Just a Dream
Ron slammed the door shut behind him when they got home.
“What the hell were you thinking, Hermione? Malfoy is such a git! I can’t believe you!” he fumed, pacing back and forth across the room.
“It’s not like dueling him in the middle of the street would have been any better!” Hermione countered. “There’s no point in escalating conflict before we know we’re being attacked. You know I’m right about this. And I know he’s a git.” She crossed her arms, glaring at Ron.
“I just don’t understand why he’d talk to us. He’s literally tried to kill me! I wish I’d decked him in the face,” Harry said bitterly, fists clenched.
“I wish you had,” Ron muttered.
“You can’t just go around hitting people. That’s not a way to solve problems,” Hermione snapped.
“He must be up to something,” Harry said.
“You always think Malfoy’s up to something,” Hermione sighed wearily.
“Well, I’m usually right!”
“Stop being so defensive!”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Look, let’s please not fight about this now. Ron and I will skip our workout tomorrow morning so we can all talk about it then.”
Ron wasn’t too pleased about skipping the gym. He liked working out with Harry - it reminded him of quidditch training back when they were on the Gryffindor team together. Except this was better, because instead of forcing himself not to stare at Harry’s sweaty, muscled body, he could look all he wanted. And touch. And fuck in the shower afterwards. He sighed, momentarily savoring how water droplets stuck to Harry’s dark eyelashes in the shower, and how divine it felt to have Harry on his knees on the tiled floor.
Later that evening, Hermione sat in bed reading, as per usual. Harry and Ron slipped under the covers beside her, with Harry in the middle. They’d found this was the best sleeping arrangement. Harry’s frequent nightmares often woke him, and this way the others could take turns holding him and making sure he was okay.
Harry woke suddenly in the dead of the night. Ron and Hermione were still asleep. He racked his brain for the reason he’d woken up. It couldn’t be the usual nightmares, because he didn’t have the same twisting, haunted feelings of fear and anxiety that accompanied them. With a jolt, he remembered the dream, and an uncomfortable mix of shame and arousal came to his attention. I had a sex dream about Malfoy, he groaned internally. He reached down to rub his hard cock and rolled over so that he was spooning Ron. Harry breathed in his lover’s familiar woodsy scent, scooching closer to press his erection against Ron’s ass. He was about to fall back asleep when Hermione tapped him on the shoulder.
“Harry? You alright?” she whispered. He rolled over again to face her.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Wasn’t a nightmare, it was just - nevermind,” he said. He reached out to touch her soft curls. Hermione wrapped an arm around his waist so she could rub his back.
“Tell me.” Even in the quietest whisper, she clearly meant this as a command.
Harry covered his face with his hands. “I had a sex dream about Malfoy,” he mumbled. Oh god, what would she think of him? Surely he was in for a telling off. But to his surprise, Hermione’s eyes widened, and she bit her lip. She pushed his hands away from his face and leaned over to whisper in his ear. He shivered as her lips brushed his skin.
“He looked hot today, didn’t he?” she breathed, excited to see Harry’s reaction. He didn’t disappoint. She could practically see the exclamation points running through his mind.
“Er, yes, but - what? Since when do you..?” Harry stammered. He looks so cute when he’s all blushy and caught off guard like this, Hermione thought. She pulled him close, draped her leg over his, and kissed him. She heard a low, desperate moan from the back of his throat. Harry cupped her face in his hands to deepen the kiss and felt her grind up against him. When she realized how hard he was, she reached down to stroke his cock. He barely lasted a minute after getting so worked up from the dream. Hermione licked a drop of his cum off of her hand before using a cleaning spell to take care of the rest of it. Harry kissed his way down her body until his face was between her legs. She grabbed his hair and pushed his face against her wet pussy. He eagerly licked and sucked in the way he knew she liked, and was rewarded by feeling her thighs shake on either side of him before she gushed with wetness, gasping as she came. They fall back asleep with Harry resting his head on her belly.
Harry felt wracked with guilt the next morning. It was one thing to share his fantasy about Malfoy with Hermione, especially in the dead of night when they were half asleep, but he was worried that Ron would take it badly. But, Harry reflected, Ron had matured a lot over the years, and it was possible that he’d understand it was just a dream.