Secret Santa fic for Ambrosia Ice
The Unexpected Threesome Challenge.
Suit of Cards Challenge. Three of Hearts: Write about a threesome. Alternatively, write about a third wheel.
The Holidays Competition. Prompt: "Ginny Weasley loves candy canes"
WARNING: Mature situations. Language. Smut.
Ginny discovered them by accident. She was out with Luna, doing some shopping for her upcoming engagement party. Hermione had looked stunning in one of her Muggle outfits at a gala earlier this week, so Ginny had dragged her best friend out to find something equally as nice in the daunting world of non-magicals. So really, it was nothing more than coincidence that, while Luna waited in line to pay for their purchases, she had stopped by that particular restaurant and saw them together.
They weren't even doing anything bad, and it's not like it was anything unusual for them to be together, considering they were part of the Golden Trio. Indeed, Ginny had gotten used to them being attached to the hip years ago. She knew it was nothing more than friendship.
However, idle curiosity kept her from simply approaching them. Instead, she cast a quick colour-changing spell on her hair and took the table behind them, where a large potted plant was in the way. One Extendable Ear later, and she was eavesdropping on Harry and Hermione's conversation. They hadn't even put up a privacy ward.
"I told him I wasn't ready, and he knocked it off. He looked pretty annoyed though," Hermione was saying.
"As long as he listens, he can throw all the hissy fits he wants," Harry replied. The sound of a glass being lifted echoed loudly through the flesh coloured wire before Hermione's voice cut in again.
"We can't keep doing this, Harry. He's my boyfriend."
"Is he now?" The mild tone of his voice signalled his anger.
Were they talking about Ron? Ginny wondered.
"You know what I mean."
"No, actually I don't."
Neither do I, Ginny thought.
She heard the rattling of silverware and a thump of wood. Perhaps Hermione had hit the table. She tended to do that when she was annoyed, which happened often around the Weasley girl.
"Harry, would you stop being an ass? I'm being serious here!"
"As am I. When exactly did Ron become your boyfriend?"
Uh, they've been dating for years, Harry, Gin thought, rolling her eyes.
"The same day Ginny became your girlfriend!"
That's not true. She and Harry had dated in his sixth year, but Hermione had only been with Ron since after the Battle.
"Ginny isn't my girlfriend and you know it."
Huh?
"Oh yes, my bad, she's your fiancée!"
Oh, right. That was so sweet of her Harry, preferring to use her new title.
"We aren't engaged yet. It's still only a betrothal."
"You disgust me, Harry."
Well, that was unnecessarily harsh, Ginny thought, frowning. Maybe she needed to wean Harry off Hermione – what did he see in her?
A waiter approached and she ordered the daily special distractedly.
"You know what I mean, 'Mi," Harry spoke gently.
Hermione sighed. "I know but I just – I can't keep doing this, Harry. I can't keep pretending."
Poor Ron; he wouldn't even see it coming. Ginny loved her brother a lot, but she had always thought that Hermione was too good for him. They had nothing in common other than Harry.
"It won´t be long now. I just need to sort a few more things out and then it will be done.ʺ
"Is it really necessary for you to keep doing this? I'm sick of this farce."
"Mi, we've been through this. The Ministry feared me and they had the power to make me vanish easily enough when the war was over. You work for the Unspeakables; you know how far they'd go for the Hallows. I had to do this, to prove that I was still their pawn, but the goblins assure me that we're just about ready."
Ready for what? What was Harry saying? The Hallows? Why hadn't he mentioned any of this to her?
Because you're not a part of the Trio. You'll always be an outsider, a voice whispered in her head, but she ruthlessly squashed it down. Harry had chosen her, not Hermione or Cho or Parvati or any of the other girls that had thrown themselves at him. He was probably just trying not to stress her out before the engagement.
"I'm sorry for making you do this, Mi," Harry was still speaking through Ginny's internal monologue, "but it'll be over soon. No more lies."
There was silence on the other side of the Ear and during the unwitting intermission, Ginny's waiter brought her order. It was a simple pumpkin soup, accompanied by a large candy cane.
"Compliments of the season," said the waiter when she asked about the confection before she waved him away.
Hermione finally broke the silence. "I can't believe you proposed to her. That was unnecessary."
Excuse me? How dare Hermione!
"So that's what this is about?" Harry sighed.
"Don't belittle me! You know how I feel about her!"
"And you know how I feel about Ron."
"That's not the same! I can't stand seeing her smug face and now I have to go to this fucking engagement party and see her lord it over everyone!"
Fuck you, Hermione! Ginny thought furiously. I do not lord anything over anyone! She couldn't wait to see Harry rip into his 'best friend'.
"Please, do you think it's easier than dealing with Ron? He doesn't let an hour go by without reminding everyone that he 'bagged Hermione'. I'm so glad we have combat training together so I can legitimately beat him. He treats you like prize, Mi!"
"Oh, like Ginny doesn't? She just likes you for the fame! Hell, do you know how much Angelina was complaining to me the other day about her? Apparently she pretty much threatened her way onto the Harpies!"
WHAT?
"That's not fair," Harry said quietly. "For all her faults, her Quidditch skills are pretty good."
"Was she as good as Oliver Wood? Victor Krum? There are very few that actually made it onto a pro team's first string straight out of school! I'm not saying she's a bad player, but she's nowhere near as good as she should be for the position she has!" Hermione sneered.
"Why are we even discussing this? I don't care about it or her or Ron. Today was supposed to be about us."
…What did Harry mean? Of course he cared about her – they were getting engaged for Merlin's sake!
"Because it will never be just about us! And you just -! There are limits, Harry, of how much you can pull out this whole 'it's only for the moment' thing. How can you justify proposing to her? Throwing an engagement party for her? Fucking her?"
"I've never once touched Ginny! You know that!"
"Do you really expect me to believe that?"
What's going on? Why's Harry saying these things?
"Mi-!"
"No! I've had enough!"
There was a thudding noise and the sound of paper being slapped onto the table.
"Some days I honestly hate you, Harry Potter. If you'll excuse me, I have a boyfriend to go find."
Ginny hurriedly shoved aside the Ear and grabbed the candy cane, pretending she had been eating it all along. She saw Hermione storm past, but she didn't get far. Just after she passed Ginny's table, Harry bolted after her. Grabbing Hermione by her arm, he dragged her towards the bathrooms.
Ginny didn't hesitate to follow.
Hermione was trying to free herself as they entered the boys' bathroom, but Harry's Auror training had made him far stronger. Ginny would know. She had been held too many times in those arms to forget.
She cast the strongest disillusionment charm she knew before she followed them in, knowing that it would fool neither of them if they truly looked.
But they were too busy with each other to care for more than Harry's quick Muggle repulsion spell on the door.
Harry slammed Hermione against the wall, ignoring her wince and glare.
"Say it again. I dare you," he growled, towering over her.
"What?" she spat. "That I hate you? Because it's true. I hate you for doing this to me, to us!"
Since when had there been an 'us' between them?
"You know I love you, Hermione."
But like a sister… right, Harry?
"Tell that to Ginny."
Harry had said that there was nothing between Hermione and he except for sibling love… hadn't he?
"Mi—"
"How many times have you told her that she was the one? That you loved her? That you wanted to spend your life with her?" There were tears in Hermione's eyes now.
…No, what Harry had said was that he didn't feel the same way about Hermione as he did about her.
"Not once, Mi, you know that!" He was brushing her tears away now, no longer looming over her.
That was a lie! Harry had said those words to her so many times!
"The only one that I have ever loved is you, Hermione. It was always you."
Lies, lies, lies.
"Harry, please, stop this," Hermione pleaded, her eyes dulled. "Let's just end this. I can grow to love Ron. I know it!"
Yes, she could. She should.
Something dark flitted over Harry's eyes. "Do you really want that?"
"I want to be in a relationship where I don't have to hide my feelings. Where I can fall asleep and wake up next to one person without dreaming of another! I don't want to see another woman next to the person who I love, especially not Ginevra fucking Weasley!" Hermione shoved Harry away from her. "I just – I just want to be happy again. And Ron can give me that."
Yes, he can, Ginny thought, observing her soon-to-be fiancé keeping his distance. Walk away from her, Harry.
"Do you really believe that Ron can give you all of that?" Harry asked, not looking at her.
"Yes," Hermione looked relieved, "I do."
Harry's eyes snapped to hers, something angry and malevolent brewing in them. "Let's test that theory, then."
Hermione looked fearful then (why?) and shrunk against the wall. "Please don't—"
"I just want what's best for you," Harry said, smiling pleasantly but his eyes remained cold as he closed the distance between them. "So, before you commit to that piece of shit, let's just make sure you're doing the right thing."
Why was Harry acting like this? He was never this… cold. Evil. Dark.
Harry grabbed Hermione roughly by the chin and dragged her to her tiptoes. "Tell me, Hermione, are you going to let him handle you like this?" He yanked her dress up until it bunched over her bra. "Will you let him touch you here?" He squeezed one of her breasts while firmly holding her gaze. "Or here?" His hand moved down her torso and between her legs, which squeezed around it. "Not even Krum was allowed here, was he, Mi?"
"N-No," Hermione bit her lip. "You know he wasn't."
"Of course not. See? I believe you." Keeping her in place with the hand busy between her legs, he moved the other from her chin to her hair, yanking it back so her throat was bared. "Now, why won't you believe me?"
"You kissed Cho."
"That's not fair. You know we weren't dating then."
"We aren't dating now either."
"Of course we are." Harry gave a closed-eyed smile that screamed sinister intentions.
Hermione paid it no mind. "Then why are you getting engaged to someone else in a week's time?"
"It's only temporary, Hermione."
"I don't care!"
"So you'd rather give yourself to Ronald Weasley, the same bastard who treated us both like shit for years, before you'd see me next to Ginny for a few more days?"
"YES!" Hermione yelled back. "And I should have done it sooner!"
In the next moment, Hermione's underwear had been ripped off and she cried out as Harry lashed out against her physically, sexually and verbally.
"Not even in anger should you EVER say that!" Harry growled as he pressed his fingers against her incessantly. "I would never hurt you like that!"
Ginny had never seen Harry like this before. Hell, they had never had any sexual contact at all before! He said he was waiting until the wedding!
Hermione tried to say something but Harry yanked her hair again and it turned into a cry of pain.
"Have you forgotten why I call you 'Mi' while that bastard doesn't even have enough brain cells to think of a nickname?"
Hermione had tears in her eyes as she looked up at him, but her legs had fallen open just a bit more.
"It's because you're mine. My one, my only, my Mi." He let go of her hair and cupped her face instead. "And I. Don't. Share."
He kissed her lips roughly and Hermione eagerly responded. Ginny watched as their tongues clashed in a fury that had never been present in the gentle kisses Harry had bestowed upon her and could just barely hold back the sob as Hermione wrapped her legs around Harry's waist and he easily lifted her up against the wall.
Hermione's lips were wet but her eyes had dried, brightened by Harry's words, as she pulled away and cast a spell that had their clothes fluttering to the ground.
"I love you, Hermione," Harry whispered as he pressed tender, fervent kisses to her chest and throat. "Only you. Forever."
There were no need for unnecessary words between them, Ginny noticed as her tears began to fall. Just looks that made her heart ache, because she had never seen Harry look at her with such devotion.
"I'm sorry," they whispered to each other as their bodies met in the most intimate of embraces and Ginny could stand it no more. The door was locked so she moved into a stall to hide away from the sight she had never thought she would see. But she couldn't shut the door and she couldn't block out the sounds they made.
The sounds of sex, mixed with moans and declarations of love burnt through her, yet the feeling that came to her wasn't betrayal but… arousal.
Her hand trembled and she gripped the candy cane that she had absentmindedly brought with her tighter. Against her will, her eyes glanced of the stall and she saw Hermione sitting on a sink, Harry practically worshipping her body with his mouth and hands.
It should have made her queasy or disgusted, but all she could feel was heat. The candy cane was warmed by her hand, and as Hermione cried out and begged for Harry to go faster, she made a decision.
Fuck it. She wasn't going to get laid by Harry anyway.
She came at the same time as Hermione, but she had to quieten her cries with her tshirt and not with Harry's mouth. No one caught her as she slumped tiredly from her release, and while Harry comforted the one he truly loved, Ginny was left alone to wonder why she hadn't even tried to imagine herself in Hermione's place.