Even with the tent tightly closed, the cold air slipped in. It was oppressive, clinging tight to Hermione's body as she sat on a chair. Ron was still lying in bed, hidden under a blanket, and Harry was at the camp stove, making everyone tea. Despite the winter frost though, the atmosphere in the tent was as relaxed and as peaceful as a summer day. Hermione's plan was working perfectly. Harry had grown more accustomed to taking what he wanted and Ron showed none of the jealously she had first feared. Dare she even think it in such trying times, but Hermione almost considered them as being happy.

"I think we need to make a move," Harry said, levitating mugs onto the tent's table. He then waved his wand at a series of lantern, a flood of heat filling their makeshift home. "The winter's only going to get harsher. We need a roof over our heads."

Hermione stood up, walking over to the table to take her drink. She had been fearing this moment, waiting for when Harry was going to suggest it. "We can't go back to Godric's Hollow. It's too dangerous."

"I'm not saying we just apparate in there," Harry said. "We should scope it out. But think about it. It's a ruin, we could charm it, add protections, and maybe there's some clue Dumbledore left for us. We've got no other ideas."

Climbing out of bed, Ron joined them at the tent's table. He did not take hold of his tea though. Hermione smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her legs, glad that Harry had charmed the lanterns to heat the place. For a time she had thought about giving up on underwear, but then she realized how much her boys loved that moment of seeing her bubbly backside straining the fabric of her panties and she knew she couldn't deprive them of that view. She bent over the table, arching her back, presenting herself as she took a hold of her mug and sipped at the tea.

"I agree with Hermione, mate," Ron said from behind her. His fingers slipped between her black panties and the paleness of her skin. He pulled them down to her knees, leaving her ass on show. "The Death Eaters have got to be watching that place."

"Thank you, Ron," Hermione said, glad for the back-up. She spread her legs as far as the panties around her knees would let her.

Harry didn't say anything, merely staring at his tea. Hermione knew he was trying to find the right argument, the right line of reasoning to convince her but she was slightly distracted by the hands squeezing at her bottom. She bit down on her lip as she heard Ron's zipper being undone and then felt his cock at her folds, easing inside her with a single thrust. They both let out a moan. As much as it embarrassed her to admit it, Hermione rather thought she liked being bent over the most of all. Ron's fingers dug into her hips as he began to fuck her, his own hips pressing against her ass. The tent was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"Okay," Harry said, putting his tea down. Hermione looked up at him from her position of being bent over the table. Ron didn't slow his thrusts. "Let's go in disguise. Polyjuice ourselves as muggles or something. Have a look around. Investigate. And then look for some place to stay."

Hermione wanted to continue the argument, but she found it hard to form any words as Ron's hand snaked around her front and dipped between her thighs, his fingers teasing her clit. She moaned and she felt Ron's cock throb inside her. Instead of arguing with Harry, she dropped her head onto the table, concentrating on bouncing her hips back in time with Ron's.

"I think, Merlin, I think that's a good compromise," Ron said from behind Hermione. In between thrusts, he took the opportunity to smack Hermione's ass, just enough to watch it jiggle. Hermione's eyes went wide, surprised at how the spank sent a surge of pleasure through her body. "We get in. We get out. Nothing messy."

The boys seemed rather pleased with Ron's innuendo and decided they agreed. They would go to Godric's Hollow tomorrow. Hermione rolled her eyes, but knew she had been outvoted. Instead she watched as Harry, now content with having a plan, pushed down his own pants to release his hardening cock. She licked her lips out of instinct, ready to take her friend inside her mouth, before she felt Ron pull out from behind her, landing another smack on Hermione's round backside.

"Go on," Ron smiled. "I'll finish in her mouth."

Harry clapped Ron on the back as he walked past. Hermione felt a shiver run up her spine as Ron helped her off the table, instead bending her at the waist in the middle of the tent. Her boys stood at either end of her. She opened her mouth wide, letting Ron slide his cock along her tongue, just as Harry drove his cock inside her wetness. She took them both with ease. Sex with her boys individually was great. Harry was caring and Ron was like an animal. But sex with them together was perfection. Hermione moaned as Ron coiled his fingers in her bushy hair, holding her head steady as he fucked her mouth, his cock pushing between her lips.

"Don't forget the clit," Ron grunted and Harry nodded, reaching down between Hermione's thighs. His fingers found her nub in an instant.

For the first time, she came first. Pleasure racking her body from being filled, from being the object of desire, from feeling Harry's finger on her clit, Hermione's body fell over the cliff and orgasmed. Her legs shook and she moaned loudly, the sound muffled by Ron's cock buried inside her mouth. It was enough to set him off though. His cock throbbed and twitched and suddenly Hermione's mouth was filled with his seed, the salty taste running along her tongue and down her throat.

Ron rested against the table, reaching for his mug of tea as he smiled at Hermione's panting, sweaty face. Her hair was wild and her breasts jiggled every time Harry's hips slapped against her ass. It was in these moments, when he knew that she was satisfied, that Harry let go. He rutted against her like an animal, pounded her from behind, the cheeks of her ass bouncing as Harry took her hard from behind. He did not slow until he groaned her name, spilling himself inside.

"So we have a majority?" Harry panted, his voice hoarse. He pulled himself free from Hermione and went back to his tea. "To Godric's Hollow?"

"The motion carries," Ron nodded.

Hermione moaned and dropped to the floor of the tent, completely satisfied. "I hate you two."