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[FIC] No Need for Jealousy: Ron/Hermione/Harry
Originally posted here on 5 August 2007

Title: No Need for Jealousy
Requestor: ozma_katiebell
Author/Artist:
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ron/Hermione/Harry
Summary: 'At that moment, she decided that she did not care anymore- she didn’t care she was with two handsome men, that they are in public, that her skirt was up and her breasts exposed. She simply let go.'
Word Count:3,904
Warnings (if any): threesome, public sex, dirty talking, some jealousy and humor, double penetration.
Author's Notes: ozma_katiebell, I hope you like this Trio Fic. Thanks to L.S. for the beta. You were a life safer, dear.




No Need for Jealousy


Hermione Granger was happy. Extremely happy, indeed. The night before had been...bewildering.

Terry Boot does have good hands, she thought with an uncharacteristic giggle as she entered the kitchen.

“’Morning, boys,” she greeted Harry and Ron, taking a seat.

Ron groaned some kind of response; Harry just looked at her but did not say anything.

She looked between the two of them, an eyebrow raised, but didn’t say anything. Oh no, it was too early, and she was too happy to have to deal with their whatever it was. And so, she began to eat her breakfast in silence, trying to pretend she wasn’t noticing their not so subtle glances at her direction.

After a minute, Hermione put down the knife and fork and then looked up at her best friends. Ron had his ears red and an expression that it seemed he was biting is own tongue to prevent himself to say something. Harry, on the other hand, did not look angry but sad, his eyes were darkened.

“Okay, what is it?” she finally asked.

“Nothing,” they muttered together, averting their eyes from her.

“Ron...Harry...” she spoke in calm but firm voice.

“What time did you come home last night?” Ron sputtered.

Hermione was take aback by the question. She looked confused at him and then at Harry, who had his eyes boring at her, as if he was demanding some kind of answer.

“Wha-? Argh! I don’t believe you two!” she cried angrily, suddenly understanding the long faces. It was always the same thing; always that overprotectiveness. It seemed that no one was good enough for her.

“I don’t trust Boot,” Harry said.

“Exactly!” Ron exclaimed, nodding fiercely at Harry. “Exactly! I always knew he was up to no good!”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” Hermione actually snorted. “He is an Auror like you, Harry!” She turned to Ron. “He even cheers for the Cannons!”

“It can be an act,” Harry retorted.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “An act?”

“He is up to no good, Hermione,” Ron said. “Pay attention on what we are saying here.” He ran a hand through his flaming hair. “You are very intelligent, Hermione. No question about that- but-”

“-but this a little different,” completed Harry.

Ron nodded. “Yes. This is different.”

“Um...how different?” she wanted to know.

“Um can be very ingenious and he-” Harry started to explain.

“-he may try to fool you.”

“Fool me, Ron?”

Ron’s cheeks began to flush. “Harry and I know how a bloke’s head works, Hermione. First, you think he is a perfect gentleman and then when you realize you are already on his bed—“

“A little late for that,” Hermione muttered to herself.

The boys’ head snapped at her.

“You and Boot shagged!” Ron shouted.

Harry remained in silence, looking disappointed.

“I can’t be- You had sex with him!”

Hermione felt the anger rising within her. “Yeah, Ronald Weasley!” she shouted back.

“Terry and I shagged last night! Three times! And you know what? It was amazing!”

Ron stared outraged. “Y-You...”

“I what? What are you going to say? That I am looking like a scarlet woman?!” She turned her gaze to Harry. “And you, Harry? Aren’t you gonna say anything? I’m betting that you are dying to say something. Do you also think I’m a scarlet woman?”

Harry shrugged. “Do whatever you want.”

“I was so happy, you know?” she talked in quiet and controlled voice. “And I thought you two would be happy for me.” She began to wipe the angry tears that had started to fall from her eyes. “I guess I was wrong.”

She stood up and stormed out the kitchen, without waiting for any kind of reply.

*

Two months had passed since that morning- and things did not seem to improve. Actually, the tension in the flat they—Harry, Hermione, and Ron—shared seemed to grow day by day. She could not understand why they were being so brick-headed. Didn’t they want her to have a little of fun? Ron had simply stopped to talk to her, and Harry- Harry looked like she had killed Hedwig or something like that.

It was so infuriating!

To make things worse, her affair with Terry also didn’t seem to last. Obviously, she knew she wasn’t in love with- far from it- but she couldn’t deny she was having a good time with him. And it wasn’t only about the sex. Perhaps she would invest more into that relationship.

However, any plan or expectation she could have went down when Terry came to her work one day and, after a long talk, he finally said he couldn’t be together anymore.

He had found his true love in the person of Marietta Edgecombe.

Hermione was shocked, to say the last, but she could still thank his honesty. She knew she wasn’t in love with him- and her heart hadn’t been broken- however, it didn’t mean that her pride hadn’t been severely damaged.

After all, Marietta?!

Not wanting to go home, Hermione decided to stop by at The Green Irish, a pub near the Ministry. She did not intend to get drunk; it wasn’t like her to do such thing. Hermione just want to take a drink, to think about her life.

However, as soon as she stepped inside the pub, Hermione had a not-so-happy surprise: Harry and Ron were there. Hermione shook her head. She wasn’t in the mood to have to deal with them. Not then, anyway. Heaving a sigh, Hermione was leaving when a familiar voice called her name.

She stopped, and then turned her head. “Hallo, Harry,” she said flatly; she turned to Ron. “Ron.” Without waiting for a reply, the young witch left the place.

She could Apparate, but Hermione thought it would be better to walk home. She had walked about three blocks when she heard some footsteps behind her. Seeing that she was walking alone, in a dark alley, Hermione turned quickly, her wand up ready.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Ron held up his hands, Harry by his side. “Calm down, Hermione. It’s just me and Harry.”

Hermione just nodded but didn’t say anything. Instead, she continued to walk, but then a hand grabbed her shoulder, making her to stop.

“Hermione,” Harry said, looking straight into her eyes, “are you okay?”

Hermione laughed bitterly. “Why do you care?” she asked, pulling her shoulder away from him.

Harry stopped dead, staring at her. “I- We- Ron and I are your best friends. Of course we care!”

“It wasn’t the impression I got these past months!”

Harry and Ron exchanged a cautious glance.

“We just don’t think that that Boot is good for you,” Ron said, his ears a little pink.

Hermione could not help but snort. “Well, I guess you don’t have to worry anymore. Terry and I are through.”

“Good! What happened?” Ron and Harry exclaimed at same time.

“Doesn’t matter,” se said, looking away.

“Did he do something?” Harry asked in a serious tone, his eyes turning dark.

“Did he?!” Ron demanded.

“No,” she replied a little annoyed but at same time pleased and touched at their concern, “he just fell in love for someone else.”

Harry just nodded, not knowing exactly what to say.

Ron, on the other hand...”Who?”

“Marietta Edgecombe.” She looked away, not wanting to look at them.

“WHAT?!” they shouted at same time.

She turned and faced them. “Go on, you can laugh,” she dared, unwelcome tears began to fall drop down her eyes. “Go on laugh! Come on, Ron! You don’t have any funny remark to say?!”

“Did- do you love him?” Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head, smiling sadly. “No, I don’t love him,” she said, “but this hurts anyways. It- it was practically only sex.” Ron and Harry stiffened uncomfortably on their feet. “But- but I had a hope, you know? I hope that- that maybe- with time-” Her voice was shivering. “I-I guess I’m meant to be alone.”

Ron stepped closer to her and cupped her face with his hands. “Of course not, Hermione,” he said seriously, his blue eyes seeming to penetrate hers. “Harry and I- we just don’t like to see you with these wankers.” He leaned his head towards hers and began to kiss her tears away. “You are so-” he began to kiss her cheeks, “-much more-” the tip of her nose, “-important-” her jaw line, “than this.” Then finally his lips meet hers, and her arms went automatically around his neck.

The kiss was demanding, laced by fire. She felt herself as if she was being consuming by him. Ron, her best friend. He tasted so good. Yes, they had kissed before, almost five years ago in the seventh year- but it wasn’t like that.

But then, along with excitement came another feeling- a strange feeling that she couldn’t placed exactly what was it.

Harry

She and Ron couldn’t do that with Harry. Merlin, what she was thinking? Snogging Ron in front of Harry like that!

However, before she could do anything about it, Hermione felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around her waist from behind.

She gasped in surprise, breaking the kiss.

“Ron is right, we don’t like to see you with another bloke,” Harry whispered huskily against her ear. She felt her heart beating fast against her chest, a shiver running her body. “We don’t want to see you with another bloke.” He began to nip gently her earlobe.

Oh god...This isn’t right... Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Ron captured her mouth once again. A part of her brain was saying that it was so wrong, but she simply was not able to fight against that. She had always known that she loved those two wizards- she knew that a relationship with Ron would never last because it felt like cheating on Harry.

And yes, she had had dreams about situations about that but-

Merlin, she couldn’t think...

She felt Harry lifting up her skirt. “Oh!” She yelped as he slipped a finger inside her, moving it rapidly. “Oh!”

Ron broke the kiss and smiled slyly at her. Without saying a word, he began to unbutton her blouse, never letting his gaze out of hers.

Oh Merlin, what’s he doing? she thought frantically. They were in the street, in a public alley. Anyone could see them.

However, that same thought caused her to get even more excited. Her blouse was opened by then, her breasts covered by a simple white bra being displayed to Ron.

“Good,” Ron muttered as he saw that the bra’s clasp was in the front. Hermione felt her face growing hot. “Good,” he repeated, rapidly unclasping the bra, exposing her now naked breasts to him. He touched her nipples. “Gorgeous.” Ron began to kiss to kiss her jaw line, and running down his tongue across her cleavage, between her breasts- until his mouth finally captured one of her nipples, a hand stroking the other one.

Hermione did not know if Ron and Harry had somehow trained some kind of choreography, but as soon as Ron’s mouth began to suck her breast, Harry decided to thrust another finger inside her, his tongue licking her neck and shoulder.

At that moment, she decided that she did not care anymore- she didn’t care she was with two handsome men, that they are in public, that her skirt was up and her breasts exposed. She simply let go.

The young witch was moaning loudly when she felt Harry pulling his fingers out of her. She let go a sound of protest.

“Shhh...” she heard he saying- and to her surprise, he knelt down behind her and with a fast movement pushed down her knickers; her skirt up and wrapped around her waist.

“Harry!” she cried, unable to know how to react. She looked down at him and he gave her one of his lopsided grins, before began to lick her bum, his fingers running inside her wet folds.

“Oh god...”

Ron then let go her breasts for a moment. “I don’t think you’ll need this.” He took her blouse and bra and slipped them, sliding them out her arms, causing them to fall on the ground. “Good.” He returned to his previous ministrations as if nothing else mattered- his teeth biting her nipple with a somewhat ravenous delicacy.

Hermione had never felt something like that- so powerful, so exciting. She usually was in charge, on top, leading. However, at that moment, she was enjoying being taken, to be the submissive one. Merlin, she almost totally naked, totally exposed but she didn’t feel shyness or unsure. She moaned against their touches, their tongues. She wanted, she needed them to be inside her. She needed to be fucked—right there.

“Oh god,” she moaned, “I need you two inside me. Oh god, I need you now.”

“See, Ron, she wants to be fucked.”

Ron slid his tongue on the valley between her breasts. “Do you want be fucked, Hermione?” His voice was thick with desire. “Do you want me and Harry to fuck you?”

“Y-Yess...”

Harry stood up on his feet, and then began to caress her cheeks gently. “Do you want to be fucked by us right here?” His head was closer; she could feel his breath against her face. “Do you want to me and Ron to fuck you so hard, that you cry?”

“Y-Yesss...” she moaned once again before Harry captured her mouth on his. His kiss was different than Ron’s. It was softer, almost gentle.

She didn’t know for how long they stayed there; she and Harry kissing, Ron traveled his tongue up and down her back.

“They changed positions,” she thought half-consciously.

“Mum, is that lady naked?” the trio suddenly stopped at the sound of a girl’s voice. They turned their head and their gaze met an opened eyed woman, who was besides an eleven-year-old girl. She looked horrified; the girl, just curious.

“Oh my! Scandalous!” she shouted, covering the girl’s eyes with her hands. “Disgraceful!”

Hermione, Harry, and Ron exchanged a look.

“Ron, hold on to her tight,” Harry spoke in a commanding voice.

“What?”

“Do it!”

Hermione then felt Ron’s arms wrapping her body from behind as Harry’s held her from her front. And within seconds, a familiar thump within her body. Harry had just Side-Along Apparated them.

*

“Harry!” Hermione cried, hitting her fists against Harry’s chest. They had just Apparated into her bedroom. “Are you crazy?!”

“Hey! Hey!” He grabbed her wrists causing her to stop. “No need for violence!”

“Merlin, mate, Hermione is right. You could have splinched us doing something like that.”

“And my clothes? My wand!”

Harry grinned, taking some shrank objects from his pocket. With a snap of fingers, Hermione’s clothes, purse, and wand turned to their right size. “There,” he said with a shrugged, “everybody and everything saved.”

“Oh.”

“Now, I think we were doing something a lot more pleasurable on that alley, don’t you think?”

Harry stepped closer to her, tracing her face with his fingerprints. “Or do you want to stop?”

Instead of replying, Hermione grabbed his raven hair with her hands and kissed hard on the mouth.

Not wasting time, Ron went closer her from behind, and began to kiss and suck her neck, one hand massaging a breast and the other stroking her wetness.

“Oh...Ron...” she moaned against Harry’s mouth. “Harry...please...I need you....I don’t know if I can’t take anymore.”

“Well, I guess you can do that finger thing, mate!” Ron suddenly exclaimed, breaking the erotic atmosphere.

Hermione and Harry stared at him.

“Huh?” Harry blinked.

“Wandless magic, Harry!” Ron snapped his finger. “You can make our clothes to vanish. No waste of time, you know?” He winked.

Hermione couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “For Merlin’s sake, Ronald!” She walked at her bed and sat on it. “Wonderful way to break a mood!” She dropped her skirt to the floor and let her body fall down on the bed.

Boy, she needed them. Eyes closed, Hermione began to caress her own body, running her finger between her breasts, and then down her stomach…

“It’s red!” Harry’s surprised voice made her open the eyes. He and Ron were already naked, looking at each other. Harry seemed surprised with something, Ron, just annoyed. “It’s red!” he said again, pointing at Ron’s pubic hair.

“Of course it’s red, Harry!” Ron snort. “What did you think? Green?”

Harry opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the sound of giggle. Hermione’s giggle. He and Ron exchanged a sly smirk and went to the bed, and lay by her side.

“What’s so funny, Miss Granger?” Ron asked, his fingers playing with her nipples. Harry was stroking her intimate area gently.

“You two,” she said, taking Harry’s and Ron’s members with her hands, “have you never saw each other naked?”

“Of course not!” Ron replied, his eyes half open. “God, Hermione...”

“Oh, do you like it?” she hissed, massaging their balls. Good thing she was able to work with both hands. She kissed first Harry and then Ron lightly on their lips before removing her hands.

Both men let go a groan of protest.

“Poor babies,” she said, “but I think I wait to much don’t you think?” She was now on her side, facing Ron, as Harry went closer from behind. “Please...”

Ron started to kiss her on the mouth, and her hands went to his red hair, grabbing it. Hermione could feel him growing erect, hardening against her thighs.

She let go one hand of his hair and brought it to his member, stroking it fiercely.

“Oh...” Ron groaned against her mouth.

At same time, she heard a snap of fingers behind her. Hermione only smirked. She knew Harry had just summoned some lube.

She began to guide Ron’s penis to her entrance. “Plea...oh!” she cried as she felt Harry’s finger inside her arse.

Ron looked at her and then at Harry.

“Oh god...” Hermione moaned aloud as Harry began to move his finger inside her. It hurt, she couldn’t deny it, yet it felt amazingly good. “Oh...” She gave a last stroke on Ron’s penis. “Please, Ron...”

Ron began to enter her slowly, in a gradual movement. He was long, but not large- fitting perfectly in her.

“Oh...” she and Ron moaned together as he adjusted himself better inside her.

“So good...” he hissed.

At this moment, Harry took of his finger from ass, gaining a groan of protest from her. However, Hermione’s disappointment was suddenly replaced by a wave of excitement as Harry placed his hands on her hips, his already hard penis brushing against her bum’s cheeks.

“Oh...”

“Shh...” Harry whispered on her ear, “relax.”

Holding her tight, Harry entered her little by little, whispering some incoherencies on her ear.

“Oh Merlin...” she moaned loudly. Harry was larger than Ron, bringing to her body a strange sensation of pain and pleasure. “Harry...”

“Do you like, Hermione?” Harry asked, totally inside her, his penis moving inside her arse ass. “You are so tight...”

“Yess...”

“Do you like to have us inside you, Hermione?” Ron asked in a thick voice. “Doesn’t she feel good, Harry?”

“Oh yes...”

“Please...I need you two to move...”

Harry and Ron began to move inside her, first in a gentle movement and then they started to get a faster rhythm, pushing hard against her.

Hermione moaned and cried loudly, wondering if she was about to faint in pleasure. It felt so good to have her best friends inside her, practically consuming her. She had never thought she would feel this way, so complete.

Ron was the first the come, filling her with his white seed. She and Harry came almost at same, just a few seconds after Ron.

“AHHH!” Hermione cried aloud as the orgasm finally hit her body, causing her to practically shiver against their bodies.

“We didn’t hurt you, did we?” Harry asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

Hermione smiled at him, shaking her head. “No, you were amazing,” she said quietly, “I’ve never felt like that.”

“You were amazing too, sweet,” Ron spoke, kissing her gently on the cheek. “You are amazing, Hermione.”

“We are sorry for our behavior in these last months,” Harry apologized, “it’s just- the thought of you with another man...”

“We were jealous, Hermione.”

Hermione smiled at them. “You don’t need to be jealous. I guess I always knew there would never be another man for me- even before this. I think I was just blind. I belong only to you two, my boys.” She began to close her eyes, the sleep starting to come over her.

“My boys.”

***

Seven years later

“Both of them had to born with green eyes,” Ron half-complained.

“Ronald!”

“What? It’s true, Hermione.”

“Why, Weasley? Jealous that my soldiers swan faster than yours?”

“Ha Ha Ha. Very funny, Harry! Don’t forget I’m still bigger.”

“Harry, Ronald! Stop it! I don’t like this kind of conversation in front of the kids!”

“Mummy?” a three-year-old girl, with brown curly hair and bright green eyes called. By her side was a six-year-old boy, with dark messy hair, and emerald eyes.

“Yes, pumpkin?”

“Papa Ron doesn’t like my eyes?” she asked in a small voice, her lips trembling slightly, eyes tearing.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at Ron. “Of course not, Amy.” She took her daughter on her arms, placing a kiss her forehead.

“Papa Ron was just kidding, sweetie,” Ron said, taking Amy from Hermione’s arms. He and Harry didn’t want her to carry any extra weight. Hermione was four month pregnant with twins. “I think your and Jacob’s eyes are very pretty.” He kissed her gently on the cheeks.

“Your mummy, Papa Ron, and I love you two very much,” Harry said, kissing her cheek and then Jacob’s forehead.

The two kids nodded.

“Now! Now!” Hermione clasped her hands. “It’s time to go to bed!” Jacob was about to protest but Hermione cut him off. “No, no! It’s past nine already. On to bed now!”

*

Already in their bedroom, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were laying comfortable on their bed.

Hermione let go a sigh. “You need to watch what you say, Ron,” Hermione said, “You saw how Amy got upset.”

“I know, sorry.”

“Ron,” Harry cut in, “I may be Jacob and Amy’s biological father, but the three of us are their parents. Mummy Hermione, Papa Ron, and Papa Harry.”

Ron nodded. “I know- it’s just- I want so much to see a little redhead running around the house. Merlin, you know I love Jacob and Amy- it’s just...”

“We know, Ron,” Hermione whispered, “but, you know what? I think these two here-” She put a hand on her tummy. “-will have red hair.”

“And how do you know?”

“Well, when I was with Jacob and Amy I was so melancholic, not talking, a little moody. Remember?” Ron and Harry nodded at her. “I knew they were Harry’s.”

“I am not melancholic and moody!”

Hermione and Ron glared at Harry. “Right...” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“And now, love, how do you know the twins are mine?”

“Easy, Ronald, I’ve never ate so much!”

They all laughed.

“I love you, my boys,” she said caressing their faces, and then closed her eyes.

“We love you too, Hermione,” they replied, snuggling against her body, eyes closing.

“Night, Hermione.”

“Night, my boys.”


Nox