I know I said this chapter would be up in 2-3 days, and it ended up being 4. I'll be honest with you all: as I said, this was a really difficult chapter to write, so when I woke up the day after publishing it and there wasn't any response whatsoever to it, saying that I felt discouraged would be an understatement, and I was in no mood to revise this one.
Of course, I promised I'd never leave a fic unfinished, no matter how it's received, so no, I never contemplated not uploading the rest, though I admit I wasn't sure I would do that during the week, as I had said I would. However, in the end there was people who commented/reviewed so I made an effort for them and here it is the new chapter.
Chapter 3
Hermione
Ron and Hermione enjoyed a good lie-in the next morning. Not having Hugo at home and tired as they were because of their activities the night before, they just let themselves stay in bed without caring about the time. However, at some point, Ron felt Hermione stir and stretch her body next to him. Then the mattress shifted in in a way that indicated she was no longer lying on it.
"Come back to bed," he muttered pleadingly, his eyes still closed.
"I need to use the bathroom, Ron. And it's half past ten already."
"And? We're alone we've nothing to do, and no one is expecting us."
"I still need to use the toilet."
Ron nodded and rolled onto his back, closing his eyes shut. He heard her walk into their bathroom and snuggled a bit more under the covers, relishing the warmth of the bed. However, when she got out five minutes later, he opened his eyes again and allowed his gaze to roam over her body, covered in just a large t-shirt she used as a nightdress during late spring and the summer. His eyes followed her as she moved around the bed, towards her nightstand. However, before she could open one of the drawers, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back onto the bed.
"Ron!" she shrieked, startled.
"Come 'ere," he muttered, using both hands to pull her against him and pressing her putting his arms around her so she could not leave.
"Ron, I was going to get dressed, you brute."
"You're dressed."
"I was going to put on underwear before —"
"I like you more without it," he interrupted, moving his hand down her back and cupping her rounded ass under the t-shirt. "Much better access," he added, giving her a squeeze and then pinching her left cheek.
Hermione let out a squeal. "Ron!"
He gave her his most charming lopsided grin. "What? I love your ass."
"Yes, that became pretty clear in the first couple of months after we got together."
"And now you want to hide it from me …" he pouted. She stared at him, and then let out a laugh.
"When are you going to grow up, Ron?"
"Does that imply not touching your ass whenever I want?"
"When it's not appropriate, yes."
"Then never," and gave her another squeeze.
She laughed again, then pecked his lips. "Come on, let me go, I'm hungry. Instead of groping me, you could be a good husband and prepare me one of those wonderful Weasley breakfasts."
He stared at her. "You've been Minister for about two months and you're already bossing me around? I'm not a Ministry employee, you know …"
"Ron, honey, you're still an Auror. In retirement, yes, but an Auror. And, anyway, I've been bossing you around since you were twelve. Now get up and feed your wife!" she added, giving him a playful slap on his own naked ass.
Ron laughed and let her go. He propped himself onto his left elbow and watched as she grabbed a pair of panties and put them on. His cock twitched a bit.
"You know, it still amazes me how you can turn me on by putting your knickers on … it's almost a sexy as when I take them off."
She turned her head to look at him, a smile on her face. "You want an explanation?" she asked. "Well, Ronald, there's an easy one: everything I do seems to turn you on, because you're a horny git."
Ron roared with laughter. "Spot on, Love. I knew they called you the brightest witch of our generation for a reason."
She moved to the wardrobe and grabbed a pair of leggings. She knew how much he loved the way they showed her legs and ass, and Ron wondered if she was planning on torturing him the entire day. But, of course, Hermione was that kind of woman that didn't consider herself as sexy, no matter how many times he told her (which only made her sexier in his eyes), so it was likely that she just wanted to be comfortable.
"Are you going to stop ogling me and get up?"
"I could get up for you," he replied, moving his hands to his crotch over the sheet.
She shook her head. "Will you act older than your own children?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips in a way that only made her appear more desirable.
"Why? They're not here."
She rolled her eyes. "You're impossible."
Ron laughed and then, parting the covers, threw his legs off the bed and got up. Enjoying the way her eyes roamed over his body, he walked around the bed and put his hands on her waist, looking down at her. "Okay, I'll be good and prepare you a fantastic Weasley breakfast. Will that get me back in your good graces?"
She looked back at him, her lips slightly curved into a smile and with her eyes shining with love and mirth. "Maybe, if you make a really good one."
He chuckled and lowered his face to hers, claiming her mouth in a kiss. She responded at first, but quickly broke it off, making him groan in protest.
"Morning breath, Love," she said, tapping his lips with her index finger. "Come on, get dressed."
Ron watched her exit their bedroom, and then walked to the bathroom. After taking a piss and washing his face and mouth, he put on a pair of old, comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, then went down. Hermione had already perched herself comfortably on top of the couch and was revising her Minister suitcase.
"You said you were taking the weekend off," he commented.
"And I am," she responded without looking at him. "I'm just checking there's nothing urgent while I wait for you to feed me."
Ron shook his head, amused, and went to the kitchen. As he cooked eggs and sausages while keeping an eye on the toast, he glanced at the living room, where Hermione was still checking pieces of parchment, and thought about how lucky he was. Not that their marriage was absolutely perfect and they never had arguments, because they had, sometimes, but those little bumps in the road only made the journey more worth it. For a moment, he tried to imagine his life without Hermione, or Rose and Hugo, and simply couldn't.
"Food's ready, Minister!" he bellowed as he put the sausages on a plate.
Hermione walked into the kitchen a moment later, eyeing the feast hungrily. "Mmmh, looks — and smells — delicious. I knew I had married you for a reason."
Ron let out a laugh. "My cooking skills?"
"Yes. Is there another motive?" she teased.
"You're being quite cheeky this morning, aren't you?"
She smirked at him. "I suppose you're rubbing off on me."
"Well, I can't say I don't like rubbing off on you, Love," he conceded, kissing her cheek. "Come on, grab the juice and let's eat, I'm famished as well."
"Know what? The weather is fantastic today, we could eat in the backyard," she suggested.
Ron looked out of the window, at the sunny, bright day outside.
"Okay."
Using their wands, they levitated the trays, plates, glasses and cutlery to the garden table and then sat down on opposite sides.
"Mmmh, Ron, so good," she moaned after taking a mouthful of egg. "I was so hungry."
"Well, Love, we did some hard work last night."
"Yes, definitely."
"So — what? Anything important going on in the Ministry?" he asked before taking a piece of sausage into his mouth.
She shook her head. "No. Everyday paperwork, but I'll deal with that on Monday."
"Good, I want you all to myself."
She laughed. "Greedy, aren't you?"
"About you? Always."
They kept chatting as they enjoyed their breakfast. Once done, Hermione took care of the dishes.
"So what do you want to do?" he asked her once they were done.
She tilted her head a bit, thinking about it. "To be honest, I've got no idea. I think it's been too long since we've got an entire day for just ourselves, and I don't know what to do with so much time."
Ron laughed. "I'll have to make sure to get you out of your office more often," he said. "What if we make a couple of sandwiches and go hiking?" he proposed.
She pondered the idea for a moment. "Sounds nice, but — won't we get too tired? You know, for tonight …"
"You say that as if we were old and battered," he quipped. "Come on, the exercise will do us good, and we can come early in the afternoon, snuggle together in the sofa and watch a film or take a nap. So we're rested."
"Okay then," she accepted. "Let's go."
"I'll change into shorts. Can you make a couple of sandwiches meanwhile?"
Hermione nodded and Ron disappeared upstairs.
Carrying only a little backpack with the sandwiches, water and juice under Cooling Charms, they left the house and walked towards the hills outside the village. They walked for three hours, without hurry, talking and laughing or just enjoying their mutual company. They hadn't had a day like this, just for themselves, since Merlin knew when, and they enjoyed it a lot. They ate lunch sitting on a Conjured blanket at the top of the highest hill, which afforded them a good view of the village and their house.
"This was such a wonderful idea, Ron," Hermione commented once they had finished their sandwiches, lying with her head on his legs. "I haven't felt this relaxed in ages."
Ron smiled. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."
"How do you think Harry and Ginny are doing with all the kids?"
Ron let out a laugh. "I dunno, but I bet they're anything but relaxed."
Hermione laughed as well. "I suppose not. I think we should buy them a gift for taking Hugo with them. Although I miss him a lot, I think we needed this."
"Yeah. We haven't been in a date in a long time."
Hermione turned her head to look at him. "So that's what this is? A date?"
Ron, who was resting his body weigh on his elbows, placed under him, shrugged, grinning. "Yeah. I've got to treat my sexy, beautiful and brilliant wife, right?"
She beamed at him. "Yes, that sounds about right. But if we're taking the romantic path, well, good dates usually end with a kiss …"
"And is this one of those?"
She furrowed her brows. "One of what?"
"A good date."
"Mmmh," she said, as if she were concentrating hard on the question. "I suppose it is."
Ron's grin broadened. "Well, then we should respect tradition, right?" he said. And, without another word, he moved so he was lying next to her, and then cradled her in his arms, fusing their mouths together. They snogged for a long time, while her fingers raked through his hair and his hands roamed over her legging-clad legs. However, eventually they stopped, deciding it was best to go back home before things got more heated.
It was almost four when they walked into the house. They took a quick shower and then watched a film on the TV, snuggling on the couch.
When it finished, they prepared a quick, light dinner. As they ate, Ron couldn't help but give her looks of pure desire. Last night had been amazing, and normally he wouldn't feel so horny again (he wasn't in his twenties anymore, after all), but given the day they had shared, and the prospect of having two Hermiones … fuck …
"Eager?" she asked, giving him a knowing smile.
"Yeah."
"So am I," she admitted.
They finished dinner, and Hermione got up to take their plates to the basin. Ron observed her, his eyes moving over her legging-clad ass. Unable to resist her allure, he got up and moved to stand behind her, then slid his hands around her body and entwined it over her belly, kissing her neck. She tilted her head to allow him, and then turned it to smile at him.
"What?" she asked.
"Can I just hug my wife?"
"I suppose," she said teasingly.
He whispered into her ear, "Why don't you go get ready while I finish here?"
She nodded, though he felt her stiffen a little.
Ron's expression turned serious. "Hermione, if you don't want to use it —"
"I do," she assured. "It's just now that it's time I feel a bit nervous."
"We can leave it for another day."
She turned round between his arms. "No, I want to try it tonight. I'll go get ready. Just wait until I call you, okay?"
"Okay," he nodded, feeling his excitation grow.
She pecked his lips, then got out of his embrace and exited the kitchen. Ron remained staring at the space from which she had vanished for a bit before breaking out of his reverie and taking care of the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. Once he had finished, he went to the living room and sat on the couch, rubbing his hands over his trousers as he waited, the seconds extending like hours.
Finally, after six or seven minutes since she had left, he heard her call him.
Brimming with anticipation, he jumped to his feet and practically ran upstairs, eager to see her. He paused a moment at the door of their bedroom, and then opened it, slowly.
Fuck.
Bloody fucking fuck.
There were two Hermiones lying on the bed, wearing nothing but lingerie. The one on his left had put on one of her black lace sets, while the other had chosen an almost identical model, but in dark blue.
They were like a dream. The hottest dream ever.
He looked at their faces and noticed that, despite their smiles, she looked a bit nervous.
"Hermione, you — Fuck, this is hottest thing I've ever seen," he confessed, mouth-agape, his cock already hard in his boxers.
Relaxing a bit, Hermione — or both Hermiones, he wasn't sure how to address her in this situation — said, "Come here, Ron."
He got rid of his slippers and was about to start taking off his clothes when she ordered him to stop.
"I want to be the one to undress you," said Left-Hermione. "Just come here and lie between us," added the right one.
Ron nodded, gulping, and got on the bed. They moved a bit away, patting the mattress between them. Eager, he crawled towards them and lay on his back, moving his head to both sides to watch them. In perfect synchrony, they pulled on his arms, so they were stretched across the bed, just under below the pillow, and then snuggled against him, her heads on his shoulders.
"Holy fuck …" he groaned, his hands moving over the expanse of her backs and down to her asses. He couldn't help but grab a handful of each one, over the sexy lace. His cock throbbed.
"You like this, don't you?" she said, speaking at the same time. "It feels weird at first, seeing two of you, but in a good way."
"Yeah," he nodded fervently. "In a really, really good way. How — how do you feel?"
They shared a quick look before addressing him again. "It's weird, too, but you get accustomed to it quicker than one would think. As you said, I don't feel like there's two of me, though I can't really explain it …"
Ron laughed. "You don't need to, I know what you mean."
"Well, before I start having my way with you, you need to take this," Left-Hermione said, giving him a vial Wondrous Wand. I know you took one yesterday, so after this weekend we shouldn't use it again in a long time, but I'm going to need you to go more than once, Love."
"Shit, I agree. I agree wholeheartedly," he said. Smiling, Hermione uncorked the vial and poured it into his mouth. He swallowed it at once, and, almost immediately, he felt the now familiar sensation of his cock getting as hard as possible. He groaned and gave her asses another squeeze.
Both of them let out a moan that sent shivers down his spine. Then, Left-Hermione leaned down and claimed his mouth in a long, deep, sensual kiss. All of a sudden, he felt the weight of Right-Hermione disappear from his arm, and then her hands were on the hem of his t-shirt.
"Time to get you naked, Love," she said sultrily.
Ron groaned into Hermione's mouth, who shoved her tongue into his, eliciting new groans from him. He felt Right-Hermione pushing the t-shirt up, and then her mouth peppering kisses all over his belly for about minute before unbuttoning his trousers and lowering the zip.
"Mmmh, what do we have here?" she asked playfully.
Left-Hermione broke the kiss, allowing them both to breath properly, and moved towards his left ear, biting on his earlobe. "Squeeze my ass, Ron," she whispered.
Ron complied at once, moving his now free right hand to cup her breast, and they kissed again. Meanwhile, Right-Hermione pulled her trousers and boxers down, freeing his cock. The moment his bottom half was completely naked, Left-Hermione stopped kissing him and sat up.
"Get up, let's take this off you," she said with urgency. Ron sat up as well, and she pulled the t-shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. Then, both Hermiones gave him a sultry smile and knelt next to him, close to his groin. His cock twitched in anticipation.
"Do you want me to play with this, Ron?" Right-Hermione asked, tracing the underside of his cock with her finger.
"Do you want me to touch your balls?" left-Hermione added, cupping his sac.
Ron groaned and bucked his hips, desperate for more touching. "Please, Hermione …"
She let out a chuckle, and then, at once, she lowered her heads. Left-Hermione took the tip of his cock in her mouth while Right-Hermione went directly for his balls, which she began to lick.
Ron practically roared at the sight and the feeling. This was, without a doubt, the hottest thing he had ever seen or felt. If watching her sucking him normally drove him wild, seeing two of them at the same time … Fuck …
Left-Hermione sucked hard, taking him more deeply. Behind her, Right-Hermione took one of his balls into her mouth, lavishing it with her tongue.
"Fuck, Hermione! Oh, shiiiit!"
He saw her smile and bob her head faster. Ron couldn't help it and put one hand on each of her heads, thrusting a bit to get his cock deeper into her sinful mouth.
Fuck, he felt about to cum already.
"Merlin, Hermione … Ohhh, fuck …"
"Do you like this, Ron?" she asked, releasing her cock from her mouth and stroking it with her hand while the other Hermione kept sucking his balls.
"Fuck, it's amazing … Feels so good, but if you don't stop —"
"You'll cum?" she finished for him.
"Ungh, yes …"
"Good," she said. "That's why I gave you the potion. Now enjoy it," she added, and resumed the fantastic blowjob. Unable to resist, and not really wanting to, he lay his head on the pillow and let her drive him towards the unavoidable orgasm. Hermione put herself to work, sucking on his cock and balls as if she needed his cum to live.
As he got closer and closer to the blissful release, he bucked his hips harder, getting his cock even deeper into her mouth. In response, she sucked harder and harder, pushing him to the very limit.
And then she stopped.
He lifted his head and looked down, about to protest, but his words died in his mouth when she saw both Hermiones put her mouths closer to his tip.
"Hermione …?"
Giving him a seductive, wanton look, Left-Hermione began to suck again on the tip, using her hand to pump his shaft expertly. Meanwhile, Right-Hermione kneaded his bollocks, using her own tongue to lick his dick and her own fingers.
"Cum for me, Ron," she whispered, while her other self sucked even harder.
Ron exploded like a volcano, thrusting upwards and shouting to the heavens. "Fuuuuck, Hermione! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuc!"
He saw Left-Hermione swallow the first two spurts, and then, to his astonishment, she pulled away and pushed the tip towards Right-Hermione's mouth, who took him in at once, swallowing the next two spurts while Left-Hermione kept stroking the shaft.
"BLOODY BUGGERING FUCK!" he shouted as violent tremors of pure pleasure shook his body. He had to close his eyes for a moment, unable to control himself. When he was able to open them again it was to the image of both Hermiones swirling their cum-coated tongues around the tip, taking the last drops that were dribbling from the little slit. "Oh, fuck … Oh, fuck, Hermione …"
Each of them swallowed him whole once more before releasing the half-hard member and looking up at him. "Was it good?" she asked.
"Good? Holy fuck … Hermione, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen. It was — Fuck …"
She laughed, obviously pleased. "So — now what?" she asked.
Ron tried to think despite the fog still clouding his brain, and, when he noticed the traces of cum on their lips, he knew what he wanted.
"Would you — would you two kiss and — and share it?" he asked hesitantly. Hermione raised an eyebrow, and he was quick to say, "You don't have to, if you find it gross —"
The rest of the sentence died in his mouth when each Hermione leaned towards the other and their mouths fused into a lustful kiss. He let out a guttural moan, his eyes the size of saucers.
"Holy fuck! Holy fuck, Hermione, that's so fucking hot!" he exclaimed as Hermione continued kissing herself, their tongues playing. Under them, his cock twitched, hardening again completely.
Merlin's balls, he had two Hermiones wearing just the sexiest lingerie and making out and sharing his cum, on his bed!
After half a minute, she stopped the kiss and turned her heads to look at him, after a quick glance at his reawakened cock.
"It seems you enjoyed the view, Ron."
"Fuck, Hermione …"
Both of them lay next to him, her hands caressing his torso in a maddening way.
"Did — did it feel weird for you?" he inquired.
"It felt odd, but not in a bad way. I think now I get what you said yesterday, when you touched yourself. I don't feel as if I were kissing another woman, though I can't really explain it with words. Is — is —" She shook her head.
"Exactly," he said, smiling at her.
"Well, know what?" she asked again, her hands meeting at his cock, causing him to moan again.
"I —" his eyes zeroed on her cleavage. "Tits," he blurted out. "Against my face. The four of them. I want to suck them and to — to be smothered by them."
"Tits? Well, I would have never guessed it," she said in mock surprise.
"Shut up and bring those four mounds here," he said, slapping her asses.
Giggling, both Hermiones scooted upwards a bit and pressed her chests against his face. He let out another expletive and bent his arms, pawing at them while kissing and biting all he could reach. She moaned and pushed harder against him, surrounding him by all that amazing flesh.
"Fuck, Hermione, this must be what heaven is like!"
"You think so? And what if I do this?" she replied, moving her arms to her backs. A moment later, he heard the noise of bra straps being unhooked. She pulled apart a bit, and then threw both bras to the floor, revealing those perfect four tits.
Four tits. Four Hermione's tits, all for him.
"Fuck, Hermione …" he moaned, enthralled by the sight, his hands moving to her boobs. While he kneaded the side ones, she pushed her chest against his face once more, and Ron began to suck, switching between the two in the middle for a bit. Then he opened his mouth wide and took bot nipples in, sucking hard and making her moan loudly. His cock throbbed.
"Rub them against me. Rub them against me, Hermione ..."
She moaned once more and started moving her chests up and down, brushing her tits all over him. Ron, overwhelmed by the sensation, sucked and bit at every inch of tit-flesh within reach, becoming more animalistic with every passing second.
"Fuck. Oh, fuck, Hermione … Unnnghhhhh!" he grunted, burying his face in that breast paradise.
"Ron, I need you. Use your hands to touch my pussies … Get me ready …"
Grunting again, Ron slid his hands down her stomachs and between her legs, cupping both pussies under her tiny panties. They were soaked.
"Merlin, Hermione …. Fuck, I'm touching a pussy with each hand … And their so soft and wet … so hot …" he groaned, realising he practically could cum just by feeling them.
"Finger them," she demanded. "Finger them and get me ready, I want to fuck you so bad …"
Ron gave her clits a few rubs, and then let his middle fingers enter both holes, which at once clamped down on him. The wetness and heat, combined with her tits all over him, sent his mind spiralling.
"Fuck, Hermione …"
"I need you now," she declared suddenly, barely a minute after, moving away and causing his fingers to slip out of her holes. He missed the warmth at once.
However, he soon forgot about that when, hurriedly, Hermione took off her panties and Left-Hermione straddled him, impaling herself on his cock in one swift movement.
"Fuck!"
"Gods, Ron!" she sighed in delight, already gyrating her hips to get the desired friction.
"I need you as well," Right-Hermione said, caressing his hair and looking at him lustfully. "Do you want to eat me out?"
"Holy fucking shit, yeah!"
Beaming, she told him, "Scoot down a little, quickly."
He shifted on the bed, so both he and Left-Hermione — or was she Top-Hermione now? — were closer to the bottom of the bed. Then, Right-Hermione straddled his head, facing herself. Ron looked up, his mouth watering at the proximity of her juicy pussy, and moved his hands to cup her buttocks. He barely had any time to get ready when she descended upon his face, shifting a little so she was perfectly positioned over his eager mouth.
"Lick my pussy," she demanded.
Ron took his tongue out and began to lap at her folds, relishing on the feel, taste and smell of her juices, while the other — Lower-Hermione? — began to ride him with purpose.
Ron groaned into her pussy, the sensational way in which she was riding his cock sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.
Merlin, this is fucking amazing! he thought. The only disadvantage of this position, if there was one, was that he couldn't see the scene, though that was partially compensated due to the fantastic view he had of her ass as she rode his mouth.
Wanting to please her, he devoted himself to the task of making both pussies melt, so he fucked one with his tongue while he thrust upwards into the other whenever she slammed down. Hermione's moans filled the entire room in an incredibly erotic duet and he felt his balls tighten.
After just a couple of minutes, Upper-Hermione shifted a bit, so his nose was against her hole. "Suck my clit!" she demanded almost desperately.
Ron did as told, and she began to move faster and harder, her moans getting even louder. Grateful for the previous orgasm, which was helping him last more than he would in normal circumstances in such circumstances, he bucked his hips harder and squeezed her ass roughly, determined to make her cum soon.
"Ron … Ron, touch my tits," Upper-Hermione pleaded.
Ron released her ass and slid his hands up her sides, and towards her breasts, which he cupped.
Only that there were already two hands in there, kneading gently.
Holy fucking fuck, she's touching her — the other's — fuck it! They are touching each other's tits!
"F'ck,'Erm'one!" he grunted, his voice muffled by her pussy. His cock twitched, his excitation increasing tenfold.
And then Lower-Hermione grabbed his hands and pressed them against Upper-Hermione's tits, helping him knead them.
"Like that, Ron, squeeze my tits like that. I love when you do it … Fuck, this is so — Gods, I'm getting so close! So close!"
Please, cum! He begged silently. "Cum!" he managed to yell before closing his lips around her clit once more, sucking as hard as he could.
Hermione's movements became erratic, both atop his face and his cock. He squeezed her tits hard, digging his fingers into the soft, delicious flesh, and she came undone.
"ROOON!" she shrieked in a double yell. Her pussy spasmed around his cock and gushed all over his face. "Ohhh, gods, Ron! Fuuuuuuck!" she screamed as she rode it out until, temporarily sated, she stopped, her pussy fluttering around his ready-to-burst cock.
After a moment, Upper-Hermione got off him, an expression of utter satisfaction etched upon her face. Lower-Hermione, however, remained on him, his dick still clutched in her delicious depths. That only lasted for a moment, though, because then she got off him as well, leaving him bereft.
He didn't suffer for long, though, because after a few moments, Previous-Upper-Hermione blurted out, "My turn on your cock," before mounting him, an expression of utter delight on her face. She took his cock deep in her, making them groan. Once she was positioned, the other Hermione moved towards his face and straddled his chest — facing him this time — giving him a lusty smirk. "You'll have to eat my pussy again, Ron."
"Well, if it's mandatory …" he muttered with a grin, his hands moving over lower-Hermione's thighs.
"Oh, it is. It definitely is. Now give me pleasure," she demanded, lowering her cunt on top of his face and rocking her hips a bit to get friction. Ron moaned into her pussy, her scent invading his nostrils and senses, and began to lap eagerly, tracing the inner side of her folds before plunging it deep into her hole. He watched her as he tongue-fucked her, arching her back, tits jiggling deliciously and moaning wantonly. At the same time, Lower-Hermione began to ride his cock, her hands on upper-Hermione's waist, and Ron had to close his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations. Fuck, there was no way he was going to last long enough to make her cum again, he felt about to explode already.
"Mmmh, your cock feels so good, Ron …"
"And your tongue … Oh, yes, use it like that …"
"Fuck, this is so hot …"
"It is …"
Ron just groaned in response to her dirty talking, his cock twitching inside that hot cunt of hers. Speeding up, Lower-Hermione grabbed his hands and lifted them to her tits, which he kneaded with relish. Then she put her own hands back on Upper-Hermione's waist. Their moans grew in intensity, and, when Upper-Hermione shifted a bit so he could suck on her clit, he started to believe he might be able to hold his climax until she reached another one of hers.
But then two things happened at once: he felt a finger (which he realised belonged to Lower-Hermione, who had slid it under her own ass) touch his chin before going deep into her pussy, and he saw Upper-Hermione use her left hand to put Lower-Hermione's one on her tits, which she groped eagerly.
The view, the knowledge she was fingering herself, the taste and texture of her pussies … It was too much, and Ron let out a guttural groan, muffled by her cunt, as he thrust upwards forcefully and came deep in Hermione, his cock shooting as if he hadn't ejaculated in months.
Above him, Hermione smirked knowingly, rocking her hips fast while the other one kept riding his cock at top speed and fingering and touching herself.
The fast pace and the myriad of sensations caused her bodies to seize in a powerful orgasm when his own was starting to fade, her combined cries of pleasure and her spasming pussy enough to keep him half-hard despite the intense release he had experienced.
Once she had rode it out, she climbed off him and lay down on the bed, on both sides of him, still panting heavily.
"That — that was amazing, Ron …"
"Yeah," he agreed, still in cloud nine. "Seeing you touch and finger your other self was — fuck …"
She let out a giggle, snuggling more against him on both sides. "I knew you'd like it. So did I, by the waw, it was much better than normal masturbation. I knew you were too close and I had to do something to make sure I came as well."
"I love watching you cum."
"And receive it," she added, staring at him. "Your face is covered in my juices …"
"Good. I love being covered in them," he declared, and licked all around his mouth to taste more of her.
He saw her four eyes darken at the image, and then, at once, they both leaned in and met him for a three-way kiss.
Fucking fuck! he thought, his cock hardening completely at the sensation of her two mouths and tongues against his. He moaned into the kiss and moved his hands over her naked backs and down to her asses, grabbing them roughly and pushing her bodies against his. Her hands began to move more, until they were back on his cock and balls, filling his body with delicious pleasure.
"Hermione, fuck …"
"What do you want, Ron?" she asked in low, sultry voice. "Tell me."
"Get on all fours."
Kissing him once more, both Hermiones moved and got on their hands and knees, facing away from him. Ron moved as well, though more slowly, his eyes fixed on the incredible view before him.
Two fantastic, round asses, side by side. Ron straddled the two legs in the middle, which were touching, and put one hand over each bum, caressing them reverently. "Holy fuck …" he muttered, gulping loudly. Hermione turned her heads and stared at him, a wanton expression on her faces.
"Do you like the view, Ron?"
"Bloody hell, this is — this is fucking amazing, Hermione. It's — fuck …"
Ron squeezed and touched and caressed, his cock throbbing. She shook her asses a bit, her hips touching, as if trying to make him lose control and fuck them raw, something she was about to achieve.
And then they kissed.
"Fuck!" he groaned, eyes wide. He slid his hand down, to her pussies, and then plunged one finger into each hole as he watched them.
Hermione squirmed at the sensation and moaned, yet she didn't stop kissing herself. Ron began to finger-fuck her, his eyes fixed on her faces and the incredibly erotic way in which her lips moved.
Ron couldn't resist anymore so, moving behind Left-Hermione, shoved his cock into her pussy, hard, his hips slapping her ass cheeks noisily.
"Ahhh, Ron, yes!"
Ron kept caressing her asses as he fucked her, groaning at the wonderful sensation of her wet cunt gripping him.
"Fuck her, Ron," said right-Hermione. "Fuck her pussy hard, but keep fingering mine!"
"Bloody fuck, yeah!" he grunted, going harder and moving his right hand to push two fingers into her dripping hole.
"Ohhhh, yes, like that, Ron! Fuck me. Fuck us!"
"Merlin's tightest pants, Hermione …" he growled through gritted teeth, his hips moving hard against her ass, cock going in and out of her delicious, juicy cunt. His left hand tightened his grip on her hip and ass while his right one went deeper, rubbing against the front wall of her pussy, eliciting new, delicious moans from both Hermiones, moans that went directly to his navel and caused his cock to throb.
He wasn't ready to finish, though, so, after a minute, he retreated, extracting both his dick and his fingers from her.
She turned her heads, glaring at him. "Why did you stop!? I was getting close!" she protested.
Ron's response was to shift a bit to his right and thrust his cock into the other pussy.
"Ah, fuck, Ron!"
"Finger me, then!" exclaimed the other.
Ron moved his left hand to the pussy his cock had just vacated, and began a rough, hard finger-fucking while he pounded Right-Hermione forcefully, his right hand moving all over that fleshy, rounded ass.
They got into a good, fast rhythm, the pleasure mounting as their combined moans and groans filled the room along the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Ron's free hand roamed all over Right-Hermione's body, sometimes even reaching to touch Left-Hermione's.
"Ron … so close, Ron …" she whimpered.
"Fuck, Hermione … cum for me … Let me feel that pussy gushing …"
"Oh, oh, gods, I'm — Fuck, oh, fuck, Ron, Ron, RON!" she exclaimed in a duet, both pussies clamping down on his cock and fingers as she came hard.
"Fuck, Hermione!" he shouted, the tightness of her fantastic pussy threatening to do him in.
"Don't stop, Ron, keep going, keep going! Ohhh, gods, oh, godsss!" she cried, finishing. It was too much for Ron, who couldn't resist but fucking her harder and deeper. He took his finger out of her cunt and used both to squeeze her bum hard for maximum pleasure.
"Fuck! Ah, fuuuuuuck!" he roared as his cock exploded, filling her pussy with another big load. He continued thrusting erratically, moving his hips fast and hard to get every drop into her perfect, hungry hole.
Once he stopped moving, still buried in her, both Hermiones slumped down onto the mattress, their heads almost hanging on the border of the bed.
Ron stared at them, enthralled by how incredibly sexy they looked. Despite the strong orgasm he had just experienced, he couldn't help but knead bot their bums eagerly. They turned their heads, giving him a tired, but satisfied smile through a curtain of hair. Ron returned it and then nudged them apart and lay between them, his arms over her lower backs. Right-Hermione leaned in for a kiss, which lasted until he felt left-Hermione's hand on his head. He turned to look at her and she kissed him as well.
"Mmmh, this is heaven …" he mumbled, sighing happily.
"It is," she said. "You were splendid, Ron, fucking me so good …"
"Well, it wasn't entirely selfless …" he replied, and she laughed. Then, still with the traces of her laughter on her eyes, she kissed him again, in turns. Slowly, both Hermiones rolled him onto his back and each of them straddled one of his legs, rubbing their still very wet pussies against his thighs, which quickly made him grow hard.
"Now what?" she whispered coyly, pressing both pair of tits against him. Feeling hot, he reached for Left-Hermione and kissed her hard, his hands moving to squeeze one of her tits. Meanwhile, Right-Hermione began to cover his cheek, neck and shoulder in kisses. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he looked at her.
"My cock," he whispered, before resuming the kiss with Left-Hermione. Right-Hermione began to explore down his body, leaving more kisses here and there, until she reached his member, which twitched in excitement. When she cupped his balls and took the tip in his mouth, he groaned into Left-Hermione's mouth, who swallowed it wantonly.
"Oh, fuck!" he swore when he felt his dick enter Hermione's tight throat. Left-Hermione smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Do you like that, Ron? Do you like me sucking your cock nice and deep?"
"After — Ah, fuck — twenty years you should know I — Merlin! — love it, Hermioohhh-kneeee!"
She giggled. "I know. But you never could suck on and play with my tits while I gave you a blowjob before, right?"
"No … Fuck, Hermione, please …"
She chuckled and scooted upwards a bit, pushing her breasts into his eager face. He buried it between them and used his hands to press them against his cheeks. Along with the eager sucking of his cock, Ron felt his balls contract a bit.
"Hermione …" he moaned, his voice muffled by all that delightful, juicy flesh, and then took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking in the same greedy way she was slurping on his dick.
"Yes, Ron, yes, like that. Suck my tits like that …"
"Mmmphhh," he grunted, his hands moving to her ass, which he kneaded fervently. He let himself be dragged into this world of pleasure, his mind focus split into the feel on her tits and ass and the wonderful sensations emanating from his cock.
But then he felt his dick get cold and he turned his head a bit, to look down while still keeping her tit in his mouth.
She looked up at him and smiled. Then got on her knees and straddled him. Left-Hermione moved a bit away to give Right-Hermione space. Taking advantage of that, she positioned herself and grasped his cock, keeping it upwards so she could slide her wet, hot pussy onto it.
"Fuuck, Hermione …" he groaned against her breasts when he felt her hot, soft walls envelop him.
"Mmmh, you feel so good, Ron …" Right-Hermione moaned, rocking her hips.
"Bring those tits here as well," Ron demanded, putting his right hand on her waist and pulling. Right Hermione lowered her torso, sticking her chest out until it was at reaching distance of his mouth. He leaned up and took a nipple into his mouth, making her moan again. At the same time, Left-Hermione pressed her own breasts against him as well, so he found himself, for the second time, surrounded by two pairs of juicy, perfect tits, only this time his cock was also buried in her tight pussy.
She began to move quicker, her arousal taking control of her body. Ron groaned and switched back to Left-Hermione's tits, sucking with even more hunger. He felt light-headed, his cock encased in his wife's hot snatch, surrounded by her bodies, his nostrils full of her unique, delicious scent …
There were no words to express how he felt or how amazing this was.
As Right-Hermione's movements became more frenzied, he noticed Left-Hermione rubbing her own cunt. Wanting to help, he slid his left hand between his body and hers until it joined hers between her legs. She moved hers away, and Ron replaced it, shoving a couple of fingers into her cunt and curving them to rub her sweet spot. Both Hermiones moaned at once. The one on his cock increased her pace, bouncing on top of him enthusiastically, while the other started riding his hand and fingers. He pressed his palm against her mound, making sure her clit received proper attention.
"Oh, ohhhhh … like that, Ron … Oh, gods …"
"Hermione, this is so hot … fuck …"
She didn't answer, and just kept moving, intent on getting a new orgasm, orgasm that Ron was eager to help her achieve.
It arrived like a stampede of hippogriffs, wrecking her bodies and making their pussies tighten in a way that sent shivers of pure pleasure throughout his body. He watched, enthralled, as her bodies became alive with ecstasy, shuddering and trembling until it finally went away, leaving them too tired to support themselves, so they fell on top and next to him, panting heavily.
"Gods … Oh, gods, Ron …"
"Hermione, that was so sexy … I love watching you cum, it's the most amazing thing on Earth!"
She let out a tired giggle and then pecked his lips and cheek. Ron allowed her a minute to rest, and then, suddenly, rolled him and right-Hermione over so she was under him, legs spread.
"My turn," he whispered, and began to fuck her hard from the beginning, his need too strong to allow for a slow lovemaking. Hermione moaned under his assault, her breasts jiggling deliciously. As he moved, enjoying her cunt to the fullest, he looked at Left-Hermione — well, now she was Right-Hermione, right? — who was watching them with interest as she chewed on her lower lip. "Like the view?" he asked between pants, his voice hoarse. "Like watching yourself getting fucked hard, Hermione?"
"Yes …" she muttered, her voice dripping with lust. "It's — it's so hot, Ron …"
"Lie next to her, legs spread," he demanded. She complied at once, making the scene better to his hungry gaze, if possible. Ron grunted and gave Left-Hermione a few, hard thrusts. Then, on a swift movement, he got his cock out of her pussy, climbed between Right-Hermione's legs and drove home, burying himself to the hilt. "Fuuuuck, yes!"
"Ron!" Right-Hermione moaned, wrapping her legs around him at once while Left-Hermione watched them, her chest heaving.
Ron pounded hard, using his left arm for support so his right hand could grope her tits. After a minute or so, Left-Hermione sat up a bit and took his mouth into a sensual kiss. Noticing that he was approaching his own release, Ron enjoyed the kiss for a few moments and then stopped moving. Right-Hermione let out a frustrated groan, but he didn't care. This was his turn and he was going to do it his way. He pushed Left-Hermione so she was back on the bed, and, disentangling himself from Right-Hermione, climbed back between the other's legs and shoved his cock inside.
"Ah, Ron, yes … Oh, yes …"
"Fuck, Hermione, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted as he sped up, slamming powerfully into her. She took it with relish, while Right-Hermione moved her left hand to his ass, groping it as he thrust.
"Like that, Ron," she whispered in encouragement. "Fuck me hard. Fuck my cunts. Fuck our tight pussies until you cum …"
Grunting once more, lost in a sea of lust, he gave Left-Hermione a few deep thrusts and then switched once more, pounding hard the moment his cock was back into Right-Hermione's pussy.
He felt his self-control about to snap, and, for a moment, considered asking her in which of them he had cum the last time so he could ejaculate inside the other. However, as his cock began to throb, he decided it was irrelevant and just let it go.
"Gonna cum," he muttered, his entire body starting to shake. "Gonna cum hard, 'Ermionee …"
"Cum in me," she begged, her hands cupping her own tits. "Cum in me, Ron."
"Fill her pussy," whispered the other, putting one hand on his ass and helping him go deeper. "Fill it to the brim, Ron, I love when you cum deep in me …"
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" he shouted, the band holding his orgasm at bay snapping like a wire too tense. He literally exploded inside her pussy, the rush so strong and violent he felt as if his entire body had melted and was being poured through his dick. Encouraged by Left-Hermione, he kept thrusting, emptying himself completely in her welcoming, eager hole until he had nothing more to give. "Bloody fucking fuck …" he swore as he fell on top of her, his entire body turned into jelly.
Under him, Hermione giggled a bit, putting her arms around his back and kissing his cheeks lovingly. Left-Hermione snuggled against him as well, peppering his shoulder blades with kisses while her hand delved between his legs to caress his sensitive balls from behind, causing a new surge of tingling on his body.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good …" he moaned, enjoying the delicious feeling as she caressed him gently. Normally, such a thing would elicit a sexual response, but, just after such an orgasm, it felt almost relaxing.
Eventually, he rolled off Right-Hermione and Left-Hermione moved a bit away to give him space, so he could lie between them. He sighed again, using his arms to pull them towards him. He didn't know when he would have the chance to have two Hermiones, so he was determined to enjoy it as much as he could, and, right now, having them pressed against him, her warm, soft bodies touching his, was exactly what he wanted.
After five minutes, however, he felt her wandering hands got near his dick again, which twitched a bit in response, indicating his need was not completely sated, and the potion was still working.
"Have you got more in you?" she asked sultrily.
"Yes," he said, his mouth opening in a silent moan when both her hands began to caress his member and his balls, this time not in a relaxing way.
"Good, because there's one last thing I'd like to try before the effects of the potion disappear."
"What has crossed that brilliant mind of yours?" he asked, intrigued and excited.
Instead of answering, she gave him an even more wanton smile and then both her heads moved towards his crotch. For the umpteenth time that night, he felt the delicious sensation of his cock being enveloped by her warm mouth while her other tongue licked the lower part of the shaft and his balls. However, this time she stopped as soon as his prick was completely hard and ready again. They moved away from him, and Ron watched, curious, as one of them got on all fours, giving him again a delightful view of her fantastic ass and swollen pussy.
"What do you think of this, Ron?" asked the other Hermione, kneeling next to her other self and caressing her rounded cheeks.
"You know what I think of you ass, Hermione," he said, also getting to his knees, eager to take her from behind.
"I do. And I get it. I've really got a sexy ass, haven't I?" she asked, still caressing the plump cheeks.
"You can bet your perfect tits you do," he replied, getting more and more excited and wondering where she was going with this.
And then, when Ron though there was no way this could get hotter, she shocked him completely by spreading her other ass apart, revealing her puckered hole, and lowering her head to let a glob of spit fall directly onto it.
"HOLY FUCK, HERMIONE!" he shouted, gaping at her. She just smiled even more lustfully and used her finger to rub the spit all over her little hole. All-Fours-Hermione moaned and shook her ass a bit.
"Do you want the big finish to be here, Ron?" Kneeling-Hermione asked, still rubbing the little rosebud. Then she dipped her finger in and moaned in sync with All-Fours-Hermione. "Mmmh, I get why you like it so much. I'm really tight back here …" she commented as she finger-fucked her ass.
Ron's cock was throbbing, hard as steel. Fuck, he could have got hard even without the potion, seeing this image. He had let his imagination run wild with possibilities since they had decided to use the twinner potion, but this was beyond anything his mind had come up with.
Hermione was the most amazing woman on Earth, that was for sure.
Kneeling-Hermione took her finger out and put the now free hand to spread her more, then spat again on the slightly gaping hole. "Come on, Ron. It's ready for your cock …"
Ron moved towards her, as in trance, his body acting of its own accord. He didn't dare blink, fearing if he did everything would disappear. He placed himself behind All-Fours-Hermione, just between her spread legs, and put his own hands on her ass, caressing it. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, giving him the same smile Kneeling-Hermione had on her face. He looked down when he felt a warm, small hand grab his dick. Kneeling-Hermione was now directing it against that waiting, tight hole.
"Fuck …" he groaned when his tip touched her puckered entrance. At once, all-fours-Hermione pushed back, and his cock entered that tight, hot heaven. "Holy buggering fuck, Hermione …"
Kneeling-Hermione giggled and leaned in to kiss him. It was not a loving kiss, but one full of lust, and Ron groaned into her mouth, surrendering to it. He felt her left hand on his back and ass, pushing him forwards, and he complied, holding onto All-Fours-Hermione's bum to for support.
His cock was suddenly completely buried inside that incredibly tight and hot asshole, and he had to break the kiss to moan loudly. Kneeling-Hermione's smile became wider and she kissed him again, hungrily.
"Give it to me, Ron," she whispered. "Fuck this tight ass hard. Enjoy my tight asshole."
Ron felt his eyes roll on their sockets. The view, the tightness surrounding his cock, her rounded cheeks against his hips, her voice, the dirty things she was whispering …
He was not going to last.
But, for as long as he did, he was going to enjoy this and make sure she did as well, so he began to thrust, slowly at first, but then with power, driven by how good it felt and the way she kept encouraging him, spanking his ass lightly every time he retreated. He saw her watch his cock exiting and entering her ass, and the lust in her eyes made him wild.
"Look at it," he said through gritted teeth, pounding her fast and hard, his hips slamming noisily against her reddening cheeks. "Look how my cock fucks your ass, Hermione!"
"Yes, Ron, it's so hot. I had never imagined how hot it'd look …" she commented while All-Fours-Hermione moaned loudly. She kissed him again, and he moved his right hand off her ass, wrapping it around Kneeling-Hermione's waist and pulling her more into him. She intensified the kiss and began to caress his torso while he kept thrusting. Wanting to give her something, though, he let his hand slide down to her butt and, looking into her eyes, he pushed a finger into her crack until he was touching her asshole. He felt her body shudder and he smirked.
"Want something as well?" he asked, moving his finger in circles. She let out a soft moan, and Ron's cock twitched again in het clutching butthole.
"Yes," answered Kneeling-Hermione.
Ron moved his hand from her ass to her mouth, presenting his fingers to her. With her gaze still locked onto his, she opened her mouth and sucked on his finger, coating it with a good amount of saliva.
Ron felt his lust increase, and immediately took his finger back to her bum, easing it into her hole. Kneeling-Hermione let out a moan and began to rub her own pussy in time with his thrusts. Before them, All-Fours-Hermione did the same.
Ron grunted and sped up, fucking them with deep, powerful thrusts, sometimes kissing Kneeling-Hermione, sometimes bending a bit to suck on her tits. However, it didn't take long for the sensations and the arousal to grow too much. The fantastic way in which her ass enveloped his cock and his finger was flooding his body with tidal waves of incredible pleasure.
"Hermione, fuck, you've gotta cum!" he exclaimed over their loud moans. "I'm so fucking close!"
"Just a moment longer, Ron! Just a bit more!"
Ron clenched his teeth and redoubled his efforts in Kneeling-Hermione's asshole while squeezing All-Fours-Hermione's with eagerness, changing the tempo of his thrusts a bit to last longer.
"Cum for me," he repeated, his tone demanding. "Cum all around my finger and cock, Hermione! Milk me with your tight asshole!"
Both Hermione's threw their heads back, her faces a pictured of pure ecstasy.
"Rooooon! Oh, gods, Ron, ohhh, yesyesyes! Cum in me! Fuuuuuck!"
Ron thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt in her hot, clutching hole. Her ass constricted his cock in the tightest grip ever, starting his own orgasm. His cock throbbed in the fantastic tightness of her butt and then began to shoot, filling her greedy asshole with another big load of his cum. Ron roared in ecstasy as his cock shot and shot, the pleasure overwhelming, as his hips kept moving, pushing hard, wanting to go even deeper.
"Fuuuck, Hermione …" he moaned once his balls were finally drained, feeling completely worn out. Hermione seemed to be tired as well, because she collapsed on the bed, causing his cock to slip out of her asshole. Next to him, Kneeling-Hermione gave him a kiss and then lay down next to her other self.
Ron sat down on the bed, panting. His eyes roamed over her bodies, stopping at her still gaping hole, from which a narrow thread of cum was dribbling down to her pussy. The sight was rather sexy, yet his cock didn't react at all. His lust had been sated and, as a result, the effects of the potion had vanished.
After a while, Hermione stirred a bit and sat up, facing him, a big — thought tired — smile on her faces. She was about to say something when she froze suddenly, her eyes opening wide. Then, in a flash, their bodies seemed to become and blur that mixed and, when it solidified again, there was just on Hermione. She looked about to be sick, so Ron hurried to cradle her, laying her down gently.
"Are you okay, Love?" Ron asked.
Hermione didn't respond immediately. He saw her swallow hard, then made an attempt to open her eyes, but closed them again at once.
"Unghhh," she moaned.
"Love?"
"I'm — I'm fine. I just need a moment," she whispered. "Gods, Ron, I thought that seeing two of you was weird, but this … it's so odd. It's amazing as well, remembering it all, but very, very odd."
Ron chuckled. "Yes, I know."
Ron reached for his wand and Conjured a glass of water. She drank it all.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
After a couple of minutes, she opened her eyes again, this time fixing them on his, and gave him a bright smile. "Ron, it was incredible. I thought the one not using the potion was the one benefiting the most, because they had two of the other, but now that I remember everything from my — my two me, I think I've changed my mind."
Ron laughed. "Yeah, it feels amazing, though I think I prefer having two of you, but by a very narrow margin."
"Was it good for you, then?" she asked.
"Good?" he asked, lying next to her and caressing her side. "There's no word to describe how it was, Hermione. The things you did … when you fingered yourself … when you prepared your ass for me … If I had an ounce of cum left in my body, I'd get hard again just remembering it."
She laughed. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. To be honest, it was rather hot seeing us shag." She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then lay back again, stretching on the bed. "I'm soooo tired …"
Smiling, Ron got up and then used his wand to lift her body into the air.
"Ron! What are you doing?"
"Taking you to the shower, Love."
She looked at him for a moment as if about to protest, but, in the end, she allowed him to carry her. "Okay."
They showered slowly, enjoying the warm water on their worn-out bodies, then dried themselves with magic and went to bed.
"I'm going to sleep like a baby," he said. "Well, a baby like Rose, not Hugo," he added, causing Hermione to laugh.
"Me too. This weekend was amazing, Ron," she declared, leaning against him.
"Bloody brilliant, it was. A shame it's almost over."
"Over?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Yeah. I tried the potion, you tried the potion, and Hugo will be back tomorrow."
She nodded, but her expression was thoughtful.
"What's going through that beautiful brain of yours?" he asked, amused.
"What if we both took it? To end the weekend in a high note?"
Ron stared down at her. "You want us to fuck having two of you and two of me?" he asked, astounded.
She shrugged. "Well, have you never thought about a foursome, Ron?"
Ron couldn't help but laugh, happy that, even after twenty-one years together, she could still surprise him.
Yes, next chapter there is a Ron/Hermione foursome. And it will be published on Sunday.
See you!