HARRY POTTER AND THE STONE OF DUMBLEDORE’S MANOR

CHAPTER TEN

Three of a Kind

Hermione stirred. She had opened her eyes and lifted her head. Her brain still foggy, she sat up and looked around. Ron was a sleep on the floor and Harry to her left in the bed. She smiled at the site of Ron. Harry, however, had his hand around her waist. She gently moved her arms and pushed it off her. He grunted, then fell into his normal breathing. Ron stirred, sat up quickly and looked at her.

“Hi.” He said lowly to her. She smiled at him and gave him a “Hi” also. “Are you feeling alright?” He asked her, getting on his knees and flattening his hair.

“Yes. You?” She asked, inching closer to the edge of the bed and to Ron.

“I’m fine. You shouldn’t have ran off like that. Its not safe.” Ron told her. But his face turned a little as he smirked.

“Why? Because I followed Harry?” She whispered fiercely. Ron stopped smirking.

“Can I talk to you somewhere else?” Ron asked, looking at Harry, who had turned his face to the wall, away from them. Ron stood, grabbed Hermione by the arm and lead her out of the bedroom. They made their way to the secluded backyard.

“Do you really love him, Hermione?” Ron asked, as she sat down on a swing chair. She looked away, then at Ron.

“No. I don’t.” She said, her eyes fixed on him as she swung. He smiled slightly.
“Then why did you want to be with him?” Ron asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

Hermione stopped staring at him. “I didn’t. But, Ron, I did do something that I regret.” She said, looking over at the meadow beyond the house.

Ron looked worried. He didn’t know what to say, so he just asked, “What?”

“We…we….we sort of….slept together.” She blurted out. She looked at Ron, who turned red.

“That son of a bitch!” Ron said, getting up from his seat beside her. She hurriedly got up and ran in front of him. Pushing on his broad chest, she yelled for him to stop.

“Ron! It was my choice to. It was a mistake, now will you please sit DOWN!” She yelled, letting go of his shirt. He sat down again, but tears slowly welled in his eyes.

“How could you? Do you know how much I love you?” He said, his tears coming now. She looked horrorstruck.

“Ron, I am in love with you, not him. It was a mistake.” She said, grasping his arm. He turned to her and looked her square in her brown eyes.

“Can he do this?” Ron asked. He cupped his hand and pulled her chin down. His face even with hers, he kissed her deeply. The taste of her lips stung his body as she opened her mouth to allow entrance further in. The kiss deepened, and Ron put his left free hand on her leg. Squeezing her knee, he rained kisses to her ears. Placing her right earlobe in his mouth, he sucked on it. She closed her eyes, and seemed to drift from his touch. He softly whispered incoherently into her ear. She giggled. As his hand traveled from her knee, further up, she began to pull away from him.
“No. I can’t do this again. I’m sorry.” She said, pushing him away with her arms. He looked unhappy that she had stopped him.

“What’s a matter, Hermione?” Ron said, irritated.

“I made a mistake with Harry, Ron. What if it happens with you?” She said looking at him with concern.

“You mean if we slept together? Hermione, we were just making out. No sex involved.” He said, gathering her hand in his.

“That’s what Harry thought.” She said.

“It…Won’t….Happen….to….us…” Ron said, punctuating each word with a soft, sensuous kiss to her neck and lips. Hermione could not fight it and she knew it.

She grabbed Ron behind his neck and drew him nearer to her. Reaching with her tongue, she parted his lips and slowly drew him into her mouth. Letting him taste her, she stroked his chest and he leaned her down onto the swing. He went for her buttons, when they heard a noise. They got back into position and Ron was now a few feet from Hermione. The back door opened, and there was Harry, stepping out and putting on glasses.

“Hey, I was wondering where you two nodded off to. Hermione, you alright?” Harry asked. She nodded. Ron smiled at him, and Harry just looked at him. “So, what were you two doing out here?” He asked, clearly suspicious.

“Talking. We didn’t want to wake you, mate.” Ron said, his voice even and undoubting.

“Uh, huh. So, you ready to go back inside then?” Harry asked, heading in the door. Hermione followed by Ron walked in, Ron grabbing Hermione by the butt as she passed him.

“Where are we anyway?” Hermione asked. Harry had laid out the entire story, from the cottage to here in a few minutes.

“So where are they now?” Hermione said, looking around the empty living room.

“They went to see Tonks. You know she’s been trying to get her Patronum on track. Anyway, we have the whole house to ourselves.” Harry smiled, looking at the other two. Ron ran his finger down the side of Hermione’s pants as she sat on the couch. His touch made her tingle.

“What shall we do then?” Hermione asked, trying to block Ron from her mind.

Ron could not control himself anymore. He bent over her and gave her a kiss that deepened with excitement. The look on Harrys face gave Ron a reason to touch Hermione’s leg higher than her knee. Hermione again grabbed Ron by the neck and deepened his kiss with her mouth. Surprisingly, she stopped her kissing, got up, grabbed both Ron and Harry’s hand, and led them to the bedroom, closing the door as they all entered.

Hermione turned and kissed Harry, then Ron, She starts to undress Ron. Her hands trembling with anticipation as her passion takes over. Slipping Ron out of his clothes, she turns to Harry and undresses him as well. Pulling them to the bed, they sit on either side of her. Harry and Ron looked at each other for a moment before they get up their nerve and slowly undress Hermione. Her white bra and panties showing, she bends and grabs Ron’s erect cock. She puts it in her mouth as she takes her other hand and rubs Harry throbbing member. Sucking on Ron, her head bobbing up and down, Harry asked her to get on her knees. She does as Ron moaned with pleasure, his load about to shoot; pulling off of Ron’s throbbing cock she locked her fingers just under the head, squeezing it, so she could prolong his pleasure. Harry took his cock in his hands pumping it a few times until the transparent bead formed on the head. Using his thumb he smeared it around making sure he was good and slick. Collecting more of his seed he took is finger and worked the wetness into Hermione’s waiting hole. She moaned arching her back offering herself to him. Lowering her head she stuck out her tongue licking Ron’s twitching rod up and down. Harry took hold on his meat with his left hand; placing his right on Hermione’s hip. Guiding her to him he pushed into her tight hole to the hilt. With a gasp, he held her there for a moment, allowing her to adjust before he pulled out and rammed it back in. She rocked back and forth from the thrusting, pounding of his cock jabbing her deep in her ass. Harry had grabbed her waist with both hands now and was enjoying the moaning that was issuing from Hermione. Ron let out a deep moan as he exploded onto Hermione’s face. She licked it up as he stood for her to take him in her mouth deeper.
After Harry had shot his load into her with his own deep moan, Ron picked her up and laid her on the bed. The back of her knees on his shoulders, he entered her with a quickening pace. Harry had released her tits from their cloth prison and was sucking on them, making a circle with his fingers around the breasts. Ron rocked her on the bed, He thrusted harder and faster as she screamed out in joy, the slapping sound loud and clear. Harry went from her breast to her sweet wetness, his tongue caressing her softly. She moaned as they worked her harder, to the point where she might faint. Ron stopped his pumping and laid on top of her, kissing her lips as she ravaged his hair with her fingers. Pulling out, Harry got on top of Hermione, as Ron rolled beside her, kissing her still.
Harry placed his cock where Ron’s had been. He wasted no time making the bed grumble with the pumping. She yelled out in pleasure as Harry pulled out and spread his hot juice all over her belly. He had rolled beside her. She reached up and kissed his lips. But she immediately reached for Ron’s lips, which she kissed so deep, Harry could hear the suction. She laid in Ron’s arms, Ron stroking her naked back as his other hand rested on her butt.

Harry had turned over and sat up along the edge of the bed. Dressing quickly, he turned to look at the two of them, locked in a kiss on the bed, and opened the door, vanishing through the doorway, the door closing as he began down the hall to the bathroom. He opened the bathroom door and went inside, locking the bathroom door behind him. Harry stared at the reflection in the mirror, his hands on either side of the sink. Your losing her, you idiot! You’re going to let Ron have her? He’s in there right now, kissing the lips you so long to taste again. The thoughts crowded his head as he became angrier. He had sex with her twice, and his best friend had enjoyed his prize! His lover! Harry knocked off the glass soap dish onto the floor in anger. A knock on the door made him jump.

“Harry? Is everything alright in there?” Hermione called. He wretched the door open after unlocking it. Hermione stood there in a robe that she conjured, as it had her monogram on it. He looked at her and nodded.

“Fine, are you alright?” He asked her. She laughed as she messed up his hair.


“You didn’t hurt me, Harry. I don’t want you to think you did. I hope you aren’t upset at what just happened!” She said, as her face grew taunt and pale a little.

He looked at her, but said nothing. She wound the robe tighter around herself.

“Oh, no Hermione! It’s not that. You’re beautiful, more than that.” He said, grabbing her waist and looking into her eyes. “Can’t I…..Can’t I change your mind about us?” He asked, his hands not leaving her waist. She broke free and stood there looking at him.

“Harry….Don’t read too much into what just happened. I don’t want you to think….” She started.

“You did it because Ron was there, didn’t you?” He said, his eyes flashing red as he grabbed her arm roughly. He did not know what was going on; just that he could not contain his anger toward her anymore.

“Harry! Let me go!” She said. Harry took his free hand and slapped her across the face. The pain etched as she started to cry. Ron had come out from the room, fully dressed to the scene of Hermione and Harry. Hermione hunched, holding her face, and Harry ready to launch another slap. Ron ran down the hall and launched a mighty fist to Harry. Harry grunted in pain as knuckles hit flesh. Ron grabbed Hermione and pulled her behind him.

“Why are you hitting her?” He asked. Without waiting for an answer, Ron punched Harry again, blood pouring from his nose and mouth. Harry looked dazed, like he did not know what had happened. To Ron and Hermione’s surprise, Harry looked stunned.

“What happened?” He said, feeling his nose. Hermione coward behind Ron and Ron looked at him with suspicion.

“You were beating on Hermione. Care to try it on me, you stupid git?” Ron asked, inches from Harry’s face. But Hermione launched herself in between them two and pushed them apart.

“No. You mustn’t do this. I’m fine. Please. Can’t we just forget this?” Hermione pleaded her face still red from being smacked.

“No, Hermione. I want to know what this gits damage is. No one touches you. No one!” Ron said, pulling Hermione from the middle of them.

“Ron! Stop it! Go back into the room. I’ll be there in a minute.” She said. He hesitated, gave one last nasty look at Harry, then kissed her on the cheek that was red and went into the room.

“Hermione, what is going on? I don’t understand.” Harry said. Hermione looked at him, and with a quick motion, had slapped him as he had her. Harry, stunned, watched her turn on her heels and walk into the room that Ron was in. Harry knew she was right. The more he fell for her, the more violent he became. What was happening to him? Was his desire for her that strong? He did not want Ron with them at all. Ron. That was it! Ron was the problem. He had to find a way for Hermione to come crawling to him….

In the bedroom, Ron paced up and down for those few moments Hermione was gone. How dare he hit her! He thought. He thought of disobeying Hermione and beating the shit out of him, but he didn’t want to hurt her anymore than Harry had. The door creaked open and Hermione entered. She crossed the room and sat on the bed. Ron sat beside her. With the flick of his wand, a water basin and washcloth had appeared. Ron dipped the cloth in the soothing water and rubbed Hermione’s red and puffy face with it.

“I’m sorry he hit you like that.” Ron said gently, cupping her chin to reach the other side of her face with the cloth. She winced.

“It’s fine.” She said, turning away from him. He turned her head so she could look at him.

“No, it isn’t. He hit you, Hermione. And you and I know why he did it. And don’t say what we did was a mistake, because we all took things a little too far.” Ron said. She didn’t react. Instead, he got up and paced to the window, then turned to her once more.

“Come here.” He said his finger curved upward. She got off the bed and joined him. “I want you to remember something. I love you and you love me. I’d never do anything to hurt you and you know that.” She nodded. He reached down and pulled her into a tight, wet kiss. His hands drifted to her robe, where he untied the straps, revealing her nakedness. He reached up and, as they swayed with the kiss, he dropped her robe off her shoulders. Without looking, she undid Ron’s belt and threw it to the floor beside her robe. Ron took his own shirt off, breaking the kiss long enough to get it over his head.
His maroon boxers were next to go. Ron picked her up off her feet and whipped her around pressing her on the wall behind them, her legs tightly wound around his waist. With a more than ready gesture, he entered her beautifulness once more. All the cares and the worries they had melted with the sexual tension that was being released. Slowly Ron slid her up and down the wall taking care to support her weight with the muscles in his arms. Hermione dug her short nails into his back letting out a cry of joy every time he filled her completely. Throwing her head onto his shoulder partly hitting his face with her long full hair she gentle bite the taunt skin of his shoulder blade as she came one last time. Ron lost his control feeling Hermione’s teeth rake across his tender skin. Pulling her down on to himself, he drove deep as he too spilled his seed deep within her. Both drenched in sweat and out of breath, they collapsed to the bed, knowing that they had each other, and that’s all they would need….

Harry turned his ear away from the door. Ron had had her twice, but he would see to it that it was the last he would get, as he marched away from the door, and from the relationship of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger.