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Part I here

Hermione has a hand on the back of my head and one on the back of Harry’s. She doesn’t push us, but only feels us getting close.

 

Harry is only inches away from me. His eyes are dark and lusty. His chest rises and falls quickly. I think I can actually see his heart pounding. It just seems right to put my hand on his chest to comfort that wild beating there.

 

He mirrors my movement and rests a hand on my chest. It makes me jump-- with pleasure or anxiety; I’m not sure.

 

Then our lips meet. Hermione makes that sound again, and I feel it in my cock. I want to do anything that gives her that reaction.

 

Harry and I kiss again and again, until it starts to feel natural. It moves into slightly sucking on each other’s lips. I can hear Hermione’s intake of breath. Then Harry’s mouth opens and I follow him and our tongues meet.

 

I hope his eyes are closed like mine are.

 

I live for Hermione’s kiss, but Harry’s is not disappointing. Somehow he tastes just like I would have thought, and his mouth and his hand on my chest are hot.

 

I’ve never imagined kissing a bloke before. Hermione can kiss soft or strong, she’s always been good at it.

 

Harry’s mouth is just stronger. He’s got a man’s jaw, a strong tongue, and his mouth moves like mine. It’s all war and passion between our tongues. But he’s still tender though. I still feel like I need to be gentle with him, just like Hermione. All and all, as pleasing Hermione goes, if kissing Harry is what she wants, I won’t complain.

 

I pull away when I realize my hard-on is poking against Harry. He’s still wearing his jeans, so at the very least it’s just not fair. I’ve been completely naked and hard in front of him for minutes now.

 

Hermione and I move together to free Harry from his jeans. I’ve seen him naked nearly every day of our lives together: in the dorms, the shower rooms, the locker room, my room at the Burrow.

 

Never hard though. If I saw any other bloke’s erection I’m sure I would giggle myself silly, but Harry’s? Damn if he’s not just too good looking. I mean, I’ve never given much thought to what attraction there is in a willy, but Harry’s is just, well, pretty.

 

Hermione is admiring him too. Of course, she’s never seen Harry starkers before. I would think she’d be a little shyer, but she doesn’t look it. She looks pleased.

 

I put my arm around her waist, another on her breast and kiss her again. Then I join her perusal of our best friend, my cheek against hers. “Like what you see, Love?”

 

“Oh yes,” she nods and looks at me happily, taking hold of his hand. “I feel very lucky.”

 

“What are you two on about?” Harry asks quietly.

 

“Not a thing, Mate, stand proud,” I say lightly, taking his other hand in mine.

 

Now he’s eyeing me. Ok, I’ve been naked in front of Harry loads of times, but he’s actually looking right at it. I know he’s comparing, because, well, I did.

 

“You don’t look so different than me,” he says casually. “You have nice color.”

 

Shit, now I am blushing. He just complimented my cock.

 

Hermione pulls us back to the center of the bed.

 

I’m aching so badly, I just don’t think I can wait. But there are two of us, and I don’t want to hurt her. I’m not exactly sure how we should go about doing this.

 

Hermione seems to know what to do. I wonder if she’s actually given this some thought. And that thought makes me throb again.

 

She reclines against the pillows in the center of the bed and beckons us to her. We lay on either side of her. I lean down to kiss her. Harry joins me in running our free hands up and down her body, both of us kissing her mouth, her neck, and her breasts.

 

Neither of us can help but allow ourselves a pacifying stroke every now and then.

 

Nothing wrong with that is there? I wouldn’t mind if she did the same thing.

 

Oh Merlin, she just did!

 

“Ron,” Hermione groans while I’m sucking on the pulse under her jaw. “Let’s love Harry first… the traditional way for his first time. I think.”

 

I grin at her and agree. I think she is rather pleased to have the chance to deflower a virgin. That bit of naughty in her turns me on.

 

I wonder what else she’s looking forward to. I can’t wait to find out.

 

“Harry, let Ron show you,” she tells him gently, touching his face.

 

“Yes, Love,” he answers obediently and kisses her.

 

Is he putting us on with the obedient act or is he really that eager? Doesn’t matter really, I like it.

 

I run my hand down her stomach and over her dark hair. Harry’s hand follows mine. She parts her legs for us. My heart jumps.  Harry reacts too.

 

We take turns touching her, but he is so hesitant. Hermione makes a whiney little moan that I know means she wants more.

 

“Like this,” I say ,as I align my hand over his. He lets me lead as we run our combined middle fingers through her folds and dip deep inside of her. We all groan together now.

 

We take our time for  several minutes with her. Harry is starting to pay attention to Hermione’s sounds and movements, and he’s responding to what she likes and what she wants more of.

 

I can’t help myself, I have to lean down and taste her. I run my tongue over her clit. She moans, and I feel her small fingers run through my hair. His hand joins hesr in my hair too.

 

I hope Harry’s watching what I do closely, because I can’t wait to see him go down on her. He’s gonna love it. After all he’s done for the Wizarding World, he never got a hero’s return like this.

 

“Don’t stop, Ron…Harry,” Hermione says breathlessly. “I’m so close.”

 

I pull back just enough to guide Harry’s hand back to her. I have to stroke myself a few times too, I’m straining with need. I don’t think Harry dares touch his own cock now, he’s got to be close.

 

Harry’s slides his fingers gently in and out of her while I suck her. The wet sounds we are making with her sound positively primal.

 

Harry’s instincts are good and he quickens his movements. I think I might actually be proud of him.

 

“Oh – yes…So good…  love you… both, oh!”  She speaks incoherent words at us as the pressure in her mounts, and Harry and I both feel her body tighten and buck while she calls out to us. I grab Harry’s wrist to still his movement within her and I continue to suck on her very lightly as we feel her come underneath us. Into my mouth. Onto Harry’s fingers. Brilliant.

 

The energy in the room slowly calms, as does Hermione’s breathing.

 

“Was that… did you… she?” Harry is tries to ask. I remember the first time I saw Hermione come, it was amazing.

 

“Hermione’s bloody amazing orgasm? Yeah,” I say, maybe with too much confidence.

 

Harry looks pretty pleased with himself too.

 

He’s stroking the inside of her thigh, just because he can do it. I don’t blame him. I wonder what he’ll think of those thighs when they’re wrapped around his waist?

 

Hermione sits up and kisses me, not giving me any warning before she grabs my cock and strokes me firmly. She likes toying with me. I deserve it.

 

“Thank you,” she whispers in my ear, before sucking my earlobe into her mouth. I love it when she thanks me for bringing her off. “It’s time for him now,” she whispers again.

 

Releasing me, she turns to Harry. “Thank you, Harry, that felt wonderful.” He is spared a response by her kiss and she takes him in hand next, but she just holds his cock gently, only squeezing a little. Smart girl, she knows he won’t last long.

 

“Come here, Love.” Hermione pulls him until he is kneeling in front of her, between her open legs. She lays back and Harry gasps at the sight of her laid out underneath him. She is a sight.

 

I lay right up close to her side, I can’t keep myself from kissing and touching her.

 

“You can lay on her Harry, she can hold you,” I tell him. He cautiously and awkwardly lays on top of her. He props himself on his elbows. I think some of this is just instinct for a bloke. Or he’s been watching us more than I thought.

 

Harry and I kiss her, every place we can reach, and I’m amazed but glad we haven’t bumped heads yet. I figure, he and I always predict each other’s movements, whether we are in battle or playing Quidditch, so making love shouldn’t be that different.

 

Hermione snakes her hand down between them and I’m overwhelmed with wanting to help make it happen too. She and I both take Harry’s cock in hand. He lifts just enough while we slide the head of it through her wetness and then position him just right.

 

“But what about the charm?” he asks her with a tight voice. What did he say? Why the hell is he thinking of charms at a time like this?

 

“No need, I take the potion,” She answers him.

 

Oh. I’m a bastard again. She takes the contraception potion because I can never think of the charm when I’m where he is. Damn, he’s good.

 

Harry pushes into her, and I’ve never seen anything more remarkable. No, bloody fantastic.

 

The sounds of pleasure we make are already fabulous, but the look on Harry’s face!

 

He looks amazing, and Hermione gasps when she notices too. She and I exchange a look, and I know we are thinking the same thing.

 

We’re so glad to be his first. It seems only right that it should be this way. My love for them grows even more, if that’s possible.

 

He looks incredible, better than after he’s gone flying. We rarely get to see him look so content.

 

He slowly starts to move, making slow, shallow thrusts. The whimpering moans he makes are perfect.

 

Hermione must think so too, because she leans up and sucks on his bottom lip and daringly runs her finger over the scar on his forehead. I have to touch his wet lip after she releases it, and he kisses my fingers.

 

I don’t know how he can hold out this long. My first time I blew it after a few seconds.

 

Hermione reaches to me and strokes me hard and fast while our kissing and caressing becomes urgent.

 

The room is filled with our panted groans and words of praise and affection for each other. I join Hermione’s free hand clutching Harry’s arse. I watch him flex and tense as he moves within her. They look perfect together, and my mind is flooded with the images of all the different ways we can make this happen.

 

Not tonight, of course. But we will. I want more than memories from this, I want forever.

 

I’m not sure I’ll ever enjoy anything as much this.

 

Harry’s movement increases, then becomes eratic. I wonder if I look like him when it builds. Feeling the tightness coming, tingling and sending bolts of pleasure throughout my body.

 

Hermione quickens the pace of her hand on my cock, and now I can feel it building in me.

 

I have to touch them when it happens. I cup one of Hermione’s breasts in one hand, and clutch the other on Harry’s strong, flexing arm. Hermione and I break our kiss, we want to see Harry while he comes.

 

He bows his head and his mouth opens, and he lets out a breathless groan.

 

“Look at us Harry,” I tell him. He opens his eyes and the blazing dark green that he reveals to us is too much. My climax hits me.  I come with him.

 

Bugger, fuck, yes! I forget to breathe or think. I can’t feel anything but pleasure. And I was just lying next to them.

 

Harry falls to Hermione’s side, and we all collapse together. Damp bodies, pounding hearts, and tangled limbs. 

 

Hermione sighs, “That was lovely.”

 

I smirk. Harry will learn. She always says that it’s ‘lovely.’

 

We lay like this for a long time afterwards. All three of us want be as close as possible.

 

Hermione and I spend a long time talking to Harry. We stroke his hair and face and kiss him lightly. We reassure him that it’s ok, that he belongs with us. There is no more going home for the holidays, we are home wherever we are together.

 

Hermione is better with the words than I am. But in time, he trusts. We’ve never let him down before. We love him.

 

Hermione and I don’t need words. We communicate enough with our eyes to know that this is what we both want. No regrets.

 

After our bodies cool and the lamplight is almost gone, we decide to move under the covers.

 

“Harry, sorry, we don’t have enough pillows,” I say. I mean it literally. I always say what I mean don’t I? I’m talking about ruddy pillows.

 

But he looks stricken anyway.

 

“Sure, right.” he says, “Goodnight then.”

 

“Harry! Don’t be a git,” I say, digging my wand from my trousers pocket on the floor. I summon his pillow from down the hall.

 

He looks a little sheepish. He should. Bloody moody wanker. Hermione giggles at us.

 

When it floats into the room I flick my wand and hurl the pillow at his head.

 

“Haven’t you been listening to us?” I say, “Now shut it, and get into bed.”

 

We have to get a bigger bed.

 

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