Interhouse Relations

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes with course language, nudity, and explicit sexuality. Reader discretion is advised.

“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Hey, that’s enough!” Ron complained, finally pulling away from Susan’s tight hold on his ear. “You’re acting like my mum.”

Susan’s mouth fell open. She looked ready to cry at such an insult and Ron cringed. It wasn’t like he meant to imply that she was bossy, domineering and overbearing. She was just acting that way. When Susan and Hannah gasped loudly, Ron realized he must have said all that out loud.

With her hands on her hips, Hannah frowned disapprovingly at the Gryffindor boy. “What’s gotten into you, Ron? You’re acting like a nutter.”

“Me?” he exclaimed. “How am I acting like a nutter? I think I’m the only one acting normal. Harry’s gone spare over… well, never mind. Hermione’s always been mental. Neville’s acting like a loon. And you two, what’s up with dragging me away like that?”

The two girls gave each other curious looks and then tried to dismiss Ron’s question with simultaneous waves of their hands, both trying to tell him that he was imagining things. Opening his mouth to protest, he stopped. His gaping gob made him look like a fish. He really didn’t think he was imagining things, but if he wasn’t, what was Pansy Parkinson doing with her hand in Justin Finch-Fletchley’s arm and running her fingers through his stringy brown hair? That definitely didn’t make sense.

Ron sputtered and waved his hand in the direction of the retreating ‘odd couple’, his incoherent noises making the two girls with him stare at him in confusion, and just a bit of apprehension. The idea that the red haired wizard had been inhaling the wrong kind of potion fumes danced in their minds. That impression only strengthened when they turned to look at what he was pointing at and saw nothing but an empty corridor.

Ron’s shoulders sagged. Of course Hannah and Susan would finally look as Pansy and Justin rounded a corner. Isn’t that what always happened? “Never mind,” Ron sighed.

Blinking several times to clear up the disturbing image of a Slytherin with a Hufflepuff, Ron turned back to the two girls. A sense of unease spread over his face as he noticed the rather amused gleams in their otherwise dreamy eyes. He gulped in mounting fear. That fear intensified as the two witches took a step towards him. Slowly, Ron took a step back.

“Yipe!” he yelped as the girls rushed at him.

“Oh, Ron,” Hannah giggled. “You’re so adorable when you’re nervous.”

Susan tittered, her hand covering her mouth. “It seems like that’s all the time too. It makes it very easy to forgive you for acting so jealous over Hermione and Neville.”

“There is no Hermione and Neville!” Ron yelled angrily.

“But if there is, it isn’t a bad thing,” Susan said evenly. “They make a cute couple, I think. They’re both caring people. Hermione can help Neville along and I think Hermione needs a nice guy to take care of her.”

Ron shrugged grumpily. Susan made a good point. Hermione needed a nice guy. But Neville? That just didn’t seem right. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t want Hermione, do you Ron?” Hannah asked as she stepped closer, pressing her body into his. He could feel her breasts rubbing against his arm as she toyed with his hair. Suddenly, Ron felt very warm. He hoped no one looked down at his trousers. They would see that something was up.

“What do you need boring old Hermione for, when you have me,” Susan said silkily as she too pressed her bosom into his other arm. The lump in his throat grew, a direct correlation with the one in his trousers.

“You?” Hannah cried. “He doesn’t need you. He has me.”

“Oh, come now, Hannah,” Susan laughed. “He doesn’t want a tease. Ron needs a woman who will give him what he wants.”

“I do?” Ron croaked.

“And I suppose you’ll give him what he wants,” Hannah spat, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at her friend. “Slut,” she muttered under her breath.

Sliding her hand over Ron’s trousers, Susan licked her lips and smiled. “Of course.”

Ron coughed a little. Did Susan just admit to being a slut or that she would give Ron what he wanted? Pondering that for a second, the overwhelmed teen couldn’t decide if giving him what he wanted made Susan a slut anyway. It made sense that she agreed then, although Ron had a suspicion she didn’t hear the second part to Hannah’s accusation.

Ron felt his world begin to crumble as the fingers continued to caress his cock through his trousers. Hogwarts melted away leaving only the three of them. He couldn’t believe not one, but two girls seemed to fancy him. It was like they were suffering from a lust potion too. He let out a shuddering breath as Susan slowly pulled his zipper down. His knees wobbled slightly. When Hannah’s hand joined Susan’s in exploration, Ron collapsed to the floor.

The girls laughed, a cacophony of pixyish carolling and reached down to pull him up. “Oh Ron,” Hannah giggled. “Let me get you somewhere more private.”

“Sod off, Hannah. He’s mine. I’m taking him somewhere private,” Susan declared, glaring furiously at her friend.

“The Hell you are. He’s mine.”

“No. he’s mine.”

“Mine!”

“Mine!”

“Mine!”

Ron watched the two girls bickering over him, his head snapping right and then left like he was watching a tennis match. He felt caught in the middle of some gigantic battle. The two Titans were throwing verbal balls of lightning at each other. Ron’s ears quaked. His insides churned. He was scared that they might turn that powerful anger towards him. Girls were scary when they were angry. He may be in Gryffindor, but angry women scared him. That and spiders. It made Ron feel rather small and insignificant.

“I saw him first, Susan,” Hannah declared, her voice bouncing off the walls. Several students glanced down the corridor to see what the fuss was about. Neither girl paid any heed. “He’s mine.”

“Not too likely, you little tart,” Susan snapped. “I noticed Ron noticing me before he gave you any notice at all. He’s mine!”

Standing up straighter, Ron perked up a bit. They were fighting over him. They wanted him. Two girls WANTED him. Instead of feeling small, Ron was beginning to feel bigger and stronger, and harder than ever before. Slowly, a smirk grew on his face. Hannah and Susan wanted him. He was a stud.

“Eat your heart out Harry,” Ron thought smugly.

“What?” the girls snapped, turning to him quickly. The smirk faded slightly. Ron was going to have to control that inner monologue of his.

“Hey. Hey. Hey,” he cut in quickly, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. “There’s no need to fight.”

“But I want you Ron!” Susan exclaimed.

“No. I want you!” Hannah declared. She glowered at Susan and stuck her tongue out at the red haired girl.

“You can both have me,” Ron said enthusiastically. The girls looked at him blankly. The bright smile he wore slowly diminished as the silent seconds ticked by. Nervousness crept into Ron’s heart. He was beginning to think he should have tried to escape while the girls were arguing instead of calling attention to himself.

Susan looked over at Hannah with a calculating eye.

Hannah glanced over at Susan with an appraising look.

They smiled.

Ron held his breath.

“Sounds good to me,” Hannah said brightly, her voice chipper and pleasant. She stepped forward and kissed Ron on the cheek.

“Brilliant idea, Ron,” Susan cheered as she took his hand. “If I have to share you, then who better than with my best friend. Come on, let’s find somewhere to do it.”

“Do it?” Ron squeaked, sounding like his voice was cracking like it did three years ago. He could just imagine Fred and George laughing their arses off at his squeaky voice. Hannah giggled and Susan nodded.

Susan licked her lips, her pink tongue gliding smoothly along her full mouth. Eyes the colour of grass with dew still clinging to the tips, twinkled brilliantly. “I promise not to bite, Ron. Hannah too.”

“Well, not much,” the other girl giggled. She grabbed Ron’s hand and began to pull him along. It was hard work as Ron was still in a state of shock. It took both girls yanking on the Gryffindor’s arm to get him moving.

Not able to believe what was happening, Ron felt his brain disconnect from his body. It had to be some kind of dream. Not too many blokes got the chance to shag two girls at once. Apparently, Ron was going to be able to boast about having a threesome twice. It was just so surreal. As they passed the filling classrooms, watching the other students preparing for their studies, something clicked in his mind. The sound practically vibrated between his ears. Slowly, the noise levelled out and Ron could faintly hear two distinct voices talking incessantly into his ears.

He looked left and blinked in shock, doing a double take. Sitting on his shoulder, wearing very white robes, a shiny gold ring resting jauntily on his head, was George. With a rather squeaky high pitched voice, George excitedly said, “Go on, little brother, don’t be late for class. You don’t want to miss out on all that important information.”

Not to be outdone, Fred appeared on Ron’s right shoulder. He wore a rather garish red dragon hide suit with very long tails that swished and flicked with the miniature twin’s movements. Two little red horns jutted out from his forehead. “Important information, dear brother of mine? I daresay, little Ronniekins would learn much more with these two little vixens.”

“Right you are, blood of my blood, but do you really believe that this ickle Weasley can manage one, let alone two wicked witches?”

“Mayhap yes. Mayhap no. but it will be quite amusing to see,” Fred chortled, his coat’s tails swishing dangerously.

George grabbed Ron’s ear. “Toddle off to class, pipsqueak. Leave the ladies to us,” the tiny twin said with a leer towards Hannah and Susan.

Stopping dead in his tracks, Ron shouted angrily. “NO! They’re mine!”

The noise echoed through the corridor, exceedingly loud in the quiet of the hallway. Most students were now seated in the classrooms preparing for lessons to begin, but upon hearing the thunderous yell from Ron, nosy teens poked their heads out to see what the fuss was about. Ron blushed bright pink as the two girls holding his hands looked up at him with twin mortified expressions.

“What did you say, Ron?” Hannah asked curiously as she poked her ear to try to stop the ringing.

“No time,” Susan hissed as she yanked her friends down the stairs that led to the kitchens. The sweet scent of cinnamon wafted under Ron’s nose and he took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma. It was warmer in this part of the school, the house elves keeping the kitchen fires burning almost constantly, preparing for the meals each day. It was enough to make Ron feel drowsy and comfortable. The only thing that kept him awake was the presence of the two girls with him. He was definitely up.

“Apple dumplings,” Hannah said to the painting of a resigned looking wizard in a barrel. He was holding a single oar as he bobbed up and down in the water at the edge of a waterfall. How he stayed in one place while water swept by was a mystery to Ron, but then again, he didn’t really give it much thought.

The common room Susan and Hannah pulled Ron into was mildly cooler than the hallway, but still quite warm. The large fireplace set in the wall only had a small fire sparkling inside, not even enough to light up the yellow couch and chairs that sat in front. The light came from two large windows on the walls opposite the door and fireplace. Ron wondered how the light could possibly shine down here when they were underground. “Must be enchanted, like the ceiling of the Great Hall,” he thought, and smiled in triumph at that feat of deduction.

He was pushed down into the soft contours of the sofa, and the girls sat on either side of him. Both witches were smiling at him, their lips curled upward. It still unnerved Ron, like a joke everyone else was privy too but him. He opened his mouth to speak just as Susan leaned forward and, to Ron’s utter shock, found her soft red lips covering his. The brave Gryffindor let out a squeak of surprise into her mouth when her delicate tongue touched his.

Just as Ron was beginning to get used to having another person’s tongue in his mouth, Hannah abruptly pulled him away from Susan. The red haired girl let out an irritated growl and tried to yank Ron back, but was slapped away by Hannah.

“Hannah,” Susan said sternly. Her eyes bore into the back of her friend’s head. “I was kissing him.”

Pulling away rather breathlessly, Hannah gave a great gasping sigh. “And now it’s my turn. Really Susan, no need to be so selfish.” the girl closed her lips over Ron’s again.

“Selfish?” Susan gasped. The young woman pouted slightly as she watched the other two sucking face so enthusiastically. She tried very hard to reign in any violent inclinations, but it was hard. When she looked down, Susan noticed something else that was hard. Something significant was straining against the front of Ron’s trousers. Smiling to herself, the red haired girl figured Hannah could continue to duel with Ron’s tongue. She was going to have a go with his broom stick.

Ron gasped into Hannah’s mouth and felt her sigh happily against him. His noises however were more from the fact that his prick was being yanked from his pants rather hurriedly. When a warm wetness engulfed his swelling member, the wizard lost all thought. It amused him as he realized that losing all thought didn’t take much nowadays. He just hoped this wasn’t a dream.

At Ron’s increasing moans, Hannah pulled back slightly and looked into his flushed face. His eyes were closed and it seemed he hardly noticed she was now not kissing him. Frowning in irritation, the blonde girl looked down. She huffed at the sight of her friend’s head bobbing up and down in Ron’s lap. Susan was distracting Ron from her!

“Susan!” she cried. “No fair!”

A muffled giggle came from between Ron’s legs but it soon changed to gagging. Susan pulled away from the red swollen cock and wiped at her mouth proudly. “You wanted to kiss him. So go right ahead. I’m fine down here.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Hannah informed her friend. Before Susan could reclaim Ron’s cock, Hannah slid down and pushed the other girl out of the way.

Ron, just about to open his eyes to see why the wonderful sucking had stopped, let his eyes roll back into his head again as Hannah’s pouty lips sucked him in. “Bloody Hell,” he groaned. The suction on his prick seemed to want to pull his brain out into the hungry mouth. He shivered, his body shuddering violently.

“Hannah,” Susan yelled angrily. “Damn you. You’re so pushy.”

Hannah was really beginning to vex Susan. The blonde bimbo thought she had designs on Ron only because she was partnered with him. “It was me he noticed first,” Susan thought angrily. Running her fingers through her fiery red hair, Susan smiled wickedly. Red was the colour of passion and lust. She had it. Ron had it. Hannah did not. Susan gave her hips a little shake. She would show Hannah what passion was all about.

While Hannah slurped and sucked Ron’s cock, her mewling muffled by a full mouth, Susan quickly stripped out of her clothes. The girl cast a nervous glance towards the entrance to the common room with her hands poised over her knickers. It wouldn’t be good to be caught with her pants down. A loud groan rumbled from Ron’s lips, bringing her attention back to the matter at hand. Or mouth, in Hannah’s case. She wasn’t going to let that bottle blonde have all the fun. With renewed determination, Susan quickly slipped her panties off. Even though the common room was exceptionally warm, the Hufflepuff witch shivered. Her nipples, such light pink that they were almost the same colour as her skin, were hard and extended. She gave them a tiny tweak. Now she was ready to play.

Ron was lost to the pleasure. He couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to. If his cock was the only thing straight for the remainder of his life, he could live with that. Well, as long as someone was sucking his brains out through it. Right now, Hannah was doing a bang up job. What more could a bloke ask for?

That answer came as the sofa dipped slightly as Susan stepped onto the furniture. Ron’s eyes snapped open and the sight that greeted his glassy eyes almost choked Hannah. The thrilled teen bucked his hips up suddenly. Thankfully, he managed to hold in his orgasm. It would have been rather sticky trying to explain the untimely demise of such a talented and dedicated cock sucker, er student. But who would blame him for the sudden thrill of seeing the soft red curls of a succulent and tender pussy directly in front of his face. Ron’s tongue seemed to swell inside his mouth as all went dry. All moisture seemed to be collected within Susan’s swollen lips. Ron was mesmerized. He watched a bead of the girl’s sweet love juice drip down her pussy, cling to a rich red bush and spiral along a curly strand, like a roller coaster at a muggle amusement park. Ron couldn’t help but open his mouth and draw his tongue out. He needed to drink to survive.

Susan watched Ron slowly lean forward, like a man possessed, inexplicably slow. With an impatient moan, she fisted his shaggy hair and pulled his mouth to her needy lips. Both teens gasped at the contact.

Hearing the delirious sounds of pleasure above her, Hannah glanced up. Her eyes went wide in surprise and she gasped also. “Hey!” she protested, abandoning her hungry feast on Ron’s cock, letting the hard prick slip from her mouth and slap against his belly. His hips continued to rock forwards as if he was still being suckled by some phantom mouth.

The blonde Hufflepuff narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t about to let Susan divert Ron’s attention away from her. With a speed that seemed to break the sound barrier, Hannah’s clothing hit the floor with a rather loud crack that rattled the windows. None of the three teens seemed to notice the magic that crackled around them. It was charged feverishly, a carnal energy that the they were all a slave to.

Naked, Hannah ran her hands over her body. She cupped her pert breasts and rubbed her nipples softly. The tingling felt wondrous, like a light breeze blowing over her skin. The feeling cascaded down her body and intensified between her legs, flooding her pussy with her pleasure and excitement. She sank a finger inside her and teased her body. She couldn’t wait to have Ron’s tongue on her clit. All she had to do was remove Susan.

Reaching out, Hannah grabbed her friend’s hips and attempted to pull her away from Ron’s lapping tongue. “Step aside, Susan,” she urged, her voice deep and throaty. “It’s my turn now.”

“Sod off!” Susan exclaimed. “I’m not done.”

“But,” Hannah began. Her protest turned to a growl of anger. Best friend or not, Susan had some nerve. The blonde witch’s fuming fizzled away quickly when she spied Ron’s prick twitching against his stomach. If Susan wanted the Gryffindor’s tongue, then so be it. Without a second thought, Hannah plunged herself onto the throbbing member. A cry like that of a lost animal ripped from her throat and she reached forward, seeking anything to hold onto.

Susan let out a shriek as she felt another set of hands on her hips and a sweaty forehead press against her arse. She twisted around to see her friend clinging to her ass. “Hannah?” she asked breathlessly. “Are you alright?”

Raising her face to look at Susan, Hannah grimaced slightly as she ground her hips onto Ron, who groaned into Susan’s curly bush, which in turn made Susan gasp in pleasure. The common room was exceedingly hot and the smell of arousal filled the room. “Oh Susan,” Hannah whispered reverentially. “Oh God, Susan. I’ve never felt so full. I’m going to burst.” The blonde girl raised herself over Ron’s cock and dropped back down swiftly again and again. Her moans were echoed by the lucky guy under her and Hannah fell forward, her face firmly pressed between the cheeks of Susan’s bum, who squeaked in surprise. The three teens were one and on their way to sweet oblivion.

Hannah continued to bounce on top of Ron, and her pants and gasps blew directly onto Susan’s little puckered ass. It was an odd feeling and one Susan wanted to explore more, but when she pushed back the contact on her clit fell away. She had to arch forward again. It was a losing battle. Susan felt her body struggle to find pleasure and not know which way to turn. “Ahhh!” she cried as the touch of a wet tongue slid around her puckered hole. Never in her life had Susan had two warm wet tongues touching her. Ron slurping over her clit was electric. It made every nerve in her body sing, while Hannah’s slippery tongue felt oddly relaxing, almost like being in a soothing bath. The warmth all around her surrounded the young woman and her knees buckled.

Suddenly there was a lot of pussy in Ron’s mouth. Almost too much for him. He had to grab the girl’s hips and push her back slightly to dislodge his tongue from the hot sweet crevice it was wedged into. Drinking her coursing honey was a top priority but breathing had to come above it. Things wouldn’t go well if he drowned between Susan’s soft hips.

The tight cunt bouncing on his cock continued to torment him. Ron could feel his strength ebbing. He was falling victim to his rising pleasure. It wouldn’t be long before he came in a cataclysmic eruption that would most likely make his head fall off. Needless to say, he didn’t want that to happen anytime soon. He was having too much fun.

“Oh yes,” Susan whispered as her body began to tense up. Her fingers tightened in Ron’s hair. She pushed her hips forward and then back, not knowing what tongue was giving her more pleasure. The young woman wanted both. “More. Please, more!”

“Fuck me!” the red haired witch screamed, her oath filling the room as she was attacked by two tongues simultaneously. Ron raked Susan’s clit furiously, his lips covering her overheated sexual centre, while Hannah plunged her slippery tongue as deep into Susan’s ass as she could. The resulting earthquake that shook all three teens was the result of Susan’s orgasm taking away her ability to stand. She collapsed over Ron, pushing his head back and his hips to raise, keeping his head attached to his body. A hard cock was jammed further into Hannah’s body than ever before, hitting places never before touched. It hurt. It seared. It sent the blonde girl rocketing to a body wrenching orgasm. Hannah screamed into Susan’s ass.

Two girls screaming would normally cause Ron’s cock to turtle faster than a snitch could fly, but this time there was no escape. Hannah’s pussy clung to his swollen prick so hard he saw stars, bright white sunbursts that blinked out of existence as quickly as they appeared. The resulting black hole of pleasure seemed to suck Ron’s soul out of his body.

Susan plopped down onto the couch, sprawled lewdly. She fanned her hands in front of her face. “Shit, Hannah,” she said between large gulps of air. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Carefully, Hannah slipped from Ron’s sagging penis and slowly crumpled to the floor. She panted heavily as she stared up at the ceiling. “Me either,” she commented.

“What made you… do that to me?”

“Huh?” Hannah asked in a daze. “Oh. I don’t know. I hadn’t planned it.”

“Oh,” Susan replied, sounding disappointed.

The two girls didn’t move. Their breathing finally began to calm. Ron began to snore. “Ron’s asleep again,” Susan remarked sourly.

“Really?” asked Hannah. She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Typical.”

Author\'s Note: sorry it\'s taken so long for another chapter to come out. for some strange reason this chapter was very difficult to write. it just wouldn\'t come out easily. i had to rewrite it twice before i was even remotely satisfied with. i even almost rewrote it again. there are times when you just have to say enough\'s enough and let it go, so that is what i\'m doing. i hope it has some redeeming qualities in it. the sex is back at least.

lovethelab - yep, the school is out of sorts. people are beginning to act strange and the social structure is out of whack. hey, that\'s a good line. i might use it hehe. thanks for the review. keep them coming.

Booklvr2003 - i don\'t think i\'m going to include the faculty in the fun and games, although some will make an appearance here and there. and as of this chapter the sex is back!

ShadowSSnape - thanks so much. i\'m glad you\'re enjoying it.

rasha - sorry you had to miss the sex. i hadn\'t planned on any no sex chapters, but it was unavoidable. but for the next few chapters there will be some sex. hope that appeases you.

Chance - it\'s so nice to know that you like the story and are following it. here\'s the more you were waiting for.

anonmus - i can see you\'re very excitable. and like to talk a lot. at least it\'s all good. thanks for your enthusiasm. i appreciate your support.