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AN: Don't read if you detest even the thought of Harry/Hermione/Ron. I've been a, I wouldn't call it a fan but that's the closest word I can come up with, of this pairing since the execution scene in the PoA movie where Hermione turns her face into Ron's chest and Harry's arms come around her. I have a link to a screencap of that scene on my profile if you'd like to see it. XD

After all they had done, all the things they had been through together - A troll, Voldemort, the Chamber of Secrets, Sirius and dementors, Umbridge and the Prophecy. All these things had only made their friendship stronger, so this seemed to be the natural next step.

Harry looked at his best friends in the whole world. Ron, his very first friend whose jealousy seemed to be a thing of the past. Hermione, who, even with her love of the rules would do anything for them, break any rule if they but asked it of her.

His gaze was drawn to the hands clasped in either of his and he knew, no matter what anyone else might have to say, that this was right. His eyes were pulled back up to the smiles on their faces, sure that his was just as wide.

Harry watched as Hermione raised her wand and spoke the words that they had studied and practiced for months (just to satisfy Hermione's need to plan and counter-plan everything).

He felt it the moment the light died down. They were there, not just physically beside him but intertwined so deeply within him that nothing could tear them away without irreparable damage being done to all of them.

Just the feeling of someone being that close, that close for always brought tears to eyes and Harry saw that Hermione was already crying and Ron was trying to push them back but didn't seem to be succeeding. Before he knew it all three were huddled together just allowing the feelings to flow through the bond.

This was it. They were his and he was theirs for all time and Harry couldn't have been happier as he felt Hermione's lips upon his, quickly replaced by Ron's and his eyes were drawn to the arousing picture before him, breath catching in his throat as they kissed one another.

Lying back on the bed, his mates on either side of him, hands clasped at his waist Harry let out a sigh of pure contentment.

Fin