All Shacked Up

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein. They belong to JK Rowling. I simply make them do unspeakable things. NO money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.


A/N: It's me again!! I wrote this fic from a challenge from the AFF forums by Bargle5. Here's the challenge: Write me a story that has the trio, that's Harry, Hermiione and Ron, satisfying each other without any maleslash. Not even handholding.
Must have Hermione satisfying the boys together at least once, though having her do them separately as well is fine.
No BDSM, CBT, watersports, poopplay, toys, piercings, Non-con or violence. All right, just to show I'm not against everything kinky, you can include anal. However please make it sanitary, use cleansing charms or something. And lube, lots of lube.
No Hermione with any other male characters or Ron and/or Harry with any other female characters. This is about the trio.
Can be light and fluffy or dramatic and angsty or anything in between. Doesn't have to be strongly canonical, but try to keep them in character. Post-Hogwarts is fine.

Bargle5, I hope that this meets your expectations!!!!



Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in their small cottage near the edge of Hogsmeade. All three of them managed to get the weekend off from Hogwarts and were just spending it relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. It took a lot out of the trio to pretend to be just friends while at the school for nine months out of the year.

Hermione stretched out on the couch with her head in Ron’s lap and her feet in Harry’s. Ron played with her hair as Harry massaged her feet. “You know,” she said, “if people knew that we weren’t just three friends, they’d go ballistic.”

“But we are just three friends, Hermione,” Harry replied with a wink.

“Yeah,” Ron replied, “just friends, like Fred and Katie Bell.”

Hermione sat up. “Exactly,” she replied with a sparkle in her eye.

She leaned over and kissed Harry’s neck. “You know, boys, it’s been a long time since we’ve had a whole day to ourselves. I can think of several things we can do. Ron, why don’t you turn off the floo.”

Ron got up and grinned at Harry. “It’s been a long time since she’s felt this randy, mate. It’s going to make for a long and interesting day.”

Harry couldn’t do much but moan. Hermione was sucking on his neck. Ron walked back over to the couch from the fireplace and lifted her into his lap. She squeaked and giggled as she was pulled away from Harry’s neck with a slight pop. She wrapped her arms around Ron’s shoulders and kissed him passionately. Harry rubbed his erection through his trousers as he watched his lover kiss his best friend.

He watched Ron’s hands caress her silky skin under her tee shirt. It was almost enough to drive him mad with need.

Hermione was beginning to make delicious noises as Ron pushed all of the right buttons to turn her on. She crawled slowly out of his lap and Harry grabbed her around the waist. As he pulled at the hem of her shirt he whispered in her ear, “Where do you think you’re going? We are just getting started with you.”

He pulled her shirt over her head in one swift move. Ron towered over both of them as he stood in front of her. With one long finger he opened the front of her bra exposing her breasts. His large hands were warm as they caressed her exposed flesh, her nipples standing taught, seeking more attention from the questing digits.

It wasn’t long before the trio stumbled into their bedroom. The empty king sized bed was quickly full as Hermione straddled Harry’s waist and unbuttoned his shirt. He put his arms under his head and laid back, enjoying her ministrations. At the side of the bed, Ron had stripped down to his boxers.

As she licked her way across Harry’s chest, Ron scrambled onto the bed and straddled his friend’s legs behind her and began to kiss his way down her back. He reached around and unbuttoned her shorts. Sticking two long fingers down the front of them, he found the slick wetness he’d been anticipating. She giggled and rolled off of the dark haired man and allowed Ron’s skilled hands to roam her almost nude body.

Smiling at the two others, Harry unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off of his slim hips. His erection sprang free of the constrictive clothing and he began to stroke himself lightly. He enjoyed watching his two best friends undress each other.

Finally, all three were undressed, both men’s arousal evident. Hermione smiled and leaned back into the pile of pillows on the bed. “It’s all about me, this time,” she said, beckoning both men to her.

“It’s always about you,” Harry whispered into her ear. “We wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Ron was kissing and licking his way up her legs as Harry whispered naughty things. He nibbled on her ear even as he lightly pinched her nipple. She was beginning to have sensory overload as Ron sucked on her inner thigh.

He moved higher, spreading her legs farther apart. The heady scent of arousal filled the air in the room as her moans became louder. Ron used two fingers to part her glistening folds before flicking his tongue out to taste her.

Her body arched as he began to torture her clitoris with the flat of his tongue. Harry’s coarse hair brushed against her breast as he sucked on a nipple. Both men knew it drove her crazy to have them do that to her.

After several minutes, Hermione’s breath came in gasps. Her orgasm was imminent. Harry scraped his teeth lightly over her nipple, careful not to cause her any pain as Ron sucked strongly at her clitoris.

An explosion of light flashed before her eyes as her orgasm slammed through her body like an avalanche. Hermione’s moans filled the small cottage telling anyone near the place of her journey into ecstasy.

As she came down from her powerful orgasm, both men laid down beside her on the bed. They ran their fingers over her abdomen, chest, and arms, soothing her, grounding her.

Brown eyes met green and she smiled. They met blue and she did the same. Her lovers were men so acutely attuned to her wants and needs. If she wanted a bit of kink, they obliged her using the necessary amount of roughness balanced with the gentleness she knew them both so well for. They knew where to lick, suck, or nibble to make her scream in pleasure. They both were absolutely perfect for her, and she could not imagine being with anyone else.

Harry swirled his tongue around her now flat nipple, coaxing it back to hardness. He grinned as Ron did the same. Soon she was once again moaning in pleasure.

It was not long before Ron stopped and gently pulled Hermione onto her hands and knees near the edge of the bed. He stepped onto the floor as Harry moved behind her. Ron began stroking himself as his friend grasped her hips.

Running his hands over Hermione’s rump and then giving it a light tap, Harry smiled. “I love your arse, Hermione. Do you know the things a man could do with it?”

Again he tapped it and watched it jiggle just a little. He loved that. He bent down and ran the tip of his tongue from the top of her crack, across her tailbone, and halfway up her spine. She shuddered with pleasure.

Gentleness was something that Harry could be counted on, mostly because of his upbringing, but also because of his experience with Voldemort. She thought about this as his calloused hands burned a path down her back, over her arse and down the back of her thighs. He leaned over and nipped at her hip, sucking on it and making a mark. Hermione turned and looked at her lover. Even as he sucked on her tender flesh, his eyes were searching hers for any sign of pain. She smiled and then bit her lip as Ron turned her back toward himself.

Lifting her chin, Ron looked into her eyes. Hermione knew what he wanted. Without breaking eye contact, she opened her mouth for him and took in most of his length. He gently began rocking his hips back and forth, relishing in the fact that she trusted him so implicitly as to give him complete control of their pace. She swirled her talented tongue around his member knowing exactly how he liked it, when he was in control.

Deft fingers probed her slick entrance followed by the blunt head of Harry’s engorged cock. He slipped easily inside her warmth, keeping pace with them.

It did not take long for the three of them to find a rhythm. As always, it was slow and languorous. Rough male hands touched soft feminine skin to turn her on and convey their feelings for her. Soft words were whispered and low grunts became quiet moans.

The rhythm increased. Ron, still mindful not to gag her, let Hermione take over the pace. She began to touch him. Skilled fingers caressed his sac before her smaller hand wrapped around his cock, aiding her mouth in its sinful quest.

Both Harry and Hermione heard Ron moan low in his chest, signaling his immediate orgasm. He exploded into her mouth in three short thrusts of his hips. She moaned around him, intensifying his pleasure, as she swallowed his essence.

When his orgasm subsided, Ron pulled himself from her mouth and knelt on the floor in front of her. Harry couldn’t hear the quick exchange between the two over the slap of his skin on hers, but he knew the words by heart. He knew the whispered declaration of love followed by an intense kiss. When the two kissed, he felt Hermione peak. Her whole body shuttered and she moaned into Ron’s mouth. She loved the though of tasting herself in Ron’s mouth as he tasted himself in hers.

Only when her moans became soft whimpers did Harry let himself fall over the precipice into sated bliss. With several sharp thrusts of his hips, he was there. Sweet completion! He emptied himself in her willing body and when he was done. He draped himself over her back, kissing the skin and enjoying its petal softness.

Gently he pulled out and they both lay on the bed facing each other. Harry put his hands on her cheek. “I love you, Hermione,” he whispered in a voice hoarse with passion.

“You don’t have to say it, Harry,” she replied as she ran her fingers through the small patch of black hair on his chest. “I know you love me as much as I love you and Ron.”

He kissed her lips chastely as Ron got in the bed with them. The three lay there in sated, blissful silence until sleep overtook them. They would surely wake to another round of love making, but contentment reigned as the men rested in the arms of Hermione. There was no other woman in the world for them.


~finite~