Title: Well, Who Hasn't Kissed Ginny Weasley? Rating: Just a little bit NC-17 Pairing: Neville/Harry/Dean Disclaimer: I own nothing, I make no profit, the Trio are safe in Scotland, with the lovely, blond lady. Summary: They have more in common than just being War Heroes. Warnings: Mention of female boobies. Author's notes: Written for merry_smutmas 2007, and betaed by the stunning M and the shiny A.
Strange to think how, just a few years ago, people would have thought I was a bit full of myself, or getting a bit big for my boots, if I'd even mentioned my cock and Harry's arse in the same sentence.
Or just that I was, you know, insane or perverted, or something.
But I'm not too big for my boots, or for Harry's arse, and he is moaning beneath me.
And I'm not full of myself.
I'm full of Dean Thomas.
Strange to think how, just a few hours ago, we were sitting in the Great Hall, in our finest, teasing Ron about his Dress Robes, little thinking that Lubrication Charms would be needed for anything other than a quick wank.
Who would have thought that a casual remark could lead to this moment?
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"Just face it, Ron," I said, grinning at his flustered face. "Ginny looks really pretty tonight, but you look ridiculous."
"That's what happens when he lets his womenfolk dress him," Dean pointed out. "It's pitiful."
"I'll tell you what's pitiful," Harry said, trying not to smirk. "The fact that he didn't ask Hermione to come as his date."
We all laughed at Ron's indignant reaction.
"Oi!" he said. "Ginny looks good, because she's the bride; I look like a tit because she put all of us in these horrible robes; and since when do I have to ask my own wife on a date?"
"Ah, everyone knows she only married you because she was sick of waiting for you to ask her out," I said and Harry choked on his vol-au-vent.
"I don't see the witches lining up to become Mrs Longbottom," Ron said smugly.
"I don't see Hermione changing her name to Weasley," Harry remarked.
"I don't see any of you bringing a date to the wedding," Ron snapped. "And I reckon I'm the only one getting any tonight, even if it's only from my wife."
Dean groaned.
"She's behind me, isn't she?" Ron whispered.
While Ron trailed apologetically after an annoyed Hermione, the three of us sniggered into our drinks.
"To be fair," Harry said. "He is the only one with a date."
"Why didn't you bring anyone?" Dean asked him, twirling his wine glass between long fingers.
Harry grimaced.
"It's a bit awkward," he said. "Who d'you bring to the wedding of your former true love? No one too pretty… no one too clever… I wouldn't have come, if it wasn't for Ron."
Dean grunted.
"Well, yeah," he said. "Who d'you bring to the wedding of your first love? No one too pretty… no one too young. I wouldn't have come, if she wasn't marrying my best mate."
I sniggered.
"'Course, I asked her out before any of you," I said.
"Fair point," Harry admitted.
"And Hermione, too," Dean said.
"Admit it," I said. "I am the Love God of Gryffindor."
"Absolutely not," Harry said. "You asked them both out when you were fourteen! Ignoring my hen-pecked best mate… well, Seamus has married the girl, so I think he wins."
Dean grunted and took another swallow of his drink.
"Yeah," he said slowly. "But he still can't fuck her without thinking you got there first."
Harry blinked at him.
"I imagine," Dean said weakly.
"He said that?" Harry asked.
"Maybe," Dean said. "A bit."
"There wasn't," Harry ran a fingertip round the rim of his glass. "A time I didn't cup her breast and think my hand was stupid and pale and yours would have looked so much better, against her skin."
Dean looked from Harry's averted face to mine and widened his eyes.
"Wow," I mouthed at him.
"When she dumped me," Dean said, "she said she hated the way I was all over her; that Neville was the only gentleman she'd dated."
Harry looked at me and whistled.
"I missed a lot of firsts with her," he said quietly. "And I regretted your first kiss, at the ball, the most."
"I know she went with me," I said, "but she watched you all evening. I was dead jealous when you got together."
"When she went out with me," Dean said, "she watched Harry all year. I was dead jealous, too."
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but I overroad him.
"I wasn't jealous of Harry," I said.
Harry blinked.
"Nor was I, actually," Dean said, turning to look at me and nodding slightly.
Harry laughed nervously.
"You don't mean that," he said, looking back and forth between us.
"If you can't admit you fancied your ex's new boyfriend at her wedding, then when can you?" Dean said lightly.
Harry snorted.
"You're pulling my…"
"I will if you want," I interrupted and Dean sniggered into his glass.
"There wasn't," Harry said slowly, "a time I didn't cup her breast and think my hand was stupid and pale and yours would have looked so much better, against my skin."
Dean smiled widely and Harry turned to look at me.
The sexual tension was so thick I could hardly breathe, and a pulse was beating in Harry's temple and Dean was staring into his glass.
"So," I croaked. "Seamus's wedding night."
"He'll," Harry sniggered. "He'll boldly cup those breasts…"
"…that we have all cupped before," Dean interrupted.
"Seems to me," I said, True Gryffindor and all that, "that the Gryffindor Boys could all be getting some, tonight."
"To honour Ginny Finnegan's lovely breasts," Dean said.
"Good thing we're all staying in our old dorm," Harry added.
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We left the Great Hall as maturely as possible, but raced up staircases, behind hangings and through secret door, giggling like idiots, remembering the good times we'd had in those corridors and forgetting the really, really bad.
"You caught me and Ginny snogging here," Dean said with a cheeky grin, as we ducked behind a tapestry.
"I wanted to rip you off her," Harry admitted. "First time I was jealous of the two of you."
"Prat," Dean said, grabbing a handful of Harry's robes and kissing him. "All better?"
"Much," Harry admitted, blinking owlishly up at him.
A tipsy Fat Lady had joined a friend in a painting downstairs to watch the fun, and left the portrait hole open. We climbed through, sprinted across the Common Room and up to the top of the tower. Luckily we were he only ones staying in our old room, since Ron, as a married man, qualified for the girls' dorms, so we would be undisturbed.
We all automatically headed for our old beds, and burst out laughing when we realised what we'd done.
"Aw," Harry pouted, patting the post of his trusty four-poster. "I never, ever had sex in this bed."
"I never even kissed in mine," I said.
We turned to Dean and he grinned like a lunatic.
"Seamus's wedding night," he said simply.
We all turned to look at Seamus's old bed.
"Seems only fair," Harry said.
"Even if we never tell him," I agreed.
As one, we crossed to Seamus's bed.
"The only cock he ever thought about in this bed was his own," Dean said, unbuttoning his trousers.
"I'm not sure three cocks'll be enough to overpower so many years of dreaming about girls' bits," Harry said, kicking off his shoes and letting his robes fall to the floor.
"So," I said, undoing the clasps of my dress robes. "How're we gonna do this?"
Harry whimpered.
Unlike the two of them, who were brought up by Muggles, I was traditionally naked beneath my robes.
"We are gonna take it in turns to live out a fantasy," Dean said, dropping trousers and boxers, sitting on the bed and spreading his knees.
Harry clumsily tripped out of his boxers and threw an arm round a bedpost. I rolled my eyes and helped him regain his balance and we found ourselves standing face to face, in front of Dean.
"Well," I prompted. "You first."
"Both of you," Dean said, looking back and forth between our cocks, which twitched with interest. "Such Gryffindors."
"Yeah," Harry said, taking a step closer to the bed. I copied him.
"Both of you," Dean whispered, licking his lips as he reached out to clasp our cocks and squeeze them with long fingers. "Both of you drew the sword out of the hat."
Our swords swelled in his clever hands and he tugged slightly and we stepped towards each other and our cocks touched and Dean's fingers wrapped around both shafts and we pressed together as he started stroking.
I made an embarrassing noise, but, seeing the gormless look on Harry's face, I realised there was no need to be embarrassed. I reached for him and his mouth sealed itself to mine and he held on tight and thrust into Dean's hand, sliding against my cock and making me gasp.
I pulled back to look him in the eye as I thrust against him and he set his jaw and surged forwards as I withdrew.
"Fuck, yes," Dean murmured, clasping both hands round our cocks as we took turns to drive into them.
Harry's hands clutched my arms painfully tightly as he swore and jerked against me and I braced myself against his onslaught as he moved even closer and Dean squeezed even tighter and Harry ground his cock into mine and then stilled.
My arms went round him and he shuddered as I lowered him to the bed.
"Let me," Dean said, shifting to wank me properly, but I touched his hand.
"Not where I want to come," I said quietly.
Dean nodded and wriggled back to lay full length on Seamus's bed.
"Who's next?" he asked.
Harry peeled his eyes open, to find himself face to face with Dean's erection.
"Me, please," he said politely, hauling himself up onto one elbow and running his hand from Dean's hipbone to his cock.
We all admired the contrast in skin tone.
"I used to love watching you and Ginny together," I said. "Your hands on her neck. In her hair."
"Such a shame Ron's straight," Harry muttered, wrapping his fingers round Dean's shaft and trailing them slowly upwards.
"Oh, I have always thought so," I agreed, leaning against the other side of the narrow bed and cupping Dean's balls.
Dean spread his legs and moaned and Harry and I grinned at each other and settled closer to him, on either side, our fingers tangling as we both caressed Dean's aching flesh.
I nodded at Harry to take the lead, this being his fantasy, and everything.
Everything being everything I wanted him to do when I was my turn, so I was more than willing to follow his lead.
He leant forwards and rubbed his cheek against Dean's cock, his eyes half closed and his mouth half open as he breathed him in. I couldn't resist and I ducked my head and kissed him.
He sighed into my mouth and I deepened the kiss and his taste and Dean's scent were intoxicating. His tongue slipped between my lips and I sucked on it as it passed, slipping into and out of my mouth and up Dean's shaft. Dean moaned and his hips jerked, rubbing his cock between our faces.
I lowered my head and Harry joined me between Dean's legs and we both lapped greedily, passing his balls gently back and forth with careful lips and tongues.
I felt Dean's hand in my hair, pushing me towards Harry. "Kiss," he moaned.
I tipped my face up for him and Harry dotted kisses on my parted lips and Dean's cock, moving further up his shaft on every pass until his lips were finally poised at the tip and they parted and took him deep inside.
It was obviously harder than it looked – a blow job, not Dean's cock – because Harry gagged dramatically and Dean whimpered. Harry tried again, wrapping his hand around the base of Dean's erection and opening his mouth to him, once more.
I watched him closely, admiring his hollowed cheeks as he sucked and slipping my hand between Dean's legs to gently squeeze his balls each time Harry bobbed his head. Dean's thighs were trembling when he pressed his hand to the back of Harry's head.
"Not," he gasped. "Not how I wanna come."
Harry let his cock go with a 'pop' and I slapped against his belly. I reluctantly let go of his balls and he sat up, breathing heavily.
Harry licked his lips and they both looked at me.
"Well?" Harry said.
I didn't know if licking a mate's balls together qualified me to ask it of him, but figured we had over a decade of other bonds and debts to draw on.
"Inside you," I whispered and his eyes widened.
Just when I decided I'd gone too far, and that they were just messing around with a bit of a wank, he nodded sharply and scrambled up onto hands and knees.
I nervously knelt behind him and Dean retreated to sit on the pillows and bent to whisper in his ear.
I was sure it would be obvious that I didn't know what I was doing, and I ran my hand over the curve of his arse and felt his muscles tighten under my fingers. I didn't want to hurt him, and the fingertip I ran between his cheeks barely brushed against his hole. Before I had the chance to back down, I heard Dean murmur a Lubrication Charm and suddenly Harry's entrance was slick and inviting and I slid a finger inside him.
I gasped at the tight, smooth heat and Harry moaned.
"Good boy," Dean whispered to him, stroking his hair. "Just relax, let him fuck you with his fingers, Harry. Let him stretch you. It'll feel good, I promise."
Soothed by Dean's words and my very gentle thrusting, Harry breathed out and pushed back against my hand and my finger slid deeper.
"That's it," Dean said. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Hmmm," Harry hummed, flexing around my finger.
"But you want more, don't you, Harry?"
Harry groaned and Dean nodded at me and I slid out and pressed back inside him with two fingers.
Dean and I watched my fingers as Harry knelt between us, his head bowed, and I had never felt so powerful or so protective.
"He's going to fuck you, now, Harry," Dean said. "He's going to kneel behind you and fuck you."
I whimpered as Harry spread his legs and I knelt between them.
My fingers slid free and Harry sighed and I parted his cheeks with shaking hands as I held my cock against his entrance and pressed forwards.
Harry moaned as his greedy body stretched around me and my breath hissed between my teeth as I inched forwards until my balls touched his.
"Beautiful," Dean breathed. "Oh, Harry, this suits you."
Harry laughed and his muscles tightened around me and I groaned.
"Harry," I whispered into his hair as I leant forwards and covered him with my body. "Please, can I…?"
"Can't do you any more favours at the moment, Nev," he groaned, pushing back at me as I withdrew and moved back into him. "Too busy being fucked up the arse."
"You arse," I chided gently. "Want to know if I can come inside you."
"I… um… just assumed you would," he said.
"Brilliant," I said, thrusting back inside his body.
"You're so polite, Nev," Dean said, squatting beside us and stroking his cock. "Your gran'd be so proud."
"Oh, fuck off," I said, closing my eyes and wrapping one arm round Harry's waist and focussing on his arse.
Focussing so hard that I barely noticed Dean's fingers sliding between my cheeks. So hard that I didn't realise he'd cast a whispered Lubrication Charm until his finger slid inside me as I pulled back out of Harry's body.
"Merlin," I gasped as I fucked myself on his fingers.
"Can I?" he murmured.
"Is that even possible?" I squeaked.
"Anything's possible," he assured me. "With enough lube."
I drove balls deep into Harry and Dean stilled me with a hand in the small of my back.
"Relax," he whispered, holding his cock at my entrance. "Now, slowly."
I moved backwards, Harry's arse squeezing me from root to tip as Dean's cock slid inside me.
I cried out as he filled me, the burning sensation stopping just this side of pain.
"Fantastic," Dean groaned, shifting his weight forwards and pushing me back into Harry.
I was trembling and panting and had no idea what to do.
"Can't… move," I gasped.
"Well, I can't!" Harry moaned.
Dean reached beneath me and held Harry's hips and started to move. On each stroke I felt like I was being thrown around like a rag doll and Harry was swearing each time he took our weight, but it was also the most debauched thing I had ever heard of, and I'd been on the edge anyway, and one deep stoke sent me toppling over.
Literally, as Harry collapsed beneath me.
Dean huffed and carried on thrusting, almost crushing Harry and me beneath him until he came with a shout.
We disentangled and I had given half a thought to making it back to my own bed when an elderly House Elf popped into the room and enlarged it for us, muttering about Master Harry needing his sleep, and tucking us in.
"I do not want to know," I said.
"Fuck off," Harry muttered.
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The next morning found us far less embarrassed than you'd think, and we made it down to breakfast in good time – a little sorer than usual, but in a good way.
Ron was already at the table, glumly eating a crumpet slathered in butter.
"Morning," Harry said cheerfully, sitting beside him and grinning across the table at Dean and me. "D'you grovel enough to Hermione, yet?"
Ron grunted.
"I wish I could say I was pleased that none of us got any, last night, but I can't help shuddering at the idea of Seamus with my baby sister," he said.
"Ah, well, she'll forgive you," I said.
"I put in a good hour's grovelling, and she finally let me sleep in the extra bed in her room," Ron said mournfully. "I stayed put and did my penance, but I was this close to joining you lot in our old room."