All the right wrongs
Summary: Ron never was the smartest boy but him being this dumb only paid off for Harry and Draco Malfoy, too bad they have that rule that says no sleeping with friends…
Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter related, I wish!
Author's note: Just a fun story that will be around three chapters, nothing shocking just a few tears, happiness, love and a few lemons… Oh and a triad, sort off…Enjoy!
I haven't abandoned my other stories but this just popped into my head and demanded to be written. I've already finished it so you won't have to wait long for the other chapters!
Chapter 1; Ron is a dickhead
"What did you expect from me Ronald?" She only used his full name when she was either mad at him or tired of his behavior. Both were a given here.
"It didn't mean anything 'Mione, you know that I only love you." He was trying to sweet talk his way out of this but this time he had finally gone too far.
Ever since the war had ended and Harry had defeated Voldemort, Ron really felt like quite the celebrity. Fair enough, he did play a grand role, as did she, and he was allowed to own up to it but it definitely didn't mean that he could sleep his way through Wizarding Britain, while he was supposed to be in a relationship with her.
Ever since Lavender in their fifth year, she knew that he liked the attention but she had never in a million years thought that he would cheat on her. And yet that's exactly what he did, not giving a damn about her feelings and that she was supposedly the love of his spectacular life, as he so eloquently put it.
"Ronald you were fucking another woman, on our fucking couch!" She was yelling now and cursing, something she both rarely did and she couldn't care less. Maybe then Ron would see that she was not just some stupid girl that he could push around.
"But I told you that it didn't mean anything, and I'm really sorry about it, she wasn't even that good of a lay, you are way better!" He was digging his grave only deeper and he wasn't even aware in the slightest.
"Then why did you do it? Why did you have to risk our relationship? Weren't you happy with me, didn't I do it for you anymore Ronald?" She couldn't stop saying his full name even if she tried. She felt tears start to well up in her eyes and she tried her best to rein them in. She didn't want to show any weakness in front of him, he didn't deserve to see how much this pained her.
"I don't know 'Mione, please forgive me, I swear it won't happen again. You are beautiful, there are just so many beautiful women out there and it just happened." He was shrugging his shoulders as if he was talking about dropping something by accident instead of cheating on his girlfriend.
"Just happened?!" She was eating air now, trying to hold back her anger, to no avail. "Oh so you just happened to fall into that woman's vagina with your cock?" She didn't think she ever used language so vulgar but circumstances begged for it.
"Well, it didn't really happen like that, there was a lot of drinking involved before that and I wasn't thinking clearly, obviously." He had the audacity to even roll his eyes, as if she was tiring now and this was just some old story that he was done with.
"So if I understand clearly, you didn't just put your sweaty cock into another woman's body, you went on a date with her as well? Ronald, please pack your bags, I've had enough of you!" Her hands were shaking and tears were still on the verge of falling.
"No 'Mione, don't do this, we can fix this, I will fix this. I have nowhere to go." He was begging now and all she felt was disgust. All of a sudden she started to wonder what she ever found attractive about the red headed man in front of her. Okay, he had been her best friend for many years now but she had really underestimated him. She would bet her entire book collection that Harry was going to be just as shocked as she was.
"Don't call me 'Mione anymore, you lost that right when you started screwing other woman. How many were there Ronald? No wait, I don't want to know. And as for your living arrangements, try the Burrow, and while you're over there please do tell you mother that you're a lying cheating bastard!" Oh how she would love to see Molly's face when she found out that her youngest son was a cheater! There was no way in hell she was going to be as reined in as Hermione was right now, only on the outside though because she could feel the magic coursing through her body and she was fairly sure that her hair was crackling with it.
Ron finally seemed to understand that she wasn't going to give in and he knew that he had no way of demanding anything because the entire apartment was in her name. Whatever money they had earned from the Ministry after the war, together with their Order of Merlin second class, Ron had blown on stupid Quidditch stuff and other useless junk. She had bought the apartment and provided for their daily living.
After they had finished their eight year, she had found a job within the Ministry as head of the department of International Magical Cooperation and loved every minute of it. Ron had applied to the Auror training program together with Harry but eventually had to drop out because he just wasn't good enough, which had made a huge dent in his confidence and he had filled it up with getting attention from even more women. After that he moved from one job to another. Quidditch team after Quidditch team had rejected him and in the end he ended up with George at the joke shop. If Ron had just put a little bit of effort into it, he could have run it together with George, as equals, but he was lazy and turned up for work late on most days. Some days he apparently didn't even show up, apparently some days he was fucking other woman.
With her tears still firmly on lockdown she watched Ron grab most of his belongings and still trying to murmur apologies. She was waiting for him to get out before the waterworks would crash down.
Maybe she could eat that bucket of ice cream that she bought yesterday, put on a sad movie and bawl her eyes out, maybe that would make her feel better. Probably not but it was at least worth the try.
It was painfully obvious that Ron was trying to stall and he was giving her sad puppy eyes as a bonus, as if she was going to change her mind. Never in a million years had she suspected that Ron would cheat on her, of course he was a little impulsive and childish at times but he had never been a liar or a cheater.
The wheels in her mind started to spin and she couldn't help but hate her big brain at the moment. All the memories of their past six years together started to travel through her head at top speed. All the times that he didn't accompany her when she went to visit Harry, Neville or Luna, or when she had to go to Ministry functions alone because he had to help George take inventory, even when she had to go to the Burrow alone on Easter when Ron said that Seamus had needed his help moving to a new home.
How stupid was she really, nobody was moving over Easter, where they? It was just another fucking excuse to get his cock into some slag or whoring woman.
The minute the door felt into its lock, she grabbed her wand more firmly and made sure the place was sound proof, it would just not do if her neighbors were going to call the police. Living in muggle London did have its advantages when it came to the press and hiding out from them but right now it just frustrated her. Tossing her wand to the side she finally let the magic course through her and she actually scared herself when the magic finally poured out of her and blew up their – no her – entire bedroom. Well I guess that meant sleeping on the sofa tonight…
He didn't even hear it from his best friend, either of them. Well, if he was really honest, one of them hadn't been his best friend in a really long time. After the war he had done his best to help Ron succeed during auror training but he could only help him so much. When the whole fight-for-your-life thing went off the table, Ron had lost his interest in performing well to catch bad guys. Or maybe it had started the moment that Ron had left them in that tent in the woods.
The worst thing about all of this was that Ron really wasn't a bad person, he just seemed to be lost. And never in a million years had it occurred to him that Ron might cheat on Hermione. It just proved the fact that he had somehow lost his mind. No bloke in their right mind would cheat on a woman like Hermione, she was bloody brilliant, fun to hang out with (whenever she wasn't talking about books) and just really hot.
It had taken him a few vacations and a spontaneous skinny dipping during a full moon in Italy to notice that she possessed the perfect body with beautiful tits and a really tight arse. Not that he could have acted on them in the slightest, not when he was on holiday with a least half of the Weasley clan, and she was still attached to Ron.
George and Angelina had been spiking their drinks apparently, otherwise it would never have been Hermione to initiate swimming naked, period. Angelina turned out to be the perfect substitute for Fred because she definitely owned the right mind set. Or the wrong one, depends on how you look at it.
No, it had actually been Draco Malfoy who told him that Hermione and Ron broke up, or the Weasel as Malfoy still called Ron, some things never changed. The months after the war had been weird, to say the least, and very confusing, more so confusing when he realized that he really wasn't in love with Ginny and that he had been checking out guys when the three of them went to a muggle club to blow of some steam.
Ron had ended up obliviously drunk that night and it had taken Hermione an entire hour to convince him to go home him with her. After they had left some random guy had come up to him and offered him a drink, one he gladly accepted.
The muggles name had been Marc and the only other thing Harry found out that night was that Marc gave amazing head, right there in the bathroom of the muggle club he forgot the name about. Even with the consummation of a little too much alcohol something clicked that night, no matter how much he liked women, he definitely liked men too.
That's when the whole thing became complicated because Harry didn't want to date muggles, he wanted to date Wizards and Witches, he just wanted to date attractive people that knew about magic. Something that was really hard to do when your life was taken apart to the nines by reporters every day.
The first times he just used glamour's but that was even more depressing because he couldn't be himself, he needed people to like him for who he was not how he glamoured himself to be. So after a really disturbing encounter with Theodore Nott, which he enjoyed immensely – he hadn't even known the guy was gay-, he decided to change his course of action.
When he told Hermione and Ron that he was bisexual they had stared at him with open mouths for at least ten minutes, not knowing what to say. Hermione had been the first, of course, to move her lips and say something sensible like they accepted him for what he was and that it didn't matter who or whom he dated, they would always be his friend. Ron had just nodded but didn't add anything to it. Harry had hoped that it was true but ever since his confession it had been Ron who cancelled their drinking nights, or was too busy to hang out with just the two of them. He tried not to care but he had to admit that it hurt more than he wanted to admit.
Hermione had been perfect, as always, she would go out with him when Ron wasn't home and she even went with him to a gay muggle club. She had been a great sport when a woman had come up to her and tried to seduce her, she had been giggly and polite but had ducked the woman's advances like a pro. Hermione seemed to have so much fun that night that Harry even wondered if she would have let the woman kiss her if it hadn't been for her relationship with Ron.
On their third night out together they had been accompanied by Draco Malfoy of all people. Ever since Ron had dropped out of auror training, Harry had been assigned a new partner and considering Harry's luck in life, it couldn't have been worse than the likes of Malfoy. What Harry hadn't anticipated was that Malfoy had actually changed and seemed to be quite a decent guy nowadays. Harry even thought him more than decent, especially when he was wearing muggle clothes that hugged his perfect features.
Normally they wouldn't hang out after work or at weekends but that night Malfoy had been adamant that he needed a night out because he had been dumped by his latest girlfriend. In truth he had been dating the girl for less than a month and he just wanted to know what a night out with two-third of the golden trio would be like.
Harry had warned Hermione not to talk about his interest in guys and she hadn't said a word about it but when some bloke came up to them and had hit on him, he really didn't know how to act. He had blushed and had made some half sorry arse excuse about not being interested, all the while not trying to look at Malfoy. The poor bloke had left immediately and Harry had almost fainted when Malfoy had casually said, "Well if you don't want him Potter I'll take him." And he had made his way to the dance floor to go after the dark haired stranger.
The rest of the night he had drunk himself into a stupor all the while looking at Malfoy grinding against the guy and kissing his exposed neck. Hermione had actually been fairly silent that night and he had caught her checking out Malfoy and the guy on the dance floor more than once. When he had noticed her squirming in her seat he had been shocked to find out that she was extremely turned on. If only Ron knew.
He thought back on that night with a smile on his lips. That had been the night he had found out that Draco was just like him. Auror training had been extremely awkward after that and it had taken a few more fire whiskeys and a round of I'll show you mine if you show me yours to get things rolling. That had been six months ago and they had been shagging ever since. Mostly exclusively, but sometimes they came upon someone they wanted to share their bed with, witch or wizard. They only rule they had was, no shagging friends, that would make things extremely awkward and they wanted to keep things easy.
"Have you heard from Hermione yet?" He was woken from his daydreaming when he felt the blond man of his dreams lean down on his shoulder from behind.
He leaned back into the muscular frame and sighed with contentment. "No, I really thought she would come to me first but apparently I'm not her person anymore." It did kind of hurt, even though he had Draco now.
"How do you know that she went to someone else? I only heard it at work from Tracy, who heard it from the Parvati girl, who got it from the whore that the Weasel shagged herself." He nodded at Draco's explanation. Maybe Hermione was still at home, drowning in her sorrows. "Should I go over there? See how she's doing?"
He could feel Draco nod on his shoulder. "Yes, be a good friend and then return to me so I can suck your cock like a good boyfriend."
He chuckled and leaned back some more to grind his arse into Draco's growing erection. That man was randy twenty-four-seven. Not that he was complaining in any way, it just amazed him sometimes. "Maybe I can just get Hermione and you can suck my cock in front of her, maybe that will cheer her up."
Draco laughed out loud now and smacked his arse playfully. "Don't you forget your own rule dirty boy. Now away with you or I'll fuck you on the counter instead."
If it hadn't been Hermione he had gladly stayed and let Draco work out his promise but she was his oldest friend and could probably use someone right now. "Don't you go anywhere, I'll be back before you know it." He turned around in the blonds arms and kissed him on the lips, slipping his tongue inside for just a second before he pulled away, if he didn't he would definitely end up on the kitchen counter. With a squeeze to Draco's arse and a wave he disappeared with a crack to check up on Hermione.
When he landed he first thought he had apparated to the wrong place but when he noticed that a small something that was sobbing near the fireplace he crouched down immediately. He had never seen her this distraught and his hart clenched tightly. "Oh Hermione love, he's not worth it." He really didn't know what to say so he went with the truth. "You're so much better than him and he didn't deserve you."
She was too distraught to answer him and just kept on sobbing loudly. He couldn't take it any longer and pulled her into a massive bear hug. He hugged her to his chest until she finally stopped crying and was only whimpering now, trying to get her breathing back to normal.
"How can I have been so stupid Harry?" She clearly blamed herself, even though it had been Ron's fault entirely.
He moved them a little bit to rest her lightly against the wall and he sat down next to her. "You are far from stupid Hermione, far from it." He shook his head at the fact that she was tearing herself down because of that stupid cheating arse pratt.
"I blew up the bedroom Harry." She giggled at little bit when she said it and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, it was nothing like her to act this reckless.
"If you need a bed to stay in, you can come live with me and Draco, you know that don't you?" He didn't really regret inviting his oldest friend but he did realize that he could kiss that blow-job goodbye if she said yes.
"You do know that I'm a witch and that I can fix things with my wand, right?" She did have a point there but if she were to come home with him, he would definitely worry less about her.
"I know love, but can you please let someone take care of you for once?" She just let her head fall down on his shoulder and sighed deeply. He knew for a fact that she was going home with him and he really hoped that Draco wouldn't mind.