Sexual Tension at Grimmauld Place

Chapter 7 (finally finished 9-8-2008)

Mmmmm, Sorry smurff! I forgot a little about my own story for a while there. But your recent reviews have pushed me to finish. It is not everything I want it to be, but here is Chapter 7....I won't spoil the rest.

As for the rest of you....read, enjoy, and REVIEW!


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Hermione apparated beside a large Elm with a 'pop' with a still-woozy Ron clutching her arm. Seconds later a second 'pop' and Harry also appeared a few meters away with Ginny in tow.

Clutching his spinning head and bracing himself against the tree Ron looked at their surroundings. "How much more of this do we have to do?" This had been the foursome's seventh consecutive disappatation/apparation in under five minutes follow a series of portkey that they had followed throughout the early morning and day.

“Ronald!” Hermione answered for was seemed like the hundredth time. “You know as well as I do that this was all necessary for us to make sure we would not be followed.”
Ginny looked at her brother with a bit of annoyance, “Yeah, you git. You helped set up the whole system of portkeys”

Apparently the older Weasley’s head was too clouded to fully appreciate the insult from his sister, “Well, yeah, but I didn’t set them all, and I had no idea there would be so many.”

Once free of the wards that prevented apparation inside the walls of number 12 Grimmauld place, each had successfully disapparated away to the agreed upon location in a small clearing just behind Hargrids Hut. As each knew the location, they could all rendezvous at that point before continuing on according to the pre-laid plans. Harry, never a fan of the feeling of apparation raised his head to speak in a tired tone, “We did discuss this, you know, mate.

This way no one would be able to know all the steps we would take to the final location.”
Over the course of several long hours the group had traveled, sometime as pairs, sometime together. Each port-key had been timed to activate one hour after the previous one, and each apparation point was similarly warded to only allow travel at a set time interval.

From the battle at Number 12 each of the four had made no less than 20 different hops and they now found themselves in the middle of what appeared to be an expansive forest.

Although the trees grew thickly together it was much less somber that the Forbidden Forest, and certainly farther north considering the covering of snow at their feet.

“Well, I would just like to know when we arrive so I can throw up and then get some dinner….” Ron whined. Unlike the rest of the group, Ron's preferred method for calming his stomach and headache was to actually eat more food.

Ginny and Harry looked at Ron with expressions of disbelief.

"We're here." Hermione said softly, filling her lungs with fresh cold air to try to shake off the light effects of the apparation and the adrenalin that was still running through her veins.

"Really?” Ron also took a moment to look around, bracing himself as a fierce gust of wind gathered the fresh snow into the air, driving it against his robes. “Great! Let's just get in the tent and get something to eat."

"Just wait a second while I finish these wards and incantations," Hermione said as she had started rushing around to all four corners of the campsite muttering the same magical words over and over. "You three should really follow me so you can help next time."

"Next time?" Ron complained. "Once you've got everything in place, these wards should hold for months. My mum and dad reinforce their spells on the burrow at each equinox." Ron watched as a harried Hermione turned to face him, casting a spell off her left shoulder.

"Cave Inimicum!" Hermione said and a white spell burst from her wand, seeming to form a protective bubble around their current position, while blending in with the rest of the incantation she had put in place. "Ron," she started as if preparing to give a lecture, "I doubt your parents have Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort trying to track their movements and break into the Burrow. Every magic family already knows where to find your house. We're dealing with a much more pressing problem.

Harry made mental notes of what spells Hermione was casting then set down his heavy pack. He quickly waved his wand in looping arcs and at once causing the tent to unfold, then unfolded again and finally, even though there didn’t seem to be any more creases in the fabric, unfold a final time. The whole structure hovered a few inches over the ground, seeming to be looking for just the right place for touchdown before planting itself firmly in the hardened ground. The thin material of their temporary home blew violently in the cold wind but appeared to be quite solid as the stakes had magically dug themselves deeply into the frozen ground.

Without hesitation the foursome entered the protection of their new home, each in turn ducking their heads then standing in the middle of the main room. The tent, although magical, was nonetheless still substantially smaller than Grimmauld Place. "Well, it'll be cozy," offered Ginny, nuzzling closer to Harry to shake off the bitter cold outside and to accentuate her point.

The group walked slowly around there enclosure, which did indeed seem surprisingly stable given the howling wind that continued blow unnaturally cold outside. Despite being shabby in some places, in true Weasley form the kitchen area of the tent was the most spacious area. Even more importantly, it was well stocked. Hermione had made sure to add as many reserves as possible to the cabinets and other storage spaces just in case a quick getaway was necessary.

Seeing the cooking area refocused Ron, who had still been in the process of recovery from their recent travels. "Hermione!" he said with a grateful laugh and a twinkle in his eye, "We've got enough food here to last for a whole year! I love you, Hermione," his eyes becoming large and puppy-like with his last comments.

"Ummm, thanks, Ron." Hermione acknowledged his words, though she surmised that they had more to do with the plentiful stores ripe for the plundering than with her considerable effort in planning.

Ron continued to open various cabinets, and boxes, hardly seeming to believe his eyes as the others watched in amusement, happy to have a bit of comic relief. After a few minutes, Ron started gathering up a hefty supply of ingredient.

"Stand back everyone," he announced in a voice for a far larger audience than was currently present. "I Ronald Weasley the....err...First, I guess.... Shall now show my appreciation for Hermione's heroic work in fully stocking this kitchen by preparing an equally heroic meal."

"Here, here!" bellowed Harry, in an equally loud voice.

Having seldom seen her brother in the kitchen before, let alone cooking, Ginny was somewhat less enthusiastic. However she was more than ready to leave the task to him if he wanted it, as she flung herself onto the sofa. “I’ll just be over here, out of harm’s way and with a shield charm at the ready if you don’t mind.”

Ron hardly noticed her words as he had already started to tear open a collection of different vegetables and spices. Hermione also had little energy left for planning a dinner and soon joined Ginny, stopping to grab a large leather-bound book from her backpack before sitting down.

Harry, of his part, seeing the girls relaxing, did his apparently 'manly' duty of moving their various belongings into the small closet just to the left of the main entrance. He then proceeded to light a fire in the small fireplace using the wood that had been gathered just 2 weeks ago for that purpose. Soon the intermingling smells from the fire and the kitchen had everyone noticeably more relaxed.

Upon finish his tasks, Harry felt the fatigue from the past day settle over him. The stress of the past 24 hours, and the imminent danger they had all been under, lead Harry remember he and Ron’s secret addition to the provisions, “Hey, who wants a shot of fire whiskey?”

Ginny whipped her head around, raising her hand as if back in class. "I don't remember packing any alcohol," said a surprised Hermione. She nonetheless took one of the four small glasses floating in the air that Harry had conjured.

Ron looked up from his preparation long enough to wink at Hermione, "Well, us guys did a little planning ourselves, you see. No since going up against You-Know-Who without a stiff drink..."

“Cheers to that,” Harry said as he finished pouring the reddish liquid into everyone’s glass, filling his last. He raised it briefly around the room and threw the contents down his throat in one movement.


After about an hour of lounging around, and just as the girls were getting impatient for dinner, Ron's voice issued forth from the kitchen "Dinner is served." This announcement was met with a scrambling of feet as everyone hurriedly took their place at the table.

"It smells delicious, Ron," said Hermione watching as he served first the large pieces of meat then what appeared to be a rich sauce that had filled the room with a most wonderful odor.

"Thanks!" Gushed Ron at all the attention. "Go on then, or I'll get cold." Soon everyone dug into their hot dinner. Soon, not only was the group inhaling their meal, they were also taking deep gulps of the butter beer that Ron had passed around, also from their secret supply in the magical refrigerator.

“Woah,” giggled Ginny. “I was already feeling the whiskey on an empty stomach.”

“Well, I do believe that somewhere in my potions book….Hermione correct me if I’m wrong here,” Harry slurred slightly, nodding to Hermione as he took another gulp from the bottle. “….something along the lines of liquor before beer, in the clear!”

Hermione cocked her head to one side as if considering this statement, “No doubt more advice from the Half-Blood Price,” she huffed. “Although perhaps in this case I believe he is correct.”

“Excellent!” chipped in Ron, cramming another forkful of dinner into his mouth and washing it down with another gulp.

An hour passed at the table finishing off the remainder of dinner and the dessert that followed. This was followed by another long period of time discussing their situation and planning next move. The clock on the wall sounded 2 am and Ginny rose to fetch yet another round of butter beers and passed them around to the group.

Harry eyed the list of possible Horcrux locations that seemed to blur in and out of focus. He swung his head around in search of his glasses, only to be hit by a wave of dizziness that made the entire room waver before his eyes. He then clumsily brought his hand to his face and realized his glasses were still on his nose. Hermione and Ginny had watched the whole fit and were now roaring with laughter. It was more than obvious that everyone was now past any point of logically plotting the next move.

“Well, um, Harry,” Hermione giggled, “maybe we should get you to bed and take up this enthralling conversation in the morning.

Harry looked sideways around the room. “I knew they were on my head, you know. I was just straightening them,” he slurred.

“Right, mate,” snorted Ron, “and I’m the Minister of Magic!”

"Well, there not much more to do now other than to get a good night's rest," concluded Ginny, wobbling to her feet. She reached for Harry, attempting to drag him off to the bathroom to get dressed.


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The two couples proceeded to get ready for bed. Each, taking their turn in the bathroom to get changed into pajamas, and then returning. Harry looked over at Hermione, who returned his eye contact as if acknowledge that being so modest was almost laughable at this point. Of course, since Ron still knew nothing of what had been happening, it was best to play coy for the moment.

"Well, goodnight," said Hermione, glancing over at Harry and Ginny as the two pulled the covers over themselves.

"Goodnight," the pair responded in unison. Harry’s head seemed to stop spinning after settling into a more stable horizontal position.

Ginny felt Harry’s warm body next to her and moved in closer. "I’m glad we get to sleep together tonight, Harry," Ginny whispered in the near darkness. She pulled the blanket close around her and leaned her head back to accept a hug from Harry, who had nuzzled in behind her.

"I’m glad to have you next to me too, Ginny. Some parts of you more than others, if you know what I mean," he whispered back into her ear as he silently patted her butt with his hand. His warm breath caused Ginny to shiver back against Harry's muscled body.

Meanwhile, across the room, Ron tossed back and forth a few times in an effort to get comfortable on the rusted springs and thin bedding. "Bloody hell, it's a wonder anyone actually slept on these old mattresses,” Ron announced to the room at-large. “I wish we could have gotten a hold of my parent's tent. Now there was a proper bed."

"I don't know, Ron," piped Ginny, "it not that bad." As she said this she squirmed a little bit more into Harry's warm body, as they spooned together. Seeing Ron's watchful and somewhat disapproving glare she quickly added, "At least we're not out in the forest with You-Know-Who still hunting us."

Ron grunted back at her words and tried not to notice how much a clearly-drunk Harry seemed to be enjoying Ginny's closeness. Not only did it make him feel protective, but it was also making him horny in his pickled state. Compounding the problem was the fact that he knew that he and Hermione wouldn't be able to do anything while in the same room as Harry and Ginny.

"And besides," joked Harry out loud, pausing from nibbling discreetly on Ginny's ear lobe, "how much sleep do you think your brothers got when they were off camping with their girlfriends these past summers?" Harry's words slurred slightly as he had imbibed more than his fair share of the beer earlier.

Hermione and Ginny tried to suppress their laughter at Harry's joke and his garbled words. Both indeed wondered what Fred and George had gotten up to in these very same beds in the past few years. "I'd rather not think about THAT, thank you," scoffed Ron. "Now, I'm glad I was in charge of making sure all the beds had fresh linen last week."

Hermione gently squeezed his hand but ribbed him on final time. "Well after all the drinking and eating, I expect nothing but the Dark Lord himself could prevent Ron from sleeping and snoring tonight...." she joked.

Ginny and Harry laughed again at the truthfulness in her words, "Well, I guess we all need a good night sleep." Ginny concluded.

"Oh, I almost forgot, “Harry added in a surprisingly clear voice. “I enchanted the lights so they'll alert us of any disturbances during the night," he explained before briefly reaching for his wand and thinking ::nox::.

“Cool,” said Ginny, impressed with her boyfriend’s skills, even when drunk….maybe there were still some possibilities this evening….

“Good job, Harry!” seconded Hermione.

“Goodnight,” everyone said in unison.

The room was immediately dark, suffused with only the feeble rays of the crescent moon that weaved in and out of the fast-moving clouds. The reflections from the fresh snow outside and wind-blown branches served to cast a mix of deep ominous shadows around the room. The drop in temperature for the past day was severe

Hermione reached her hand behind her and quickly slipped in under Ron's shirt, slowly rubbing his full stomach and chest. "That really was a wonderful dinner," she reassured him.

“Hmmm, thanks, Mione,” Ron mumbled, fully enjoying her soft touch.

"I hope I'm not going to disturb your sleep by doing this..." she mumbled back to him as she rubbed small circles on his stomach and chest. “It’s just that I want to feel close after everything that happened.”

Perhaps because of the dancing of the pale figures on the wall or the remaining danger that they were still running from, Ron was not immediately asleep and snoring as usual. It might have also been the fact that he and Hermione had not had time alone for two days. The amount of alcohol had had during dinner had him feeling more than a little horny. So there he was, still awake, and concentrating on Hermione's smooth skin, as if already in a pleasant dream. “That’s fine Mione.”

Ron felt as Hermione's fingers played over the muscles on his stomach that he now tightened for added effect. Ron couldn't help but return the favor, wrapping an arm around her waist, playfully searching for her belly button. "As long as you don't mind a little belly rub yourself," he whispered. "Actually, it’s nice to have you close on such a cold and dreary night," admitted Ron, sighing lighting in contentment and moving closer to Hermione in the bed.

Across the room Ginny was also still very much awake as a potent mix of hormones and booze raced around in her body. Unable to relax enough to fall asleep after the stress of the day, she tossed back and forth, finally settling as Harry held her tightly. Ginny snuggled her body back against Harry, feeling a familiar hardness in his pants. "Someone's having a HARD time falling asleep," she mumbled playfully, surprised by his aroused state.

Through his cloudy mind Harry could hardly ignore the pleasant feeling of Ginny’s body pressed against his own, and his penis began to respond appropriately. Realizing he would soon need to get up to pee, Harry also continued to nibble on her earlobe in the darkness to pass the time. "Are you talking to me? Because I'm completely innocent," Harry pleaded silently. "It's got a mind of its own, you know."

“You’re right, I wasn’t talking to you,” Ginny whispered back jokingly. “Why don’t you just go to sleep and leave us alone together…”

“Can I at least watch?” Harry asked. He reached around and gently cupped one of Ginny’s tits though the soft material of her night-shirt. “Maybe I can have something to play with to pass the time? I’m going to get up to take a piss like you wouldn’t believe in a little while anyway,” he admitted.

“You’re a real charmer sometimes, Harry Potter,” she giggled softly, adjusting her body so their bodies molded together as one.

Across the room Ron felt Hermione’s soft caresses, and his mind, against his will, started to vividly imagine what his brothers might had done in this very room. They were always very excited to go off on their camping trips, away from their ever-watchful mother, he remembered. It was well known are Hogwarts that the twins had romanced more than their share of girls in their time. These new thoughts and images in his head had Ron wide awake as he absent-mindedly allowed his hand to wander, slowly tracing the underside of Hermione's breasts.

Hermione felt Ron's continued restlessness and also how his caresses were becoming more sensual in the darkened room. Feeling a bit naughty, she reached under her night shirt and guided Ron's hand to cup her tit. "How about that, Ron? Are you more comfortable now?"

"Better, now," he admitted with a smile evident in his tone. He hadn’t realized he was turning Hermione on, but then again he was not surprised that she was feeling as horny as he was.

As her eyes adjusted to the gloom of the room, Hermione watched the crisscrossing shadows on the ceiling as Ron gently massaged her breasts. In muted light she could just barely see the outline of Ginny and Harry's bodies under the covers a few feet away. Gazing for several long seconds she saw nothing but shadows cast by the trees outside. 'Was that the shadows or Ginny?' she wondered to herself.

Indeed, across the room, Ginny pushing her body back against crotch was too much of a temptation in Harry’s inebriated state. Shifting his weight slightly Harry carefully whispered into Ginny's ear, "I get the impression that you like this position for more than just keeping warm, Ginny Weasley," as he gently moved his hips, pressing his expanding bulge forward. He felt as the silky material of his boxers caught around the swelling shaft and started to work its way between Ginny's butt cheeks.

“I think it’s you who likes this position a little too much,” countered Ginny, returning the favor, now earnestly playing at trying to capture the girth of Harry’s pole in her ass crack.

Harry looked across the room wondered if the other couple would be able to see any of the movement he and Ginny were making, not that he truly cared in the darkness. "Be quiet,” he cautioned, intentionally wetting Ginny’s ear with his tongue, “I can't hear Ron snoring yet so he's probably still awake." The slur in his words making it hard to take Harry seriously.

Ginny looked hard, but a cloud had obscured the moon, cutting off any hope of seeing in the gloom. "Do you think," she said excitedly, reacting to Harry’s wet tongue as it tickled her earlobe and neck. "What do you think he's up to, that brother of mine? I can't see anything.” Ginny turned to plant a wet kiss on Harry’s forehead. “What do ya’ think, Harry, do you suppose he’s got his pecker in Hermione’s warm ass crack too?" she asked devilishly.

Harry felt as Ginny started to clench and relax her muscles as she spoke. Despite his excessive drinking he was almost fully hard as his shaft absorbed the warmth of her body and his mind processed the vivid imagery of her last question. Suddenly, any latent concern of being seen was replaced by the reverse possibility of catching Ron and Hermione fooling around. “Um, I hope so…” he smiled contentedly.

“Me too!” she matched his excitement.

“Wouldn't you like to find out," Harry teased. Turning himself on with these thought, he reached down under the strap of Ginny's pajamas and started to run his fingers through her fine pubic hair. "Maybe he’s even got a few fingers between her legs right now, huh?"

Back under their own heavy blankets, Hermione felt as Ron's hand explored her chest more freely now, his palm slowly grating over her sensitive nipples. She shivered at the contact, feeling her areolas tighten up as her nipples hardened. "That's not exactly helping me sleep, Ronald," she turned to tell him under the covers, her hair falling over his face, "but it is keeping me pently warm so please don't stop."

"I wasn't planning to," he joked and spooned her more closely, letting her feel his growing excitement. "I guess it will be a little longer until I’m sleeping and snoring like you said, hey Mione?"

Surrounded by darkness, images of what she had shared with Ginny and Harry just before their escape came back to Hermione. Smirking at how she was getting so aroused again, she glided her hand under Ron's pajama strap and over his buttocks, pulling him firmly to her. In her alcohol-charged imagination she remembered how turned on she was at the sight of Harry’s dick. She worked her hand in progressively longer circles reaching his hips and around to his thigh, all the while thinking of what Ginny and Harry might be doing across the room.

As the range of Hermione’s massage expanded, her roaming fingers eventually bumped into Ron's hardness. In her dreamlike state she hadn’t noticed how her hand had strayed, but now she entertained no thought of pulling back and instead extended her arm and closed her grip around Ron's pole. "Hmmm, I guess you really aren’t in any condition to fall asleep, Ron,” she commented.

“Bloody, hell,” he whispered in surprise, as her hand gave a firm squeeze to his pole.

Hermione smiled to herself, “Oh, don’t worry,” she responded lightly to his surprise, “I’ll take good care of it. I don’t think I’ll be ready to fall asleep for a while yet either....and now that I’ve got something to entertain me…."

Harry continued to play with Ginny's trimmed pubic hair, running his nails over the trimmed curls in the wrong direction, and then guiding his fingers back down either leg. As he slowly stimulated her skin, Harry made sure not to give the little redhead too much pleasure, at least for now.

Feeling Harry's hardness in her back, coupled now with his teasing massage in front, Ginny was dying for more, and getting wetter by the second. Parting her legs to allow Harry better access she quickly coughed to try and cover the sound of the moving sheets. "Touch me, Harry. Put your finger inside me."

"Are you sure," Harry asked quietly, cupping his hand over her mound now but making no additional contact. He did however make sure to apply more pressure from behind with his stiffness leading the way. “The others could still be awake, you know.”

Ginny reached down herself, mashing Harry's hand flat against her cunt. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure," she joked in a desperate hush, holding his hand until she felt him bend his middle finger and aim it towards her wetness. The bed they were resting on creaked slightly as Ginny jolted herself desperately back against Harry’s hand and pointed digit, forcing it inside. "Fuck," she swore under her breath hoping the blowing wind had covered the sound.

Ron’s ears perked up at the movement across the room, but hardly registered the noise as anything more than Harry’s usual tossing and turning. Given that amount of alcohol he felt in his own body, he figured Harry must be having some interesting dreams himself, and thought nothing more of it as he concentrated on Hermione's hand now lightly massaging his pole.

Hermione, however reasoned differently, and was almost certain that with the amount of beer they all had with dinner Ginny and Harry would be sure to fool around before nodding off. She now became even more excited at the possibility of finishing the fun they had started at Grimmauld Place. As she recalled Harry’s beautiful organ, which she had held just the other day, Hermione realized she hadn’t even had the chance to cum. Now hornier than ever, and her hand still wrapped tightly around Ron’s shaft she concentrated deeply on the similarities and differences between his cock and Harry’s.

It wasn’t long before more faint rustling could be heard across the room during a lull in the blowing wind. As a new gust hit the tent's exterior Hermione shifted positions surreptitiously, pushing her underwear down her legs and off. She guided Ron’s hand down below her navel into her pubic hair then kept going until the tip of his middle finger was pushing down on the hood of skin covering her clit.

Ron registered that no fabric had impeded his path. "Are you sure?" he asked, surprised by Hermione’s boldness in their shared quarters and wondering if she would be able to hide her response to his stimulation. "Do you think you can be quiet enough?"

"I think I might be able to," she said, pumping her hand more firmly on his throbbing shaft to aid his decision. She remarked how Ron’s meat had twitched in her hand as she guided his hand between her legs. “I’d be more worried about you."

Ron quickly took the hint and set his concerns aside for the moment, “well it IS dark,” letting his hand roam further between her legs. This was going to be difficult, he thought to himself as he felt her juices cover his finger and longed to taste her. He had been so used to being as loud and energetic as possible, and now he could hardly make a movement lest he alert his sister and Harry.

“Yeah, Ron, just like that,” complemented Hermione, feeling the pulsing of blood in Ron’s organ respond as he explored the folds of her cunt with his fingers.

Ron hoped that maybe Hermione would be capable of controlling herself and allowed his finger to feel its way along Hermione's slit, parting her lips and spreading her juices all over. "Shit, 'Mione, you're soaking wet," Ron whispered in astonishment as he let his lubed digit sink into her grasping hole.

"My pussy's just as wet as your dick is hard," she commented in a soft moan. Hermione curled herself up further to push her pussy down on Ron's hand. This time it was Hermione and Ron's bed that creaked, and Harry and Ginny both heard the sound of the complaining springs.

Ron cursed his brothers' stupid tent, but also became concerned again that Hermione showed no intention of stopping. "Try not to make so much noise." he admonished her lightly, though making no effort to remove his own hand from her juicy snatch.

Responding to Ron’s chiding, Hermione worked her fingers on the sensitive underside of his dick, picturing the area just before the head and the sensitive glands, and concentrated her attention tracing small circles. She turned back extending her tongue, finding Ron's mouth and kissing him deeply. "You mean try to be quiet, but in a ‘don't let go of my cock kinda’ way' don't you Ron," she taunted him.

“Mmmm” As he felt what Hermione was doing to his dick Ron thought again of his brothers, George and Fred, and realized they might have been in the same situation he was in now. They usually went off camping as a kind of double-date with their girlfriends, he remembered. Did they actually take turns in the room, knowing full well what was going on behind the door? Did they stay in the room and try to cover up what they were doing as he and Hermione were doing now? "Hmmm, yeah, that's kinda' more what I meant," he said, as his dirty imagination explored the different possibilities.

For his part, hearing the bed across the room creak only served to excite Harry further. Giving another small grunt as if turning in his sleep, he used the noise as his opportunity to push his pajama boxers down to his knees. He quickly repositioned his hand back between Ginny's legs. "That's feels a lot better," he stated as he let Ginny feet the warm skin of his naked cock pressed against her as she pulled her nightshirt up to expose her naked ass to him.

“Oh, Harry, I can really feel how hard you are,” she cooed. “I love the way your dick is pressed into my butt.”

“And it is such a perfect butt too,” he whispered back, enjoying this little piece of heaven.

For several minutes the two very-much-awake couples fondled themselves, with each trying hard to cover their respective actions. Unfortunately the beds were not willing to cooperate and intermittently gave a creaking warning in the gloom that they were going too fast.

As he became more and more aroused Harry started to leak precum from the tip of his shaft which coated Ginny’s ass cheeks as he moved back and forth. Soon enough had leaked out to provide a sticky but pleasant lubrication for his shaft sliding against Ginny’s tight ass.

“It’s almost like actually fucking you,” Harry commented, “although maybe not so much for you….”

"Come on Harry, there’s no way I can sleep now" Ginny finally said into his ear, "put it in..."

"You mean have sex with your brother still awake?" he asked under his breath, grinding the palm of his hand down on her clit.

"Just be quite about it." she encouraged with a soft moan leaning her head back and giving Harry another whiff of the alcohol on her breath. “Besides," she continued, "If he's still awake he's probably messing around with Hermione and won't hear a thing. Anyway, you know you want to do it again with Hermione in the room, you dirty boy," she cooed.

Harry could hardly argue that point. In his mind he could still see Hermione naked in the library with her legs splayed apart, and he wondered what his friend was doing right now in the darkness. “I suppose you do have a point there,” he snickered back to her, sucking her tongue into his mouth, “and it would be kind of fun to let your brother know how well you were getting fucked.” Harry did, however, want to proceed somewhat cautiously given the sorry state of their mattress. At the same time he also thought it would be fun to play a bit, and drive Ginny crazy.

Recovering his hand from Ginny's pussy, Harry directed his dick down between her legs. As Ginny made herself ready however, he made no effort to slide down in the bed for a better angle to penetrate her. This caused the shaft of his dick to spring back against her slit when he let go leaving the head to poke out between her legs.

“Mmmm,” Ginny felt Harry’s prick slap against her pussy below, and closed her legs down on his long shaft. Although somewhat disappointed by not being penetrated immediately, the feeling of Harry’s sizeable pole trapped between her legs was enough of a new experience to satisfy her desires for the moment. “Good idea, Harry,” Ginny whispered back squeezing his thick pole tighter between her legs, “we should definitely get you nice and wet with my juices before we go any farther.”

Harry reached around Ginny again to play with her clit. He fought with Ginny’s hand for space as she also reached down to grab the portion of his cock sticking out from her legs. “So this is what it would feel like if I had a big dick like yours.” She laughed into his ear.

Using his fingers, Harry dexterously parted Ginny’s cunt lips so that her lubrication flowed freely along the top of his shaft as it slid evenly back and forth. “Oh shit yes,” he huffed as Ginny had moved her attention to his hairy balls, which she now rolled around in her hand.

Across the room Ron too was coating Hermione’s hand with copious amounts of his own precum as she continued to lavish attention on his dick with her massaging fingers. “God, Ron, you’re so excited,” she remarked, giving the base of his meat a firm squeeze then bringing her fingers to her month for a taste. “Mmm, and you taste so good, I could milk your dick like this forever,” she hummed before going back to work.

“Shit, Hermione, You’ve got me so turned on I need to cum or I’m going to explode” he said, pushing his cock harder into her hand, and causing another soft creak from the mattress. “Fuck this bloody bed!” he hissed.

Hermione had no intention of stopping at this point, and used Ron’s own slippery fluid to lubricate his shaft as she squeezed harder. “Don’t worry, Ron. The wind outside is loud enough for us to both get off,” she lied.

If Ron thought it was a lie, he didn’t let on as he responded to Hermione’s words and frigged her clit with renewed energy. He breathed deeply as his self-lubed cock moved easily in Hermione’s hand now, sending waves of pleasure to his brain, and overriding any other concern. He bit gently down on Hermione’s shoulder, “yeah, keep jacking it like that, Mione. Shit that’s good.”

The sensation of Harry’s body pressed tightly to her from behind as he ground against her was driving her crazy. “God, I want it inside me,” Ginny moaned, feeling the thick veins on Harry’s stiff shaft rub back and forth across her open cunt. “Please Harry, I’m so fucking horny and I need to cum or I’ll never get any sleep tonight.” Ginny explained.

With his balls already aching, Harry could hardly say no at this point. “So, you’re ready to have my cock inside you, Ginny?” Guiding their bodies carefully to the proper angle without making too much noise, Harry worked the head of his dick against Ginny's opening as she opened her legs further against the bed-covers. Slowly Harry arched his back, bringing the head of his pecker into contact with Ginny’s hole.

"Oh, hell yeah,” was all she managed to get out, drowning in the building heat of the room and in her own desires. Reaching between her legs she helped guide Harry’s stiff prick to her opening.

Pushing his muscular body against hers and roughly groping her body with his free hand, Harry could hardly contain himself. “You’re sure you’re ready to be fucking again with your brother only a few feet away?” Harry whispered letting her savor the swollen head against her puffy lips.

“God I want it in me, Harry,” Ginny whined, edging back farther. “I want to feel it go inside me and fill me.”

Harry wanted to it too and at last eased forward. He felt the bloated head lead the way and the shaft penetrate Ginny’s dripping cunt. Once past the tight opening his already wet dick easily slid inside her. “Fuck, that’s so good,” Harry breathed, giving her what they both wanted and needed.

“Yeah,” exhaled Ginny, reveling in the fullness, “you know I love how your cock stretches me out so well.”

“Hmmm, I agree. So he we are fucking in the same room as your brother again,” he commented, starting a slow and careful tempo, fucking Ginny with short and shallow thrusts.

“It’s the only way I can get off now, you know,” laughed Ginny.

“Put another finger inside, Ron,” Hermione demanded. “I want to really feel you finger fucking me.”

Ron was working up a sweat from the constant pleasure coming from his pecker, and the effort he was putting in with Hermione’s dripping pussy. He felt as his heavy balls hung down across his legs, as he filled Hermione’s request, working a third finger into her hole. “Don’t forget to play with my balls a little,” he added somewhat sheepishly, not quite used to being fully free about his desires, especially in their current situation.

Hermione was more than happy to scoop up the heavy sack in her had and roll Ron’s nuts around gently in her hand. She sensed him stiffen his body even more and felt the delicious perspiration along his chest and arms. “Hmm, how’s this,” she asked, appreciating the added pleasure of the third digit he had just shoved inside her.

“Couldn’t be better ‘Mione,” he complemented. “Do you hear anything across the room? I thought I heard a noise,” Ron asked.

Hermione had indeed heard several small squeaks that had her mind racing with what Harry and Ginny were up to. “Maybe, Ron, I don’t know. I was just concentrating on massaging your heavy balls,” she jokingly lied. Her rouse didn’t last long, however.

With Ginny grinding against him, Harry tried to build a slow place over several minutes. Fucking her wonderful cunt from behind like this was a kind of exquisite torture, as every slow thrust seemed to tell his body it needed to go faster and harder. His instincts finally won as Ginny closed her legs and the added pressure and friction drove him to buck harder that he expected. The bed creaked loudly in the darkness in response to this sudden movement.

Ginny moaned into his ear and he should have stopped but somehow this time the sensations were too intense in his clouded mind and he pushed into Ginny's heavenly cunt again, concentrating only on the pleasure….and the inevitable 'creak!' echoed in the room. Fuck, twice in a row, he thought and slowly mastered himself. Ginny, however, did not gain control so quickly, urgently shoving her ass back at him for a third time. The over-stimulated couple finally stopped but it was too late, he knew, to hide the all-too-familiar rhythm. It was a rhythm they had all often heard late at night in the castle, whether in secluded classroom or in their own dormitory. "Shit, Ginny!"

Hermione immediately turned back to kiss Ron deeply, to stop him from complaining. She knew if she could just get him worked up enough he wouldn't care about anything but fucking her, and then she would finally get what she so desired. Using her sensual kiss as a distraction Hermione opened her legs and rubbed Ron’s somewhat softened pecker against her slit. She felt as his body responded naturally, bucking gently along her dripping folds.

Her stimulation had the desired effect and Ron momentary forgot about Harry and Ginny, concentrating on Hermione's intense kiss and new sensation at the tip of his pecker. As she worked her tongue against his he almost believed that he hadn't heard anything a second before.

Just as Ron was concentrating on returning the deep kiss she was giving him, Hermione pushed back, forcing Ron's pre-lubed dick inside, causing the bed to complain beneath them at the sudden movement. "Bloody hell, 'Mione!" Ron barely contained his surprise that he was now inside Hermione's hot pussy.

“Oh my god, Ron, you’re fucking me! Hermione devilishly whispered back to him as she clenched down on his cock. “You actually have you cock inside me with your sister and Harry in the same room, you naughty boy!”

“This is so bad, Hermione.” Ron, said, suddenly finding himself unable to stop from driving forward again, filling the room with the sound of complaining springs. How did this happen, he asked himself…

“You love it, Ronald.” She taunted him, feeling as his thickness stretched her open. “And you need it too. How else are we both going to get off and get some sleep?”

"Do you think he's actually fucking her," Ginny asked as she was again deeply penetrated by Harry's pole on the other side of the room.

Harry took the opportunity to wiggle an arm underneath Ginny and gentle pinch her nipple, making her break out in goosebumps even as she flushed a deeper shade of pink. “Maybe,” Harry answered, “but I wonder if he giving it to her as well as I’m giving it to you.”

“And I know you’d love to find out exactly how good she’s getting it, wouldn’t you?” Ginny moaned, feeling Harry’s pubic hair tickle her in her ass crack.

Harry and Ginny’s lewd musing were soon rewarded with an answer. It was now the other couple’s bed which moaned out with a familiar sound. Half intentionally Hermione allowed herself to go too far as she ground down against Ron shaft with lustful energy. Ron tried to control the motion of the mattress and himself, but felt Hermione as kept up her persistent motion against his own excited body. What would Ginny actually think about him? “Hermione?”

Hermione drew in quick and shallow breaths as the blood pumping in her ears drown out all other sound. The smell of Ron and hers aroused bodies wafted from under the covers and spilled into her nose. Combined with Ron’s perspiration and the alcohol it was a powerful aphrodisiac. She pulled Ron tightly into her, making the bed creak a second and third time.

“Hermione!” Ron hissed into her ear, finally getting her attention.

"What do you think now, Ginny Weasley?" Harry asked, now that it was obvious that Hermione had succeeded in getting Ron to fuck her in the darkness.

“It’s too good,” Hermione complained truthfully, “I feel so full with your fat dick inside me I can’t stop. Don’t you like that way my pussy feels wrapped around your big cock,” she asked seductively. “You must like it or you wouldn’t be so hard and feel so good inside me right now.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing his,” Ron half-moaned. Slowly sliding his entire length into her and feeling her clamp down on his shaft, he seemed to accept her argument, “I just can’t stop myself either.”

“We don’t need to stop, just have a little bit of control,” Hermione said, laughing inwardly at her victory as she repeated Harry’s words that he had spoken to her in the library.

“Just keep fucking me, Harry.” Ginny moaned. “We can be quiet but don’t stop.”

“And let your brother have all the fun,” Harry retorted. “Believe me when I say I have no intention of removing my dick from your pussy.”

In the warm darkness of the magical tent the two couple ground against each other. The noise of slipping sheets intermingled with the blowing wind outside was punctuated from time to time by the sound of a creaking mattress. The fervent motion of the four teens went on for several minutes and it was blatantly obvious that no one was actually sleeping, but no one dared to speak either. Neither of the two horny couples could get the amount of pleasure they want to risk having to stop.

With their fervent grinding become more urgent, it was inevitable that the springs of both beds groaning at the same time would contribute a large noise in the enclosed space. This noise was just loud enough that it triggered Harry’s magical alarm. With the warning alarm activated a soft light filed the room and suddenly there was a perfect silence but for the blowing wind outside.

Startled by the alarm and dazed by the brightness, Harry squinted at both Hermione and Ron as they stared back at him and Ginny, themselves wide-eyed.

"What do you think set off the alarm," asked Hermione, in an innocent voice, her face flushed scarlet red.

"I'm not sure," croaked Harry with dry and raspy throat, having a hard time concealing his heavy breathing. "Maybe you should take a look."

Hermione glowed even redder, knowing she couldn't possibly get out of bed now that her bottoms had slipped from her ankles and were lost somewhere in the sheets at the end of the bed. "Why me?" she asked, hoping to buy some time while starting a frantic search with her foot for the missing article.

“Well, Ginny's still a little drunk from dinner, and so I don't want to disturb her," he lied poorly. Of course Hermione knew Ginny couldn't possibly be that sick give the noise her heard, but she had no way to know the red-head’s snatch was still impaled on Harry's cock under the covers.

"Well....," she thought quickly, "none of the other alarms were tripped, so it must have been a problem with your spell. You were a little drunk when you cast it," she retorted, happy with her response but disappointed to feel Ron’s tool deflating inside her.

"Fine I'll have a look," said Harry. Lifting his body and reluctantly pulling out of Ginny's hole as he slowly sat up, turning and pulling his PJs back up as well. "I have to take a piss anyway."

Ginny enjoyed the last sensations as Harry slowly withdrew his shaft leaving the head inside for a split-second longer before finally pulling out. She giggled at his crude remark while Hermione just shook her head, "Thanks for the wonderful imagery, Harry" she snipped, laughing inside.

Harry crawled over Ginny, who gave his cock a discreet squeeze through his boxers, and hopped out of bed. Getting out of bed, Harry suddenly realized that his boxes would do little to hide his obvious state of arousal. He looked down to see that in the brightened room it was indeed exceeding obvious that he had a huge erection. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to walk to the bathroom with a raging hardon visible for everyone to see, especially Ron. Nevertheless, he realized, he was committed now and paraded across the floor on his way to use the toilet. Besides, his bladder was truly ready to explode!

It helped none that Harry’s inebriated mind was still full of the sensations from being inside Ginny’s cunt, and also full of the desire to see Hermione riding on his dick. That final thought kept Harry at full attention as he walked across the room.

Hermione gawked at Harry’s crotch as he made his way to the bathroom. As she watched the way the bulge in his boxers swayed heavily back and forth as he walked, she was suddenly overcome with the urge to follow him at watch him take out his dick to piss.

Ron said nothing behind her, lost in his own thoughts about what he was witnessing. As they now heard the distinctive sound from the bathroom, Hermione began to muse what it would be like to hold Harry’s huge cock in her hand while he pissed. What would it feel like to hold his thick meat while he sprayed stream into the toilet? Would she have fun aiming?

As Harry finished Hermione’s nasty thought were interrupted by the sound of the flushing toilet. As he reappeared from the bathroom there had been only a slight reduction in the size the tent in his shorts.

Harry didn’t immediately go back to bed. He instead moved to grab his wand and walk slowly towards the kitchen, turning his back to the group and showing of his butt at the same time. As he reached the kitchen he grabbed the bottle of fire whiskey that had been left from dinner.

"Okay, it was definitely a false alarm," he announced, taking a long pull from the bottle, happy his bladder was now emptied. Walking back into the living area, showing off his toned chest and still sporting a bulge in his pants which Hermione, Ron, and Ginny all stared at, he stopped. "Everyone can go back to sleep," he said happily, now truly reveling in the attention he saw he was getting, and feeling incredibly turned on because if it.

“Are you sure, mate?” Ron, managed to ask, still stunned that his friend could so openly present his body to the room like he was doing. He must be drunker than I thought, Ron figured, now eyeing the bottle in Harry’s hand for himself.

"Absolutely! I made sure that my spell was okay," he said noticing Ron and handing the bottle over to his friend who accepted it gladly. Then turning briefly to Hermione, he added, "I did make a few adjustments to the charm. Maybe it was a little too sensitive considering all the wind blowing things around and making all that noise in this old tent," Harry winked.

"Good idea, Harry," Hermione smiled to him, unseen by Ron who had the bottle to his lips, draining a good gulp the burning liquid into his stomach. "I was a little worried..." she admitted, eyes locked onto his crotch.

Ron let out a gasp as the fire whisky hit home. He quickly set the bottle down as Harry moved back to his own bed with Ginny. ::nox:: Harry thought before setting his wand down, reestablishing the deep cover of darkness in the tent.

“Shit, Harry,” Ginny blurted in the only way she could find to describe his display.

In the renewed gloom Harry hopped in bed and shuffled under the covers shoving his shorts down with his hand then pushing them completely off. As he settled in, he now faced Ginny who reached for him in the darkness. Harry’s head spun from the strong alcohol and he pumped his semi-hard prick back to life, placing roughly at Ginny’s wet opening. “Good night everyone,” he announced, and without warning, plunged his cock forward, penetrating her once more. "Goodnight, Ginny," he told her in a grunt.

Ginny stifled a moan and instead turned her cry into a soft mewing as her cuddled again now facing Harry. "Oh, shit that feels marvelous, Harry,' she whispered before kissing him.

“Good night,” Ron responded, hearing Ginny’s indecipherable mumble and wondering how far his sister had taken things with Harry. Unlike before, however, the farther he imaging things in his mind, the more exciting it seemed.

Throughout the entire incident Ron had never pulled out of Hermione. This had been mostly because she was holding his butt with her hands, preventing any retreat. Ron also hadn’t wanted to move too much as Ginny could watch him in the full glare of the lights. He had, however, softened somewhat in the initial shock and also in absence of any movement. "What do we do know?" he asked, as his throat continued to burn from the whiskey.

Ron had his answer almost immediately as Hermione responded “What do you want to do, Ronald?” and kissed him deeply. Hermione savored the taste of the bitter alcohol in Ron mouth and proceed to pump new life into his erection with a few deliberate hip movements.

“Hmmm, this is pretty good,” Ron answered, as the new sensations from Hermione’s clutching snatch, had made him firm inside her.

“I bet it is.” Hermione grabbed his hand once more to her chest and pushed her pussy down on his meat several times, as if repositioning herself and getting comfortable again, but also making their bed loudly squeak. "Goodnight, again everyone."

“Good night,” Ginny responded, listening to the other couple’s bed suspiciously.

“That was a hell of a show you put on for everyone,” Ginny cooed, settling herself slowly down onto Harry’s pole once more. “I wanted to jump out of bed and pull down your pants so everyone could see your fat stick with my fresh pussy juice all over it. Hermione could take her eyes off your crotch!” Ginny reached down to where Harry was slowly pushing into her, running her finger along her pussy lips and Harry's dick, “God, it's so hard!“

“So why didn't you then? “ Harry smirked, opening his mouth as Ginny presented him with her freshly dipped finger. As Harry’s clouded mind registered the taste and where her finger had been he momentarily forgot about their surroundings and drove into Ginny's hole hard and deep, causing not only a noise from the mattress, but also a muffled 'slap' to be heard. “Fuuuck, Ginny!.....“

On the receiving end of Harry's thrust, Ginny pushed her head into the pillow to squelch a low moan; “Fuck!” she bit at his ear. “God, how I want you to just ram that fucking cock of your into me!” she moaned desperately. “This is driving me crazy.”

As Ron gently moved back and forth inside her, Hermione listened intently to what was going on in the other bed. She placed a finger on to hood of her clit, carefully maneuvering the skin to indirectly stimulate her clit. “Did you see Harry when he got out of bed, Ron?” Hermione pointedly questioned, still replaying the scene in her head and letting the tip of her finger graze Ron’s shaft as in moved slowly in and out in shallow strokes. “What do you think he’s doing with that big bulge in his pants now?”

Ron could well imagine what Harry might be doing with his meat right now, and to his sister no less. However, as he felt Hermione’s fingers pull and squeeze his own shaft at the point where it was sliding in and out, Ron decided that confrontation was not what was going to get him off. “Maybe he was just horny from listening to you make the bed creak,” Ron said grabbing hold of Hermione’s hips and pulling her back towards him.

Hermione sighed feeling Ron force her body hard onto his prick. She also enjoyed that he now seemed more into playing her game. “So it’s okay with you if Harry was turned on thinking about me in bed with you?” Hermione asked, reaching back to grab his ass, and holding him deep inside.

“Well, I’m hard thinking of being in bed with you, right,” Ron observed. “Who wouldn’t get a bulge in their pants thinking of fucking you like I am right now?”

“You’re so right, Ronald,” Hermione smiled to herself, giving Ron another deep kiss. Reaching down, Hermione again cupped his hairy nut sack, coaxing him to increase his thrusting.

The musky smell of sex wafted in the room and gushed from under the covers to Harry nose, providing further intoxication and driving him crazy. Hearing another telltale creak from across the dark room Harry became even more frustrated, “God, Ginny, I just want to ram my cock hard into your pussy a few times,” Harry admitted through clenched teeth.

“Do it, Harry,” Ginny encouraged him, desperately yearning for the sensation of Harry’s muscled body slamming against her skin. “The lights just went out a minute ago, and they’ll just think that we’re getting more comfortable,” she weakly reasoned, knowing all too well how good it would feel when he drove his tool home.

Harry honestly needed little convincing, perverted images of Ginny and Hermione dancing around in his mind. “Only if you really think you want it,” he hissed into Ginny’s ear, letting his warm breath blow seductively over her neck.

“Give it to me, Harry,” she almost pleaded, shivering at his closeness and from what he was about to do to her in the darkness. Adding some additional incentive she added, “ram that fucking cock of yours into my tight cunt just like you did when Hermione had her pussy on mashed down on your face!”

Harry responding to Ginny’s slutty words just as she hoped he would, pulling back, and then slamming home as he adjusted his body to a better angle. Grabbing her ass to gain as much leverage as possible, Harry plowed forward two more times, finally leaving his cock buried to the hilt, and panting with pleasure.

“Fuck!” Ginny hissed. “Please….you can’t just stop,” she whined.

Hearing the noise across the room, Ron thought not about Harry and Ginny, but about his own burning need to feel the heavenly friction of Hermione’s snatch along the length of his pole. He took his own initiative now and slammed his aching prick in deep. Hermione had been all ready to calm Ron down following the outburst from his sister’s bed and was taken by surprise by his deep penetration. Unable to control herself she, moaned in pleasure from this unexpected jolt, “Uunh”.

Harry and Ginny heard Hermione clearly in the darkness and paused momentarily, not quite believing her obvious expression of pleasure. Acting on raw instinct Harry pulled Ginny roughly against his body, driving his entire length inside. This time it was Ginny who didn’t manage to control the guttural sound the escaped her throat and filled the dark room, “Mmmuu.”

Despite, or because of, Hermione and Ginny outburst, Ron continued to drive forward with his pelvis, although somewhat more restrained. “Don't you care about being quite anymore Ron?” Hermione asked, in mocking concern, catching her breath.

Ron still cared, but by now cared more about what was going on between his legs. “If they're going to make noise then I'm going to enjoy your body,” Ron said definitively, building up a pace, leading to another rapid succession of creaks from the bed. “If I don’t blow my load, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Hearing her brother’s bed groan with renewed force, Ginny suddenly didn't give a shit about be discrete anymore. It had been less than an hour since they had finished dinner and the last of their beers. Harry had already left little doubt as to what he and Ginny had been doing with his little trip to the bathroom. Not only that, the two couple had been fucking for the last 30 minutes, trying to stay quiet and unable to fully enjoy themselves. Needless to say all four teens were in a state of drunken arousal well past the point where any could control their respective desires.

Harry’s eyes rolled back as he felt Ginny clamp her pussy around his slowly pistoning cock, and he decided it was his turn to not hold back. “ungh.” Harry let a grunt of pleasure escape his throat as the sound of the springs of the two beds was becoming nonstop.

Hermione quickly placed a finger in her mouth coating it with a plentiful amount of spit. She finally provoked Ron to call out by reaching around and sticking the wet finger up his ass, "oh yeah" he moaned without thinking.

Ron deep voice in the room had the effect of finally triggering Harry’s alarm for a second time. As before the lights suddenly burst on, bathing everyone in a glow that was almost blinding compared to the total blackness of a few seconds ago. The sound of the beds become still and everyone tried to look innocent and catch their breath.

"It was just a bad dream," Ron sputtered, his face completely red from effort and from embarrassment.

"Probably because of everything that happened today," offered Harry, between his own heavy breaths.

“We should just go back to bed,” encouraged Ginny, not wanting any more interruptions, as she could feel herself getting close to her orgasm. “It’s obviously nothing, and we REALLY need our sleep.”

“I’ll just deactivate the alarm, as it is obviously not working correctly,” Harry offered quickly. Maybe Hermione can help me with it tomorrow.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Hermione panted, still holding her finger firmly up Ron’s asshole and feeling his sphincter muscle clamps around it.

Harry glanced over at Ron and Hermione with a small smirk on his face before gently touching his wand and giving a moment’s concentration.

The lights went out one more time, and the charm was dispelled.

This time the two couples simply rearranged themselves, pushing any thoughts of sleep out of their minds. Harry was determined to get Ginny off and to cum himself, as he helped her out of her night shirt, and quickly shucked his boxers to the side. Without the further risk of the lights coming on, he knew there would be no more interruptions. “Ready to cum for me Ginny Weasely?”

Completely nude now as well, Ron brazenly held Hermione legs apart, and allowed himself to plunge his pole in one more time, this time ignoring the sound of the bed completely and quickly repeating the motion several times.

“Oh Ron,” Hermione yelped as the feeling between her legs overtook her. “Oh Merlin, you’re fucking me! You’re fucking me so hard and so good and with our best friends in the same room to hear us!” Hermione let the words wash over Ron and she moaned out again to the darkness.

Ginny, lost in a blaze of lust, crawled on top of Harry, as he grabbed her ass and started fucking her as if they were alone. Now that their motions were up and down the bed made an enormous amount of noise as the mattress sagged and rebounded with every blow.

Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, Ron still felt somewhat strange about the situation. All those years of carful upbringing by his mother as the youngest son she didn’t want to let go of had certainly left their mark. In the dark, however, he felt protected and instead tried to match Harry pace and synchronize the bouncing beds. “Oh, yeah, fuck me Ron,” Hermione encouraged as she grabbed a handful of his ass pulling him into her at full force. Maneuvering her longer fingers, she also reached out again to stimulate his asshole, “can you hear how Harry is giving your sister a good fucking too?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he said, answering to the feeling of Hermione’s probing finger and also imagining Harry’s dick in his sister. He could vividly image what was going on in the other bed.

Harry’s balls slapped hard against Ginny’s ass as he arched his back, lifting them both off the bed, and jabbing his hips forward. “He’s actually fucking Hermione! Hard!” Harry spat. “This is so fucking hot, Gin!”

“I feel so nasty that my brother is doing it with Hermione just over there in the other bed,” Ginny admitted to Harry. “He’s actually got his cock shoved up her pussy right now!”

“And I feel so nasty fucking his little sister so hard he can hear my balls slap against her tight ass.” Harry said, driving in harder for effect. “And speaking of your ass, how does this feel? Harry asked, licking a finger and pushing it into her tight asshole.

"Ah fuck," Ginny growled. “Now I feel so fucking dirty as well. I’m so fucking lucky to have your cock inside my pussy and now your finger is up my ass,” she squealed.

His own sister was listening to him pound Hermione, but Ron was now beyond caring about anything but the pressure build in his balls. There was nothing more to be gained in going slow and so he finally proceeded to push harder and deeper into Hermione’s hole, causing her to grunt out again loudly into the room. “Unh! Oh Yeah…Shit….”

The sound of Ron’s body slapping down against Hermione’s filled the room along with their respective moans of pleasure.

Caught up in the rising tide of pleasurable groans emanating from her brother’s bed, Ginny became even further flushed with lust and heat. "God, it's fucking hot, in here, she said, throwing off the heavy top blanket. This left the remaining thin sheet clinging to her sweaty body as she ground down against Harry, making sure to announce the pleasure she was feeling, “Unhh, yes, fuck!”. She could clearly picture the scene Ron’s eyes would feast on if the light were to come on now.

Hermione heard the blanket hit the floor and immediately thought it was a great idea. “It is hot in here isn’t?” However, instead of grabbing only the heavy blanket, she decided to throw the entire mess of sheets to the floor, opening their bodies to the night air. “Now there’s nothing between your fucking hairy ass and your sister just over there,” she whispered into his ear.

Ron realized how little the sheet had covered sheet covered anyway now that it was clear that the two pairs were fucking like the sex-starved teens they were anyway. Therefore, he seemed more freed than concerned and barely altered his rhythm as he lifted his butt before slamming forward again.

“I want to taste your cock, Harry” Ginny announced. “I want to suck our juices and play with your sweaty balls.”

Harry certainly and no complaints with her new idea as he quickly helped turn her body around. His dick was hardly free an instant before he moaned out loudly as Ginny’s mouth engulfed the head. “Oh, fuck,” he mouthed into Ginny’s ass as it descended over his face.

Ginny worked quickly, gobbling up the juices coating Harry’s long shaft. Mewing contentedly as she savored the taste of her own pussy as Harry ate her out Ginny made sure her sucking resounded loudly as she bobbed up and down.

“Oh, fuck, Ron,” Hermione whispered into his ear, “Can you hear that!? Can you hear your sister? She’s going down on his dick with all her fresh pussy juice on in.” How she wished it was her mouth on Harry’s dick right now…. “Listen to him moan as Ginny sucks him off! He must be ready to cum in her mouth….”

This last morsel of lewd commentary nearly put Ron over the edge. “I can’t take anymore, Hermione,” he announced, dripping sweat onto her chest, and then burying his head between her undulating tits. “I want to cum inside you,” he moaned.

“But you know we didn’t have time to cast a charm or anything….I can’t even reach my wand,” Hermione responded immediately, but soon a part of her mind desperately wanted to feel Ron hot jet of jism shoot deep inside her. She tried to fight with this feeling with reason, all the while her senses were being assaulted with pure lust and desire.

Ron couldn’t stop pounding, feeling the need to drive the head of his cock ever deeper inside Hermione’s opening. Hermione, for her part, was not complaining as he sank into her again and again. “I know, but I just can’t pull out of you. I want to cum with my dick still inside you,” he repeated. “It feels so fucking good, I don’t want it to end…”

Above the urgent grunts coming from Ron on top of her Hermione clearly heard Ginny’s voice from the other bed: “I’M CUMING, Harry! Suck my fucking clit and shoot your load in my fucking mouth!”

Feeling her body go ridged and her brain awash in an orgasmic high, Hermione grabbed the red hair on Ron’s head, pulling his face to hers, “Cum now! Cum inside my pussy,” she growled in a deep tone. “Shoot it as deep as you can into my god damn pussy!”

Ron’s ball sack had already stopped slapping against Hermione as they drew up in anticipation of his orgasm. He had hardly given a thought to what he might do if Hermione had not told him it was okay to cum inside her, but now that she had he tensed every muscle in his body, pushing his cock into her as far as it would go.

Thick wads of cum exploded into Ginny’s mouth as she sucked Harry’s cock for all it was worth between her own screams of pleasure. As she swallowed the first gulp her body trembled with its own intense orgasm.

“Oh Fuck!” cried out Hermione as the first hot blast from the head of Ron’s pole shot deeply into her pussy setting off her own earth-shattering orgasm. “Oh shit, I’m fucking cumming all over your fucking cock!”

Ron stopped pumping in and out and instead forced his pole as deeply as possible into Hermione’s tunnel. He felt as her pussy clamped down on his cock. He could distinctly feel how the channel at the base of his cock carrying his thick seed was being squeezed and milked by Hermione’s convulsing pussy.

Harry registered Hermione’s voice even as Ginny ground her snatch down on his face. His muscles clenched, and his toes pointed as he felt a stream of jism fill Ginny’s hot mouth. The red-head was cuming too, as he felt her opening pulse around his invading tongue. He quickly applied more pressure to her clit, intensifying and prolonging her euphoric ride.

Hermione looked over and could clearly see Harry illuminated in a dim red halo. She imagined she saw the same glow the other night, but dismissed it and an illusion. Now there was no doubt as she could clearly see his body writhing in pleasure and Ginny devoured his cock from on top. Then, just as her own orgasm was subsiding, so too the glow vanished from across the room.

After what seemed like 20 minutes had passed, Ginny’s breathing returned to normal at she gathered the covers from the base of the bed and curled up next to Harry, who was already drifting off to sleep. “I think that I’ll be able to sleep now,” she whispered in a yawn.

“Mmmaw, me too,” muttered Harry, barely gathering enough force to plant a final kiss on Ginny’s skin.

“But what about tomorrow?” Ginny asked, seemingly concerned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you tomorrow as well….” Harry responded.

“Harry!”

“Okay, I won’t fuck you tomorrow….”

“I suppose I like the first answer better,” she said giving into the fact the Harry was well beyond worrying about the consequences tonight. “Good night.”

Ron carefully recovered the blanket, and lay back in the bed, allowing the mattress to squeak on final time. In the strange silence he also wondered what the next morning would bring.

Hermione, sensing his feeling offered, “so you’re thinking how good that was too aren’t you?”

“Well, actually I…” Ron started, but fell right into her trap.

“You didn’t think it was good?!” Hermione feigned surprise, smiling in the darkness.

“Of course it was great,” agreed Ron, “I just can’t believe….”

“I can’t believe we escaped Lord Voldemort today,” Hermione stated stoically, then softening her tone, “the rest can wait until morning.”

Ron was already feeling sleep overtake him and his worries. Hermione, tonight, did have a way of putting thing in perspective. “I guess you’re right, good night ‘Mione.”

“Good night, Ron,” she said snuggling into his body and wondering herself what the morning would bring.