A/N: I do not own the Harry Potter world. This is my first solo fic, so please don't be too harsh. I'm still toying with the idea. Please let me know what you think.
"Oh Haaarrrrry, keep going , don't stop, don't eeeever stop, pleeeeease, keep goooooing" moaned Hermione Granger, straddling a tall, red-haired boy of eighteen.
"I won't, I won't stop," the boy said. "WAIT A MOTHER FUCKING MINUTE, DID YOU JUST FUCKING SAY HARRY!"
"What, no, of course not, Ronald. I have no idea what you're talking about. Why in heaven's name would you ask something like that?" she asked him, clearly flustered as she pulled the sheet up to cover herself.
"DON'T PULL THAT INNOCENT BULL SHIT ON ME. I DISTINCTLY HEARD YOU SAY 'HARRY'! Would you mind filling me in on the facts that I am clearly missing? We're in the middle of the most amazing sex of our relationship, and you tell HARRY of all people to keep going! I think I'll be going now 'Mione, if you don't mind!", Ron shouted as he stood. He whipped the sheet from between Hermione's sweaty hands, leaving her completely exposed, and tied it around his own waist. With that, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the staircase.
Our favorite threesome has just entered their seventh and final year of education before being set out into the real world. Hermione Granger had had one hell of a summer. She'd finally gotten together with Ron Weasley…and Harry Potter. The majority of her summer had been spent at the Burrow, and she'd quite enjoyed it. Though the boys didn't know it, those nights that she "just wasn't in the mood" were spent with the other. One night she'd accidentally ended up in Fred and George's room, but she couldn't complain about that either, for two at once was an experience she couldn't have imagined. The only other person who knew all of this was Ginny Weasley, and she couldn't really say much about it. Those nights that Hermione had spent with Ron, Ginny had spent with Harry. But with this 'love square' of sorts, who can really keep track?……
Hermione had it all worked out. She'd bring Harry up to her room on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Ron would come on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays, for she enjoyed him more. The only problem is that, for the first time in her life, she'd lost track of date. It was Wednesday, not Thursday, and the boy underneath her was Ron, not Harry. DAMMIT! She thought, how could I be THIS STUPID! Hermione pulled the heavy quilt up over her head and cried herself to sleep.
Ginny knew the date though. Ginny knew the date all to well, because she was late. Two weeks late to be precise. She was late, and she'd lied. She'd lied to Harry, Harry whom she loved and adored. She'd told him, on their last night at the Burrow, that she'd performed the Anti-Conception Charm as usual, but she hadn't. And she knew exactly what she was doing, for Ginny had it all worked out as well. If Harry got her pregnant, he'd break it off with Hermione, and be hers forever. Ginny's plan was going…just according to plan. The only problem was that Harry didn't know…
It seemed that Ron had told Harry. They both had black eyes, and Ron's arm was in a sling. The only person who spoke to Hermione at breakfast the next morning was Ginny, who was unusually chipper, thought no one knew why. All they knew was that Ginny couldn't take her eyes off of Harry. As they all stood to leave, Ginny whispered in Harry's ear, "I need to tell you something, something that's spectacular!" She grabbed him by the hand and led him to the Room of Requirement.
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