The Second Time - August 18, 1998
"I can't believe Mum is making us do all this the Muggle way!" Ron declared as he lifted his shirt to wipe his dripping face, revealing a long lean torso covered with a light sheen of sweat and damp ginger hair trailing downward from his navel.
"Yeah, I know. It's not all that bad," Harry pointed out as he dug his shovel into the ground before flipping the dirt behind him, trying to avoid staring at Ron's tall frame. "I used to have to work in Aunt Petunia's garden all the time. Your mum only has us planting a few shrubs. We're almost done."
Ron grunted in response and grudgingly continued his work trimming the newly planted shrubbery. Within minutes he ripped off his shirt, whinging about the heat and 'wasted days off.' After a few minutes he commented, "So, Ginny's birthday was last week."
"Mm-hmm," Harry replied, wary of where Ron was heading with this observation.
"She's of age now..."
Harry huffed, "What're you getting at?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just, uh...wondering really if you two did any, um, er...private celebrating?"
Harry shook his head, "Nope...we aren't ready for, uh, private celebrations. Ginny, she...uh, wants to take things, um...slow.
Ron nodded in understanding. "Yeah, Hermione figures Ginny wants you to know what it feels like to wait around for her for a change."
"Yeah, well, it's bloody frustrating," Harry grumbled, until he caught Ron's eye, "But I don't mind waiting. Waiting is...good, waiting is fine...it's-"
"Harry, it's okay. I understand." Ron clapped Harry's back with his large sweaty hand. "I get it." Ha! Like you and Hermione waited to have sex? For what, 24 hours?
"You know Hermione and I waited for a long time to finally get together, but once we did..." Ron trailed off, staring at the ground with his ears glowing red – and not from the sun.
"Worth the wait then?" Harry couldn't help asking.
"Hell yeah!" Ron's face lit up with a grin the likes of which Harry had rarely seen on his best mate (off the Quidditch pitch at least). "Speaking of Hermione, she's coming over today." He glanced at his watch, "Damn, in about five minutes or so. Told her Mum and Ginny were off to Shell Cottage for the day and she insisted on coming over to spend time with us."
"Us?" Harry asked incredulously.
"Yeah," Ron picked up his discarded shirt and wiped his face and torso with it. "She thought it might be nice for the three of us to spend some time together, just us. Ya know it's been awhile, and with her, well...leaving soon..."
"Only two more weeks till September 1."
"Don't remind me," Ron shook his head and watched his feet shuffle in the dirt.
Sensing Ron's mood quickly turning melancholy, Harry changed the subject. "Look mate, I'll finish up here. You go hit the showers."
"Nah, 'M fine."
"Really, I don't mind. Besides, you need to get out of the sun, you're getting really red."
"Bugger!"
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Harry continued to work outside for a while longer, pleased with the progress he and Ron had made. It felt good to enjoy a day working outside instead of at the ministry working to round up Death Eaters. Harry made his way to the kitchen for a cold drink, thinking about him and Ginny. He wasn't sure exactly how he thought things would be once the war was over, but he certainly expected more. She's still grieving, he reminded himself. She's still angry, more like it. It was odd, since coming home it felt like he and Ginny had switched places with Ron and Hermione. They had several loud rows this summer, whereas Ron and Hermione seemed to just bicker playfully and flirt. And shag like mad, he added jealously. Now that they have a release for all that pent up sexual tension, they have no reason to fight.
Reaching for a glass, Harry caught a whiff of himself. Damn, I'm rank. Ron should be done in the shower by now. Hell, even if he's not, I have to piss like a Hippogriff. I'll just pop upstairs... Harry finished his drink and turned on the spot, Disapparating straight into the Weasleys' only bathroom.
Ron was indeed still in the shower, as Harry appeared in the room Ron was in the middle of a loud moan, "Fuuucckkk, that's so good."
Wouldn't think he'd need to wank as often as he's getting it. Just as Harry was about to tell Ron he had popped in to take a leak, he heard another voice, "Is it now?"
Hermione? Holy Mother of Merlin, she's in the shower with him!
Harry froze. What do I do? What the fuck should I do? If I Disapparate, they're sure to hear, it's a miracle they didn't hear me come in. FUCK! Okay, calm down, think like an Auror. First step: Disillusionment Charm. Harry tapped himself on the head and felt the familiar chill flow over him. Thank you for the nonverbal training Kingsley. Okay, now how to get out?
While Harry was trying to decide the best way to escape, Ron let out another moan, "Mmmmmm, stop teasing me already."
"I'm not teasing, I'm just being thorough. Must make sure every inch is clean." What is she washing?
"Maybe you need to take a closer look?"
"Maybe I do." There was silence for a brief moment during which Harry was rooted to his spot, torn between figuring a way out and figuring out what they were doing.
"Oh fuck Hermione, you have the most wicked mouth." No fucking way! Hermione is not going down on him. Just...no way!
"Dammit, again with the teasing." Ron sounded desperate.
"Hmmmm...don't you like this?" Ron responded with a groan that made it perfectly clear he liked it very much. What the hell is she doing to him? "What is it you want Ron?"
"You know damn well what I want."
"This?" She asked, causing Ron to issue a deep guttural groan at whatever 'this' was.
Harry knew that the circular shower curtain suspended above the Weasleys' ancient claw-foot bathtub did not close all the way. In fact, Harry was quite certain that if he took just a few small steps to his right, he'd be able to see inside the shower. Damn them and their frigging open curtains! He knew the right thing to do was either find a way out or cast a silencing charm and hide in the corner until they were gone. Apparently Harry's brain was tired of doing the right thing because he slowly took the few necessary steps to bring the couple into full view. He never even remembered making the decision to move; he was simply drawn to them.
Ron was standing facing the small opening with his back to the shower head, the water cascading over his shoulders and running down his chest. All Harry could see of Hermione was the curve of her naked backside as she knelt in front of Ron and the faintest swell of her breast as she moved. Harry stood at such an angle that he could see her hand as she stroked Ron with her right hand while taking him into her mouth. Harry wasn't sure where her other hand was but he suspected it was fondling Ron's bollocks. What amazed Harry the most was the noises Hermione was making; she was moaning as if she were the one being pleasured.
I can barely get to second base and he's got Hermione - effing prim and proper Hermione Granger - sucking his cock like it's the best thing she ever put in her mouth. Granted, it's a very impressive cock – but give me a fucking break.
The look on Ron's face could only be described as complete adoration for the woman in front of him. It was that look of utter love and devotion that gave Harry a stab of guilt – that is until Ron spoke – then he went right back to being nothing but turned on.
"You love sucking my cock don't you?" Does he have a death wish?
Hermione only hummed in agreement, increasing her pace at Ron's words. Damn, she does!
Her head of damp brown curls bobbed faster over Ron's cock as her moans grew louder. Ron looked as if he were struggling fiercely to keep from grabbing her head and fucking her mouth until he exploded. He settled for deep groans of approval and gently stroking her hair. "Love you so much...want you so much Hermione..."
Hermione released him from her mouth long enough to reply, "Me too" when Ron suddenly pulled her to her feet and spun her around to press her back to the side wall causing her to squeak in surprise before he swallowed her cries by crashing his mouth to hers. Harry was shocked when Ron lifted her up the wall and entered her in one fluid movement, so different from the slow tender encounter he witnessed before.
Ron slammed into Hermione again and again, the force of his thrusts driving her, quite literally, up the wall as the water from the shower fell against them like rain. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her feet digging into the top of his firm arse as he plowed into her. Once Ron released Hermione from his fierce kiss, she tipped her head back and pushed her breasts forward against him. "Oh God Ron, I love you" she moaned, entwining her hands in his hair and pulling his mouth down to her chest.
Harry saw a flash of pink nipple just before Ron's head blocked his view. I've seen them have sex twice now, yet I've never even seen a naked tit. Not that I want to see Hermione's tits. I'm sure they're very nice but...ewwwwwww, though Ron certainly seems to like them.
Ron continued ravishing Hermione's breasts as he sped his strokes up even more, never wavering in his assault. He pulled his head away, pressing her chest against his, and stared her straight in the eye. Punctuating each word with a thrust he grunted, "I -thrust- love -thrust- you -thrust- always -thrust- you -thrust- never -thrust- forget!" By the time he finished his declaration, Hermione was clawing at his back and screaming his name. Fuck she's loud! Harry wondered if she was always this way or if the bathroom tiles merely amplified her cries.
"Oh God Ron! Yes...right there!" Hermione was obviously getting close to climax as she pulled her legs even tighter around Ron and began thrashing her head back and forth on the tiled wall.
"Right there?" Ron teased, "That were you need it, luv?" The scene in front of him was causing Harry major discomfort, as his arousal grew with each powerful thrust Ron made into Hermione. I will not wank. I will not wank. I will not wank. This is so fucking intense, but I can't, I just can't. Harry settled for opening his button and lowering his zipper enough to give himself a small amount of relief.
"YES! OH Rooooooooonnnnnn!" She screeched his name so loud and so long Harry thought the walls were going to shake when she came. As she did, Ron shouted, "Fuck yeah, cum for me! Squeeze my cock...so fucking good!" Ron was not quite as loud when his deep voice called out her name while he jerked erratically into her, his rhythm faltering for the first time since he entered her. Ron rested his head on the wall over Hermione's shoulder and took deep cleansing breathes as his legs began to shake slightly. Hermione continued to cling to Ron, almost in desperation, as she hid her face in his neck and sobbed.
Did that tosser hurt her? Pounding into her like that, I'll pound that freckled arse of his-
"Shhhh shhhh, it's okay luv, I'm here, I'm right here." Ron set Hermione back on the floor and pulled her into the shower stream, where she was mostly hidden from Harry's view. Ron reached for his discarded flannel and gently cleansed her, erasing all evidence of their coupling. While he cleaned her he continued to utter soothing reassurances until her tears abated. Harry was amazed at the change in Ron, so fierce and aggressive one moment, then tender and loving the next. Who the hell knew Ron could be so gentle? As he watched him tend to his lover the answer came to him: Hermione. Hermione always knew.
"Luv, you have to stop crying every time we have sex, I'm going to start taking it personally." Ron reached behind her and turned off the water.
Through her sniffles, Hermione let out a small laugh. "Sorry, it's just...I'm leaving so soon. I'm going to miss you so much."
"I know. I'm dreading it too, but we'll be okay, it's the right thing for us in the long run." He stepped close to the opening in the curtain and pulled it open further to reach for some towels, his hand coming inches away from Harry's inert body. Ron paused for a moment as if he sensed something, then shaking his head he turned back to Hermione, "Here, babe. Let's dry you off."
Bloody buggering hell! That was close!
"Where're your clothes Hermione?" Ron asked as he wrapped a towel around his midsection.
"Over there." She pointed to the floor, right by Harry's feet. Dammit Potter, could you find a worse place to stand? Serves you right, you perv.
Ron stepped out of the tub and retrieved Hermione's wand and clothes, again pausing as if he suspected something. "You're lucky it was me in the shower and not Harry. Did you see him on your way in, does he know you're here?" She was wearing a towel when he helped her out of the tub and handed her her belongings.
"I saw him outside, through the kitchen window, when I came in. I figured it was safe to Apparate in when I heard the shower running, since I knew you were the only ones home."
"I'm glad you did." He rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms and leaned forward and gave her a gentle lingering kiss.
"Mmmmm, so am I," Hermione smiled but kept her eyes closed.
"Hermione," Ron reached up to cup her face, "we're going to be all right. You know that right?" She nodded quietly and rested her forehead against his damp chest. "Why don't you pop on up to my room and put yourself together? I'll head down and get lunch started, okay?"
"Okay." She stepped back and gave him a small smile, "I love you." She turned on the spot and disappeared. "I love you too," Ron said to the empty room. "We'll be okay...we have to be." Harry watched silently as Ron quickly dried himself off and pulled on the fresh clothes he had brought from his room before lifting the charms on the door and leaving.
Harry stood alone in the empty bathroom and thought about all that he had just seen. He realized that he was jealous of what Ron and Hermione shared, not just the sexual aspect of their relationship but their connection as well. He told himself that's why he stayed and watched them, simple curiosity and jealousy. Harry knew his feelings for Ginny were strong, he could even be falling in love with her. There was just still too much hurt and anger between them to move on just yet. He locked the door behind Ron and dealt with the painful bulge in his trousers, trying to imagine he and Ginny in place of Ron and Hermione; trying, but not completely succeeding.