Sisters of the Dark Moon

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Best Plans Gone Awry

Hermione kept walking quickly as she left the castle and headed for a place they were all familiar with. She glanced back at Ron and Harry who were following her at a short distance, puzzled looks on their faces. She knew she had shocked them completely. Beside some small flirtations with Ron, she had never crossed the boundaries of friendship with them and she had kept it that way on purpose. Ron and Harry were good friends and she always felt that it would have been awkward or perhaps mean to start a relationship with one of them and leave the other out. Besides, she didn’t believe that they thought of her in terms of a ‘lover.’ They treated her as if she were another of their guy friends, having gotten too used to her presence over the years.

But these facts never bothered her because she rather enjoyed being admired for qualities other than one’s body parts. The last few years her body had changed slowly, forming into more feminine curves. Now she received many admiring looks from many others, yet still Ron and Harry discarded that part of her, blinded by their deep respect for her and she loved them for it. They treated her as an equal and that was what she wanted most of all.

There was a twinge of guilt at what she was doing to them at this moment. But she knew that there was no other way to have them if she didn’t want their relationship to change. If she did not use a memory charm, their friendship would be irrevocably changed and it would be open to a whole new slew of complications like jealousy, possessiveness, and expectations. ‘This is the only way,’ she convinced herself as she led them to Hagrid’s hut by the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

She climbed up the small stairway of the giant’s home and opened the door carefully, letting Fang have a chance to see who she was. Harry and Ron came to a stop behind her.

“Uh… Hermione?” Harry spoke for the first time since reading her note. “Why are we going to Hagrids?”

“He’s not home,” she answered as she stepped inside. “I heard him say he was going into Hogsmeade this afternoon. I figure we can use his place while he is away. It’s very private.”

Ron and Harry looked over at Fang slobbering next to the fireplace. He wagged his tail and strode over to Harry’s side, begging for a head scratch.

“I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” Harry said as he gave Fang a pat. Both boys were sweating and nervous, wondering what they were supposed to do. Neither of them had had any experience beyond snogging with girls and they hadn’t ever considered Hermione in that way.

Ron watched as Hermione locked and secured the door, placing a charm on it to warn them of intruders. “Hermione… it doesn’t have to be like this, you know,” Ron added. “If you wanted to… you know… fool around, we could try something… well… more romantic. And having the both of us is a bit much, isn’t it?”

Hermione smiled at him and said, “That’s sweet, Ron, but I don’t want to drag it out slowly. I’ve decided that sex is very important to me and it feels wonderful. I don’t want to deny my body the things it needs to feel good.”

The boys looked at her in shock and Harry asked, “You’ve… done this before?”

She decided that some honesty wouldn’t hurt, especially if they were going to forget her words soon. “I’m not a virgin, Harry. I’ve been having sex for about a year now.”

Ron and Harry looked like they swallowed slugs. Ron barked out, “With whom?”

“I don’t wish to talk about it,” she said. “In fact, I didn’t come here to talk at all.” She reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse watching their faces as their eyes swung down to her fingers.

“Merlin,” Ron groaned as her shirt fell to the floor. He ran a hand through his red hair and let out a deep breath. When she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, both boys swallowed hard at the sight of her delicious breasts jiggling free of their constraint. “Oh… what the fuck!” Ron swore as he caved in. He had been hard ever since he read that note of hers and now that she was undressing in front of him, he could no longer resist.

Harry glanced at Ron who was now taking off his own shirt. Ron was going to do it! Harry’s nerves shook badly but he was damned if he wasn’t going to participate too! His shaky fingers fumbled at the buttons of his shirt as he watched Hermione tug her skirt off her hips and then step out of it. Fuck she was hot! Harry’s eyes examined her body from head to toe as he managed to pull his shirt off and throw it to the side.

Hermione stood there in her pink panties, smiling at their haste to undress. She turned and looked for a place they might lie down, missing the blonde head through the window that quickly ducked down when she turned.

Before she could turn back around she felt arms come around her waist from behind and she was pulled tightly against Ron, who was now clad only in his boxers. His mouth lowered to her shoulder and he began kissing her soft skin. She sighed at the wonderful feeling and looked at Harry, who was now standing in his boxers and watching them. She held out a hand towards him and said, “Come here, Harry.”

Harry came and stood directly in front of her, looking slowly down from her face to her chest, unsure of whether he should touch her the way he desired. But Hermione was already ahead of him. She took his hand and lifted it to her breast. Harry groaned at the soft fleshy feel of her warm mound in his palm and began to move his hand in small circles. He loved the look of pleasure that came over her face and he couldn’t help but quickly descend upon her lips with his.

Harry practically jumped when he felt Hermione’s hand slide over the front of his boxers, caressing his erection through the thin material. He raised his other hand and now held both breasts as he stepped even closer to her, pressing his cock more firmly into her palm.

Ron’s hand on her stomach began to descend lower as Hermione rotated her rear end, grinding it onto his hard rod. His lips traveled up her neck, sucking harder at her soft skin as his arousal kept growing more and more urgent.
“When do you reckon Hagrid will return?” he breathed onto her neck.

“Don’t worry,” she said after tearing her lips from Harry’s, “he’s probably getting drunk as a skunk in the pub.”

“Skunks get drunk?” Ron asked with a long lick up to her earlobe.

“Just an expression,” she smiled and then groaned when Ron lowered his hand over her mound, feeling the wet fabric of her knickers. Harry’s mouth had now worked its way to her breasts and he lifted one up towards his lapping tongue. Fang whined from his spot by the fireplace, reminding them where they were.

“Shh… Fang, it’s all right,” Hermione said, breathily.

Ron gave a small laugh and said, “He understands about licking.”

Harry glanced sideways at the watching dog. Fang was watching Harry’s tongue as it traveled over Hermione’s breasts. He wondered if Fang was really an Animagus as the dog looked enviously at him.

Hermione’s head dropped backwards onto Ron’s chest as his fingers slid back and forth over her clit and she said, “Touch me, Ron. Put your fingers in me.”

Ron groaned at her words and slipped his hand down the front of her panties, loving the feel of the wet, soft skin of her pussy. His other hand clamped around her waist harder and pulled her more firmly against his raging erection.

Hermione slipped her own hand down Harry’s boxers and took hold of his smooth, hot shaft, causing him to clamp down on one of her nipples a bit hard with his teeth. She gasped and sighed at the sensations attacking her body from both sides until she remembered that their time was limited. She wasn’t even sure how much time had already passed, but she had to get this done with and have them dressed before the spell wore off.

“Harry, sit in that armchair,” she breathed out as she tugged his boxers down off his hips.

Harry reluctantly backed away from her body and sat. Hermione reached behind her head and pulled Ron’s face to hers, giving him a deep kiss while he continued to finger her. Harry could see Ron’s hand moving inside her knickers and he wished that there was no barrier to his view. He was feeling left out and he cleared his throat loudly for attention.

Hermione released Ron’s head and walked, with Ron still attached to her, over to Harry. She knelt down between his spread legs. With a last look over her should at Ron, she said, “Ron, take me from behind.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Ron rasped out as he pulled off his boxers and knelt down behind her. Both boys were so fucking horny by now they would have done anything she asked. He leaned over her back, kissing it while he lowered her panties off her hips and helped her out of them.

Hermione looked in Harry’s eyes and watched his expression as she wrapped her fingers around his cock again and took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Harry groaned and put his head back rasping, “Yes… Hermione!”

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Draco watched everything through Hagrid’s window. He had always wondered before if the mudblood was fucking those two. Now he knew it to be true. ‘That’s where she got her experience from,’ he thought.

When he first followed them over here, he just about left when he noticed it was a trip to Hagrid’s hut. He knew those three fancied a friendship with that half-giant and he was disappointed that they were going to call on him instead of sneaking off to do more interesting things. But he decided to take a peek anyway since he had made the trip out here. Now he could see that his hunch was right. They had been up to something. They wanted to fuck! He glanced around the room to see if Hagrid was about and he was relieved when the beast was not present. He had no desire to see those three pleasuring that filthy giant.

As he watched the two boys sandwich Hermione in, he also found that he had no desire to see Potter and Weasley pleasuring Hermione. In fact, it was bothering him for some reason. “That little slut,” he mumbled to himself as he watched Hermione begin to deep throat Harry. Draco’s hand wandered down to his crotch and moved over his cock as he watched.

Then Weasley began to slam into her from behind and Draco found himself growling in anger and frustration. He really couldn’t understand why. He thought perhaps he was still angry at Hermione for what she did to him and it didn’t seem fair that she go unpunished for it. Yes, that was probably it, he thought. He needed to think up his plan of revenge soon, and then he could finally put it behind him.

When her moan of pleasure could be heard through the glass pane, Draco felt his anger building more and more. He couldn’t seem to stop himself from doing what he did next. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Ron through the window saying, “Stupify.” He could hear Ron’s body as it thudded on the floor behind Hermione’s rear end. Hermione gasped and pulled her mouth off of Harry’s cock, whipping her head around to look at Ron.

Draco could see her turn around and examine Ron. He then took this opportunity to stupefy Harry as well, smiling as Potter slumped into the arm chair, his head rolling to the side. Hermione’s head now looked at Harry and Draco felt pleased that he had confused her until she stood and began frantically looking about.

He ducked down beneath the window and quickly made his way behind the hut, pressing himself against the wall and waiting. He heard the door to Hagrid’s hut open on the other side and he peered carefully around the corner to see.

Hermione had come out of the hut, hastily dressed and holding her wand out in front of her. He should have known she would figure out that someone had interfered. She stood still, listening for any sound of movement.

Draco grinned slyly and said, “Expelliarmus.” He loved the surprised gasp that came out of her mouth when her wand flew to him. She now stood facing him in shock and outrage, her chest rising and falling with each angry breath.

“Tut, tut, Granger,” Draco drawled as he stepped out into complete view. “You should know better than to charge out of a house and stand in the open like that. You leave yourself vulnerable to attack.” At the word ‘vulnerable’ Draco had sent a quick look down at her lower regions making her even huffier.

“Give me my wand back, ferret!” she snapped.

“Hmmm… let me think about that one,” he said with a finger on his jaw. “How about… NO!” He let out a vicious laugh at the scathing look she was giving him. “Oh come now, Granger. You didn’t think I’d just hand it over that easy. I’m not a fool. I know you have a lot less scruples than you pretend to have.”

“What?” she asked in surprise. She began to worry about how much Malfoy actually knew. He couldn’t remember that night, could he? ‘No, no,’ she reasoned, ‘he’s just referring to what he just saw with Ron and Harry.’

“You really should have been in Slytherin, you know. Such a devious, sneaky little mind you have,” Draco grinned.

Hermione was so flustered by now that she couldn’t think straight. Time was ticking by and she knew that Ron and Harry needed to be dressed and back in the library before the spell wore off. She didn’t have time to spar with Draco. Draco! Now here was another problem. He saw them! She would have to find a way to alter his memories again before he took off and blabbed what he saw to everyone.

She held out her hand and said, “Accio wand.”

Draco didn’t expect that and had no luck holding on to her wand as it flew back to her hand. He quickly got into dueling stance and pointed his wand at her as she did now to him.

“Bitch!” Draco snarled. “You think you’re so clever.”

But Hermione was clever. As soon as she had her wand back she muttered a spell that Draco did not hear from his distance. She watched as he grew extremely sleepy and fell unceremoniously to the ground, dropping his wand next to him. She walked over to his body and shook her head. “Stupid boy, you should know by now that you’ll never win against me.” She knelt down beside him and pointed her wand at his forehead, removing the memories of the last hour – or so she thought.

She stood, deciding that she needed to take care of Harry and Ron quickly. As she walked back to the hut, she saw Hagrid’s big figure lumbering down the path from the front gates of the castle. She wrung her hands in indecision. There was no time to go back for Harry and Ron! Oh Gods! She left Malfoy where he lay and ran off to the castle, thinking that it was better if she didn’t seem involved in any of it.

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Hagrid entered his home to find Harry and Ron sprawled naked and sleeping in his front room. He looked at Fang who was dozing by the fireplace and bellowed, “What in blazes has been going on in here?”

Fang whimpered as if in apology for not protecting the home better.

At the sound of the giant’s loud voice, Harry stirred in the arm chair and looked about as the scene came into focus. He squinted at the big form of Hagrid before his eyes landed on a naked body lying on the floor. Ron’s body! ‘Why was Ron naked on the floor?’ the thought came to him. Then he glanced down at his own body and found he was naked too! “Oh! Shit!” Harry exclaimed as he floundered for something to cover himself with. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and covered his cock from view. “What! What’s going on?!” Harry stammered in shock.

“I was wondering that same thing!” Hagrid bellowed.

Now Ron pushed up from the floor and looked around. “How? What?” Ron was just as confused. He saw everyone staring at him and he grabbed the hearth rug, pulling it over his bottom half. “What are you two doing to me?” Ron accused. “Fucking sick… perverts…”

Hagrid held up his hands in front of him and said, “Now, just you wait a minute! I just walked in here! I walked in and found you two naked in my house!”

Ron and Harry looked at each other in confusion. “Harry, what’s going on?” Ron asked in alarm.

Harry shook his head and said, “I don’t know. I just woke up too.”

Hagrid threw up his hands and said, “I didn’t know you two were… well… you know. But, I don’t care what you want to do in private and all, just don’t be doing it here!”

“What!” Ron exclaimed, his face going red with anger and embarrassment. “I’m not a fruit! I don’t even remember coming here!”

“Something happened to us, Hagrid,” Harry said. “Someone must have done something…” Harry swallowed, feeling sick to his stomach. Gods! Someone was molesting him and Ron! He looked at Hagrid in confusion for a moment as terrible thoughts filled his mind. Would Hagrid be capable of doing this? Why would we be here of all places?

“Don’t you be looking at me like that, Harry,” Hagrid warned. “I was in Hogsmeade and I got witnesses that saw me there!” Hagrid’s head swung towards the window and he said, “Well, lookie there. What do you think of that?”

Harry held his shirt over his privates as he got up to look out of Hagrid’s window. Malfoy was staggering back towards the castle. “Malfoy!” Harry barked. “That fucker!” Harry grabbed up his clothing and began putting it on in a hurry. Ron took one glance out the window and did the same.

“Now, Harry,” Hagrid said, “I think you should go to Dumbledore first. Don’t be taking the law into your own hands.”

“Yeah, sure,” Ron said, “we’ll tell Dumbledore. But first we need to kill Malfoy!”

“Wait up!” Hagrid said. “You don’t have proof yet.”

The two boys were heading out the door until Harry stopped and turned. “Hagrid, you can’t tell anyone about this, not anyone,” Harry said.

“But we need to tell…” Hagrid started.

“NO!” Harry exclaimed. “No one can know that Ron and I were naked here. Do you realize what that will sound like?”

Hagrid started at him for a few moments and nodded. “All right, Harry.”

Harry and Ron took off at a run with their wands out. Malfoy was going to pay!

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A/N Oh what tangled webs we weave, when first we set out to deceive. (I think that’s how that expression goes.) LOL Well, please let me know your thoughts on this fiction! Hope you’re enjoying it. Let me know.