A Weasley Awakening

A Weasley Awakening...chapter 2

Hermione and Harry sat in kitckitchen the next morning, chatting quietly
at the table over their coffee, not wanting to wake Ron. Harry had gone
along with her plans so far, but he grew impatient. She had told him only
the basic facts, but not how she was to go about getting her results.

He couldn\'t complain though, Hermione had been nothing but honest. Her
mind had always been brilliant, and he couldn\'t help but think if she would
of been sorted into Slytherin, it surely would have ment trouble. Only now
that brilliant mind was hard at work solving his twisted sexual problems.
Hermione had assured him they were NOT twisted, but yet he wondered
about his well being.

Harry had tried futily to shove them down, to bury them de tha than the
grave Voldemort now resided in, but it was all in vain. The beautiful dreams
his mind sent could not possibly be as bad as he felt after he had them. They
flashed behind his eyes at night after he begged sleep to take him away, images
he both loved and loathed. They caused much conflict inside, as they swirled
and bubbled like a hot potion, making his blood boil.

He blamed quidditch. It had given him too many chances to see how Ron\'s
body had changed over the years. From a skinny lanky kid, to a lean rippled
youth, and now Ron was more than turning heads of the London bar flies
around town. At least he had enough respect to take them anywhere but
Grimmuald place to shag. Harry had a sneaking suspicion that was for reasons
other than himself, and she was sitting next to him right now, avoiding his eyes.

\"It was nice...you know.\" Hermione was staring into her coffee cup,
pretending to be worried about a chip on the rim. \"It\'s hard to explain.\"
She blushed feverishly, \"Merlin Harry, you\'re not suppose to ask a girl that!\"

Hermione had come to grips with Harry being gay...er no, half gay...uh,
bisexual? Truth was she didn\'t know, but when your best friend, who happens
to be a man, asks you about blowjob details you tend to take a moment to
adjust mentally.

Harry sipped his coffee non-chalantly, and shrugged. He couldn\'t help
but want to know about what had transpired last night in Ron\'s bedroom.

\"And why not? Who says I can\'t ask whatever I like?\"

Harry wasn\'t worried about manners at the moment, not when he was so
close to dragging the torrid details from Hermione\'s tight lips.

\"Just cause...well I don\'t know, Harry.\" She was clearly flustered by now.
\"I wouldn\'t even know how to begin to describe Ron\'s...\" Her eyes suddenly
got big as she trailed off.

The kitchen door had swung open, and Ron entered wearing a fresh outfit,
and a large smile. He was surprisingly clean shaven, and he practically
danced his way over to the coffee pot. Much different than his normal late
afternoon shuffle.

\"Ew, coffee again?\"

He scrunched his nose in disgust, looking down into the dark liquid. Ron
had been out-voted two to one on whether to have tea or coffee, and had
learned to live with it. Only today he didn\'t feel like settling for anything,
least of all coffee. Hell no, today was going to be different.

Hermione and Harry could only gape open mouthed at each other. It had
been months since Ron had been seen before noon, and now he was actually
using his wand to make himself tea. Ron, in the near past, he been either too
lazy, too drunk, or hungover to try to make even the least of magical attempts.

\"So, Ron.\" Hermione started slowly, not really knowing what to say at the
moment. A second ago she had almost began describing his personal physical attributes, and at this she felt herself get another shade darker. \"You\'re up
early this morning. Something special to do today?\"

Ron turned after taking a sip of his hot tea, and winked in
Hermione\'s direction.

\"Nah,\" he laughed. \"Just some things I need to take car.\" .\"

His eyes said it all. \'Things\' equaled Hermione. Last night had clearly
done something to Ron, but both Harry and Hermione wondered just what.

Harry glared daggers across the table at Hermione.

Hermione shrugged in her own defense when Ron had once again
turned his back.

She had no clue as to why Ron seemed to be so well...clean and sober.
This was certainly an occasion to mark. Ron had been so caught up in
jealously and booze for the last two months it had overtaken his whole
life. Eat, shit, drink, sleep, bum, this had been Ron\'s life. Every bloody day
it seemed.

Hermione could not help but secretly feel a little tinge of school girl
happiness when she caught the sparkle of his now bright eyes as they
gazed at her over his cup of tea. Only when he turned for another piece
of toast, Harry kicked her under the table. Hard, and she bit the inside
of her cheek to keep from yelping.

She gazed at Harry wild eyed and ready for an explanation. Her knee
was throbbing and he was on her last nerve. What in Merlin\'s robe was
his problem now?

Harry mouthed silently but angrily, \' I thought you only...\' Then
to Hermione\'s horror made the international wizarding gesture for
sucking \"wand\".

Hermione couldn\'t help but spit out the sip of coffee she had just taken.
She coughed and sputtered, not quite believing what Harry had just had
the stones to insinuate. This sudden outburst, of course, sent Ron wheeling
back around to face them. Coming to pat Hermione on the back, but giving
them both strange looks.

\"Something I missed I suppose?\"

Ron lifted an eyebrow at Harry, who crossed his arms in a huff.

\"Doubtful.\" Harry\'s voice reeked of sarcasm, and if Ron didn\'t know
what he ment Hermione certainly did.

Hermione cut him a cold stare, worthy of any snarky potion\'s master
they knew, and the temperature in the small drab kitchen seemed to
drop five degrees as their eyes bore into one another\'s.

\"I\'ll see you two this afternoon.\" Ron was speaking carefully as he
inched away. \" I, uh, have some shopping to do.\"

Ron backed up slowly, he had learned long ago not to be caught
between their little spats. They were like two alley cats fighting for
the last scrap of food in the garbage bin. Sometimes Ron wondered
who the bigger bitch was, Harry or Hermione?

It was a clear toss up at times, but then Harry would do something to
redeem himself in the macho department, and Hermione could and
would sometimes sink to new levels of bitch depravity.

Life at Grimmauld place was strange for Ron these days, and he would
of thought it much stranger if he could of heard the conversation going
on behind the closed swinging door of the kitchen as he left for the
downtown London shops.

As soon as the front door banged shut the staring match ended
and the fur began to fly.

\"You little lying hag!\" Harry began as they both stood to
face each other.

\"Don\'t be a fucking prick, Harry Potter.\"

Hermione already knew what was coming. Here it comes, she had
been dreading this. Harry\'s little evil side showing through like ringworn
between your toes. You know it\'s there, but it\'s hard to admit it.
Even to yourself.

\"You lied! I can\'t believe it! I agreed to this stupid plan of yours,
not even knowing what the hell is going on, and then you repay me
with your foul lies.\"

Again, Harry had a tendency for the dramatic. Hermione figured it had
something to do with all the emotions he was forced to suppress with the
Dursley\'s all those years. Then again it may of had something to do with
the fact he was, as her Grandfather would say, \"A little light in the loafers.\"

Either way he should have been an actor.

\"Harry,\" she calmly began speaking, \"I don\'t know what your deal is but
you better explain before I hex you into next week.\"

\"You said you only gave him head, and look at him!\" Harry snorted,
and sat back down heavily. \"Looks like he\'s going out to buy your
engagement ring.\"

\"Ha ha, Harry, very bloody funny.\" Hermione glared at him. \"I told you
what happened, and I wasn\'t lying to you.\"

\"Actually, you didn\'t tell me what happened\", he sniffed. \"You were
too busy blushing and skirting around the issue.\"

This for Hermione was the last straw. Her plan could not possiably
continue if Harry kept acting like this. He was to be part of it all but
his patience was wearing thin, and this could not be. Hermione knew
it was time to move another piece of the puzzle into place, even if she
was taking a huge chance on it.

Even though it was mid-morning and she was sure she looked a fright,
her teeth were not brushed, and her hair was still pulled into a wild bushy
ponytail with loose hairs sticking up all over, she moved next to Harry\'s lean
body and pinned him between the table and the wall.

Hermione moved closer as Harry\'s shocked face looked down on her. He
shifted his weight and leaned back against the kitchen wall, terrified...yet
curious. A trange combination indeed. He could not have moved, even if he
had wanted too. Hermione\'s hands were on his chest and they felt
surprisingly good.

\"I\'ll tell you everything I did if you want me to.\" Hermione was whispering
huskily in his left ear. Harry couldn\'t help but tremble slightly with her brazen
actions, and soft words. \"You know I don\'t lie, Harry.\"

He gulped loudly as her hand stroked slowly back and forth under the
band of his sleep pants.

\"T-tell me then,\" he stammered out. \"Tell me everything, Mione\'.\"

\"Late last night I crept into Ron\'s room,\" Hermione took that moment
to untie Harry\'s flannel robe, exposing his rippled stomach. \"I didn\'t have
much on, and neither did he.\" She giggled softly.

In spite of his feelings for Ron his erection painfully pressed against his
pants. He just couldn\'t help it. Hermione was a beautiful young woman now,
with very talented fingers it seemed. They kept getting closer to his sensitive
flesh as she continued to whisper in his ear, rubbing in sweet circles over his
lower belly.

\"I snuck a look at his cock, Harry.\" Her friend unleashed a moan from
deep inside. \"I know you\'ve seen it before, longed to touch it like I did.
Haven\'t you?\"

\"Yes.\" Harry was barely above a whisper.

As we all know, Hermione, in certain stressful situations, takes it upon
herself to be in charge. Naturally, she is the smartest, and she has always
had this uncanny knack of knowing what to do, and just when to do it. This
situation for her just didn\'t seem to different. Her fondness for control had
seemed to seep into other aspects of her life. Besides, she kind of liked this
new found power over the male flesh. If only she knew how easy it truly
was, huh ladies?

\"Harry,\" she cooed, running her smooth little hand under the waist band
of his tightening pants, and it made him suck in a harsh breath as her
fingers wound their way around his hard shaft.

\"Merlin,\" Harry breathed heavily as she began to stroke him lightly as
she explored his cock.

\"He\'s big, Harry. Just like you are,\" she squeezed him lovingly, \"but I
guess you already knew that. Didn\'t you?\"

Once again a whispered, \"Yes,\" from Harry.

\"Ron likes the way I touch him here,\" she ran a finger across the bottom
of the head of Harry\'s dick and he growled softly. \"You like it too. Don\'t
you, Harry?\"

He could only nod his approval. It had been sometime since someone,
besides himself, had touched his yearning member. Harry too had pined
for someone, but tried to release a little tension with someone else every
once in a while, but only when he couldn\'t have the one he really wanted.

A certain silver haired Slytherin head boy came to mind. Their late night
trysts in the head boy shower rooms would\'ve been legendary, if someone
would have seen them that is. That was a secret that would die with them,
and the crumbling walls of Hogwart\'s.

That was something that he tried to forget, but his cock thought
otherwise. It was throbbing with the memory of Draco Malfoy.

\"Yes, please touch me.\" Harry was lost somewhere between past and
present, drifting in the pleasure of it all, but Hermione\'s words and questions
kept bringing him back. \"Don\'t stop, please.\"

Hermione stopped only long enough to pull his pants completely down,
and they fell in a soft pile around his feet. She had left him exposed,
naked in his own kitchen. His length hovering in mid-air until her hand
came up once more to grasp it, continuing her work with fever. Still
whispering her breathy words and moaning sweetly into his ear.

\"The trio, Harry.\" She let her hand stroke him smoothly. \"You, me,
and Ron.\" She met his stormy brown eyes. \"Us,\" she whispered,
\"All of us...together.\"

\"Is that what you want?\" He whispered as he strained his hips
forward into her pleasures.

\"More than anything, but I need you Harry.\" He groaned loudly as
she gripped him tighter. \"We can all have what we desire.\" Hermione
smiled up at him wickedly. \"You get Ron, Ron gets me, and I get both
of you. Just like I\'ve always wanted.\"

\"Rather selfish, huh, Hermione?\" He was only teasing, and he arched
an eyebrow at her as she slipped to her knees.

\"Not selfish at all. I want only the best and how could I ever choose
between you and Ron.\"

Hermione bit her lip as Harry\'s hard length bobbed inches from her
face. She lifted her gaze to him, looking for permission to change their
friendship into something it had never been before. She had reveiled her
plan to him, put it simply even, but something inside held him back.

Ron, he wanted Ron. Had wanted him for so long, but Ron loved
Hermione. For longer than Harry wanted to remember. Harry felt torn,
if he loved Ron so much then why was he so hard in the middle of the
kitchen with Hermione?

Never had a woman made him yern like Hermione did, he was throbbing
in mid-air, aching for some much needed attention, and in this realization
he found his answers. He knew in that moment as he met her eyes again,
this was the way it had to be. The way he wanted it to be, it made so
much sense to him now. She was right, he understood her message now,
the trio never dies.

Harry nodded down at Hermione, a silent answer that held so much.
This felt right to him now, he understood, and Harry ran gentle hands
down Hermone\'s cheeks and down along her silky shoulders, pulling her
closer to him. Signaling her with his motions to continue.

Hermione opened her mouth to him, pulling her into her warmth. Loving
the way Harry moaned as she took him deeper and deeper into her wet
mouth, urging her to take more with small jerks of his hips.

He was lost in heaven, it had been so long. Draco had been his only
lover at Hogwart\'s, and after graduation he had turned all his attention
to Ron. Only Ron had turned his attention on Hermione and then to the
bottle. Draco had shown him everything he knew about sex. Public enemies,
and secret lovers.

Never had a girl been anywhere near his dick, except the time at sixth
year yule ball when he was dancing with Cho and she rubbed up against
him on purpose. Trying to get a rise out of him, and she did, and he later
found out it won her five galleons from her Quidditch team mates. They
all wanted to know what \"team\" Harry played for, and Cho took the bet.
This sent all gay rumors to a grinding halt. For Harry it had been worth it.

Only now his best friends mouth was taking him higher than he had
ever been. It felt wonderful to be touched again, and he ached for more.
He let himself drop back against the wall, and his knees almost gave way
when she gently took one of his balls into her mouth and moved it around
with her tongue.

\"Oh Gods, Hermione.\" Harry moaned breathlessly, completely caught up
in the wave of passion he was riding.

Hermione licked his long shaft and sucked teasingly on the head, and Harry
thought he would come unglued. Her talents were amazing, it was no wonder
she had been embarrassed to describe her actions. She really went for it.

She increased her pressure and added her petite hand to stroke him
as his he pushed into her mouth with new found gusto. So wet, and warm,
her tongue lapping at his sensitive skin, sucking with pressure around him.

Harry was trying not to come to quickly, but it had been quite a long
time since another had been near him sexually. Then added to the fact
it was Hermione, he found some sick little amuzement about it.

He let his head drop back against the wall and closed his eyes to
everything, letting the dark behind his eyes block out the light. Only
the pleasure he felt mattered, and somewhere inside his heart longed
for Ron to be here with them. To share this moment, to be swept away
with them. Harry felt so greedy to want them both, but this just couldn\'t
be wrong. Not when Hermione stirred so much within him.

She moaned low and sent a shockwave throughout Harry\'s body, making
his skin ripple with goosebumps. She was pulling gently , sucking it out of him, drawing out his impending release, just daring him to hold out any longer.
Harry\'s knees were shaking and he was muttering softly, as he brought
a hand up to grasp her ponytail.

This was her pleasure in all this, not even needing to be touched this time.
For her it was all about conquest, to get the things she had wanted and
never had before. She was determined to make her plan work, and so far
it had been perfect.

Harry had not denied her, this had been one of the most crucial points
of her plan. Without one the trio fell apart, and she was not about to have
that happen. Harry and Ron ment too much to her to lose them to these
London sluts, or the Quidditch groupies that still flocked about them.

Since she had been eleven they had been there, and this was no time to
stop, only time to take it to the next level. They were old enough to
understand now, and it wast tit time for her to make a play of her own.
Hermione even hated to think what it would be like without her two
boys...who now were men.

She brought her other hand up to cup his rounded balls, and when she
slowly moved her fingers back to rub the soft spot behind them, Harry
cried out loudly between his heaving gasps for breath. No one had ever
touched him there, and it felt quite erotic as it sent brand new pleasures
he had never felt before.

\"Yes, Hermione,\" he begged her. \"Merlin\'s robe...don\'t stop.\"

All control was lost for Harry, and he pumped wildly into her wet mouth.
Gasping as he came hard, groaning his approval as she drank his essence.
His muscles jerked uncontrolably as the last surges passed through him
and out his throbbing cock, right into Hermione\'s awaiting mouth.

After all the strength was drained from him, Harry slipped to sit on the
floor. The cool tile feeling wonderful against his burning skin. He brought
his eyes to meet Hermione\'s, she was smiling sheepishly, almost embarrased
that Harry now knew she was not so pure. But judging by his smile she
had nothing to worry about, he had obviously enjoyed himself.

This made her happy in a different way, she had worrieybe ybe she had
pushed too soon, but as Harry slipped an arm around her and brought her
close to lean on his chest Hermione knew all was well. She snuggled into
him as they laid propped against the wall. He was hot and a little clammy,
but she knew she loved him regardless.

Both of them. She loved them both like no other could, or ever would,
if she had her way. Tonight, after the noises from the street die, Ron
will come to understand just how deep her love for him goes, aust ust
how far she will take them both to get it.

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Hello readers...hope you like Chapter 2...Next one will be hot
enough to melt your mother board...if you like that sort of
thing...hehe! I know lots of you are digging the \"Trio\" thing...It\'s
been nagging at me a long time to write a fic like this...Work is super
busy, and chapters are few and far between these days, but maybe
that will change soon...busy DJ time..weddings and such..but I perfer
the bikers!!! Anyway, all sarcasm intended for this fic..it\'s ment to be
PWP with a little comic twist...Please review!!! Only takes a minute...
BTW sorry for spelling mistakes...comp is going in for work this
Thursday...Yeah!!! Thanks again...Shaolin