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A Harry/Ron/Hermione story. They seem to have become my favorite as of late.
They know it can't be like this forever. Such things are too scandalous to ever show in public, no matter how pure their love. When they lie, tangled up in bed together it's always hanging in the air, waiting for somebody to [have courage enough to face the facts; lose faith enough to bring it to life] speak of it. They never do. They just pull one another closer still and memorize all they can.
Some days there is a desperation between her boys that isn't usually there, and she sits back and watches them. They are rougher with one another than they are with her but no less loving. You can see it in every swipe of a freckled hand and every shudder that accompanies it. She watches them do their best to sink in to one another and she allows them their moment, because she understands.
When she can stand it no longer she crawls to them and they make room for her without a word. Words are never spoken; never needed. Just soft gasps and harsh pants as the scent of them clouds the room.
Other times he watches them, eyes full of both pain and affection as their soft noises mingle. He stares as a shaky hand runs from her temple to her belly, softly stroking and followed by a tongue. He worships her and she clings to him in silence broken only by the occasional whine.
He kisses her as she rides him, hands never stopping their path from breasts to hips and back again. Eventually he will go to them and they will shift until he is there with them. For now though they need this, and he is content to watch.
Some days he watches them interact in day to day life and can't help feel the burn of jealousy. He knows, when the time comes, they will miss him but have each other. Sometimes he tries saying the words aloud, hoping with enough practice he will gain the courage to tell the world so they can be together. The words can never make it past his lips, but it doesn't stop his trying.
When all is said and done they go their separate ways. When two of them swear vows to each other they all three cry, though not for the reasons anyone thinks. Later, when he marries as well, the vows are said through a breaking voice.
If he spends as much time at their house as he does his own nobody seems to notice. So he curls between them a little tighter and they cling just a bit longer, because eventually his wife will come calling and he will have to leave them once more.
She leans against the bathroom door and bites her bottom lip, eyes squeezed close as the whispered words float through the thin wood. She walks away, scarcely breathing until she is in the kitchen and can draw in ragged breaths without fear.
Her hand shakes slightly as she wipes her tears, eyes darting over the simple gold band that suddenly seems to burn. When he comes out she will be all smiles and happiness, just as he [wants;needs;hates] likes. Tomorrow, however, she plans for them to visit a certain couple. Some things, after all, can't last forever.