Fairytale Love

Chapter One: The Golden Sextet

Hermione wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but she knew when it began. After the battle in the Department of Mysteries, Neville, Ginny, and Luna had become as dear to her as Harry and Ron. The “Golden Trio” had become the “Golden Sextet”, not that many people where aware of it. They spent all the next summer at Grimmauld Place – after Harry’s initial imprisonment at the Dursleys’ – and helped the raven-haired teen grieve the death of his godfather. They grew closer than natural, and for awhile, it seemed like Hermione – an only child – suddenly had five siblings that loved her unconditionally.

She had never been happier; the start of their sixth – Ginny and Luna’s fifth – year of Hogwarts looked so bright, Hermione didn’t see how anything could possibly get better. And then…Ginny had come up with her brilliant plan.

*FLASHBACK*

Hermione’s heart was slamming against her ribs as she climbed up the stairs. Ginny had told her to meet her in the Room of Requirement; she had seemed so serious, Hermione was sure something was wrong. She was halfway to her destination when she ran across Neville, who was obviously lost.

“Nevs? You all right?” she asked; she couldn’t help but chuckle when he jumped nearly three feet in the air.

“I…I’m kind of lost, ‘Mione…I’m looking for the Room…and…”

She smiled. “You’re a few floors off, Nevs, but its okay, I’m headed there too.” Neville smiled softly, and Hermione let herself see how cute the Gryffindor was becoming. He wasn’t in the same caliber as Harry or Ron – both Quidditch players were toned and muscle-hardened – but Neville had lost most of his baby fat and had grown into most of his features. “Do you think something’s wrong, Neville? Ginny seemed so...intense, you know?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, and they began walking again. “I’m worried.”

“Me too.” She allowed her fears to resurface, until she felt Neville’s hand in her own. Looking down, she saw their fingers entwined, and she had to smile. Neville always knew when she needed a hand to hold.

They stalked up to the seventh floor and did three turns passed the appropriate wall. The door appeared, and Hermione squeezed Neville’s hand extra hard before opening it. Harry and Ron were already seated in the midst of a roomful of cushy-looking pillows. Ginny was there too, an evil smile painted on her face. “Come on in…we’re just waiting on Luna.”

As if on cue, the blonde Ravenclaw skipped through the door; she looked at ease as per usual, and Hermione envied her for it. She settled next to Ron like a graceful bird, and Hermione and Neville followed her lead. When they were all seated, Ginny fidgeted for a moment and then laughed allowed. “You all look like someone die— Her face froze, and she glanced at Harry. “Gods, Har, I’m sorry.”

Hermione, who had been the one he had reached for, rubbed soothing circles on his hand. “It’ll be all right, Gin…just say whatever you wanted to say,” she murmured and scooted closer to the dark haired Gryffindor. He wrapped himself around her like a coat, but she noticed he didn’t let loose a single tear. She cooed into his ear and waited for Ginny to continue.

“Well…” the redhead said after a moment, “I called you all here ‘cause I had an idea…a really, really bloody brilliant idea, if I do say so myself.” She smiled rather smugly and sat up a little straighter; whatever she had thought up, she was obviously proud.

“So what’s this idea, Gin? Or do you just want to brag about how great it is?” Ron asked, though there was no real malice in his voice. They had become best friends over the passed months – while Hermione grew increasingly close to the boy in her arms – and sibling rivalry and anger barely touched them anymore.

Ginny giggled. “Well…now, think about this with an open mind, okay?” She waited until they all nodded in agreement. “I think…we should all become lovers...well, not me and Ron, obviously…but…” She blushed now. “Look…we’re teenagers, right? And we all have urges and needs, and as far as I know, none of our needs are being met. None of us are in a relationship, and there aren’t many, if any, prospects in the near future.”

“Wow…thanks for that depressing view of our lives, Gin.” Ron said in a dramatically dismal voice. They all giggled – even Harry, who had calmed but hadn’t moved – and Ginny rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean, Ronald…we’re all so close as it is…would it be so weird to have sex every now and again? We could make rules and such so that no one gets hurt, and we could enjoy it for as long as it lasts. It doesn’t have to be more than it is, if that’s what you all want, but…” She shrugged and waited.

Hermione didn’t know what to say; a part of her was screaming at how ridiculous the whole scheme seemed. But…another part of her, a quiet part, told her to think about it, really think about it. Sleeping with Ron or Neville…Harry…she could feel the blush spreading across her face.

When no one said anything, Ginny’s face – flush with excitement – fell, and Hermione could visibly see her giving up. “I think it’s a good idea, Gin,” Harry finally said, “a really good idea.”

Thus, Sunday nights began.

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Lips plundered Hermione’s harshly, teeth nipped and nibbled on her now-swollen bottom lip. She moaned as she was pressed even more firmly against his stone-hard chest and gripped with vice-like arms. Ron was always like this, rough; he didn’t know how to be soft…pliant, but after a week like Hermione had, Ronald was exactly what she needed.

His hands began tugging at her blouse buttons, and she grabbed at him. “R-Ron…Ron…l-let me do it. I-I’m not so good at m-mending clothes, and I’m down three school shirts.”

Ron chuckled gruffly. “Hermione Jane Granger admitting to a less than perfect performance…it’s kind of sexy.”

Rolling her eyes, Hermione flipped them over so that she straddled his thighs. Her skirt was bunched around her waist like a belt – sans panties – and she unbuttoned her shirt with lightening quick speed. “Bra or no bra?” she asked as she wriggled against his groin.

“Leave it…unbutton my pants.” He smiled wolfishly, and she worked the button and zipper as quickly as she could without hurting him. Muttering the contraceptive spell, Hermione sank down onto his member, moaning as he filled her.

She began to ride him, moving her hips in a steady motion. Ron groaned; his eyes were screwed shut with pleasure. She tipped her head back enough that she could see Harry putting it to Luna not five feet away. Watching him pump his hips, she began to imagine what it was like when she was with the Gryffindor Seeker. She rode Ron faster and moaned. “Voy…eur,” Ron groaned, and she looked down at her current bed fellow. He was smiling, and his hips actually picked up in speed.

“Gods…Ron…” she gasped and held on as he fucked her. “Ron…Ron…RON!” Her climax hit, and he groaned as she milked his cock with her inner muscles. After a moment, she slipped to the side and cuddled against his sweat-shined chest. “That…that was good.”

“Mmmm,” the redhead mumbled.

As their other friends finished up – Luna and Harry were only a few feet away; Ginny and Neville were on the far side of them – Hermione allowed herself to feel the guilt that usually came along with sleeping with Ron or Neville. She would never admit out loud – since it went against the carefully constructed rules – that she favored Harry over Ron’s harsh ravagings and Neville’s bumbling, shy encounters. She dreamed about the dark haired Gryffindor at night…fantasized about him when she touched herself. Even today, as she rode Ron’s cock, she’d pictured Harry beneath her, giving her his all.

“You seem serious,” Ron muttered after a minute. “You all right?”

She forced herself to smile and broke yet another rule – she lied. “I’m fine, Ron…great, even.” Hermione cuddled up to his side and stayed quiet. It was almost naptime anyway; no one would begrudge her some quiet, reflection time.

She was breaking all the rules: no lying, no favorites, and no regrets…they were so simple, and yet…she couldn’t help herself. Something had changed in the past few months, something big. She just couldn’t figure out what.


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R and R! This is an idea I’ve been toying with for awhile…let me know what you think.