Day Twenty-Nine
“Are you sure this is allowed?” Hermione asks nervously.
“I got it all cleared at work this morning,” Ron assures her.
Regulus smiles. “I appreciate your concern, Hermione, but Andy is family. I’ll be just fine,”
Harry hugs his dad. “You sure you don’t want me to come?”
“Worriers the lot of you,” he chuckles, hugging him back. “It’ll be good for me,”
“Alright,” Harry says. “Give Teddy a hug for me,”
“Will do,” he winks, stepping back into the fireplace. “Tonks Residence!”
With a flash of green and a puff of smoke, Regulus vanishes, leaving the three of them choking on the ashes.
“Not that I’m not fine with him being here… but I’m happy to have the two of you to myself,”
“Ron!” Hermione chides, though there's a flush in her cheeks.
“What?” he teases, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Don’t you want me to snog you in the kitchen?”
“Well, I-”
“If you don’t want him, hand him over,” Harry grins, grabbing Ron by the back of his neck and kissing him hard. Hermione gives a playful huff, making Harry laugh. He kisses her lightly before wandering over to the stove.
“You know you’re making enough to feed an army, love,” Ron teases. “Again,”
Harry huffs. “It’s in my blood, you’re not allowed to tease me about it anymore,”
“I’m just saying!”
“Right, well if you don’t want it, then-”
“Yes, yes, we do!” Ron says quickly.
“Alright, well then, get some plates,” he laughs. “It’s done,”
“I like this,” Hermione sighs once they settle into the breakfast nook with their plates. “Eating dinner together was always important to my parents. Regardless of what was going on,”
“I like it too,” Harry says, eyeing Ron at the mention of her parents.
Ron gives him a head shake as if to say, ‘Don’t ask about them.’
“I saw that,” she says softly. “It’s fine, we can talk about it,”
“We don’t have to,” Harry says quickly. “Unless you need to,”
She pauses for a moment. “I sent a letter to the international portkey department… well, person. They’re a bit busy at the moment, but they’ll let me know once it’s open to non-ministry officials,”
“Really? That’s great!”
“Did you want to go sooner? I’m sure I could-”
“No, Harry, that’s fine,” she smiles tightly. “I still don’t feel ready, but I’ve at least started,”
He reaches across the table and takes her hand. “I’m proud of you,”
She smiles at him gently, squeezing his hand. “Thanks,”
“You know this week was almost ordinary,” Ron says. “At this rate of decline, in another month, we’ll be as normal as muggles,”
Harry snorts. “Yeah, until trials start, and then we’re going to be rolled out like a museum exhibit three times a week,”
“Oh right… maybe a year then,”
“I don’t think I’m cut out for a normal life anymore,” Hermione jokes. “Can you imagine how little we’d have to talk about?”
Harry laughs. “It is shocking how many things ordinary people can talk about and none of it means anything. I mean, do you know how many dinner conversations I had to listen to Uncle Vernon talk about drills?”
“Seriously?” Hermione giggles. “That sounds dreadful,”
Ron frowns. “What’s a drill?”
“It’s a sort of pointy thing you use to build stuff or hang things on walls,” Harry tries to explain. “It pushes these twisty things called screws into walls and stuff,”
“And he thought wizards were the odd ones?” he asks. The genuine confusion on his face sends Harry and Hermione into a fit of giggles. “What?” he asks helplessly as they laugh at him.
“Nothing, love, nothing,” Hermione laughs, wiping a tear from her eye. “It’s just… it is a bit ridiculous when you try to explain it,”
“It is! I mean, sticking charms are much easier,”
“Well, it’s not really an equivalent. If you want the muggle version of a sticking charm, then-”
“Just leave it, Mi,” Harry chuckles. “He’s right anyways,”
“I suppose so,”
“No, no, I want to know!”
“Well, there’s this-”
Harry listens in amusement as Hermione spends the rest of dinner trying to explain to Ron how muggles decorate and build furniture, even though it’s really pointless. He doesn’t miss the way that Ron is earnestly listening, though, another evidence of how much he’s changed. By the time they’re done cleaning up the kitchen, they’re arguing about the proper way to paint a wall.
“Oi,” he finally laughs. “As much as I love listening to you two argue about literal paint drying, there is a bed upstairs, and we are not in it,”
Ron rounds on him with an impish grin. “Oh yeah?”
“Unless you’re planning on enjoying our night alone here?” Harry raises an eyebrow, gesturing at the kitchen.
His boyfriend steps closer, placing a hand on his hip and pushing him back against the counter. “And what if I am?” he murmurs, sending bolts of anticipation through Harry’s body. Suddenly the kitchen seems like a perfectly fine place to spend the evening.
Harry wraps a fist in Ron’s shirt, forcing his lips down to his own. He wraps his arms around Ron’s neck as they sink deeper, reveling in the way his hands grip at Harry’s waist. He gasps when he’s suddenly lifted, Ron depositing him on the kitchen counter and deepening the kiss so much that his head bangs against the cupboard behind him.
An amused hum breaks them from their stupor, making both of them look at Hermione. She leans against the opposite counter, watching them with both enthrallment and lust. “Don’t stop on my account,” she laughs lightly. “I don’t mind the view,”
“Oh no,” Harry grins. “It’s supposed to be my turn to watch, remember?”
Her cheeks turn pink, clearly caught off guard. “Oh?”
Ron winks at Harry before pulling away, turning instead to cross the short gap to Hermione’s space. He presses his palms against the counter on either side of her, towering over her. He leans down and whispers something in her ear that Harry can’t hear but he’s pretty sure he can guess by the small whimper that escapes her lips.
Ron grabs her hand and starts tugging her towards the hall and upstairs. Harry slides off the counter and follows them, his whole body thrumming with anticipation. By the time he reaches them upstairs, they’re in the thick of it, clothes flying across the bedroom. He strips off his own clothes and settles himself against the headboard, lazily stroking himself. Hermione’s face is flushed, worked up already by what he assumes is Ron’s fingers.
“Look who finally made it up the stairs,” Ron grins, tilting Hermione’s chin up so she can look at Harry. She lets out a whimper when she sees him.
“I was two steps behind you!” Harry rolls his eyes. He holds his hands out to Hermione. “Come here, love,”
Ron lets her crawl up to him, and she kisses him eagerly, her hands running through his hair. “Hold on,” she says breathlessly. She leans over him to grab one of her hair ties off the nightstand before using it to tie his hair back. She takes his glasses off and places them on the nightstand. “There you are,” she says gently, pressing a kiss to his scar.
“Do you really like it that much?” he laughs, noticing the way Ron is staring at him now.
“Yes,” Ron mumbles, his cheeks turning pink.
Hermione cuts off any reply with another kiss, sinking her tongue into his mouth. He reaches around to grab her cheeks, pulling her firmly into his lap. She moans into his mouth as he guides her against his cock, rubbing against her folds. The bed shifts, and he can feel Ron drawing closer, his hands slipping between their bodies for what he assumes is Hermione’s nipples. Instead, Ron’s fingers brush against his own, and he gasps, shocked at the sensation.
“Need it,” Hermione finally gasps, pulling away from Harry’s lips. She leans her head back against Ron’s chest. “Need you,”
“I’m right here,” he teases, kissing her forehead.
She rolls her eyes. “You two are- Harry!”
Harry flips her around, pulling her against his chest and gently tugging her knees apart. “Should we see if you’re ready for him?” he murmurs in her ear, gently sliding a finger into her.
“Please!” she begs, squirming under his fingers.
Her head slams back against his shoulder, giving him access to the long expanse of her neck. Ron leans forward to kiss her mouth, one hand balancing himself against the headboard, the other sliding into the base of Harry’s hair and tugging. The heat between their three bodies is searing, a desperation to their movements that they’ve never quite had before.
Between them, Harry returns his hands to Hermione’s knees and pulls them apart. “All yours, baby,”
Ron groans in appreciation, lips never fully leaving Hermione’s. “You ready for me, honey?”
“Please,” she begs.
Ron leans forward, sinking into Hermione slowly. She tenses a little, and Harry rubs small circles into her thigh to soothe her. “Take a breath, love,”
She takes a deep breath, and it’s clearly the ticket because she and Ron both melt in ecstasy.
“Fuck, baby,” Ron moans. “You feel so good,”
“Of course she does. She’s our good girl, isn’t she?”
“Mm, move Ron, please,” she whimpers, rocking her hips up a little.
Ron obliges her, and the thrusts push Hermione back and forth against Harry, making him moan. He reaches a hand up and grabs Ron’s chin, guiding him down to kiss him over Hermione’s shoulder. She whimpers between them, and Harry grins against Ron’s mouth, knowing how much she loves watching.
“Are you going to cum, baby?” Harry teases, nipping lightly at Ron’s jaw. “Are you going to cum in our pretty girl?”
“Bloody hell, Harry,” Ron groans. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up,”
“What about you, Mi? Do you want to cum?”
“Please, so close,” she whines. Harry swiftly moves his hand to her clit, making her cry out as she tips over the edge.
“Good girl,” he murmurs in her ear, working her through it.
“Oh fuck,” Ron gasps as she cums around him. Hermione gasps as he thrusts a little faster into her, but it only takes a minute more before he gives a shout, his hips stilling as he finishes. She squirms between their bodies, whining at the sensation.
Harry presses a kiss to her temple. “Does it feel good, baby girl? Being all filled up?”
Her eyes widen at the question, and she shrinks into his chest bashfully. “Yes,” she squeaks.
“What’d you think, baby?” he teases Ron.
He presses a hard kiss to Hermione’s lips, making her squeak. “You feel so good, sweetheart. Such a good girl,”
She leans her head back against Harry’s chest and he turns her chin to capture her lips in his. Suddenly, she whimpers, and he glances up to see Ron pulling out. He rolls off them, and to the side, his breath still labored.
“You think you could be an extra good girl for me?” he murmurs against her mouth. “Think you can take a little more?”
She bites her lip and nods eagerly. “I want you,”
“That’s my girl,” he grins, kissing her briefly. He hoists her off his lap and onto the bed, laying her down next to Ron, who props himself up eagerly to watch. He lines himself and sinks into her easily. “Oh fuck, Mi,”
“Oh my god,” Hermione moans.
He takes a moment to let them both adjust before pulling out again, relishing in how easy it is this time. He starts slowly, not wanting to hurt her. Then his head is tilted up, and Ron is kissing him, causing Hermione to moan beneath them.
“I think you can go a little faster, baby,” Ron murmurs, glancing down at Hermione. “I want to watch you fuck our good girl,”
He glances down at his girlfriend. “Mi?”
“Please,” she whines. “More,”
He obliges her instantly, letting go of some of his control, snapping his hips against hers. His lips meet Ron’s again, and he sinks into the kiss, falling deeper into the cloudy haze settling in his mind. He feels fingers slide between their bodies, and Hermione’s following cry lets him know they’re Ron’s, bringing her closer to another orgasm.
“Come on, baby,” he murmurs, nipping at Harry’s lip. “Cum inside her, I bet she’s going to feel so full with both of us in her,”
It’s enough to send him hurtling towards a finish, one hard enough that he swears he’s seeing stars. “Fucking hell, Ronald,” he groans, his hips stilling against Hermione’s. She lets out a tiny whimper, and he realizes that Ron’s fingers are still circling her clit, holding her on the brink.
“Come on baby, don’t tease her,” His voice is still broken by his labored breathing.
“I’d never!”
“Please, please, please,” she begs.
It’s only another moment of Hermione’s sexed-out babbling before her back arches off the bed, and she’s pulsing around Harry’s cock, making him groan in a last dredge of pleasure. “Fuck baby, you feel so good when you cum,”
She collapses back to the bed, her curls matted to her forehead with sweat. “Out, out, out,” she pleads.
He slides out of her as delicately as he can, collapsing back onto the bed. He tucks a leg over hers, Ron mimicking on the other side. They lay there for a while, all too tired to say anything or move.
“Wow,” Hermione finally says, the words coming in a breath. “That was…”
“Uh huh,” Ron agrees.
Harry just hums, still feeling out of it. Then, feeling the need to be closer, Harry crawls over Hermione and plops on his stomach between them.
“You okay, honey?” Hermione asks.
“Mhmm,” he sighs, reveling in the warmth. “Feel cuddly now,”
Ron laughs and rolls onto his side, throwing an arm over him. “Poor baby, such a hard job being a top,”
“Oi, if someone else wants to step in, feel free,”
“Oh, yeah?” he teases. He grips Harry’s shoulder and rolls him back against his chest in a single swift motion, wrapping an arm around him to keep him there. His other hand reaches down to grab his dick. He moans as Ron slowly strokes him, surprised that he’s getting hard again. Distantly, he hears Hermione chuckling.
“How ‘bout now, baby?” Ron murmurs darkly, pressing small kisses up and down his neck.
“‘S good,” he mumbles.
Ron rocks his hips into him, making Harry whimper. He jerks against Ron’s hand, desperate for more, but he pins Harry further against his chest, teasing him with the slow pace. “You want more, baby?”
“Again?” he gulps.
He glances up at Hermione, who is grinning wildly. “Go on,” she teases. “I wouldn’t mind a show,”
“Okay, yeah,” he croaks out. Ron’s hand switches to his ass and presses into him. He groans at the intrusion, letting his head fall to the mattress.
“Here, let me help,” Hermione says softly. She places a hand on his hip and mutters a spell. Suddenly, he feels a weird tingle, and then Ron’s finger is sliding in easier.
“Did you just do wandless magic?” Ron gapes at her. “AND a lube spell?”
“Maybe,” she smirks, clearly proud of herself.
“Ron,” Harry groans. “Ron, please,”
“Shit, sorry, baby,” he mutters, kissing his cheek in apology. He finger fucks him slowly before adding a second, gently stretching him open. “You’re doing so good, baby,”
Harry flushes at the praise, suddenly understanding why Hermione likes it so much. “More,”
“I think you can ask a little nicer,” he teases.
“Please, baby,” he begs. “Please, I want you to fuck me, please,”
“Roll over,” Ron growls.
Harry flips onto his front, cheek pressed against the cool sheets, shivering with anticipation. He doesn’t have to wait long before he feels Ron pressing into him, whimpering at the stretch. Ron barely gives him a moment to adjust before he starts to fuck him in fast, hard strokes, each one rubbing against him deliciously.
“You feel so good, baby,” Ron mutters in his ear. “Can you believe we could have been doing this for years?”
Harry moans at the thought.
“Would you have liked that, baby?” Ron growls with a particularly vicious thrust. “In the dorms. Or maybe in the locker room showers after we stayed late at quidditch practice?”
“Fuck, yes,”
“What if ‘Mione had come looking for us?” he murmurs. “What do you think would have happened, huh? Would she have watched like she is now?”
Harry turns to see Hermione’s face and sees that she’s drinking them in with both amusement and lust. Ron’s fingers dig into his hips and pull him up further, and he gasps at the change in angle. If he was seeing stars earlier, he’s seeing galaxies now.
“Ron,” he begs. “I’m close…”
“Go ahead, baby,” he encourages, both picking up his pace and reaching down to stroke him to completion.
Harry finishes with a shout, all but collapsing in Ron’s grasp. He feels utterly spent, but Ron continues to fuck him, drawing out his pleasure until he finishes himself.
“You did so good, baby,” Ron praises as he pulls out. “Such a good boy for me,”
Harry freezes at the words. “Wha-what? What did you call me?”
Ron spins him onto his back gently, frowning at his confusion. “A good boy? Sorry, I thought you might like it because of ‘Mione, but if you-”
A ball of emotion lodges itself in Harry’s chest.
“Harry?” Hermione asks, scooting closer and brushing a stray curl off his forehead. “Honey, what’s wrong?”
He doesn’t know how to explain how he’s feeling, only that it’s a lot. “I- I- can you say it again?”
Ron cups his face, studying him closely. “You’re my good boy,”
“Fuck,” he gasps, reaching up to draw Ron into a hug he can bury his face in. “Sorry, I don’t know why-”
“It’s okay, love,” Hermione assures him. “You’re alright,”
Ron glances at Hermione nervously, and he realizes they’re worried he’ll ghost. “I’m here,” he mumbles. “Just feeling a lot,”
He shushes him gently. “It’s okay, baby. Just be a good boy and let us take care of you, alright? We’ll get you cleaned up,”
The little ball of emotion in his chest tightens. Part of him is screaming that they couldn’t possibly be talking about him, and the other part is sobbing in relief. “I’ll be good,” he murmurs.
“Of course you will,” Hermione coos, brushing a hand against his cheek. “You’re always good for us, love,”
“Come on,” Ron says, helping him into a sitting position. “Let’s get cleaned up, then we can cuddle,”
He feels like a puppet, letting them guide him through the motions of their usual post-sex shower. By the time he gets out, he feels the emotional fog lifting, leaving him more clear-headed. He knows they’re still a bit worried bout him, but they don’t press further until they’re bundled in bed together. Sometimes, he feels bad about always wanting to be in the middle, but right now, he’s too comfortable and cozy to care.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Hermione asks softly.
He sighs. “I don’t know what to say,”
Ron snuggles into his back, draping his arm across his waist. “We just want to make sure you’re okay,”
“Not gonna ghost,” he says grumpily.
“That’s not what we’re talking about,” Hermione frowns. “You just had a pretty big emotional drop post-sex, which can happen. We’re worried about that,”
“Oh,”
“And it’s fine that you did,” Ron adds hastily. Then, a little more hesitantly. “You’re still our good boy,”
His breath catches around the ball in his chest again. “I don’t know what it was, it just… surprised me, I guess,”
“Do you want us to use that still?” Hermione asks. “Or is it too triggering?”
“I- what? Triggering?”
“Yeah, sometimes things can trigger bad memories or feelings. If that’s one of them-”
“No,” he says quickly. “No, it was- it was good, I think. I… I want you to say it,”
“Okay,” she smiles softly. “Do you-”
“‘Mione,” Ron cuts her off. “I think we’ve unpacked it enough for one night,”
“Did I ruin our night?” Harry frowns. They both jolt up, looking at him with concern.
“Of course not!”
“No, baby, why would you even think that?”
He shrinks into the bed a little. “Just- made everything weird and heavy,”
“Sex releases a lot of emotions,” Hermione assures him. “And we all have a lot of them to begin with. I’m sure it’ll happen to the both of us eventually,”
“And we don’t care anyways,” Ron adds. “We love you and all your emotions,”
“Promise?”
Ron grabs his hand and holds it up, tapping his ring finger. “Til we’re a hundred and seventy-two,”
“You know you keep making that number bigger,” Harry laughs.
“Well, I want you to be stuck with me longer,” he grins. “Both of you,”
“Well, you know what’s not going to be long is how much sleep we get if we keep yapping,” Hermione says, snuggling back into Harry’s chest. “And tomorrow is… well, it’s a big day,”