cuts her off with a kiss.
“It’s okay, love,” he laughs. “We’re not surprised. You do this with everything,”
“It’s why we love you,” Harry grins. He rolls back on the mattress inviting her to lay down next to him.
She blushes and scoots down next to him, rolling to face him. She gasps when Ron lays down behind her, pinning her between them. She stares into Harry’s eyes, and he can tell she’s freaking out.
“Hermione,” he says softly. “You’re safe. We’ll stop anytime you want,”
“Promise?”
“We promise,” Ron assures her.
“We just want to take care of you,” Harry murmurs, grabbing her leg to hitch it over his own. Ron grabs her hair, pulls it back, and kisses her neck. Harry attacks her mouth, letting his hands travel all over her arse that he loves so much. Occasionally, he brushes against Ron, which causes him to moan and Hermione to shudder. Eventually, she relaxes and begins to lean into it. Harry brings his leg up in between hers, pressing against her firmly.
“Mmm, Harry,” she moans, grinding into him.
“That’s it,” he says softly. “That’s my good girl,”
She freezes at those words, staring at him intensely. “I- what?”
Ron chimes in, sneaking a hand around to brush against her breast. “Such a good girl for us,”
She squeaks, and Harry swears he can feel her pants soak through.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Harry encourages. “Just relax, take a breath,”
She sucks in a deep breath, forcing her body to relax between them.
“There we go,” he coos at her, capturing her lips again. He sneaks his hand in between them and grinds his knuckles in between her legs. She moans, bucking into him. He continues the motion, but it only seems to make her frustrated.
“More,” she finally begs, pulling away to gasp for air. “Please, Harry, more,”
He hesitates, and Ron steps in, hooking his fingers around her waistband. He pauses momentarily to see if she’ll stop him, but she doesn’t, and he tugs off her jeans.
“Fuck,” Ron groans, and Harry agrees. Her underwear is absolutely soaked. Harry dives back in, pressing his hand against the damp fabric, making her moan.
“A little lower,” she begs, and he obliges, making her arch her back into Ron. “Mm, shit, how are you so- ohh fuck I love you,”
Harry grins. “Love you too,”
He plays with her until he seems to find the exact rhythm that makes her moan the most. He keeps it up, occasionally changing it to surprise her but always returning to that speed.
“Ah, ah,” she finally squeaks. “I’m gonna- I-”
“Let go, baby,” he encourages. “Be a good girl for me. You can cum,”
“FUCK!” she finally screams out, spasming and then collapsing between them. Ron stares at Harry in awe and envy. "You, Harry Potter, are something else,” Hermione mutters, still lusty but annoyed.
He suddenly feels very sheepish. “I guess that wasn’t very taking things slow of us. Sorry, Mi.”
“Is okay,” she slurs. “Needed to chill out,”
“Where’d you learn that mate?” Ron asks, still fixated.
Harry rolls his eyes. “Don’t think you want to know,” he says pointedly.
“Ah,” Ron grimaces. “Right,”