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The fire crackled softly in Hagrid's hut, casting flickering shadows on the walls as Hermione lay tangled in Harry's arms. Their breaths were still heavy, their bodies warm and content from the passionate encounter they had just shared. Hermione's mind raced, though, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She felt both exhilarated and conflicted, her heart torn between the two men who had awakened something deep within her.
Harry's hand traced lazy patterns on her bare back, his touch both possessive and tender. "You're mine now, Hermione," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "No one else gets to have you like this."
She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, the door to the hut burst open with a loud BANG. Hermione gasped, scrambling to cover herself with the blanket as Harry instinctively moved to shield her.
"What the—" Harry started, but his words cut off as Ron stepped into the room, a sly smirk plastered across his face.
"Well, well, well," Ron drawled, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe. "Looks like I've caught you two in a rather compromising position."
Hermione's face flushed crimson, her heart pounding in her chest. "Ron! What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
Harry glared at Ron, his jaw tightening. "Get out, Ron. This isn't any of your business."
Ron chuckled, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, but I think it is. You see, I've been watching you two for a while now. And let's just say… I had a hand in setting all of this up."
Hermione's eyes widened, her mind racing to process his words. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ron's smirk widened as he stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him. "You didn't really think it was just a coincidence that Harry walked in on you and Hagrid, did you? Or that Harry just happened to be here tonight when you two were getting… cosy?"
Harry's eyes narrowed, his body tensing with suspicion. "What are you saying, Ron?"
Ron's gaze flicked between Harry and Hermione, his expression smug. "I'm saying I orchestrated this whole thing. I wanted to see what would happen if I pushed the right buttons. And let me tell you, it's been quite the show."
Hermione's stomach churned as the realization dawned on her. "You… you set this up? Why would you do something like that?"
Ron shrugged, his smirk never fading. "Curiosity, I suppose. I wanted to see how far you'd go, Hermione. And I have to admit, I'm impressed. Who knew you had it in you?"
Harry's hands clenched into fists, his anger boiling over. "You're sick, Ron. How could you do something like this to her? To us?"
Ron's expression softened slightly, and for a moment, he looked almost apologetic. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone, Harry. I just… I wanted to see what would happen. And now that I have, I think it's time we all had a little chat."
Hermione's mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. She felt violated, exposed, and yet… there was a part of her that couldn't help but feel intrigued by Ron's admission.
"What kind of chat?" she asked cautiously, her voice trembling.
Ron's eyes locked with hers, his gaze intense and probing. "A chat about what we're all really feeling. About the desires we've been hiding from each other. Because let's be honest, Hermione… you've been craving something more. You've been yearning for a connection that goes beyond the surface. And I think we all have."
Harry's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Ron. "You're crossing a line, Ron. This isn't some game."
Ron's smirk returned, his tone teasing. "Isn't it, though? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like we're all playing a game, whether we realize it or not. And I think it's time we started playing by my rules."
Hermione's breath hitched as she glanced between Harry and Ron, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know what to say, what to think. Her mind was a jumble of emotions, her body still tingling from the lingering sensations of her encounter with Harry.
"What do you want, Ron?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ron's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and desire. "What do I want? I want to see how far we can take this. I want to explore the boundaries of what's possible. And I want you, Hermione. Both of you. Together."
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice laced with fury. "You've lost your bloody mind, Ron."
But Hermione's heart raced as she considered his words. There was a part of her that was intrigued, a part of her that wanted to indulge in the forbidden, to explore the depths of her desires.
"What… what are you suggesting?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Ron's gaze locked with hers, his expression serious now. "I'm suggesting we stop hiding from each other. I'm suggesting we embrace what we're all feeling. And I'm suggesting we do it together."
Harry stared at Ron, his jaw tight as he processed his words. "You're serious, aren't you?"
Ron nodded, his smirk returning. "Deadly serious. So what do you say, Harry? Hermione? Are you ready to take this to the next level?"
Hermione's heart pounded as she glanced between the two men, her mind racing. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, her body tingling with anticipation.
"I…" she started, her voice barely above a whisper.
"She's not going to answer," Harry snapped, his voice harsh. "Because this is insane, Ron. And I'm not about to let you manipulate her into something she doesn't want."
"Or maybe," Ron countered, his tone calm and measured, "she's been waiting for someone to give her permission to explore her desires. To embrace the part of herself that's been hidden for so long."
Hermione's breath hitched as she looked into Ron's eyes, her heart racing. There was something in his gaze, something raw and unfiltered, that called to her on a primal level.
"Harry…" she murmured, her voice trembling. "What if… what if he's right? What if this is what we've all been waiting for?"
Harry stared at her, his expression a mix of disbelief and concern. "Hermione, you don't have to do this. You don't have to let him manipulate you."
But Hermione's mind was made up. She felt a surge of courage, a determination to embrace the unknown. "I want to, Harry," she whispered, her voice filled with resolve. "I want to see where this leads. I want to explore this… this desire that's been burning inside me."
Ron's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's the spirit, Hermione. Now… shall we begin?"
Harry's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Ron. "If this is what she wants… then fine. But if you hurt her, Ron, I swear to Merlin—"
"Relax, Harry," Ron interrupted, his tone teasing. "I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm here to give us all what we've been craving."
Hermione's heart raced as she looked between the two men, her body trembling with anticipation. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew one thing for certain: nothing was ever going to be the same again.
And as Ron stepped closer, his eyes locked with hers, Hermione felt a surge of excitement. She was ready to embrace the unknown, to explore the depths of her desires.
"Let's begin," she whispered, her voice filled with determination.
Ron's smirk widened as he reached out to touch her. "With pleasure."
And as his fingers brushed against her skin, Hermione felt a shiver of anticipation. She knew this was just the beginning, and she was ready to take the next step.
"Harry," she murmured, her voice trembling with excitement. "Are you ready?"
Harry's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Ron. "If this is what you want, Hermione… then I'm in."
Ron's smirk widened as he glanced between the two of them. "Well then… let the games begin."
Ron's eyes gleamed with a wicked satisfaction as he stepped closer to Harry and Hermione, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. The firelight danced across his freckled skin, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the tension in the air. He didn't say a word—he didn't need to. The way he moved, slow and deliberate, spoke volumes.
He reached out first, his fingers threading through Harry's messy black hair, tugging just hard enough to make the younger man's breath hitch. "You've always been the obedient one, haven't you?" Ron murmured, his voice low and teasing. Harry's green eyes flickered, a mix of defiance and something else—something darker.
"Don't push me, Ron," Harry warned, but there was no real threat in his voice. It was almost as if he wanted Ron to push him, to see how far he could go.
Ron chuckled, low and husky, before turning his attention to Hermione. She stood there, her chest rising and falling quickly, her brown eyes wide with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. He cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "And you… always so in control. What would it take to make you let go, Hermione?"
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, Ron leaned in, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was possessive, demanding, and Hermione couldn't help but respond. Her hands gripped the front of his shirt, clinging to him as if she might float away if she let go.
Harry watched, his jaw tightening as a surge of jealousy twisted in his gut. But before he could say anything, Ron broke the kiss and turned to him, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Your turn," he said, pulling Harry closer.
The kiss between Ron and Harry was rough, almost bruising, yet there was an undeniable current of electricity between them. Harry's hands found Ron's shoulders, his fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as he kissed back with equal fervor.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she watched them, her heart racing. She had never imagined this—never allowed herself to. But now, seeing them together, she couldn't deny the heat pooling in her core.
Ron pulled away from Harry, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at Hermione. "Strip," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head and letting it fall to the floor. Her bra came next, followed by her skirt and underwear, until she stood before them completely bare. Her skin prickled under their gaze, but she held her head high, refusing to let her vulnerability show.
Harry's eyes raked over her, his breathing shallow as he took in every curve and every inch of her. Ron, however, was more clinical in his appraisal, his gaze lingering on the flush of her cheeks and the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.
"Now you," Ron said, his eyes flicking to Harry.
Without hesitation, Harry began to undress, his movements quick and efficient. Soon, he stood beside Hermione, his lean frame tense with anticipation.
Ron's smirk returned as he stepped closer to them, his hands trailing down Harry's chest and then Hermione's hip. "Good," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Now… kneel."
The command sent a shiver down Hermione's spine, but she obeyed, lowering herself to the floor with Harry beside her. Ron stood over them, his presence overwhelming as he looked down at them with a mixture of dominance and desire.
He unbuttoned his trousers, freeing himself, and Harry's eyes widened slightly at the sight. Hermione's breath hitched, her mouth going dry as she stared up at him.
"Open," Ron ordered, his voice firm but not unkind.
Hermione hesitated for only a moment before parting her lips, her heart pounding in her chest. Ron's hand tangled in her hair as he guided her forward, and she closed her eyes, letting herself be consumed by the sensation.
Harry watched, his hands gripping his thighs as he fought the urge to touch himself. Ron's gaze flicked to him, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Your turn," he said, pulling Hermione away and guiding Harry forward.
Harry's breath came in short gasps as he took Ron into his mouth, his hands resting on the redhead's hips for balance. The taste was foreign but not unpleasant, and he found himself wanting to please, wanting to do this right.
Ron's fingers tightened in Harry's hair, his breathing growing uneven as he pushed deeper, his hips moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "That's it," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Just like that."
Hermione watched, her hands trembling as she reached for Harry, her fingers brushing against his back. She wanted to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. But before she could, Ron's hand caught hers, pulling her closer.
"Not yet," he whispered, his eyes dark with promises. "There's more to come."
He released Harry with a groan, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Both Harry and Hermione knelt before him, their eyes wide with anticipation, their bodies trembling with need.
"Now," Ron said, his voice commanding, "let's see how far we can go."
He reached for Hermione first, pulling her to her feet and guiding her to the bed. She stumbled slightly, her legs weak with desire, but Ron's hands steadied her. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself between her legs.
Harry hesitated, his eyes flicking between Ron and Hermione, unsure of his place. But Ron glanced over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. "Come here," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Harry moved to the head of the bed, his hands trembling as he reached for Hermione. His fingers brushed against her cheek, and she turned her face toward him, her lips parting in a silent invitation. He didn't need to be told twice.
As Harry kissed Hermione, Ron positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed inside. Hermione's breath hitched, her nails digging into Harry's shoulders as she adjusted to the sensation. Ron's movements were slow at first, almost torturous, as he drew out every moan and whimper from her lips.
Harry broke the kiss, his green eyes dark with desire as he watched Ron and Hermione. "Let me…" he started, but Ron shook his head.
"Not yet," Ron said, his voice firm. "Watch. Learn."
Harry's jaw tightened, but he obeyed, his eyes never leaving the sight before him. Ron's thrusts grew harder, faster, and Hermione's moans filled the room. Her hands gripped the sheets, her body arching as pleasure coursed through her.
Ron's eyes met Harry's, and for a moment, there was a silent understanding between them. Then, without breaking their connection, Ron reached for Harry, pulling him closer.
"Your turn," Ron said, his voice low and husky.
Harry's breath caught in his throat as Ron guided him toward Hermione, positioning him at her entrance. "Go on," Ron urged, his hand resting on Harry's back. "Take her."
Harry hesitated for only a moment before pushing inside, the sensation overwhelming as he joined Ron in pleasuring Hermione. Her cries of pleasure echoed in the room, her hands gripping both men as they moved in unison, their bodies crashing together in a rhythm that was as primal as it was intimate.
Ron's breath came in short gasps as he watched Harry, his own movements growing more erratic. "That's it," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just like that."
Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as the pleasure built to a crescendo. Her nails dug into Harry's back, her cries growing louder as she teetered on the edge.
Ron leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Let go," he whispered, his voice a command and a promise.
And she did. Her body convulsed as the wave of pleasure crashed over her, her cries echoing in the room. Harry's movements grew frantic, his own release close, and Ron's hand tightened on his hip, urging him on.
"Come for her," Ron growled, his voice thick with desire.
Harry's breath hitched, his body tensing as he followed Hermione over the edge. Ron watched, his own release building as he felt the heat of their connection.
And then, with a groan, he joined them, his body shuddering as the pleasure consumed him. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and uneven, as they lay together, their bodies intertwined.
Ron's smirk returned as he looked at Harry and Hermione, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Good," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "But we're not done yet. Not by a long shot."
Ron's hand slid down Harry's back, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Harry's ear. "You've been such a good boy," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "But I think it's time we take this a step further, don't you?"
Harry shivered, his body already reacting to Ron's words. He could feel the heat pooling in his groin, the ache of desire growing with every passing second. He glanced over at Hermione, who was watching them with a mixture of curiosity and arousal, her lips parted slightly as she bit her bottom lip.
"What… what do you mean?" Harry asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ron chuckled, his fingers tightening on Harry's hips as he pressed his body against him. "Oh, you know exactly what I mean," he said, his voice dripping with mischief. "I'm going to fuck you, Harry. And Hermione's going to watch. Isn't that right, love?"
Hermione's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't hesitate. "Yes," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I want to see you two together. I want to see how much you can take, Harry."
Harry's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never done anything like this before, but the thought of Ron taking him, of being completely at his mercy, sent a jolt of excitement through him. He nodded, his voice barely audible. "Yes… I want it."
Ron's smirk widened, and he reached down to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving Harry's. "Good boy," he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, let's see how much you can handle."
Hermione moved closer, her fingers trailing lightly over Harry's shoulder as she watched Ron strip down. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down Harry's spine. "You're going to love this," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "Just relax and let Ron take care of you."
Harry nodded, his body trembling with anticipation as Ron stepped behind him. He could feel the heat of Ron's body against his, the hard length of his cock pressing against his ass. Ron's hands gripped his hips, and Harry gasped as he felt the head of Ron's cock teasing his entrance.
"Ready?" Ron asked, his voice husky with desire.
Harry nodded again, his hands gripping the edge of the table for support. "Yes," he breathed, his voice trembling with need.
Ron didn't hesitate. He pushed forward, his cock sinking into Harry with a slow, deliberate thrust. Harry's breath came in short, ragged gasps as he felt the stretch, the fullness of Ron inside him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent his senses into overdrive.
"Fuck," Harry moaned, his head dropping forward as Ron began to move, his hips slamming against Harry's with increasing force. The room was filled with the sound of their moans, the wet slap of skin against skin as Ron fucked him hard and deep.
Hermione watched, her eyes wide with arousal as she reached up to cup her breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the ache of desire growing with every thrust of Ron's hips.
"You're doing so well, Harry," she murmured, her voice soft and encouraging. "Take it all. Let Ron make you feel good."
Harry groaned, his body shaking with pleasure as Ron's cock hit that spot inside him, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through him. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body taut with tension as Ron continued to pound into him.
Ron's hands tightened on Harry's hips, his fingers digging into his skin as he fucked him harder, faster. "That's it," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take it, Harry. Take every fucking inch of me."
Harry's moans grew louder, his body trembling as he felt the pleasure building, hotter and more intense with every thrust. He could feel himself spiraling out of control, his body on the verge of exploding as Ron drove him closer and closer to the edge.
"I'm… I'm going to…" Harry gasped, his voice breaking as he felt the first waves of his orgasm crashing over him.
"Come for me, Harry," Ron growled, his hips slamming into Harry's with unrelenting force. "Come for me, you filthy little slut."
Harry's body convulsed as he came, his cock pulsing with release as he spilled onto the floor beneath him. Ron groaned, his own orgasm crashing over him as he thrust into Harry one last time, his cock pumping deep inside him as he filled him with his seed.
The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex. Hermione watched, her chest heaving as she reached down to hike up her dress, her fingers trailing over the wetness between her legs.
"That was…" she began, her voice trembling with desire. "That was incredible."
Ron smirked, his hands still gripping Harry's hips as he pulled out slowly, his cock slick with their combined fluids. "Oh, we're not done yet," he said, his voice low and husky. "But first, I think it's your turn, Hermione."
Hermione's eyes widened slightly, but there was no hesitation in her voice. "Yes," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I want you to watch, Ron. I want you to see how Harry makes me feel."
Ron chuckled, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he stepped back, his gaze fixed on Hermione as she moved closer to Harry. Her fingers trailed lightly over his shoulder, her touch electric as she leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear.
"You're going to make me feel so good, Harry," she whispered, her voice soft and seductive. "Aren't you?"
Harry nodded, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Yes," he breathed, his voice trembling with need.
Hermione smiled, her fingers trailing down his chest as she guided him to his knees. "Good boy," she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, let's see how good that mouth of yours really is."
Harry's heart pounded in his chest as Hermione lifted her dress, exposing the wetness between her legs. He could see the glistening folds of her pussy, the scent of her arousal filling his senses as he leaned in closer.
"Go on," Hermione whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair as she guided him forward. "Taste me, Harry. Show me how much you want me."
Harry didn't hesitate. He pressed his lips against her folds, his tongue darting out to taste her. The moment his tongue made contact, Hermione let out a soft moan, her hips bucking slightly as she pressed herself closer to his face.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Just like that. Oh, Harry, you're so good at this."
Harry's tongue worked its way up and down her folds, teasing her clit with every flick as he savored the taste of her. He could feel her trembling above him, her moans growing louder as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth.
"God, Harry," Hermione gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair as she guided him closer. "Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop."
Harry's tongue moved faster, his lips closing around her clit as he sucked on it gently, his fingers digging into her thighs for support. He could feel her trembling, her body shaking with pleasure as she got closer and closer to the edge.
Ron watched, his eyes dark with arousal as he reached down to stroke himself, his cock already hard again as he watched Harry pleasure Hermione with his mouth. "Fuck, that's hot," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Go on, Hermione. Let him make you come."
Hermione's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she felt the pleasure building, hotter and more intense with every flick of Harry's tongue. "Oh, Harry," she gasped, her voice breaking as she felt the first waves of her orgasm crashing over her. "I'm… I'm coming!"
Her body convulsed as she came, her pussy pulsing with release as she pressed herself against Harry's face, letting him taste every drop of her pleasure. Harry moaned against her, his tongue continuing to work her through her orgasm as he savored the taste of her.
The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex as Hermione slowly came down from her high, her body trembling with aftershocks. She looked down at Harry, her eyes dark with desire as she gently pulled him away, her fingers trailing lightly over his lips.
"You're so good at that," she whispered, her voice soft and seductive. "But we're not done yet, are we?"
Like Ron said, we're not even close to being done! My first time writing MLM too, so let me know how I did, and if you have any recommendations for the future. Other than that, thank you so much, my dear readers - and I can't wait to see you guys again soon (I might have a chapter update again for tomorrow too!). Signing off, AzulaInferno~