Sexual Tension at Grimmauld Place

Chapter 2 - Edited 4-22-2008
This chapter needed some smoothing, that was for sure. How could I have written such crap?! I hope it's better now and that you enjoy it. Please leave me a short review to let me know about this chapter or the whole story.

Place –Number 12 Grimmauld Place
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The war was on. Shortly after the he turned 17, Harry, along with Ron, Ginny, and Hermione had chosen to leave their families behind. For his part, Harry was sadder to leave Ginny and Ron’s family behind. Installing themselves at Number 12 Grimmauld Place seemed like a good idea before setting off on their mission to destroy the Horcruxes and kill Voldemort.

The two pair had taken a week to finish cleaning few rooms that would aim them in their preparations. Harry and Ginny had worked on the basement for days, consulting their “Protection against the Dark Arts” text at every turn. When they had finished, a large corner had been cleared of debris and provisioned with a few wooden dummies against one wall.

Hermione had done a heroic job removing the dust and cobwebs from every conceivable nook in the library. Seeing her in action, Ron had wondered if her cleaning spells weren’t getting to be more powerful than even his mothers!

Ron occupied his time arranging the kitchen, which everyone agreed would suit him well. With the aid of Kreacher, to ancient house-elf, Ron managed to stock some food in the cupboard, and repair enough of the dishware to be able to eat together. Unfortunately food was the one thing that magic could not provide them, and they were indeed running low.

After five days of hard work, Ginny and Hermione agreed that they would have to risk a trip to town for some real food. “I don’t like the idea you two going alone,” complained Harry.

Hermione folded her arms, “We’ve been over this a thousand times, Harry. Everyone of You-Know-Who’s gang is looking for you. Ron is supposed to be locked up in the tower with a horrible disease. Only Ginny and I are supposed to be at Hogwarts this year.”

“But everyone knows you’re no going, and that you’re with Harry,” Ron continued in a worried voice for the two girls.

“Yes, Ronald,” admitted Hermione, “but at least we have a better excuse and won’t be spotted so easily. We’re bringing Harry’s cloak and we already going to be tight fitting us two underneath.

With no more points to argue, the boys watched as Ginny and Hermione stepped onto the steps just outside the front door. With a graceful twirl Hermione guided their Apparation. It would be several hours before they would return, but still Ron and Harry took turns watching at the window.

After an eternity Harry could take it no longer, “I’ve got to work off some of this energy or
I’m going to go crazy. Let’s go downstairs for a workout and training.”

Seeing no sign of the girl’s return, Ron agreed.

-----(Later in the basement)

"You've got to try, Ron" pleaded Harry, as he faced his friend who now seemed even more determined than ever to cross his arm and in doing so tuck his wand further behind his back.

"Harry, have you completely lost it?" spoken Ron, maintaining a normal volume with difficulty. "It's an unforgivable curse! Do you know how much trouble I'd get in?"

"So let me get this straight, you're worried about Hermione or Ginny finding out, but not about being prepared to block it when we're off on our own?" challenged Harry. "Besides, I doubt you'll be able to cast it anyway."

Ron started to turn red at the suggestion his ability to cast any spell was any less that that of Harry or Hermione, even if he knew both would probably beat him in a duel. To actually have Harry come right out and say it to his face was more than a little shocking. Harry noticing the red marks on Ron's face immediately added "It's only that when I tried to cast it on Bellatrix it didn't really work right and she told me 'I had to mean it.”

"Yeah, I know." responded Ron in an unconvinced voice. "What about Hermione and Ginny?"

"You what one of them to curse me instead of you," teased Harry.

"That not what I meant! What would Hermione say if she found out what we were getting up to? Somehow I don't think she would approve of her two best friends casting unforgivable curses at each other."

"You know Ron, you shouldn't have given up on Divination so easily, I think you might have had a knack for it."

"And will you stop joking about this Harry, this is serious...."

"Exactly!" countered Harry. "Do you think the Death Eaters are going to be limiting themselves to simple blocking and hexing spells? They are going to be coming at us with all they've got and we've got to be ready. We've got to recognize the spells and be ready for defense. I'm not saying we need to practice the unforgivable curses, but we need to know how to defend against them. I know it's horrible to say, but when Barty Crouch was impersonating Mad Eye and performing all those dark spells in class, I think I learned more about what I was up against than any other year. Of course after just having Lupin the year before, I felt like I was prepared for Dark Magic."

Harry then turned to look directly at Ron, "But now I don't know. I don't know what my wand did to Voldemort's! I don't what that magic was the night in the cave when we found the fake Horcrux, and..." Harry's voice catching in his throat, "Dumbledore died. What if I had paid more attention in class and read more. I might have been able to save him without having to come back to the castle." Harry's green eyes turning slightly red at the thought again of the dead headmaster.

"Harry, you know you wouldn't have been able to do anything. Nothing in our books would have been any help against...."

"But don't you see, Ron, that's the point! It's not in the books! We've got to figure this out together if we're going to survive. If Dumbledore trusted Snape so much, why didn't he just take him along on his little trips. We know it's precisely because he must not have trusted him completely. But, Ron, I do trust you and Ginny and Hermione completely and I want to do everything I can so that all of us survive."

Ron looked again at Harry, but could not hold his gaze. If he had turned red at the previous suggestion that his wizarding skills were not up to snuff, he was now positively scarlet at Harry's last words. Finally he lifted his eyes and returned Harry's look, "I know you do...and....I trust you too." After Ron had spoken those words, both boys broke their stare and looked at the ground. Then after what seemed like a very long silence Ron finally spoke. "Fine, I'll do it. But it's only to help keep everyone alive."

"You will?" asked Harry, a little surprised and now even a bit worried.

"Yeah, let's just get it over with so we don't get in any trouble, 'kay." hushed Ron.

"OK. Umm, well you know the spell, I suppose, so there nothing left for it than to just do it," offered Harry in a fading voice.

"Only if you're sure."

"Yeah, I'm sure. Just don't do it for that long. And we better cast Muffiliado just in case," suggested Harry, as little beads of perspiration started to break out on his forehead.

"Yeah, good idea." Pulling out his wand that was still partially tucked behind his back and pointing it at the door to the cellar, Ron quickly said "Muffiliato!"

Harry watched as Ron cast the spell, then turned to face his friend, "I'm ready."

Ron turned slowly to face Harry, aware of what he was about to do to his friend. Pointing his wand and seeming not able to make his lips move in order to cast the spell he just stood there.

"Ron...., Ron.....it okay if you want..."

"Crucio!"

Harry's body was suddenly in pain from every direction, yet as he reeled from the sensation he found that he did not fall to the ground. Then as suddenly as it had started it stopped. "OH HARRY! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it, are you okay, just tell me that you're not hurt."

"I'm fine, Ron." Although it was as if someone had just given him a sound beating, Harry had been beaten more soundly by Dudley and his mates more than once. "It's like I told you, you have to mean it for it to do any damage. Not really a spell that mates can cast on each other."

Still a little shaky, "Yeah...sure."

"What did it feel like to cast?" inquired Harry.

Ron though about the question but quickly responded "I guess it was like if I was going to slug you one. I mean, my hand gripped the wand harder and my knuckles burned a little afterward."

Harry nodded, "yeah, I felt like I was getting a good sound beating by Dudley, but I've had worse. Alright, I'm going to try a blocking spell this time."

"Will a blocking spell even work? Nothing will block the Avada Kadavra," questioned Ron.

"I don't know," admitted Harry, not exactly relishing the prospect of experiencing another Cruciatius at Ron's hands. "We can fight against the Imperious curse, so maybe this one can be blocked as well. Well, just have to have a go at it, won't we."

"Have a go...right."

"Crucio!"

"Protego!"

Harry's shield charm expanded before him to block the oncoming streak of red that was Ron's curse seeking out Harry's body. As Harry had been prepared for Ron's curse and knew what awaited him if he failed to produce a protective shield, his Protego charm was a strong one. As the two spells meet, Ron's was initially blocked. However, as he held onto the spell Ron could see and feel the defense being breached and after a few seconds Harry had fallen to the floor in pain and he quickly stopped the spell.

"Uungg" grunted Harry, as this time had certainly been more powerful that the last. He wondered if Ron hadn't been harboring some repressed animosity for him based on the effectiveness of his last spell. Maybe he knew more than he was saying about his and Ginny's blossoming relationship.

"OH, NO, Harry, I didn't mean it! I should have stopped, but I wanted to do it right this time," Ron blurted out.

Crawling to his feet Harry considered him for a minute and he tried to shake off the lingering sensations in his arms and legs. "Do it right?" he asking questioningly.

"Well," started Ron, "you know how you taught us how to think of a happy memory to cast a proper Patronus?" Harry nodded with a slight smile through the pain, remembering how Ron had admitted that he had pictured Hermione with her mouth attached to his dick when he finally succeeded in producing his first corporal Patronus, and now he couldn't do it any other way. Ron blushed a bit more but otherwise continued on, "I figured it might work in revere to think of something that would get me really mad and want to hurt someone."

Harry nodded while asking with a straight face "It was certainly more powerful this time, even with my shield. What did you think of, Hermione refusing to swallow?"

"Fuck you!" Ron laughed and snorted through his nose at the same time.

"Actually I though of Ginny and how Voldemort possessed her with this diary, and how he almost killed her, if you must know. I imagined I would do anything to hurt him the way he hurt her. I guess that did it....sorry," Ron trailed off, a little embarrassed with himself for being so successful with the unforgivable curse.

"It's alright. It's what I wanted, wasn't it. Besides now we know there is a problem with blocking it. I take back, you not being able to carry it off mate," he added with a smile. "And maybe Hermione will swallow...."

Glad to see the smile on Harry's face, "Well, it's not exactly something that I can put on my resume, you know. And for the record I am so fucking frustrated with Hermione right now, you're lucky I didn't think of her and her frigid mouth!"

"She just needs a little push Ron…. or a pull, depending on the angle, “Harry added, laughing at his own joke. “You need to get her mind off spells and books and onto something more...err...arousing." Harry offered, genuinely feeling his friend's pain and remembered the months he went with nothing but his left hand for company at night. "And as for the spell, I don't know, mate. Sooner or later the Ministry is going to fall and then I'm sure the unforgivables will be in high demand."

"I suppose you're right about Hermione. As least I don't feel so bad knowing that nobody around here is really getting any action beyond a little snogging." Ron looked at Harry who had looked away briefly. He continued, "hey, don't you think I should have a go at blocking it? I mean I don't want to be totally surprised out there either."

Harry looked a bit surprised as he remembered that Ron was still unaware he was doing more than just snogging with Ginny. More so, Harry was taken aback by Ron’s request, not having thought of his friend as someone who would willingly ask to endure pain. Then again, as he thought more, Harry was sure the thought of protecting Hermione, Ginny, and himself, along with the rest of his family was as strong as his own feelings on the matter. "I think that's a good idea, mate. I'm going to do it like you did, but I won't think of anything too bad, I promise. Hermione's mouth on your dick is totally of limits for this spell..."

"Keep it up, buddy. Boy, it's a wonder my sister can stand you sometimes." Ron said shaking his head, but again picturing Hermione bobbing up and down on his meat. "Should I try to block it?" asked Ron, trying to focus while shifting his body as if he were getting ready to block the spell in order to cover for adjusting his shorts to make room for his hardening member.

"Yeah, I think so. We know it won't work if I hold the spell, and this way we'll only have to do it once. Ready?"

"Ready."

"Crucio!"

"Protego!"

Again the two curses collided, this time from opposite directions. Ron's shield blocked the spell but Harry held on. Then as Harry was watching Ron's shield waver and fall, he himself was suddenly falling backward. Hitting the wall behind him hard, he dropped his wand and slumped to the floor.

"Don't move or I'll be forced to bind you as well. Ron, are you alright?" Came Hermione's clear voice, wand still pointed in Harry's direction as she advanced quickly in the room.

"Hermione! Don't! We were just practicing, and Harry wasn't trying to really hurt me. I already cast it on him before you came in," Ron blurted out all this information fearing the look in her eyes that told her she was able to curse Harry far worse should he make another aggressive move.

For Harry, however, moving, let alone aggressive moving, seemed to be the last thing he wanted to do after being thrown back so violently.

"You WHAT!" retorted Hermione, her voice rising dangerously to a level that reminded Ron of his mother, making him fear for his own safety. "Unforgivable curses in our house, on your own friend! What are you two thinking!?" Hermione looking from one cowed offender to the other, her eyes widening further, "You're not thinking of using that against anyone, are you?" her voice was now accusing and mixed with a hint of disappointment.

Harry heard the change and was quick to respond and reassure her. Shaking off the haze from his head, "No, of course we're not going to use it on anyone." Honestly, now knowing how the spell worked, Harry didn't believe he would not cast it again on Bellatrix if he got the chance. Turning these thoughts aside, he held Hermione's gaze. "We just wanted to be prepared for anything the death-eaters throw at us. Anyway, we know we can only block it for a few second with a Protego charm. That information alone is valuable enough to make it worth it."

Hermione looked between the two is disbelief. In a few seconds however, her frown of disapproval started to fade and see offered a hand to Harry, who she had just moments before knocked off his feet. "I suppose it's one of less destructive things you could be getting up to in the afternoon."

Ron and Harry looked at each other, not quite understanding what she was alluding to. Hermione looked as well. Both Harry and Ron, she observed, were sweaty from their workout in the basement which had gone on long before she arrived. The shorts Ron was wearing in particular left little to the imagination as they appeared to either be running shorts or hand-me-downs from the 70's, and the combined smell from their workout filled the room.

She quickly turned away, inhaling deeply with her back turned and reveling in the masculine scent. It had been obvious from the bulge in his shorts, that Ron was getting hard in her presence. That thought and the smell of the boys turned her on immensely. She walked a few paces then turned back as the two made eye contact with her again. "Hey, we've been working out all afternoon!" complained Ron.

"OK, sorry, I know you have," responded Hermione in an even tone that masked her uneven heartbeat. "I didn't hurt you did I, Harry" she said as she looked him up and down several times, each time straying a bit on his crotch and muscled abdomen, wondering what delights the material hid beneath.

"Uh, no," offered Harry as he watched her eager eyes scan his sweaty body. "Just a bit winded from the shock, you know."

Hermione continued "Well Ginny is back as well and we had some success in town. Ummm, maybe you guys want to wash up a bit before dinner?"

“Dinner?!” Ron stomach leaped into action.

Harry's mind couldn't help but picture Ginny and him in the shower together soaping up various parts of their hard bodies. His random thoughts turned also to what Ron and Hermione might get up to in the shower if left alone, especially if Hermione was as turned on as she appeared to be, "Fine we'll go, as long as you tell your boyfriend to stop casting Patronus charms in the shower."

Ron looked at Harry then at a confused Hermione. He again turned a bright red shade and his penis gave another jolt that did not go unnoticed by Hermione. “Right, well, we’ll be right back!” With this he took of for the stairs, pulling Harry behind him.

“Dinner this evening!” She corrected. “It’s only 4 in the afternoon, and I have some reading to do. As she called after, them Hermione watched as the two boys made their way upstairs on their way to the bathrooms. She took special note of how Ron’s sweaty shorts clung tightly to his Quidditch-toned ass. As soon as they were gone, she absentmindedly made her way to the library with the intention to find out more about the Cruciatus Curse.

In the large bathroom, on the second floor Ron stripped his clothes off, shirt quickly follow by shorts, and hopped into the shower first. With 5 older brothers it was second nature to take the initiative any time the shower was concerned. As he moved into the over-sized shower, which was enclosed by a ring of clear glass, Harry noted with admiration the size of Ron's now soft penis. “Help yourself, mate,” Harry laughed, as he saw Ron already had a jet of water flowing over his body.

Hermione doesn't know what she's missing out on, he thought to himself. Harry then wondered if Ron would ever let him have a go at Hermione, assuming Ron himself ever succeeded in having a go himself this is. Picturing Ron and him taking turns between their friend's legs, Harry proceeded to take off his sweaty shirt that was clinging to his body and made for the sink to quickly shave the little bit of facial hair he had grown over the last few days of neglect.

Although he was sure that he was not very interested in Ron’s penis itself, Harry was nonetheless turn on himself knowing how horny his friend must be after month of frustration. After the workout and their encounter with Hermione, Harry could certainly imagine being happy at getting a good look Ron putting his tool to good use in Hermione's cunt. He, thus, kept an eye on Ron, checking to see if he couldn't catch him giving any extra attention to his meat as he soaped up under the steaming water.

Thoughts and images of a nasty Hermione sucking and fucking his friend started to have an effect on his own equipment below. Feeling somewhat aroused now and wanting to push the situation a bit, Harry stripped off his shorts and moved over to the toilet where he aimed his quarter-erect dick. As he let go of his bladder, the stream of liquid maked a distinctive noise that could be heard above Ron's shower.

Ron immediately heard the noise and turned to see Harry a few feet away on the other side of the misty glass holding his dick in his hand with his head thrown back in relief as he pissed a steady stream into the toilet. Ron's eyes locked onto Harry's mostly flaccid prick and noted how it still filled his friend’s hand as he held it aimed towards its target.

Has Ginny seen Harry's cock yet, he wondered? The thought of his sister taking such a monster in her mouth, or elsewhere, had Ron feeling protective. ‘She’s not ready to start doing anything serious with Harry,’ he consoled himself. As he watched Harry’s pole, however, Ron felt the familiar twang of arousal at the possibility of Ginny actually riding Harry with that thick pole inside her.

Looking down at his own penis he figured he was about the same size around but maybe a bit shorter. He instinctively grabbed himself with his hand, imaging now it was Hermione on top of him. As the water poured down upon him Ron soon realized that he also had the need to empty his bladder, and had not done so for hours now. "What the hell," he figured with his fantasies pushing away some of his inhibitions. He aimed his dick at the blue tilled shower wall and groaned slightly as a stream of yellow liquid sprayed forth.

Harry looked over at the sound Ron made and saw his friend relieving himself in the shower as his soapy hand was now slow massaging his growing dick. "Hey, Weasley! I have to use the shower after you, you know." Harry said lightly as he shook out the last few drops of piss, still thinking about Ron and Hermione together.

Ron watched as his friend continued shake his manhood in his hand "Yeah, well I heard if you shake it more than twice, you're playing with it," retorted Ron, "And besides, you're the one who started and made me have to piss too." He said this as he too finished with the last few drops.

Harry watched as Ron coaxed the last few drops of piss out but continued to slowly rub his soapy hand over his steady rising cock. "I guess I'm not the only one playing with it now am I?" He watched as Ron continued to watch him.

Ron didn’t know how to respond. He felt uncomfortable holding his dick in his hand in front of Harry, but somehow didn’t move to let go. Fortunately Harry resolved the situation for him.

"The real question is what you're going to do with it, mate,” Harry smiled. “You saw Hermione in the basement checking us out. She is ready for you if you just take the initiative."

"Do you really think so? I mean it would be bloody fantastic to get a proper blowjob after all this frustration!"

"As much as I'd like to watch you jerk off in the shower, mate, I'd rather picture you giving it to Hermione instead."

Ron was now out of the shower and drying off, giving way to Harry as he entered the hot stream of water. "Okay, I'm going to do it now!

“That’s the spirit,” Cheered Harry.

“And there'll be no going back."

“She won’t know what hit her!”

With that Ron wrapped his towel around his waist and headed out the bathroom door, hearing Harry call out behind him "Remember to take pictures if it's not too much trouble...."

Ron knew exactly where to go and within a minute had located Hermione tucked into a small corner of the library, hunched over a book. She appeared to be rocking back and forth on the bench but immediately stopped and gave a squeal of surprise as she heard Ron's footfalls descend the three stairs into the center of the library at Grimmauld Place .

"Ron! What are you doing here? I thought you were showering with Harry." She said looking up flushed at her choice of words and rearranging her leg which had been in a very inviting position just seconds ago. She also finally noticed that Ron was only wearing the short bathroom towel around his waist, showing off his muscular arms and chest, and otherwise toned body. His hair was still damp and her eyes marked where the towel knotted in front was low enough to reveal a few stray red pubic hairs.

"We're good friends and all, Mione, but Harry didn't need me to wash his back or pick up any fallen soap today," Ron joked, looking as Hermione's legs started to part again slightly and her breathing noticeably increased. "Besides, I thought you could use some company."

"And why's that's Ronald Weasly?" Hermione questioned as Ron towel began to sway slightly as she watched it intently. "I was actually quite busy."

"I'm sure you were," said Ron, more confident now as Hermione's eyes kept flitting between his own intense stare and his crotch. "I just thought maybe I could help."

Hermione was hot, and horny, and wet, and losing control quickly. Ever since finding the boys downstairs at the end of their workout, she had needed a release. Coming to the library to study had been the perfect opportunity to find a quite place to satisfy herself, and she was well along the way to accomplishing that goal when she had been interrupted. Now as she gazed at Ron's damp body, she was again fighting with herself.

What had Ron done with Pavarti and the other girls at Hogwarts? Would she be any good at doing what was expected of her? Would he think she was a slut if she gave in to her desires? Oh, God, would he tell Harry?! "And just how do you expect to help me, Ronald?" she gulped.

Seeing that she was at the tipping point, Ron leaned in to kiss her as he stroked her hair from her face. It was a kiss that built slowly in intensity until their tongues were soon fighting in a kind of sensual competition. Just as Hermione was reaching her arms around his chest, Ron broke the kiss and also the pattern of their relationship to this point.

Ron knew full well what would happen next; she would kiss him and get him more and more excited and then suddenly find a reason to not go any farther and run off. Instead it was he who had control now and made her want more. "What's the matter Ron, wasn't that good?" Hermione asked, clearly worried and self-conscious.

Ron smiled and leaned across her body grabbing hold of a small bottle of ink, and at the same time pressing the bulge under his towel into Hermione's arm. She looked down and then into his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Ron didn't respond but instead dipped a pen into the ink and started writing on a piece of free parchment lying on the table. After a minute of silence in which he remarked Hermione made no movement away from their contact, he stopped writing and handed the paper to Hermione who looked surprised. The paper was blank, although Ron had clearly been writing something. "What's going on Ron?"

Again pushing his hardness against Hermione, Ron replaced the ink bottle and sat down on the bench next to Hermione, the tenting of the towel now obscenely lifted the towel off his legs. "It's all on the paper," he responded cryptically.

Hermione held his gaze for a moment then looked down at the paper and also glancing sideways at Ron hidden hardness. She then took out her wand and tapped it on the black piece of paper, "Aparecium." The hidden writing wavered immediately into view, black letters seeming to spill into the parchment. She read:

*** Hermione, I know why you are here alone in the library and that's why I came to see you. I am just as horny as you, as you can tell, and I want to be the one to satisfy you. When you are done reading this you are going to reach over and untie my towel and suck my dick with your hot mouth. Then, after I've cum in your mouth, I'm going to place you on your back, spread you legs and eat your pussy until you scream my name and cum for me.***

Her mouth hung open and her breath came in ragged heaves as she finished reading the words on the paper. She looked over at Ron and saw her own lust reflected in his eyes. She didn't speak this time but instead followed the written instructions and proceed to release the towel from Ron's waist.

Ron lifted one leg over the bench so that he was now straddling it and as the towel fell away his pole pointed directly at Hermione's face. Her eyes opened wide and she reached out both hands to grab hold of Ron's manhood. "Yes!" he hissed has her hands made first contact with his sensitive pole and started to apply pressure. "Yes, Hermione, that feels great! Your hands are wonderful."

Hermione was amazed at the size of Ron cock in her seemingly small hands. She wondered if she would be able to fit it in her mouth to begin with. It would be like shoving a large cucumber in her mouth, and although she was not at all experienced, she figured that biting down would not be an option. Hearing Ron's words of encouragement, and seeing his obvious pleasure, however, she felt renewed confidence to make the attempt and to do her best.

Ron watched as Hermione looked him in the eyes then bent her head forward. Still holding onto Ron's tool with both hands she opened her mouth and placed her lips on the tip of his hard shaft. She then began to delicately explore the engorged mushroomed head with her tongue, eliciting several groans of pleasure from Ron who was watching every movement. Opening her mouth and pushing down further, she felt the head pop inside and quickly continued to go to work with her tongue.

"OH, Hermione, that's so fucking good, you have no idea," Ron moaned as he began slowing bucking his hips to increase the stimulation. Hermione's lips were stretched around his pole and her long hair cascaded off her back and onto his legs as she valiantly pushed more and more of his aching cock into his mouth. He also watched to his delight as she took one hand that had been wrapped around his pole and pushed in between her own legs and began stimulating herself at the same time. It took all his control to move slowly at first, making sure to let Hermione enjoy sucking his cock for what he hoped to be the first of many times to come.

Hermione couldn't believe this was happening! So many nights she went to sleep getting herself off with her fingers, and being ashamed to go any farther with Ron. She had even considered asking Ginny for advice after hearing the gossip at Hogwarts and knowing that she would have plenty of experience. Had she gone this far with Harry yet? That thought intrigued her as she imagined Ginny's mouth filled by what she imagined to be Harry's huge dick.

Excited by this fantasy, Hermione held her head steady and watched and felt as Ron's abs contracted, driving his hips forward and his dick into her mouth. As his ass lifted off the bench she used her other hand to grab his ball sack and roll its hairy skin between her fingers.

"What a sweet mouth you have, Mione! I love the way you suck my cock and play with my balls." Ron blurted as he quicken his thrusts. For all her practice, Pavarti had never succeeded in making his dick feel so much pleasure as it was now in Hermione's mouth. Why had they not done this sooner?!

Hermione felt as Ron's dick was now banging against the back of her throat. She focused on Ron's pleasure, sensing his building tension and working her tongue even faster. Breathing through her nose she managed to open her oral passage a bit wider for Ron's invading prick. God, the taste was good! How could she have not known? Then she had an idea that turned her on. Removing her fingers from her twat he looked up at Ron and offered him a taste of her juices.

"Bloody hell," Ron spat as he grabbed her hand and shoved the fingers in into his mouth. The taste was heavenly, and like nothing he had ever tasted before. As he eagerly sucked her fingers, he quickened and deepened his thrusts further until he was literally fucking Hermione's face. Feeling the head of his dick get squeezed each time it pushed deep into Hermione's throat, Ron kept up his pace. Each thrust brought new waves of sensation, her mouth and tongue working furiously around his pistoning meat. He knew this was not going to last much longer, "Fuck, Hermione, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum in your fucking mouth. Oh, fuck, yeah!"

Hermione sucked and licked like Ron's cock was the only thing in the world. She had been uncomfortable and barely able to repress her gag reflect the first few times Ron's dick had penetrated deeply into the back of her throat. She was surprised and proud of herself for quickly becoming accustomed to the sensation and actually enjoying the deep violation of her mouth.

With each press against her tonsils, Hermione responded with a swallowing motion that served to squeeze and massage the penetrating head further. She continued her action until she felt his balls start to tighten and then his entire shaft started to convulse. As it did she used both hand to grab Ron's ass and force as much of him as possible into her mouth. This had the intended effect as suddenly the tip of Ron's cock exploded in her mouth and into her throat, as she struggled to continue her sucking and swallowing at the same time. She pulled back enough to allow Ron's salty jism to flow over her tongue as he shot wad after wad of his pent-up seed into her mouth.

Ron looked down at Hermione still attached to his dick as excess cum escaped from around her lips as she continued to hungrily milk the last few drops out. His prick still pulsed in her mouth as it became super-sensitive after his orgasm, and sent jolts and chills up his spine. He looked down with a huge contented smile, "Now it your turn!"

As quickly as he said those words he had grabbed Hermione legs and lifted her up so that she was now on her back on the bench, her legs open and her puffy pussy wide open to Ron's view. What he saw made his mouth start to water. Already incredibly hot from her own finger and from sucking Ron off, Hermione's outer lips were red and swollen causing them to peel back slightly to reveal her inner wetness. Her juices coated her pubic hair that, while trimmed to a manageable length, nonetheless ran from about four inches below her navel around her pouting slit, and back towards her asshole. Ron could not have imagined a more desirable cunt to feast on if he tried.

Hermione watched with mounting worry as Ron stared at her mound. Was it like the other girls' he had certainly been with? Maybe she should have taken a shower, maybe she smelled too strongly? "Ungh! God!" she growled as Ron answered all her questions by diving in, using his tough to lick from the bottom to the top of her intoxicating snatch. "Oh, Ron, that's so damn good! Lick me all over..."

Ron was all too happy to comply with her demands as he slowing worked his mouth and tongue up and down her tender lips, pushing them aside little by little. Using his fingers he held back the folds of her pussy and quickly licked Hermione's now-visible clit, causing her to convulse with shocks of pleasure. Moving down from her precious bud, he extended his tongue into her hole which was now producing copious amounts of juice that he eagerly lapped up and mixed with his own saliva. His nose, buried in her bush added to her pleasure as he inhaled and exhaled deeply her musky scent. "You are so wet, Mione! You taste so good I could eat your pussy all day."

Hermione certainly couldn't complain with that. Ron's technique was driving her quickly to unimaginable levels of bliss. Being Hermione, however, she couldn't help but be concerned that she was on her back on a bench in the middle of the library, legs spread in the air, with a naked Ron licking and sucking with abandon on her completely exposed bush.

In addition to their prone positions, there were the noises Ron and her were making as he worked his magic below. She stole a cautious glance at the door while at the same time pulling her knees to her chest to give him even better access, "Oh, Ron, this is so good, and I don't want you to stop, but what if someone finds us?"

Ron didn't miss a beat as he inserted two fingers in Hermione's hole and concentrated on her pulsing button while mumbling "don'm mmworry...Mmione. Marry mknows notm mmmto mismerbe mus..."

Hermione was now a bit concerned; having taken a few seconds to decipher Ron’s very pleasurable mumbling. Did Ron tell Harry what he was going to do to her? Did they plan this together? Of course neither of these thoughts prevented her from bucking her hips and grabbing Ron head with her hand to pull him tightly against her. "I'm just saying...uh that's the spot...that maybe we should....Oh, God faster....be more carefu.....shit....with Ginny and Harry....ohh push those fingers into my hole!"

"I'm sure Harry would like to push his fingers into your hole if he were here, but right now it's just me," laughed Ron as he returned his lips to hers.

"OH, Ron, it's just so good, I'm so close to cumming." she breathed as Ron had inserted a third finger and was now reaming to ecstasy.

"Of course if you want Harry to eat your pussy, I suppose I'd let him if you would suck my dick at the same time," Ron blurted out, intoxicated by the taste and smell of Hermione's quivering cunt.

"I would never...." she started in response but cut herself off has Ron increased the suction on her clit and her mind raced with the idea of Harry's hot body attached to her pussy below while she sucked on Ron like moments before. To have both pleasures at once would certainly be too much to handle. "Only if he's as good with his tongue as you are," she said finally in a sexy voice.

Ron couldn’t believe what he had heard. Just 20 minutes ago Hermione hadn't even seen his cock, and now she was agree to a threesome with Harry. His mind raced and he drove himself at Hermione's snatch with all his energy.

"Yes, yes, yes yes!" cried Hermione, getting closer and closer to her ultimate release. "Faster, Ron, yeah, yeah, ohhh! FFFFUCK!, I'm cumming! Uahhhhh! Ron!"

Hermione's cunt clamped down on Ron's invading fingers and he licked and sucked while Hermione screamed above. Her orgasm went on for almost a minute as Ron refused to stop fucking her with his mouth and fingers. Finally, he slowly diminished his movements bringing her to a nice landing. As he stopped he watched as Hermione let her legs fall to the ground and the rest of her body went limp. After several deep breaths, she managed to raise her head in a daze and look Ron in the eye, "That, was amazing, Ron. Absolutely amazing...."

Ron smiled back at her, bending over her to give her a hug and a kiss, giving her a taste of herself that she seemed eager to receive "Thanks, Mione, anytime." He helped her into a sitting position and looked around for his towel that had been cast off on the floor.

"About what I said, while I was, errr..."

"While I was licking your cunt and you were cumming in my mouth?" Ron cut in as he wrapped the towel around him and made ready to go clean himself up.

Red color now returning to her face, "Yeah while you were... eating me out, Ron," she pushed ahead "I might have said some things that..."

"Hermione," soothed Ron, "It's OK," watching the relief on her face then continuing, "I’ll ask Harry when’s a good time for him." With that he turned and headed for the hallway, smiling to himself in noting that Hermione had made no movement to stop him or sound of protest.