Practice

As the summer progressed, the two youngest Weasley siblings explored their sexual relationship in countless ways, doing different things in different places, regardless of the fact that their mother was there. Sometimes they’d even go at each other with their mother a few feet away, reminiscent of their first time.

However, near the middle of the summer, news of Harry and Hermione coming to visit for the remainder put a damper on their sex all over the house. They figured they’d have to stick with their own rooms, and be as quiet as they could. The first night was tough for both of them. With Harry on a cot in Ron’s room, and Hermione on a cot in Ginny’s, there was zero opportunity for sex.

The next night, however, Ginny couldn’t take it. Wearing only a fairly see-through nightie, she told Hermione that she could take the bed tonight, and, leaving a confused bushy-haired witch behind, left the room. Nearly running down the hall in expectation, she opened the door to Ron’s room without any warning whatsoever.

“What the—“ was Harry’s reaction as the door burst open with a scantily-clad Ginny standing in the doorway.

Ignoring his outburst, she looked at the Boy-Who-Lived with pleading eyes.

“Harry, can you do me a huge favor and sleep in my room tonight. You can take the cot.”

Confused, Harry let out nonsensical sputters, trying to ask why, when Ron interrupted.

“Could you, Harry, please?” He asked.

Without any more argument, Harry moved past Ginny and looked behind him as the door shut immediately. Walking down the hall, he opened the door to Ginny’s room and walked in.

“Harry, what are you doing in here?” Hermione almost shrieked. Wearing only a tight and very revealing spaghetti-strap top and her knickers, she tried to cover herself with her hands while Harry tore his gaze away and looked to the other side of the room, his cheeks burning red.

“Sorry, Hermione, it’s just that Ginny asked me to sleep in here tonight.” Luckily, his averted gaze was pointing straight at the cot, and he walked toward it, gathering a sheet to cover it with.

“Ummm,” Hermione said, thrown off guard, “okay, let me just get under the covers first.”

“Okay, take your time,” Harry replied, sliding onto the cot.

When Hermione said that she was done, he turned his head around to see her in bed, covers pulled up to her chest. Harry couldn’t help but smile at her modesty. He’d seen far more revealing tops in the muggle world, and Hermione’s didn’t really faze him at all.

“Do you mind if I read for a bit Harry? I’ll need a few candles lit.” Hermione asked kindly.

“No, that’s fine, It’ll be dark enough for me,” Harry said, taking off his glasses and trying to get comfortable on the cot.

Silence suddenly filled the room and all that could be heard was the turning of the pages of Hermione’s book. Suddenly, Harry heard faint noises coming from down the hall, and he looked at Hermione to see if she’d heard them. Apparently her fixation to the book had blocked her listening skills, and she hadn’t. Listening harder, he recognized moaning, and realized that it was coming from Ron’s room. Unfortunately, he knew what those moans meant, and with a quiet groan he flipped over in his cot trying to push it from his mind as his dick slowly got harder at the thought. Ron and Ginny were having sex.

With each other. Harry could picture Ginny in his mind’s eye, her long, bare legs covered in freckles, and going up, with even more of them concentrated right in her beautiful cleavage and the tops of her perfect breasts. He saw her body joined with Ron’s, so that you couldn’t tell where her freckles ended and his began. Damn those freckles.

‘Fuck,’ he thought, as his cock got even harder. ‘Why is that so hot?’ He rolled over again, trying to find a position where he couldn’t hear the faint cries. Finally, after turning over a few more times, he noticed that they had quieted.

Unfortunately, Hermione had taken notice of Harry’s tossing and turning.

“Harry?”

‘Uh, oh.’ He thought. However, he said, “Yeah?” and turned his head to look at her.

“Is that cot too uncomfortable? If you’d like, you can share the bed with me.”

Raising his eyebrows at her, she blushed and quickly continued, so as not to make her look like some sort of scarlet woman, as Mrs. Weasley liked to called them.

“I mean, it’s a queen-sized mattress, and I never usually sleep on anything bigger than a twin, so I’ve got all this unused space. And I know for a fact it’s much better than that cot.”

Harry was about to comply when he remembered he still had a hard-on under the sheets. Trying to force it down with the power of his mind alone, he said “Uh, yeah, sure. Why not? Just give me a sec.” After a few seconds, he felt that it had gone down enough to not be noticeable, and got off the cot. Walking up to the bed, he pulled aside the covers on his side, and got in, belatedly realizing he was only wearing a pair of boxers, and that Hermione was wearing just about the same amount of clothing. And she was in the bed with him.

“You sure this isn’t weird?” Harry asked her, getting comfortable in the soft bed.

“What? Harry, it’s fine, I don’t mind. As long as you aren’t in the habit of lying spread-eagle, it’ll be fine.”

Harry laughed and turned to face away from Hermione as snuffed out the candles and settled herself as well.