Hermione woke the next morning to find she was in the exact same position as when she had fallen asleep. The only difference was that Ron was now standing in front of the fireplace, goggling at the scene before him. Hermione quickly tried to stand up but Harry tightened his grip around her waist, obviously still asleep.
"Harry! Harry, wake up!" Hermione shook him, casting nervous glances at Ron, who still looked unsure of what was going on. Suddenly he exploded.
"WE'RE SORRY WE WERE RUDE? WE PROMISE NOT TO HARASS YOU ANYMORE, WE WOULDN'T WANT ANYTHING TO COME BETWEEN US?" Ron screamed at Harry. "Harry you know I've always loved her!" Ron immediately clapped a hand over his mouth. For a moment he stared horror stricken at Hermione, then ran from the room like he was never coming back.
Hermione attempted to grab him, but he slipped out of her grasp. She spun around, glaring at Harry.
"You knew this all along? And you still told me that you loved me?" Hermione asked accusingly.
"I do love you.So does Ron. We agreed to never admit it to you, but." Harry trailed off.
"But what? You thought he wouldn't find out? You thought it wouldn't mean anything to me?" Hermione asked. Her voice softened, "I don't want to lose either of you.Come on, we have to go find him."
They checked the Great Hall first, but they knew he wouldn't be in there. Luckily their double Herbology class had been cancelled on account of mutated confetti venom flowers. That meant they would have two hours to find Ron. They had been searching for twenty minutes when Harry had a stroke of brilliance and pulled out the Marauder's Map. Ron was in the empty divination room that was not in use at the moment. Trelawney had taken a long leave of absence to recover from her incident with Umbridge two years before. Nobody went up there anymore.
When Ron saw their heads appear at the top of the ladder he looked angry enough to jinx them. Instead he haughtily turned his back on them, pretending they weren't there.
"Ron, please!!! Just listen for a second.I'm so sorry, I had no idea. Malfoy attacked me last night!!! Harry heard me crying and he comforted me.and told me he loved me," Hermione paused. "But now you've told me the same thing.I'm so confused.please forgive us?"
"Hermione, you've hurt me beyond belief.however if you want to make it up to me.the you'll kiss me," He almost whispered. For a moment Hermione was too surprised to react. Kiss Ron? Finally she made up her mind. She walked slowly toward him, then tentatively stood on tiptoe and kissed him very gently on the lips. She pulled, but he suddenly drew her towards him, deepening the kiss. She was almost lifted off her feet, for Ron was almost 6'5", ten inches taller her. She made a small noise of surprise but then she realized that she was enjoying this. It wasn't like kissing Malfoy, with waves of shame washing over her.
"Uh, guys, um, anytime you want to like, um, finish, that would be great," Harry stammered. However, Hermione had a crazy idea. Why couldn't both of them love her? She knew she would have to decide on one or neither of them eventually, but.
Hermione broke off her kiss with Ron and instead pulled Harry to her. Both Harry and Ron were surprised at this, seeming how she had been so nervous just moments before.
"I love both of you.why can't both of you love me?"
Realization of what she was saying went off like fireworks in their minds. Harry crushed her body to his, savoring this moment he had dreamed of for so long. Ron stepped up behind her, sandwiching her between their strong, lean bodies. They were both eighteen.men by law and nature. Ron's boyish features had matured, giving him a look of authority and power. Harry looked like the dark, mysterious heroes of old with his black hair and striking green eyes. He had disposed of his glasses and had Madam Pomfrey alter his vision so that his handsome face no longer hid behind a thick sheet of glass.
Hermione gasped into Harry's mouth as she felt Ron begin to nuzzle her neck, sometimes kissing, sometimes gently biting. She could feel their arousals pressing into her, just as she could feel her own body begin to respond to their touches. Ron gently slipped her robe backward onto the ground and Harry began to slowly, tortuously, unbutton her shirt. She rocked her hips between them, trying to get them to feel her desire. They groaned as she rubbed against them, both feeling as if they were going to burst. Her skirt and underwear were the last items added to the pile at her feet, discarded carelessly.
"Please.Ron.Harry.I want to feel your mouths on me.touch me.please!!!" she breathed; her body too excited for her too speak.
They lay on the floor, Hermione desperate for their touch. Harry gently suckled her nipple, massaging the other into a hard peak. Ron began to nibble at the insides of her thighs. They were killing her slowly, agonizingly. She was a virgin still, and had never felt this way before. Suddenly Ron licked her core, causing her to arch her hips towards him, pleading for a release. His pace did not change, the unbearably slow stokes of his tongue. Harry removed his mouth from her breast and switched to the other one. Suddenly he thrust a finger inside of her, then two. Her tight virgin body couldn't take more than that, but it was enough. He began to slide in and out, speeding up, and then slowing down. Ron increased his speed, swirling his tongue around her swollen flower.
She screamed as she reached her climax, unable to contain herself. She sank back to earth and gazed at Ron and Harry.
"Your turn."
She sat up and gazed at their swollen members, stretching their pants to the limit. She slowly unzipped their pants torturing them as they had tortured her. With a smile she took Ron into her mouth, humming slightly, driving him insane. He came quickly, gasping for breath at the intense rush.
She turned to Harry, who stood up and pulled her with him. He pressed her against the wall, cradling her back with his hands as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Suddenly, he thrust into her, breaking her thin shield. She gasped in pain, tears running down her cheeks. He pounded into her again and again, her head slamming against the wall as he filled her with his power. She reached her second climax just before he emptied into her. They slid to the floor, still entwined, with Harry bracing himself against the wall so he wouldn't crush her.
"Thank you."

Lemon.wheee.Please review, this is the first smut I've posted.don't worry, that's not the end of it

Black Lady of Death: I can't tell you what happens.that would ruin the surprise.that and he fact that I don't actually know.especially now that there's three potentials ;)