The Golden Trio

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The Golden Trio

Harry closed his eyes tightly at the scene before him. He didn’t want to see the death and destruction Voldemort’s Death Eaters brought, but closing his eyes couldn’t block out the screams of their innocent victims. Harry began to weep for the people who were being tortured, people he had never met; people he mourned for every moment of his life.

“Sh, Harry,” a voice said next to his ear, a warm arm encircling his waist from behind, an equally warm hand smoothing his hair. “It’s a dream, only a dream.”

Harry was sobbing harshly, even as one of his best friends attempted to comfort him. “No,” he moaned pitifully, shaking his head violently in denial. “It was real… all those people… sweet spirits above… all those people.”

His bed dipped gently as Hermione finally found her way into his bed, lying in front of him, even as Ron was lying behind him. Harry instinctively snuggled into her warm embrace, sobbing into her nightgown.

“Oh, my Harry,” she whispered gently, one of her hands joining Ron’s on his head to comfort him.

“He killed them,” Harry mourned, wrapping his arms around Hermione’s small waist, taking small comfort from the closeness of his best friends, continuing to sob out his grief. Hermione and Ron shared a look over Harry’s shoulder, sadness and concern coloring their features. Hermione removed her hand from around Harry’s waist, using her wand to spell his curtains closed, and then moving her hand once again to join Ron’s in their mutual embrace of their friend.

“Who was it, Harry?” Hermione asked gently, petting Harry’s messy locks tenderly.

“I don’t know!” Harry wailed in anguish. His sobs intensified again as he said, more softly, “I don’t know.”

Hermione and Ron simultaneously tightened their embrace, offering as much support as they could, both wishing that they could take this anguish away, but knowing it was Harry’s alone to bear. Even so, they murmured comforting nonsense to him gently until his sobs subsided to occasional sniffles.

“Better?” Ron asked softly, placing a loving kiss to the back of Harry’s head.

Harry sniffled. “A little,” he replied, burrowing deeper into Hermione’s body. Ron, in turn, shifted closer to Harry from behind.

“We’ll stay as long as you need us, love,” Hermione murmured, placing a kiss to Harry’s forehead.

“Thank you,” Harry whispered, his hand fisting into Hermione’s nightgown the way an infant would grab his mother’s clothes for comfort. “I’m going to kill him,” Harry said so quietly that his mates almost didn’t catch it. “Even if I have to die too, I’m going to kill him.”

Hermione and Ron tightened their grips again, possessively this time. “You’re not going to die,” Ron declared.

“We won’t let you,” Hermione agreed.

Harry said nothing, but he burrowed his face into the hollow between Hermione’s neck and shoulders, inhaling her scent deeply. “I know,” he said, before placing a kiss there, his own embrace tightening marginally.

“We love you, Harry,” Ron said softly, his eyes drifting closed in his pain for his friend.

“You know that, don’t you?” Hermione asked when Harry made no reply.

Harry nodded slightly. “I can’t imagine why,” he murmured.

“You’re an amazing person to know,” Ron assured. “Everyone who knows you wishes they could be more like you.”

“Not the fame, love,” Hermione said, knowing what Harry was going to say before he even opened his mouth. “You. The person you are.”

There was silence for a long while, the three friends holding each other tightly in the darkness of the moonless night.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said at last, breaking the comfortable silence that had descended.

“Whatever for?” Ron asked, starting to pet Harry’s hair again.

“Disrupting your lives,” Harry replied, the self-loathing obvious in his tone.

“Nonsense,” Hermione scolded.

“You’ve disrupted nothing,” Ron added.

“We like taking care of you, when you need us to,” Hermione continued.

“Just as you would take care of us.”

Harry moved his head back to look at Hermione closely. They leaned forward and kissed tenderly, Harry’s tongue slowly exploring Hermione’s mouth. The kiss lasted for a few moments before they broke apart. Harry turned his head to the side and shared an equally loving kiss with Ron. Once they’d separated, he said again, “Thank you.”

“Let us show you how much we love you,” Ron whispered into Harry’s ear, kissing his neck softly.

Harry’s eyes drifted closed, his head still turned toward Ron. “Yes,” he said softly. Ron bent and began kissing Harry again as Hermione used her wand to cast a silencing charm on the curtains before pushing her wand to join Harry’s under the pillow. She took the hand that Harry still had fisted in her nightgown and moved it to her breast, where it began to gently caress the soft mound of flesh, even as his other arm moved to touch Ron’s hip.

Hermione bent her head and began placing kisses on Harry’s bare chest and shoulders, tweaking his nipple with her fingers, eliciting a moan from the brunette. Ron had one hand on Harry’s taught stomach, rubbing comforting circles as his other hand pinched Harry’s pajama clad buttocks. Hermione could feel Harry’s growing arousal pressing into her thigh as she replaced her tweaking fingers with her mouth, pulling his hardened nipple and sucking on it harshly, drawing another moan from him.

Hermione sat up, watching her two boys kissing each other for a moment before pulling her nightgown off over her head, throwing it to the foot of the bed, her panties joining it shortly after. Once she was nude, she indulged in watching them for a while, feeling her body responding to the sight before her even as Harry rolled onto his back.

Ron pulled away then, and Hermione promptly took over the kissing while he reached past the enchanted curtains, retrieving a small vial from the nightstand between his bed and Harry’s. Once he had the curtains firmly closed again, he removed his sleep pants and tossed them to the foot of the bed to join Hermione’s nightgown, never taking his eyes off of his two lovers as they devoured each other. Harry’s hands had begun roaming Hermione’s soft skin, touching her breasts, hips and belly lovingly.

Ron maneuvered up onto his knees, his formidable erection bouncing lightly with the movement and he gave it a firm squeeze at the base, holding off his arousal for the time being. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Harry’s sleep pants, Harry automatically lifting his hips so that Ron could remove them, never breaking the increasingly heated kiss he shared with Hermione. Harry’s erection rested heavily against his belly, Ron taking in the sight of it with reverence for a moment before bending and taking the full length into his mouth.

Harry’s head dropped back to the pillow, a soft gasp issuing forth as Hermione moved down to suck on his neck, marking him directly over his jugular vein even as he thrust up into Ron’s mouth. Ron used his strong hands to hold Harry’s hips down, making sure to keep his pace slow so that this wouldn’t be over before it even began. After a few minutes, during which time Ron and Hermione had turned Harry into a moaning pile of goo; Ron sat up, Hermione doing the same and pulling Harry up slowly with her. Gently, she exchanged positions with Harry, lying on her back and letting her legs fall open.

Harry deftly got between Hermione’s legs, Ron kneeling behind him, touching his body everywhere. Harry lowered one hand to Hermione’s opening, fingering her clit in smooth circles, just as he knew she liked it, eliciting a keening cry from her lips. He bent forward and began kissing her again as Ron used one lubricated finger to begin preparing Harry’s entrance from behind.

Harry’s left hand was massaging Hermione’s breast as his right continued to rub her clit, her hips jerking up of their own accord, seeking more contact with the wicked digit. Behind them, Ron added a second finger to his preparations, leaning over Harry’s back and kissing along the shoulder blades, leaving an occasional mark in his wake. Harry jerked forward sharply with a deep moan as Ron rubbed his prostate, causing the pressure on Hermione’s clit to increase momentarily. She came with a loud scream, arching back into the bed, breaking her kiss with Harry and panting raggedly. As her body continued to convulse, Harry inserted two fingers into her waiting vagina, feeling the wetness there, as Ron inserted a third finger into Harry’s eager arse.

Harry removed his fingers and replaced them with his throbbing length, gently pressing into Hermione’s body, drawing another pleasured moan from her. He stopped moving entirely once he was fully seated, turning his head and sharing a long, passionate kiss with Ron. “Take me, Ron,” he whispered hoarsely, licking his lips. He turned back to Hermione, leaning close to her and kissing her again, moaning into her mouth as Ron slowly breached his body.

They began moving together, slowly at first, but building in tempo as their passion increased.

“Harder!” Hermione demanded, her hands roaming Harry’s muscled body. “Take him harder, Ron!”

Harry threw his head back, his eyes clenched shut. “Yes!” he cried. “Do it, Ron!”

Ron complied with the dual request, pounding into Harry, causing him to pound into Hermione in turn.

“Yes!” Hermione screamed as another orgasm ripped through her, Harry now rubbing her and pounding into her at the same time, his other hand bracing his weight above her. “Oh gods don’t stop! Yes! Oh, yes! Harry!” Multiple orgasms rocketed through Hermione’s body, leaving her in a sustained state of euphoria. Ron was pounding into Harry relentlessly now, gripping Harry’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. Harry’s whole body tensed up, his hips jerking sporadically as he came, spilling his essence deep inside of Hermione, the head of his cock nudging her cervix with each deep thrust. The involuntary contractions of his body pulled Ron’s orgasm from him, the ginger haired boy screaming Harry’s name as he emptied himself deep inside of the brunette.

Once spent, the teens collapsed into a sweaty heap, holding onto each other tightly. Hermione retrieved her wand from under the pillow, casting cleansing charms on the three of them, erasing the physical evidence of their lovemaking. Harry was, once again, sandwiched between his two closest friends, his breathing still coming down after his mind-blowing orgasm. After a while, he said, “I love you too. Both of you.” With that comforting admission, the trio fell into a restful slumber; Harry’s not marred by nightmares or visions again that night.

In the morning, Dean Thomas pulled the curtains open and rolled his eyes at the sight of Gryffindor’s Golden Trio wrapped up around each other under the light sheet, all of them obviously naked.

“Well?” Seamus asked impatiently from the door, hiking his bag higher onto his shoulder. “Is he up or what?”

“They’ve been at it again,” Dean muttered, letting the curtain drop closed.

Seamus rolled his eyes as well. “Well, wake them up, then,” he muttered. “Hermione will be hell to live with if we let her be late to class.”

Dean nodded his agreement, prodding Harry’s foot with his hand. “Wake up, Harry,” he said loudly, knowing the other two slept like the dead.

Harry’s bright green eyes flickered open and he squinted at Dean. “Huh?” he muttered sleepily.

“You three love birds are going to be late for class if you don’t get up soon,” Dean informed the groggy teen.

Harry blinked at him for a moment, not even blushing because they’d been caught in bed together so many times in the past. “Oh, okay,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “Thanks, Dean.”

Dean shrugged. “Sure. See you at breakfast.” He swiftly left the dorm, trying desperately to control his own blush.

Harry nudged his two lovers awake, sitting up and stretching languidly. Hermione rolled onto her back and stretched her back, cat-like, moaning at the sensation. Ron just grumbled and batted Harry’s hand away.

“Come on!” Harry said loudly, nudging Ron again. “We’re going to be late!”

Hermione chuckled. “Who found us this time?” she asked, her tired eyes shining with amusement.

Harry felt a sharp stab of guilt at how worn out she look, but quickly squashed it down, knowing she’d scold him for it if she knew. “Dean,” he replied, smiling at her.

“At least it wasn’t Neville,” Ron commented, still not opening his eyes. “You remember that time he passed out?” The trio chuckled. Rumor had it that Harry and Hermione were having an affair behind Ron’s unsuspecting back. Harry chuckled again, wondering what the world’s reaction would be if they knew that their ‘savior’ was part of a triad. Gazing at his two devoted lovers, he decided he didn’t care so long as these two always loved him. He felt that, just maybe, he had a reason to live through the war after all. The thought brought a sparkle to his eyes, Ron and Hermione smiling in response. They looked at each other.

It seemed that Harry Potter’s spirit just needed a little love.

~FIN~