A Night of Exceptions

AN: First of all- thanks to the five of you who reviewed!! I actually forgot I'd begun posting this story here! I have a fair bit pre-written too! But I had moved away from home and thought I would have access to a computer, but apparently not! So anyway that didnt' last and I'm back at home and can rejoin the world of fanfiction!!


Part Two:

She had lain awake half the night, thinking about the previous nights occurrences. What had she been thinking? It was probably one of the most stupid things she'd ever done, considering there was really no plausible reason for doing so. Who in their right mind kisses and goes further with her two best friends? Although it would have been worse if she had of... but thankfully she had ended things before they became really complicated.

But what about what she had made them do? It wasn't like Harry or Ron to ever be that affectionate, especially with each other! She had only ever hugged each of them a couple of times before, and now... now she had done more things with them than ever before. She hadn't told them of her limited experience of course.

Although when Hermione really thought about it, she supposed she was happy that she was with two people that she trusted more than anyone in the world. She only hoped that her selfishness hadn't caused any snags to form in Harry and Ron's relationship, because there weren't many boys out there who kissed each other and... did what they did and still felt normal around each other.

Hermione got up and looked at herself in the mirror- she looked pretty much as terrible as she felt. There were bags under her eyes and her skin was just a little too pale. Her stomach was a little queasy, and a slight pounding had developed in her head. That was probably due to the fact that was pretty much the first time she'd ever been even remotely drunk. There was definitely a first for everything, and a last.

But her situation was nothing compared to the one Harry woke up to.

For one, he had no idea why the hell he was feeling so warm and why the hell there was a teddy bear or something in his bed. He'd never been the type to do that, even when he was a kid. But then, Harry thought bitterly, he'd never owned a teddy bear. He opened his eyes, and the sight he saw shocked him so much that he jumped up from his bed, barely managing to land on his feet.

He wasn't the only one asleep in his bed.

Ron felt a sudden movement, and opened his eyes to investigate. At first he thought he was dreaming, but then he realised that never before had he dreamt of Harry, naked, standing in front of him with an utterly bewildered expression on his face.

"Ahh!" Ron sat up, equally as startled as Harry. "What are you doing?" His eyes accidentally straying towards Harry's groin.

Harry's eyes bulged, looking at Ron like he'd gone mental. "What am I doing? Don't you mean what are you doing? This is my bed." He said, then appeared to realise he was naked and unsuccessfully tried to coved himself up with his hands.

"At least take this." Ron couldn't help but laugh, finding the situation oddly amusing, tossing a pillow towards Harry.

Harry raised a brow, accepting the pillow. "Thanks. But what are you looking so happy about?" He asked, and then he finally remembered what had happened. "Oh..." He said in realisation. "I guess it must've been a while since you've come under someone else's touch." He said, smirking lightly.

"Hey!" Ron said, sitting up. "I told you that in confidence, I wasn't expecting you to use it against me!"

Harry frowned. "You did? Well then I guess it's true. Come on, get out of my bed." He said looking at his watch. "I can still get a good couple of hours sleep." He said, stepping to the side as if to get out of Ron's way.

Ron frowned. "Are my clothes any where near here at all can you see?" He said, leaning up and pulling the sheet tighter around his naked body.

"Yeah, hold on." Harry said, bending over. He stood up holding a T-shirt, two pairs of boxer shorts and a pair of jeans. "Oh, I think these are mine." He put the jean back down and pulled on the boxer shorts. "That's better." He threw the other pair to Ron.

Ron got them on, and then got out of bed. He and Harry stood next to each other for an awkward moment, before Ron muttered something and went beyond the curtain to his own bed. Once he was in-between the cold sheets, he began to think. Last night it hadn't seemed like such a bad idea, to do what they did, but now... he searched his thoughts, and decided that he really had nothing to be ashamed about, or embarrassed by- not if Harry didn't. And as soon as they were both awake at a more appropriate hour, he would be sure to talk to Harry about it.

But Harry has plans of his own, getting out of bed and bursting through Ron's curtain to sit on his bed.

"We need to talk about this now, before I think about it too much." He said, pulling a t-shirt on.

Ron sat up. "Yeah alright." He and Harry sat for a moment, just looking at each other.

"Well... um... we did what we did and we can't change that, so there is no use regretting it. I'm not about to forget about it so soon, because well... its not everyday you do what we did. So on that note I just want to say that we're both gits if we let it affect anything." Harry released a nervous breath, glad that he'd said what he wanted to say, able to smile lightly.

Ron relaxed and managed a smile. "I agree." He said, his smile widening. "Its still surreal though- I didn't realise that I drank that much either, maybe Hermione spiked our drinks."

Harry laughed. "I wouldn't put it past her. But I saw you Ron, you were throwing them back pretty eagerly for a while. I'm not surprised you were just a little off your face."

"I wasn't off my face!" Ron protested, not at all feeling awkward anymore.

Harry smirked. "Yes you were. And the look on your face when you saw 'Mione naked- priceless."

"You were like that too! You can't deny that you didn't love it Harry, I've never seen you that into anything before." Ron said to him, grinning madly.

"That's because you've never seen me while I'm... you know." He paused to frown lightly, wondering why he wasn't concerned with what they did. It hadn't really occurred to him that he should be worried, which now that he thought about it he knew he should be, but that didn't change the fact that he didn't have a problem with... with what he and Ron did.

"Don't look like that, we didn't commit a crime you know." Ron said strongly, not wanting Harry to feel at all guilty. He carefully put his hand on Harry's shoulder, hoping that it wouldn't elicit a negative effect. But it appeared that it didn't, for Harry's expression changed.

"I know, but I can't help thinking that I should be feeling wrong about what we did but the truth is," He gulped, "I'd probably do it again." He said with a smile, shaking his head slightly.

Ron smiled back. "I probably would too." He admitted. "But you have to stop worrying yourself, I'm not feeling like I should be feeling bad about it, so neither should you. Please Harry, forget about feeling guilty." He gave his shoulder a squeeze.

Harry laughed. "Okay, thanks Ron. I feel better now. Would it be strange if I hugged you?"

Ron raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so, friends hug all the time." He said, opening up his arms to Harry. He suddenly realised that what had occurred had affected their relationship- it had made it even stronger than before. Prior to last night's activities, they would never dream about hugging each other, but here they were with their arms around each other, and feeling completely at ease.

As they released each other, Ron noticed Harry's eyes widen slightly. "Shit, you should see your neck." He smirked, restraining a laugh.

Ron panicked slightly. "What? What's wrong with it?" He asked, his fingers searching his neck for something foreign.

"That's one awesome hickey I tell you, I must be talented." Harry smirked, his eyes still on it.

"Oh no..." Ron groaned, "How am I going to cover this up? And how could you!"

Harry just had to laugh. "Come on Ron, see the funny side of it. No body has to know that I gave it to you, and the only person who will figure it out is Hermione." He said, holding his sides with laugher.

Ron almost growled out loud. "Don't laugh, it's not funny. Imagine if I'd given you one? You wouldn't be looking so happy then." He said, edging to get out and find a mirror to inspect his neck.

"You wouldn't know how Ron." Harry said, taking deep breaths to re-oxygenate his body.

"Yes I do! What would you know? Oh wait... you would know that I'm a brilliant kisser, have a great body and that I'm very well endowed." He said sarcastically, but nevertheless looking at lease mildly amused.

"Of course I know that, I did see you starkers." He gave Ron a knowing grin.

"Shut up." Ron eventually said, his hand still lingering on his neck. "Is it really that bad?" He asked in a smaller voice.

Harry shrugged. "Not really, if you wear a shirt with a collar you'll probably be alright. Unless you want to chance using a charm to conceal it, but that could be just a little dangerous."

"I know, so I think I'll just try the shirt idea. And if that doesn't work... I'll have to work on the story where I was busy with an anonymous woman." He said, winking at Harry.

"Just remember Ron, you were the feminine one." Harry said, dodging a swipe of Ron's hand.

"At least I'm not gay." He said with slitted eyes, not really intending on being so malevolent. But he knew that Harry would know he was joking.

Harry shrugged. "Better than being a cross-dresser. I don't fancy wearing a dress, or a skirt for that matter."

There was a moment silence before they both laughed. "I think this had changed us, Merlin forbid, for the better." Ron said, smiling.

Harry nodded in agreement. "I think so too. It's funny, who would have thought that shagging would bring us closer together?"

Ron frowned. "Harry, we didn't shag. We just..."

Harry cringed. "Merlin, I know we didn't literally, but you know what I mean." He shifted on the bed, crossing his legs in front of him. "I've got a bit of a headache, what about you?"

Ron wrinkled his nose. "Yeah me too. I really hope there's bacon out there for breakfast, I could really do with some right now." He said, his hands on his stomach.

Harry hummed in agreement. "Yeah... I say we go and find out. Come on, we'll see if Hermione's up yet on the way out. It'll be funny to see if she acts any differently around us. And what's a bet she's expecting us to be awkward or something, so lets prove her wrong! I love it when she's wrong."

"How would you know? 'Mione's never wrong." Ron said as they stood up, looking amused.

"I can imagine it." Harry grinned. "Oh, I guess it might be an idea to get dressed first, I don't fancy walking about the school in my underwear."

Both boys dressed then headed out into the common room. For a moment each of them had a fleeting feeling that perhaps someone in their dorm had heard something, but after seeing each of them they could tell straight away that they knew nothing of their late night rendezvous.

Harry spotted Hermione first, sitting on a couch beside Ginny. Harry shot a look at Ron. "Remember, you can't say anything to her because we were never in here?"

Ron snorted lightly, picturing that boy with his hand on Ginny's leg. "I can only try Harry."

"Hey," Harry said with a smile as he sat down opposite Hermione and Ginny, his smile almost broadening when Ron sat beside him. "You're looking a bit worse for wear 'Mione, did you have a rough night last night?" He asked with a smirk.

"Or drink too much perhaps?" Ron added, looking at Harry with a satisfied expression.

Hermione looked at each of them carefully. "I didn't drink too much." She said, but then gave in. "All right I did drink too much, but its not that obvious is it?"

Harry shook his head. "Na, you're just looking a bit peaky. I think breakfast will do you good though, come on Ron and I are starving. Are you coming Ginny?" Harry stood up.

Ginny shook her head. "No thanks, I've already had mine."

With that the trio exited the common room destined for the Great Hall. After checking that the corridor was clear of listening ears, Hermione stopped and looked at Harry and Ron with concern.

"I am so sorry about last night, I took things too far. But, you know, last night was the first time I'd really been drunk and... and I think I've discovered that drinking is something that I shouldn't do." She confessed, not really intending to do so that soon, but the guilt she was feeling was enormous.

"It just takes practice." Ron said with a smirk. "But really, it's okay 'Mione. Isn't it Harry?"

"Yeah, Ron and I have accepted what we did and decided that there's no use dwelling on it. We all did things that we normally wouldn't, but it's okay. At least we have an excuse. Imagine if you weren't drunk 'Mione?" Harry beamed. "Then I think Ron and I would have something to be worried about, or more likely excited about. But I stand by what I said last night, you are a great kisser, even if you were drunk."

"I'll back that." Ron nodded in agreement.

Hermione was blushing madly, trying to contain a smile. "I wasn't expecting the two of you to take this so well, but I guess I underestimated you." She said as they resumed walking. "I mean the things I made you do..." She said in almost exasperation. "I don't know why I even thought of that!"

"Maybe it's like some fantasy you have 'Mione." Ron said, chortling. Hermione punched him on the arm. "Oww... I didn't deserve that!"

"Yes you did, I don't fantasise about... about you know what." Hermione said with a wrinkled nose. "I think it might be best if we forget about last night, at least to some degree. Is that okay?"

Harry nodded. "That sounds okay, but I'll never be able forget it. It was pretty fun with you Mione, while it lasted."

"Yeah alright, shut up now. Some one might hear us." Hermione said, embarrassment notable on her face again. She remained pretty much silent over breakfast, preferring to read the paper instead of talk.

"I can't believe that exams start next week. That's going to be two weeks of absolute hell. I just don't understand why we need to have two for every damn subject!" Harry complained, piling more bacon onto his plate. "Hmm... at least this is good."

"We only have one for history though, because there isn't a practical examination for that only a written one. That'll be a waste of a perfectly good three hours," Ron said, and then added; "and yeah, this is good."

"She's going to be hell though." Harry said in a whisper, knowing that Hermione would hear him anyway.

"No I'm not, I've decided that if you want to ruin your futures then that's fine by me. Just don't come running to me an hour before the exam in a panic." She said rather testily, her nose still buried in the Daily Prophet.

"Oh we wont be Hermione, don't you worry about that." Ron said, although looking at Harry with slight panic.

The common room was a lot more crowded when they returned, as everyone had seemingly arisen. It was obvious that there'd been a party, although the room was clean because of the house elves, since just about everyone was sporting either red eyes or nice dark bags under their red eyes. The only exception being most of the first years.

"Hermione's acting weird." Ron said to Harry as they sat down, preparing to play chess.

"I know. I don't know what she's so worried about. Maybe she's just feeling sick? She's probably one of those people who get really bad hangovers." Harry assumed, sending a glance towards her. Hermione was sitting in the far corner, a pile of books surrounding her.

"That or she's embarrassed about last night. Lets face it Harry, she's not really the most wild person we know, and I guess she's just a bit... err... surprised by her actions. I would never have predicted that she'd actually get naked in front of us!" Ron said in an excited whisper. "It was better than I'd imagined too."

Harry laughed. "Yeah I think you might be right there. I can't help but feel sorry for her, but there's nothing we can do that we haven't already done. She's probably feeling worse though that we're fine about the whole thing, I guess she was probably counting on us being uncivil or something- which she could use as an outside distraction. But that's just a guess." He said, moving his pawn from E2 to E3 as a first move.

Ron rolled his eyes, opting to open with his knight. "I wouldn't be surprised. But I'm sure she'll recover soon. I mean hell; if we did then I'm sure she can. And we did much worse than she did."

Ron won the game of course, and the next three after that too. Once the games began they were both too preoccupied to think or notice anything going on around them, and when they finally ceased playing they realised that Hermione was missing from her chair.

"Probably gone to lunch. I don't know why she's avoiding us though." Ron said with a frown.

"I'd avoid you too if I could, pity I have to live with you." Ginny said with a grin, sitting down beside her brother. "And I'm assuming you're talking about Hermione?" She asked, looking interestedly from Harry to Ron.

"Maybe. What's it to you?" Ron asked, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Oh... touché. I have hit a nerve. What did you do to her?" Ginny said, her interest multiplying three-fold.

"Nothing. She's just a bit stressed. Oh... well she did caution us about studying, and I guess we sort of hurt her then. That's probably it. You know how she takes school so seriously." Harry said easily. Ginny appeared to believe him.

"I know all right, she's given me a few of those pep talks of hers. Anything's better than hearing about house-elves though." She looked sharply at Ron, and moved her face in really close.

"What are you doing?" Ron exclaimed, moving away. He looked at Harry nervously.

"What's that on your neck Ron?" She asked, her hand too quick for Ron as she shot it out and pushed his collar down. "No... That's not what I think it is, is it? Ew! Who would give you a hickey?" She had a look of utter disgust on her face.

Harry had to laugh, not being able to contain it.

"None of your business. I don't go prying into your love life, so keep out of mine." He said through gritted teeth.

"You don't know anything about my love life." Ginny shot back. "So you're admitting that it is a hickey? Oh wait till I tell mum, she'll be rapped to know that her little Ronnie isn't going to end up a loner bachelor for the rest of his life. Although... I haven't seen you with any girls other than Hermione, and I know that she'd never... ew... with you."

"You are not going to tell mum! And I know more than you think, imagine what Mum will think when I tell her that her precious daughter isn't a vir..." His voice was ceased by Ginny's hand. Ron couldn't help but think how wrong Ginny was at the same time.

"You wouldn't!" She hissed. "You know that was just a rumour, it's not true! I expected you, as my brother, to believe me!"

"Hey, that's enough. Neither of you are going to tell your mum anything, and we've decided that Ron does have a hickey just like Ginny still has her virginity. No more fighting you two, we've had enough of that already." Harry said, his hand gently around Ginny's wrist, carefully pulling her hand away from Ron. "Agreed?"

Ginny sighed. "Only if Ron does."

Ron nodded. "Yes, I agree. But that doesn't mean I've got to tell you who it was. Just like you don't have to tell me who you new boyfriend is." Ron said, a slight smirk on his face. "Oh yeah, I know that you have one. So if you don't ask anymore questions, neither will I."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Okay, yes, good. Not another word."

Harry had a satisfied expression on his face. "Good, I'm glad that is sorted. I think lunch is calling me, what do the two of you say?"

Ron and Ginny agreed, and soon they were heading off towards the Great Hall for the second time that day.

~

As it turned out, Hermione had gone to lunch early with Parvarti and Lavender. Harry and Ron deemed this strange, because Hermione had never really liked either of those girls. Probably because of their devotion to Professor Trelawney and Divination. But Harry and Ron decided to give her some space, which seemed to last all night. When she wasn't studying she wasn't to be sighted, and disappeared off to bed quite early.

"Probably just tired." Ron concluded, heading up to the dorm with Harry at his side. They'd been discussing her all night.

"Yeah, probably. I'm surprised that I'm not really tired, although I guess we didn't really do all that much today. Didn't use up any energy." Harry said as they entered, finding the other three boys asleep.

Ron looked at his watch. "Shit, imagine what we were doing this time last night." He said, sitting down on his bed in thought.

"No thanks, I don't think I will. I don't want to have a large problem on my hands, or in them for that matter." Harry smirked, looking hastily down at his crutch.

Ron wrinkled his nose. "Harry, do you really have to be so graphic?" He said in a pained voice.

Harry nodded. "I sure do. It's going to be hard to forget though isn't it? Last night will be imprinted in my mind forever. Damn can we really not talk about this now?" Harry shifted uncomfortably, readjusting his pants that were quickly forming a tent as he thought of the previous evening.

Ron swallowed audibly. "Oh no, not again. At least I'm not embarrassed, just uncomfortable." He said, and then laughed dryly. "You too I see." They looked at each other in mild disgust at themselves. "I guess it's good night then, and please try not to be noisy."

Harry grinned. "I'll try, but I can't guarantee anything. Goodnight." He said, pulling the curtain around his bed. He frowned down at the lump in his pants, before pulling his t-shirt off and then his pants. He shuddered as he ran his hand over his hard, clothed cock, wondering if he'd be able to get to sleep if he didn't give in and please himself. He knew that that would be almost impossible.

Ron was in the same position as Harry, and that led him to thoughts of last night. His cock pulsed in his boxer shorts as he shut his eyes and pictured Hermione's hand stroking him. His breathing deepened as his pace quickened, but his mind soon started showing a picture not of Hermione, but of when Harry had been above him, their cocks stroking against each other.

Harry sat up in bed, pulling his hand sharply away from his penis. He was breathing heavily and was certain he could hear Ron doing the same. He shut his eyes, trying to will the image of Ron withering beneath him away. But what would it hurt? His mind began to taunt. It wasn't like they hadn't done if before, it was nothing new. And it felt good, really good- so why not?

Ron.

But, unbeknown to Harry, Ron was thinking the exact same thing. What would it hurt? His mind repeated over and over again. If he and Harry could still be normal around each other then it wouldn't be any harder if they did it again, or even if Harry refused Ron. After all, if Harry did refuse then Ron could just say he was joking couldn't he? Yes, of course he could.

Each thinking they same thoughts they jumped out of bed and ran into each other at the same moment, their eyes very wide. They stood, eyes wide, staring at each other until Harry managed to find his voice.

"Its just pleasure, nothing else."

"Yeah, we're just doing each other a favour. No harm done." Ron said, before he and Harry met in a furious kiss. Immediately their bodies were together, seeking relief, hands roaming naked chests.

"Your bed?" Harry asked with a smirk, licking his lips.

Ron smiled. "Yep, alright." He said, pulling Harry with him as they fell onto his bed. They managed to draw the curtains, casting a silencing spell on it at the same time.

It didn't take long until they were naked, Ron this time opting to exercise his dominance as he pulled himself on top of Harry. Ron breathed out in relief as he rubbed himself against Harry, feeling Harry's arms wrap tightly around his waist. He kissed Harry, grazing his tongue against his teeth, shuddering as the sensations only got better and better.

"You're not... not bad, Ron." Harry said hoarsely, his cheeks tinted pink, which was still obvious despite the darkness.

Ron kissed Harry hard, before revealing a grin. "You're not b... bad yourself." He whispered into Harry's ear, before kissing the side of his face, allowing his tongue to taste his friends' skin causing Harry to laugh lightly, but say no words. Ron moved his face down to Harry's neck where he began to lick and suck, hoping that Harry was too preoccupied to notice what he was doing.

But Harry was too busy enjoying the sensations streaming through his body to realise that Ron actually harboured ill intentions. He didn't know that he was receiving a hickey as pay back, preferring to think that Ron was only trying to please him. Raising himself up to meet Ron's thrusts, Harry raked his hand down Ron's back until he came to his hips. Harry grasped onto Ron's slender hips and held him firmly, opening his legs wider apart and wrapping one around Ron's legs.

In this position it didn't take them long until they climaxed, drawing out their pleasure as long as possible. Ron slumped down on top of Harry, feeling the mess between them. He some how managed to get his wand from the bed side table and clean himself and Harry, before struggling with the blankets until they were both under.

"Sorry Ron but I don't think I can move." Harry said sleepily, his breath tickling Ron's neck as his head rested on his shoulder. Both of Ron's arms were around him, holding him securely, and Harry really didn't want to move.

"That's okay, I can't be bothered moving so you can move." Ron replied, already falling asleep.

Harry smiled to himself, already feeling that he was going to sleep well.

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