Previously:
"I still don't think Ron would be too keen on a repeat." Hermione eventually spoke, her tone a little distant, but more importantly, a little disappointed.
"That's cool," Harry said lightly. "But if you guys ever change your mind, let me know. I'd be more than happy to fuck you again."
"W-what?" Hermione asked quickly in response. She had heard full well what Harry had said, but the excitement of his words made her ache to hear them again.
Harry knew full just what effect this was having on the gorgeous, 18-year-old girlfriend. He turned a little in his seat, looking at her before he spoke again.
"I said." He paused in anticipation, throwing Hermione a smug smile. "If your boyfriend ever wants to watch me fuck you again... I'll be more than happy to."
"S-... sure." Hermione almost lustfully swore at Harry's words but managed to compose herself. She stared at Harry as if soulless, her whole being absolutely caught on Harry's dirty words.
A moment passed as the pair stared at each other. As Hermione stared blankly, the last Potter's mind was whirling away in calculated guesses as to what the girl was thinking. Though that was obvious to any man with half a brain, Harry was planning how he would actually make this more of a reality. He knew after he fucked Hermione that she would find it hard to not want it to happen again, but now it was just about convincing her boyfriend, and from what heard from Hermione, it was going to be easier than he originally planned. The moment broke when Harry eventually spoke.
"I think we should get ready for Hogsmeade." Harry smiled, turning back to his casual self as if he had morphed into a completely different person.
Hermione could only manage a dazed nod.
As Ron started the trek back to the common room after finishing his keeping practice with the Gryffindor chasers, he couldn't help but hope that Hermione and Harry's meet-up had gone decently. Partially because he was about to sit through a few hours of being with them both, but mainly as a hurt relationship between Harry and Hermione would most likely result in a setback to the dirty roleplay the pair had only just begun to explore.
During the classes he had that day, Ron couldn't help but fantasize about Harry and Hermione being alone together, fucking each other mercilessly while he was away. He knew this was purely a fantasy, and that Hermione wouldn't have betrayed him like that, but the thought of it had driven him wild. No doubt this would be the pivotal point of the couples' roleplay if they managed to make it to Hermione's dorm after Hogsmeade.
Ron's pace quickened at the thought, tonight was going to be fun on all fronts. The youngest Weasley male started making his way up the stairs that led to the Gryffindor Tower, giving nods of acknowledgement to fellow Gryffindors who were making their way out for the night. Sure, it was a Monday, but that usually marked the more intensive week of partying, the last chance to really enjoy being free when they were only being subjected to revisions and overviews of the topics to come.
Ron smiled to himself as he made his way to his dorm room, quickly opening it in the excitement of the night ahead. He was greeted by the smile of his sexy brunette girlfriend, who was sat on his bed, looking a little bored by this point. He stared down her gorgeous hazel eyes that were slightly covered by her long, brunette hair that passed her neck before resting on her firm, smooth and round breasts.
"Hey, babe," Ron said with a cheeky tone. He walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek. "Have fun?"
"Yeah, it was okay," Hermione replied before nodding to the middle of the room. "Just chatting with Harry."
"Yeah, the guy you just ignored." Harry waved sarcastically from his chair.
"Oh, sorry. Hey babe." Ron joked, throwing him an intentionally effeminate wave.
"That's better." Harry kept the joke going. "Look this is really awkward babe, but this girl wanted to come on our date."
"Oh no!" Ron replied, putting his broom down as he tried not to laugh. He moved over to his bed and sat beside 'Mione. "That's just going to ruin our whole night."
"I know, bollocks." Harry sighed, he tried to resist the urge to smile as Hermione began to laugh.
"It's really scary how convincing you two are." Hermione laughed at them, causing the boys to let out a smile.
"No, what's scary is that it's almost eight and we're not at Rosie's yet," Harry stated as he stood up, gesturing that they should get a move on.
The three stood up and started to grab at money pouches, wands, and anything else needed for the night, moving around each other as if everything had been completely normal, which, for the most part, was completely normal. Hermione threw Ron a fun smile, hinting that her day had gone well, which was quickly reciprocated by the loving boyfriend. Nothing had changed between them, save the incredible rewards they reaped for their sex life.
The only person who felt a little different was now waiting by the door. Harry watched on as Ron finished dressing and the couple quickly finished sorting their stuff and made their way out of the dorm. Under the fun and the casual exterior of Ron's roommate, their best friend they had known for almost a decade, was a social expert, calculating every slight movement between the couple in aid of his own benefit. To Harry, that benefit was going to be incredible. That benefit was Ron's girlfriend.
"Shut the fuck up, I'm getting it." Harry laughed as he pulled out his gold card, raising his hand in objection to Ron trying to pay for the first round. "Just find us a table, it's fucking flooded in here."
"I think there's one in the corner." Hermione pointed over the head of a nearby pub-goer.
"Defend it with your life." Harry joked as he made his way through the crowd to the bar.
Hermione and Ron followed suit, slipping in and out of the small gaps between the crowd of people in The Regal Mermaid, a new pub owned by Madam Rosemerta of The Three Broomsticks, close to it that was exclusive to the Hogwarts students. Despite the fact that the pub was usually quite spacious, it seemed awfully cramped due to the sheer amount of people trying to enjoy the last few nights before their work really began. The pub was very new, and was decorated in an old but rather fashionable in a regal sort of way, hence the appropriate name of The Regal Mermaid.
The couple eventually managed to swerve through the crowd and eventually made their way to a small table in the pub's corner. The chairs were quite posh for the average pub, covered in thick and comfortable red leather. The furniture of the pub was new, which was a testament to how recent it had opened – a few months after the reopening of Hogwarts post-war. The seclusion of the corner drowned the music played by the pub owner to a meek whisper. It was a rather unsociable table in the corner of the room, but perfect for a catch-up. The pair sat down, this was actually one of the first few times they had had a chance to talk together, save the brief meeting in the halls a few hours ago.
"And the verdict for your Divination class?" Hermione asked as she sat down.
"I should've listened to you." Ron sighed.
"Better late than never." Hermione quipped in response to her boyfriend's remarks.
"How about you?" The redhead asked as he relaxed against his seat. "How'd catching up with Harry go?"
"Oh." Hermione was a little unsure about what to say. She didn't particularly want to admit she had spent the better part of her time with Harry talking about sex, so instead of giving a response, she turned the question back at her boyfriend. "Oh! That reminds me. Harry told me you've blabbed about what we were doing while he was gone."
"I hardly 'blabbed'," Ron replied. Hearing that your boyfriend had been sharing all your sexual secrets with his friend would spark an argument in any girl, but the couple were talking about it so casually it could have been the weather forecast for the week. "I just told him..."
"That we fantasized about him fucking me." Hermione interrupted. Ron was no doubt going to say this, but even the chance to say it aloud excited her. She gave her boyfriend a smile before clearing the air. "Don't worry, I don't care. I know it's just guy talk."
The pair spent the next couple of minutes going into greater detail about Hermione's chat with Harry. To Ron, this was mainly confusing as he couldn't remember sharing half the details with Harry that Hermione said he had, but this was quickly disregarded at the openness of the conversation about their fantasy.
"You're not mad?" Hermione eventually asked after finishing her recount of their conversation with the fact she shared their Quidditch team fantasy. She had reserved the fact that Harry offered a repeat.
"Why would I be?" Ron shrugged, a little turned on at hearing that Hermione shared a few fantasies. "Besides, Harry's not going to tell anyone."
"No..." Hermione started with a whisper, leaning in a little to her boyfriend to speak her next words softly. "That I spoke to him about the time we fucked?"
"I do trust you, you know." Ron started with a laugh, he watched his gorgeous brunette girlfriend move back into her seat in relaxation before he spoke again, his words a little more serious. "It just adds to the fantasy a bit, and besides..."
"Move up, move up." Harry interrupted as he floated a number of drinks in front of him. He placed the firewhiskeys onto the table and took a seat at the round table so that he almost appeared opposite the couple. "What were you guys on about? Or do I even want to know now?"
"Yeah, we were talking about you before you interrupted." Hermione mocked. "But yeah, I completely agree Ron, he's become a total ass hole. I still wonder where that shy boy went who couldn't form a coherent sentence when he wanted to ask Cho out."
Ron and Harry let out a laugh, albeit, Harry's was far more sarcastic. The drinks between the three began to flow and a far more idle conversation began to rise. It was much like normal times between them, daft jokes and mindless banter making up most of the conversation. They actually had a chance to talk about their breaks in a way that didn't quickly return to the topic of sex, though that was heavily explored on Harry's half, but not in mention of Ron and Hermione's fantasies. As time passed and the bar became a little more lively, the drinks began to sink away into the trio, slight slurs from Hermione and horrible hand-eye coordination from the boys were the starting signs of the effects of the alcohol they consumed, and it was in great number.
Harry seemed determined to make a night of it, and after a couple of drinks to Ron's name, he felt the same way. Four firewhiskeys, two shots of Quintin and a helping of the Goblin for each of the boys resulted in a very merry atmosphere at the table, this being at the expense of a few bathroom breaks. Hermione had managed to knock back a few drinks to her name but was never really adept at keeping up with her boyfriend and best friend.
Inebriation came hand in hand with adventure and happiness with Ron, which usually spurred his roommate on just the same. The conversation, like for most late teens under the effect of booze turned to sex, and for a great deal of time stayed that way. At first, there was little mention of elephant in the room, that being the erotic fantasy they had shared that was on the tip of each of their tongues, but with a bit of a confident tone and merry atmosphere around them, the three weren't able to divert from it for much longer. It was ever so appropriately brought up in perfect timing by Harry, who used it rather humorously in aid of the competition the three were having about the dirtiest fantasies they have heard of.
"Oh man, I've got one. Completely weird." Harry spoke up after Hermione had just recalled a story about a movie she had seen, in which the protagonist had a thing for pain-play. He found it hard to resist a smile, and the moment he spoke again with his poorly acted words Ron and Hermione gave him sarcastic looks in understanding. "I know this one couple, and I completely fucked the life out of his girl, right?"
"Oh wow, they sound completely fucked up!" Hermione mocked, waving her hands in front of her sarcastically.
"I'll say." Ron shook his head sarcastically, feigning astonishment. "You wouldn't want to run into people like that in the middle of a dark alley."
Harry laughed as they played along with the joke, despite how transparent his joke had appeared, the topic swayed in just the way he wanted. He took a deep breath in, faking a sense of thought before speaking again to the couple, a little more considerately.
"I think in comparison to the other things we've heard..." Harry nodded to Hermione specifically in reference to her pain-play hero. His eyes danced between the pair, taking in their thoughts of suspense for the words he would speak next. "You guys have a really good thing going."
Hermione reached under the table and squeezed her boyfriend's hand in appreciation. Neither of them knew how to react to Harry's words, as sweet as they were, they seemed almost jealous in a way. The gorgeous brunette watched as Ron let out a smile of gratitude, causing a loving sensation of trust and completeness to swamp her.
"Honestly," Ron spoke with slightly slurred words. He leaned into the table a bit the way he always did when he was about to say something heartfelt, or on a more serious tone. "I'm really fucking glad you're not weirded out by what happened. I mean, that would have been devastating to us."
"Yeah," Hermione replied meekly, nodding her head in agreement with her boyfriend.
"Merlin, no. Honestly, the thing you have going between you two isn't uncommon... it's pretty basic as far as fantasies go. And besides, most couples don't even find that one thing that sets them off..." Harry lied, making sure to refer to the pair as a couple. He wanted to make this fetish almost like a bond between the two, something that they could be open and proud of, something that hopefully they would explore in the future. He thought of his carefully planned words, trying to give words of praise to them for liking a fantasy that could involve him fucking Hermione again. "And the ones that do... well, it takes them years. It's just amazing you guys have done it so young."
Harry watched as the couple shuffled into each other, the pair were almost smug as they smiled between them. He couldn't have asked for a better response. He found it all too easy to feed the idea that what they were exploring was an amazing thing, something that set them aside from unexciting couples, something that makes up part of their relationship. To put such status on it, to have them hold their fantasies with such importance was crucial for Harry to make his next move. He paused before speaking again, Ron and Hermione were intrigued by his words.
"Not to mention the trust. I mean, any other guy would have held what we did against his girl forever." Harry looked at Ron incredulously, trying to let him know that he was proud. "It's fucking insane that your relationship is so strong that you actually come out of the other side with things better than they were before."
"Much better." Hermione gave a sultry smile to her boyfriend, squeezing his hand as she did so.
"I trust her," Ron said happily to his roommate. "Beyond anything else. I can't say I've felt that way about another girl before... and what's more, is that I trust you. I could watch you fuck her over and over, but I'd know it wouldn't hurt us as a couple."
Hermione sat on edge at her boyfriend's words. Had he really just said that? She knew he had been into the fantasy lately, and she always thought they might repeat the fantasy, but to hear him say it so abruptly and directly to the guy that would most likely be in on it sent her into shock. She couldn't help but give a smile of anticipation at the course of the conversation.
"Well, I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it hot," Harry admitted, though he didn't specify that was solely toward getting another chance to fuck his best friend's stunning brunette girlfriend. "But I guess that's for when you guys are ready for it if you ever are."
Ron's heart skipped a beat when he felt his loving girlfriend squeeze his hand in appreciation at Harry's words. Was she serious about this? He found it hard to distinguish the difference between her teasing remarks and seriousness these days due to the absorption they had within the fantasy. He quickly glanced to her, only to see her staring aimlessly, lost in deep thought at Harry's words. The redhead felt a little nervous, unsure but all the while inspired by the kindness of Harry's words. His best mate was right though, they had found something that completely revitalised their already blossoming relationship. They had come out of something once considered taboo with things even better than ever, would it really be that weird if they explored it a little further with Harry? Besides, when would they ever find another guy as understanding to the topic as him?
Harry drank in the reactions of the couple as their minds played on the idea. He had a stash of ideas saved for any reaction they may have thrown at him, but for now, it was important to let them absorb the idea because, with the drink they had involved, their minds would wander to past experiences.
Hermione couldn't help but shuffle in her seat as her mind vividly replayed flashbacks of the night they had been seduced into the fantasy. The loud moans, the dirty looks she got, the burning, unbelievable feeling of getting fucked by Harry as her boyfriend stared on. It started to wake a far more lustful Hermione that Ron had grown accustomed to over the last couple of weeks. Her mind played on the erotic fantasy, being fucked and used so primitively in aid of her darkest desires, her boyfriend being cast aside in aid of a more dominant man. After a moment her eyes looked up to stare at her boyfriend, who was just as distant as she had been, no doubt he was thinking the same erotic thoughts.
"We could sort out some sort of arrangement if you guys ever wanted to again." Harry broke the silence, intentionally speaking theoretically in case of a backfire, the hazy and warm feeling of the fantasy still entangled the couple much to his liking.
"What do you mean?" 'Mione asked very curiously as she leaned in with a seductive smile.
"No strings attached, that sort of thing," Harry said as he stared down Hermione. He spoke a little more seductively, his words intentionally getting dirtier to play on the couple's mind. "We only arrange one dirty fuck at a time. That way you won't have to commit to anything, and you can call it off whenever you want."
Harry felt like laughing in joy when he saw the couple both instinctively look up at each other in aid of approval to the idea, mere moments after he shared his carefully thought of words. He had them exactly where he wanted them to be. Despite only talking about their fantasy in the future, it was clear the pair were thinking about the present, and with the dorm that they had done the deed in the first time around all but a few minutes away, Harry was feeling very, very lucky indeed. He knew it was crucial at this point to give the couple the sensation of choice over this, to make it feel like they were asking him to join in on the fantasy, and he did this very appropriately.
"I'd like to think I'm a half-decent actor." Harry shrugged. "I'm more than happy to play along with any of your fantasies."
"That would take a bit of commitment." Hermione quizzed, though incredibly intrigued by Harry's enthusiasm.
"Name it," Harry asked, looking to Ron. He wanted to gauge his thoughts as he had been quiet for a moment.
"You'd need to be able to drop... like, hints to me sometimes... or just plain out mock me in some cases." Ron thought aloud, a little embarrassed at the sheer diversity of the fetish they shared. "It sounds odd but we like a lot of different things."
"Go on..." Harry moved his eyes to Hermione, giving a curious tone.
"Well... certain words, certain things you could say while you... fuck me." Hermione paused before saying her last words. She couldn't believe how odd this felt, she was sat here, talking casually to another guy about him getting the chance to fuck her again, with her boyfriend a few inches away. It was scary... but incredible. She couldn't help but feel a strong pleasurable wave of anxiety coursing through between her thighs. "Like... telling Ron that you're going to fuck me again... or, telling him you're going to cum in me... or, making me mock him as well..."
Hermione finished her list rather lustfully, her tits began to heave as her breath deepened. It was painfully obvious to both the guys, and the effect the movement had on those two heavenly globes was equally impressive.
"You're not on the potion, right?" Harry quizzed Hermione.
"No... that's why it's so hot." Hermione stated, her heart fluttering at just how dirty she was being. "Ron has a thing for that."
The Weasley son felt his cock begin to stir at the conversation. He couldn't believe how worked up he was getting over this, mainly because his girlfriend was so openly discussing the darkest secrets of their ultimate fantasy. But all the while, the prospect, the thought that it could potentially be replicated, played out in realism by the very guy they had been fantasizing about was enough to make him want to agree to it on the spot. I mean, where was the harm? Even Harry said they would only commit to it when they wanted to, and he hadn't tried anything since the first time? Despite this, Ron did have the sense to rectify one thing.
"You'd have to use the barrier charm," Ron said at the mention. "I mean... I like the thought of it, of you doing it even if I said no... but, practically..."
"Yeah, knocking your girl up while you watch..." Harry said thoughtfully, though his words were designed to set the couple on edge, which they definitely did. "I'm not a huge fan of the barrier, though. So, I could always pull out."
"Cover my face again?" Hermione teased, but this time she aimed it at the pair of them. Harry's seductive words were obviously having an effect on both her and Ron.
Behind the supposedly caring and understanding friend that was Harry, were the lights of opportunity and desire lighting up. He had planned, imagined and envisioned every single way this conversation may have gone over his break. He had thought of any possible way he could get the chance to fuck this gorgeous slut the moment he got his dick inside her the first time, and now he could practically taste it.
Unknown to the redhead, who thought the erotic conversation was an offer from Harry to spark their fantasy even further, were the plans of his best mate to make this a far more frequent event... whether he agreed to it or not. Harry had seen the way Hermione had acted the first time he had fucked her, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that she was still yearning to be fucked like that again. He knew he could play on it, he knew he could use it to his advantage and eventually turn the gorgeous brunette girl into his own personal whore.
"I think I'll let you guys talk for a bit," Harry spoke at last in a suggestive tone as he stood up. "I'm just going to have a chat with Rosie over there. Won't be a second."
It was obvious why he had left, and the realisation that this could be a far more realistic agreement caused a stir of pleasure within not only Hermione but Ron as well. They sat silently for a while, pondering the fantasies they had saved in their own minds, envisioning what it would be like to have Harry really being there, really fucking the gorgeous girlfriend, really making the fantasy come to life... the most amazing part was that they had not thought of a single thing that would deter them from going along with it, at least not for the time being. The dazed moment passed and Hermione broke the silence with her stunned boyfriend.
"W-what do you think?" She asked anxiously, it was more than apparent from her tone that she favoured a certain answer.
"I think..." Ron started, looking at the dirty expression his gorgeous girlfriend was giving him. His mind flashed in thought for a moment, the same expression branded on her face as she was being fucked by Harry. He felt his cock twitch in excitement before speaking again. "I think he has a good point... I mean, the last few weeks have been amazing."
"And we've tried it before... look what happened last time." Hermione agreed, urging her boyfriend to the answer she craved. "It was unbelievable."
"And we can agree to just one fuck at a time..." Ron stated almost factually in aid of his girlfriend's excitement.
"So many things you can hear me say to you..." Hermione teased, the cruel, lustful smile widening as she thought. "So many ways you can watch your girl get fucked..."
It was apparent that Hermione had already been convinced. Consciously this had happened while she spent her time in the dorms, the ever-present, erotic words from Harry lingered on her mind up until that point, subconsciously though, the desire to fulfil the fantasy once again had been there ever since Harry had fucked her the first time. This was apparent at the fact that it had barely been a day since Harry's return and they were already close to agreeing to have him fuck the wonderful brunette girlfriend again. She knew just how much she wanted this for Ron, but part of it wanted it solely for her own desire. Thinking these dirty thoughts caused Hermione to begin to breathe a little heavier, she looked at her boyfriend who was obviously turned on by her words from before, though her next were far more serious.
"Babe..." Hermione asked, as tempted as she was by the prospect of the amazing fantasy, she did love Ron, and as badly as she wanted him to say yes, he still had to say it. "Are you sure abo-."
"Yeah." Ron interrupted even before she could finish her sentence. Damn, he really was just as into this as she was.
"Oh my." Hermione gave a dirty smile to her loving boyfriend, who now was left gawping at her in amazement. Whether this was due to the drink or the fact that he was soon going to watch her get fucked was unknown. Hermione stirred the idea a little more, teasing her boyfriend before Harry had the chance to get back. "How do you want to watch your girl get fucked then?"
Her words had an immediate effect and were obvious by the sharp inhale of breath from her boyfriend.
"However you want," Ron stated, beyond the point of being turned on right then.
If any of the other patrons of the bar had looked over, they would have seen, what they would have thought to have been, a lovely couple talking away calmly after another day at the school. Unknown to all, under the casual exteriors of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were the exploding vibes of sexual energy. Their conversation seemed normal enough to be about the weather, but instead, the gorgeous brunette girlfriend was teasing her boyfriend, asking him just how he would want to see her get fucked by his roommate in soon enough time.
A couple of dirty words and cruel, teasing remarks later and the pair were approached again by Harry, who sat down next to them as if nothing had happened. He gave a smug smile to the pair of them before speaking in anticipation.
"The verdict?" Harry asked casually.
Hermione gave a nod, her eyes fixated on Harry as she held her boyfriend's hand. She couldn't believe this was even going to happen, her palms began to sweat and her heart fluttered in excitement at the thought of the night ahead. The thought of reliving everything... the thought of being able to explore their fantasies even more... the chance to tease, roleplay... to be fucked by that same cock again. God, the thought was making her wet even as she sat there.
"Mate?" Harry asked the caring boyfriend. "What do you think?"
A moment of anticipation passed. All of their minds were racing with desire by this point, and the anxiousness of Ron's delayed answer was incredibly suspenseful. But this was quickly dismissed when the redhead finally spoke, looking at his gorgeous brunette girlfriend before turning to his roommate.
"I think we should head back to the dorm."
To be continued...