Title: A Fan of Crowds
Author: Milly Methodical
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Slash & Het, First time, hurt/comfort, trio!friendship, flangsty-fluff, baby!fic.
Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Ron/Harry, Harry/Hermione, etc., mentions of previous Harry/Ginny.
Rating: M
Warning: Sexual scenes, adult language, Partner Betrayal and other things that will give away plot, reading this will likely cause you to spontaneously combust if you're a total noob to fandom and have yet to read anything outside the het-box.
READ THE A/N AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SECOND CHAPPY, IT HAS MORE WARNINGS FOR THOSE OF YOU...WHO NEED IT.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and will return the characters to their books after I have sexed/knocked them up and done all the naughtiest things I can think of to them.
A/N: This is unbeta'd, oops! I've never really enjoyed these pairings, but…uh, I don't know, the muse made me do it, my sister would likely be proud, but too squicked out to read anything this pornographic that's written by me. Please let me know how I did, and um, I'm sorry if I haven't quite spelled out what this is, but just…well, take a chance and try something new, it's definitely what I did!
Oh, and this fic is complete, but I may visit back with them later on if anyone asks nicely!
Summary: Hermione is getting sick of hearing Ron slip up her name every time they are in the middle of making love—and taking things into her own hands seemed like a good idea—until she came upon the scene in her living room and was given some unexpected news all at once.
A Fan of Crowds
Prologue
The first few times it had happened, she had let it go…after all, hadn't she been the one to bring up that fantasy? It wasn't as if she herself wasn't guilty of thinking of Harry Potter in the middle of a little fun. But…today had felt different, what with them being married and all…so it was harder to let go, even as she felt her lover—no, husband—increase his pace, thrusting into her faster and bringing a hand down that seemed to fumble before remembering the right way to rub her and bring her off. Even as her traitorous body allowed her to come, her heart broke just a little at the way those gorgeous blue eyes were focused at something else, faraway, over her shoulder.
"Ha-Hermione," the deep voice panted into her ear, and her keen hearing allowed her to pick up on the weird hesitation of her name, and she moaned her own release as Ron's clever fingers brought her over the edge once again. But it still wasn't enough, and her mind slowly shut down, even as her husband pulled out, kissed her hair softly and sighed a cleaning spell into her shoulder. The spell did little to make her feel clean, it only seemed to brush away a top layer of guilt, disgust and deep loathing that was slowly blossoming into something…something so much worse than the simple fury and childish hate she had felt for Ronald Weasley as a child.
This needs to change before it destroys us, is all Hermione could think, even as she felt doubt and fear churning in her stomach, a plan was forming in her mind, now, only to set it in motion…
A/N: Little bit of a break-up to give the fic a bit of a breather, I tried to stay IC, having read/watched/thought/discussed so much about these characters, I'm hoping JK would be proud, or maybe disturbed...or probably a bit of both, that would make me happy. Please continue to chapter one, but let me know what you thought, and remember, I haven't had any beta this baby, so, be afraid and be kind? Take care of me! :3
-M