When the supper dishes were cleaned and the baby was down for the night, Hermione wished her parents a good night.

"It'll probably be late when I return," she said and took Harry's arm. Make that tomorrow morning.

The force of Harry's Apparition made the flat's lights flicker. At Grimmauld Place, he showed her the finishing touches of the library's refurbishment.

"New marble on the fireplace and I finished the wallpapering there around the bay window," he said. "My room's done too."

"Come on, let's see it then," she said.

In his room, she admired the beige and dark green of the walls, drapes, carpeting, and bed covering.

"I love what you've done in here, no wallpaper," she said.

"Painting's kept me busy when I've had a lot on my mind," he said.

She saw the negligee they bought earlier hanging from the en-suite door.

"I'd like to see you in it," he said. "It goes with your eyes."

She winked, went inside, and closed the door so that she could make an entrance for him. While making an entrance was not a big deal to her, it was for him. She put on the negligee, tousled her hair, and pinched her cheeks to redden them. Harry was sitting on the bed, nude, and stroking himself when she emerged from the en-suite. He realized that he didn't need to be embarrassed to do it around her.

"Starting without me?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Do you like to watch me do this?" he asked.

She nodded and took a seat on the bed next to him, running her hands along his thighs as he stroked. "You have a large, beautiful cock," she said matter-of-factly.

That was the first time a woman had ever told him that. Amazing! All he had to do was mention or display his member, and her sex switch turned on.

"Touch yourself, I want to see you touch that amazing body," he said.

"As you wish," she said and scooted back.

She spread her legs, moved the slip of fabric aside, and stroked the moist folds. His cock twitched in his hands when she groaned, let her head fall back, and languidly fondled herself. She wasn't surprised when she felt his hand take the place of her own. The bed shifted and his lips were on her neck.

"Lay down so I can return last night's favor," he said.

She did so and he opened her legs wider, nudging her quim with his nose. The fragrance of her arousal urged him to take a long, slow lick. She hissed and ran a hand along her body.

"Amazing," he said and took another lick.

He saw her clit and massaged it with a finger. She moaned loudly, prompting him to lick and suck the little bud until she was panting and writhing. When he stopped, she raised her head to look at him with hooded eyes. He was staring at her quim like a starving man at a buffet, stroking himself.

"What's on your mind?" she asked, resting on her elbows.

"Deciding what I'm going to do next," he replied.

"Can I suck you while you decide?" she asked saucily.

"You need to ask?" he replied.

She laid back and crooked a finger at him. "Come here, you'll like this."

He crawled up the length of her body and kissed her.

"Take this off, it'll get in the way," she said.

He was going to ask get in the way of what, but why ask a dumb question at a time like this? Just do what she says! He laid the negligee aside.

"Lay it between my breasts."

He read about this in last month's issue of PlayWizard and now he was going to do it! He did and she pressed her breasts around his cock, until his hands took the place of hers. He needed no encouragement and moved his hips back and forth, loving the feel of her soft, full breasts pressing all around him. He was so close to her mouth...She made the next move by grabbing his bum to urge him closer to her face. He realized that he had to lean forward, like he was in a push-up position unless she moved. She did, to take him into her mouth. Instinctively, he pressed his hips forward. Now he understood. She wanted to blow him like this, like he was fucking her mouth. He had no words for this, if talking were possible. This bed, it was heaven. PlayWizard didn't describe this fully. As if it could be any better, she reached up and massaged his sac and the very sensitive skin behind his sac. He looked down and pumped smoothly, steadily as her tongue fluttered around his length, then she took his sac into her mouth. When she dared to put the tip of a finger in his arse, he called out something unintelligible and actually whimpered in pleasure. She was stroking him, his balls were in her mouth, and the rimming felt good, better than he thought it would. Suddenly he wanted his cock to be somewhere else, but he didn't want to move. What she was doing felt too good.

"I want to fuck you," he panted and groaned.

**

Ron Apparated straight to his room after Quidditch practice. He was about to step into the en-suite for a shower when he heard moaning from the next room. He knew that he should cast a silencing charm so he wouldn't hear, but he was bloke who hadn't been laid in a while. If I can't watch, might as well listen! No one will ever know! He cast a charm to amplify the sounds from the next room, took out his cock and started stroking.

**

He summoned the tube of Maximum Wood, hoping it would work like advertised, despite the dumb name. She bit her lip and ran her hands along his thighs as he massaged the ointment on his cock. It made him feel warm and slightly tingly, and could only imagine how it would feel moving in and out of her wet, warm softness. He stood and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Leaning over her, he gave her a heated kiss and opened her legs wider to admire the sight.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to like this too," he said and thrust in.

He held her legs wide as he thrust in and pulled out, never feeling more like a man than at that moment. He let his head fall back and pumped with abandon, losing himself to the delights of her quim. This is how it's supposed to be! He felt harder and warmer, and her enthusiastic urging and appreciation of his cock made it feel more perfect. He felt the familiar electric sensation from his balls of an impending orgasm, so he slowed and grasped his cock at the base and pumped slower. He wanted more than anything to feel his cock buried in her arse, to the hilt.

"Want to take your arse, want to drive deep in," he gasped through clenched teeth, still gripping the base of his cock.

"Yess, drive it deep, take it," she groaned.

**

Ron sat straight up in bed at that and grasped his cock harder. Hardly any woman let him do that! Harry got to hit that arse? Lucky sod!

**

He slid behind her on the bed and held her against him, kissing her neck and fingering her arse.

"I'm going to make this so good for you," he whispered and nudged the head of his cock at her entrance.

Still grasping the base of his cock, he slowly worked his way deep in the tight channel, both of them groaning and panting their pleasure. When he was in to the hilt, he had to stop to catch his breath. How wonderfully tight she was around him! He had never taken a woman in the arse, he wanted to remember the first feeling of it.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" she asked, sucking on his fingers that had somehow made their way to her mouth.

He grunted a response, causing her to smile knowingly. He pulled all the way out and slowly worked his way back in.

"Yes, Harry, take it!" she encouraged.

He urged her on her hands and knees and positioned himself at her arse, slowly working it in, then began pumping in earnest.

"Fuck yes!" she called out and squealed in happy surprise when he started lightly slapping.

**

Go for the gold! Ron thought.

**

Moans, grunts and curses of appreciation filled the air as his sexual dreams came true. Here was a woman who liked to give head and liked to fuck, and he was a man who more than up to the task. He knew he was going to come harder than he ever did, so he pumped faster and harder to bring his climax to a roaring conclusion. He called her name with each surge of his release and found that he was still erect after the climax. He wondered if she came. He wondered how he was still hard. How could he be wondering so much at a time like this? He realized he was stroking himself. Maximum wood, they're not joking! He didn't have to ask if she wanted more. She was lying on her back, touching herself, fingering her folds and clit. He cast a cleansing charm on himself and slid into her quim. She arched her back and called out to him. He didn't know how this was possible, that he could still do this for her, so he quit thinking and did it for as long as it would last. He gasped and moaned with her, marveling when she quieted for a moment and exploded in climax. He encouraged her pleasure, slapping against her as she climaxed, her heels digging into his arse, moving her hips with his. When she slowed and quieted, he slid out, laid back and continued to stroke himself. She scooted closer and laid her head on his chest as he stroked. He loved that he could just lay there with her and pleasure himself without feeling self-conscious about it.

**

Ron panted after making himself come harder than he had in a while, listening to Hermione come. He remembered it from when they briefly dated; her orgasms really were a thing of beauty. Harry was a lucky man.

**

"Wow, that stuff really works," she commented.

"Mmmhmm," he replied as he stroked.

"You're really good at this," she said.

"Which part?" he asked, teasing, but felt like thumping his chest and howling in masculine pride.

"All of it," she replied. "I think I'll keep you."

He stroked for a good ten minutes until he finally fell flaccid.


The next morning...

Harry woke early, out of habit, and made to leave the room to bring breakfast back on a tray. She deserved breakfast in bed. Before he closed the door, he looked back at Hermione softly snoring through the sunrise, smiling at yet something else he leaned about her. She was a deep sleeper. He woke, used the loo, dressed, and bumped into a bedside table- and it didn't disturb her slumber one bit. He closed the door softly just in case.

He was preparing eggs, bacon, toast, and fruit when Ron came into the kitchen yawning and stretching. He saw the food and became a little more alert.

"Don't even think about it, this isn't yours," Harry said and tossed a loaf of bread at him. "There's the toaster and there's some tea already made."

Not yet quite alert, the loaf smacked him in the face. "Whipped," he mumbled.

Harry turned to him, a frown on his face. "What did you say?" he demanded.

"In case you didn't hear it the first time, whipped," Ron said.

Harry shook his head in pity and turned back to the cooker. He meticulously arranged the food on the plate, poured a glass of juice and a cup of tea. He conjured a flower from a fork, and put the breakfast and flower on a tray. He stopped and spoke to Ron before he left the room.

"And if you think being called whipped by you makes a difference to me, think again, mate. This is not whipped, this is loving her and wanting to do it for her, simply to make her happy, to see her sleepy smile first thing in the morning. Maybe if you treated women as more than ...holes in your mattress, someone would be bringing you breakfast in bed. As it is, the only woman who loves you is your mother. Think on that," he said and left the kitchen, whistling.

Back in his room, he cast a warming charm on the food, a silencing charm (just in case) and set the tray aside. She was still asleep, so he slid into the bed behind her to wake her gradually. He wrapped his arms around her, drew her closer and kissed her neck, speaking softly to her. She sighed, opened her eyes and stretched. Her back arching and groaning in waking caused his arousal to spike.

"Are you happy to see me or is that a wand poking my bum?" she asked sleepily.

"Well, a different kind of wand," he said and ground against her bum.

"Are you trying to turn me on?" she asked.

"I hope so, is it working?" he asked.

She chuckled. "Yes, mission accomplished. I'm turned on."

"Good," he said and slipped his sleeping pants down. "This is going to be quick, I'm afraid."

He lifted her top leg and thrust in from behind.

"Good morning," he whispered and started slapping against her.

"It is now," she said, moving her hips with his.


Chapter End Notes:

First off, Ron can be a bit of a git at times. We all know this.

Secondly, although it's good, there will be more going on than the rutting of the past couple of chapters! Many couples experience a wonderful period of discovery, and I just wanted to show that. Now, on to All Hallows Eve and much, much more.