A Weasley Awakening

New story folks...pure smut...Lots of surprises for you Gryffindor
trio fans...Sorry evil ones, No Slytherins in this fic! I hope
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Chapter 1...A Weasley Awakening

Angry, Ron had been plain angry for months now. He stomped about Grimmauld
place in a huff, and if he ever spoke it was short and curt. Hogwart\'s was gone now,
graduation had been a few months ago. They had all thought spending the summer
would be a great idea. Free now from school, and Voldemort, they all agreed a rest
would be nice. Harry and Hermione hoped it would break him out of the emotional funk he was in. Ron was driving them insane, his attitude was almost insufferable.

They had all packed in at Grimmwauld place, and at first things seemed to almost
get back to normal. Ron seemed a little better during the first weeks, but whatever
was bothering him seem to rear its\' ugly head once again one late night in the study.

Harry and Hermione were sitting on the couch, bent over a large picture book, snuggled
closely so they could both see its contents. Hermione blushed feverishly at the pictures
in the Karma Sutra. She had only done it once, and Harry and Ron didn\'t know about it.
She often wondered about her best friends sexual conquests, but they had never mentioned
anything to her. Somewhere inside she just was dying to know.

Ron came in, scowling as usual, glaring his dark eyes in their direction. Smelling normally
of Firewhiskey, he staggered into a seat by the fire. Seems lately Ron had been hitting the
bottle a little too roughly.

He was much too young to be feeling like he needed to be half-lit all the time. Hermione
worried about him constantly. Her heart yearned for things she didn\'t want to confront,
like the feelings she tried to suppress for both her best friends. She turned her eyes from
Ron\'s feirce gaze, somehow feeling ty aty about the book turning her on. Hermione secretly
hoped Ron could tell, and judging by the sparkle in Harry\'s green eyes, he knew as well.

\"Hello, Ron.\" Hermione tried to sound non-chalant about his drunkeness. \"Did you have
a nice night out?\" It was early morning and the clock in the main hall had chimed two A.M.
some time ago.

Ron grunted in her direction and shrugged. \"Guess so.\" He turned his suspicious eyes
to the couch where Harry and Hermione were seated. \"What did you two do all night? I\'m
sure you found some way of *entertaining* yourselves.\" He smirked from the side of his
mouth and winked, letting his head fall back over the side of the armchair he was draped in.

\"I\'m suppose to tell you to floo your sister. She says it\'s important.\" Hermione
delivered the message, purposefully changing the subject. She knew what Ron
had ment, even if Harry had not caught his inuendo.

Ron groaned and fished in his robes for his smokes. He flipped the now longer hair
off his face and over his shoulder before lighting his cigerette.

\"Herm,\" Ron whined. \"You know what she wants, and I already told her if she wants it
she can get it herself.\"

Both sets of their eyes fell on Harry who rolled his eyes.

\"No, No, NO,\" Harry began to turn a crimson color, \"a thousand times no, Hermione.
Ginny is my friend, I can\'t help but think of her as a little sister.\" He sighed heavily.
\"How can I not? She\y bey best friends only sister! Theiuld uld be no magic in the world
strong enough to risk five Weasley brothers being angry at me for crushing their poor little
sister\'s heart.\"

Hermione gave him a pleading look. Ginny was her best friend and had pined for Harry for
almost all her Hogwart\'s years. She had waited in vain, Harry wouldn\'t do more than hug
her, and everytime he did that he could feel Ginny almost sigh when his arms came in
contact with her awaiting flesh. Harry, being a tad sensitive to a woman\'s needs, never
really had a nice way to tell her to move on with her life. The doting red head would do
anything to be near him. To force Harry to notice her, but this too went in vain.

Harry claimed to have only have eyes for onrl, rl, but she remained a mystery.
You never saw his hand holding anothers, no shy glances across the room, he never
dressed to go out. Not that he ever went out much, he could of been the toast of
wizarding London but he stayed, quietly tucked away, in the house that had been left to
him by Sirius Black.

Who ever she was, she had never been seen, and Harry never spoke of anything
like that to anyone it seemed. His life had been so public, he held strongly
to anything he could keep private.

Ron laughed and blew out a gust of smoke. \"Harry, Harry, Harry. Bloody hell, just
tell her already. For Merlin\'s sake have Hermione do it, but please just get her to leave
me alone! She\'s driving me mad!\"

\"I\'ve tried Ron, but you know Ginny. She dosen\'t give anything up easily.\"

Ron choked on his cigerette smoke. Fixing his gaze on Hermione, \"Well that makes
one of us.\"

Hermione sat straight up in her chair, lips pressed together, her paitence thinning
by the minute with Ron. He was such a wanker when he was drunk, a complete
smart ass, and this seemed to be happening more and more lately.

\"Just what does that mean?\" She tried to keep her voice level, but it reeked
of anger coming to it\'s boiling point.

Harry looked confused, like something secret was being shared between them,
and he had no idea what it was.

Ron laughed slow and hollow in his drunken haze. \"Oh, for once the great Granger
doesn\'t have the answer.\" He was mocking her with every fiber in his being. \"I don\'t
think I really have to tell you, do I?\" He threw his cigerette butt into the fire, and leaned
back sighing loudly on purpose. \"I think you know...just...what...I...mean.\"

Hermione did know, the jealousy ran so thick in Ron\'s veins his skin should\'ve
turned slytherin green. He had been silently waiting in the wings all these years
for Mione to come to him, but now he had it in his head she had gone to Harry\'s
awaiting arms. But in truth she hadn\'t, she had thought about it, but never had acted
upon it. Harry was only part of the big picture, and she planned to have it all.

Harry, who was until now a silent body, could not help but hear the edgy tone in Ron\'s
voice.

\"Just what are you saying Ron? Herm\'s been here with me all night. She hasn\'t
been anywhere, you make it sound like she had been off doing something wrong.
What\'s your major malfunction lately, Ron?\" Harry was losing his temper. \"Out
with it then! You\'ve been foul to live with, and you stink like a bloody pub! Then on top
of it you come talking in riddles like the mad hatter, raking up suspicion, then
you don\'t even have the stones to go through with it.\"

Ron stood weaving and swaying, shaking his finger at the two of them now
standing a few feet away.

\"She knows exactly wI meI mean,\" Ron slurred. \"Thought you could keep it hidden,
did you? Leave old Ronnie-kins out, never mind that he wasted years of his youth
waiting patiently for his time to come.\" He threw his hands up in the air and wobbled
to the left. \"Then to have the perverbial *carpet* pulled out from beneath him.\"

Ron ment that literally, and he was just about ready to continue on his tirade when his
go juice ran out and the fire-whiskey did what if was known for. Ron fell to the floor,
and was almost passed out before he made it to the carpet below. He went no further that night, snoring before they could even formulate a plan to get him upstairs. Hermione threw a patchwork quilt over him, and just let him sleep it off.

That had been months ago. Ron now seemed to perfer getting sloshed in his room, holed up like a hibernating bear. Ron now seemed more sad than anything, his
anger replaced by defeat. Quite sure now that his best friends were together
like never before, and had left him out in the cold. It broke his heart on
several levels, many of which he didn\'t want to think about.

Now she was outside Ron\'s door, Grimmauld place was eerily still. She heard the hall
clock chime midnight. Harry had gone to bed early that night, and Hermione could no longer
bear to see Ron on this pathway to destruction. Her golden Gryffindor trio were coming apart
at the seems and it was now time to start putting them back together.

It was now time to put her oldest and dearest plan into action, she could make it wait
no longer. Hermione turned the knob slowly, not bothering to knock, and smiled shyly
as Ron\'s eyes widened with her surprise visit to his room.

He scrambled to find his wand to clean up the beer can mess, leftover bags of chips,
and stale cookies all over the floor. She softly shut the door behind her and with a flick
of her wand it was all gone. Hermione turned to face him, and her heart felt like it swelled.

She wanted to run to him, to make him know everything was alright, but she held herself
in check. His beautiful brown eyes were big with wonder, and the blanket across his lap
did little to cover his erection. Of course, Hermione had done little to cover herself. Only
wearing a little pink babydoll nightie, with the matching knickers. It covered what
it needed to, but left little to the imagination.

\"Mione\' what are you doing?\" Thankfully Ron sounded mostly sober, but maybe it was the
initial shock.

\"I couldn\'t sleep. My room is cold.\"

It was late fall now, and the house was getting colder by the day. It was an outright lie,
her room was plenty warm, but Ron wasn\'t asking questions about it. Just patting the huge
bed excitedly next to him for her to crawl under and share the thick blankets. They had been
doing this for years, but as they grew older it began to mean more.

There had once been a time, not long ago, when all three of them would snuggle in
a sleeping bag under the stars at the burrow. Spending their summer holidays together,
inseperable buddies. But friends change, and so do bodies. Before long she would wake
to have one of their hard cocks pressed firmly on her thigh. One on each side sometimes,
their was always a good reason to sleep in the middle.

These were the nights when the little buds began to grow of her love for both Harry
and Ron. The clear nights when she would stay awake on purpose, her curious hand finding
secret places as they slept next to her.

So long ago now it seemed, only a few years, but felt like a decade had passed. With
Voldemort in his prime, everything had to be put on the back burner, including sexual and
physical attractions. There is no time for such things when the world weighs in the balance,
but now those times were gone. Time now to make up for everything they had lost.

As Hermione crawled into the warm bed next to Ron, she snuck a peek under the
sheets at his Chuddly Canons boxers, noticing how they strained with the length of his
hard bulge. Her insides stirred when Ron caught her wandering gaze and he blushed
a deep crimson.

Ron cleared his throat loudly, longing to but not daring to look at her. Mione
was is his bed, inches away from his hot skin. Finally within reach of his longing
arms, he found himself restraining from sweeping her up into them. Hermione\'s
own form of sweet torture.

\"So,\" he began tentively, not really knowing what to say at this strange moment
in time.

\"Ron,\" her hand found his easily, and she entwined their fingers tightly. \"I miss
you,\" her eyes were wet, \"and I don\'t mean I miss you being around. I mean I miss
how you used to be. What happened that has made you so hateful? I can\'t stand
to see you like this another day.\" She ran his hand softly down her cheek, and he
sucked in his breath harshly, \"Come back to me, Ron.\"

She moved swiftly, draping a long leg over him, and lifting herself up to straddle
his lap. Ron was left surprised by her forward movements, gaping at her heavy
breasts that now sat eye level, perking through the thin silk nightie. He finally
forced himself to look upward to her questioning eyes.

\"Mione,\" he sounded sad almost, \"You don\'t have to do this to make me feel better.
I know Harry is probably waiting for you.\"

\"Harry?\" She questioned him her soft features. \"What does he have to do with
this? He\'s not waiting for anyone, especially me.\"

Hermione giggled to herself at the thought. If Ron only knew what she did! Harry
loved Hermione with all his heart, and if he had the chance he wouldn\'t kick her out
of his bed, but only Hermione knew that what Harry really wanted was....Ron.

\"Don\'t play coy, Mione.\" Ron scoffed lightly. \"I know you two are lovers, and I think it\'s
been going on behind my back for awhile now. You could\'ve at least told me, at
the *very* least left me a note.\" He pretended to scrawl on an invisiable parchment.
\"Dear Ron, Please fuck off from now on, because I am fucking Harry.\"

Hermione covered her mouth with her hand, he was so emotional. Ron played every
part the drama queen, she wondered if parts of her had rubbed off on Harry and Ron
over the years. Seemed to Ron she had rubbed much more than that.

Hermione came close to his face, slowly moving in, searching his eyes for any sign
of her old friend.

\"No Ron,\" her hot breath caressed his cheek, \"You have it all wrong.\" She let her
lips meet softly with his semi-stubbly face, he had not shaved in a few days. \"I\'d never
lie to you Ron, you know that. I don\'t know where you got the idea, but forget it
because it just isn\'t right...at all.\"

\"Never?\" Ron was skeptical, \"But what about the last months, you guys haven\'t
gone out, or done anything with me!\"

Hermione brought herself back up to rest her irratated gaze on him.

\"That\'s because you are always at the pub, Ron!\"

\"Really?\" His eyebrows wrinkled together in thought. \"Do I really spend
that much time down there?\"

She crossed her arms and huffed, \"Well put it this way. You have your own stool
at the bar, because your butt print is permanately implanted in the red pleather.\"

\"Blimey,\" he exclaimed. He ran his large hands down her goosebumped arms,
\"I\'m so sorry, I had no idea.\" He dropped his ams heavily on the bed at his sides.
\"Guess I\'ve really put my foot in it this time.\"

Hermione only smiled faintly and came forward once again, dropping her
hot chest down near his own.

\"Never,\" she whispered close again to his ear. \"I\'ve never....with Harry.\"

Ron arms were around her small body as he told her time and time again of his
regret. His jealously had taken hold of everything, but something else nagged him.
A thought that stayed in the back of his head no matter how many times he pushed
it away. Harry was special to him, more than any other man he had ever known.

Was this last drunken stuper brought about by his thoughts of Hermione\'s betrayal,
or that fact it had been with Harry? Or maybe the thought he hadn\'t been asked to
join in, but now it just wasn\'t true. Mione said it wasn\'t, but still his thoughts tormented
him. Was it something else about this whole thing that struck him weird? The pressure
of Hermione in his lap made all the blood rush south, and made it hard to think.

\"Touch me, Ron.\" Her voice sweet and lovely in his ear. \"You can touch me, Ron.
I want you too, please.\"

Ron\'s hands were rough, they had seen hard summer labor in years before. Ron had
tried to save as much money each year for his own school books, trying to take a little
pressure off his parent\'s each fall when new book fees were due. The work had been
hard, but he worked for his own happily.

Rough hands, but gentle as a lamb. Touching her shoulders with such featherlite
fingertips it made her skin shiver with small quakes of muscle. His fingers ran over her
heaving sides, and below her swelling breasts, making her breath catch in her throat with
broken gasps. His hands hungrily explored her willing skin, all to happy to finally run
his hands over her creamy carmel body.

Ron found the sweet spot on her neck with his soft lips, urgently kissing
along the long lines of her neck. Hermione\'s head was thrown back, welcoming
the slickness of his mouth, as Ron\'s tongue gave very small teasing licks in between
the soft pecks of his lips. He was daring, moving closer to her own.

Ron took her kiss happily, volts of current running through his body when her lips
touched his. It was like flying, a fufillment of something you have longed for, the pure
euphoria it brings to have your own little world perfect. If only for a moment.

\"I\'ve waited eight years to do that.\" Rmilemiled up at her with such happiness
it almost made her choke up....almost.

Hermione smiled down on him as she began to guide his hands to the thin straps of
her night attire, hooking them as they fell off her rounded shoulders, taking down the
rest of the garment with them. She was left exposed to the cool air, her tanned nipples
getting harder by the second.

She gasped as Ron from below her, took a sensitive bud in his mouth and began to
roll his warm tongue over the point, sucking gently and pulling with expert motions.

In spite of her proper demeneor, she unleashed a moan from deep inside. Letting
it out with a rush of air as Ron took the other in his hand and started to move it sweetly
around in his palm. It made the pull between her legs almost unbearable, as the nerve
endings of her nipples tingled at his touch. She could only find some sort of relief when
she ground her hips down upon his lap, making Ron\'s throbbing cock pass between them
through the blankets.

Ron surely felt this, everytime her hips moved she would feel the gutteral
moans on her nipples, vibrating beautifully in rhythm with her. Sex for Hermione was
fairly new, she had only done it once, and it was short and not very educational. She
had not known until now, these feelings that Ron was awakening deep down in her existed.
But tonight wasn\'t about sex, it was about Ron. He didn\'t need sex, he needed affection.
To let him know the past years had not been the waste he thought them to be.

\"Merlin, Mione!\" Ron was breathless from her grinding, and the soft little innocent
moans that came from her were sending him into another world. She moved to the
side of him, and he whimpered at the loss pressure on his throbbing cock, but when
her little petite hand made it under the blankets and into his boxers, he about came
right there.

Only he held off and tried to think of how many times he had dreamed about
just this. His best friend, the object of his affections for many years, was now
rubbing his hard length producing the best hand job he had ever got. Not
that he was the king or anything, even though he loved Mione, sometimes
waiting for her just didn\'t cut it.

Oh, but was it ever worth the wait! Her touch was eroticly charged in the way
it moved, twisting slightly, moving in different speeds, then toying with the reddened tip,
smearing pre-cum over the tip before doing it all again.

Ron didn\'t even know he had his eyes shut until he felt her move once again. He
felt a large wave of lust rush over him as he realized she was moving the blankets
from between them, pulling them back to move lower as Ron strained his hips forward
in her hand in spite of himself.

Hermione planted soft kisses down his pale torso, her long tresses dragging
against his sides, as she positioned her lips above Ron\'s seeping cock. She
teased his head for a moment before placing a kiss on the tip. Hermione giggled
lightly when Ron looked down at her with his dark adoring eyes.

He looked as if in a dream, almost like he didn\'t quite believe it was happening.
Her touch drove him to places far beyond anything his fantasies had even shown him.
She was so little and beautiful, small and petite, compared next to his large and lumbering
body, she was almost tiny. His hands almost engulfed her fair sized breasts, and his arms
almost folded completely around her lean waist. Somewhere inside he prayed he would not
hurt her, if and when, the time came for...other things. Ron groaned outwardly with the idea
of \'other things\'.


Then her warm mouth was at the top of ach aching member, pushing down slowly,
engulfing him into the wet warmth. Ron\'s nerves cried out from the sudden pleasure,
bringing forth a low groan from deep inside his chest.

\"Mione\',\" he whispered and moved his hands to the side of her head, smoothing
back her wild auburn locks. He was wanting only to see her lovely features as
she pleasured him, moving with swift licks and slow kisses, driving him closer
to the pleasure edge. She worked him to his point, but then would stop, backing
off as his body reacted. She did this several times, each time more prolonged
and drawn out.

Hermione suddenly increased her speed and pressure, and Ron\'s back arched
off the mattress as he gasped wildly at her, shocked at the feelings that corsed through
his balls. He began to tremble, breathing heavily between his moans of delight. It was
all too much, her touch, the softness of another body close to his, her smoldering
eyes that burned up at him with passion unsurpassed.

\"Ah, Mione\' Gods!\" Ron came with a shout, not being able to hold out any longer.
If it had been anyone but her, he was sure it would of lasted longer. In fact he knew it,
but this was not the time to think. The pleasure coursed throughout his veins as his
orgasm raged, his fists balled tightly in her hair as she sucked him until he was drained.
Every muscle taunt as his body spasmed, rocking with her talents.

Hermione came up grinning with satisfaction, watching her would be lover. Ron\'s face
was red, from somewhere between the embarrassment and release. He was bright eyed,
and still looking like he was on the other side of the looking glass. Ron had waited so
long for this, and now that it was here, he couldn\'t let himself get too comfortable with
the idea. It could be ripped away from him at any second, just like many other things in his
life. Like a dream, gone in an instant.

But she was here, physically here for the first time, touching him, wanting him. Feeling
him like he wanted to be felt, that kind of contact was so lacking from his life. No wonder
he had been such a prick lately. Living with her, seeing her everyday, and not being able
to do anything about it. It was beyond frustrating, it was simply maddening.

She was coming up now to lay at his side, propping herself up to look at his loving
face. Flushed and bright with a happiness that was very apparent.

Hermione sighed and played in his hair. There would be no more tonight. Ron
would be better now, she hoped. This was only the beginning for them, there would
be many nights to come. Many nights for all of them.

Ron snuggled into her, talking for awhile about how sorry he was for the lmontmonths.
He admitted the weather had not been the only thing to turn cold. She reassured him
lovingly that all was forgiven, and the nights to come would be bring them back together.

\'All of us,\' she thought as she slipped silently out his door. Ron had fallen into peaceful
slumber and she crept to the third floor, finding the small attic door by the crack of
light around it, hazing through the darkness.

She climbed the small ladder, still in her thin nightie, only to find Harry slumped over his
desk. No doubt writing, reading, and re-reading his beautiful poetry, she never had to ask
who is was about. He had fallen asleep in mid-paragraph. She used her nimble fingers to
gently pull the quill from his hand and wrote on a small piece of spare parchment.

\"Everything is ours, the trio never dies.\"

She smiled at his small snoring sounds, at least he was at peace for the moment. Harry
wanted so much to be loved, but not by just anyone. He knew what his heart desired, and he
had faith that Hermione knew just what to do to help him get it.

Just like always.

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Hope you like the new fic...will be four or five chapters I think...just something
to clear the palet...always liked the idea of the Golden Gryffindors being secretly
\'together\'...Hermione isn\'t being evil, just cunning..you\'ll understand more as it
goes along...hehehe..PLEASE R&R!! Reviews always make my day!!! Thanks
for reading... feel free to e-mail anytime with questions or comments. Thanks for
stopping at the temple...Shaolin