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Title: When Shall We Three Meet Again?
Author: Brumeux (brumeux77)
Pairing: Bill/Charlie/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Warnings: Incestuous threesome
Word Count: 3,927; but there are 309 words of quotation, making my contribution 3,618 words.
Summary: Scotland. A desert heath. Fog and filthy air. Three wizards meet. But instead of prophecies about the future of the Scottish monarchy, there’s Weasleycest.
Author’s Note: I’ve quoted a paragraph each from three fics. For the purposes of my story, yes; but also as a lure for you to go read the excellent pieces they come from. There are links at the end of this piece, the better for you to find them. Many, many thanks to my beta, M, who found (amid other things) an enormous plot hole almost before the story began; and to E, who filled it in.

Title: "Three Freckled Redheads"
Artist:

foryourstereo
Pairing: Ron/Bill/Charlie
Rating: PG
Media: Digital
Artist's Notes: There are more written, but basically the illustration revolves around this scene.

When Shall We Three Meet Again?

Curse breaker, Auror, dragon wrangler. One on medical leave for injuries, one on leave because stress was making a breakdown imminent, one simply on holiday from a physically exhausting job. It doesn’t really matter which was which. What mattered was that we three met in a little cabin on a desert heath in Scotland—and very glad to have just made it in time to shelter from the thunder, lightning, and rain of a chilly summer storm.

Bill and Charlie were still admiring the elements when I came back from a quick look around the cabin. “Uh, guys—didn’t the landlord say there were three beds?”

Bill had made the arrangements. He answered, “Of course. I wouldn’t have taken the place otherwise. Two bedrooms, three beds.”

I grimaced. “Then he lied. The bigger bedroom only has one big bed, not two singles.”

“We’ll manage,” Charlie said. “It’s all family.”

“Yeah, well, it’ll take a bit of managing,” I went on. “The bed in the other room is under a window that was left open. There’s a year’s healthy crop of mould growing on and in the mattress.”

“What?” cried Bill, rushing in to see it with his own eyes.

“It’s fairly foul,” I muttered to Charlie. “Good thing I’ve got a strong stomach, eh?” I laughed.

Bill returned fuming. “I’m going to call that Paddock bastard and get our money back.”

I looked at the bare mantel. “Unless you brought your own supply of Floo powder, mate, you’re not calling anyone.”

“Even better. In person I can get our money back and then strangle him. I’ll just Appa…”

Charlie grimaced. “Except the Apparition wards to keep previous guests from returning uninvited keep us from leaving, too. In this muck you’ll never find the ward boundaries, let alone your way back.”

Bill’s curses were lengthy and inventive.

We had known we’d be responsible for our own food, so we’d brought plenty along. On the other hand, we hadn’t expected to find that every pot and pan in the tiny kitchen area would be crusted in the residue of meals past. Lucky we were wizards—and had had Mum for a mum—so we knew spells to clean those up, unlike the mouldy bed. We’d be just as likely to set the thing on fire as dispel the mould.

Finally, tired from our travels and full of our supper we were ready for bed. It was the work of a moment to Transfigure the bed into one of a larger size, but there was still the matter of getting into it. Easy for Charlie to say it was all family, but as far as I could remember none of us brothers had shared a room, let alone a bed—always excepting Fred and George. And then there were pyjamas. Or rather, there weren’t. I hadn’t brought any and Bill was apparently used to sleeping in the raw, since he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants; but he’d only moved them about half an inch before he caught our eyes. He had a sort of “I’m not going to be the first” look and snapped them back into place. Charlie? Charlie, for all I know, might have been accustomed to wear a clinging silky negligee—because by that time my attention was already caught up in a different question: with three people, one of them had to be in the middle. Squished by the others, with no room to spread out. (And I’m definitely a stretcher.) Stymied if you needed the loo in the middle of the night. And who would it be?

It wasn’t even open to a vote. Bill and Charlie pulled rank as older and therefore the middle spot was mine. We all climbed in in our underwear and settled down to sleep.

Exhaustion caught up with me, I guess. I just know I was out as soon as I climbed into bed and stayed out until morning. Maybe I was unable to stretch out, maybe I was haplessly squished, but if so I was happily unaware of it.

We didn’t pay much attention to the weather the next day. We had plenty to catch up on, as it had been I don’t know how long since we’d all been together. New and ever more complex and devilish—and fascinating—curses devised by the ancient Egyptians. The observation of the bizarre courtship rituals of a species of dragon that had never before bred in captivity. My own tales of the continued deviousness and deviance of Dark wizards. And of course gossip. Mostly my gossip, since Bill and Charlie knew most of the people I had to talk about.

That night of course, just as I had dreaded, I woke up needing the loo. I found Charlie snuggling his head on my shoulder with his hand wrapped around my forearm. I detached him as gently as I could, then turned to attempt crossing Bill without waking him. Only to find that even asleep he had his hand shoved into his pants working on an impressive erection (not that one would expect anything less than impressive from a Weasley). I managed to get over without significant contact, and by the time I got back Bill’s hand was resting on his chest and Charlie was facing in the opposite direction. The rest of the night was uneventful.

I was up first in the morning. Bleary-eyed, scratching his belly and rubbing his hair, Charlie joined me, yawning, “Where’d you get to, young Ron?” Then he saw I was munching granola bars. “Ooh: gimme,” he said and reached for one.

“Geroff, arse!” I pulled them into my lap to keep them from him.

“I’ll do you later,” he griped; and poked around for his own breakfast.

I finished my bars and was soon drumming my fingers on the table. “Why did we come up here again? I’m bored already.”

Just then Bill wandered in.

“Oh look.” Charlie bowed in his direction. “His lordship deigns to join us.”

Bill gave us an annoyed look. “I feel like I haven’t slept in a week.”

Really he did look a bit like death warmed up. But that was no reason to let him off lightly. I snickered. “Well, if you will spend half the night wanking…”

“I wasn’t wanking!”

“What would you like me to call it when you’ve got your fist shoved down your pants to pull on your hard-on? That’s the lovely sight I had to deal with when I woke up in the night.”

Bill’s response was a two-fingered salute.

He started rifling the pantry while Charlie and I laughed.

The fog had thickened overnight so that a person standing at one corner of the cabin wouldn’t be able to see the next corner, and it only worsened throughout the day. There was no question of going out: you’d be disoriented and lost in thirty steps. And like I said, we hadn’t thought to bring Floo powder.

We hadn’t really realised how much we’d been expecting long walks in the summer sunshine to get us energised and ready to get back to life. The weather had left us almost completely unprepared. Exploding Snap can only keep you entertained for so long. Gobstones likewise. Not surprisingly, neither of them would play chess with me, but they tried each other for a while.

“Three to you and three to me,” said Charlie after a while.

“And three to me just on principle,” I added, an edge to my voice because of boredom.

“Calm down,” said Bill. “Didn’t Harry give you some Muggle games?”

I’d forgotten the sack Harry had Reducio’d for us. I had good hopes, seeing as he’d spoken well of them; but it seemed he hadn’t really thought about there just being the three of us. He’d put in things with names like “Cluedo” and “Apples to Apples” that we found needed more than three players to be enjoyed properly. And he’d put far fewer things in that sack than I’d thought.

In the rota we’d set up for fixing meals lunch was my job. I stretched out making sandwiches as much as was humanly possible just because it was something to do. And we ate slowly, and I did the washing up slowly. But despite my efforts to shorten the coming afternoon, it promised to be a repeat of the morning. Everyone’s nerves began to fray.

When time came for dinner it was Charlie’s turn. He started on stew, but at Bill’s comment that it smelled like it was made with frog toes and lizard legs Charlie threw a spoon at him and walked off, leaving Bill to finish.

The day was not a success. And even though it looked fair to be a dismal night too, we turned in early.

I kept waking up from Charlie’s nudging, but I’d just dislodge his hand or give him a little shove and he’d move off. The last time, though, he had his arm clear across my chest, and his leg was slung over mine with the knee pulled so far up it was pressing against my dick. His cheek was rubbing gently against my shoulder and he was murmuring something I couldn’t catch; and his hard cock was rubbing not so gently against my hip. In the meantime on my other side, Bill had his pants shoved down to his thighs and was bashing the bishop and moaning while his head moved from side to side. There was an occasional “yes” mixed in with the moans.

Rampant hard-ons and sleeping sex to my left and to my right, and pressure on my prick—well, you’d get hard too, wouldn’t you? But I put my brothers out of my head. Instead I put Hannah Abbot on my right and Terry Boot on my left; both, as I knew from experience, attentive and flexible lovers—although I’d never been with both at the same time. So I imagined Terry’s tongue in my mouth while Hannah stroked my cock; alternating with Hannah’s tongue and Terry’s hand—and all the time Charlie’s knee providing real stimulation in lieu of their hands—it wasn’t long before I shot. And before I could get to my wand under my pillow, Charlie’s frotting had got him off too. So I cleaned my own spunk off me, and Charlie’s off him, his pants, the sheets, and me. And I should have known better than to bother putting my wand away because I had to take care of Bill’s mess as soon as I had.

How I was going to get through the week with orgasms surrounding me I had no idea.

Staying in bed—alone—the whole next day was unfortunately not a realistic option, so thank goodness Bill had an inspiration before we could start hating each other. He conjured up a book. It seemed so obvious once he’d done it and Charlie and I immediately followed suit. I had a couple of books on Quidditch and Quidditch players waiting for me on the table next to my bed at home, but somehow Harry and I had found ourselves promising Hermione that—as a birthday present to her—we’d read Hogwarts: A History before September so we could talk about it with her. As I reluctantly pulled up a copy of it I just hoped I could stay awake. Harry and I love her dearly, but there are times when having an obsessive bookworm for a best friend has its drawbacks. I expected it would be just as boring as the day before had been (after all, whether in Hermione’s favourite book or in Professor Binns’s class, goblin wars are goblin wars), but it would be a completely different kind of boring. I wouldn’t be getting on my brothers’ nerves nor they on mine.

Bill fetched a book he said was hilarious: supposedly about wizards (although no wizards anyone would have thought imaginable) at an Unseen University. Like Hogwarts? I wondered; that Muggles can’t see? Charlie said he taken something at random. It turned out to be something like a collection of short stories about King Arthur—“except,” he said, “in some lunatic world where Uther is still alive, and Arthur is living with him, and—” he nearly choked laughing “—and Merlin—Merlin is Arthur’s servant!” It did sound like Charlie got the best deal.

The way things had been going, that night I was half expecting a big purple dildo being wielded on one side of me and some auto-fellatio on the other side. But Bill’s dreams were apparently peaceful and innocent; and while Charlie did cuddle up to me, he was turned on his other side—I got his back and his bum pressed against me, but no nuzzling or rutting. But the expectations had me unable to close my eyes, sure that things would start happening the moment I did so; and they also had me half-hard. I did not have a restful night.

Still, the next day was better. Bill started reading some of the funnier bits from his book, and Charlie finally shared with us the fact that his book was pure pornography. It turned out that Merlin was not only Arthur’s servant, but his lover; and they were having sex nearly non-stop.

“Listen to this,” he said.

His prince—no, his Arthur—is seated on his bed, completely naked and stroking his cock. There are many words he can use to describe his Arthur: intelligent, arrogant, assholely, commanding, self-destructive. But the only word that comes to mind in this moment is beautiful. Arthur is a study in contrasts: flat planes and gently sculpted muscles, bare matte skin and dense blond hair, wildly passionate and fiercely focused. Watching Arthur work his gorgeous cock in the early morning light makes the heaviness of the past eighteen hours in a very busy castle dissipate like clouds.

Prince. Naked. Wanking. Yeah, that gave me a tingle where it counts. Fortunately there was the rebuilding of the Astronomy Tower to convince myself I was not really turned on—I mean listening. But then:

“Oh, this one’s even hotter. They’re actually fucking.”

Feet pulled up, Arthur dug his heels in, feet slipping on the sleek wood of the floor as he thrust up into Merlin. Merlin moaned, pushing down hard, driving Arthur deep inside, fingers digging into Arthur’s shoulders and there was nothing better than seeing Merlin lose control, to see him desperate and needy, his skin shiny with sweat, shirt hanging off his shoulders, his hard cock jutting forward. Arthur slid his hands over Merlin’s lean thighs, fingers gliding over slick skin and then he took hold of Merlin’s cock.

This was not good. Topping from the bottom is a special turn-on for me. I hadn’t had a lot of chance to do it—Terry really preferred bottoming from the bottom. Still… There was more than a tingle this time. I crossed my legs hoping Bill and Charlie wouldn’t notice I was hard.

But Charlie was quiet. Bill had finished his book and had conjured another by the same author. “Hey! You won’t believe this: Death is a major character. He walks around talking. Not that anyone can see him. He…”

Charlie broke in. “A virgin! Arthur’s a virgin! Merlin hasn’t shagged him yet but…”

Merlin looks at the blond head bent over his cock and wonders dazedly if it’s the feel of Arthur’s mouth, uncertain but growing more sure, or the sight of him bent over and taking Merlin’s cock that makes him shudder. Curling a leg over Arthur’s, Merlin holds as still as he can, petting Arthur as he opens his mouth, the head sliding over his tongue, and it’s unbelievably good. Running his heel down Arthur’s calf, Merlin whispers, “God, yes, that’s good, Arthur, take more, you can do it,” and losing his breath when Arthur does. Stroking shaking fingers over Arthur’s cheek, Merlin fights the urge to close his eyes, wanting to see Arthur do this, the first time anyone’s ever breached that perfect mouth.

That was it. I couldn’t take any more. I took the long way around their chairs to hide my straining cock from them as much as possible and zipped into the loo as quickly as I could. In a shake I had my jeans and my briefs down around my ankles and in half a shake more my hand was flying up and down my prick. The first time anyone’s ever breached that perfect mouth. I thought of perfect mouths that no one—at least not me—had ever breached. (Plenty of leeway there—I had the whole population of the world for my fantasies, barring Hannah and Terry, with whom there’d been plenty of breaching.) Lavender: I’d had my hopes there but she hadn’t shared them. Fleur and a few dozen other Beauxbatons girls I’d never even spoken to. Susan. Dean, Seamus, Neville; umm: Neville. And Harry. How had I missed a moment with Harry? I knew he wasn’t into blokes, but I’ll bet I could have convinced him to give me a go anyway. Oh, Harry… Harry… Breaching Harry’s perfect mouth… My cock’s head sliding over his tongue… Unbelievably good… Yes; Harry… Suck it… Harry, Harry, Harry…

The orgasm was fantastic. I cleaned up, straightened my clothes, and went back out to the living room. If Charlie gave Bill a strange look I was careful not to notice—I was too busy being nonchalant.

Hogwarts: A History had actually managed to get interesting. Stories of trees being blown down in the Forbidden Forest, not too bad. The time the whole castle threatened to topple on the headmaster’s head, kind of intriguing. But Hermione had never told us about the sections on the sex lives of the various headmasters and headmistresses. Details about the chap who admired the “power” of men and wanted none of women, and how his “heart” throbbed. This was almost as good as Charlie’s book. The headmistress who had a “special tutorial” for some of the best (however that might be construed) seventh-year boys. All at once.

I don’t even remember dinner. And suddenly it was time for bed.

Once again I woke up in the middle of the night. And once again Charlie had his hard-on pressed against my hip. And once again Bill was stroking an impressive Weasley erection. Except this time Charlie was whispering “Ron” in my ear when he wasn’t licking the shell or nibbling on the lobe. And the erection in Bill’s hand was mine.

“We agreed,” said Charlie’s warm throaty voice in my ear, “that your attention perked up when I read about the prince wanking.”

“And we agreed,” Bill was now working on my other ear, “that more than your attention perked up when the prince was ploughing the wizard.”

“And when that delicate virgin mouth—”

“—was sliding down that thick wizarding prick—”

“—and the tongue was swirling around—”

“—and orgasm was imminent—”

“—and you rushed into the loo—”

“—with your boner almost tearing through your jeans—”

“—we agreed that maybe the thought of men with men wasn’t repellent to you—”

“—and that maybe we should help you take care of that.”

My hands were directed to the hard-ons on each side of me; Charlie began caressing my nuts and titillating the skin behind them; and the lips and tongues that had lately been teasing my ears began to explore my jaw, my eyebrows, my eyelids, my cheeks, the bridge of my nose… And finally, my mouth.

Under the onslaught of two gorgeous men (who just happened to love me besides) I was already gasping; so Charlie’s tongue had no barrier as it slid between my lips and teeth to stroke against my own. Bill took the opportunity to lick and nibble at my Adam’s apple while sliding a thumb along the line of my collarbone.

Charlie slowly teased my tongue out of my mouth as his retreated, and suddenly Bill’s face was pressed between ours, and somehow his tongue joined the dance, and someone’s hand (I’d lost track) stroked my prick a time too many, and my bum convulsed, and my spine convulsed, and my cock convulsed, and my spunk sprayed us all.

“Don’t worry, little brother,” someone sighed. “We’re just beginning.”

Charlie moved over me, rubbing his prick in my spendings as he nibbled on my jaw and throat. Bill took some too and spread it on his cock that he was rocking through my fist until I came to and took over the wanking myself. And Charlie came, and Bill came, and there was cum everywhere, especially on me. I was exhausted, and all three dicks were limp as a limp thing. I figured that was it. But I figured without the Egyptians.

Bill took his wand and tapped each of our used-up bits as he said,

“.yllis uoy kcuf nac I os em kcuS”

Of course that’s not what he said, and I have no reason to expect those squiggles are even words; in fact I strongly suspect that they’re unpronounceable. I just copied random bits out of one of Bill’s books to be impressive. But the thing is that my dick turned steel-hard again, and I was energised and ready for another round.

Bill straddled me. “You like hearing about Merlin riding Arthur, didn’t you?” he said, positioning me at his entrance. “Sliding down the princely prick?” He kept being Merlin to my Arthur as he spoke. “Up and down until they were both losing control?”

I couldn’t answer Bill because just at that moment Charlie’s hard-on slid across my mouth; and he shut Bill up at the same time by snogging him thoroughly. I opened my mouth and tried to wrap my tongue around that lovely flesh as it moved back and forth. Charlie eventually moved far enough that I was able to catch his tip in my mouth and start sucking him properly. While their tongues struggled together, each had one hand teasing one of my nipples and the other pulling each other’s cocks. My hands were gliding up Bill’s thighs, my thumbs pressing the flesh behind his ballsack. I began losing track of whose parts were whose—I definitely couldn’t tell you who orgasmed first or last.

Bill told us it was dangerous to use his Arabic spell again too soon, so we drifted off in a tangle of limbs.

We didn’t spend all of our time in bed. There were meals, there was more sharing of amusing stories (including some of the choicer bits of Hogwarts: A History), there were even more games of Exploding Snap and Gobstones. And still neither of them would play chess with me.

But we were never bored again. By the end of our stay there had been more wanking and sucking and frotting than any of us had ever had squeezed into such a short period, and each of us had fucked both the others several times over. If there was any experiment with double penetration, I for one plan to remain silent on the name of the intrepid shagee.

We never did notice when the weather improved to the point where Apparition was a viable choice—but then, who cared? What mattered was that we’d come for relaxation and relief and found it; that we’d spent time with people who were important to us and got really close to them.

And that there wasn’t enough cum left in the three of us combined to drown a gnat.

We’ve already booked the cabin for next summer.

Charlie’s readings came from these stories, all of which I highly recommend…

His Jim, by abigail89. It’s a Star Trek story, where for my purposes I’ve substituted Merlin for McCoy and Arthur for Kirk.

Respite, by thegrrrl2002. Supernatural, with Castiel becoming Merlin here, and Dean Arthur.

Truth Is a Whisper, by seperis. This truly began life as Merlin/Arthur.

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Title: Murphy's Law
 Author:

edenskye
Pairing: Ron/Neville, mentions of other pairings
Rating: NC-17
 Genre: Romantic Comedy with some smut
 Warnings: First time sex, oral, anal, switching
 Word Count: ~ 8000
 Summary: Ron, who is tired of feeling left out because everyone he knows is married, finds love while trying to rekindle on old friendship with Neville.
 Author’s Note: I would like to thank

scarysnapey for doing a great job as BETA. I would like to thank

maevemist for a wonderful job as cheerleader. I would like to thank

deathjunke for her beautiful artwork to go along with my story. I would also like to thank

purpledodah and

rivertempest for holding my hand, helping my muse out, and for their honesty and input into my story.

Titles: "Untitled"
Artist:

deathjunke
Pairing: Ron/Neville
Rating: all ages
Media: pencil sketches colored in photoshop.
Artist’s Notes: n/a

Chapter 1

“Now this is pathetic.” Ron concluded as he looked at his almost vacant flat. He could not believe how lonely and depressed he had become since Harry and Ginny married. He had not only lost his flatmate, but he'd also lost a furnished flat. All that was left was a wall sized viewing screen, a reclining couch, some side tables, and his bed. There wasn't even as much owl crap as there used to be. He didn't get anywhere near as many owls as Harry had. He thought for a moment longer and realized that it wasn't just Harry and Ginny's marriage that depressed him. Everyone he knew was married or far away from him. George and Luna had eloped, Bill and Fleur had been married for years, Percy and he never got along, Fred was gone, and Charlie was in Romania. Hermione's marriage to Draco had caused Ron the most pain and had sent him into a deep depression for quite some time. He still had strong feelings for her, but was never able to admit them to her. It seemed like everyone he knew was busy being a “we” while he was left being a “me”. He mentally checked over his friends list and realized that Neville Longbottom was his only single friend. Ron decided that he needed to rekindle their friendship so he would have someone to hang out with. Later that night he Floo called Neville to invite him over to watch the Quidditch World Cup. After all this was the first time in years that England had made it this far, plus he was overjoyed that his classmate Oliver Wood was keeper for the team.

“What time should I be there?” Neville asked with his usual nervous tone.

“How about noon? We can have lunch first and catch up.” This would also give Ron time to blast his flat with as many cleaning and freshening charms that he knew. While he had been busy being lonely,  he let his flat become untidy and smelly. Molly would be horrified with him. He knew better than to let it get this bad. Finding clean clothes and bathing wouldn't go amiss either, the flat wasn't the only thing that was neglected.

Ron made sure that everything was ready for lunch at noon because Neville was always on time. The flat was so clean and tidy, it would have made Molly proud. The few bits of furniture he had left sparkled. The air had been charmed to smell of freshly baked bread. This was Molly's favorite scent as it ensured growing boys had a ravenous appetite.

“Thanks for inviting me. I've been lonely since Gran passed and Seamus moved in with Pansy.” Neville confessed as he looked around at the sparsely furnished living room. It was what Neville had always associated with Ron and the Weasleys in general. Homey, comfortable, and clean. Ron looked good as well, in his Muggle jeans and tight t-shirt with his red hair shining and his freckles scattered across his pale skin. Just like Neville had remembered.

“I've been lonely too. It got so bad that my mum tried setting me up with Astoria and Millicent. Those were the two worst dates of my life.” Ron shuddered in remembrance. “ Seamus and Pansy are living together?”

“Seamus always had a thing for the Slytherin girls.” Neville couldn't imagine Ron being lonely. How could someone with so many siblings get the chance to be lonely? Let alone someone as popular as Ron.

The two men continued to talk as they moved to the couch to eat the soup and sandwiches Ron had prepared. They soon fell into the relaxed posture and habits that are only found when you have spent most of your childhood around someone you get along with. Ron still gesticulated wildly and talked with his mouth full when excited while Neville basked in the oddity of being the sole focus of Ron's attention. All too soon with Butterbeer's in hand, it was time to start watching the game.

Ron was shocked to see Viktor Krum playing for England as well. “I don't understand how we were so lucky to get Viktor to play on our team. Isn't he a Bulgarian citizen?” Ron's faced exposed his confusion as he looked to Neville for an answer.

“Oliver Wood did it. After they started dating, Viktor applied for and earned his British citizenship. Since Oliver is the captain of the team, he recruited Viktorto play for England.”

Ron turned to Neville with a puzzled look in his eyes. “You mean they are … gay? How can they be gay? They are brilliant Quidditch players.”

Neville felt his skin warm as he started to blush as Ron's gaze settled on him. “Just because your gay doesn't mean you can't play Quidditch.” Neville hoped this didn't turn into an argument about gay rights.

“How do you know all of this?” Ron sounded genuinely interested and not hostile like Neville had feared.

“Oliver and Viktor came to my office in the Ministry to apply for his citizenship. If you would like to see them again, come by my office tomorrow. They are going to be there around five to apply for a proclamation of marriage. They always come at closing time because they value their privacy.” Neville extended the invite to his friend.

Ron enthusiastically replied, “Really? That's bloody brilliant. Thanks, I will.”

“Great, then we can go for dinner afterwards so I can repay you for today.” Neville was rewarded with a nod of the head and a blindingly brilliant smile. Luckily, Ron turned his attention back to the game as Neville's cheeks again blushed crimson.

The duo sat on the edge of the couch watching the game closely. It was tied and looked like the other team had almost caught the snitch. Oliver quickly made an impossible save as the Quaffle came flying at him just as England's Seeker caught the Snitch and won the Cup.

The men were cheering and jumping up and down from all the excitement of a very climatic win. Neville turned his head towards Ron to let him know that he had to leave. Ron, still enthralled with everything, kissed Neville firmly yet tenderly on the lips. Neville just stood there calmly until Ron finished. “T...Thanks, Ron. I had a great time, but I...I have to leave now.” Neville's face was glowing red at this point and struggling to speak, he gave Ron a pathetically weak smile then left Ron's flat a lot faster than he had arrived.

“I just snogged Neville!!!!!! What do I sodding well do now? I just scared off my only single male friend.” Ron worried as he flung himself onto the couch, settling in for a good sulking.

The more Ron lingered on about the kiss, the more he realised he liked it. This caused him to reflect on his past attractions towards his mates. He always got aroused watching Harry play quidditch, but that was from the excitement of the game and not Harry's cute bum. After all he was “in love” with Hermione at the time, or so he thought. Ron remembered another time watching Draco cast a spell on the locker room shower heads just before Crabbe and Goyle stepped in. He hid behind some lockers in the boy's locker room after flying lessons and watched those two idiots jump and scream like girls as the water spurted out ice cold. He laughed loudly at the memory until he remembered he had gotten an erection and suddenly realised that he was aroused again. The memory of Draco showering a few stalls down frightened him as well. He remembered watching Draco slowly slide his hands up and down his milky white skin. It was almost as if Draco was putting on a show in slow motion to entice Ron. Ron had to race back to his dorm room to masturbate just to help his erection go down. He couldn't understand why he was suddenly having all these gay memories. He didn't think about it before. How could an innocent kiss cause Ron to doubt his masculinity?

“Bloody Hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I may be a bleedin' poof.” Ron bawled.

He needed advice, but he couldn't tell his brother for the teasing he would endure would be painful. Harry, Ginny , and Hermione wouldn't understand. He came to the conclusion the only people who would be sympathetic to his feelings were his mum and dad.

Chapter 2

Ron was apprehensive about using the Floo Network because other people would try to listen in on private conversations. He had no other choice, this was an emergency and he needed his mother's advice. Ron sat down in front of the Floo and tried to calm down. As soon as he saw his parents, Ron started sobbing hysterically and babbling.

“Ron dear, you need to calm down. Your father and I can't understand what you are trying to tell us.”

Molly sounded calm despite her concern. She was an old pro at reading Ron's moods.

“I. Was. Snogging.” Ron managed to sob out. Before he could say anymore, he heard his parents cheering and clapping.

“That's lovely dear. You found someone, so why are you so upset? Oh my. Please tell me you didn't try to kiss Millicent or Astoria, they are lesbians.” Molly responded

“No I snogged Neville, who was my only single friend. I think I scared him off. He left right after I kissed him without saying a word. What's worse is I liked it.” Ron thought for a second “ Didn't you set me up with Millicent and Astoria mum? Why would you set me up with lesbians?”

Arthur told Ron that Molly had fixed him up with those two on purpose. She was hoping that if he saw how comfortable they were with their sexuality that it may help him come out.

Molly reassuringly said, “Ron dear, your whole family and friends know that you are gay. Even Hermione, that's why she married Draco. She knew that you loved her, but weren't in love with her. We were trying to make it less stressful for you by joking around. I know this is new to you. I know how confused you must be, so I am going to give you the same advice my mother gave to me. Never close your heart to love. You will miss out on so many wonderful experiences. It may not come in the form or gender that you want. If you walk around with an open heart, you will be rewarded with loves greatest riches. Everyone is here for you. Family and friends. We will love you no matter what.”

“I don't see what's so funny. I think I might be gay. I just screwed up my friendship with Neville. To top it all off I am supposed to meet him tomorrow. What do I do? I can't face him now.” Ron cried. His voice was hoarse and his face was streaked with tears. Realising he had snot about to run over his lips, he wiped his nose on the bottom of his t-shirt.

Molly told Ron that it would be fine. She suggested that Ron go and meet up with Neville as planned. “Wear your green shirt. It brings out your eyes. Make sure to get a fancy new haircut as well. You will want to look your best.”

Ron stared at his mum, he was sure she'd lost it this time. He was having an identity crisis and she was telling him to get his hair cut?

Molly recognised Ron's blank look for what it was and decided her youngest son needed a none to gentle shove in the right direction. “Arthur, Ron isn't dealing well with everything. Let's help him open up and talk about it.” Molly turned back to Ron. “ Here are some phrases that might help you out. That outfit is to die for. Your eyes just sparkle. And my favorite You hair is absolutely fabulous. By the way, Neville is so cute. Have you checked out his package? Does he have a nice arse?”

Arthur chimed in “Are you a chaser or a seeker?”

Ron was getting more embarrassed by his parent's new phrases. Where did they learn how to talk like this? Surely there was some law or something that prevented your parents from speaking like this?

“Mum! Dad! PLEASE!!!!!” Ron shouted.

Ron's tears had dried up, and he was no longer sniveling. Molly and Arthur felt quite accomplished at the handling of their son's long awaited breakdown.

Molly told Ron to talk about the kiss and his feelings with Neville. After all, Neville was an understanding person. He dealt with Oliver and Viktor so he was fine with gay men. Even if Neville had hated the kiss, Ron could explain that he was sorry but had just felt comfortable with him and his body reacted in the heat of the moment. Ron thanked his mother and said goodnight. It was late and Ron was tired. He had a lot to think over before meeting up with Neville tomorrow.

As Ron slipped into his bed, he took his mother's advice to heart, though he did have a hard time falling asleep. The thought of his dad asking if he was a chaser or seeker, combined with his mother asking about Neville's package and arse, grossed him out. He just knew he was going to have nightmares and need several years of therapy.

Chapter 3

Ron's nerves raced through him like a restless dragon. His brain played through several scenarios all day about how he was going to handle everything with Neville. He decided that the best thing to do was to show up early and be honest about what had happened. Ron kept glancing at the clock hoping that it would move faster. He was as clean and tidy as he was ever going to get. He had even used some of the fancy cologne Hermione had given him for Christmas, teamed with the shirt Ginny had bought for him. He finally left work an hour before he was supposed to meet Neville just to give himself enough time to get to the Ministry,

Neville was sitting at his neatly organised desk when he heard a knock on the door. He got up to open it and was shocked to see Ron standing on the other side.

“H....hi Ron. I...I was afraid you weren't going to show up after last night.” Neville swallowed loudly as he felt his face starting to blush again.

“Are you bonkers? Why would I pass up on the chance to see Oliver and Viktor again? I did come early though because I need to explain about what happened last night.” Ron desperately wanted Neville to know that he wasn't there just to see Oliver and Viktor, he just didn't want to frighten him away in his eagerness. He knew he was always putting his foot in his mouth and often the best course of action was to keep his gob firmly shut. This time he knew he'd have to talk Merlin, he hoped Neville wouldn't notice he was sweating with nerves already.

They stood in the doorway for several minutes,neither of them eager to start the conversation before Nevile realized what they were doing and invited Ron to sit down.

“I'm done for the day except for Oliver and Viktor's meeting. The Ministry likes for us to handle high profile clients after hours for their privacy. In order for me to get you in, I had to tell the Ministry that you are my partner. Is that OK?” Neville bit his bottom lip, hating the way his hands were shaking and knowing that Ron must be getting quite hot with the heat all this blushing must be giving out.

Ron stood there with a blank expression on his face. He looked around Neville's office, noticing all the plants and things that were just obviously typically Neville. Neville, the shy kid he'd watch become a man capable of wielding a mystical sword few could even touch. Neville the quiet kid who always stood by them, who had always tried to do what was right. Ron focused his attention on Neville's strong, capable hands and sighed softly. He finally mustered up the courage to speak. “S...Sure that's fine. Look about last night, I'm sorry. I never should have kissed you. I got caught up in the game and was so happy that England won. One more thing.... boy this is harder than I thought it was going to be.” Mustering his bravery, Ron looked up into Neville's eyes. “ I enjoyed the kiss. I completely understand if you don't want to see or speak to me after the meeting.”

“Wow, I guess it's time for my confession. I thought that you had heard the rumours that I was gay and wanted to find out if they were true. That's why I let you snog me for so long. I also enjoyed the kiss. Who knew Ron Weasley was such a great kisser?” Neville gave Ron his patented shy smile, which was returned with Ron's blindingly brilliant one. They both laughed out loud and began talking at the same time.

They talked for so long that they completely lost track of time. They jumped up as soon as Oliver and Viktor knocked at the door.

“Viktor, look how cute Neville and Ron look together. It reminds me of when we first started to date.” Oliver gushed.

Neville confided that Ron was only a friend, and that he had to lie to the Ministry so Ron could come in to meet them. They went on to explain to Oliver and Viktor all the events that had taken place over the last day. Oliver and Viktor shared knowing smiles as they watched Ron and Neville giggle at themselves

“Your save last night was wicked.” Ron complimented Oliver. “And Viktor. How you managed to catch the golden snitch just at the same time. It's Bloody Brilliant.”

While Ron was admiring the two athletes, Neville found the proclamation of marriage for two wizards.

“Here you go guys. You need to sign here and initial there. And you're done. Your copy will be mailed within the week.”

Ron asked if the happy couple could tell him how they met.

“Well Viktor had come to my first professional game right after I joined the team. Afterwards, he came into my dressing room to meet me. As soon as I opened the door, he kissed me and that was it. I fell in love with him shortly after that.”

They enjoyed listening to Oliver and Viktor take turns telling different stories of their dates, they lost track of time again.

“Would you look at how late it is?” Oliver said. “We need to get going.”

Ron was getting ready to walk out with the athletes, when Neville asked him if he still wanted to go for dinner. “Yeah, I'm starving. Do you have any place in mind?”

Neville suggested a restaurant, and they were off on their unofficial first date.

Chapter 4

Ron and Neville grabbed their cloaks and broomsticks then proceeded to leave the Ministry. They had no sooner stepped outside when a huge thunderstorm rolled in and soaked them completely. They looked at each other and agreed that it was necessary to go by Floo. The rain washed away all the soot and dust as they stepped out of the Floo and walked to the restaurant. Since there was a long wait for a table, they decided to go to the bar area and have a Butterbeer. The house elf that served them was a prankster and gave Ron a mug with a broken handle. The second Ron picked up his mug, the handle separated and the mug flew down, spilling the Butterbeer all over Neville.

“I am so sorry Neville.” Ron apologized. As he jumped up to help clean off Neville, he hit a levitating tray full of food. This caused the tray to tip over and pour its contents on his head. Neville just sat there and laughed at Ron, who was now sitting in what used to be several dinners.

“I don't know what's wrong with me today. I feel like I've been hexed,” Ron exclaimed. Neville couldn't tell by Ron's tone whether he was going to cry or laugh. When Neville saw the smile on Ron's face, he started to laugh again.

“Something like this could only happen to us,” Neville joked “It's like we are back at Hogwarts.” He wrinkled his nose because Ron had smelt a lot nicer before being covered in food. “You stink,” he told Ron with a grin as he then cast a cleansing spell so there wouldn't be any more accidents.

They were enjoying the evening until Ron mentioned the Floo conversation he had with his parents. Neville found it quite amusing that Mrs. Weasley was joking about his package and bum. Ron, on the other hand, was shocked by Neville's reaction. He couldn't understand why he wasn't sympathetic towards his embarrassment. “Come on Ron, if it was anyone else you would be laughing about it.”

The more Ron thought about it, the more he it found it funny. “ I guess you're right. I'm still going to need some kind of potion or spell to help me forget about it though.”

They agreed that even though the evening got off to a rocky start, they had had a great time and enjoyed themselves. “Ron, w....would you like to attend Oliver and Viktor's wedding with me? It's next weekend.”

“Sure, just send an owl with the info.” Ron felt as if a great weight had lifted off his chest. Neville was still his friend and even wanted to spend more time with him.

As they got up to leave, Neville gave Ron a gentle kiss on the lips. Ron had a silly grin stuck firmly on his face all the way home. It was still there when he fell asleep much later.

The next week seemed to move more slowly than normal for Ron. He was excited to see Oliver and Viktor again but the thought of seeing Neville again sent his heart racing. This had to be the feeling that his friends described when they started to fall in love.

The big day had arrived and Ron was thrilled that he was going to see Neville in a hour. He grabbed his broom and started to fly over to Neville's flat. Once there they would use the portkey to go to the ceremony. Unfortunately Ron misjudged the landing and fell into one of Neville's plants. The plant threw Ron onto the ground hard causing his pants to rip. He got up, dusted himself off, and knocked on the door.

“Seems like your plant doesn't like me.” Ron joked

“I'll mend your trousers.” Neville said then he cast a sewing spell. In a flash, Ron's trousers were like brand new. They both grinned at each other, doing their best not to giggle. They grabbed a hold of the wedding invitation, which was the portkey, and were instantly transported to the wedding. While they looked around, they saw a few familiar faces from school and several players from their Quidditch team. Ron was walking around with a look of amazement on his face. He couldn't believe that two men could put together such a beautiful gathering. He was even more shocked when he saw that the Minister of Magic was presiding over the whole ceremony. Ron got a look of love in his eyes as he watched Oliver and Viktor recite their vows.

“Hopefully one day that will be me up there.” Ron confessed..

“We will have that one day. It will be everything we want and then some.” Neville whispered hoping that Ron didn't hear. Ron did hear him, but all he did was move closer and rest his head on Neville's shoulder. Neville hastily looked around. No one was paying them any attention so he rested his head against Ron's and shyly took hold of Ron's hand.

Ron kept thanking him for the invitation when everything ended. They had had a wonderful time, and no more accidents happened. They had even both managed to dance together without a mishap. Neville had liked the way Ron had let him lead in the dancing. He'd explain that's how Ginny and Hermione had made him dance too. By the time they got back to Neville's flat, it was really late. “Ron, w...would you like to spend the night?”

“O...OK but I should tell you that I...I've never been with anyone.” Ron's cheeks turned crimson. As he tried to smile, his lips trembled so he bit down on them before his body could betray his nervousness further.

Neville's heart skipped a beat as he gave Ron a shy smile. “Don't be embarrassed. I... I haven't been with anyone either. It will be something new for the both of us.” Ron looked at Neville with surprise and hope. He could do this, no they could do this together. “Come here.” Ron whispered, draping his arms around Neville's neck as they both took a step closer to each other. Both men locked lips and kissed all the way into the bedroom.

Chapter 5

Their kiss was broken briefly now and then so they could remove their clothes. They helped each other undress, not focusing on anything but the kisses. It wasn't until they stood finally naked pressed against one another that they stopped kissing to breathe. As they stood there naked, Ron took the opportunity to tell Neville that his mum wanted to invite him for dinner tomorrow night. Neville laughed “I would love to go, although you need to work on your timing.” Ron blushed and looked down to hide his smile; it would be appropriate to start giggling now.

Oh sweet Merlin, Neville's hard cock had lined up with Ron's. It finally hit the two of them: their cocks were touching! This was nothing like being naked together in the shower room at school. Ron gulped, his eyes going wide as he looked back up into Neville's eyes. “Nev,” he managed to gasp out around his frantically beating heart. Neville smiled, a smile nothing like Ron had ever seen his friends face before. Ron suddenly felt like prey.

“Shh.” Neville whispered as he leaned in and started to kiss Ron again. They glided over to the bed where Neville helped Ron on to it. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to let Neville climb on top of him.

Ron was suddenly enjoying the new dominant Neville, and Neville was having fun with a very eager and submissive Ron. Neville's lips left Ron's and found their way to Ron's neck. He slowly started kissing his way down the side of Ron's body. When he reached the nipples, Ron started giggling like a little boy. “That tickles” he confessed. Neville took that as a compliment and continued working his way down Ron's body. The lower he went caused Ron to giggle harder and louder. Ron also started to squirm in time with the giggling under Neville, causing his leg to get caught up under Neville's arm. As Neville started licking Ron's erect dick, Ron's laughing and squirming became uncontrollable. Ron's body twisted accidentally throwing Neville off the bed.

Neville landed with an “oof”

“I am so sorry. Are you alright Neville?” Ron rolled over on the bed to peer down at his lover.

“Ouch! That hurt, but I'll be alright.” Neville grinned up at Ron, not in the least put off by this turn of events.

“Let me make it up to you. I'll go down on you.” The words had flown out of Ron's mouth before he'd had time to think. He'd never done this before. What if he tried and failed? The look of joy that passed over Neville's face erased all of his fears. He would do anything to make Neville look at him like that again.

To say Neville was enthusiastic was an understatement. He got back up on the bed and lay back against the pillows. Ron positioned himself directly over Neville's body. He opened his mouth and went down on Neville. Ron had expected not to like the taste, but quickly found out that he didn't mind at all. He was surprised by how wide he had to stretch his mouth. Keeping his teeth out of the way seemed like a good idea, but difficult to manage at first. What Ron lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm.

He tried moving his tongue and his head in different combinations, and discovered that Neville really didn't mind being slobbered all over.

It didn't take long for Neville to start moaning “Oh, Yeah!!!! That's it.” He leaned forward and started massaging Ron's head with his hands. As Neville grunted with pleasure, Ron lifted his head to see if he was OK. As Ron's head lifted, it hit Neville's chin causing Neville to bite down on his tongue. Neville jerked his body from the pain and flipped Ron off the bed.

“Looks like we are having a problem with the bed,” Neville laughed, “Why don't we take this to the floor before we hurt ourselves.” The sight of Ron sprawled naked on the floor was the hottest thing Neville had ever laid eyes on.

Ron grinned and held out a hand to Neville, licking his lips as he watched Neville move towards him. He was so relieved that Neville was so understanding and not cursing him for being such a clumsy oaf, Neville scrambled onto the floor with Ron.

Between heated kisses and roaming hands, they quietly talked. They both agreed that the blowjobs were great, except for their minor setbacks, but they were ready to move things along. Ron asked nervously “ Are you going to fuck me?” Ron gave a nervous giggle. “ I wouldn't mind trying it, I just don't know what to do.” He giggled again, “ I can't be ticklish therecan I?”

Neville resisted the urge to laugh out loud and flashed Ron with another one of his famous smiles.“Since it the first time for both of us, I thought we could take turns to see if we like it.”

As he was talking, his hands were gently stroking over Ron's arse. Ron hadn't noticed that he'd opened his legs wide, nor that his ticklish giggling fit had changed into a loud panting, body grinding against Neville's hand.

Ron agreed that would be best and offered to bottom first. He thought that going first would help calm him down before he fucked Neville. He honestly felt he would shoot his load if he tried to get Neville right now. He was so turned on. It was taking all of his self control not to beg for more, faster, and now.

Neville cast a lubricating spell on Ron's hole and his own dick. He then cast what Ron definitely knew was a stretching spell. It was the oddest sensation he had ever felt anywhere but odd in a good way. Neville continued with what seemed like another spell but Ron wasn't really sure. Neville proceeded to slowly enter Ron. He was amazed at how careful Neville was. He knew that Neville was going to be a very tender and responsive lover. Every time Ron would flinch, Neville stopped to make sure he wasn't hurting him. He would only continue when Ron gave to go ahead. Ron was pleasantly surprised at how much he liked feeling Neville inside of him. Thanks to the lubricating and stretching spells nothing actually hurt, it was just really weird to have something inside like that. He enjoyed it even more when Neville's cock massaged his prostate while thrusting in and out of him slowly. It sent a tingling, pulsating sensation throughout Ron's body, causing him to have a moment of euphoric bliss. Several more thrusts to Ron's prostate brought him close to coming too soon.

“Oh Merlin, Neville! Stop, stop now please. You're gonna make this end way too bloody fast.” Neville had stopped as soon as Ron had spoken: worried that he had hurt his lover. “Is it really that good?” He asked, unable to believe anything he had done could be that good.

“Hell yeah.” Ron told him as he eagerly nodded, leaning up to kiss Neville softly.“ I don't know who taught you how to do this but I really need to buy him a present.” Ron moaned.

“Well I... I was really nervous about tonight so I asked Oliver what to do. He gave me some really good suggestions.”

Ron laughed with relief, happy to discover that Neville was just as new to this as he was. “Can I try doing it to you now, Nev?” Just the look of lust in Ron's eyes had Neville eagerly nodding and swapping places with Ron. Neville was excited to bottom for Ron this go around. He laid back and spread his legs open for Ron, casting the lubricating and stretching charms on himself like he had on Ron. A strong, intense rush of lust overcame Ron. He didn't know if he was just overly eager or hadn't rested enough, but as soon as his dick reached Neville's hungry hole, he shot the biggest load he had ever shot. Neville just laid there covered in Ron's spunk with an amazed look on his face.

Ron apologized and blushed with embarrassment. “ I am so sorry. I though all these years of beating off would have taught me some control.” Ron felt so bad that he had come so soon and hadn't have a chance to pleasure Neville, so he reached over and took hold of Neville's beautiful cock. He began to stroke it firmly, smiling as Neville squirmed and bucked up into his hand. “You are so beautiful like this Nev, so beautiful.” He whispered as he leaned in to cover Neville's face with kisses. He hungrily kissed his mouth as Neville arched and came, gasping frantically into the kiss as he covered them both in splashes of warm sticky fluid. Ron was delighted with this outcome, nuzzling and kissing Neville as he waited the ability to speak to return to his lover.

“I....I have a confession. Oliver's suggestions …. well it was more of a charm. He calls it the ultimate orgasm. I was afraid that I wouldn't be any good so I cast it right before we did it. I am surprised that you lasted this long.” Neville admitted with another shy smile as he gently led his hands wander over the pale freckled flesh.

Ron admitted that the orgasm was intense and asked Neville to teach him the charm.” Lets shower and clean up before we try anything else first.” Neville suggested.

After the shower, they realized how late it was and decided that they should go to bed. “Prepare yourself. Tomorrow night you will be experiencing the ultimate orgasm,” Ron joked.

“Well, that sounds exciting, but aren't we having dinner with your family tomorrow? I don't think they want to see you giving me the ultimate orgasm. Though, considering the conversations you've been having with your mum, I could be wrong.” They both shuddered and giggled again.

“How about after dinner? No witnesses?”

“No witnesses; just us.” Ron agreed.

Neville watched Ron curl himself into the fetal position then slid up behind him and spooned him. Neville wrapped his arm around Ron and hugged him, causing Ron to giggle again. This proved to Neville that Ron was ticklish no matter how he was touched. Ron fell asleep with a smile thinking how wonderful this moment was, while Neville had a devilish smile on his face, thinking of how he could find new ways to tickle Ron.

Chapter 6

Ron woke,startled, and was shocked that Neville wasn't in the bed with him. He thought last night was too good to be true, so it had to have been a dream. As he started to look around the room, he realised that he wasn't in his bed. Ron smiled and thought “Last night really did happen.”

Just then the scents of breakfast foods filled the air, causing Ron's stomach to emit a ravenous growl. Neville walked into the bedroom, at the same time as Ron's growl, with a tray holding a variety of breakfast foods. “Good morning, sleepy,” Neville teased. “I wasn't sure what you like to eat so I cooked everything I knew how to, hoping that there is something on here you like.”

“Good morning. Everything smells so good. “Ron complimented Neville as he was eying the tray. Surely he couldn't be hungry again, he ate so much last night. His stomach growled again, telling him differently. He grabbed a fork and started to devour everything he could. Ron's appetite was far greater that of anyone he knew.

Neville hopped into the bed next to Ron and suggested that Ron leave some food for him. After all he was hungry, too. The same thought ran through their minds “Who knew sex would cause them to have such an insatiable appetite.” They ate every last bit of food, then moaned because they ate too much.

“I never asked you what you do for a living, Ron.” Neville nervously questioned hoping to avoid the morning after sex talk.

“I am the first years flying teacher and Gryffindor Quidditch coach at Hogwarts.” Ron announced proudly that he was back at his alma matter.

“What time does your mum want us to come for dinner?” Neville inquired.

“My mum..... BLOODY HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She is going to be pissed big time. I promised her I would Floo her when I got in last night. She has probably got the Aurors out looking for me.“ The only thing Ron feared more than spiders was his mum when she was upset and angry.

Neville was sympathetic towards Ron's fears because his Gran would scream at him whenever he was late. He suggested that they shower, and clean up before chatting with Mrs. Weasley.

As Ron got ready to go into the shower, Neville brought the dirty dishes to the kitchen and cast the washing spell. He went back to the bathroom and waited for a minute or two then joined Ron in the shower. Ron's eyes were closed to prevent the shampoo from getting into them so he didn't know Neville had joined him. Ron jumped from shock as Neville started to caress his arm and kiss the nape of his neck. “I was wondering if you were going to join me, but next time there's no need to sneak up on me. You are always welcome to join me in the shower. “ Ron spoke with a spark of excitement in his voice. Neville's hand skimmed across Ron's toned, hairless body as he reached for the soap. In doing so, Neville found a few more very well hidden places that tickled Ron when touched.

“Are you trying to get me all excited again?” Ron teased knowing that there wouldn't be enough time to have a second round. Even though they were running late, Ron still made time to glide his hands over Neville's boyish body. He wanted to learn everything he could about his new lover. He wanted to know where Neville responded to his touch the most, so when they got back home he could please Neville just as he had been pleased.

“No, I just wanted to make sure you are clean. “ Neville teased back. “We need to hurry up so we can Floo your mum.”

As soon as they were finished getting dressed they sat in front of Neville's floo. Ron was twitching anxiously waiting for his mum to start yelling at any moment.

“Ronald Weasley!” Molly shouted sternly then smiled, “did you have a good time love? Hello, Neville dear.”

Ron couldn't get over how calm she was. Normally she would have carried on until she lost her voice. There had to be something seriously wrong. He thought about calling a Healer. but then decided to wait until he saw her in person. “You're not mad that I was out all night long?”

“Of course not. Neville sent an owl yesterday afternoon stating that you may stay the night because the reception would run late into the evening. “ Molly assured Ron “ I will have dinner ready at six.” Right before she said goodbye she quietly added that Harry, Ginny, George, and Luna would be joining them for dinner as well. After he said goodbye, Ron turned to Neville who had a huge smile on his face. ”You had this planned all along didn't you?” This caused both men to start laughing.

Ron thought for a moment about Molly inviting their friends to dinner as well. Suddenly his smiling face turned to serious, “This can't be good. Mum invited our friends to dinner as well. She's probably planning an intervention. She's going to send me to some crazy gay-no-more clinics.”

Neville couldn't understand why Ron always looked at things negatively when his parents were concerned. He looked Ron right in the eyes and said, “That's one way you could look at it. Maybe she is planning on throwing us a coming out party. If that's the case then it's going to be a gay old time at the Weasley's home tonight.” Neville's joke got Ron laughing again. They enjoyed the rest of their day together and before they knew it, it was time to get ready for dinner.

Chapter 7

Ron was nervous and anxious about dinner. Neville did his best to calm him down. A neck and shoulder massage made Ron twitch, a kiss ended up with Ron pulling away, upset and a simple hug almost made Ron fall apart completely. Nothing Neville did worked. Neville finally suggested that they just go and see what awaited them there. Ron asked if they could stop by his place first so he could change his clothes. After all he didn't want his mum to see him wearing the same clothes he had on last night. As soon as Ron found an acceptable outfit, which took quite some time, they were off to his parents for dinner. The trip seemed to go much faster than normal, someone surely put a speed spell on his broom. Before Ron knew it, Neville and he were standing outside his parents' front door. As Ron proceeded to knock, Molly was standing at the door ready to greet her son and his “special” friend.

“I've missed you Ronald. You need to come and visit more often.” Molly said trying to use her maternal guilt on Ron while hugging him so tightly that he couldn't breathe. “Hello, Neville dear. Give me a hug.”

Neville stepped in and gave her a tight squeeze. “Th...Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Weasley.” Hugging women wasn't something Neville normally did. As much as he'd loved his Gran, she had never been the 'hugging' type.

Molly stepped out of the way so the two men could enter. The aroma of cooking food scented the entire house, causing Ron's and Neville's stomachs to start growling. Molly smiled when she heard them. After all that she had cooked she wanted to make sure that the men would eat it all. She told Ron to take Neville to the dining room while she finished up with dinner.

Ron kept twitching from nerves because he wasn't sure if his siblings really knew about him or if they just suspected it. If they did know would they accept him or push him away. Neville had worries of his own. It was one thing seeing old friends, but once they found out he was Ron's boyfriend, would they consider him good enough?

“Everyone's here already. Stop worrying, Ron, they don't know about Neville and you.” Molly said to them hoping it would help Ron calm down.

No sooner had they sooner entered the dining room when they were bombarded with “hellos” from everyone.

“When mum said you were bringing someone, I thought you were brining Lavender Brown,” George questioned “Luna said that Lavender is single again and was trying to reconnect with you.”

A look of horror swept across Ron's face, causing Neville to jump to Ron's defense. “Ron invited me because he knew that I was alone. Since Gran passed, it's just been me and I was getting really lonely. Ron felt bad so he invited me to dinner.”

While Molly walked into the dining room saying dinner was ready, the food appeared with a flick of Molly's wand onto the table, and the conversation quickly changed. The men discussed their holiday trip with Arthur while the ladies discussed it with Molly as everyone filled their plates with food. Ron and Neville looked at each other and smiled, finally the focus wasn't on them anymore. The moment didn't last long at all, because Harry asked Ron and Neville what they had been up to. Ron's nerves started in again and he began stuttering his words. He wasn't ready to open up about Neville and him together. Neville chimed in and told them about the past few weeks they had, being careful to omit certain events that would incriminate them. Ron gave Neville a thankful glance and opened up about the mishaps that he had endured over the past few weeks again being careful not to mention Neville. Everyone put Ron's nerves and stuttering down to him being embarrassed about telling them about all his latest mishaps. He was probably worried about the teasing he would get, or so they wrongly thought.

“Bloody Hell! It actually worked.” George enthusiastically exclaimed. Everyone turned around and gave George a confused look, so George decided to come clean about Ron's mishaps.

“Fred and I came across a Murphy's Law spell for people in love. Basically the spell causes slightly funny mishaps to people who are in love. We thought it would be funny to cast it on Ron when he started to date Lavender.” Ron's face was glowing scarlet from his anger towards Georges confession. “The only way to break the spell is to admit your true feelings to the one you love. All you have to do is tell the lucky lady in your life how you feel.”

Ron was furious now. He just knew that George was trying to “out” him at the table. Neville didn't help either. Neville, who had been talking to Ginny and Luna, heard just the last part of George's speech mentioned that all the misfortunes happened when Ron was with him and not out on a date with the lucky lady. A surprised look swept across everyone's face, telling Ron that his family really didn't know about him. Ron saw the shocked look on their faces and finally decided that now was a good time to come out to his family.

“There never was and never will be a lucky lady in my life. I'm gay,” Ron exploded with a hint of enthusiasm in his voice. “I've been seeing Neville, but it's too early for me to say that I love him. I do care deeply for him, but this stupid hex is interfering with everything we do.” Ron nervously met each and every look his family and friends gave him, expecting to see disgust and revulsion, he realised it was just shock at his outburst he finally gave Neville a sheepish smile, tinged with the relief of finally being 'out' to his family. His eyes, though, held Neville's in a careful gaze. He'd just loudly declared he was all but falling in love. What if Neville just wanted to be friends with benefits?

Neville sighed with relief “I care deeply for you too, but I was afraid to say anything. I didn't want to hurt your feelings or push you away if you were 'in love' with me.” Neville only had eyes for Ron now, he was completely unaware of the astonished looks he was getting, or that they were turning into huge Weasley grins.

Immediately following Neville's confession, Ron felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He too ignored everyone else in the room. He'd have climbed over the table if he'd needed to, but seeing as Neville was sitting right next to him he dragged Neville up out of his chair and wrapped him in a hug.

This of course caused a huge wave of movement and sound. Everyone else was making congratulatory noises or whistling and clapping as they all stood as one to move and hug Ron and Neville. Neville was sure there would be bruises from all the backslapping, but they were worth it, just to see the smile and relief on Ron's face now.

It was hard to keep track of the well wishes, dinner invites and probing questions for more details. George, of course, wanted pictures then began discussing the salable probability of the spell until he was dragged back by Molly muttering about 'time and place'.

Dinner continued with a change in conversation. Neville was now an honorary Weasley, although it was Ron who was threatened he'd best look after Neville.

Molly chimed in, “No more secrets in our family please.”

Harry, Ginny, George, and Luna all smiled and said in unison “We have two more secrets. You and dad are going to be grandparents.” Molly and Arthur got excited and congratulated them with hugs and well wishes but no backslapping this time for Ginny and Luna.

Ron looked at Neville, smiled, and then told him, “Don't even think about it.” Neville's slow smile could only be described as devious.

The End

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Title: No Longer the Lost
Author:

ellie_kat89
Pairing: Ron/Hermione/Harry
Rating: NC17
Genre: Angst/Romance
Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, angst, and smut
Word Count: 3688
Summary: If the war has taught Ron Weasley anything it’s that falling in love comes in all forms, even if its for your best friends.
Author's Note: Title comes from the Breaking Benjamin song “Give Me A Sign,” the song inspired this little fic idea of mine. Thank you so much to

triomakesmehot for making this fic readable for the rest of you ;).

Artist:

deathjunke
Title: "Untitled"
Rating: G
Media: pencil sketches colored in photoshop.
Artist Notes: n/a

No Longer the Lost

It’s funny sometimes how things brew beneath the surface, almost there, so very close but still untouchable. It’s strange too how people will exchange a look or a touch that speaks volumes about the true state of things, but never act on it. Ron knew that in a way he loved Harry; in a way that wasn’t just best mates, or even brothers. The protective urges towards the man he was closest to boarded on obsessive. The desire to keep Harry safe and warm from the cold hard realities of the world they lived in would creep up on him during odd hours. Ron wanted to wrap him up, to shield him, even while his mind, heart, and body he knew that he loved Hermione in the same maddening way. It was almost enough to drive him spare. He wanted to touch them, run hands over bodies and memorize every dip, curve, and plane until all that was left in the world was them.

He loved them together, as one entity. Ron didn’t pay much attention to differences in anatomy; they were the way they were, and he loved and wanted them equally. But knowing that, and actually doing something about it, were two very different things. It was scary to Ron, the things that he wanted late at night when Hermione had already snuck out of his room after a particularly intense round of snogging. Being with Hermione was everything he’d ever imagined, and more, but it always left him empty, like there was supposed to be something else, someone else. He would wonder during these times if maybe Hermione ever felt the same.

--

The war was over, a full three months passed, but very little felt different. Sure, they weren’t out in the middle of nowhere living in a tent anymore, but the feelings still remained. Many nights, Harry would wake screaming into his pillow, or Ron would wake from a nasty dream, half expecting a Snatcher to be standing over his bed. Hermione wasn’t sleeping well either, too full of nervous energy, she said. She confided in Ron that sometimes she forgot that the war had ended at all.

Ron would hold Hermione while she cried into his shoulder, the both of them stretched out on his childhood bed. God, how he wanted to fix it all, but there was nothing he could do. It ate away at him that the only comfort he could offer was to hold her. Sometimes when he’d succumb to tears himself, he’d wish that there were someone on the other side of the bed to wrap arms around him, too.

--

Everyone was asleep when it began, except for Ron, who was wide awake and staring up at his ceiling. Hermione had just left; his lips were still tingling from her departing kiss when he heard a faint noise, a stirring on the other side of wall in Harry’s room. First there were mattress springs creaking and then a faint, pained cry. Ron had been playing this same role for so long that he didn’t even think as he hurriedly rolled out of bed and grabbed his wand. It was probably just Harry like it always was, but Ron was never sure after what they’d just been forced to live through.

Ron didn’t consciously remember opening his door but, before he knew it, he was standing in front of Harry’s door. When the Burrow was hastily rebuilt after the war, the Weasleys had added rooms for Harry and Hermione, and Harry’s was right next to Ron’s. Reaching out, Ron grasped the knob and turned, the door swinging open silently. In the dim room, Ron could just make out Harry, twisted in a painfully unusual position on his bed, the covers bunched and coiled around him. He was clearly in the midst of a nightmare, straining against his mattress, huge handfuls of the sheet beneath him held tight in his fists as he struggled against an invisible enemy.

Ron’s throat tightened, but he forced himself to swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat. He went forward and stood beside Harry’s bed, reaching a freckled hand out to lay it comfortingly on the other man’s bare shoulder.

“Harry, mate—,” but before he could finish, Harry startled awake and clearly panicked. Ron had no time to react before Harry grabbed a painfully tight hold of his wrist and twisted, at the same time pushing him facedown on the bed. Harry straddled Ron’s back, all his weight bearing down and a hard, unyielding arm pressed incessantly into the back of Ron’s neck.

“Whoa! Harry, it’s okay it’s just me, it’s Ron!”

Harry didn’t seem to hear him as the blood rushed through his ears and his heart pounded. Harry’s grip changed too, fingers becoming buried in the length of Ron’s red hair, tightening hard and then pushing down. Ron’s face was smashed down firmly against Harry’s pillow.

Ron, surprised at the sudden swell of arousal coursing through his belly at the feeling of Harry’s fingers in his hair, stopped struggling. Once he’d become limp and still, compliant, it took only a few short seconds for Harry’s grip to loosen in his hair.

“Wha’ – Ron?” Harry asked, his chest heaving and his speech slurred with exertion and panic.

Now able to do so, Ron lifted his head, voice soft and careful as he spoke. “It’s alright Harry, it’s okay, you’re safe.”

Ron could feel Harry shaking against his back. “Fuck, I’m sorry, fuck….”

With another shudder, Harry clambered off of Ron, leaving him free to move. He rolled his neck back and forth, letting the tension go. Harry was only a foot away from him, hands covering his face, whole body quaking violently.

Ron swallowed and reached out to touch his shoulder again, but Harry shied away at the first feeling of Ron’s fingers.

“It’s alright, mate.”

Harry’s head shook back and forth, and his hands lowered, fingers curling into fists in his lap. His eyes were red-rimmed and shiny with tears.

“It’s not okay, Ron.” His voice was hoarse, but loud in the room and Ron flinched. “There’s… there’s something wrong with me.”

Ron grappled for words, his mouth opening and closing. “There isn’t anything wrong with you….”

Harry’s flash of anger was sudden. “Yes there is!” His head dropped and he ran unsteady hands through his hair. “There is,” he murmured softly.

Ron wished fervently that he could think of something he could say, something he could do to convince Harry that there wasn’t anything really wrong with him. Hermione had pointed out something in one of her books a few days before… something about traumatic stress with a long, detailed explanation, but Ron wasn’t really listening.

He may not know what to say, but he figured he knew what to do, if Harry would let him. Carefully, Ron lifted his arm and lowered it around Harry’s shoulders, feeling the muscles tense in Harry’s body before they suddenly relaxed. Harry’s whole body seemed to sag and without further conversation, Harry laid his head on his best friend’s freckled shoulder.

Ron’s breath caught in his chest, but he tried to let it out as casually as possible. The silence became tenser the longer they sat there together, but neither moved to change their position. Ron, no longer able to look at Harry without doing something stupid (like kissing the top of Harry’s head where it rested against his cheek), glanced around the room instead.

Their long, edgy moment continued until Harry’s head suddenly moved. “Thanks,” he whispered.

When Ron felt Harry’s lips ghost tantalizingly across his skin just below his clavicle, he thought it might be accidental. When Harry’s tongue traced the same path, Ron inhaled sharply and felt himself harden. His heart pounded and he jumped to his feet, running his hands nervously up and down his pajama trousers.

“I’ll, uh let you go back to sleep now,” Ron said quickly, wincing at the scared squeak in his voice. “I’ll see you at breakfast.” Ron hurried out of Harry’s room and back to his own, not daring to look back in his haste to prevent Harry seeing that he was so painfully turned on he couldn’t breathe properly. It never occurred to him that Harry’s tongue on his chest had to be intentional.

Ron closed his bedroom door and shakily sat on his bed, his erection pressing against the front of his trousers. And he couldn’t help himself when he shimmied out of his pajamas to wank, fantasizing all the while about Harry’s tongue on his skin.

--

Hermione noticed something was wrong with Ron the next day, but even if he wanted to explain, he didn’t think he would know how. Whenever the house became too crowded, or too loud, he and Hermione would go for a short walk. The weather had started turning cool but it wasn’t so cold yet that they couldn’t enjoy the outdoors. Holding hands, they walked through Mrs. Weasley’s garden and then out the back.

“Did Harry have a rough night last night?” she asked, glancing up at him.

He stopped abruptly, surprised at her question.

“There’s clearly something wrong, and I want to know what it is.”

Ron ran a hand down his face. “Yeah, he did.”

Hermione nodded and they sat down on the old picnic table directly behind the house. She seemed nervous all of a sudden, with her knee bouncing up and down, and he waited for her to say whatever it was she was going to say. He didn’t have to wait long.

Tucking a lock of bushy hair behind her ear, she glanced at him, her gaze holding his. “Do you ever feel like there’s something missing, you know, with us?”

Ron sighed, and glanced away, staring out towards Fred’s grave. “Yeah.”

She rested her head on his arm, the almost exactly as Harry had the night before. He turned and kissed her the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her hair. So many things had changed in the three months that they’d been together and now that he’d gotten his chance to love her, he never wanted to go back. What if this ruined them, made it too weird?

Hermione reached out and took his hand then and squeezed it tight. “It feels like there’s an empty spot to me, that Harry’s supposed to fill.”

Ron knew it made sense, Harry had always been there, closer than any friends had ever been. It only made sense that Harry should be with them, in every way.

“Hermione, what are we going to do?”

She sighed. “Do you want to ask him?” Her voice became small here, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. “Maybe he could watch.”

“Watch?”

She nodded.

His mind moved back to a conversation that they had more than a month ago, about only taking the next step when they were ready, she’d been very adamant about it. “You said you weren’t ready.”

She lifted her head and kissed his cheek. “I am now. Are you?”

He grinned. “I was born ready.”

Hermione rolled her eyes towards the sky and smacked his arm. “You’re such a man.”

“Yeah, but that’s one of the main reasons why you love me.”

Her cheeks flushed. “That is true.”

--

Harry was more than just Ron’s best friend, he was one of the most important people in Ron’s life, but that didn’t make asking Harry to join him and Hermione in a sexual encounter any less weird. It didn’t matter how often it played in his mind, or came out in his dreams, Ron just couldn’t imagine the words to let Harry know how they were feeling. He thought about it for several days, the multitude of imaginary conversations making him dizzy, but he knew would have to be the one who asked. He had to make sure that Harry wanted this, too.

Late one night, when he felt like he could really, finally do it, Ron snuck into Harry’s room. Harry was still blessedly awake, saving Ron from having to wake him. Quietly, Ron shut the door behind himself, aware that the rest of his family were already asleep and that this would be the wrong time for anyone to come investigating.

Ron shuffled his feet, and Harry glanced up, green eyes intensely focused on the red head.

“I didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” Harry stated, going back to the Quidditch book he’d been flipping through.

Ron shrugged and took a deep breath. “I have to talk to you about something.”

Harry’s eyebrows quirked upwards but he remained silent. Ron’s breath shuddered in his chest and he felt a weight pressing down on him. Sometimes the war, the things they had seen, felt like a brand, a burning thing pressing into his body. Being with Hermione helped that feeling, but Ron was very aware that Harry didn’t have that to help him. Ron desperately wanted to give his best friend something to chase away the demons and the nightmares that visited him regularly. Voldemort was dead, but the memory remained, and the memory was almost as damaging as the man himself. In that moment, it became clear to Ron how much Harry had changed, how much more he’d withdrawn into himself.

“Hermione and I,” he stressed, “actually need to talk to you.”

Harry looked at him quizzically but nodded anyway, following Ron out the door and up the stairs. Hermione’s room was at the very top now, and it had more privacy than probably any other place in the house.

They reached the top of the stairs and Ron opened the door to the sight of Hermione in nothing but a thread-bare t-shirt of Ron’s and her knickers.

Harry walked in behind Ron and his eyes widened. “Er… what’s going on?”

“Uh… we need to talk to you,” Ron answered.

“Talk to me about what?” Realizing that he was staring, Harry averted his gaze from Hermione’s breasts.

“Well Harry, we were thinking that we have a special situation, you know, with us. And we were wondering if you wanted to watch,” Hermione explained, strangely business like for the conversation.

Harry stilled as realization dawned on him. “You want me to watch you two shag? Are you crazy?”

“Yes, that’s what we mean, and no, we’re not crazy.”

Harry, clearly not knowing what to think sat down heavily in the chair and stared at his two best friends. “Why?” he asked, puzzled.

“We wondered if maybe you felt the same way we did… that something was missing?” Hermione asked carefully.

Harry visibly swallowed and then nodded.

Ron felt like he should say something, verbally agree with Hermione in some way, but he couldn’t find the words for what he wanted to say. Harry was looking at him, seeking confirmation, but Ron could only nod.

“What if…” Harry paused and looked down at his shoes.

“What Harry?” Ron finally spoke, before Hermione.

He scratched the back of his neck, putting off, even just for a moment, what he wanted to ask. “What if I wanted to participate?” Red crept farther up Harry’s neck.

“That’d be okay,” murmured Ron at the same time that Hermione did.

Green eyes flickered between the couple inviting him to become part of a threesome. “Any way I wanted to?”

Heat skittered up Ron’s spine at the scenarios that ran through his mind; there were so many possibilities. “Yes.”

Harry took in a nervous breath. “Alright then, I’m in.”

Hermione nodded, hands suddenly shaking with nervousness. “Okay, I guess….” Her fingers pulled off the t-shirt she’d been wearing and tossed it aside; then she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled those down too, leaving herself naked in front of them.

She laughed nervously. “Er, it would be good if you both took off your clothes, too.”

Both Ron and Harry were quick to comply. While they shed their clothing, Hermione climbed up on her bed, laying down on her back and waiting.

Now that they were all there, finally at that moment, Ron was suddenly unsure. What if Harry wanted to go first? Ron knew it made making love sound like throwing a Quaffle back and forth, but it had suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t know how this was going to all work.

Hermione solved the problem easily. “Come here, Ron,” she bade, patting the spot on the bed beside her.

Ron climbed up and settled next to her, reaching out to run a hand over her stomach and up to her breasts. His finger circled her nipple, watching it harden. He was acutely aware of Harry watching them, but it was okay; it felt right.

Hermione turned on her side and kissed the side of his neck, lips moving up towards his ear. “Trust it,” she whispered. “It’ll all work out.”

For a time they just snogged, like they’d been doing for the past three months, but it quickly went much further. When Hermione wrapped a small hand around his cock and started to experimentally stroke him, Ron looked past Hermione to where Harry was sitting with an excellent view of what was going on. He was stroking himself, his expression full of awe and desire… he’d been wanting this, too.

All too soon, they were there, at that moment where Hermione’s legs were spread and Ron lay between them. Supporting himself with his right arm and reached down between them. He touched her again, finding her wet and slippery and ready. He took hold of his cock and guided himself until the tip was resting at her opening.

“Ron…” she moaned, hips shifting, trying to take him in.

Distantly, Ron heard a chair scrape across the floor behind him and then soft footsteps. When he felt Harry’s hands on his hips, he jumped.

“Anything I want?” Harry asked, thumbs running over the sides of Ron’s arse.

His hands slid inward, and his fingers softly touched the inside of Ron’s cleft. Ron moaned and his cock twitched. If he didn’t do something soon, he was going to come before he even had the chance to slide inside Hermione.

“Merlin, Harry,” Ron moaned, head sagging and Hermione took that opportunity to kiss him. Her hips bucked up again and the head of his cock popped inside her.

“Anything?” Harry prompted again, voice husky.

“Anything,” Ron gasped in answer, thrusting all the way inside the tightness that enveloped his dick as Hermione’s fingers dug hard into his shoulders while she winced in pain.

He cleared the dazed longing in his brain long enough to glance down at Hermione. She reached up and brushed the hair away from his eyes. “You alright?” he asked softly.

“Fine.” She smiled. “Never better.”

Carefully Ron began to move, pulling out nearly all the way before sliding back in. Harry continued touching Ron, then reached around to touch Hermione where Ron’s cock thrust in and out of her.

“Fuck, Harry,” Ron groaned, dizzy from the feeling of Harry’s fingers against his slippery cock.

Harry’s hands slid back up and squeezed. “Hermione,” Harry began, and then paused for a moment, “I’m not going to hurt him am I? I’ve never….”

“It should be okay, just use plenty of lubricant and go slow,” Hermione replied.

“Is there a charm for that?” Harry asked.

Ron, too busy reveling in the feeling of Hermione meeting his thrusts, didn’t hear her answer. When he felt Harry’s first lubed finger push into his arse, Ron knew that the spell had worked. When Harry started working a second finger in, Ron stilled, gasping for breath as sweat began to slide down his body.

Hermione, seeking a more comfortable position, shifted down and hiked her legs up higher so that her knees were at Ron’s sides. Harry pulled his fingers out and Ron heard the softly muttered spell this time as Harry spread the lube over his cock. Harry spread Ron’s cheeks apart and then lined his cock up with Ron’s hole, watching himself as he started to push forward.

Ron groaned and he fisted the sheets near Hermione’s head, clenching his eyes shut at the stretching, tight pain in his arse. Hermione peppered kisses across his face, her tongue tracing the line of his lips before Ron kissed her. Once Harry had slid in to the hilt he began to thrust, pulling Ron onto his cock by his hips. His in and out movement caused Ron to begin moving in and out of Hermione again. She moaned and tangled her fingers in Ron’s hair.

Harry, so quiet during the whole exchange, suddenly began to talk, lost in the sensation of being buried in Ron’s tight arse. He mumbled how much he loved them, needed them. His hands went from Ron’s hips to Hermione’s legs, caressing her thighs, and completing the connection. Harry rested his forehead against Ron’s sweaty back and pushed into him, pushing him more deeply into Hermione.

Ron felt Harry’s teeth on his skin and finally lost it, groaning out as he emptied himself inside Hermione. Harry came soon after, slamming home twice before orgasming.

Ron collapsed to the side, breathing hard, and Harry followed him. They lay still for several minutes before anyone moved. Ron, in the middle, grinned when Hermione threw her arm over his side and Harry did the same, trapping him in a three-way hug. All three were touching in some way.

“I think I needed that,” Harry mumbled into Ron’s skin.

Hermione laughed weekly. “We figured that.”

“Did you now?” Harry asked.

“Yes.”

Harry smiled and tightened the hold he had on Hermione’s hand. Everything would be all right now, as long as they had each other.

Yes, the war had changed them, changed that way they thought about life and the world around them. It had even changed the things they wanted, and the way they wanted them. Their love had become precious, and it always would be, no matter what form it took.

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