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Ginny's legs wobbled before collapsing, her body making a small splash as it landed in a puddle of her juices mixed with copious amounts of Harry's cum. The exhausted redhead stared at her stud of a fiancee as he looked down at her with a proud smirk.
Sex with Harry was becoming more and more intense with every month that passed. They were both virgins at the start of their relationship, and it was Ginny that had been the aggressor with intimacy. That was shocking since Harry now regularly turned Ginny into his personal whore and used her until she was bloated with his cum.
Ginny loved how demanding Harry was now. Maybe it was because of how Molly Weasley kept mentioning how real men took what they wanted when Ginny was a child, or maybe Ginny was simply meant to be Harry's little slut. Either way, she would change nothing... except perhaps a new thing Harry started mentioning when he fucked her.
Ginny's voice rasped from all the screaming she had done, "That was amazing, honey, but... did you really have to bring up my mum while we were having sex?"
Harry crouched next to Ginny, making her eyes go right to his exposed cock. It was at a perfect height to take into her mouth.
"Did you think I was joking?"
Ginny was a little shocked by Harry's reply, "What do you mean?"
"Your mum," Harry drawled, "Is one of the sexiest women I've ever seen."
Before Ginny could explode in anger, Harry continued, "From what I know about Molly, she looked just like you when she was younger." Ginny got goosebumps when Harry ran her hands over her bite-marked tits and taut midriff. "I love your body, but imagine the things I'll be able to hold onto if I knock you up."
Ginny let out a shuddering breath when Harry started to finger her. "Your mum's one sexy witch. There's nothing wrong with me thinking of her once in a while."
Ginny slapped Harry's hand away from her pussy and barked, "Harry! You're going too far!"
That seemed to have snapped Harry out of whatever state he was in. He blinked before looking at her apologetically.
Ginny almost felt regretful for breaking the mood, but Harry told her to try and interrupt him when he went crazy with lust. Rough sex and dirty talk were the norms for the couple, but talking about other women during sex, especially Ginny's mum, definitely wasn't normal.
"I think it's time we get you a check-up. We've been putting it off too far." It felt a little ridiculous for Ginny to give Harry advice while naked and sitting in their combined juices.
Harry grimaced but had to agree. He might do something that he'd regret if he's always this horny. What if talking wasn't enough and Harry actually started chasing these women?
"I already thought about doing that. I was hoping that fucking you would get all the nonsense out of my head, but I think it made it even worse."
Ginny licked her lips when her man's cock added a dollop of precum to the pool on the floor. She really should take care of that for him, but she was supposed to be mad at Harry. Not suck off his cock like a good little whore.
"Do… Do you need me to help take care of that? I don't want you to go out there frustrated."
Harry was tempted to take Ginny up on her offer, but maybe more sex wasn't the answer here. Harry waved his hand to vanish the puddle on the floor to the redhead's disappointment before effortlessly lifting Ginny up in a princess carry.
"Thank you, Gin, but I know you're almost at your limit."
It took Harry an amazing amount of control to say that to his exhausted fiancee instead of fucking her into the ground. His instincts roared at him to show his woman her place for trying to dictate what he should say when he was inside her. That terrified Harry.
Why would he want to punish Ginny for saying something sensible? If the redhead had a wandering eye and admitted it to Harry, there was no doubt he would go ballistic and try to get rid of her distraction. Harry tightened his grip around Ginny's light body and wondered if this was normal. Maybe the feeling of ownership and protection was normal between couples.
Ron was on autopilot as he wandered around the party, his mind still stuck on what Harry revealed. It... wasn't that big of a surprise, to be honest. Ron might be relatively simple and straightforward, but he could see something as obvious as Harry's attraction to Hermione. However, it was never something to be concerned about. There was a part of Ron that hoped this was Harry simply being a little tipsy and saying more than he intended, but that was only a tiny part.
It made his stomach sick, like he had eaten something horrible. Ron couldn't help but imagine Harry and Hermione alone in the tent after he foolishly abandoned them. Scared and alone, seeking comfort in each other's presence. Hermione swore that nothing had happened, but even if it did, could Ron really complain about what they did when death was around the corner?
"Never thought I'd see that look on your face Ron."
Ron reflexively reached for his wand before stopping himself. Bill had become scarcely silent when he wanted to be after getting scratched by Greyback, enjoying the surprise when others didn't realize he was behind them.
"Bloody hell, Bill! Do you want to get cursed?"
"Hasn't happened yet," Bill chuckled, "So what did Hermione do to make you think like that?"
"What makes you think it's Hermione I'm thinking about?"
Bill looked at him in disbelief before nudging his head at Fleur. "It isn't easy being married to a Veela, so I have more than my fair share of headaches."
Ron gave him a weak smile before staying silent for a few seconds. Bill didn't rush his littlest brother and patiently waited.
"What if Hermione lied about something that could change our relationship?"
Bill's eyes widened in surprise. He thought Ron had another row with Hermione, which had almost become routine at this point. Not something that put the whole relationship into question.
"It would depend on what the lie is, Ron. I need more than that to know if it's as bad as you're saying."
Ron turned red in shame before reluctantly explaining what he suspected happened in the tent while they were on the run. Bill's initial thought was that this was complete nonsense. Even if something did happen, Hermione and Harry seemed determined to keep it buried and forgotten.
"Ron," Bill started slowly, "Maybe this is best left alone. What would this accomplish even if you brought it up to Hermione? The best case is that nothing happened and she would be furious at you for thinking she lied. The worst is... well, is it something you need to know? It was before your relationship anyway, so why does it matter?"
Ron knew what Bill said made sense, but the feelings that rose in him when thinking about Hermione possibly comparing him to Harry made him uneasy.
"That isn't what you're really worried about," Bill said with realization.
"I heard Ginny talking about how good Harry is in bed. What if Hermione's been faking it the whole time with me?"
There was a brief silence before Bill started roaring with laughter, making Ron's face turn red in anger. When the younger redhead made to leave, Bill stopped him between chuckles.
"Wait! I'm sorry, Ron, but I didn't expect my little brother to still think like a kid." Bill ignored Ron's protest and continued, "Also, I didn't need to hear that our sister enjoys Harry in bed."
When Ron still looked unsatisfied, Bill decided to speak out loud about a worry that plagued him since he married Fleur.
"You know the rumors about Veela?"
Ron snorted, "That they're freakishly beautiful?"
Bill ignored that, "That they're insatiable. It's already getting hard for me to keep up with her."
"Bill, I swear to Merlin I'm going to curse you if you don't get to the point. If you're just bragging about Fleur..."
"Fleur's mum has men on the side," Bill's words made Ron clamp his mouth shut, "I know. I had the same reaction. Those rumors about Veela have some truth to them. Their sex drive is so strong that when their partner starts to slow down, the Veela will usually find others to fuck to keep herself satisfied."
Ron wasn't sure what to say here. He always thought Bill and Fleur were too in love to ever think of others that way.
"Is-Is Fleur looking for others?" Ron asked hesitantly.
"No," Bill seemed strangely calm to Ron, "But I already know that if I want to be with Fleur, I need to accept it will likely happen in the future."
Ron looked away from the bother he suddenly felt a lot of pity for. He felt that odd feeling in his stomach again at the thought of Bill greeting Fleur after she had taken another man in her body.
"If I'm not rethinking my marriage with Fleur when I know what will happen if I stay with her, why would you give up someone like Hermione because of some suspicions you have about what she did before you started dating?"
Once again, that made sense on the surface, but Ron didn't really feel much better about his situation.
"Chin up, Ron. Hermione's making her way here."
Ron was vaguely aware of Bill wandering off as he looked at Hermione walking towards him. Who would have thought the stunning brunette used to be a bossy know-it-all he couldn't stand in his first year? Hermione was still unmistakably herself with the wild hair and bright, intelligent eyes, but unlike her awkward teenage years, she grew into her looks.
Petite and beautiful seemed to be the description that fit Hermione to a tee. However, Ron wasn't thinking about how lucky he was to have her right now. He was wondering if Harry was the lucky one to be the first one to have her. When Ron first slept with Hermione, she told him that she had lost her hymen long ago by accident, and he believed her. Now Ron couldn't help but doubt it.
"I didn't know the Chudley Cannons were playing today."
Ron blinked, "What?"
"You have this resigned look on your face," Hermione said with a giggle, "I call it the Chudley Cannon face."
Ron couldn't even find it in himself to argue with Hermione like he wanted to. Seriously, why did Harry have to put these thoughts in his head?
When Ron didn't lighten up, Hermione frowned and leaned forward to whisper, "What happened? Is it Harry?"
Ron suddenly came to a decision. Of course, Hermione's first thought was to worry about Harry. It made so much more sense.
"Harry," Ron said with disgust, "It's still him isn't it."
"Ron?" Hermione drew back in surprise.
"I know what you two did. Harry practically admitted it before running off to fuck my sister."
"Keep your voice down!" Hermione hissed, "I won't have you ruining their big day!"
Ron's ears turned red, but he had the sense to keep quiet when he looked around and saw Bill giving him a pointed look.
"Follow me," Hermione pushed him toward the Burrow, "I need to hear what has you up in arms this time."
Unfortunately for Ron, Harry was exiting the Burrow at the same time with I-just-had-sex hair. The raven-haired wizard saw the two and smirked before giving them a wink as he walked back to the party.
"Honestly," Hermione muttered, "He needs to learn to control his sex drive."
Ron shifted uncomfortably when he heard her and grumbled to himself. After Hermione shut the door behind them, Hermione looked at him with daggers and growled, "So what was that about?"
Ron backed away before realizing he was the one that was supposed to be angry. "You lied to me!"
"About what?" Hermione asked with confusion.
"The damned tent! You fucked Harry there, and you told me nothing happened!"
Hermione stared at Ron blankly before the redhead found himself holding his cheek that was stinging from a hard slap.
"You dare bring that up when you were the coward that abandoned us?! I already told you nothing happened between Harry and me!" Hermione's voice was shrill until it suddenly became calm, "But what if I did? So what if I let Harry fuck me every single night you weren't there? What right do you have to complain about it?"
Ron thought he would be hurt by Hermione's cutting words, but that was minor compared to the feeling he didn't want to acknowledge. Unfortunately, Hermione didn't give him that chance.
"I thought you got over your absolutely horrid habit of being jealous of Harry. He's marrying your sister, for Merlin's sake! If I didn't know better, I would have thought you..." Hermione trailed off when she noticed an unmistakable bulge under his robes.
"... You actually like it."
Ron shook his head rapidly in denial.
Hermione tilted her head and gained a look familiar to people who knew her well. She was solving the puzzle that had always been missing a few pieces.
"Ron," Hermione said in a soft voice after moving closer to him, "Did you like hearing that? Your best friend had me all for himself, using my body however he wanted. Having me wake him up every morning with his cock already deep in my mouth. Taking his anger on you out on my tight little pussy, treating the girl you love like his personal fucktoy."
Ron shuddered when Hermione ran a finger over his stiff shaft. He stumbled back and fell on his arse as he moaned when a wet spot grew on his robes. Ron let his spunk dirty his clothes before looking at an amused Hermione.
"I finally understand why you act jealous all the time," Hermione rubbed her finger on her dress, "You were hoping I was doing what you imagined in your fantasies."
Ron wanted to deny it, but a secret hidden so deep that even he didn't know existed had been forcefully revealed.
Hermione bent down to pat his cheek patronizingly, "It's a shame none of that happened. I truly was faithful to you, Ron, though now I know you might have been ecstatic if I regularly took Harry's cock."
"W-What happens now?" Ron asked with a gulp. He might have a strange desire, but he still loved Hermione and didn't want her to break up with him over this.
"Nothing," Hermione shrugged carelessly, "I'm not going to leave you over something as silly as this."
She thought it was fascinating that Ron had equal parts of relief and disappointment in his eyes.
"That's good,'' an amused voice stated from the side.
Hermione gasped and twisted in place with her wand at the ready. She immediately calmed down when it was Ginny.
"G-Ginny! It's not what you think!" Hermione didn't say that. It was Ron.
When Ginny threw her head back in laughter, Hermione could see the numerous love bites covering her neck. Harry must have put them there before he left. Ginny had told Hermione that he was becoming more and more like an animal in bed.
"Please, Ron. Don't act like you didn't explode in your trousers with Hermione barely touching you."
Ron sputtered and looked at Hermione for some backup. The brunette wanted to test how far her boyfriend's newfound kink went, but she didn't want to do that in front of Ginny.
"Lay off, Ginny. Ron's just had too much to drink."
Everyone knew that was a blatant lie, but Ginny backed down after seeing Hermione shoot her a sharp look.
"Fine. Let's go with that," Ginny said with a sigh, "You know I was supposed to be resting? Couldn't exactly do that with the screaming match you had down here."
"We were hardly screaming," Ron said while dusting himself off.
Ginny noticed the large wet spot on Ron's trousers and saw Hermione staring at him with a familiar smile. It was a smile her mother had when she was looking at her father. Something that was a mix of mockery and love.
It was strange that Ginny herself had a fiance that was the complete opposite of her father, and it seemed Ron and Hermione were following in her parent's footsteps.
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