Erasing the Pain

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Erasing the Pain
Chapter 3


The next morning, Harry and Ron were in the common room finishing up last-minute Divination homework when they heard someone clear their throat. Harry turned to see who it was. “Hermione!” Harry ran to the girl and hugged her. “Hi! Are you ok? Are you hungry? What am I saying? Of course you’re hungry. Let’s go down to the Great Hall and get you something to eat,” and without waiting for a reply, proceeded to drag her to the portrait. Seeing that Harry wasn't even going to let Hermione breathe without one of them beside her every step of the way, Ron decided to quickly intervene. Stepping up to them before Harry could do anything about it, Ron grabbed Hermione's arm from his grasp and at the same time, gave Harry a 'QUIT IT ' look before turning back to Hermione.

Apologizing profusely, for Harry's obvious discomfort about what they had done earlier, he made sure that Hermione was alright before anything went further. Glancing nervously at her for a moment, he asked, "How are you feeling today?" One suspicious look from Hermione was all it took for Ron to get red in the face. 'Oh Merlin! She is gonna take one look at me and know we did something to her and freak out!’ With that thought, Ron was immediately regretting his decision to interrupt Harry in the first place. "I'm ok. I just feel a little strange. Like my sadness is fading. And like my other feelings are stronger.” Harry tapped Ron on the shoulder. “I’m going to go to the kitchens and see if Dobby can get me something for Hermione to eat,” and with that, Harry left quietly. “I just…don’t know what to do, you know?” Hermione continued, while watching the fire. “I feel like all of the feelings I’ve had since I was thirteen years old are trying to get out all at once.” Ron moved to hold Hermione, relieved when she leaned against him and put her head on his shoulder. They stayed silent for a few minutes, until Hermione broke the silence and looked up at him. “Did something happen that I should know about?” “Um…well…no. There’s nothing that you really NEED to know about…”

Looking behind Hermione for a moment, desperately trying to come up with something to distract her from her line of thinking, he immediately began to fidget when he couldn’t think of anything to say. There was only so much he could do to make sure she didn’t find out what they had done. Thinking desperately, after seeing the dangerous glint in her eye, he thought of anything to say, even part of the truth, just to pacify her long enough for Harry to return. Spouting, “I….uh…. I um…..well you see…..Hermione….there was this……um….” He stuttered desperately trying to remember what he was going to say, seeing the look on her face and realizing he was failing miserably. He tried again, this time spitting it out as quickly as possible. “HarryandIdecidedthatyouhadmournedforlongenoughandsinceyouweren’tgettinganybetterwecastaspellonyoutotakethepainaway!” Greatly relieved now that he had completely sated his guilty conscience, he grinned happily at her utterly shocked look. Leary of the expression on her face, his face fell immediately, sensing that he was still in hot water.

‘He’s lying to me. I know he is. But I’ll let him tell me when he’s ready. I don’t want to fight with him right now…or ever again if I can avoid it.’ Hermione thought as she put her head back on his shoulder. Thankfully, Harry walked back into the common room, carrying a tray full of food. He looked at the scene in front of him and stopped short. “Hi. Is everything ok?” Hermione turned and glared at him. Harry put the tray down on the nearest table, and his hands up in surrender. “Hermione? Sweetie? What’s wrong? Whatever I did, or didn’t do that you asked me to, I’m sorry. Forgive me.” “Harry, did something happen that I should know about? Ron isn’t making any sense. He said something about a spell that you cast to take my pain away, but that’s ridiculous…right?” Glancing from Hermione’s questioning face, to Ron’s nervous one; he immediately heard warning bells go off in his head. ‘Oh Merlin, she knows already? Great going Ron. Probably took all of five seconds for her to get him to start talking. What do I say? What do I say? He shot Ron a look that clearly said “I’m going to kill you when there isn’t anybody around to witness it,’ and placed a look of complacency on his face, before facing Hermione.

Motioning for them to go up to the boys’ dorm so that they would have privacy to talk, Harry began his explanation. “I know that you are going to be very angry when I start explaining, so please, don’t say anything until I am done and please don’t kill me.” Hermione frowned but nodded and waited for him to continue. “Yes, we did cast a spell, but we were really worried about you! You weren’t eating, or talking to us…you weren’t even going to class! We just…got scared, I guess. So we just did research in the library and found a spell to take away your pain. I’m sorry if you’re upset about that, but we love you and we didn’t know what else to do. We were only trying to help you, Hermione.”

‘So Ron wasn’t lying to me. Well, that makes me feel better. Wait…they cast a spell on me?! Those gits! Knowing those two, they couldn’t have researched thoroughly, so it probably has a side-effect of some sort.’ Hermione was brought out of her musings by Ron’s nervous whispering. “Hermione, are you ever going to forgive us? We really didn’t mean to hurt you.” “Forgive you? You cast a spell on my emotions, and you want me to forgive you? You probably just went with the first spell you could find without looking for any side-effects! Honestly, boys, how could you do this without even researching it properly? Because of your carelessness, I could have died! Does my life mean that little to you, even after everything that we’ve been through together?”

Hermione stood up from where she had been sitting on Ron’s bed and went to punch Harry in the arm to relieve her anger, but instead when she got close enough to do so, she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled into a hug. Harry held her tightly, whispering that he was sorry, and that he loved her, and to “please forgive” him. Hermione lifted her eyes to his face, only to see his shining with tears, giving proof that he was, indeed, sorry for his actions. When she nodded her head to indicate that she did forgive him—both of them—she was lifted off of her feet and spun around, with the sound of Harry’s laughter in her ear. When she was finally put back on her feet, Hermione was brought into another hug, the only difference this time was that Ron had gotten up and walked over to them and hugged her as well, so that she was in a kind of ‘Hermione sandwich’.

Feeling their body heat envelop her, she couldn't remember ever being more aroused. Reaching out to the body in front of her, she casually brushed her fingers against his chest, before moving expertly deft fingers toward his waist. Her breath hitching in her throat, she couldn't stop herself before latching her fingers around Harry’s ‘arousal.’ He gasped and looked down at her. “Hermione…what…I…er…” ‘Bloody Hell! Hermione has her hand on my bits! It feels sooo good…No! Stop that! I can’t think that way about her, she’s my best friend. But it does feel great…mustn’t fuck her hand…nononono…oh I give up!’ Feeling his face flush with embarrassment and excitement, he couldn’t help the hiss of pleasure that was forced from his lips. Bucking his hips involuntarily, he nearly growled at the feel of her hand as she tightened her grip and started to stroke him. Slowly at first, she began to pick up the pace before turning slightly so that she could reach for Ron.

Ron had immediately felt the change in atmosphere when Hermione had reached for Harry. The stiffening of his shoulders and the hiss he let out was all taken in stride as Ron felt his own cock harden at the sight of Harry’s pleasure and Hermione’s tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration. Unconsciously licking his lips, he couldn’t help thinking what that wonderful tongue of hers could do to him. ‘Oh Merlin, I am such a lech.’ Images began to flash in his mind and he couldn’t help the groan that surfaced from the sight. He came out of his delicious thoughts when Hermione reached for him as well. Eyes rolling back in his head, he let out a sigh of pleasure as her deft fingers grasped his turgid length, before she began stroking him into frenzy. Hips out of control, he could only groan his pleasure as she continued her delicious torture on his willing body.

Feeling her knees start to buckle at the sight of these two fine male specimens rolling their hips, desperate for release, she couldn’t hold back the moan that threatened to spill from her lips. Hearing the desperation in her own voice, she stepped closer to Harry, so that she could lean against him for support. Feeling his hips buck against hers, she couldn’t control her reaction to the feel and bucked involuntarily back into his. Creating a desperate rhythm for release, she rocked her hips back and forth, pulling Ron closer to her body, so she could feel his desire as well. Rocking her hips, desperate for more of the sensations coursing through her body, she was once again sandwiched in between the two. Feeling their hot breath upon her smaller form, she couldn’t help the throaty moan she emitted as she felt their desire come directly into contact with her heat.

Harry could not believe what was happening and yet there was absolutely no way he could stop himself. This delicious friction was tearing at his sanity. If this didn’t stop soon, he would no longer be responsible for his actions in his pursuit for completion. Rocking back into her welcoming body, he couldn’t help reaching out to fondle her breasts. Feeling her luscious curves through her clothes was proving difficult, but he managed all the same. Rolling a pert nipple between his forefinger and thumb, he was encouraged by her moan of pleasure and continued his torture on her body. Feeling Ron move in closer to her body he released one breast for his attentions while he focused on removing the barriers between their bodies. He needed to feel her skin under him. He needed her! Grasping her shirt, he began to lift it from her shoulders, slowly so as to give her time to back out if this wasn’t what she wanted. Feeling no resistance to his advance, however, he threw the shirt in the far corner of the room and stopped to admire her beautifully flushed skin. Feeling her leave his aching cock in favor of removing her bra, he stilled them immediately and looked to Ron to finish the task, knowing he was aching to feel her flushed skin under his calloused palms.

Ron gently moved his hands from her waist, where they had been gently rubbing, up her back, to the clasp on her bra. Taking her bra in his hands, he forced them to still enough to remove the offending object before getting back to more important things. Unhooking it with deft fingers, he carelessly tossed it into the far corner along with her shirt and then began to run his palms over her skin, coming close enough to lick her skin in a desperate desire to taste her. Slowly running his tongue over the skin at her neck, he couldn’t help himself when he began to suckle on an ear. Hearing her sharp intake of breath, he doubled his efforts in order to get more of a reaction out of her. Feeling her trembling beneath him, he smirked devilishly and nipped the skin of her neck before leaning down to partake in the soft flesh of her hips. Licking the skin around her waist and hips, trying to eat her through her clothes, Hermione couldn’t help it when her legs buckled underneath her weight.

Standing there, Harry watched his two best friends, while keeping a hand on his cock and lightly massaging it. “Feel free to join in, mate,” said Ron, looking from Harry’s face contorted in pleasure, to the hand that played with the bulge in his pants. Kneeling in front of both men, she reached for them to steady her, while immediately setting to work in removing the barrier of clothing. Getting frustrated with all the buttons holding up Harry’s pants, she growled heatedly to herself before Harry gently removed her hands to quickly solve the problem. Once done, Hermione grasped the edge of clothing and forcefully shoved them to the ground. Seeing his large erection through the last barrier, she licked her lips before practically ripping off his boxers in her haste to see him.
Finally, she turned almost desperately to Ron, and hastily grabbed his pants in her need for him to be bare as well. Once the pants were out of the way, she nearly shredded his boxers in her haste to feel his desire for her. The two boys groaned loudly when Hermione’s hands touched their bare skin simultaneously. Clutching both men in their most intimate places and feeling their velvet steel, nearly made her fall over the edge in ecstasy. Feeling more of her desire drench her silk panties, she moaned at the feeling as they began to rock their hips against her, desperate for the release she offered.

Feeling them move in a delicious dance of erotic display, she couldn’t help her breath hitching in her throat when two warm hands closed around each breast, molding them with every caress. Rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, a throaty moan was torn from her lips as both men slowly started to kneel in front of her. Using their free hands, they expertly removed her belt, her skirt coming off moments later. Realizing that she was almost completely bare in front of them made her blush, but also made her much more excited. She could feel her desire dripping down her thighs and she moaned her pleasure loudly when one hand began to caress her intimately. “Boys, what…” Harry leaned forward and nipped at her collarbone, making her whimper in response and effectively silencing her.

Harry’s lips on her neck and shoulder and Ron’s hands between her thighs made her moan so lustily, she couldn’t believe the sound had come from her mouth, but all thoughts ceased immediately when Ron delved a finger into her dripping folds. Gasping at the intrusion, she bucked wildly in response. The boys looked up at her and smirked, “Like that, do you, Hermione?” Ron said, teasingly. Moaning loudly, she whispered harshly, “Oh Gods…..more…..please.” Removing his finger from her dripping folds and smirking at her whimper of loss, he shifted slightly, so that he could lie down on the floor. Once comfortable, he reached for Hermione and made the boldest move in his life; he lifted her so that she was sitting over his face. Not one to be outdone, Harry moved her hand from him and rose from his kneeling position. Guiding her face to his aching cock, he hoped she wouldn’t be offended by his boldness and was delighted when she immediately opened her mouth for him. Slowly, so she could get used to his wide girth, he inched into her hot mouth, a loud groan being torn from his throat when she took the initiative and enthusiastically suckled his tip, before moving down and nipping lightly at his balls. Nearly coming undone at her antics, he gritted his teeth and involuntarily thrust against her mouth, trying desperately to control himself so he wouldn’t scare her away.

She could feel herself getting closer to completion with every passionate touch and reveled in the sensations coursing through her body. Ron’s maddening tongue was driving her insane with need. “By the Gods……hmmm….please don’t……don’t stop…..oh….” ‘Delicious torture….I never want this to end!’ Feeling his tongue plunge into her trembling core, she nearly fell over the edge, but he seemed to sense this, and held back, just enough to prolong her torture. Bucking her hips in a desperate attempt to get enough sensation to throw her over the edge, she was disappointed when he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction she craved. With a flick of her clit with his tongue at the last second and two fingers plunged into her dripping folds, she came violently. Screaming helplessly around the cock in her mouth, she bucked maddeningly against the fingers that were pumping so hard and fast within her she thought she would orgasm again.

Ron was in heaven. The girl he loved had just let him give her a most pleasurable orgasm and she was still keening! By the Gods, what a sight she made! He could feel every shudder and tremor that went through her body, and he almost came when he tasted her sweet juices on his tongue. The way her hips swayed with her want of his caresses was a more beautiful image than he had ever seen in his life. Lifting her carefully off him Ron sat up. He licked his lips, savoring her taste, and watched her continue pleasuring Harry with her tongue. While she was preoccupied, he couldn’t help gazing at her flushed and flawless skin. Oh Merlin, but she was a minx. The way she was completely absorbed in her task was divine to see. Slinking toward her, he couldn’t help rubbing his calloused palms over her heated flesh. Gripping her hips, he moved her body so that is was merely inches away. From this distance, he could feel her trembling and looking down he saw that she was more than ready for him, as evidenced by the wetness between her thighs.

Harry opened his eyes wanting to look down at Hermione suckling his cock when he noticed Ron moving toward her. Knowing what was on his mind, Harry gently moved her so that she would be more comfortable as Ron moved to stand right beside them. Watching Hermione’s eyes light up at the new treat in front of her, Ron and Harry shared a look of amusement. As she took hold of Ron’s cock, she began a steady stroke, loving the feel of him under her fingers. With long sensual strokes, she began a delicious pattern of movement. A few strokes with delicate fingers, while she continued to suckle her other sweet treat and then she would switch. As she took Ron’s cock into her mouth, he groaned loudly at the feel of her around him. He felt her nibble lightly on his head and nearly came apart at the feeling. Both he and Harry couldn’t help bucking their hips wildly at the feel of her. Strokes and then the completely different sensation of hot, wet tongue was driving them both crazy with need. As she continued to nibble and suck and then softly stroke her delicious treats, she began to feel herself getting wetter. She could feel the pulse of arousal and the clench of her passage, desperate to be filled with one of her treats and felt herself close to orgasm as the boys continued to moan and groan in her ear.
Desperate for their touch, she motioned for them to kneel slightly, so they could touch her as well. Ron reached for her hardened nipples while Harry went for her clit and she immediately began to suckle and stroke them harder in response. Ron felt her growl in the back of her throat to add simulation to his cock, and with that extra ounce of sensation, he was thrown over the edge. Stars began to burst in his vision and desperate for her to reach her climax, he pinched her nipples as hard as he dared, before howling his pleasure to the heavens. Bucking desperately against the added pressure, she released his head and turned to Harry. Nibbling hard enough on him to make him scream his pleasure, he scraped a short nail across her clit and the sensation threw her over the brink, writhing in ecstasy below both men as they showered her in their seed, before collapsing into a heap of sweaty limbs on the floor. Grabbing the towel Ron had used that morning for showering off his bed, he began to clean her before turning to himself and tossing the towel toward Harry. Ron gathered an exhausted Hermione in his arms and proceeded to crawl under the covers of the nearest bed. Taking the hint, Harry crawled in on the other side and together they fell into a much needed sleep.


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