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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,613
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Friends
Title: Friends
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: Lite DH-Spoilers, M/M/F, M/F, oral
Summary: #21 – Friends. Their friendship would endure.
Word Count: 1,056 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 21 – Friends
It was his turn to keep watch, and so Ron Weasley sat next to the tent flap, Hermione having taken his place in Harry’s arms. Ron wrapped his arms tighter in his coat, gripping his wand just inside its holster.
It was a mad world, and Ron knew that none of them would have imagined that they would be thrown together again…in a war. Three friends who had once prevailed over Voldemort would have to struggle against another dark wizard…but this time, it was not Harry who would be expected to save their world…but Hermione.
Harry shifted in his sleep, his hand moving from Hermione to scratch at the chain about his neck…the chain with his wedding band Harry usually kept hidden in his shirt when he was dressed. Ron sighed, moving his eyes from Harry’s golden wedding band to stare out the flap of their tent, the same one they had used years before when searching for the Horcruxes.
It had been a year since Ginny had been killed…along with Harry’s son James.
Ron rubbed his cheek, itchy with his beard, against his shoulder. Hermione would have been his wife two years ago if it had not been for the war. He listened to her sigh, Harry’s arm wrapping about her waist again.
Ron shivered as a particularly cold breeze reached him where he sat on a crate near the entrance, and heard Harry sniff in his sleep, pulling the blankets over he and Hermione.
They were too tired tonight after having to run for days, trying to escape the impending darkness that threatened to sweep them up. It had been a few weeks since any of them had to keep watch. Most often they slept together, holding each other tight for warmth, holding each other for security. Hermione slept in the middle, usually on her left side, facing Ron. Harry was pressed into her back, his face obscured by her hair.
It had been an arrangement they began years ago, Hermione in the middle, her softer curves comfortable between Harry and Ron…her feminine body soothing between them.
Ron did not watch, but listened as Harry kissed Hermione’s bare shoulder. Ron did not mind watching Harry slip his hand lower on Hermione’s hip under the blankets. He did not mind Hermione’s tiny whimper when Harry’s fingers found the cleft between her thighs. He did not mind because Ron had done the same thing to her.
Harry was only moving half-aware of what he was doing, and most often than not, rubbed himself against the soft curve of her ass, only grunting softly when he came against her back. It would not be until Harry rose to take Ron’s watch that he would gently wash his seed away from her skin with a damp cloth from the basin near the cot, careful not wake her.
Some nights, they would lay awake, moving against each other, doing much more than sliding skin to skin for some semblance of completion. Ron took Hermione completely, thrusting gently into her supple body while Harry watched, stroking himself until Ron was spent…taking Ron’s place in Hermione.
And Hermione? She usually initiated their love making, wanting to feel both of her best friends near her, inside her, to make her forget, to make her feel love instead of fear. Hermione made it a point to tell them both how much she loved them. After Voldemort, she told them she had feared she had lost them both to their separate lives…
However, this time, in this war she was the target, she was the treasure to be protected. And they protected her well like two sleeping dragons curled about the damsel.
Ron was lost in his thoughts when Harry touched his shoulder. Harry had risen and dressed, smiling softly to his old friend and motioning for Ron to slip next to Hermione. Ron sighed, gripping Harry’s shoulder in a gesture of trust, and allowed Harry to take his place. Ron undressed quickly, and settled in beside Hermione whose sleepy amber eyes watched him in lamplight. Ron quickly gathered Hermione in his arms, letting her rest upon his chest, her warm knee slipping between his thighs.
“You’re cold, Ron,” she whispered, pulling the blanket over them both, sliding her bare feet against the hair of his legs.
Ron only hummed, closing his eyes as Hermione rubbed her skin against his in an effort to warm him.
Harry chuckled quietly, watching Hermione rub Ron’s thick, muscular arms to warm his pale skin. Harry grinned as Hermione moved to slip under the blanket, her head tenting the blanket just over Ron’s groin.
Harry studied Ron’s face, which was trying not make one slight expression in reaction to what Hermione was doing. Ron swore under his breath, his hands disappearing under the blankets. Harry covered his mouth with his hand to smother a laugh. To distract himself, Harry turned to peer out into the darkness beyond the tent flap. He could only see the vague outline of trees around the tent and nothing more.
Hermione’s voice brought Harry’s thoughts to the tent, and glancing out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that Ron was lapping at her centre while she licked the topside of his cock. It was a tantalizing sight…Hermione’s eyes meeting Harry’s her pink tongue circling the head of Ron’s swollen member…her breasts swaying as Ron manipulated the position of her hips over his face…his beard rasping against her most tender of flesh.
Harry’s let his face shift, pleading with Hermione…he had to keep watch now. Recent events had led them to keep watch for the past few days. It was for her safety.
Hermione closed her eyes, her mouth engulfing Ron…releasing Harry from her spell.
With a sigh, Harry turned his attention to the night again. Three friends fighting another war…for what? Harry scratched his old curse scar then his nose, ignoring Ron’s voice as he moaned. Harry loved them both…and he touched the wedding band under the fabric of his shirt. He loved them both more than anything, more than the what the wedding band stood for, and more than himself… They loved him just the same, they loved each other.
They were friends, forever and a day, and no matter how many dark wizards threatened them, their friendship would endure.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: Lite DH-Spoilers, M/M/F, M/F, oral
Summary: #21 – Friends. Their friendship would endure.
Word Count: 1,056 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 21 – Friends
It was his turn to keep watch, and so Ron Weasley sat next to the tent flap, Hermione having taken his place in Harry’s arms. Ron wrapped his arms tighter in his coat, gripping his wand just inside its holster.
It was a mad world, and Ron knew that none of them would have imagined that they would be thrown together again…in a war. Three friends who had once prevailed over Voldemort would have to struggle against another dark wizard…but this time, it was not Harry who would be expected to save their world…but Hermione.
Harry shifted in his sleep, his hand moving from Hermione to scratch at the chain about his neck…the chain with his wedding band Harry usually kept hidden in his shirt when he was dressed. Ron sighed, moving his eyes from Harry’s golden wedding band to stare out the flap of their tent, the same one they had used years before when searching for the Horcruxes.
It had been a year since Ginny had been killed…along with Harry’s son James.
Ron rubbed his cheek, itchy with his beard, against his shoulder. Hermione would have been his wife two years ago if it had not been for the war. He listened to her sigh, Harry’s arm wrapping about her waist again.
Ron shivered as a particularly cold breeze reached him where he sat on a crate near the entrance, and heard Harry sniff in his sleep, pulling the blankets over he and Hermione.
They were too tired tonight after having to run for days, trying to escape the impending darkness that threatened to sweep them up. It had been a few weeks since any of them had to keep watch. Most often they slept together, holding each other tight for warmth, holding each other for security. Hermione slept in the middle, usually on her left side, facing Ron. Harry was pressed into her back, his face obscured by her hair.
It had been an arrangement they began years ago, Hermione in the middle, her softer curves comfortable between Harry and Ron…her feminine body soothing between them.
Ron did not watch, but listened as Harry kissed Hermione’s bare shoulder. Ron did not mind watching Harry slip his hand lower on Hermione’s hip under the blankets. He did not mind Hermione’s tiny whimper when Harry’s fingers found the cleft between her thighs. He did not mind because Ron had done the same thing to her.
Harry was only moving half-aware of what he was doing, and most often than not, rubbed himself against the soft curve of her ass, only grunting softly when he came against her back. It would not be until Harry rose to take Ron’s watch that he would gently wash his seed away from her skin with a damp cloth from the basin near the cot, careful not wake her.
Some nights, they would lay awake, moving against each other, doing much more than sliding skin to skin for some semblance of completion. Ron took Hermione completely, thrusting gently into her supple body while Harry watched, stroking himself until Ron was spent…taking Ron’s place in Hermione.
And Hermione? She usually initiated their love making, wanting to feel both of her best friends near her, inside her, to make her forget, to make her feel love instead of fear. Hermione made it a point to tell them both how much she loved them. After Voldemort, she told them she had feared she had lost them both to their separate lives…
However, this time, in this war she was the target, she was the treasure to be protected. And they protected her well like two sleeping dragons curled about the damsel.
Ron was lost in his thoughts when Harry touched his shoulder. Harry had risen and dressed, smiling softly to his old friend and motioning for Ron to slip next to Hermione. Ron sighed, gripping Harry’s shoulder in a gesture of trust, and allowed Harry to take his place. Ron undressed quickly, and settled in beside Hermione whose sleepy amber eyes watched him in lamplight. Ron quickly gathered Hermione in his arms, letting her rest upon his chest, her warm knee slipping between his thighs.
“You’re cold, Ron,” she whispered, pulling the blanket over them both, sliding her bare feet against the hair of his legs.
Ron only hummed, closing his eyes as Hermione rubbed her skin against his in an effort to warm him.
Harry chuckled quietly, watching Hermione rub Ron’s thick, muscular arms to warm his pale skin. Harry grinned as Hermione moved to slip under the blanket, her head tenting the blanket just over Ron’s groin.
Harry studied Ron’s face, which was trying not make one slight expression in reaction to what Hermione was doing. Ron swore under his breath, his hands disappearing under the blankets. Harry covered his mouth with his hand to smother a laugh. To distract himself, Harry turned to peer out into the darkness beyond the tent flap. He could only see the vague outline of trees around the tent and nothing more.
Hermione’s voice brought Harry’s thoughts to the tent, and glancing out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that Ron was lapping at her centre while she licked the topside of his cock. It was a tantalizing sight…Hermione’s eyes meeting Harry’s her pink tongue circling the head of Ron’s swollen member…her breasts swaying as Ron manipulated the position of her hips over his face…his beard rasping against her most tender of flesh.
Harry’s let his face shift, pleading with Hermione…he had to keep watch now. Recent events had led them to keep watch for the past few days. It was for her safety.
Hermione closed her eyes, her mouth engulfing Ron…releasing Harry from her spell.
With a sigh, Harry turned his attention to the night again. Three friends fighting another war…for what? Harry scratched his old curse scar then his nose, ignoring Ron’s voice as he moaned. Harry loved them both…and he touched the wedding band under the fabric of his shirt. He loved them both more than anything, more than the what the wedding band stood for, and more than himself… They loved him just the same, they loved each other.
They were friends, forever and a day, and no matter how many dark wizards threatened them, their friendship would endure.