Author's Note:So many comments, where to start.
Yes, sometimes (...often) this is a parody. Still, we'd love to see you tag along for this rollercoaster of a journey! Besides, we've got a pretty interesting chapter ahead of us.
Harry rubbed at his jaw, staring at himself in the mirror. Was it just the moonlight or did he look paler? Behind him, Katy was bathing. He didn't want to interrupt her. Couldn't. Below the mirror, he was hard, but he knew that if he saw her, he'd waste away the night. He couldn't risk Ron coming in again.
She still hadn't deigned to talk to him about it. The morning after, Harry woke spooning Katy. Her hair had smelled sweet, like sweat and perfume and something that Harry didn't want to think about.
Sighing, Harry closed his eyes. Ginny still wasn't back. Despite Harry's and Hermione's insisting that Ron go after her, he hadn't. In fact, the bastard strolled around the house with a pair of low-hanging pajamas on his hips, smirking at anything and everything. With the tent in his pants, Harry thought that he'd shag a lamp or anything with a hole.
Suddenly, a crash sounded in the bathroom, along with a groan. Katy called, "Just a minute, dear!"
It was with horror that Harry heard the panting that he recognized as Ron, only from sharing a room with him for many years.
"Blimey, Katy," Harry muttered and looked down. He wasn't exactly small. And Ron's dick was hairy.
God. Now he was picturing Ron's dick.
Harry ran a hand through his hair and fixed his glasses, storming out of the room. Let Ron and Katy have the bed. They would've had it anyways. Harry just couldn't help but picture the gangly and clumsy Ron mastering a broom to fly up to the bathroom window and climb inside… unless Harry was so inside his own head that he hadn't noticed Ron open the door and stroll past.
The kitchen was quiet. The dishes sat in a small stack. He could see Molly on the porch, sipping at a cigarette. He couldn't think about the irony too much, not when he saw Hermione on the couch. She hadn't noticed him - clearly. Reading intensely from a book the color of oxblood, she bit her lip and dug her heels into the couch cushion.
"Hermy?" Harry asked and stepped into the room.
Immediately, the lights extinguished with a click. After a second of pitch dark, the lights restored themselves.
Hermione sat up guiltily, the book no where to be found. Unfortunately, in the mad scramble to hide the book, her wool pajama top had shifted, exposing a handful of pale cleavage. Harry averted his eyes quickly, only to aware of his erection that the idea of Ron and Katy together had destroyed.
"Harry, I think we should talk," Hermione said and sat up, patting the couch cushion beside her.
Harry eased on the seat beside her, drawing a pillow over his lap so she couldn't see… the drawstrings of his pants! "I dunno what you want to talk about," he murmured.
"It's about two people really important to us." She sighed and looked at her intertwined fingers. "They've been sneaking around for a while."
He began to sweat and could've sworn that he tasted the salty taste of Ron's cum in his mouth. "Who's that?"
"It's something that's, well, hard for me to talk about. It may take a long time to talk about. I'll admit that I thought that they'd come with you, but evidently, they only care about themselves."
Harry nodded blindly, his arousal warring with his anxiety.
"And to put that in your mouth-"
"If you want to fuck, just tell me!"
Hermione recoiled immediately. "What did you-how-you pervert!"
Harry's gut sank so fast that he was surprised his cock didn't. "What were we talking about again?"
"Ginny and Molly's fight! You obviously mean something to both of them but they won't talk to you about Arthur." Hermione put her head in her hands, her frizzy hair doing an uncharacteristically poor job of shielding her chest.
Harry looked at her back, which sank as she exhaled. He could feel her warmth even from away, the smell of parchment paper and something musky and spicy, a perfume that he suddenly craved to taste. Before he could regret it, he slid a hand up her back, rubbing her softly.
He wasn't sure of the deep tension in her back until her shoulders sank, and she whispered, "Thank you."
"I'm sorry, Hermione. It's just that Katy and I have been having… issues." That was one way to put her slobbering over his mate's dick while he watched. "We've been fighting a lot."
She turned her head towards his, half-lidded eyes trained on him. "And Ginny?"
He thought of her and found his heart sinking. He was even more surprised to find that he didn't want to think about her. He certainly didn't want to talk about her to his other best friend.
In fact, he didn't want to do any talking at all. And there was only one way to shut her up.
Harry leaned forward, capturing her jaw in one hand and the small of her back in his other. He pressed her upwards, sealing her top lip with both of his. Every touch was a wealth of sensation and pleasure. Even when she didn't fully reciprocate, he stayed there, kissing her. After a minute in which he was sure that he'd misread everything, Hermione softened. She curled her hands around his shoulders and pulled him towards her with a small sigh. If the kiss were a moment, it would be laying on grass, watching the clouds float by in dreamy silence.
But Harry didn't want to watch the clouds. He wanted to soar.
Harry's hands trailed along her sides, every trace of a fingertip pulling at her core like no one else could. Finally, his hands reached her hips. She hadn't realized how much she wanted his touch everywhere until he stopped. Groaning, she tried to push at his hands, anywhere and everywhere. Sensing her direction, he smiled and pulled her towards him more. Never breaking the kiss that was slowly moving from intimate to sensual, she climbed onto his lap. Against her thigh, she felt his erection, and the thought thrilled and scared her. Just how far was she willing to go with her husband's mate?
Hermione came to the perfect conclusion.
She broke the kiss, whispering words against his swollen lips. She wasn't sure if he'd agree-couldn't fathom the aftermath if he said no. But Harry just laughed and took off his glasses, spreading her on her back with a kind of gentleness that she didn't know was possible. Still breathless, she shimmied out of her pajamas and laid back, watching him. He licked his lips.
"Harry, we don't have to-" Her words broke into a moan as he began to kiss her.
It didn't take long to break the infinite waves of pleasure and plunge into that delicate fall to ecstasy. After that fall, she moaned, writhing under his continuous assault until he'd wrung another three orgasms out of her. She couldn't manage another more. Her cheeks were flushed, her breasts heaved upwards, and her lips glistening.
Harry smiled at her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Holy fuck.
Reminder to her future self: never date a ginger when she could a nerdy, glasses-wearing dork. Or better yet, always fuck her husband's mate. As she lay panting on the couch, she contemplated if Neville's pert lips could be put to a… better use.
But her thoughts were interrupted by a gasp.
And it wasn't Harry's.
"What the fuck?!" Molly screamed.
Hermione scrambled for her clothes so fast that she smacked Harry across the face. Harry, who had just ate her.
"Fuck!" Hermione screamed, shaking her hand. "I have that on my hand!"
"Don't wipe on the couch," Harry and Molly shouted simeautaneously.
Hermione dressed quickly as Molly banged her head against a wall. By then, Katy and Ron had come downstairs, none the wiser as both of them wore dissheveled clothing.
"Can someone explain to me what is happening?" Molly asked, pinching her nose.
Harry feigned ignorance. "What do you mean?"
She looked up and began to giggle before running into the kitchen and grabbing her wand. With no preamble whatsoever, she shoved her wand into the wall. "It's a light switch!" Then she slapped the wand, watching it wobble in the wall.
Harry sighed. It was clear as day that Molly was high as a bat. He just didn't know what to do about it. If he should do anything at all.
Author's Note: Come on, you've made it this far.
