A Night of Exceptions

Title: A Night of Exceptions
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK. Rowling, I am merely borrowing them for non-profit amusment.
Rating: NC-17
Words: 11889
Ships: Harry/Hermione/Ron Harry/Ron Hermione/Sirius
Warnings: Sexual situations, adult themes, mild language, consumption of whisky.


~*~ A Night of Exceptions- PART ONE ~*~



The final few weeks of school had finally arrived. But these weren't just the last remaining weeks of school, no way, but the most absolute. It was Harry, Hermione and Ron's final month at Hogwarts, the only thing keeping them there being exams. Official classes had ended, as had the final Quidditch match. Presently, there was a rather rowdy celebration going on in the Gryffindor common room as they had, yet again, triumphed over Slytherin. Harry was sure Snape had suffered an aneurism the moment he'd caught the snitch.

The match had been rough, most definitely. How could it not when the opponent was Slytherin? This year they had at least opted to dispose of players with little to no talent -Malfoy- and actually had quite a good team. And that's what made winning even better- that and Ron could actually perform in front of a crowd these days without hesitation. Harry was sure it was because he needn't become any redder than usual- the girls were a fan of pink this season, red was far too heavy.

Nevertheless the Gryffindor team were spotless in their performance, which resulted in never ending supplies of adrenalin pumping wildly through them even three hours later. But who could blame them? They had just made history- the most number of consecutive wins and the most number of consecutive wins against the same team in all of Hogwarts' long history.

At the present moment though, Ron slapped Harry on the back for the umpteenth time. "I think that was your best catch yet!" He grinned wildly, waving his drink around.

Harry couldn't wipe the grin off his face. "Well, I'd always hoped to finish with a bang. It's just my luck it wasn't green." He said, frowning lightly.

"Your parents would have been very proud of you, of that I'm certain." Hermione smiled, sensing Harry's slight distress.

"I know. Thanks 'Mione." Harry smiled at her. "Do you need another drink?"

Hermione shook her head. "No, I think this'll be my last!"

Harry and Ron laughed. "You said that two drinks ago!" They said in unison, pausing to grin at each other.

Hermione shrugged. "I know, but this time I might actually believe it."

Ron seemed almost thoughtful. "Yeah... have you ever told a lie for some reason or other and you keep on telling it so much that you actually start to believe it? Maybe it'll work like that."

"Hopefully." Hermione smiled, shifting her position on her bed. They'd escaped to her bedroom, which actually allowed boys, because the Common room was absolute havoc. "It'll be sad to leave this."

"Tell me about it." Harry whispered, sipping his drink. "But enough of that, lets make the most of our last moments." He lent forwards and wrapped one arm around Hermione and the other around Ron.

"I'm all for that." Ron agreed, happily returning Harry's embrace.

"Ditto." Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek, then Ron.

"Arg! Hermione!" Harry groaned, scrunching up his nose at her in mock disgust. "You just had to go and ruin the moment didn't you?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Oh did I really? I heard, from a reliable source I might add, that you'd rather like it if I kissed you. I can see right through you mister." She smirked.

Harry grinned. "Damn, I've been sprung. I told you not to tell her Ron!" Harry slapped him lightly on the back of his head. "Although... the truth is Ron has wanted to shag you since first year, although he didn't quite know what those urges were then."

"Harry!" Ron whinged, then flicked him on the ear, "You said you wouldn't! And I didn't!"

"Didn't what? Didn't know what those urges were?" Harry chuckled as he ducked a feigned punch.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Hermione cried over the top of them, leaning herself over Harry to try and block them being fools. She knew they weren't being sincere, but it was still getting annoying. She groaned when she felt Harry's hand slap her on the butt. "Harry..." She growled, turning around with a murderous look in her eyes.

Harry visibly gulped, and Ron continued to grin. "Oh! I think she's got you now Potter."

Harry cried out and flipped over onto his stomach, trying to unsuccessfully throw himself from the surprisingly large bed. He let out a breath of air when he felt something heavy land on him, and realised that Hermione was actually tackling him! Harry was stuck where he was with Hermione straddling his back, pinning his arms to his side.

"You should know by now that you'd never win against me, Harry." Hermione said to him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh please, can you two not flirt in front of me?" Ron shook his head and rolled his eyes- but it was too predictable for him that Harry would loose.

"If this is what you call flirting then you must be really whacked Ron." Harry said. His voice was muffled by Hermione's bed. "Arg, and before you say anything I don't mean literally!" Harry breathed in a big gulp of air when he felt Hermione's weight relent, and wondered why she'd let him go. His answer came soon.

"Right, if you two are going to talk like that in my room you can leave." She said, not seriously of course.

Harry rolled over. "Is that a threat?" He smirked at her, and then winked. Suddenly Hermione was leaning over him, her wand in his face.

"Yes, it is." She eyeballed him for a few moments, before pulling back off him. "Now that that is sorted..." She said to no one in particular.

"Yeah, alright. But speaking of this topic..." Harry came in close to his friends, looking positively evil. He elbowed Ron in the side. "Come on, let's make tonight a night of confessions. It's time to tell all- you really do want to shag 'Mione don't you!"

Ron went pink in the face. "You know that I don't!" He said, but both Harry and, gulp, Hermione could tell that he was at least partially lying.

"Oh yes you do!" Harry sung back to him, waving a finger in his face.

"So do you!" Ron shot back, trying to defend himself.

Harry shrugged. "Yes, your point?" When Ron didn't answer Harry turned to Hermione. "Sorry 'Mione, but you are hot." He smiled sweetly at her.

"Thank you Harry, you're not all that bad yourself." She rolled her eyes at him.

Harry winked at her, then motioned with his eyes towards Ron. Hermione seemed to understand what he was trying so say. "So 'Mione, if something were to happen... I can't think of what at the moment, but lets just say that if the opportunity presented itself- would you shag me?"

Hermione paused, watching Harry with amused eyes. She agreed to play a role in his game. "It is undeniable- I would shag you."

Harry whooped with joy, shooting a glance at Ron's reaction then engulfed Hermione in a hug. "You are precious, aren't you?" He said as he kissed her on the cheek. "How's about a real kiss?" He grinned at her.

Hermione laughed, pushing him away.

"Please? What could it hurt?" He asked her, still grinning and struggling against her grip. Hermione let go of him.

"Oh Merlin, the sad thing is you're actually serious!" She exclaimed, realising that he was. "Harry, I don't think whisky agrees with you come to think of it."

"I think 'Mione's right you know." Ron added, and Harry turned to him.

Harry shrugged. "Probably, she's hardly ever wrong." He turned back to her. "Come on, I bet you're just unwilling because you think it'll make us go all weird. Trust me, I wont go weird!"

"You already are." Ron shot at him, and he and Hermione giggled.

"Well then nothing'll change! Come on 'Mione, what are you afraid of?" His grin was ceaseless.

Hermione sighed. "I'm not afraid of anything."

"Well then kiss me!" Harry had no sooner said the words when, suddenly, a little unexpectedly, Hermione was all around him. Still smiling he pressed his lips firmly to hers, not bothering to be shy when it came to opening his mouth and tempting her lips with his tongue.

Hermione opened her mouth and kissed Harry back, wrapping her arms around his neck. The kiss was fast, fierce, and Harry realised that he'd never experienced a kiss like it before. It was exciting, possibly because it was some how something he knew he shouldn't be doing, and definitely the best he'd ever had. Who would have guessed that Hermione was a great kisser?

They parted, each still tasting the other, and looked in each other's eyes.

"I though you said you wouldn't go all weird." Hermione said, an accusing hint notable in her voice.

"Oh I'm not, I'm more astounded actually. Where have you been hiding that talent?" He said, his voice getting louder. "You're brilliant 'Mione, absolutely superb! That's the best snog I've ever had!" He turned to Ron. "Did you see it?"

Ron was looking a little disgruntled, one of his red brows raised. "How could I miss it?"

Hermione, on the other hand, was blushing lightly. "Stop being stupid, as if I am."

"No really, no shit! I'd pay to kiss you again." He grinned at her, then reached into his pocked, and produced a shining gold Galleon.

"No deal." Hermione said, laughing lightly. "Maybe if that was real... but Harry, did you really expect to trick me with something I charmed myself?" She asked lightly.

Harry sighed. "I know, but it was worth a try." He said, replacing the coin in his pocket. The galleon had been the one that they'd used in their fifth year to organise DA meetings. "What if I got you a real one?"

This time Hermione sighed. "Harry, you can't pay me to kiss you."

Harry groaned. "I know, I shouldn't have thought..."

"I'd do it for free." She laughed, sending an amused look to Ron who was looking slightly put off. "But first, since this is a night of confessions..." She crawled in closer to Harry and Ron. "I think I'd like to kiss Ron, if he'll allow me."

If Ron's face was already red, then right now he looked like he'd explode. He was in a momentary stupor, until Harry elbowed him on his side. "Ouch, why'd you do that?"

Ron was sure he could see every single one of Harry's white, gleaming teeth. "Because you were staring, and I was beginning to worry that you'd jump up and eat Hermione if I didn't distract you. Well, what's your answer?" Harry prompted.

Ron looked to Hermione. "Sure, why not? I wouldn't mind knowing if Harry was right." He chanced a smile, and lent in to meet Hermione's lips. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, and Ron knew now was not the time to be timid. He had to suppress a groan when Hermione's tongue plunged into his willing mouth, and he knew right then and there that Harry was right- Hermione really was a great kisser.

"Well? Was I right?" Harry asked Ron eagerly, after he and Hermione had parted.

Ron was breathless. "Yeah..." He breathed, a dazed smile on his face.

Hermione giggled. "Well I thought the both of you were pretty good, although..." A wicked grin crept up onto her face, a rare sight indeed. "... I think it would only be right if you two did it too."

Harry and Ron looked at her, confusion riddling their faces. "Huh? I don't understand." Harry said, looking at Ron with puzzled eyes.

"Oh Harry, I thought you were smarter than that! Can't you figure it out?" She pressed, the grin still on her face.

Ron eyes widened. "No, you don't mean...?" He looked at Harry with horror.

Harry seemed to figure it out at that moment too. "But 'Mione, that's just..." He looked at Ron, their expressions matching.

"Don't tell me you're scared! Really, it's not that bad is it?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "It's not is it? Well why don't you just go off and snog another girl, I'm sure Ron and I could handle seeing that." He smirked at Ron, who smirked back.

"Yeah, go on 'Mione!" Ron grinned.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "Been there, done that."

Harry's eyes widened. "No! Really? Who?"

Hermione looked at Ron. "I don't know if you'd want to know, actually."

"Why?" Asked Ron. "Oh wait... please don't say it was Ginny? Eww, I don't want to picture her with anyone!"

Harry laughed. "Well that's okay for me still!" He looked at Hermione. "Did you really snog Ginny?"

Hermione smirked, then nodded. "It wasn't anything big or anything, we had to do it as a dare."

"But was there tongue?" Harry probed, looking excited.

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes Harry, there was tongue."

Harry made a funny little gesture with his fist and whooped. "I wish I had of been there to see that!" His smile was huge, and he turned to Ron. "Come on Ron, even you can't deny it would have been hot seeing Hermione with another girl?"

Ron sighed. "I know- I'll just pretend it wasn't Ginny. That'd be okay."

Hermione cleared her throat. "Now that that's done, lets get back to what I was saying before..." The evil grin re-emerged.

Harry and Ron shook their heads. "No way," Harry said. "You'd have to pay us or something."

"What if I kiss you both again? Will you do it for that?" Hermione asked, not really concerned if she had to kiss them again. After all, it wasn't like they weren't good looking- as far as she was concerned she thought they were rather good. Harry more so than Ron, but the inkling was still there.

Harry and Ron looked at each other. "I don't know..." Ron said carefully, shooting a nervous glance at Harry.

"I know what your problem is! You're both afraid to say yes in case the other wont and you'll look silly!" Hermione said, grabbing her wand and conjuring up some parchment and a quill. She ripped the parchment in half, and handed both Harry and Ron a piece. "Write you answers on this, then give it to me and I'll open them. If one said yes and the other didn't, then no one will have to know except me- and I don't care. So how about it?"

"Sure, I'll do it." Harry said, snatching the quill. He scribbled his answer, folded it, and handed it back to Hermione.

"Thank you Harry." Hermione said with a smile, "For that you can have this." She said, then lent over and pecked him on the lips.

Harry smiled sweetly at her, and then flashed a grin at Ron.

Ron looked at them both for a moment before leaning down and writing his answer. He folded it carefully, twice, and then handed it back to Hermione. Ron took a deep, nervous breath.

Hermione looked beyond excited. "Right, I'll mix these up so even I don't know which is which. Then I'll open them and..." She winked at Harry and Ron. At once she put them behind her back and began fumbling them around. She then brought them back out and picked one, and opened it. Keeping a straight face she got the second and opened it. For a moment she sat there and stared at them, then with a jolt of energy she threw the paper up in the air.

"You'll have to do it now!" She sang happily, bouncing with excitement, her eyes gleaming.

"Oh don't tell me you cursed the paper or something..." Ron groaned, looking pained.

Hermione paused. "No I didn't, but that's a good idea! Pity its too late."

"You wont have to do that 'Mione, because we'll do it, won't we Ron?" Harry smiled at him, but then realised how that actually sounded, and so added- "I'd do almost anything to get another one of 'Mione's kisses, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah... maybe, I suppose. I guess it's not all that bad it is?" He said, not in the least looking like he actually believed his own words.

"Well go on!" Hermione urged, pushing them closer together.

Both Harry and Ron wore matching expressions of uncertainty. Finally they moved in close enough and with a bit more encouragement from Hermione they lent in, and hastily pressed their lips together before moving apart again.

"You can't be serious!" Hermione exclaimed, looking at the two boys with bewilderment. Harry and Ron were both wiping their mouths on the back of their hands.

"Why not?" Harry asked, looking at her curiously.

"That wasn't a kiss! If that's all you're going to do then you can forget about going further with me." Hermione said, drinking the last half of her drink in a gulp.

"Going further?" Ron asked, his eyes widening.

"No, you two can't even kiss each other properly, so don't even think about that." Hermione shook her head, pouring herself another glass. "Now if you don't mind, I think I'd like to get to sleep now."

"But you promised me a kiss 'Mione!" Harry protested.

"I said only if you kiss each other. And I meant properly."

Harry groaned. "Alright, fine. I see your point."

"Are you two going to do it properly then?" Hermione asked, hopeful, topping her whisky up with some coke.

Ron sighed in defeat. "Only if Harry will."

There was a pause- "Yeah, I'll do it. Hurry up Ron, lets just get this over with." He said, pulling Ron's face towards his. Harry pressed his lips to Ron's without another moment to spare, and proceeded in opening his friends' lips with his tongue until he found Ron's own tongue.

Ron shut his eyes, trying to forget that it was actually Harry he was kissing. He was expecting it to be horrible, like he could tell that it was actually Harry... but, in all honesty, it wasn't that bad. He kissed Harry back, with as much enthusiasm as he could procure, and pulled back when he felt Harry pulling back. He opened his eyes, and found Harry looking straight at him with evident amusement.

"Not bad Ron, not bad at all." Harry smirked at him, smiling again.

"Shut up." Ron said, looking away as he fought to contain a smile. Hermione then caught his attention.

"Now that was a kiss!" She said happily, "I think you both deserve something special now. Who's first?" She looked at Ron. "Since Harry was first last time, you can be now." She said, putting her hands on his shoulders and turning him to face her.

Ron swallowed nervously, smiling at Hermione. Next thing he knew she was kissing him and he had to contain a gasp as she pressed herself against him, pulling their bodies together as she pushed him back against the bed. Ron wrapped his arms around her, his tongue in her mouth, and blushed madly when he felt her move so that she was straddling his thighs. Ron completely forgot that Harry was in the room, only mere inches away, and was aghast when he actually moved his hips up into her!

Hermione pulled out of the kiss, and grinned down at Ron. "Oops, I think I've had a rather positive effect." She whispered into his ear, and then pulled herself off of him. Immediately Ron sat up and pulled his legs up to his chest in an attempted to hide what Hermione had caused. He was greeted with Harry's laughing face.

"Ron's in a state!" Harry cried, laughing. His laugher was cut off as Hermione pulled him into a kiss, and then it seemed that Harry forgot all about laughing at Ron. But instead of letting Hermione push him back, Harry took control and pushed her back so that he was on top of her.

Harry hummed into the kiss, and knew right then and there that he was experiencing the same problem as Ron. He kissed Hermione harder and before he realised what he was doing, Hermione was slapping him on the face.

"Did I say you could do that?" Hermione asked him angrily, removing his hand from her breast.

Harry blushed, assuming the same position as Ron. "No, I just... uh... got caught up in the moment?" He said meekly, his cheeks rosy.

Hermione sighed, a smile returning to her face. "It's okay. I don't mind. But if you want to do it again you'll have to earn it."

"Earn it?" Harry asked in confusion. "How do you mean?"

"You and Ron will both have to earn it. With each other." She smirked, and then gave them a broad smile.

Ron groaned. "Again? You do know that you're teasing us something shocking, don't you 'Mione?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes, I do. But it's fun, isn't it?"

"Maybe for you." Harry said, sending a glance Ron's way. Ron was still sitting with his knees to his chest, and that made Harry smirk- Hermione really did have the power over both of them at the moment.

"And you too! Just look at you both, you can't say that that wasn't caused by fun!" She motioned with her hands towards them.

"Yeah alright, you don't have to rub it in!" Harry said, embarrassment cursing through him. "Well, what do we have to do then?" He asked, almost wishing he hadn't.

"I'm not all that evil you know, just what you did last time only like how we just did it. But I'd like to see Ron on top this time." She smiled sweetly at them. "Come on, it wasn't all that bad last time was it? Just think what you'll get to do with me!"

Harry sighed. "I know, and alright. Ron?" He looked at his friend.

Ron sighed. "Yeah I know, okay. Come here then." He said, and Harry moved closer towards him. For the second time they kissed, and Ron obliged and pushed Harry back. But then a horrible thought struck him- Harry would be able to feel how hard he'd become just from kissing Hermione! The fright caused him to pull out of the kiss with a gasp, and he looked down at Harry.

"What?" Harry asked from beneath him.

Ron swallowed nervously. "N... nothing." He said, then, with Hermione's eyes watching closely, he resumed in kissing Harry. He breathed in a sharp breath when he felt Hermione's hand on his arse pushing his hips down, and gasped again when he felt Harry's own hardness pressing into him. It was a strange sensation, Ron had to think, and pulled away from the kiss with a new blush on his cheeks.

"Sorry." Ron muttered to Harry. "Hermione pushed me." He said, sending her a scathing look.

Hermione was looking smug. "That was rather well done, better than I expected actually. And sorry Ron, but I just had to."

Ron pulled himself off Harry and again resumed his prior position, Harry matching him.

Harry couldn't help but feel just a little awkward, after all it wasn't something he'd ever done before- he'd never been with another boy and it was actually quite shocking to feel the male anatomy of someone other than yourself at standing point. But Ron appeared just as flustered, which made him feel better. At least he wasn't the only one going through it.

"I've got a deal to make with you two now." Hermione grinned, honing in on the two. "I was going to let you do what I slapped Harry for doing before, but if the two of you will undress each other down to your shorts then I'll take this off." She said, tugging on the hem of her T-shirt.

Harry and Ron's eyes bulged. "You'll take it off?" Harry asked in disbelief- he didn't think they'd go that far, not that he was complaining!

Hermione nodded. "Yes, but my conditions include that you make it look real. You have to at least pretend that you're enjoying each other, and all that. Go on, it's not like you haven't seen each other almost naked before!"

"I don't care if I have to take everything but my boxers off to see you almost topless 'Mione." Harry said, "But what do you mean, make it look real?"

Hermione sighed. "You know, like this." She said, then grabbed onto Ron and kissed him, slipping her hands up his shirt and looking as if she were about to pull it off. But as suddenly as she had begun, she ceased leaving Ron looking mildly bewildered. "That's what I mean. Go on then."

Ron gave Harry a sceptical look. "Come on then Harry, I want to see you naked." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He startled when Hermione slapped him on the arm.

"Ron, if you don't want to participate then you can leave. I thought we were just having some fun, but if you can't..."

"No, it's alright. But really 'Mione, do we have to take it so seriously?"

"No Ron, you don't. I'm not taking it seriously; you're the only one doing that. If you really thought it was that horrible to kiss Harry then you would never have agreed to do it. You did, and you have, so that proves that you don't find it as repulsive as you keep implying. But that's not what this is about, is it? You're just afraid that we'll notice that really you actually like it." Hermione said, a slight smirk on her face as she finished.

Ron was looking at her with wide eyes. "I don't like it!" He said, his cheeks going pink.

Not that the other two noticed, but Harry was actually frowning lightly. "Don't worry Ron, it's alright if you do. To tell you the honest truth, and don't be scared or anything, but it's really not that bad to kiss you. At least I know where your mouth has been." Harry smiled, and relaxed when Ron smiled back and even managed a chuckle.

"You think you know where my mouth has been." He smirked.

"Is there something you're not telling me, Ron?" Harry grinned. "I was under the impression you'd told me everyone you've ever snogged." He lent closer with his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Ron sighed. "I know, but there is always the possibility that I didn't tell you."

"Ron, you haven't not told me anything like that since... since I can remember." Harry smirked. "So the possibility of that is very, very slim. Am I right?"

"You know you're right!" Ron said back, almost in defeat. "And you're right again- it isn't really all that horrible to kiss you, as you said at least I know you. But I'd rather snog 'Mione."

Hermione was nodding to herself with a smile. "Good, now that you two have sorted that out, lets get back to business!" She said, her smile broadening. "It's time to show me and yourselves how well you can fool me."

"Well if the purpose of this is to get physical pleasure, then I'd better keep up with the activities because I'm getting a little cold, if you know what I mean." Harry said, it now being safe for him to sit normally.

Ron made a face of disgust. "Please, we don't need to hear things like that. It's bad enough if they're visible."

"Maybe for you Ron, but I have no reason to be modest. And don't take that the wrong way, I'm not implying that you are of inadequate size or anything," Harry smirked, "Just that you shouldn't be concerned, because I've seen you and you have nothing to worry about."

The blush on Ron's cheeks deepened. "Harry, don't say things like that."

"It was a complement!" Harry exclaimed. "I thought you'd enjoy a bit of reassuring from a fellow male, considering its not all the time we really get a chance to say it- it's not really socially appropriate to, lets just say for instance, admire the form of the same sex without being classified as gay is it? I've seen a few and I think I know what's decent and what's not, and I'm just saying that we're not in that unfortunate group of those who are... laughable." He sniggered, trying to contain a laugh. He noticed Hermione shaking her head, looking nevertheless amused. "It's true!"

Hermione looked up. "I'll just have to wait and see, won't I? Or won't we be getting that far?" She raised an eyebrow at each of the boys.

But Ron was looking at Harry. "Harry, you're not... not gay, are you?" He asked, frowning at his friend.

Harry huffed, looking severely annoyed. "Yes Ron, I'm so homosexual that I want to shag Hermione who is, I believe, a woman, not to mention I've already had others- all of which were women! If that makes me gay, then I must be as gay as they come! That or I'm really a woman!" He finished, although he wasn't really angry. He was more making fun of Ron now.

Ron was smiling. "I know- I was only testing you. It can be funny to see you flustered sometimes." He looked at Harry a little more closely. "You might be able to pass off as a woman, maybe if you did something to your eyebrows and grew your hair longer or something."

Harry slapped Ron on the back of the head. "If one of us looks more like a woman then it's got to be you Ron."

"Alright, I've had enough! Harry isn't gay and Ron isn't feminine, understand?" She asked, her voice slightly louder than usual.

Harry and Ron, a little startled, nodded at her.

"Good. I don't want to hear anything more of that topic. Nor do I want to hear anything more about how..." She crinkled her forehead. "... how large each of you are." She chanced a smirk. "Now hurry up, I want to see if for myself!"

By now Harry and Ron were laughing, but nevertheless moving closer to each other. "Fine, lets get this done because the quicker we get naked the sooner we get to see Hermione naked." Ron said, throwing a grin Hermione's direction.

Harry agreed, and opened his arms up to Ron who lent in and kissed him firmly. Harry rolled his eyes to himself when he tugged on Ron's shirt, bringing it up and eventually off. He wasn't gay, that much he knew, because he didn't go around admiring other boys, nor did he find them attractive. On the other hand, he did notice himself watching girls and even, on the right occasion, flirted with them. But right now he was looking at Ron's face as he pulled off his friend's shirt.

Ron allowed Harry to pulled his shirt off, before he resumed kissing his best friend. It did feel a little weird that Hermione was watching them, but he wasn't all that concerned. Ron couldn't contain a shiver when he felt Harry's hands on him again, only this time there was nothing preventing them from touching his skin. He couldn't deny that the touch of another was gratifying, even if it was Harry. It wasn't his fault his body was responding, but Ron only hoped the same thing was happening to Harry.

But what if it wasn't? What if Ron was becoming aroused again and Harry wasn't? Ron knew then and there that he must at least try to make Harry stir, if he wasn't already. Ron, with newfound determination, kissed Harry harder and slipped a hand up the front of his shirt. Immediately he felt hot skin, smooth under his undoubtedly rough fingers, and consciously moved his hand up, dragging the shirt with it.

Harry shivered, wondering if Ron was always this good at... no, he really shouldn't be wondering such things. But Hermione had said that they had to make it look real if they were to see more of her, and Harry didn't see what there was to loose by actually doing so. But then a thought crossed his mind, and he ceased Ron's movements and broke their kiss.

"'Mione," Harry began, watching as Hermione's returned to normal from a glazed expression. "When you say I have to kiss Ron, does that mean it always has to be on his mouth?"

Hermione shook herself. Her insides were churning delightfully at the display Ron and Harry were giving her. "Ahh, no it doesn't. You can kiss him wherever you like."

Harry nodded and turned back to Ron, then lent in so he could whisper in his ear. "She wanted it to look real didn't she? As if in reality we'd only snog? Just don't be shocked, ok?"

Ron nodded, "Yeah, ok." He said, wondering just what Harry had in mind.

Harry, grinning, kissed Ron quickly on his mouth, then veered and directed his mouth to Ron's neck, where he began to lick and suck lightly. Harry felt Ron's hand squeeze his sides in obvious delight, and Harry knew that it must have been looking more genuine now. Soon it appeared Ron had recovered, and it wasn't long before he had removed Harry's shirt.

Harry opened his eyes when he felt Hermione's hand on his back, pushing him forward. He pulled away from Ron to look at her. She motioned with her eyes and her hands what she wanted him to do, and so, with reluctance, proceeded in doing so. Harry turned back to Ron, rolled his eyes, eliciting a knowing smile, and pushed him back so that he could lie on top of him. He breathed in sharply when he felt his body against Ron's, so hard, but managed a pleased look when he saw what he'd done to his friends neck- it was a lot redder than the rest of his skin.

This time Ron didn't feel so uncomfortable about being able to feel each other's bodies, because now he knew for sure that Harry was just as excited as he was. He wrapped his arms around Harry, placing one hand on his neck and the other on his strong back. Ron could feel Harry's muscles with his every move, and could literally feel the power emanating off of him. He almost broke their kiss when he felt Harry's hand working it's way down his torso, and for one horrible moment Ron was terrified that he'd go further. But Harry didn't, he stopped at the buckle of his jeans where Ron felt him fumbling around.

Finally, Harry managed to get Ron's jeans undone. He pulled the fly down, and felt himself blush when he felt something hard against his hand, not to mention the slight jerk Ron's whole body made at the contact. But Harry couldn't blame him; he knew he'd react just the same if he were in Ron's position. Harry lifted his hips and attempted to remove Ron's pants. It was difficult, but soon they were around his knees and Ron was able to manoeuvre them off himself.

Now with the main layer of clothing gone, Ron could feel every pressure so much clearly. He was aware that his breathing had deepened, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. But he had something he needed to do, and so skimmed his hands down Harry's back until he came to his jeans. Ron had to bite back a nervous giggle as he accidentally went too far and felt the curve of Harry's ass, hoping that Harry didn't notice.

But it appeared that Harry didn't, or if he did then didn't show it, so Ron followed the top of the jeans around Harry's body until he felt the belt buckle. It was difficult to undo it, but not completely un-accomplishable, and soon it was free and Ron was able to push Harry's own jeans down. Ron tried to guide the jeans down, but accidentally pushed Harry's boxers down a little too. He was aghast to feel beneath his fingers the slightly coarse hair creeping towards Harry's bellybutton, but Harry didn't react.

Soon, after a bit of a struggle, Harry was finally down to the same state of undress as Ron, and the two pulled apart, now almost completely bare, with matching rosy cheeks. It seemed they'd affected the other more than they initially thought.

Hermione was watching with wide eyes. She had got exactly what she'd asked for, which she wasn't expecting at all. She had to take a deep breath to calm herself down, and try to scare away the butterflies in her stomach. She motioned for Harry and Ron to come closer to her, and shut her eyes as they both worked at pulling her top up and off.

Once her top was off, and she was left sitting there in her bra, she allowed the boys to take some control, and allowed them to push her back onto the bed. She shivered in delight when she felt two pairs of lips on her, and two pairs of hands touching her. Hermione was surprised at how tender both were, never expecting them to be talented lovers for whatever reason.

Every now and then Harry and Ron would look up and catch each other's eye, and send the other a quick grin, their eyes straying momentarily. But then Hermione caught them doing it and gave them a curious look.

"What?" Harry asked, and then lent in to kiss her. He pulled away from her, and then kept his eyes on hers as he ran his hand over her breast.

Hermione smiled at him, and then moved her eyes over to Ron. "I want the two of you to continue, if you are to touch me you have to touch each other. Then maybe I'll consider touching each of you." She put a hand on their faces and guided them together.

Harry and Ron kissed, tongues coming forth, yet their hands didn't stray from Hermione's body. However while they were preoccupied, they didn't notice Hermione's movements, and hastily broke their kiss when their hands stumbled upon skin where before it was not able to be felt.

Hermione arched her back as Ron and Harry's hands caressed her naked breasts, and gasped when she felt a hot mouth on each. She knew she was loosing herself within the sensations, and that the alcohol was probably adding to it, but it was feeling just so good...

Harry moved his kissed back up Hermione's neck, pausing here and there, until he kissed her mouth again. He pulled back, and moved so that he could whisper in his ear. "Would it be okay if...?" He whispered huskily, running his hand down her flat stomach until he reached the top of her jeans, and carefully slipped his fingertips in and under. He would have proceeded further, but Hermione's hand clasped his.

"If you are to do this, you have to do it to Ron as well." She smirked wickedly, her hand still clenching his tightly.

Harry looked at her blankly. "You mean... Oh Hermione, you don't mean?" Harry wrinkled his nose.

This seemed to catch Ron's attention, and he looked up. "What's Hermione asking you to do now?" He asked, raising his eyebrows when he noticed where Harry's hand was.

Harry sighed, looking at Ron. "If I'm to do this..." He motioned with his head towards Hermione's lower half, "... then I have to do the same to you."

Ron's eyes bulged, turning to Hermione. "Look 'Mione, I don't know who you think we are..."

Hermione interrupted him. "I know exactly who you are, and that's precisely why I'm asking this of you. If you want me, I don't come cheap." She smiled widely. "Or easy. Really, can't you just have a little fun? We're all friends here..."

"But Hermione, it's just a little weird. I mean, I've never..." Harry quirked a black eyebrow towards Ron.

"Of course you have! I'm not stupid Harry, I do know what you boys get up to." She rolled her eyes, laughing lightly as she spoke.

"Yeah but that doesn't mean we do it to each other! It's one thing to do it to yourself, but to someone else..." He shuddered lightly. "And its a lot more different doing it to a girl..." He smirked at Hermione.

"All right, fair enough. It's different. But go on, if you want me then you have to do it..." Hermione teased. "Maybe if you have another drink?" She suggested, gesturing towards the bedside table in which a bottle of whisky sat.

Harry sighed and looked at Ron. "Do you think you'll be able to do it after another drink?"

Ron shrugged. "I think I'd need the whole bottle, one drink wont make a difference."

"I know." Harry agreed. "But... if I can do this and," He licked his lips, "kiss you as well... then I'll gladly touch Ron, however much he disapproves."

Hermione considered this. "All right Harry, you have a deal, but only if Ron agrees to it as well."

Harry turned to Ron, almost desperate. "Please say you'll do it Ron." He pleaded, trying to look sad.

Ron was trying to fight off a grin as he looked at Harry. "You have no idea how pathetic and desperate you look right now, but okay- I'll do it." He said almost tiredly.

Harry turned back to Hermione with his biggest grin yet. "Looks like you have your part of a deal to live up to now."

"So do you Harry." Hermione smiled at him, kissing him as he finally slipped his hands completely in and under her underwear.

Harry kissed Hermione harder when his fingers made contact with her. The first thing he noticed was how hot and wet she was, and smiled into their kiss thinking that he and Ron had caused to her get in that condition. He stroked his finger against the part of her that he knew she would feel a lot of pleasure from, and had to break their kiss when Hermione gasped.

Hermione swallowed and took a deep breath when she felt Harry's finger slip inside of her. She couldn't contain a slight groan when he inserted a second, and lowered his mouth back down to her breast. Harry was increasing his pace, and Hermione knew if she didn't stop him soon she'd be gone.

"Stop..." She breathed, reluctantly ceasing Harry's movement with her hands. "... or else Ron will have to wait until another day." She said, smiling. She opened her eyes to find Harry's smiling face. "What's that look for?"

Harry's smile widened. "No reason." He smirked, kissing her briefly. Harry turned to Ron, and found him looking at Hermione and himself with glassy eyes. "Hey Ron..." Harry said in a teasing tone. "Are you alright there?"

Ron shook himself. "Oh yeah... yeah I'm good." He said, a dazed smile on his face. Just then he reached out and grabbed Harry's hand and directed it up towards his face. Ron looked at Harry and then at Hermione and, keeping his eyes on Hermione's proceeded to bring it to his mouth where he lapped at it with his tongue.

"Ah! What are you doing?" Harry asked, jerking his hand back. He heard Hermione giggle.

"That was good Ron, very good." She smiled at him, and then indicated for him to come closer. He did, and she lent up and kissed him.

Harry was looking at them, and then looked down at his hand. He then realised why Ron had done what he'd done- he had licked the fingers that he'd had inside of Hermione only moments prior. A grin emerged on Harry's face.

"Why hadn't I thought of that?" He asked out loud, before his eyes focused on Ron and Hermione. This is it... He thought to himself, the perfect opportunity to uphold his part of the deal- while Ron was distracted.

Taking a deep breath, Harry moved closer to where Ron was on top of Hermione, his fingers almost visibly moving within her. Pausing and closing his eyes, Harry carefully stretched out his arm and, his fingers making contact with Ron's hip, found his stomach and the top of his best friends underpants. The first thing Harry felt was the tickle of hair beneath his fingers, before he felt the pressure of the elastic, pressing him closer to Ron's body. Swallowing, probably audibly, Harry continued and gasped when he felt something hard and hot, the sensation obviously having an effect on Ron because he jolted.

Ron pulled away from Hermione's mouth with a wide-eyed expression, flicking his head around to come face to face with Harry, whose cheeks were rosy red.

"What are you doing?" Ron asked, obviously forgetting the deal they both made in his moments of passion.

But to Harry, he couldn't help but find Ron's reaction amusing. "Making you feel even better." Harry said simply, audaciously wrapping his hand around the head of Ron's throbbing cock. Harry watched as Ron's eyes narrowed as he noticed the touch, straining not to thrust in to his hand.

"Well then you better move or something, because this doesn't feel much different." Ron ground out through gritting teeth, turning back to Hermione.

Harry laughed. "Sure thing, just remember you asked for it." Immediately Harry ran his hand down the length and drew it back up again, taking in Ron's full size. Of course he was noticing his length and thickness, because Harry was at least a little bit curious. It wasn't so hard to do what he was doing, not much different from touching himself- only he couldn't feel the effects of his actions.

Hermione was watching the whole thing, struggling to keep her eyes open and focused. She was a little surprise that Harry touched Ron without prompting, but those thoughts didn't' last very long as her body continued to succumb to the pleasure that Ron was so willingly giving her. Hermione arched her back, feeling Ron's fingers go as far as they could, before she reluctantly grasped his arm with her hand.

"Enough." She said, her breathing heavier than before.

Ron nodded and withdrew his fingers, and sat up slightly, Harry's hand still working on him. His chest was heaving, and he was sure if he spoke his words would come out all broken. Although it was feeling extremely good, Ron managed to grab Harry's hand and cease his movements.

Harry let go of Ron and pulled his hand out, making sure to touch as much skin as he could, just to see if he was really getting under his friends skin. It seemed he was, and Harry couldn't help but smirk with satisfaction.

"You can't deny that that felt good, Ron." Harry said to him in a low voice, leaning in close, teasing. "He was enjoying it, wasn't he 'Mione?" Harry asked her, leaning over Ron and brushing his lips against hers.

Hermione smiled, and nodded. "Yes, I think he did. But that's not what matters to me at the moment, right now I'm waiting for you to get over here and for Ron to..." She couldn't continue for Harry's mouth was again on hers.

But Harry didn't stay there long, instead choosing to kiss his way down her body. He paused at her breasts, paying careful attention to each, and kept moving until he could dip his tongue in her bellybutton, feeling her squirm.

However Harry was so preoccupied that he barely even felt Ron removing his boxer shorts, until they were around his knees. Harry pulled back from Hermione and looked up, sending Ron an amused look. Ron just rolled his eyes, shrugging, so Harry focused his attentions back to Hermione. He mimicked Ron's actions, and removed her final article of clothing, leaving her completely naked beneath him.

Hermione groaned when Harry's tongue first made contact, and she instinctively weaved her hands into his hair, pulling it almost too hard. Again his tongue teased her, stroked her, and then dipped inside of her to draw a most pleasing sensation. It was nothing like she'd ever felt before, and before she knew what was happening her body was tingling pleasantly, jolts of pleasure rocketing through her.

Harry was in complete ecstasy. Hermione tasted like nothing he'd ever tasted before, sweet and tempting... but there was another sensation, and he knew it was Ron's hand on him. Ron's hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking him up and down...

Not for the first time Harry's movements were halted, his mouth pulled away from where it was so happily lapping. He looked up into Hermione's face, which was flushed like he'd never seen it before.

"I need a break." Hermione whispered to him, a small smile on her face.

Ron looked up from his position and stopped what he was doing to Harry. His eyes focused on Hermione. "You're looking pleased." He smirked, moving up to sit beside a now naked Harry. Ron realised he was the only one not revealing all.

"And you're looking clothed. Go on Harry, relieve him of those." She pointed to his underwear. She sat back after rearranging her pillows. "You can use this time to fulfil your ends of the deal."

Harry nodded. "Sounds fair enough." He turned to Ron, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Ron startled slightly, but gave in and kissed Harry back after a moment. But this time there was something different about the kiss... and then he realised it was the taste! He could taste Hermione in Harry's mouth, and with a sudden new urge Ron kissed Harry back harder, faster, like never before. He pressed into Harry, and even helped him take his boxer shorts off. He knew he was naked but it didn't matter, because both Harry and Hermione were also in the same state of undress as he himself was.

Harry was mildly astounded at Ron's sudden willingness, and was completely undeterred as Harry wrapped his legs around Ron's body, over the top of his legs. Harry felt Ron's own legs around him, and with a swipe of his tongue across Ron's lips, Harry reached down and grabbed onto Ron's hard organ, and startled when at the same moment Ron took a hold of his.

Ron guided his hand over Harry's cock with practiced precision, after all he did know how to please himself. His thumb caught the tip and, in the process, coated it in a warm, sticky substance that he knew well. Ron couldn't help but smirk somewhat into the kiss, knowing that he was contributing to Harry's aroused state. He didn't know why it gave him satisfaction, although possibly because it was something he'd never done before and it was good, in a crazy way, to know that he was doing something right.

Harry tightened his legs around Ron, pulling him closer. He wanted more feeling, more sensations, and as the moments continued on he became increasingly careless as to where he obtained them. For the moment Ron wasn't just Ron, he was the source of his pleasure, something he must have more of. So that's what Harry sought to do- get more of Ron. He used the hand not on Ron's cock to run down his neck and onto his chest. There Harry ran his fingers over each of Ron's nipples, feeling them harden more under his touch, causing Ron to shudder beneath his touch.

Ron broke the kiss. "Merlin Harry, what are you trying to do to me?" He asked, gasping.

Harry paused his hand movements, giving Ron's cock a squeeze one more time before speaking. "I'm not trying to do anything to you Ron, I'm actually trying to please Hermione." He shot a grin at her.

"Very charming Harry." She said, rolling her eyes. "Come on Ron, you're required over here." She said, luring him over to her.

Harry sighed, feeling horny and dejected. He was tempted to please himself, but instead persevered because he knew it felt a whole lot better when you came under the touch of another person, and he really hoped that that would happen tonight. He sat back and observed Ron and Hermione, noticing that Ron seemed a little nervous. But as Harry continued to watch, he could almost visibly see Ron's nervousness melt away.

But then Harry noticed something happening. Suddenly it appeared as though an electric current was streaming through Hermione's body, as she arched and reeled and gasped and groaned. Harry watched opened mouthed as she climaxed, then relaxed, Ron moving away from her with a bit of a stunned expression. He turned to Harry.

"I wasn't expecting that." He said, looking back at Hermione. Harry noticed that his lips were moist.

But Hermione wasn't expecting it so soon either, astounded at how quickly the pleasure consumed her. After taking a few heaving breaths, she opened her eyes to find both boys looking at her.

"Wow... I think it's safe to say that the two of you make a pretty good team." She said, smiling. Hermione sat up, suddenly feeling a little exposed. "I think I might go and have a shower."

Harry and Ron looked at her. "Oh... okay." Ron stuttered. Hermione lent forwards and kissed each of them briefly on the lips before swinging her feet off the bed and leaning over to grab a bath robe from the back of her desk chair and wrap it around herself. She smiled awkwardly at the boys.

"Well... alright. We'll just see ourselves out then?" Harry asked, suddenly feeling mildly angry.

"If you don't mind." She said as she stood up, looking at her watch. "Merlin, I didn't realise how late it was. It sounds like things have calmed down out there, so I doubt many people will notice you leaving."

They nodded, and after saying their goodbyes, Harry and Ron began to dress themselves.

"Well that was a bit weird." Ron muttered, pulling on his T-shirt.

"Tell me about it. I thought we'd get something in this too? I mean yeah it was good we got to do what we did with her, but... you know what I'm trying to say." Harry said, frustrated. "And how are we supposed to get back to our dorm looking like this?" He said, pointing at his crutch.

Ron smirked. "That will look good- we both come out of Hermione's room in this condition. Imagine the rumours. And they'd probably be almost true. Come on Harry, I think she was embarrassed and that's enough punishment for me."

Harry sighed. "Yeah I guess, actually... it is a bit funny. I mean you always hear of the guys coming too quick, hardly ever the girls! I'd be embarrassed too." He chanced a smile. "But that doesn't solve this problem." He said, adjusting his jeans awkwardly.

"I know. But for now I'm just going to focus on getting back to the dorm. I wish we had your old cloak." Ron walked up to the door and pressed his ear to it. "I can't hear much out there, but that's worse- that means that we'll be more noticeable."

But Harry was thinking. "What if we could have my cloak? I could always summon it."

A smile crept onto Ron's face. "That's a charm we know you can do, yeah- give it a go."

Harry nodded and raised his wand, and then opened Hermione's door a fraction. "Accio invisibility cloak." He whispered, and then waited. He could hear voices out side in the common room, but couldn't tell whom they belonged to. After a moment or so, Harry heard a whooshing noise and stepped aside as the cloak came in the door.

"Good work." Ron grinned.

"I know." Harry said. "It's been a while since we've been under this, I think we'll have to crouch down a bit so it's not too short. Come on then, I want to be out of here before Hermione gets out of the shower." He closed the door and went over to Ron, opening the cloak for him to enter.

"I doubt the three of us would fit under this now." Ron muttered, bending his knees.

"I know. You'll have to get a bit closer, I can't close it." Harry said, and Ron moved up behind him. "That's better. But you're going to have to make sure you step the same time as me, and don't get any further away."

Ron swallowed nervously. "Lets have a practice before we go." Harry agreed and they tried to walk, finding it very difficult. "Hold on, wait for me."

Harry stopped, then reached one of his hands around and grabbed Ron's arm. "Hold on to me, and if you're scared then you're also stupid. We have done much worse you know." He smirked to himself, feeling Ron's reluctance.

"I'm not scared." Ron denied, but nevertheless held onto him lightly.

"Good, lets go." Harry led the way and sure enough it was easier with Ron's arms securely around his waist.

They crept passed the worn couches, where there was about a dozen people seated. Harry noticed that there was no one from their dorm, meaning they must all be in bed. He spotted Ginny, who was sitting awfully close to a boy whose name Harry didn't know, from her year level, and felt Ron's grip tighten on him.

"Forget it Ron." Harry whispered, moving faster. He got Ron away from them and soon they were entering their dorm. Harry kept the cloak on, not sure if anyone was really asleep, and moved to his bed where he drew the curtain closed. He pulled the cloak off, but motioned for Ron to remain quiet.

"Did you see him! Sitting so close... his hand was on her leg, if we hadn't of been sneaking..." Harry cut him off.

"You've got to loosen up a bit Ron, she is sixteen now. I think you're forgetting that she's not twelve anymore, she can think and decide for herself. And besides, at least it's not Hermione out there with her." Harry smirked, knowing that Ron would have to laugh at that.

And Harry was right. "Yeah... yeah I suppose. I guess I should be thankful for that. But you know, I am her big brother. I have responsibilities."

Harry rolled his eyes. "So you'd like to think."

Ron just raised an eyebrow. "Well what now? I'm not particularly tired." He wrinkled his nose, and Harry noticed that there was still a rather noticeable lump in his pants, just like there was in his own.

"Me either." He sat on his bed. "You can sit down you know." He said.

Ron frowned lightly, but complied. Harry moved over so that he could sit with his legs outstretched, his back resting against one of his pillows. Ron did the same, the two now sitting side by side.

"I never imagined I'd ever find myself sitting with you in a condition like this. It's sort of weird; we've never really talked about it either. I guess now the whole embarrassment thing is gone though, I really don't care anymore." Harry said, almost as if he were thinking out loud.

"I know what you mean. You'd expect that it would be awkward, but I think I'm beyond that. We've done more awkward things than this I think." Ron looked at Harry with amusement written all over his face.

"I know. Who ever thought that Hermione was that manipulative? Although I suppose its fitting." Harry said, wiggling around trying to get comfortable.

Ron laughed. "Yes, I think it's fitting. What are you doing?"

"Trying to get comfortable. Who would have thought that I'd stay like this for this long? Although it has been a while since I've been in that sort of situation with a girl. A couple of months, maybe that's it." Harry said, thinking back to his on and off relationship with Cho. Well it wasn't really a relationship as such, more of a one where they'd approach each other and then the next minute they'd find themselves shagging in a broom cupboard.

"Could be. But I'm the same. And I haven't... you know, since I was with... arg, I don't even want to say her name." Ron grimaced, thinking of his ex-girlfriend. She wasn't a bad shag, that's not what made her so intolerable, just that she became a little too obsessed with Ron, almost getting to the point of stalking.

"Yeah alright, I wont mention her name. But I did warn you about girls from Hufflepuff didn't I? They're just as bad as Slytherin, only for entirely the opposite reason." Harry shifted again. "Arg, fancy finishing what we started?" He asked, not really being serious.

Ron chuckled. "Maybe if that was Hermione speaking, but since it's not... then sorry. Do you think she really was embarrassed? I keep thinking about it and now I'm not feeling so understanding. It wasn't fair that she got to have just about all the fun."

"I know. I mean how hard would it have been for her to even just make us come with her hand? I wouldn't have lasted much longer I don't reckon, would it really have been that bad for her?" Harry shook his head, before pressing his hand down on the crutch of his pants. "God, this is getting painful."

Ron groaned. "I know, tell me about it. I think I might have to excuse myself soon." He snorted lightly. "I hope she feels guilty." He said, now moving around uncomfortably. "Yep, I think it's time for me to go." He said, his voice straining, as he moved to get up.

Harry got up with him, and Ron turned to him. "No hard feelings about tonight?" Harry asked. "Because if there is, then I don't know what you're worried about. If we're not acting weird now then I doubt we'll be acting weird tomorrow. I'm not all that fussed that we've..." He wrinkled nose.

"No, there are no hard feelings. Oh wait, yes there is- towards Hermione for leaving us like this!" He and Harry laughed, their laughs melting into groans of discomfort.

"It's just not the same when you do it yourself though, it feels so much better when you know that it's not your hand. Even Hermione should know that!" Harry exclaimed, loosening his belt. "I'd probably even settle for yours I'm getting that desperate."

"Me too." Ron agreed, and then looked at Harry with surprise.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, both trying to decide whether the other was being serious or not.

"No, no... maybe not." Ron said, turning around. "Good night." He said, pulling the curtain aside so that he could make his way over to his own bed.

"Yeah, good night." Harry said, turning back to his own four-poster. Just as he was about to sit down, a thought struck him. It wouldn't really be that bad for he and Ron to please each other, because it wouldn't be much different from when Hermione was telling them to do it. And the results would be very pleasing, Harry knew, the only obstacle was Ron himself. Was it worth a try? Harry looked down at his jeans, which felt a lot tighter than normal, and knew his answer.

Harry jumped up from the bed and stretched out his hand to open the curtain, when suddenly it opened itself. But it was Ron who was on the other side, and he was looking as thought he'd just had some sort of epiphany.

"Harry." Ron said, his eyes wider than usual.

"Ron." Harry said, his body frozen, his mind whirling.

Then, simultaneously, the reached forward with extended arms to grab each other and move in to meet in a fierce kiss. Ron pressed his lips hard to Harry's, already feeling relief in his body. Harry opened his mouth for Ron to plunge his tongue into, and then Ron lowered his hands until he felt the curve of Harry's arse and with a jerk, pulled their hips together.

Both boys groaned when hardness met hardness, Harry's hands slipping down to grasp Ron hips. They moved their hips, seeking stimulation, hardly even realising what they were really doing until Harry gasped and pulled away from the kiss, his eyes startled and wide.

"What?" Ron asked, panicking slightly.

Harry was still for a moment, before he looked to his right. "We didn't shut the curtain properly. Someone could see us." He said, and then closed the curtain properly. "There we go we should be safe now." He chanced a small smile.

"Good thinking." Ron said. He was feeling relieved that Harry hadn't been going mad because they just been kissing and groping each other. "Err... what are we doing?"

Harry actually smirked. "I'd say we've found a solution to our... Err… not so little problems. Do you think it'll suffice?"

Ron thought for a moment. "Yes, I think it will actually. And why not? If it feels good..."

"... then lets do it." Harry finished for him. "Come on, I don't fancy standing up for much longer." He grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him to his bed, pushing him on first, a grin on his face. Harry climbed onto his bed, and then lifted one of his legs so that he was sitting on top of Ron's thighs. Ron was sitting in the position they had been sitting in prior to Ron's short-lived departure.

Ron felt Harry's hand on his face before lips were on his, and suddenly it seemed a lot more urgent for him to seek release. His cock was throbbing, completely hard again, and Ron hardly realised he'd taken a hold of Harry's hips and was lifting his own up at Harry. Harry broke the kiss.

"Oh... I think someone's a little eager." He smiled, pulling Ron's shirt off. Ron gave him a look. "Hey, if we're to do this then I say we waste no time and do it properly."

Ron nodded, expecting Harry to kiss him, but he didn't. Instead Harry lowered his lips to Ron's neck, where he nipped and sucked and licked, feeling Ron's hands tighten on his shoulders in obvious pleasure like last time. Harry ran a hand down his chest, pausing to feel one of his nipples. Again like last time Harry felt it harden beneath his fingers and knew then and there that this was one of the places where Ron liked to be touched.

Ron fought to suppress a shudder, running his hand up and under Harry's T-shirt. He tugged at it and Harry's lips left his neck while Harry pulled it over his head. Harry moved, shuffling down his thighs, and motioned for Ron to move down with him. As soon as he did, Harry pushed against his shoulders and Ron found him self on his back with Harry above him.

Harry kissed Ron and lowered himself down on top of him, taking a shuddering breath when he felt Ron's groin against his, and their naked chests brushing. Harry couldn't' help but press his hips down even firmer, but Ron wasn't complaining. Harry ventured his hands around Ron's top half, before leaving his mouth and moving down. He kissed the other side of his neck briefly, before turning his attentions back to Ron's chest. Harry lent down and ran his tongue along each of Ron's nipples, feeling his friend reel at the sensations.

"Merlin Harry, what are you trying to do to me this time?" Gasped Ron, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

"I'm trying to make you come, you know that." Harry grinned, before resuming his actions. While his mouth was preoccupied, he used his hands to undo Ron's jeans for the second time that evening and in no time Ron was wiggling out of them and his underwear.

One of Harry's roaming hands found Ron's cock, eliciting a rather loud groan from him. Harry whipped his face up and silenced him with a kiss. "You can't be so loud Ron, what if we wake someone up?"

Ron knew his face was flushed more than usual, and also knew that if Harry's hand were to rub his cock then he'd surely become at least slightly vocal. "I can't help it. Let's just use a silencing charm on the curtain to act like a sound barrier."

Harry's grin came back in full swing. "Brilliant. I think you think better with your other head." He grabbed his wand and waved it at the curtain, hoping that it worked. And if it didn't... then he might have to give Gilderoy a call, if he remembered who he was yet.

Turning back to resume his position above Ron, Harry found that Ron was resisting him. "I'm getting these off you while you're up." Was Ron's explanation, as he pulled Harry's jeans off, rendering him naked.

"Good." Was all Harry could say, his body pressing into Ron's as he kissed him.

Ron groaned, feeling Harry's hips move against his. "Merlin... this feels better than I thought possible..." He whispered harshly, his cock rubbing against Harry's. A picture came to Ron's mind of what they would look like to someone looking at them, and he had to bite back a giggle. Imagine two best friends, boys, naked and thrusting their hips together, moaning and groaning, moisture already beginning to seep from their engorged members...

Harry breathed deeply, throwing his head back as his cock glided over Ron's. He lent back down, his tongue raking over Ron's teeth, shuddering as Ron's fingertips dug into his back. He groaned, his movements becoming jerky, and knew his eventual release wasn't far off.

But for Ron the time was up. He gasped, his back arching, his orgasm rocketing through him, Harry still moving on top of him. The added sensations of Harry's movements prolonged his pleasure, every single one of his nerve endings pulsing delightfully. Then not much later he felt something hot, thick and wet erupt onto his stomach and Harry's body go tense. Harry slumped his weight on him and Ron mumbled something even he couldn't decipher, before Harry took the hint and rolled off him, although still leaving an arm draped across Ron's chest.

They stayed like that for how long neither knew. But there was a slight night chill in the air and their sweat-damp bodies began to shiver. Harry shifted closer to Ron seeking warmth. "I'm cold." He whispered in a groggy voice. "And feeling a bit... messy." He said, a hint of disgust.

Ron shivered. "Me too." He said, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders, Harry's face buried in the crook of his neck.

Harry reached to the side and grabbed his wand, before hastily casting a cleaning charm.

"That's better." Ron said, feeling the dampness on his body evaporate.

Harry sighed, knowing that he had to move again. He sat up slightly and felt for the blankets, and pulled them back. "We'll have to move a bit." He said to Ron. With much difficulty they managed to get under the thick duvet, hardly even realising that they were again in each other's arms.

Without another word they fell asleep, using each other's body heat to get warm.

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