WARNING: This story contains scenes of an adult nature, including incest, pseudo-incest, a barely legal teenager having sex with older people and anal sex. If any of these things bother you then you should leave now.
AN: So sorry again about the lateness of this chapter. Life happened again and couldn't really be helped. But any way here is the fourth and final chapter of Payment Plan.
Now thanks for everyone for voting on what story they'd liked to see next. Great to see all you people showing an interest in these stories. I haven't made a final decision on which one I'll do next, although it will most likely be either Long Live the King or Purebloods and their Tedious Traditions. While most people voted for Long Live the King, I've been working on the first chapter of Purebloods for some time now, so I'd already have a head start on that one so to speak. But we'll see.
Unfortunately, the bad news is that regardless of which one I will do, it is highly unlikely that it will be out any time soon. After posting this I'm doing a bit of traveling on and off for the next few weeks, then I'm moving back to Australia and then I'll be looking for and hopefully starting a new job, so it'll be unlikely I will have either the time or the energy to focus on writing. So sorry about that.
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and supported this story, you guys are awesome.
Also I must apologise if there are any mistakes in the story. I was in a bit of a rush editing this, as I wanted it to be done before I went on holiday and still had access to a proper computer. I think I got most of them, but undoubtedly some slipped my notice.
Now with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story and feedback is always appreciated.
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It was perhaps the most unbelievable and maybe just a little uncomfortable, situation Harry had ever been in his entire life. He was bare naked in his niece's room on her bed, with said niece wearing nothing but her short red skirt, which had ceased to function as such, bunched around her waist, and both of them showed obvious signs of recently having sex, most notably the semen dripping from Rose's swollen pussy. At her door was her parents, his friends since he was eleven years old and the woman he was sleeping with and the man he was cuckolding. He completely missed Hermione's amused expression as the murderous rage on Ron's face was far more concerning, especially since the wand he had on him would not help him in duelling the other man.
Ron's body language however didn't suggest he was interested in duelling Harry either. He seemed much more interested in trying to rip Harry apart with his bare hands. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD," Ron roared as he charged towards where Harry and Rose were positioned on the bed.
Faster than anyone could perceive, mostly because everyone's focus was on the enraged red head, Hermione rolled her eyes and whipped out her wand and before anyone knew it, she had her husband wrapped neck to toe in conjured ropes, barely managing to remain upright. "Ron would you calm down," she chided matter-of-factly to the now squirming red head. "You'll burst a blood vessel at this rate."
"HE JUST FUCKED OUR DAUGHTER," Ron howled, struggling in a futile attempt to break out of the ropes.
Hermione just rolled her eyes again. "First of all, don't yell at me," she shot with a glare. "Secondly, I told Rose to have sex with Harry if he showed up. And thirdly, since when do you care about what, or in this case who, Rose does? You haven't care about her life since she left for Hogwarts, why start now?"
Hermione's words took a lot of steam away for Ron's fury, yet his indignant scowl remained. "I should be the one to take Rose's virginity, after all I am her father."
All his words received was a look of incredulity from Harry and twin looks of disgust from his wife and daughter. "Sorry, but how does being her father entitle you to taking her virginity?" his wife queried in no small measure of disdain in her voice. "And besides, Harry didn't take her virginity either, she lost it years ago."
"What," the ginger haired man hissed in rage, still not realising how much trouble he was in.
"It's true Dad," Rose said to her father, placing her hands over her naked breasts when he began leering at them. "I lost it to Scorpius Malfoy during my sixth year."
"WHAT," Ron said again, although this time significantly louder. "YOU'VE FUCKED A MALFOY? YOU'RE A MERLIN-DAMNED WHORE? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF."
Far from looking ashamed, a furious Rose got herself off of her bed, walked over to her bound father and showed him that she inherited something else her mother. "You damned hypocrite," she spat as she slapped Ron right across his face, causing him to fall over. "I'm a whore because I chose to sleep with someone I liked, but you somehow think that you own my virginity? How the fuck does any of that make sense?"
Hermione snorted at her daughter's words before turning a look of loathing towards her husband. "I don't think anyone could rightly accuse your father of thinking things through, in regards to anything at all," she said, disgusted to the man in front of her. "And for the love of Merlin Ron, would you stop bloody shouting."
Rose continued to just glare at her father. "And you say I should be ashamed of myself? For deciding what to do with my body? What about you Dad," she said, hissing the title with derision. "Do you even feel an ounce of shame or regret for almost reducing your family to poverty, or nearly condemning your supposedly treasured wife and daughter to prostitution? All because of your selfish desires."
The younger woman took a deep breath, expelling her anger, yet maintaining her glare on her father. "If it wasn't for Uncle Harry, Mum and I would probably be servicing dozens of man a day, if not more. He saved us from that and you from the gutter where you belong," Rose said evenly. "But you can't see that can you? All you can see is how the world should give you everything you want just because you're Ron fucking Weasley but no one else got the owl. Merlin you are disgusting."
"You call me disgusting," Ron snarled, anger once again overriding common sense. "But you're the one who shagged her uncle. Whore."
Without another word, Rose slapped her father again on the same cheek, causing the man to wince in pain. "But I'd be a 'good girl' if I was shagging you right Dad?" she hissed in fury, once again forgetting to shield her naked breasts for the lecherous eyes of her father. "Just so we're clear, incest doesn't bother me, just like it doesn't bother most people in the magical world. Whether you're my father or not, and whether Harry is my uncle or not, doesn't matter at all. I shagged Uncle Harry because he's a wonderful and kind man, and an even better lover. And I would never have sex with you because you are a disgusting, loathsome and pathetic sack of shit pretending to be human."
Ron looked ready to have another outburst, but thankfully, Hermione quickly cast a silencing spell and saved everyone's sanity from having to listen to Ron's delusions. "You could tell him all of this until you're blue in the face Rose," she said, slinging a comforting arm around her daughter's naked shoulders. "But he won't get it. He has his head so far up his own ass that he will never get it."
Hermione paused for a moment, shooting another foul look at husband, before continuing. "But enough about him," she said, looking between Harry and Rose. "Tell me, sweetheart, did you enjoy spending time with Uncle Harry?"
Rose's mood instantly did a one eighty. "Oh it was fantastic Mum," the younger woman gushed with a small giggle. "He's a much better lover than you described, and I had high expectations going in. Although you were right about him being resistant to the idea."
Hermione rolled her eyes good naturedly at Harry. "Honestly Harry," she said with a sigh. "Always so bloody noble. You weren't that reluctant when we first had sex."
Harry, who had up until now been watching from where he sat on Rose's bed replied to his best friend. "There's a difference between having sex with my forty five year-old best friend and having sex with her eighteen year old daughter, Hermione."
"Not when they're both very willing," Hermione shot back, sharing a grin with her oldest friend. "Speaking of which, I'm glad you're sated but it's still been a few days since I've had sex. I never used to be this sex starved. I think I've been spoilt by you Harry."
"You want to have sex right now," Harry queried, blood already flowing to his reviving member.
"Of course I do," the curly haired witch stated.
"But what about Rose," Harry asked, looking at the naked teenager.
"She'll join us of course," the mother of the girl in questioned answered.
While Harry Potter completely froze at the idea of the threesome, Rose smiled brilliantly. "Really Mum? I can have sex with both of you?"
"Of course," Hermione told her daughter, returning her smile and ogling her naked body. "Now come here sweetheart."
Rose strode forth, stepping over her fallen father who was squirming furiously against his bindings, and allowed her skirt to fall over his prone form. She reached her mother who embraced her naked child and pressed her lips against hers. Rose, briefly taken aback by being snogged by her mother, quickly got into the kiss, and allowed her hands to wander the older witch's body over the navy blue dress she had worn to the bank before finally settling on her ass, massaging her cheeks through her dress. Moaning into her daughter's lips, Hermione moved one of her own hands to Rose's naked breasts, lightly groping the naked mound. Her other arm remained secured around the younger woman's waist, holding her nubile body against her more mature one.
Harry could only watch in absolute awe at the sight in front of him and as mother and daughter practically ignored him and the other significant male in their lives squirming on the floor in favour of snogging each other, he felt his erection quickly spring back to life, despite having been emptied only moments earlier. He was torn between simply watching things unfold from his spot on Rose's bed and joining them. He eventually decided to just watch for the time being as Rose weaved her hands around her mother's body and undid the clasp of her dress on the back, deciding that he wasn't needed at this particular moment in time and wished to simply enjoy the spectacle before him.
Hermione had never kissed another girl before, save for familial kisses on the cheek and such. The only reason she had kissed Rose was to put on a show for Harry and Ron, albeit for very different reasons. However as her daughter's tongue penetrated her mouth, Hermione found she greatly enjoyed the feeling of soft feminine lips against her own, a stark difference from Harry's passionate and aggressive kisses, or Ron's attempt to establish his ownership and dominance of her by smacking his lips on hers. No, Hermione thought to herself as she felt her dress drop to the floor, which was quickly joined by her black bra and panties, this wasn't bad at all and she could definitely get used to this.
Slowly and reluctantly pulling herself away from her daughter's soft lips, Hermione turned her gaze towards her lover, who was watching the two women with undisguised lust. "Enjoying the show Harry," she asked breathlessly.
"Very much so," was his short reply.
Hermione gave small laugh at his answer. "Of course you are," she said before addressing her daughter. "I think we should join Uncle Harry on the bed don't you?"
"Absolutely Mum."
The two naked witches sauntered over to where Harry sat, his eyes transfixed on the seductive sway of their hips. "Just lie back," Hermione whispered seductively to him as she swung a leg over his waist.
Harry obeyed her commanded, allowing his upper body to decline onto his nieces bed and his older lover lined his steel hard cock with the soft lips of her pussy. "Mmm," hummed the brunette witch as she slid down on the member, allowing the appendage to fill her gap. "It's been far too long since you've been inside me Harry."
As Hermione continued to lower herself on the former Seeker's massive penis, Rose could only stare in wonderment as her mother's tiny opening somehow managed to accommodate her uncle's huge piece of manhood. It made her wonder how she managed the feat herself, and if her pussy looked the same as her mother's currently did, stuffed to the brim with a very fine specimen of masculinity. "Merlin that looks hot," moaned Rose as she couldn't take her eyes off their joining.
Hermione shot a seductive look to her daughter. "Rose honey, why don't you stand over Harry, and I'll take care of you."
Rose followed her mother's instructions, planting each foot on either side of Harry's torso, standing over the prone man with her crotch near her mother's face. The older witch wasted no time, grasping her daughter's buttocks her her hands and pulling her pussy to her mouth, diving into her offspring's private region. "Mum…" Rose gasped in surprise.
The teenaged witch had thought this was what her mother had in mind when she had given her order, but Rose was still caught off guard by how eagerly her usually conservative mother began eating her out. As the older woman's enthusiasm grew, Rose weaved her fingers through her mother's curly locks, pressing the brunette further against her vagina. "Yes Mum," Rose moaned. "Fuck… eat my pussy Mum."
Hermione moaned into Rose's womanhood in response, savouring the taste of her daughter combined with that of Harry, tasting their earlier coupling. She couldn't help but wonder if it was in any way similar to her own flavour, and reminded herself to ask Harry about it later. When they weren't occupied with more pleasurable pursuits, as Harry began thrusting his hips upwards, having grown somewhat impatient with her and her focus on Rose. "I know she's tasty Hermione, but don't forget about your guest," he chided.
Hermione's response was just to groan into her daughter's pussy again, unwilling to take her mouth away from her delightful treat to verbally respond. Still she made an effort and attempted to move her hips in time with Harry's own movements, aiding her own pleasure and that of her dark haired lover, who grasped Hermione's hips to assist in their pursuit of their respective climaxes. However, she refused to neglect her daughter for the thrusting manhood sheathed inside her, Hermione in turn slid two of her dainty fingers from where they rested on Rose's smooth cheek to the tiny opening between her rear, inserting them delicately into the hole. "Oh Mum," Rose exclaimed at the sudden intrusion. "I've… um… oh my… never… ah…"
"Mmm, so my daughter is… still a virgin back there…" moaned Hermione, pulling her mouth away from her daughter's pussy in need of air, a task made harder by the cock inside her. "Good… I think Uncle Harry should take that virginity… don't you? Just like he did me."
Rose's eyes widened in surprise at her mother's words as the older witch once again began lapping up the juices of her daughter. While she had been surprised when her mother first told her about her affair with Uncle Harry, she had still imagined that despite the sordid nature of their coupling, the act itself between her conservative mother and her noble uncle had been relatively tame. Yet she supposed she shouldn't be surprised at her mother's words, after all she was the one to suggest that she daughter seduce her lover. And despite feeling somewhat nervous about the idea of her uncle taking her backdoor virginity, it also excited her to no end. "Oh Merlin… Mum… ah… I'm coming…" Rose muttered, struggling to maintain standing while her orgasm quickly approached.
Hermione quickly realised from the way her daughter was trembling that she couldn't be able to keep standing, and so she gently pushed her hips downwards, lowering Rose so her hips where hovering over Harry's upper torso, all the while maintaining her assault on her daughter's nether regions. And it was not a moment too soon either, as Rose shook violently as her orgasm hit her. "Oh Merlin yes…" she cried as her body exploded with pleasure. "Yes Mum… oh Merlin so good…"
With the eroticism of making her daughter climax so thorough combined with the massive piece of meat still moving in her like a piston, Hermione knew that she would soon be joining Rose in the land of orgasmic bliss. Harry too seemed to sense this and feeling his niece writhe on top of his chest as she came, doubled his efforts to make her mother feel the same. "Yes Harry… uh… that's it…" Hermione moaned as Harry's thrusts speed up, focusing solely on her own pleasure now that her daughter was taken care of.
It was difficult for Harry to maintain his rhythm with Rose sitting over him, yet he was still determined to make Hermione come, especially before he did. After witnessing the erotic sight of a mother eating her daughter out and making her come, he knew he wasn't far off and he felt it was his duty to repay her for treating him to such a spectacle. A duty he was more than happy to comply with. Fortunately for him, his niece, still a bit fuzzy from her climax, seemed to sense his difficulty and ungracefully flung herself to his side, no longer obstructing his view of his more mature lover.
As Rose's head cleared itself from her post-orgasmic haze, she propped herself against the wall next to her bed and gazed at her mother and her uncle. She watched as both of them put all of their attention and effort into pleasure each other, a task made much easier without her between them. She found it incredibly hot watching her usually conservative mother bounce up and down on her lover, her firm breasts bouncing in time with her movements. And no less arousing was the sight of her beloved uncle, his body jerking upwards in time with the older witch's movements while his hands grasped her hips to aid her. Watching the two of them, Rose felt her own arousal return, and couldn't help but slide her small hand to the front of her crotch, her fingers inserting themselves where her mother's tongue had been not moments before.
Both Harry and Hermione noticed Rose's action from the corner of their respective eyes, yet aside from noting how arousing it was to see the delectable teen play with herself, paid her no attention, too focused on their reaching their own orgasms. "Yes, Harry, yes," Hermione cried as she continued to ride him, quickly pushing herself over the edge. "Merlin yes I'm cummMMINGGGG."
Her scream and the way her depths tightened around his cock as she coated him with her juices as she continued to ride him was the last push Harry needed for his own climax. "Fuck… ah," he grunted as he tightened his grip on Hermione's hips, sheathing as much of himself inside her as he once again filled her pussy with his seed.
Hermione was surprised at herself when she discovered exactly how much she loved being filled with Harry's cum. True it had only been a few days since their last encounter, yet it had felt like an eternity. She had missed the warm tingling sensation she felt when he unloaded inside her and the thought of the potential impregnation. She never used to be this desperate for sex, but then she had spent more than twenty years with a sex life that could only be described as adequate at best, and only if she was feeling generous towards Ron. Which was not often these days.
Still she moaned happily as her body accepted Harry's potent sperm into her womb, hopefully giving her her long desired third child. But even if it wasn't the case, it's not like she would stop trying with Harry, she simply enjoyed it too much.
Without any warning, the revived Rose pounced on her mother, causing the pair of them to gently tumble off of their shared lover, with Hermione moaning at the loss of Harry's member inside her, to the other side of her big bed. Pinning the older witch beneath, Rose then proceeded to attack Hermione's lips with her own, shortly catching the brunette by surprise before she eagerly responded to the kiss, her hands roaming her daughter's taut body before finally settling on her firm derriere, causing Rose to moan into their kiss as she massages her cheeks.
Harry watched as his two lovers once again snogged right in front of him, regulating him to a mere spectator rather than a participant. However this time he wasn't going to settle for just watching, he still wanted to fuck Rose once last time before he took a break. He moved himself onto his knees and positioned himself behind his niece, fitting himself between the two pairs of legs.
Despite being distracted by her daughter's skilled kissing, not to mention her nimble fingers that had now penetrated her vagina, Hermione made note of Harry's movements. She gently separated her lips of Rose's, much to the younger girl's annoyance given her pout. "Fuck her ass Harry," Hermione ordered her long-time friend, spreading the redhead's cheeks for him. "Take her anal virginity like you took mine."
Hermione felt her daughter tense up in nervousness and immediately sought to ease her child's concerns. "Don't worry Rose, it'll feel good," she promised her daughter in a husky voice. "Harry has this spell that makes it feel amazing."
"Hmm, alright then," Rose consented, still a bit nervous but trusting that her beloved mother and uncle wouldn't hurt her.
Hermione smiled reassuringly at her daughter before returning the younger woman's lips to her own and resumed snogging her. Harry meanwhile, was more than prepared to re-join in the fun, however couldn't seemed to find a wand anywhere near him. He couldn't even remember what happened to his own wand, nor could he remember what happened to Hermione's wand after she used it to silence Ron. He looked around hurriedly, the erotic sounds coming from where his lovers were engaged spurring him to quickly find a wand and join in the fun.
While he couldn't find his wand, or Hermione's, he did spot Ron's wand, lying a few feet away from where the furious redhead lay, still struggling in futility against his wife's bindings. Unashamedly, a bare naked Harry got off of the teenager's bed and strode over to the husband and father of the two beautiful women he was currently engaged with. "You don't mind do you Ron," Harry said jovially, picking up the willow wand.
Ron's response, which involved an increase fervour of squirming, a rapidly moving jaw and a very angry look made Harry glad that the other man had been silenced. Ignoring anything else from his former friend, he picked up the wand and returned to Hermione and Rose who while were still kissing each other were now using their fingers to add to their pleasure, his absence apparently not noticed.
Wasting no time, he uttered the lubrication spell, a spell he was now very familiar with using, at Rose's teen asshole. "Alright Rose, now it's time to fuck your delicious ass," Harry announced, kneeling behind her as he used his hands to spread her cheeks and lined himself up with her virgin orifice.
Although Rose was mostly distracted by her mother's lips on her own and her fingers playing with her pussy, she still braced herself for her uncle's penetration, unsure of exactly what was coming. Despite this, she still couldn't help but gasp into her mother's mouth as she felt the tip of Harry's member being inserted into her rear. "How does it feel," Hermione asked after separating from her lips.
"I'm... not sure," Rose grunted as more of her uncle's flesh rod entered inside her previously virgin opening.
Hermione just smiled at her daughter, all the while fingering her womanhood. "I know it's a bit unusual at first," she told her red haired daughter. "But trust me, when Harry gets going, it'll feel incredible. Do you want him to keep going?"
"Yeah," came Rose's breathless response.
Taking the cue, Harry began to slowly move inside her tiny hole. Like the first time he had had anal sex with Hermione, he really struggled to hold himself back, wanting nothing more than to plough his niece like no tomorrow, but he knew that while that would be great for him, it wouldn't be that great for Rose. He had to go slow at first, just so she could get used to his size otherwise it wouldn't be as enjoyable for her, even with the lubrication spell and Harry was a considerate lover, if nothing else.
Fortunately for Harry, like mother, like daughter, Rose quickly became accustomed to having a cock in her ass. "Mmm, it feels good now," Rose announced with a moan, pushing her hips back to meet her uncle's slow thrusts.
"Think you can handle a bit more," asked Harry, desperately wanting to pound his niece's tight orifice.
She nodded her permission and then gasped as Harry increased his speed, sliding his cock in and out of her asshole faster and faster. Rose wouldn't never even thought about anal sex before, yet now, with her favourite uncle behind her, she could easily say that it was definitely something she would be doing again. Providing her mother was amenable to the idea of her continuing to help with the debt. Although, given the way her mother's fingers were dancing inside her dripping pussy and how she distracted her daughter by pressing her lips and hers, Rose felt that that idea was definitely in the cards.
With a hard cock pounding away in her asshole, all restraint now abandoned by her Uncle Harry, and her mother's talented fingers working a different kind of magic of her pussy, it didn't take long for Rose to reach another climax, the double penetration was proving too much for her. "Ah… uhhh… oh Merlin…" she cried, hers orifices tightening around their respective invaders.
Hermione smiled in delight at the feeling of her daughter's lips constricted around her digits and how her fingers quickly became coated in Rose's sweet nectar. She pulled her hand away from the younger witch's crotch and brought it up to the small space between their two faces. Making sure her daughter was watching, a task which seemed a bit difficult for orgasming teenager, Hermione seductively lapped her daughter's honey from her digits. Once she had cleaned her hand, Hermione once again pressed her lips against those of her daughter, kissing the younger woman and making sure Rose could taste herself on her mother's tongue.
Breaking their kiss in need of air, Hermione looked over Rose's shoulder to check on her lover and lifelong friend. "Are you getting close Harry," she asked huskily as the man continued to thrust in and out of her daughter's asshole.
Harry's response came in the form of a rushed nod. "Pull out before you come," she commanded. "I have something special in mind."
Neither Harry nor Rose seemed too happy about that plan, yet Harry knew Hermione well enough to know that following her requests usually worked out for him. When he felt himself close to peaking, he withdrew his cock from Rose's ass and watched as Hermione shifted herself and Rose around, so that both of their heads were lying in front of his knees, their pretty faces, although upside down from his view, right beneath his volatile shaft.
Both women each brought a hand to the member, furiously stroking it to trigger his climax, and neither had to wait very long. Something about seeing mother and daughter there, lying with their beautiful and almost identical faces staring up at him after he had just fucked both of them, not to mention one of them being in the ass, really turned Harry on, and he experienced perhaps one of the most powerful orgasms in his life. The first few spurts rocketed off and were uncontrolled, although he still managed to land a few shots on Rose and Hermione's breasts. However the two women then aimed the cock towards their mouths, each catching a few spurts each in their opened lips, although some still got onto their faces.
As Harry felt himself calm down and that no more semen was coming forth, he looked down at his two lovers and admired his handy work. Both women, with opened mouths full of cum and streaks of it on their cheeks and breasts, looked up at him adoringly, before once again turning their attention to each other, kissing each other and sharing the cum that had caught in their mouths. Naturally, Harry, as a red blooded male, couldn't help but comment. "Merlin that's hot."
The two women broke apart and smiled seductively at their shared lover. "I thought you might like this," Hermione commented as Rose just giggled as they both sat up and sat on the edge of the bed.
Hermione looked over to her bound husband, who was now staring at them in unrestrained fury, although the robes and silencing spell still held firm. "What do you think Ron?" she asked with venom in her voice as her mood shifted quickly. "Don't you think your wife and daughter look hot covered with your best friend's cum?"
Ron's reply came as a furiously moving jaw and angry movements as he once again futilely fought against his wife's bindings. "That's what I thought," Hermione said before turning back to her lover and daughter. "Perhaps we should continue this in our room and let Ron go back to thinking he's nothing but the victim here."
With the other two nodding their consent, the threesome got off of the teenager's bed and without putting any clothes on, left the room, leaving only the furious red haired man with entitlement issues.
Five Months Later.
For the first time in six months, Ronald Weasley walked down the garden path leading to his home with a spring in his step and self-satisfied smile on his face. After six months of torture, of having to work a second job, of not being able to go to Chudley games, of having to get most of his meals himself, his debt was cleared and he was fear from that bastard Harry Potter. Now all that was left for Ron to do was to re-establish himself as the head of the household. Something that was made easier now that Hermione was no longer whoring herself out to his former best friend. He was of course ignoring the fact that he was actually a beneficiary, at least financially, of his wife's extramarital activities, but Ron was naturally too self-absorbed to even consider that.
And as he walked through the front door, he was also too self-absorbed to notice that his house, previously looking a little worn, was now sporting a brand new coat of paint.
Oblivious to the changes on the outside of his house, Ron had to do a double take on the changes that had happened on the inside. Like the outside of his home, the walls now had a fresh coat of paint on them, the floors were now covered in a brand new, and from the looks of it quite expensive, carpet and all their old and worn out furniture had been replaced with much newer models, which again looked very costly. Ron couldn't help but wonder if he had stumbled into the wrong house. It certainly wouldn't be the first time.
However he received confirmation that it was indeed his house when he found his wife lying on the sofa with a book in hand. "Hermione what the hell is going on," he exclaimed at her.
Rolling her eyes at her husband, Hermione pulled her attention away from her book, a fascinating read about intricate spell weaving, and shot Ron an annoyed look. "Language Ron, and what on earth are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about all the new stuff in our house," he said, gesturing around to with living room, which didn't contain a single thing that had been present when he had left that morning. Even the book Hermione was reading was brand new.
"Oh that," Hermione replied, understanding her husband's confusing. "Well, I was cleaning up Hugo's old room for when the baby arrives," she explained, gently rubbing her five month pregnancy bump.
Ron grunted at those words. Hermione was now pregnant with Harry's child, although everyone else thought it was his because he didn't want to be humiliated at being cuckolded by his former friend. Of course what annoyed him most was that it meant that Hermione still wasn't dedicating all of her attention on him like she was supposed to, but instead was looking after the little bastard she was carrying, and even seemed to be looking forward to being a mother again. The fact that Rose too had been carrying Harry's child for three months just made things worse.
Hermione glared at her husband's unappreciative noise. "So anyway, as I was cleaning up and pulled out Hugo's old crib, it fell apart. Now I suppose I could have fix it with a charm, but instead I decided to buy new furniture for the baby's room. But just before I left, I looked around the house and realised that there isn't a piece of furniture in this house that isn't under ten years old. So I decided to get new furniture for the entire house."
The youngest Weasley son just stared in disbelief. "But how on earth did you pay for everything?"
Hermione shot her husband an incredulous look. "Seriously? You're worried about money now? You've blown thousands of galleons on foolish bets but when I replace our decrepit furniture, that's when you decide to worry about our finances?" she cried out in amazement before answer his question. "Well I don't know if you really care or not, but Harry basically gave me a carte blanche to buy everything I needed to fix the place up."
"He just gave to the money?" Ron exclaimed. "How much was it?"
"Oh, it was a lot. In fact it may have been cheaper to just buy a new house. And did I say gave?" Hermione queried with a lusty look on her face that Ron didn't like one bit. "I meant to say he loaned us the money."
While the redhead was usually very slow on the uptake, he was pretty sure where Hermione was going with this. "But that means…" he stammered before trailing off.
"That's right, Rose and I will have to work very hard to pay him back and for a very long time. But I think it'll be very worthwhile in the end. Now, you might want to make yourself scarce for the night, Harry will be here soon for his first repayment."
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