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Hermione darted into her room to take a shower. As mad as Ron will be, nothing would make him madder then smelling Draco on her. Hermione jumped into the communal showers, and began to furiously suds up her sore body. Her breasts ached simply because Draco had not paid enough attention to them.

Hermione felt someone walk in and sit down. Hermione blinked, squinting through the soap. “Luna?”

“Not, Luna,” purred a familiar male voice.

Hermione rinsed her eyes and opened them. She spotted Harry sitting on the end of the huge spa like tub. His shirt was off, and she could see all of his lean, defined muscles tense as he sat on the edge of the tub. His dark messy hair fell into his luminous green eyes and he had his glasses off. Hermione stared at the long lashes that framed his brilliant eyes and smiled. “Harry, You shouldn’t be in here, of course,” whispered Hermione.

His eyes were fixated on her breasts bobbing under the sudsy water. Hermione floated closer to him, and bobbed under the bubbles.

“He saw you,” whispered Harry, his eyes darkening a bit with anger. Hermione’s stomach dropped and her face grew ashen. She did not pretend to misunderstand him.

“Ron saw you, and he is waiting for you upstairs, he looks crazed. I thought I should warn you. Why did you cheat on him with Malfoy? The little ferret does not care about you. Not the way we do,” murmured Harry. He pushed her wildly, curling hair back from her now very pale face.

“Please Harry, talk to Ron. I am doing for your own good. You trust me don’t you?” Hermione straightened and sat next to him, water and soap dripping off her nipples and down the flat planes of her stomach. Harry grew aroused just watching her.

Hermione studied Harry’s face in a panic, she stretched slightly and she saw the whites of his eyes as they widened. Harry wanted her; perhaps she could convince him to help her. This brash, enduring, heroic boy was her best friend in the whole world, surely he wouldn’t let Ron hurt her. Hermione wet her lips and stared hard at his mouth.

“I do… trust you,” Harry said slowly.

“Ron wouldn’t understand how hard it is to deny the urges that I get. I love Ron. You know that,” Hermione’s eyes filled and she threw her arms around his shoulders, her breasts brushed up against his bare chest, her puckered nipples, erotically teasing the hard planes of his muscles.

Hermione heard Harry suck in a sharp breath at the contact, and she saw him get aroused.

“Harry, If I tell you something, you have to promise never to tell anyone,” Hermione whispered huskily, her nipple teasing his chests and Harry could see the bubbles fading, revealing the apex between her long, silky legs. Harry swallowed hard and nodded. “I promise.”

“During my fourth year, when I served detention with Professor Snape, something happened. I was cataloguing some different vials and one of them spilled onto my clothes. Obviously to tell Snape that this happened would be beyond foolish. So I cleaned it up without his knowledge and left his office. That night, I started to have dreams. I had erotic dreams that involved more then just two wizards using me, but something dozens. I think I ingested a love potion, or a sexual potion of some sort. I cannot stop. Draco is just one wizard I enjoy being used by. You are another Harry,” whispered Hermione shyly.

“I thought it would go away but I spent every night masturbating and exercising this lust building in me. It use to be enough. But now, now after I had sex, I cannot stop with masturbation. It’s not enough!” cried Hermione, and she grabbed his wrist, tucking his hand in between her legs.

“Gods, Hermione,” breathed Harry, his other hand came up to gently brush across her nipples. “I will help you, I wont tell Ron, but eventually he will figure out something is wrong,” he groaned as she pushed him on his back and dipped her head down to his bathing trunks.

Hermione pulled them off of him and his cock sprung out at it, inviting and warm. Hermione panted softly, her mouth coming down over his cock, swallowing his penis, suckling at the tip.

Harry convulsed, and his hand shook as he grasped one of her hard nipples pulling hard. Hermione moaned over his cock, and Harry groaned, feeling the vibrations on his penis. “You are so good at this Hermione,” moaned Harry, his hand coming up to force her head back down, when she tried to rise. “Not yet, good little slut.”

Hermione felt herself cream, as she heard those words gruffly coming from Harry, her best friend, but who now was just another cock using her. Somehow, it was more degrading since he was her friend. Hermione shuddered, and went to work on his cock, slurping, licking and deep throating it, as he held her head hard.

Harry jerked feeling the struggle Hermione was putting up trying to rise and it made him explode, reveling in her struggle. “Not yet, suck harder, sweet little cunt,” hissed Harry, his eyes darkening with lust.

Hermione finally was let up with a gasp and she coughed, falling to her side. Harry stood up, his cock jutting out proudly. Hermione felt a shudder of delight as he towered over her. His cock thrust towards her face. Suddenly Harry slid back into the tub, and he pulled Hermione with him. He turned her around, facing away from him.

Harry whispered, “Spread your legs, good little Mione.”

“Yes Harry,” she whispered tremulously and did as he told her. Hermione could feel the water and bubbles breaking against her throbbing hot pussy and she arched her back, feeling his erection press up between her legs from behind.

Harry guided her slowly towards one of the underwater faucets that was blasting out hot water into the enormous tub. Hermione felt the harsh pressure of the water, stream out in front of her and just the thought of that harsh, pounding flow of water, hitting her clit made her squirm. “Oh Harry, its too harsh,” whispered Hermione fearfully, as he pushed her up against it.

She gasped and arched in panic at the first pounding wave, her orgasm was instantaneous, and Harry grinned.

“Then its perfect for you,” murmured Harry and he bent her low, positioning her from behind, his cock thrust inside her hot, warm center, and her orgasm made her tight, the water almost drying her out inside.

Hermione screamed as he thrust inside of her and she could feel every inch of his cock, stretching tightly inside her. The contrast of his cock and the pounding water, rushing towards Hermione, sent her over the edge and she jerked hard, her palms pressing against the rim of the tub. “Oh Gods!!! It hurts, but it feels so…”

“Amazing?” supplied Ron, who was staring down at her with loathing in his gaze. His beautiful blue eyes were hot with jealousy, lust and rage.

Harry continued to pump inside of her, working her pussy hard, staring at Ron with a dark smile. Harry bit down on her neck, and Hermione moaned, her breasts thrusting roughly against the scratchy cement tile. Ron stripped off his robes and pulled out his thick cock. “You little slut. Fucking anything that moves, aren’t you then? I cant believe I actually said I loved you. I guess I was a fool. What you want and need is this isn’t it?”

Hermione began to cry, the orgasm rolled through from the pounding of the water, and Harry cock thrusting in time with the orgasm wrenching pressure. Hermione sobbed as Harry finally released her and pulled her off the punishing jet of water. Hermione bobbed on Harry’s cock, as Ron slowly crawled into the water, and sat on the edge of the tub.

“No more Harry, it is almost painful to orgasm anymore,” begged Hermione, but Harry shook his head. “You’re not even close to finished yet. Spread your legs again.” Harry pulled out of her pussy and Hermione’s legs trembled as he pushed her towards Ron.

Ron pumped his cock, sitting on the edge of the tub, glaring furiously at her. Blood red hair spilt about his broad shoulders, and his narrow torso was dusted with faint reddish gold hair. He grabbed Hermione by the hair and shoved her mouth down on his cock.

Harry positioned Hermione’s legs spread so the water blasted inside her pussy and Hermione gasped, choking from the sudden weight of that streaming water, fucking her. Harry grinned slightly, and pressed his cock up against her ass. Hermione bucked suddenly, feeling the searing painful stretching in her back passage. Harry ground his hips against her, forcing her to feel the invasion from all sides. Ron’s cock choking her mouth, Harry inside her ass and the water, tunneling inside her sobbing, sore pussy. Hermione screamed and Ron began to laugh.

“Come on now love, it feels good doesn’t it? You really are the perfect girlfriend. I felt bad for using you to get back at Malfoy, but now I realize that you want to be used like that. Such a pretty, little mudblood cunt,” whispered Ron, forcing her head down to swallow the length of his cock.

Harry groaned, the words coupled with the arousing tightness of Hermione’s pert little ass, sent him over the edge and he came inside that tight, pink hole, pummeling her raw. Hermione choked and finally Ron let her up for breath.

“Please Ron, I want to make it up to you,” gasped Hermione, pretty tears spilling down her flushed cheeks.

Ron jerked her up out of the water and planted her next to him. “Stand up,” commanded Ron hoarsely, his fingers splaying across her buttocks, inspecting her swollen parts.

“You have been a very bad slut, Mione,” murmured Ron, while circling her, flicking her nipple, painfully. Hermione shook from the pleasure that she thought impossible after all the times she came.

Ron grinned, flashing a very white smile. “I love how responsive you are. How you constantly look like your ready to be fucked anywhere by anyone. But you wont, will you Mione?” his eyes narrowed and he slapped her buttocks hard. Hermione jumped up at the painful slap.

Ron surveyed his handiwork and smirked. “Perfect ass for fucking, Mione. But you know that don’t you…. All mudbloods like you are good for is fucking.”

Hermione’s cheeks turned pinker and she felt Ron parting her ass cheeks and running his long tapered fingers to her slit from behind. He dipped his fingers inside and shoved them in her mouth, dripping with her own juices.

“Mmph.!” Hermione licked them clean, ashamed at tasting her own pussy on Ron’s fingers. “Proof you are a whore,” whispered Ron cruelly.

“From now on, you will be communal property. I could never love a whore. What would my mom say? Admit it. Say you are our whore. WHOMEVER, we want to share you with, you will do it. Wont you,” demanded Ron, grabbing her hair tightly and Hermione bit her lower lip and nodded.

Harry watched the proceedings tersely, worried Ron might lose it but instead he was punishing her. He knew Ron loved her and this had hurt him deeply, maybe by him whoring her out to whoever he wanted, he would start to love her less. It made sense, if you knew Ron. Harry smiled slightly, covering up his concern.

“Go to bed slut. You have a big day tomorrow,” Ron whispered quietly, turning away from her.

Hermione tried to touch his shoulder and he jerked away from her touch in disgust. Strangely, this had the affect that not all his other words and threats had. Hermione sobbed and fled the bathroom, disgusted with herself.

TBC –


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Um, if you do not like Harry & Ron sex pairings with Hermione, I do not recommend this fic. I know Draco is in here, as will be some other people, but HP/RW/HG are the primary challenge, so I can’t exactly do away with them. LOL.

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