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fics_by_mapleTitle; Trio Tribute For RedBlaze
Pairing; Trio
Rating; NC-17
Warnings, trio, het, mild slash, language
A/N - This was written for my friend Kele, in the ron4redblaze comm. It is is tribute first, because hers was the first trio fic I ever let myself read. Second, all of her fic titles (at the time of writing) are mentioned in bold.
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Pairing; Trio
Rating; NC-17
Warnings, trio, het, mild slash, language
A/N - This was written for my friend Kele, in the
ron4redblaze comm. It is is tribute first, because hers was the first trio fic I ever let myself read. Second, all of her fic titles (at the time of writing) are mentioned in bold. ~^~^~^
I’m so excited to get home that I’m almost giddy. I actually have to take a deep breath and calm down before I Apparate just to make sure I don’t splinch myself. I haven’t had to do that in years. Git.
But I just can’t help it. I’ve been away on an Auror assignment for just over two weeks. Sixteen days to be exact – yes, I’ve been counting.
We couldn’t write to each other this time, but we still have our ways of communication. Harry’s ability to use Legilimency is strong now. I could feel his mind reaching out to me once a day. He’s only in my head long enough to make sure I’m still alive and well, but it’s comforting. I always feel a little stronger afterwards. I know he and Hermione feel better for another day too.
My heart has been aching to see my two best friends. I don’t need a big homecoming surprise. Just need to see them.
My body has been aching for Hermione. Every night I fell asleep dreaming of what we could do together. Every morning I had to do for myself. Gets the job done, but never good as the real thing.
I Apparate into the foyer of our house. It’s raining here I notice, a dark blue rain, and it’s darker than I expected. I always forget about the time zone change.
I don’t even have to open my eyes to know I’m home. I can smell it, smell them. Hermione’s flowery soap, Harry’s broom polish. And they’ve been cooking… I’ll have to cook them a proper breakfast in the morning. They’re useless cooks, probably burned every pot we have.
It’s tidy actually, Harry picks up after himself when I’m not around. But I still see shoes, and dishes, and books. All are signs of their presence here. My heart swells with one last urgent need to see them.
I unlace my boots and leave them by the door. Now my things are in the mix with theirs. Much better.
I walk up to the second floor, feeling anxious. I wonder who I will run into first. Harry’s room is dark and empty, so I continue on to Hermione’s and mine. There is low lamplight coming from the doorway.
There they are. The sight of them almost takes my breath away. I reckon most men would go round the bend seeing their best mate lying – spooning, next to their girl on their own bed.
Not me. I trust Harry. So does she.
I know they love each other. I’m also sure they are even attracted to each other. It’s different than what me and Hermione have, all fire and ice and intense, but still.
Seeing them lying together, well, it sounds poncey, but the best word I can think of, is beautiful. They are beautiful, separately and together.
They are fully dressed, even wearing socks, sleeping on top of the blanket, or duvet as Hermione calls it. Whatever.
The point is, in spite of the fact that they are best friends, and in love and attracted to each other, they’ve never been together.
I just know. Because I trust them, and I know they wouldn’t hurt me.
Maybe it would have hurt me when I was younger, when I was first with Hermione. Now, I don’t think it would bother me so much.
Maybe I’m a pervert, but I think it would be great to see them together. Or him with us, however that works.
I mean as long as I got to watch. I wouldn’t want to get left out. …. I wonder if that’s how Harry’s feels?
Hermione is sleeping; I can tell by her breathing. I almost thought Harry was sleeping too, until I realize where I his hand is. It’s not just innocently draped over her shoulder or waist. His hand his on her hip.
Her hip.
Hermione’s hip is damn sexy, and you can’t have your hand on it and not notice the curve back to her ample arse and not want to feel more.
Now I know for certain he’s awake. His eyes are closed and has his face tucked close to her neck. He’s not quite touching it, but I know what he’s doing-- I do it myself. He’s smelling her and imagining what her neck tastes like.
Harry’s middle finger runs a tiny circle over its spot, running slightly under the hem of her shirt.
Fuck, why is that so hot? Knowing that Harry wants her, but doesn’t make a move because she’s mine. It’s just - hot.
And I’m a bastard.
It’s time to put an end to this. I walk into the room, and as soon as I get close, Harry looks at me. He smiles at me. He looks happy to see me but moves his hand quickly to Hermione’s shoulder, giving her a squeeze to wake her up.
Hermione wakes and our eyes lock and she smiles at me and I smile at her and Harry smiles at us and I nearly leap onto the bed. I pull her into my arms and kiss her. Tenderly at first. Then I pull back and look at the beautiful face that knows me so well.
It’s good to be home.
I lean down and relish kissing her this time. Her lips are so soft, and she parts them, letting me taste her for the first time in too damn long.
We separate, very aware of Harry’s presence. She smiles at me, and I know she doesn’t want to be rude and carry on right next to Harry like this. We both look at him apologetically.
I think he looks embarrassed to have watched us. He doesn’t need to be though.
I wanted him to watch.
Bugger, I haven’t thought this through.
Harry smiles warmly, but I see the flicker of sadness in him. He assumes this is his cue for him to take his leave.
To go back to his own room. To leave us alone. To be alone.
“Glad you made it home, Mate,” he says to me, and starts to roll off the bed. Fuck!
“Hang on,” I say, thankful that my voice didn’t crack. He’s the Seeker, but I’m pretty quick myself. I reach over Hermione to quickly stop him, catching his hand.
I’m keenly aware that I’m holding Harry’s hand. Over the years I have wrestled with him, I have tended to his injuries, we’ve shared a bedroll too many times to count, hell, I’ve even punched him before…we don’t talk about that.
But now that I’m simply holding his hand… it feels, I guess it feels, intimate. And I’m a little troubled that it doesn’t trouble me that much.
I look at Hermione, and try not to look like I’m nervous at all. Like I’m entirely smooth… yeah right.
I let Harry’s hand and mine rest back down on her thigh. I hold Hermione’s cheek with my other hand and kiss her once more. I speak quietly, directly to her. I know Harry can hear of course, but I want it clear that I’m talking to her first.
“I love you. And I know Harry loves you too.” I hesitate, not quite sure how to make a speech like this. I don’t want to bollocks it up. “And we both love him, yeah?” She looks surprised but not concerned.
They both look at me curiously. Now I’m really feeling like a git.
She glances down at our hands, mine and Harry’s, and then up at me. She actually doesn’t look nervous at all. I think Harry might pass out though.
“You are right Ron. I love you both very much.” These are her first words to me in sixteen days, and she sounds so indescribably sexy and genuine that Hermione proclaiming love for our best friend doesn’t bother me a bit.”
I take a deep breath. Harry is listening, and this has to go just right or he’ll bolt.
“Will you let him be with us, make love with us too?” I ask her.
I know I don’t need to ask him. Why? Because he’s a bloke and a bloke doesn’t pass something like this up. Trust me.
She searches my eyes, to make sure I’m serious. To make sure I’m not drunk or under an Imperius curse. My expression must convince her, because she turns to Harry, who still looks gobsmacked and terrified. She puts her hand over top of his and mine resting on her thigh. Giving him a brief smile, she turns back to me.
“Yes,” she says, “But not as a game. Forever.”
My heart melts. Or explodes.
She is perfect! We don’t even know what exactly we are getting into, but a commitment to each other and to Harry isn’t hard to make. We probably should have done it a long time ago.
I look to Harry now. He looks slightly less terrified, but still cautious. I think he may have stopped breathing.
I’m pretty sure he’s the oldest virgin in the country. His fame has kept him from trusting women in the Wizarding World and he would never let himself shag randomly in the Muggle world.
He wants sex with love. Romantic git. But the only people he’s ever really loved is me and Hermione.
“Harry?” I say.
He’s trying to decide if this is really okay. I know it’s so hard for him to let go.
Those bloody Muggle relatives of his. They really did a number on his heart. He thinks everything is some trick of love. Even though he’s been with me and Hermione for longer than he was ever with them, you can’t take back the damage done to you when you’re a kid. Hacks me off.
“Are you, you sure?” he says slowly.
“Go on then, see for yourself,” I say.
He knows perfectly well what I’m inviting him to do, to enter my mind. It’s only a matter of perception for him. He squints with concentration and focuses on me. I feel him enter me -my mind that is, and I open up to him, showing him how much I honestly want to include him in us.
His focus fades from away from me, and he focuses on Hermione now. She raises her head,and I can tell by the sweet look on her face that she is letting Harry see her truest feelings as well.
He closes his eyes, dropping his head, and we both feel his hand tighten under ours. When he opens his eyes, there are tears in them.
Oh Fuck. I didn’t think this would happen. I thought this would relax him. I’m positive he was already randy for her when I came in here.
I didn’t think he’d cry. I can barely stand it when girls cry, let alone when a bloke cries. Harry.
But thank Merlin for Hermione.
She turns to face him more comfortably, and takes his face in her hands. She glances at me once more, just to be sure. I hope I’m not supposed to say anything because suddenly I’m not breathing.
Hermione kisses him tentatively on the cheek, then on the corner of his mouth, and then lightly on his lips.
It’s beautiful.
The kiss deepens. She’s moving slowly, but deliberately.
Harry is holding back. He’s scared.
I slide close behind Hermione and push her hair back to the side. I kiss the side of her neck while I reach my hand to the back of Harry’s head, running my fingers into his hair. It doesn’t feel off at all actually. I guess that’s something to hope for.
My hand must be encouragement enough because Harry finally gives in and lets himself kiss her. Fully. Open mouth and tongues and wetness.
And Oh. Buggering Gryffindors! It’s fucking hot. If I wasn’t hard ten seconds ago. I am now.
Hermione’s eyes fluttered open for a moment with surprise at his change. I’ve seen Harry kiss a few Birds before. He never looked all that comfortable with it. I vaguely remember him describing his first kiss as just ‘wet’.
I smirk, as I continue to suck on Hermione’s neck and watch them. I know she’ll change his mind about kissing. Kissing her is brilliant, and once you fully know what that gorgeous mouth of hers can do to you, you appreciate her kisses even more.
I have to lean back to take a breath. I tug my shirt off over my head.
My movement stops them. Harry follows my lead and takes his shirt off. I lift Hermione’s over her head. She leans back onto my chest.
“Does Harry kiss you well, Love?” I ask, moving in to reclaim her mouth with mine, cupping my hands over her breasts. She murmurs ‘yes, he does’ through our kiss. She never wears a bra anymore. I wonder if Harry knew that.
I have to see Harry’s reaction. I pull away from kissing Hermione. His lips are wet from her kiss. I don’t know why I like that so much, but I do.
He’s watching my hands massage her breasts. I’ve never seen his eyes this dark. And are they always so green? I like showing him my girl, our girl.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she Harry?” I’m growing much more comfortable with this than I would have expected. I really hope they are too.
“She’s gorgeous,” he responds. “You really are,” he says to her. Hermione makes a purring sound. Really, like a cat or something.
“Give me your hand Harry,” she says, reaching out. She truly is a sporting girl. I love that about her.
Harry climbs closer to us on his knees and cautiously gives his hand to her. She takes his hand and kisses the pads of his fingertips. She can do that so gently but with such deliberation. She sucks his first two fingers into her mouth. Harry and I both gasp.
“Ron,” she says, “Now you suck them.” Who am I to refuse an order?
I don’t look at Harry’s face and hope the heat I feel isn’t me blushing too badly. I don’t want him to feel unwanted.
I open my mouth and suck the fingers that are already wet from Hermione.
Now Harry and Hermione moan. I love that I have done something to invoke that reaction from them. I want to do that again.
His fingers are salty and the skin is firm. A lot like mine, I suppose.
Hermione removes his fingers from my mouth. She guides his wet fingers down to one of her breasts, placing my hand over his.
“Ron,” she says, putting my hand over his, “Show him.”
This is bloody brilliant. I’m a fucking genius.
I find my voice and tell him how to roll and pinch her nipples but stop just before it gets too intense for her. I tell him how I usually get better reactions from her when I use my mouth.
Huh. Best mate of mine, he may be inexperienced, but he’s not green. He doesn’t waste any time lowering to her right breast and treating the rose-colored peaks with affection from his mouth.
Damn, if he doesn’t look like he really knows what he’s doing. By the sounds she’s making, I’ll trust that I’m right.
She reaches up to me, taking me by the hair and pulls me into a kiss. She and I kiss, while Harry caresses and sucks her breasts, and she reaches back and strokes my cock through my trousers.
I let my hands roam down her bare front and into her thin shorts.
I love easy-access clothing. I can’t help myself-- I know what her body wants. My middle finger slides straight into her folds. I firmly circle that hidden spot I’ve learned so well.
She moans into my mouth and arches her pelvis up, pressing into my fingers. When she does this, the back of my hand is pushed against Harry’s cock. He moans, and I think Hermione and I both realize that this is the first sound like that we’ve ever heard out of him.
He makes good sounds.
I don’t know if he realized that it was my hand, but I’m glad for it. I’d hate for him to waste time being self-conscious. It’s good to know he’s as hard as I am though.
I start to push her shorts off of her hips. She rises to help me. Harry surprises me by taking them the rest of the way off.
Me and Harry have always worked well together.
Hermione breaks our kiss and shifts off of my chest.
I know what she wants. We’ve been here a hundred times before. I undo my trousers and kick them and my pants off quickly.
Hermione smiles at me. She’s practically glowing. The peaks of her breasts are hard and swollen. Knowing they are like that from Harry’s mouth is sexier than I could have imagined.
“It’s good to see you again,” she says, running her hand over my chest. She runs her small fingers through my chest hair, over my nipples, over the Gryffindor Lion on my arm.
She always rests on the tattoo for a minute.
She continues down my belly and she stops just before she reaches the place that would have made me moan.
Yeah, she thinks I’m fit.
“Harry, dear,” she says. “Come here.”
He is standing on the side of the bed. His jeans are unzipped and we can both see his obvious erection, the tip trying to escape the waistband of his boxers.
He has that look on his face again, though. He’s losing his nerve.
“I, well,” he stammers, his eyes shifting from hers, to mine, to the floor. “I’m not exactly sure, what…”
He is actually pretty cute. I don’t know how we’ve resisted him all this time. He hasn’t sounded this young in years.
“You guys have… done this,” Harry gestures at the two of us, and our bed. “And I haven’t, exactly.”
He’s blushing furiously and only looks at Hermione. I know admitting that in front of me is embarrassing for him.
“Then you are one lucky wizard,” Hermione says lightly. She gets up on her knees on the bed in front of him. “Ron and I had to take time to work everything out just right.”
She runs her hands over his chest and kisses one of his small pink nipples. He takes a sharp breath.
It excites her. That excites me.
“We’ll make it good for you. You won’t hurt me.” She kisses his chest again. “And I’m not nervous,” another kiss, “And Ron is a wonderful lover. You can learn a lot from him.”
Surely I’m looking smug right now. I feel pretty smug.
I know he needs a little more encouragement though. It’s me he’s really afraid of.
I get up and kneel on the edge of the bed next to her. Putting my hand over her little one, I feel how she explores his body. I let her guide our hands over Harry’s shoulder, down his muscular arms, fingering his Phoenix tattoo, then back up over his chest and down his tight stomach.
She kisses him deeply. Their cheeks hollow briefly, rolling their tongues together. I’m going to love watching this. I wonder, does Harry get this excited when Hermione and I kiss?
They pull apart, and I’m disappointed only for a second before I forget, because she’s kissing me instead. I get a faint hint of what Harry must taste like from her tongue.
They both taste good.
We take a breath, and she looks at me and then at Harry, expectantly.
“I want you two to kiss now,” Hermione says breathlessly.
Fuck.
I know Harry is thinking the same. Fuck.
“Please,” she says, and there is just enough of a moan in her voice that I know I would do whatever she asked, just to hear her make that sound again.
