Chapter 1: I Want to Feel Pretty

Hermione Granger sat on the edge of her bed, sadly thinking to herself. She did not know why these thoughts had entered her head, only that she couldn't get them to leave. She always heard other girls talking about make-up and boys, and even stories of how some had gotten shagged. That had never happened to her: she'd never been shagged, never been kissed. She barely put on make-up. Such vanity had never seemed too important to her - and certainly had never been as important as her studies - until now.

A sudden knock on the door made her jump. "Come in," she called, trying to keep her voice even. The threshold revealed her two best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.

"We've been waiting to walk down to dinner for ten minutes! What's going on?" Harry asked.

Hermione blinked. "How did you guys even get up here? You know the stairs turn into a slide if a boy tries to come up here!"

"We know," Ron grinned. "We climbed along the banister," clearly pleased by his and Harry's cleverness.

Hermione smiled and shook her head. She had certainly rubbed some of her ingenuity off on them.

"Everything alright?" Harry now asked. He was peering at her curiously.

Hermione turned her face away, now trying to hide the tears sliding down her cheeks. "It's fine."

"It's not fine," Harry countered defiantly, in that big-brotherly voice Hermione hated, yet secretly thought was cute. The Chosen One sat next to her on the bed and took Hermione's hands in his. "Hermione…what's wrong?"

After a moment, Hermione finally decided to come clean. "Harry….do you think I'm beautiful?"

Harry blinked. "Of…of course, you are beautiful! Mate?" He turned to Ron for affirmation, and Ron nodded vigorously.

"You're very pretty, 'Mione! Truly."

"What makes you ask, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"It's just that I hear all these girls saying how they've kissed boys and had sex and stuff. You should hear the stories: I overheard Pansy Parkinson say she's done it in an airplane! And Lavendar says she shagged Seamus in the Prefect's bathroom…"

"…And that's all a load of bloody horseshit!" Ron laughed. He sat on Hermione's other side. "First of all, I would argue it would be almost impossible to shag in an afroplane without being caught by security…"

"Airplane, Ronald."

"Whatever. Second, Pansy Parkinson is too much of a bloody cow for any bloke worth his balls to crawl between her legs. Third, Lavender couldn't have done it in the Prefects bathroom, as you say - only Prefects have access, and that rule's magically enforced. You should know that!"

"I think what Ron is trying to say is….how many boys someone may have kissed or had sex with is not a barometer for social prestige. And if it suddenly is, Merlin help us all!" Harry said. "And sexual relations should not be a measurement of one's physical attractiveness." He lifted Hermione's chin with his palms. "You're beautiful, Hermione, no matter what." His eyes shifted to meet Ron's and Hermione saw something pass between them. She began to feel a little uneasy.

"Guys…?"

She was silenced when Harry leaned in and kissed her lips. Hermione stiffened in surprise, then began to relax and kiss her friend back. Soon enough, though, her logic came back and she squirmed away.

"Harry James Potter! What are you playing at?"

Harry just grinned. "Trying to make you feel beautiful. Just go with it, Hermione." Then, Hermione was in for another surprise when Ron turned her face back to him and kissed her on the mouth. Hermione dared to let out a moan at the feeling of her secret crush's lips pressed against her own.

Emboldened, Ron pushed Hermione flat onto her back on her bed and quickly moved to straddle her. Harry bestrided her from her other side, so that he and Ron were facing each other. Hermione began to panic slightly. She had a feeling she knew what was coming - she had read up on sexual intercourse - and she was not sure if she was ready.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Do you trust us, Hermione?" Ron asked. Hermione stared at him, eyes wide.

"Yes. Of course. More than anyone."

Harry bent over and whispered in her ear. "Is this alright?"

"Yes." she responded.

"And would you be alright with us making love to you?"

Hermione was vaguely aware that her knickers were now very damp. "Yes," she breathed again, her voice strangely hoarse.

At her approval, Harry pulled Hermione's top over her head in one swift motion. Ron pulled back Hermione's skirt and felt her damp knickers. Then, he boldly slipped his hands inside and felt her heat. At his touch, Hermione gasped and her legs seemed to spread out of their own accord. Ron retracted his hand and licked his fingers clean of Hermione's juices.

"Merlin, my dear, proper little bookworm! You're dripping!" Meanwhile, Harry was unclasping her bra and casting it aside. He traced his tongue along Hermione's suddenly perky nipples. Hermione arched into him and nearly cried out.

"God, Harry!"

But she was in for another shock when Ron placed his head between her legs and let his tongue invade her heat, licking at her nub. Hermione's center snapped up involuntarily in response, even as she continued to arch closer to Harry, who was now sucking his mouth on her left breast while kneading her right with his hand.

The pleasure inside of her was building; she could feel it. If something didn't give, she didn't know what she would do. She gasped as Ron now began to viciously feast on her nub.

"Oh, Ronald…Ronald," she sobbed, practically begging for release. It felt so good. "Oh, yes, Harry! I'm gonna…I'm gonna….oooooooh…."

At last, with an almost primal scream, Hermione came hard on Ron's face. He licked her clean, then kissed her once sweetly. Hermione lay there, panting, gasping, her body covered in sweat.

"That's my best girl," Ron smiled.

"Did you like that?" Harry asked, his voice tickling her ear. Hermione whimpered before nodding slowly. "Are you ready to up the ante?"

Hermione gasped and suddenly felt wetness between her thighs again. "It gets better?" Her boys laughed.

"Oh, it does!" Ron said. He raised himself on his hands and knees, and stripped off his pants and underwear. Hermione blushed at the sight of his member, all hard and throbbing - which Ron now positioned at the entrance to her folds. He now glanced to her, his voice serious.

"Is this alright?"

Hermione's pupils dilated with lust. "Yes."

"If I hurt you, tell me and I'll stop immediately." Ron now turned to Harry. "And if it looks like she is but can't say, stop me, Harry - I don't care if you have to tackle me."

With that, Ron pressed his member into Hermione's center. Hermione let out a breathless "Oh!" Ron made to pull out, but Hermione's hand on his arm stopped him.

"Don't. You. Dare." she growled. "Just…go slow." Ron obeyed. He pumped in and out of her, and Hermione responded by rolling her hips. They built up a rhythm.

"Oh….oh….OHHHH!" Hermione gasped airily. "Yes, Ron, that's wonderful, you're so amazing in bed….Bloody hell!" She climaxed.

"You swore," Ron grinned through gritted teeth as he worked to get himself off. "You're so sexy when you….Merlin!" With a growl, he orgasmed inside her, pumping his juices in. Exhuasted, he rolled off her and crawled to the back of the bed to make room for Harry.

"My turn," Harry smirked impishly, and he drove his cock hard into Hermione's vagina. She yelped in joy as she felt him join her, and then they rocked each other hard, going even faster than Hermione and Ron had. Harry held Hermione close and kissed her. The pair rolled around the bed as they fucked, snogging heatedly and laughing in between.

"Yes…yes….YESSSS!" Hermione screeched. "Harry, give me, fuck me more….AHHH!" Her juices burst free for the third time in a row.

"GrrrAHHH!" Harry grunted as he quickly followed. He collapsed on top of her, heaving for air, before he at last pulled out of her.

"Do you feel beautiful now?" Ron asked her.

"More than anyone in this school," Hermione sighed, stretching her body out across the bed like a cat, making her boys' members stick straight up all over again. That gave her an idea. She beckoned both Ron and Harry to her, and before they could ask what she was doing, she had seized their dicks as though she now owned them and stuffed both into her mouth.

"Bloody hell, 'Mione!" Ron said, his mouth dropping open in shock.

"Yeah can you really…" Harry asked.

"MERLIN!" both boys screamed as Hermione began to ferociously suckle their members. It took only about two minutes before both boys released a torrent of cum into Hermione's mouth, which she swallowed greedily.

Tuckered out at last, nothing was said as the Trio snuggled up together naked in Hermione's bed and fell fast asleep.