Ron stood in one corner of the tent, his face red and livid, while Harry paced in the other corner, his knuckles white and clenched. Hermione stood between them. She couldn't stop her body from shaking, from her feet to her hands, everything shook in a mixture of frustration, anger and fear. Two months they had traveled in the tent, two months of dread and pent-up fear and anger. She had to do something if she was going to keep her boys alive, to keep her boys together. Her mind ran over a thousand options, trying to pick the one most likely to work. She knew what she had to do.

"Please Ron," Hermione whispered, but her voice was firm. A decision had been made. "Just take off the locket, please. We can fix this."

Ron stared at her with his gorgeous blue eyes, a lost puppy who was angry and scared. He opened his mouth to argued and then closed it again. Taking the locket off, he threw it onto one of the cheap, uncomfortable beds. Harry watched it fall and Hermione knew she only had one opportunity to save them, to rescue her boys from darkness, and with them the wizarding world.

"It's the stress," she said, as she peeled off her jersey. The boys both stared at her, unmoving as she began to unbutton her shirt. "We're cooped up. There's no privacy. We're frustrated, we're pent-up. I know how unhealthy it is to live like this. I've read all about it. So until we kill You-Know-Who, I'm yours. I'll help you ease the frustration, ease the stress."

Hermione dropped her blouse to the floor, standing there in just her jeans and a black bra. She didn't blush at the hungry looks her boys gave her. There was no time for blushing. This was just a part of the mission. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her breasts free to the evening air. They jiggled as her bra fell away and she saw Ron's lick his lips, saw Harry's eyes go wide. Her nipples were erect from the cold. Hermione watched the way Harry shifted, saw the way his pants were beginning to bulge. She nodded to herself, this had to work.

"Take your pants off, both of you," Hermione ordered as she undid her own jeans, shimmying them down her legs, revealing a pair of simple, cotton black panties. Ron groaned. She smiled at him and wiggled her bottom. Already the tension was being relieved, no one wanted to fight. "Come on, pants off."

The boys didn't need telling twice. They hurriedly pulled at their zippers and buttons, throwing their pants and boxers to the ground, letting Hermione see their hardness. Ron's cock was longer, paler and veins ran down the length. Harry's was thicker and the tip glistened with precum. They both had a stupid grin on their face as Hermione bent over and peeled her panties down her legs, flashing them a view of her round backside and the thatch of brown hair between her thighs.

"Harry, sit," Hermione said, gesturing at the chair. "Ron, you can get behind me once I'm ready."

They moved like machines, completely enthralled to her orders, to her commands. They were her boys and they would always listen to her. Harry sat on the chair, his cock proud and erect between his legs. He looked like a king on his throne. Hermione got onto her hands and knees in front of him, her hair brushing his thighs, drawing a moan from his lips. She arched her back, presenting herself to Ron, sticking her ass in the air.

"I'm yours," she said, turning to look at back at Ron. She didn't wait to see him walk toward her. Instead she turned back to Harry and lowered her mouth, taking his shaft between her lips.

A moment later she felt Ron's hand on her ass, squeezing her cheeks, groping her like he must have dreamed of doing. She moaned around Harry's cock and Harry groaned in return, the vibrations stroking him. Then she felt something at her netherlips, hard and hot, the tip of Ron's shaft pushing inside her, sinking into her tight body. She moaned again, her body overcome with the pleasure of being so filled.

Too preoccupied with how good it felt to have Ron's hips thrusting into her from behind, she had neglected Harry, his cock still between her lips. The boy reached down to her head, coiled his fingers in her hair, and began to thrust. Hermione's eyes went wide. It felt so good. Ron fucking her tightness, Harry thrusting between her lips. She did her best to help, bouncing her hips back, making her ass slap against Ron's body as she swirled her tongue around the tip of Harry's cock. Her cheeks caved in as she began to suck.

Neither boy lasted long. She didn't expect they would. Ron came first, yelling her name, the sound echoing through the tent. He pulled his cock from her wetness and pumped his own shaft until his seed splattered over her ass, painting each cheek. Hermione moaned as she felt the warmth on her skin. That moan brought Harry to the end, and to her surprise, he too freed his cock and stroked himself. He came in silence, a look of total concentration breaking into pleasure as his cum shot across Hermione's face, covering her lips and chin. It felt perversely good.

A silence grew in the tent as they all sat there, panting, exhausted. Hermione knew she had to move first, to tell her boys that everything would be okay. "I'm going to clean myself up," she said, grabbing her clothes and heading to the tent's exit. "You two sleep. And remember, no more arguing, no more pent-up frustration. If you're ever stressed, you come to me. I'm yours and you are mine. My boys."

She smiled as she left the tent. They were going to win.