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Ron had kept Hermione up very late so she was surprised when he woke her early, kissing her as he began untucking her from the bed.

“Ron,” she muttered into his lips, “I want to sleep.”

“I know precious, but we have to go see Harry. Everything is okay,” he added quickly when her eyes flew open. “Everything is okay, but we have to go, have to see him.”

The furniture in the small room clattered as Ron pulled pajamas over Hermione’s body, slid her feet into slippers, and gathered her beaded bag that she never went anywhere without. She let him dress her with sleepy amusement. She stuck her wand through her bun to hold her curls up. Ron grabbed her hand and gently pulled her down the stairs.

On the landing Ron halted. His grip loosened on Hermione’s hand. He turned towards Ginny’s door. Luna was standing there, looking slightly absurd in too many layers for the summer heat. She stared back at Ron as though glued to the spot.

“Alpha,” Luna whispered.

Hermione wrinkled her brow in confusion. Alpha?

Ginny appeared in the doorway, also layered as though going out in the snow. She stood protectively in front of Luna, glaring daggers at Ron. Ron moved away from the doorway. His grip tightening on Hermione’s hand once more and he pulled her closer. He wrinkled his nose like Ginny smelled. Hermione’s confusion deepened; she couldn’t smell anything.

“DA!” Ginny called urgently down the stairs.

Ginny turned, grabbing Luna’s face with both her hands and kissed her. Hermione smiled. Good. Those two had been longing for each other for at least a year. The world needed more joy in it.

“Just a second, love. I’ll be right there,” Ginny said.

Ginny gently pushed Luna into her bedroom and closed the door behind her before turning back to Ron and Hermione. Mr. Weasley arrived on the landing just then, sniffing the air. Hermione’s mind began to sort the pieces into place.

“Da,” Ginny exhaled, looking relieved. “Ron needs to leave, maybe Grimmauld Place? Not here.”

Mr. Weasley nodded in agreement. After a moment Ron did too, pulling Hermione with him towards the stairs.

“Molly,” Mr. Weasley called down, “can you see to Ron’s teeth?”

“Hermione,” Ginny called, catching her hand.

Hermione felt Ron stiffen beside her, his grip on her hand tightened.

“Don’t go unless you’re sure about Ron,” Ginny paused, “and maybe Harry too…”

Hermione looked into Ginny’s eyes, sleepiness finally giving way to understanding. She nodded, smiling briefly at Ginny and giving her hand a squeeze before letting go and wrapping both her hands in Ron’s.

“Let’s go to Grimmauld Place.”

Ron smiled at her and drew her in for a kiss. It was a very good kiss. Hermione leaned in and forgot where they were until Mr. Weasley cleared his throat. She sprung away from Ron, blushing. They headed down the stairs together.

Mrs. Weasley met them in front of the fireplace. She also sniffed the air and smiled.

“Oh Ron!” she said. “Just as I expected. Now come here, we can’t have you biting Hermione before she’s done her research.”

She smiled warmly at Hermione who flushed again but smiled back. Mrs. Weasley muttered a spell. Ron traced his tongue over teeth that now appeared to have a thin flexible cap over them.

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione said seriously.

Mrs. Weasley smiled back fondly. Ron moved forward, his focus on getting to Harry. In a flash of fire and Floo powder, he and Hermione spun away.

*

Hermione and Ron tumbled into the fireplace at Grimmauld Place, startling Harry who was curled in an armchair, reading. Ron tugged Hermione with him determinedly, and came to stand in front of Harry. Ron gently settled Hermione across from him so he could see them both. His eyes searched between their faces, long nose breathing them in.

“What-” Harry breathed, looking between Ron and Hermione.

“Ron presented this morning,” Hermione said, eyes searching Ron’s. “He’s an Alpha.”

“Your Alpha,” Ron corrected, looking at Harry and then Hermione. “If you’ll have me.”

“But I’m not, we aren’t…” Hermione looked meaningfully at Harry whose mind whirred trying to catch up. “We aren’t Omegas.”

Ron nodded, eyes still moving between Harry and Hermione.

Hermione pressed on, “When you smelled Luna this morning you stopped.” She paused, “Don’t you want to try and find an Omega before you settle for a beta, even if it’s two betas?”

Harry curled his fingers into Hermione’s. His heart cracked at the suggestion of Ron with someone other than Hermione… or him? He hadn’t dared to hope, had pushed those feelings down to not get in the way of their friendships.

“No!” Ron exclaimed. “No! Never. You two…” he paused. “It is hard to say. Never been much for words. Now all these instincts, and…”

He stepped forward without seeming to realize it, closer to Harry and Hermione. He still didn’t touch them.

“Luna smelled good. She smelled like Omega. But…” he trailed off, inhaling deeply. “You two smell like,” he grinned sheepishly, “well, you smell like mine.”

“Both of us?” Harry interjected, his heart thundering. “Ron, the horcrux, I don’t… I don’t want to get in the way of you two.”

He loosened his grip on Hermione’s hand, meaning to step away.

“No!” Ron moved forward, grasping Harry’s cheek with one large hand and sliding his other into Hermione’s free one.

“Harry,” Ron looked into his eyes. “It wasn’t Hermione choosing you that I feared. Well yes, but not exactly.”

Ron’s hand slipped around the back of Harry’s neck. Harry’s breathing went fast and shallow. He felt almost dizzy with hope.

“It was the two of you not choosing me. Being together without me,” Ron’s voice cracked lightly on the last word.

“Ron,” Hermione said barely above a whisper, “what does your amortentia smell like? You would never tell me.”

Ron laughed wryly, looking abashed. He took a deep breath, and looked first at Harry.

“It smells like the air in the morning, when we fly early.”

Harry’s heart leapt in his chest. Ron then gazed at Hermione, sliding his hand up her arm to cup her cheek.

“And bloody old books.”

Hermione laughed, tipping her head into his hand. Ron gripped the back of Harry’s neck tighter, his other hand gently thumbing Hermione’s lower lip.

Ron continued, “It smells like the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room… And your sweat, the salt of both your sweat.”

Hermione let out a contented sigh as Harry shifted his feet to accommodate his growing bulge.

“I thought I could only have Hermione,” Ron said to Harry. “I didn’t know if you would… if you wanted… but if…”

His eyes filled with vulnerability, and hope, and an edge of lust.

“But this is a lot all at once,” Ron stepped away quickly.

When Ron’s hand left Harry’s neck, he ached with the loss.

“This rut is about to take over,” Ron was panting slightly now. “Please think about it, and lock me in one of the spare bedrooms until it is done with some of your clothes to smell if it isn’t too much to ask.” He hesitated and then added, “I left you both once, so I understand if-” his voice cracked again.

Hermione had locked eyes with Harry when Ron had released them, having a silent and swift conversation. Harry felt a smile begin to crawl over his face. At the mention of leaving them though, they both started and then rushed to Ron.

“Ron,” Harry said, clasping Ron’s cheek and tilting his head to meet his gaze. “We forgave you ages ago.”

Hermione scoffed slightly.

“Well, I forgave you ages ago, and Hermione did this summer,” Harry amended.

Hermione slipped a hand into Ron’s. “You know I want you. And-” she drew in a breath, “I want Harry, too. I want you and Harry to have each other. I want the three of us together.”

As Hermione slipped her other arm around Harry’s waist, his heart sang. He had wanted this for so long. He had never thought it possible. Yet here they were, the three of them.

Ron blinked back tears, looking between them in disbelief. He took in a shaky breath and his voice came out deeper than Harry had heard before.

“I will protect you, and care for you - you both - for as long as you will have me.”

Ron turned to Harry, worry crossing his face. “Harry, you’re sure? I don’t even know if you like blok-“

Harry cut Ron off by taking his face in his hands and kissing him deeply. Harry’s heart hummed, finally, finally. Ron seemed to melt and then stiffened, taking charge of the kiss, and pulling Hermione in so she was sandwiched between them.

Ron broke the kiss with a groan, leaving Harry gasping and desperate for more.

“We’ve got about two minutes before it is all hormones and sex, so let’s get me into the spare bedroom before…”

“Before you fuck us silly?” Hermione interjected. “Why would we want to stop that?”

Ron looked at her and then Harry who nodded vigorously in agreement.

“Your mum capped your teeth,” Hermione continued. “We can wait and talk about bonding after this rut, but for now… Well for now, I think four years of sexual tension is more than enough. Merlin, just the tent was more than enough! Why wait?”

Ron kissed her and pulled Harry tight against them before apparating them to Harry’s bedroom with a crack.

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Ron’s heart was soaring. Hermione and Harry, together with him. His mates. His. He was hot, his skin burning. He pulled his shirt off in a swift motion, noting with delight the lust in Harry’s eyes. His, all his for three days-

Three days. Alphas could go without food, water, anything in a rut if they needed to. But Harry and Hermione weren’t Alphas. Pressing the part of his brain chanting ‘mine, mine, mine,’ down for the moment, he turned to Harry.

“Call Kreacher. Have him bring food to last us three days. Fast.” Then, seeing Harry’s confused expression, he dropped his voice into Alpha tone, “Now, love.”

Harry’s breath caught and he adjusted himself in his joggers, much to Ron’s delight. He turned to do as Ron asked.

Ron moved his attention to Hermione, vaguely noting the sound of Kreacher apparating in the background.

“Hello love,” Hermione smiled back at him and he noticed for the first time that he could smell her arousal, “where were we?”

Hermione jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him deeply. He’d grown more over the summer - a clear clue in hindsight - and now stood a foot taller than Hermione. Feeling Hermione rub herself on his erection, he carried her across the room to Harry’s bed and settled her gently on the edge.

Ron bit her lip just how she liked and then pulled away. He reveled in her flushed cheeks and heaving chest.

“Stay,” he growled.

She nodded, squirming slightly.

Too long. Harry was taking too long. Ron strode across the room where as though from a distance he could hear Harry saying words like ‘Alpha and ‘rut’. Ron came to a stop in front of Harry, smiling at his slightly flushed cheeks and enjoying the smell of his arousal.

“-as quickly as possible. Please Kreacher,” Harry finished, meeting Ron’s eyes.

Ron moved quickly, hoisting Harry into his arms. Harry instinctively wrapped his legs around Ron with a gasp. As their lips met, Ron noted the sound of Kreacher disapparating. While Ron didn’t tower over Harry as he did with Hermione, Harry had always been slight and Ron was determined. He settled Harry on the bed next to Hermione, licking down his jaw experimentally. Harry groaned. Ron drew back, a large palm heavy on Hermione and Harry’s thighs.

“Did he get bigger?” Harry asked Hermione, unable to take his eyes from the expanse of Ron’s freckled chest.

“He did,” Hermione grinned. “We should have known this was coming.”

Ron beamed. His two lovers, enjoying the sight of him. He heard Kreacher return with a mountain of food, judging by the clatter of dishes.

“Thank you Kreacher,” Ron, Harry and Hermione said in unison.

Following Kreacher’s muttered goodbyes and crack of disapparation, the barely contained wards burst from Ron, soft silver light enclosing them in a sparkling dome, like the light of a full moon. Ron surged forward, kissing Harry hard, then Hermione. Mine, mine, mine. His heart rocketed in his chest.

“Kiss,” he breathed to them. “Please, if you-”

Hermione turned to Harry, pulling him in to a long-awaited kiss. Harry’s hands slipped around her waist, pulling her close as her hands wound up through his mussed hair. Ron felt himself grow harder, everything he never thought possible miraculously happening before his eyes. His skin burned. Alpha taking control, he stripped his trousers, pants, shoes, and socks off swiftly, unable to stand the fabric against his sensitive skin.

“You smell like me,” Ron whispered to Hermione, licking the thin skin of her neck as she kissed Harry.

He turned to Harry, inhaling deeply and frowning.

“You don’t,” he growled.

Harry broke the kiss with a gasp, the smell of his arousal thickening at Ron’s tone. Ron pushed him down on the bed, licking and sucking his way down Harry’s neck and tearing his shirt off.

Hermione tutted in understanding, “No wonder you’ve been worse than Crookshanks lately.”

Harry moaned as Ron worked his way through his pulse points, where the skin was thin and the veins neared the surface. Ron bathed Harry with his tongue, determined to get his scent deep into Harry’s skin.

After several minutes, Ron was satisfied for the time being with his scent on Harry. He kissed Harry again, marveling in the way their mouths moved together. Then he turned to Hermione who had slid a hand down the front of her pajama shorts, playing with herself as she watched them.

“Do you like what you see?” Ron grinned at her.

“Oh, very much,” she said softly.

Ron could smell her wetness and hear her fingers move around her clit. He turned back to Harry and kissed him again.

“Go undress her, she’s a lovely present to unwrap.”

 *

Hermione smiled at Harry’s eagerness as he stood in front of her. He slid a hand through the back of her curls, kissing her deeply. His hands made their way to the buttons on her pajama top, working their way down. She moaned, fighting the urge to push her breasts into his palms. Ron wanted him to unwrap her.

Harry broke the kiss and took a small step back. He bumped into Ron who was standing just behind him. Hermione saw him push his arse back into Ron’s erection and felt herself get wetter. Harry gently slid the shirt off her shoulders, leaving her bare. Harry drew breath in sharply and she smiled. It was nice to have her body appreciated. His fingers moved forward, softly, gently tracing the outline of her nipple, the curve of her breast. She sighed, leaning into his touch.

“Glorious, aren’t they?” Ron said, kissing and sucking at Harry’s neck.

“Glorious,” Harry echoed.

Ron moved quickly, pushing Hermione down on her back. She let out a moan of anticipation as Ron and Harry joined her on the bed. Ron moved her arms above her head, stretching her breasts to bounce softly.

“Keep them there,” he ordered, kissing her deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth. “Have a taste Harry,” Ron said, before diving down and latching his mouth around her nipple.

Hermione gasped at the sudden change. She loved having her nipples sucked, reveling in the tension it built within her. Harry was more tentative, his tongue gently tracing her other nipple before leaning in for gentle suck. It was glorious having both her tits sucked simultaneously. She thought with enough time she could cum from just this.

Ron had other ideas though, pulling her shorts and knickers off without letting go of her nipple. He bit it gently as her cunt was exposed to the air and she gasped at the thin edge of pain that made the pleasure all the sweeter. His big hand began playing with her pussy.

“Need to make you cum,” Ron muttered. “Need to take care of you.”

With Harry sucking at one nipple and Ron at the other, it only took a few minutes of practiced circles of Hermione’s clit before she came. She saw gentle lights behind her eyes as she did. Oh, they hadn’t even fucked her yet. She was done for. She couldn’t wait.

Ron kissed her long and slow before putting his fingers in her mouth for her to taste. Harry let out a gasp of arousal at the sight.

Ron practically pounced on him, moving him onto his back and rutting against him gently.

“Why do you have so many clothes on?” Ron spat out in annoyance, quickly ridding Harry of them.

Hermione took in the sight of Harry’s lean body. He was the opposite of Ron and still mouthwatering to her. She caught sight of his cock, hard against a thatch of black hair and shivered in anticipation. Ron moaned as he gazed at Harry spread out beneath him, kissing him again.

“Harry, please,” Ron panted. “I need to fill you. I can smell myself in Hermione, but I need-”

Harry cut off his pleads with a quick kiss.

“Yes. Please. Fuck me, Ron.”

Hermione could see Ron’s cock jump and she felt herself shiver with anticipation. Ron kissed them both. Then quickly arranged them so Hermione leaned back against the pillows with Harry on his hands and knees between her legs. Ron knelt behind Harry.

“No details,” Ron barked. “Just tell me if this is your first time with anything inside you.”

“No, it’s not,” Harry was panting as Ron’s fingers seemed to circle his hole gently. “There was-”

Hermione clapped a hand over his mouth to cut him off as Ron stiffened.

“Storytime another day, Harry,” Hermione said gently. “You don’t talk to an Alpha about someone else during his rut.”

Ron spanked Harry’s arse cheek. A crack broke the air.

“Mine,” he agreed.

Harry gasped with pleasure and Hermione grinned. Ron leaned down and began rimming Harry’s hole. Harry moaned, arching his back. Hermione’s hand creeped down between her legs again. She had never considered herself a voyeur but watching the two of them together made her feel lightheaded with lust.  

Ron whispered a familiar lubrication spell. Harry grunted, letting her know Ron had slid a finger inside him. Hermione circled her clit faster which caught Ron’s attention.

“Take care of her,” Ron ordered from behind Harry.

Both Hermione and Harry shivered with anticipation and the command in Ron’s voice. Harry experimentally slipped a finger inside her, and she bucked her hips against him, leaning back against the pillows. Harry withdrew, looking with dawning delight at the white coating his finger.

“Is this-”

“From last night,” Ron grinned wickedly from behind him.

“From very early this morning,” Hermione corrected, squirming in anticipation.

Suddenly a very naughty thought entered her mind, making her nipples harden.

“Taste it Harry,” she met his gaze. “Taste it.”

Harry slid his wet finger into his mouth, his eyes gently closing at the taste. Hermione felt her heart beat faster at the image of Harry eating Ron’s cum and her release off of his finger

“I’ve wanted you both for so long,” Hermione confessed at a whisper.

“You can have us both Hermione,” Harry said softly.

“We’ll both fill you,” Ron grunted.

Harry tipped his head back groaning as Ron slid another finger into him. Hermione whimpered at the promise of filling her.

“Finally, you’re both mine,” Ron pressed his fingers further into Harry.

He must have hit Harry’s prostate to make his eyes roll back in pleasure like that. Ron grabbed the back of Harry’s neck and pressed his head closer to Hermione’s pussy. Hermione sighed with pleasure as Harry’s tongue obediently jut out and began stroking her clit. She pressed her hips forward and Harry seemed to understand. He slid first one long finger, then another into her heat. Hermione moaned. Harry was hitting all the spots she liked. The knowledge that Ron was taking him from behind made the pressure build quickly in her.

“Bite her clit gently,” Ron leaned over Harry’s back to whisper in his ear. “She’s wild for it.”

Ron was right. She was wild for it. The hesitant scrape and following pinch of Harry’s teeth on her most sensitive parts threw her into orgasm. She came hard and felt the cum slide out of her. Harry sucked her through it.

“Keeping going,” Ron admonished Harry who had gasped when Ron slide in another finger. “See if she’ll give you another one.”

Hermione trembled with lust. She was teetering on too sensitive, but it was too good to tell them to stop. Ron laughed with joy and Harry moaned, sucking harder on her clit. He began pumping his fingers faster in and out of Hermione. She reached one hand behind Harry’s head, grasping his hair tightly. The other she reached up to play with her own breasts.

She was going to cum again, faster than she’d ever cum back-to-back before. The slap of Ron’s fingers inside Harry made her vision blur with lust. She blinked to clear it and made eye contact with Ron.

“Be a good girl and come again for us,” Ron grinned.

She loved being good for Ron. She came again, feeling the pleasure rush over her. Her toes curled on the bed and a flush crept up her chest.

Ron pulled Harry up, his fingers still lodged deeply inside him.

“Let me taste her,” he growled into Harry’s ear.

Hermione saw Harry’s pupils blown wide with pleasure. His shaking hand was covered with her wetness and the remnants of Ron’s cum. Ron sucked the fingers eagerly into his mouth. She felt herself get wet again. It really was a good thing Ron had thought to get them food. She knew she would cum more in the next three days than she had the entire time they were in that damn tent.

*

Harry struggled to believe the turn his morning had taken. Less than an hour ago he’d been reading some muggle novel he’d picked up at the grocery store. Now he could taste Hermione’s release on his lips. He knew it was real though. The pressure of Ron’s three fingers stretching him was better than he could have dreamed.

“Slide down, Hermione,” Ron said.

Hermione grinned at them and shimmied down the bed, spreading her legs wide around Harry and Ron’s knees. Harry looked between Ron and Hermione with delight.

“You’re going to fill our girl while I fill you,” Ron whispered into Harry’s ear.

Both Hermione and Harry sighed. Harry was the hardest he had ever been in his life. He wondered if Ron knew how much he craved this submission. It was bliss to turn his thoughts down and do as he was told to bring them all pleasure. Ron’s free hand reached down to slide inside Hermione.

“Mhm, she is nice and wet for you, Harry. Go on.”

Hermione pulled Harry’s head down to her. She kissed him and he felt her hips buck up to meet his. Harry settled closer to the bed. Ron’s fingers were still lodged deep in him. He broke the kiss to line himself up with Hermione. Trembling, he looked up at her.

“You sure?”

“Please Harry. Don’t make me wait longer,” Hermione whimpered.

Well, Harry couldn’t argue with that. He slid forward, smoothly sheathing himself inside Hermione. He wasn’t small, and felt Hermione’s walls gently stretch around him. She moaned under him.

“Oh, you feel so good inside me,” Hermione gasped.

Harry bent his head as he bottomed out in her, sucking a mark into the top of her breast. He went to move his hips back, but Ron’s hand stilled him.

“Stay all the way in her until I’m inside you,” Ron said.

Harry stilled immediately. Hermione protested, wriggling her hips to try and find some movement.

“Ron, please!”

“Be patient ‘Mione.”

Ron leaned over Harry’s shoulder to kiss her. His weight pressed Harry further into Hermione. Harry couldn’t believe the deep, perfect warmth of her.

“Bastard,” she gasped when Ron broke their kiss.

“You love it,” he grinned.

“I do.”

Ron’s fingers pulled out of Harry and he huffed at the loss. Hermione’s hands came up, stroking Harry’s hair out of his face. He was starting to sweat from the strain of not thrusting into her.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione said. “He’ll take good care of you.”

“Of both of us,” Harry agreed.

Ron grunted in consensus.

“Deep breaths Harry,” Hermione advised. “He’s big, huge really.”

“Yeah, I noticed you smuggled the Basilisk out in your pants, mate,” Harry threw over his shoulder.

Ron grinned and pulled him in for another kiss. Harry’s heart fluttered. He felt Ron’s tip circle his hole, spreading more lubricant around. He broke their kiss, and kissed Hermione beneath him. He felt her squeeze his cock just as Ron began to push inside him.

Hermione wasn’t lying. Ron was fucking huge. Much bigger than the muggle man – David maybe? – that Harry had gone home with after his split with Ginny. Ron’s fingers stroked gently around his rim and he relaxed. Ron’s head popped inside him. Ron moaned, forehead pressing against Harry’s back.

“So perfect, you both are so perfect,” he said into Harry’s sweating skin.

“You are perfect for us,” Hermione replied, touching Ron’s cheek gently.

Harry was too full to talk but he pressed himself back into Ron. Ron’s well lubricated cock slipped a few more inches inside. The movement finally let him move inside Hermione. All three of them groaned.

Harry pressed back further, determined to take all of Ron’s long inches. There was a twinge of pain. Yet, the feeling of rightness, as well as the slow drag through Hermione’s heat washed the pain away.

Finally, he felt the thud of his arse against Ron’s hips. He panted, pain evaporating in the perfect pleasure of being full.

“I think it was worth dying just to get to feel this,” Harry said when he could speak again.

Ron’s arms wrapped around his hips, holding him tight. Hermione smiled and pressed her hips up so Harry’s cock was once again buried inside her.

“We better make it worth his while, Ron,” she smirked.

With that Ron was off, pressing Harry alternately into Hermione’s tight pussy, and around his own impossible length. Harry couldn’t think. He could barely breathe. All he could do was feel. Sparks of arousal rocketed down to his core. He was in the throes of pleasure, as close as a person could be to the two people he loved most in the world. It was bliss like he’d never known.

Harry tried to stave off his orgasm. He kissed Hermione’s neck and chest, anywhere he could reach. He tried to focus on memorizing what made her clench around him or run her nails down his back. This was counterproductive. Her clenching only drove him closer to the edge.

“Going to cum,” Harry grunted.

Ron continued to thrust mercilessly into him.

“Good,” he ground out. “Want to make you feel good. Want to taste you,”

Well, that did it. Harry buried himself into Hermione’s cunt, feeling himself cum hard in her. Hermione came with him. He wondered if she could feel how much he was shooting into her. She pulled him in for a sweet kiss. Her fingers traced small circles on his back.

Ron however pressed his hands on either side of them and continued to pound into Harry.

“Such a good boy,” he grunted into Harry’s ear. “Taking me so well.”

Harry would have cum again if he had the refractory period Hermione did. As it was, he pressed himself deeper inside her with a moan.

“Mmm,” Hermione hummed in understanding. “I wondered if you would like to be good for Ron too.”

Hermione looked over his shoulder, searching for Ron’s eyes.

“Do you like that we are good for you?”

Harry felt Ron shudder against him.

“Do you like that we do as you say? Take that enormous cock so well for you?”

Ron came then, burying himself to the hilt in Harry’s arse. He felt Ron pulse his release. Harry was getting hard again. Hermione was right. He did like to be good for Ron.

Ron pulled off of him. Harry gasped at the loss. He suddenly felt so empty.

“Clench down,” Ron ordered. “Keep it all inside you.”

Harry did as he was told. He felt himself blush with pleasure at being handled this way. Ron gently moved him to lay down next to Hermione. Ron kneeled over them, kissing Harry first and then Hermione too.

“So good. So good for me,” he whispered. “You smell like me now,” he added, nipping Harry’s neck.

To Harry’s surprise, Ron settled between Hermione’s knees, spreading her cunt with his large freckled hands. Hermione arched her back with pleasure as Ron’s tongue penetrated her. Obscene slurping noises made their way to Harry’s ears and he felt himself dizzy with arousal.

“He did say he wanted to taste you, Harry,” Hermione said as she pulled him in for a kiss.

*

The days passed in a blur. Harry and Hermione slept and ate in turns, not wanting to leave Ron unattended for too long. When they both needed to sleep, Ron tucked them each under an arm, pulling them practically on top of his body so he could smell them while they rested.

The scholar in Hermione noted that Ron’s Alpha magic seemed to impact her and Harry too. They both were sleeping less and having more orgasms than betas could have on their own. She was wetter than she had ever been in her life, no matter how many times she came. She scratched both boys with her nails in ecstasy and saw a soft golden magic heal the scratch in minutes.

For the first time since she was eleven, the rest of the world faded from her mind. The ever pressing need to do, be, plan, was mercifully quiet. That wasn’t the Alpha magic though. She thought it was the rightness of finally being with the two people she loved most.

*

Ron’s thoughts had gone hazy as they neared the peak of his rut. He could feel it coming to an end and the desperate instinct to claim Harry and Hermione was roaring in his head. He wrung orgasms out of his two lovers, wanting them feel his love in every inch of their bodies. He could smell their blood pulsing where their shoulders met their necks. He wanted desperately to pierce that tender skin, to lick the wounds clean, to make Harry and Hermione his.

With that option closed to him, he settled with marking them with a pretty array of bruises. Hermione’s breasts looked as though they were covered in flowers. Harry’s neck was a work of art. He looked down at his sleeping partners, curled on either side of his broad chest. So beautiful. All his. He would need to wake them soon; he could feel his rut climbing again.

Suddenly, Ron was struck by an idea. He needed them both at once, to give his whole body to them.

“Harry,” he brushed Harry’s hair out of his eyes.

Harry’s green eyes blinked open lazily. He smiled up at Ron, lips red and swollen slightly. He pressed them gently into Ron’s. Hermione stirred at the movement, watching them kiss through her lashes.

“Again already, mate?” Harry teased.

Ron was very serious though.

“Need you in me,” he said sternly. “Need you inside me while I’m in Hermione. Need you both together.”

Harry blinked at him, pleasantly surprised.

“I truly thought you’d never ask,” he kissed Ron again.

Ron felt Hermione move beside him. Her small hands closed around Ron’s already hard cock and began to move, stroking him. Harry muttered a lubrication charm. His arm snaked beneath Hermione’s ministrations, finding Ron’s furrowed hole.

Ron groaned into Harry’s lips. He had never had anything in their before. He was scared, a little. But he needed this. Needed to feel them both cum in him and around him. Harry’s finger soothed him. He felt the stirrings of pleasure from it. Hermione kissed his neck, his collarbone, her hands never stilling.

Ron exhaled and felt Harry’s finger press inside him. He felt himself open to let that slim finger in. That felt good, felt great even. He could make it feel better though.

Ron moved quickly, lifting Hermione up to sit on his face. She shrieked a little as she moved through the air, before settling her cunt against him. He quickly collected the cum sliding out of her into his mouth. He no longer knew if it was his or Harry’s. That delighted him.

He felt Harry move between his legs, finger pressing deeper inside of him. Harry’s tongue tentatively licked the head of his cock. He experimentally moved the foreskin before gently popping the head into his mouth. Ron’s heart flipped in his chest. It was clear Harry had never done this before, and yet he was trying. All to make him feel good.

“You are so good for me Harry,” Ron’s voice was muffled by Hermione’s cunt. “You take such good care of me.”

Harry moaned with pleasure. He continued to lick and suck Ron’s head, while pumping his finger fully in and out of Ron. Ron sucked on Hermione’s clit. He could smell every change in her arousal and could play her body like a fiddle. He pulled her clit deeper into her mouth and she came again. His tongue lapped up her release.

On hearing Hermione’s squeals of pleasure, Harry began gently pressing another finger into his arse. Ron breathed deeply through his nose and forced himself to relax. The second finger slid in easier than the first had. Harry’s fingers wiggled as though they were searching for something. They must have found it because Ron rode a wave of pleasure from a sensation he hadn’t felt before. He came, hearing Harry gag a little as he worked to swallow his release.  There was no refractory period this deep into a rut and Ron remained hard in Harry’s mouth.

“More,” Ron moaned to Harry.

Ron stuck his tongue out, encouraging Hermione to grind her pussy against his tongue. His good girl did, hands braced on his chest as she chased another release. He loved her using his body for her pleasure. Harry did as he was told. Ron breathed into the third finger pressing inside him, reveling in the way his body opened up for his lover.

“How many has he taken?” Ron heard Hermione ask above him.

“Three,” Harry replied, “all the way to the knuckles.”

Hermione came again then, moving herself faster across his tongue before stilling and panting. Ron couldn’t wait another second, he had to have them both. Now. He lifted Hermione off his head. He moved her to his side. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and she sucked it eagerly, like her own cum was a gift. It was.

Ron pulled Harry off his cock with a slurp. Harry was delicious, looking thoroughly debauched. His hair was a bird’s nest, lips swollen, cock stiff and red, a dribble of cum had escaped his lips.

As Ron took in the sight and Hermione moved forward. She kissed Harry deeply, licking the runaway cum from his chin. Hermione turned and looked at Ron. ‘Mine. Mine. Mine.’ Ron’s mind chanted. He kissed Harry, pulling himself to his knees.

“Need you,” Ron muttered into Harry’s lips.

With a final kiss he turned away, rubbing his arse against Harry’s hard cock. Oh, that was nice too. He grabbed Hermione and settled her beneath him, bending her knees up towards her head. Her cunt was pink and gorgeous, shining in a mixture of her cum and his spit. He slid his fingers into her. She was soaked. He fed his tip inside her. Hermione moaned beneath him and he smelled her arousal move through the air around them.

“Fill me Ron,” she demanded. “I want all of you.”

What a good girl. With a smile, he pressed into her fully, marveling at the way she stretched to take his full length. She was panting now beneath him, bucking her hips gently into his pelvis to give her clit some friction.

Behind him, Harry must have covered his cock with lubricant because it was damp when it pressed into his hole. Ron shuddered, half with nerves and half with relief. Finally, he could have them both.

“Deep breath, Ron,” Hermione said from under him.

Ron did as he was told and felt Harry press gently against him. Ron’s mind went blank. Hermione clenched around his length. The pleasure let Ron open further and Harry slid wetly inside him. Harry stilled. Ron could feel him trembling gently, could smell him struggling to hold himself back.

“Fill me,” Ron said.

“It might hurt,” Harry kissed his shoulder. “Let me take you slowly.”

“No,” Ron couldn’t wait. “Need you.”

Harry bit his shoulder and pushed his hips forward firmly, sliding into Ron. Ron came immediately. Yes. Yes. Yes. Ron began moving again, rocking himself firmly into Hermione’s pussy and then onto Harry’s hard length. He was so full. Everything was wet and warm. He was where he was supposed to be.

Ron twisted, catching Harry’s lips in his. He could taste his cum on Harry’s tongue. He turned back to Hermione. Harry’s hands grasped his shoulders, pushing deeper into Ron as he thrust back against him. Full, so full.

Ron licked up Hermione’s neck. Nuzzled his nose into the smell of her hair. Pressed his lips against hers as she trembled. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit gently. Hermione came again beneath him. Good. Such a good girl.

The world narrowed to where he was joined with his lovers. The only things that existed were Hermione wrapped around him and Harry deep inside him. Ron came with a roar. He felt Hermione and Harry cum with him, their combined fluids sliding down his body. Good. He was all for them. All for their pleasure. The light of the wards around them brightened and then everything went dark.

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Hermione, Ron and Harry returned to the Borrow once they had cleaned themselves up. Ginny and Luna were sitting around the table, eating as though they hadn’t in days. Hermione noticed Ginny watching warily as Ron approached, but he seemed to no longer notice Luna’s scent. Ron sat next to Ginny who exhaled.

“You still smell like shit,” Ron muttered to her.

“Hey!” Ginny exclaimed, punching his arm. “I do not!”

“Not to me,” Luna said lightly next to her.

Ginny turned to meet Luna and they began to kiss far too much for the breakfast table. Hermione looked away, meeting Harry’s bemused grin and Ron’s eye roll. Mrs. Weasley entered with more plates of food for them.

“That’ll be precautions against inbreeding,” Mrs. Weasley stated, settling the food on the table.

When Harry looked confused, Hermione jumped in.

“Ginny and Ron smell terrible to each other in spite of being Alpha and Omega in order discourage inbreeding.”

When Harry still looked lost, she continued, “You learned about evolution in school, right Harry? It is like magical evolution to avoid the genetic complications of inbreeding by inserting a biological disincentive.”

Harry nodded while the Weasleys looked perplexed

“It’s good to have you three back,” Mrs. Weasley patted Hermione’s shoulder.

“So, is it?” George said as he joined them at the table.

George had been in bad shape all summer, avoiding the shop, not leaving his room for days, drinking too much, and eating too little. Today though his hair was wet from a shower and he tucked into his breakfast with vigor.

“Is it what?” Hermione asked.

“Is it… the three of you?” George wiggled his eyebrows. “Fred and I had a bet,” George’s smile only faltered a little. “I don’t think Ronnikins could possibly bag both of you, but Freddie disagreed.”

Hermione smiled. It was good George was talking about Fred again. She wouldn’t have expected anything less than some ridiculous bet on the outcome of their brother’s sex life.

“Oh mate,” Ron grinned broadly. “I guess you owe Fred some galleons in the great beyond.”

Harry was blushing furiously, while attempting to conceal a rather pleased grin. Ron looked as though he had won the lottery, beaming at them all. Her heart felt warm.

“Oh, my dears,” Mrs. Weasley was crying, but it seemed to be tears of joy.

She pulled Hermione, then Harry to their feet, embracing them warmly in turn.

“Oh! You’ve been my children for so many years, but it’ll be nice to properly be your Mum.”

Hermione beamed. Next to her, Harry immediately teared up, returning to Mrs. Weasley for another hug. Hermione stroked his back gently.

“Now Mum,” Ron got to his feet too, seemingly needing to touch Harry to ensure he was okay. “We haven’t discussed bonding, much less marriage. Don’t scare them off now.”

Eyes rolled across the room, and Hermione scoffed.

“While I appreciate your feminist approach to Alpha-hood Ron,” Hermione said, “you know as well as I that we’ve always been headed there, all of us,” she finished with a kiss to Harry’s cheek.

“Mum,” Ron asked. “Will you uncap my teeth? I’d quite like some breakfast without it.”

Mrs. Weasley waved her wand absently, “I wondered if you might present too, Harry dear.”

“Mrs. Weasley, my memory is that Alphas and Omegas are concentrated among purebloods with some half-bloods, and no documented muggleborns. Is that correct?” said Hermione.

“Right as always, my dear.”

“This is why I am interested in magical genetics,” Hermione continued in a rush. “It is honestly madness that no one has used modern muggle genetic mapping to see how these traits are passed between generations. Alphas and Omegas must be a recessive gene to need two magical parents.”

Hermione paused, seeing Ron’s curious but focused expression.

“Hermione,” he said seriously, “I want to understand what you are talking about. Genes? What do denims have to do with it?”

“I’m going to go to the shop today,” George interrupted him, kissing Mrs. Weasley’s cheek. “Come by and let me take you to lunch?” he asked her.

Mrs. Weasley threw her arms around George.

“Of course, George, oh I am pleased.”

George left and they settled back around the table. Ginny was kissing Luna in a way that indicated George’s improved mood must have resulted from something Luna said. Hermione didn’t really understand Luna, but she was insightful. Ginny was beginning to pull Luna into her lap when Mr. Weasley entered the kitchen and cleared his throat. Ginny pulled away to Hermione’s relief. She was not ready for so much snogging on display before she had tea.

Mr. Weasley took George’s seat, moving several books and scrolls from his arms to the table. Hermione looked over with interest.

“Oh! What is this?” she said, puling one of the scrolls towards her after Mr. Weasley nodded permission.

“This is what I’ve been able to compile so far on… non-traditional Alpha and Omega relationships.”

“Someone is going to have to explain this all to me,” Harry said. “I think I fell asleep when Professor Binns lectured on this.”

“Only Binns could make something with so much sex sound dull,” Ron laughed.

“I am sure that is why the other professors make him teach it,” Hermione quipped.

“Well, it is usually not an issue at Hogwarts,” Mr. Weasley said, nodding.

“Why?” Harry asked.

“You would know if you read Hogwarts: A History!” Hermione exclaimed.

Honestly! Her boys were smiling at her as though there was a joke. She’d been badgering them to read this book for seven years!

“If you’re both going to date her the least you could do is read her favorite book,” Ginny teased.

Harry looked abashed while Ron glared at Ginny. Hermione laughed a little at the sight before continuing.

“The magic of the castle prevents students from presenting while attending… maybe not prevents. But strongly discourages it.”

“Why did we present then?” Ginny asked. “Luna and I didn’t even finish sixth year.”

“I think that is why, dear,” Mrs. Weasley said, sitting next to Mr. Weasley. “Witches and wizards who don’t attend Hogwarts present shortly after their 17^th birthday. It’s the castle itself that discourages presentation. Both you and Luna were away from the castle for longer than just summer break.”

“Luna,” Harry asked, “are you an Alpha? I thought Hermione said…”

“It seems,” Mr. Weasley answered, “that our Ginny and Luna are two Omegas who are… somehow connected.”

“I didn’t know that was possible,” Hermione said.

She pulled another book towards her. The previous scroll had been ancient and discussed the legality of two Alphas marrying.

“From what I have found so far, they may be the first,” Mr. Weasley said.

Ginny replied sounding shocked, “Really?”

“I’ve been in the ministry archives the past three days and there are no official records of Omegas…” Mr. Weasley trailed off, embarrassed. “Ginny, I must ask,” he cleared his throat, “Were you and Luna able to… I mean was your heat unpleasant together?”

Oh, but this was awkward at breakfast. Hermione focused on the book. How interesting. Female Alphas.

Luna responded dreamily, “Oh no. It was heavenly. All of my needs and Omega instincts were more than satisfied.”

Mr. Weasley cleared his throat again as though to clear the awkwardness of the moment with it.

“Well, we will have to keep looking then. It is unusual for there to be magical firsts in this day and age.”

“Da,” Ron laughed. “You’re sitting at the table with ‘The Boy Who Lived Twice’.”

Hermione focused on the text.

In the last three hundred years, there has been one documented Female Alpha, Male Omega couple in Great Britain. In keeping with historical documentation of Female Alpha, Male Omega sexual practices, this couple reports a strong Dominant and submissive relationship. The couple states they enjoyed simultaneous heats and ruts several times a year, in spite of the passage of time. The couple reports their vigorous sex life is often creative to accommodate the time limitations of parenting. Their coupling has led to seven children, six boys – including twins – and one girl.

Hermione let out a startled cry as she put the pieces together, and quickly closed the book.

“What?!” Ron and Harry asked in unison.

Hermione stammered, looking to Mrs. Weasley for guidance.

“That book contains a passage about your father and I,” Mrs. Weasley responded, smiling unbothered.

“Indeed, it does!” Hermione felt herself flush. “You are the only female Alpha male Omega couple in 300 years?” she asked to move the conversation along.

“Oh yes,” Mr. Weasley squeezed Mrs. Weasley’s arm fondly. “We were already engaged when we presented after Hogwarts. Male Omegas are rare and usually bond with other men. Alpha females are even rarer, usually one a generation in Britain. The chances of a female Alpha and male Omega even having the opportunity to bond are exceedingly thin.”

“I always said your father and I were made for each other,” Mrs. Weasley said, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

Hermione turned away and tucked into her breakfast.

“This is the first time I’ve ever regret reading,” Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron.

Harry choked on his toast as he laughed. Ron fixed her with a serious stare.

“Hermione. I will do anything for you. Anything in the world. All I ask in return is you take what you read in there to your grave.”

Hermione snorted, “Of course, Ronald.” She turned to Harry, “Do you feel he’s gotten more dramatic since he presented?”

“Oh yes,” he responded, patting Ron’s cheek fondly. “I quite like it though. So many proclamations of devotion.”

Ron reddened and then stood from the table.

“Come along then, I have one more.”

Hermione and Harry glanced at each other. Harry shoved a final bite of toast into his mouth and they followed Ron into the garden. He waited for them under the shade of a large tree. When they reached him, he clasped their hands in his.

“Hermione,” he looked into her eyes, then, “Harry. I’ve wanted to say this for days, but I wanted to wait until the rut was over so you would know my head was clear.”

Hermione felt her heart clench at the earnest tone.

“I’ve felt this way for years, I guess. I am brave enough to say it now though.” Ron looked into Hermione’s eyes, “Hermione Jean Granger, I am in love with you.” His gaze moved to Harry, “Harry James Potter, I am in love with you.”

Hermione felt tears of joy prick in her eyes, as she simultaneously struggled not to laugh. Sweet Ron. Harry leaned in to kiss him.

“I love you too, Ron,” he said softly. He kissed Hermione then, “And I love you, Hermione.”

Oh, she was crying now and let out a laugh. She threw her arms around Harry and Ron’s necks, and hauled them to her.

“This is ridiculous,” she kissed them both deeply. “You know I love you both. I’ve loved you for years.”

“So, this is official then,” Ron looked between them. “The three of us together. No one else.”

“Sweet Circe, yes Ron!” Hermione exclaimed as Harry beamed.

Honestly, he was tremendous in bed, but could never see what was right in front of him.

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Harry couldn’t believe how quickly they had slid into place. It was as easy as breathing being in love with Hermione and Ron. They moved in with him at Grimmauld Place. While there were plenty of rooms, they slept together in Harry’s bed. Ron insisted on sleeping in the middle and Harry quickly couldn’t remember how he’d slept without Ron’s warm, comforting bulk and Hermione’s hand twined in his.

He'd hidden his nightmares from them while they’d stayed at the Burrow. The first night that he woke screaming, he was humiliated. Ron’s arms stroked and squeezed him, grounding him in their bed. Hermione knelt in front of him, easing him through deep breaths. In the end he was crying from the terror, the shame, and the tremendous care he’d never received before.

“I get them too,” Hermione said, pushing his hair off his sweaty forehead, “about Bellatrix, and seeing you dead.”

“Me too, love,” Ron added, pulling Harry tight against his chest. “Not often, but I get them of Hagrid carrying you out of the forest.”

“I thought it was just me,” Harry whispered.

Hermione leaned in for a kiss. “You are special Harry Potter, but not that special.”

He laughed and relaxed.

*

Ron stood with Hermione and Harry at the entrance to St. Mungo’s.

“Hermione, what if they are horrified? Muggles don’t have triads very often.” Harry was fretting beside him.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “We’ve been over this Harry. They know me and that I have a good head on my shoulders. If they can forgive me for wiping myself from their minds than they can accept this.”

Ron’s insides felt like knotted rope, but he knew showing his nerves would only put Hermione and Harry on edge.

“It’s going to be fine, loves,” he dropped a kiss on the top of Harry’s head and squeezed Hermione’s hand. “I for one am thrilled to reintroduce myself to my future in-laws.”

“Ha! Now who is getting ahead of themselves,” laughed Harry.

Hermione led the way to where her parents were recovering in a private ward. Being a war hero had to have some perks. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were seated at a small table under the window, drinking tea and working a crossword together. They swept Hermione into a hug, pressing kisses to her face. It was a good day.

“Mum! Dad! Do you remember Harry and Ron? You met them once when I was twelve and we went to Diagon Alley?”

Mr. and Mrs. Granger shook hands all around.

“I think I remember your father,” Mr. Granger said to Ron. “Did he get into a fist fight?”

Ron flushed slightly, of course this would be what Mr. Granger remembered from that meeting.

“That was him, sir. I swear that is the only time I saw him use his fists. He is usually a very gentle man.”

Mr. Granger nodded in understanding, “I believe he fought some man who insulted his family. I would have done the same.”

“I can’t say I remember all that,” Mrs. Granger winked at them both, “but I do remember receiving many letters from Hermione about the two of you.”

“Mum!” Hermione flushed slightly.

Ron was immediately interested, “Oh, all good I hope?”

“Oh, heavens no,” Mrs. Granger laughed, “not at first at least. But by the time she was fourteen, I remember knowing she was smitten.”

There was a slightly awkward pause.

“Who do you remember I was smitten with, Mum?” Hermione asked softly.

“Both of them, I believe,” laughed Mrs. Granger as Mr. Granger nodded in agreement.

“Well then,” Hermione said, “I believe I have some good news.”

*

Ron headed to the shop with George after St. Mungo’s. Hermione and Harry relayed the good news to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

“Oh, I am so relieved,” Hermione sighed. “They couldn’t have been happier for us. They took in the triad without blinking an eye.”

“Relieved!?” Harry felt his nerves all over again. “You said you were sure they would accept it!”

“Well, she really couldn’t have said much else Harry, else you would’ve been a nervous wreck,” Mr. Weasley smiled.

Harry frowned. Hermione was right as always but that only slightly lessened his annoyance

“We are so pleased for you Hermione,” Mrs. Weasley smiled. “It sounds like their memories are coming back nicely too.”

“Oh, yes,” Hermione replied. “Would you two be willing to come meet them again before we leave for Hogwarts?”

“We would be delighted, dear,” Mrs. Weasley replied as Mr. Weasley nodded.

“Mum!’ Ginny strode into the room. “You’ve got a letter from-” She paused as though astonished, “Pansy Parkinson!? Mum, why is Pansy fucking Parkinson writing you a letter?”

“Language, Ginny,” Mrs. Weasley snapped, taking the letter from her. “She and I have been writing for weeks.”

“Mum, she tried to give Harry to Voldemort!” Ginny exclaimed.

“She apologized,” Harry pipped up. “After her trial, so she didn’t have to, but she apologized. She was scared. She meant it when she said sorry.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. Harry laughed internally. Ginny had never understood his willingness to forgive. It didn’t do any good to hold on to anger towards someone who knew they’d been wrong.

“Why are you writing her Mum? She hates us blood traitors.”

“She doesn’t Ginevra,” Mrs. Weasley was losing her patience. “I’ll have you know she wrote to me for advice.”

“She asked you for advice?” Ginny repeated, dumbfounded.

“She’s a female Alpha,” Mrs. Weasley said, “of course she reached out.”

Ginny threw her hands up in the air and stalked out of the room.

“Parkinson is?” Hermione seemed slightly taken aback. “It is certainly going to be an interesting year back at Hogwarts.”

*

Ron alternated between feelings of rapturous joy and nerves as they hurled towards Hogwarts. He’d insisted Ginny and Luna stay in the compartment with them. Ron and the other Alphas had received stern letters from McGonagall. Any use of Alpha tone to attempt to coerce Ginny or Luna would result in months of detentions and loss of privileges. McGonagall had also given Ginny and Luna special permission to incapacitate Alphas who stepped out of line, an exemption to the “no wands in the halls rule” if there ever was one. Ginny could take care of them both, but still he worried.

Hermione and Harry, on the other hand, filled his heart with such a joy that he wondered if he’d ever properly been happy before. It was the newest most exciting treat, and the most familiar comfort at the same time. Ron felt as though he had stepped into his purpose in life. He would care for and protect his mates, and be deliriously happy doing it.

Neville practically bounced into their compartment, but pulled up short. When Ron turned to see what had stopped him, he was met with Ginny and Luna snogging. Gross. He would never get used to the sight of his baby sister kissing.

“Oh Luna! Ginny!” Neville seemed to be struggling to change course from whatever he had come in to say. “I’m interrupting, I’ll go.”

“You’re welcome to stay, Neville,” Luna said.

Ginny nodded in agreement as Hermione, Ron, and Harry greeted him warmly. It was good to see Neville. He had changed over the past year and was quite a handsome bloke these days.

They chatted, trading information about the unusual summer. Neville was also clearly an Alpha and could smell out the rest of them. Neville broached the subject of Luna and Ginny’s pairing with an expression that Ron couldn’t quite read. He would have to remember to ask Hermione later. Neville congratulated Ron, Hermione, and Harry on finally finding their way to each other. Ron puffed up with pride.

*

The welcome feast was different from all the others he’d been to before. Harry felt slightly numb as he sat firmly wedged between Ron and Hermione. The last time he’d been in this room he’d defeated fucking Voldemort. Yet, there was a familiarity to the Great Hall that made him warm. He felt a flickering of relief in his belly, realizing that for the first time in years he could sit here without the weight of destiny over his head.   

The Eighth Year’s table was filled with familiar faces. Nearly all of the DA had returned, though Lavender was notably absent, still recovering from Greyback. Almost all the surviving Slytherins had returned, their families eager to prove their children had nothing to hide in shame from. Malfoy was there as a condition of his probation Harry knew; he had argued for it himself at Malfoy’s trial over the summer. They nodded to each other as they entered.  

Somehow the feast was over too quickly, while dragging on and on. Harry hung back with Ron and Hermione. He was not eager to be ogled by the throngs of students streaming to their dorms.

“I hope our bed is sturdy,” Hermione mused quietly.

Harry whipped around and felt Ron do the same. Hermione smiled mischievously.

“Ron just got so big over the summer. I just hope he can fit,” she continued.

“Hermione!” Harry exclaimed, just as Ron muttered, “You little minx.”

Ron kissed Hermione, biting her bottom lip before sweeping Harry into his arms. Harry didn’t know if he would ever get used to being kissed by Ron. Ron kissed with his whole body, his whole heart. Harry found he didn’t mind being the center of attention when the attention was Ron’s.

“Let’s go,” Harry said, pulling Hermione and Ron along behind them. Hermione laughed.

As they turned a corner, Harry saw Ernie Macmillian speaking to Luna and Ginny. To his surprise, Ginny drew her wand. He was bewildered to see Ernie reach for Luna. None of that compared to his astonishment when a wave of silvery-blue magic burst from Luna and Ginny, slamming Ernie against the wall where he crumpled into a heap and didn’t move.

*

Hermione could barely take in the Eighth Year Common Room as her mind whirred with theories about the magic Ginny and Luna had produced. What a marvelous thing this protective magic was. She would go to them first thing in the morning to determine how to test it.

Most of the other Eighth Years had gone to bed, though a few stragglers around the fire waved as they passed. Harry pulled Hermione and Ron with him to their dorm room. As the mates of an Alpha, McGonagall had agreed there was no point attempting to make them stay in individual rooms.

Hermione flopped into the armchairs in their dorm, vaguely noting an enormous four poster bed in the corner of the room.

“Ron, who else presented among the Eighth Years?”

Ron was still tense from the incident with Macmillian but had shown none of his famous temper. After asking Ginny if she wanted him to spend the night outside her room, he had taken her “No!” for an answer.

Ron settled onto the couch, pulling Harry down with him.

“It’s almost all Alphas. Macmillian - the fucking git, - Neville, Michael Corner, Terry Boot, Parkinson, Zabini is bonded the other Omega – the older Greengrass sister, can’t remember her name, - Theo Nott, and bloody Malfoy.”

Hermione hummed to herself, “It must be some sort of defense mechanism Ginny and Luna created to protect their Omega pairing. We are going to need to test the limits of it with an Alpha so they know how far they can protect each other. Maybe that will help Mr. Weasley find more information on similar pairings.”

“Sounds like a plan to me Hermione,” Ron nodded. “I’ll do it. I won’t hurt them obviously.”

“No, you can’t, your tone won’t work on Ginny. I’ll ask the girls who they’d like tomorrow.” Hermione closed the subject. “Now I believe we were discussing the strength and fit of our bed before we were interrupted.”

Ron grinned at her and Harry bit his lip as his cheeks flushed.

“What is it, Harry?” Ron asked, noting his blush. “Something you want to ask for?”

Harry hesitated and then burst out, “I want to deepthroat your cock Ron, but I don’t know how.”

Ron was on him in a second, pulling him into his lap and kissing him while pulling his robes off. Hermione felt herself get wet. Ron’s cock and teaching? There was nothing like combining two passions. Hermione peeled her robes off as well and walked to the couch.

“Stand up Ron, let’s give Harry a lesson.”

*

Harry and Hermione knelt naked at Ron’s feet. Ron had cast a cushioning charm so the stone wasn’t biting. Ron’s dick was simply enormous. Harry was intimidated by just the idea of trying to swallow it, yet the idea also made him harden untouched.

“Hands at your sides, love,” Ron growled. “Let’s give him a bit of a show.”

Hermione did as she was told, eyes bright and nipples hard with arousal. Ron’s big hand came down, gently stroking Hermione’s cheek, playing with her bottom lip, before grasping her curls at the top of her head.

“Open up.”

Harry’s eyes were wide as Ron tightened his grip on Hermione’s hair, holding her firmly in place, her mouth open, tongue out. Keeping her still, he gently slid his tip into her mouth. To Harry’s surprise he did not begin to thrust, but instead continued to slide slowly into Hermione. Watching her mouth open wider to accommodate Ron’s thick dick was deeply erotic. Harry felt his cock twitch against his thighs.

Hermione gagged slightly as Ron’s cock hit the back of her throat, and Ron paused to let her adjust. Then Hermione swallowed, taking his cock into her throat. Harry moaned with desire and Hermione smiled as much as she could with Ron in her mouth. Ron began to thrust slowly.

“Touch her throat gently, Harry,” Ron ordered. “You can feel me sliding in.”

Harry felt himself flush with desire. Hermione swallowed Ron so beautifully. A tear slid down her cheek at the intensity. Harry placed his hand lightly on her throat as Ron paused with his cock in as far as Hermione could take. Then Ron moved back and Harry gasped. He could feel Ron’s dick inside Hermione’s throat. It was dirty and arousing and more intimate than he could’ve imagined.

“Teach me, please,” Harry whispered.

Ron pulled out of Hermione’s mouth and she drew in a deep breath. A string of saliva stretched from her lip to the tip of Ron’s cock.

“You did so good, love,” Ron leaned down to kiss Hermione who smiled at the praise. “Such a good girl for me.”

Hermione cleared her throat, less from her swottish nature and more from the Alpha dick. It was such a familiar and endearing noise that Harry swept her in for a kiss. He could do that now whenever he wanted to, and he found he wanted to often.

“Harry,” Hermione instructed once they broke apart, “take Ron in your hand.”

Harry did. Ron was much bigger than him. Hermione’s fingers didn’t quite close around Ron’s girth. His length was impressive. No one would be able to fit him down their throat without a few inches to spare. He did fill up Harry’s arse nicely. It was a stretch he thrilled in no matter how often Ron fucked him.

“Lick the tip gently, play with him a little.”

Hermione had never instructed Harry quite like this before, and he found he liked it immensely. Harry leaned in. He brushed his tongue lightly over Ron’s tip, before swirling gently down to push back his foreskin. Ron moaned a little above him when Harry’s tongue moved over the glands under his head, so Harry spent extra time there, languishing his tongue in long strokes.

“Now take the tip into your mouth,” Hermione said into his ear, “and suck.”

Harry did just that. Ron groaned at the feeling and Harry felt himself shiver with arousal at being instructed like this.

“Slowly start moving up and down. When you feel yourself start to gag back off, then do it again.”

Harry did. He gagged much more easily than Hermione he found, but he supposed she had more practice. He played with the speed and intensity of his sucking. Ron moaned in appreciation when Harry swirled his tongue as he sucked. Hermione moved her head in too, licking and sucking gently on the shaft that Harry couldn’t fit in his mouth.

“Look up, both of you” Ron ordered from above them.

Harry did, his eyes meeting Ron’s. Ron groaned. Hermione twined her fingers in Harry’s hair.

“I’m going to hold you still while Ron pushes deep. He won’t go too deep, just enough to give you practice.”

Harry was immensely hard. He nodded and stuck his tongue out.

“Relax,” Ron muttered, beginning the slow slide into Harry’s mouth.

Hermione’s hands held him firmly, nails scratching pleasantly on his scalp. Ron’s cock was a delicious weight on his tongue and he reveled in the feeling of just taking him in. Ron bumped the back of his throat.

“Breathe,” Hermione whispered in his ear, kissing the soft skin beneath it.

Harry breathed softly through his nose. Ron continued his slow press and moved into his throat.

“Good boy, Harry,” Ron said above him.

Harry hummed at the praise though the sound was muffled by Ron’s cock. Ron appreciated it though and began to thrust in small motions, never leaving Harry’s throat.

“Oh Harry, you are being so good for our Alpha,” Hermione said with a smile. “Ron, show him how much you appreciate him.”

Harry would never tire of Hermione’s filthy mouth. Ron clearly felt the same and in a few more strokes came down Harry’s throat. Harry swallowed with vigor.

Ron helped them both to their feet before sweeping Harry in for a kiss that made his toes curl.

“You are a fast learner,” he said. He turned to Hermione, kissing her too, “And you are an excellent teacher.”

*

The following day, Luna and Ginny selected Neville who agreed to test Hermione’s theory with them. He insisted Ron supervise in case he lost control. Hermione thought this was probably unnecessary but sweet anyway.

Following several rounds of experiments and one concussion, Hermione’s theory proved true. When Ginny and Luna were together, they could knock out any Alpha that threatened them, even when they were wandless or otherwise incapacitated. The silvery-blue light that Hermione had taken to calling ‘Omega magic’ would throw the Alpha across the room. Once, at Hermione’s prompting, Neville had tried the Alpha tone again after being thrown by the light. That had resulted in the concussion. She felt bad, but the results were fascinating.

The only caveat seemed to be distance. When Ginny and Luna were touching the connection was tremendous. The power dissipated the further they got from each other. More than 50 feet apart, Luna and Ginny were as vulnerable as any unclaimed Omega.

Presenting their findings to McGonagall, Luna and Ginny’s classes were changed so they would never to be more than 50 feet apart. The problem remained though. If they indeed were the first Omega pairing in history, how would they ever determine how to claim each other. Hermione didn’t have to keep Harry and Ron alive and away from Voldemort this year, so she was a teeny bit excited to have a new research project.

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Harry, Ginny, and Luna were windswept from the pitch as they entered the room he shared with Hermione and Ron. Harry and Ginny’s friendship had an ease now that was previously stunted by all the pining. Though Harry couldn’t play this year, he and Ginny would fly after practice, running Seeker drills. He taught her several tricky little dives. She was terribly good, could probably go pro if she wanted to.

Hermione was stretched across the bed reading an enormous book. Harry stopped in the middle of a sentence and hurried across the room to kiss her. Several months in, this need to cover her in kisses had only grown stronger. After a minute, Ginny flopped on the bed too, pulling Luna in with her.

“Ron is going to be pissed you got your sibling-Omega smell where he sleeps,” Harry said with a smile.

“Serves him right!” Ginny exclaimed. “He punched Macmillan in the face and robbed me of my chance to hex him properly.”

Ron was currently in detention. Macmillan had been trying to apologize to Ginny and Luna, and fighting was still not allowed in the halls.

“You find anything relevant in that book Hermione?” Luna asked, curling against Ginny’s side.

“Oh, just more sex spells,” Hermione said, “nothing about Omega pairings. Some of the spells are ghastly too, just coercion for Omegas bonded against their will.”

Everyone shuttered at that. Though they’d come across many exciting spells and arousing discussions of Alpha-Omega sex, some of the shit was truly horrific. Hermione was seething with the lack of legal protections for Omegas.

“Let’s talk about something more pleasant though,” Hermione turned to Luna and Ginny, Harry’s arm draped around her waist. “How is the sex?”

Harry made a scandalized tut.

“Harry, you can leave if you don’t want to participate in girl talk,” Hermione said with a bit of challenge in her voice.

“No! I’ve always wondered about girl talk.” He paused, “Is it weird for you Hermione, or Luna, for me to be here knowing that Ginny and I have slept together? I can leave if you would be more comfortable.”

Hermione laughed, “Please Harry, I was the first person that Ginny told when you two did the first time. If it was going to be weird for me it would have been long before this moment.”

“Oh no, I love that Ginny is experienced,” Luna added. “And we are friends Harry, friends talk about sex.”

“If you were wondering,” Ginny said, tone slightly cross,“it is also not weird for me, Harry. We are much better friends than we were at sex.”

Harry smiled.

“However, I would prefer you keep the details about sex with my brother to a minimum, or Obliviate me after.”

“Oh, you can tell me though,” Luna said with interest. “He isn’t my brother.”

Ginny grunted in disgust.

“The sex is the best I’ve ever fucking had,” Ginny said, answering Hermione’s question. “I can’t believe the way Luna reads my body. It’s insane. The other day I came just from Luna playing with my nipples.”

Harry was happy Ginny was so happy. Hermione and Ginny compared notes on nipple play – Harry took frantic mental notes - before Luna chimed in.

“The sex is incredible. It is better than I imagined sex could be.”

Ginny turned to her in surprise. “I hadn’t realized I was your first!”

“Oh yes,” Luna smiled. “When we were in the bath, that was my first kiss.”

When Ginny looked worried, Luna continued, kissing her gently. “It was perfect. It was all perfect firsts.”

“Oh Morgana,” Ginny said, “I can’t believe I fisted you the second time you ever had sex.”

Luna hummed with contentment as she pulled Ginny closer to her. Harry exchanged a glance with Hermione. Fisting was impressive, scary, but impressive. Ginny and Luna seemed lost in a kiss. Harry felt vaguely embarrassed to be watching his ex-girlfriend/future sister-in-law and was relieved when Hermione cast the cooling charm she used when Ron tried to distract her.

Unlike Ron who’d complained it was an instant boner killer, Ginny seemed to grow more intent on groping Luna. Hermione looked confused and cast a warming spell. Ginny and Luna seemed to remember where they were.

“Interesting!” Hermione said. “The cooling spell works on Ron, but it seemed to make you two more eager to give us a demonstration.”

Ginny scoffed and Luna smiled, settling down against the pillows again.

“When we went into our heat, it was actually tremendously cold,” Luna said. “I am colder than I used to be, except when I touch Ginny.”

“Fascinating,” Hermione mused and seemed to be about to ask something else before Harry interrupted.

“You can ask more questions later, Hermione. We are currently having girl talk. For the record, Ginny you were my first time too,” Harry said.

“What!?” she seemed properly surprised now. “I thought Cho…”

“Oh no, Cho and I just did hand stuff. Look at you Ginny, collecting virginities,” he teased.

“Virginity is an oppressive social construct,” Hermione said firmly as Ginny and Luna laughed.

“Who was your sexual debut?” Luna asked Hermione.

Harry looked on intently, realizing he didn’t know.

“Victor Krum,” she said, slightly smug.

“Fuck!” Harry let his back hit the bed, “Krum is proper fit Hermione. I am impressed.”

Krum was sexy. Harry remembered the sensation of fear and arousal he’d experienced alone in the forest with Krum. He had another thought and sat up quickly.

“How do I compare?” he asked.

Hermione snorted, “Please, I am not going to indulge your ego.”

“Okay I am just going to move my hands apart and you tell me how big.”

Harry started with his hands touching and began moving them away from each other. As he reached eight, ten, twelve inches he felt impressed and then terrified. When Hermione said nothing as he reached two feet, he became annoyed.

“Hermione! Tell me!”

Ginny whispered something to Luna, making her laugh.

“Hey!” Harry said indignantly, “I thought I was included in girl talk now. No whispering!”

Ginny threw a pillow at him. He bashed her rather hard with it in retaliation. She was sitting up with a dangerous gleam in her eye, when Ron entered.

“No! Absolutely not!” Ron bellowed. “McGonagall made beat dust out of rugs without magic to ‘get my aggression out.’ I am sore and I am not having my stinky sister in my bed.”

Luna and Ginny left laughing. All in all, he’d enjoyed his first attempt at girl talk.

*

Ron was more nervous than he’d been since the war ended. He knew what he wanted and was terrified to ask for it. He returned to their bedroom after showering the dust off and airing his baby sister’s stench out. Hermione was doing some “light” reading, leaning on the arm of the couch. Harry mirrored her with their feet tangled in the middle, reading one of those “lawyer” books by some Grisham bloke that Ron found incomprehensible. Now was a good as time as there would be. 

“I want to talk about bonding,” Ron burst out.

Two heads snapped to look at him as he settled in the armchair. Hermione looked quietly pleased while Harry looked nervous - and maybe a little eager?

“It’s about time you brought it up,” Hermione said. “I was wondering where that Gryffindor courage had gone.”

“Swot,” Ron retorted, smiling.

“Prat,” Hermione said affectionately.

“You’re both ridiculous,” Harry said, rolling his eyes.

“I would like to bond with both of you, obviously,” Ron continued, “if you’ll have me.”

“I’ve been reading about Alpha-beta bonds,” Hermione interjected, speaking to Harry. “They aren’t as strong as Alpha-Omega bonds, but still last about ten years.”

“I know, Hermione,” Harry interrupted her, “I read the book you gave me.”

“Merlin!” Ron exclaimed. “I just told the two of you I want to bond you and you said nothing about if you would like to.”

He was feeling quite put out. A bloke was bearing his heart here. Hermione and Harry both smiled at his expression though.

“Ron, of course I want to bond with you,” Hermione said. At the same time Harry said, “Yes, Ron, I thought that was clear.”

Ron relaxed, that was a relief.

“Are we thinking we will bond during your next rut?” Hermione asked. “I know it is unusual for an Alpha to go more than one rut without bonding once they select their mate, or mates in this case.”

“That is alright with me.” Harry agreed. “Based on the book I am looking forward to it. Knotting is supposed to be quite the experience.”

Ron shook his head. “No, I don’t want to bond my next rut.”

Hermione and Harry exchanged confused looks.

“Do you not want both of us?” Harry said, looking slightly nervous. “I thought you just said-”

“He said he wanted us both, Harry. Don’t be ridiculous,” Hermione firmly shut down that train of thought. “What is it then, Ron?”

Ron had thought about how to explain this for a month, but still he struggled, speaking slowly.

“We went through so much last year. We were kids. We still are so young.”

Hermione nodded encouragingly when he paused. Harry looked thoughtful, if tense.

“We had to make so many impossible decisions that we shouldn’t have had to. I mean it when I say I want to be with you two for as long as I breathe. That means we have all the time in the world to bond.”

Ron took in a deep breath and looked at Harry. Harry’s eyes looked into his.

“Harry, you’ve never had much of a choice. There was a prophecy deciding your destiny before you were born. You had a horcrux in you for nearly all your life. Dumbledore made a plan for you that you had no say in.”

Ron chose his words carefully. “Harry, I want you to live with no fate, no predetermined path. I hope you still want me after that, but it is more important to me that you live freely than that I get to keep you.”

Harry’s eyes had filled with tears while Ron spoke. At his last sentence, Harry shot across to Ron’s armchair. He sat in Ron’s lap, buried his face into Ron’s chest and cried. Ron clutched Harry to him, stroking his back. Tears fell gently down Hermione’s cheeks and she smiled when Ron looked at her.

After some time, Harry straightened. Ron wiped his tears with a hand before Harry pulled him in for kiss.

“Thank you,” Harry said. “I am sure about you. I would bond with you right now. But it means the world to me that you thought about us, about me, this way. I forget that I have time, and that not everything needs to be written in stone. Thank you for reminding me.”

Hermione sat on the arm of Ron’s chair. She kissed Ron first and then Harry.

“You take such good care of us, Ron,” she said softly. “I am so grateful to be loved by you both.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Ron said shaking his head, “the Alpha part of my brain is absolutely howling, but it is the right thing for the three of us.”

Harry kissed his cheek sweetly, contrasted immediately by his next words.

“How about we go take care of you then, Alpha?”

Oh, Ron liked very much when they called him Alpha. Trading soft kisses, they made their way to the bed.

“How do you want us?” Harry said, pinned between Ron’s arms.

“Slow,” he grunted, “and gentle.”

“Aw Ron,” Hermione kissed his cheek, “you quite like us, don’t you?”

He shook his head laughing. Here he was trying to be romantic and Hermione couldn’t resist the tease. Godric, he loved her.

“Can I watch you take Harry?” Hermione asked, kissing Harry’s neck.

“Oh, a little voyeur,” Harry pulled her in for a kiss. “I would like that.”

“Say please,” Ron kissed her too.

“Absolutely not,” Hermione said, biting his lower lip.

“I will get you to beg yet Hermione Granger,” he kissed her deeply.

“I am sure you will, but not today.”

Hermione waved her hand and all their clothes vanished and reappeared on the floor behind them.

“Everyone thinks Hermione is so patient,” Harry pressed his hardening dick into Ron’s stomach, “but she doesn’t know the meaning of slow.”

Ron grunted in agreement, though he wasn’t upset to have his lovers naked in his bed. He took in Harry stretched out under him. Harry was beginning to fill out after the months of deprivation in the tent. His ribs still stuck out slightly and Ron decided that Harry must take seconds at more meals in the future. His eyes traveled down to Harry’s half-hard cock and strong thighs. He took these in his hands, loving the feel of Harry tensing beneath him.

“I can show you slow ‘Mione,” Ron said.

He pulled Harry’s thighs up, and Harry held himself in place. He had a lovely arsehole, dark skin revealing a pretty pink when he opened Harry up. He knelt on the floor, pulling Harry to the edge of the bed. He kissed Harry’s arse gently, working his way towards the hole. He muttered a cleaning spell under his breath and Harry sighed at the sensation. Hermione crawled over, snogging Harry thoroughly before settling in to watch.

Ron trailed his tongue gently over Harry’s hole. He felt his cock harden when Harry sighed again. He took his time, wanting Harry to feel how much he cared with every touch. He sucked gently on the delicate skin, feeling Harry’s cheeks tense slightly in his hands. Slowly, he pushed the pointed tip of his tongue against Harry’s hole.

“What’s he doing?” Hermione asked Harry.

“He-” Harry gasped before continuing. “He’s putting his tongue in me.”

Hermione drew in a breath. Ron pushed his tongue in further as Harry relaxed around him, relishing the sensation. He began thrusting his tongue in and out of Harry who moaned.

“Now he’s fucking me with his tongue,” Harry breathed.

Ron could smell Hermione get wet and hear the noise of her playing with her pussy. He lifted his head sharply.

“No playing with yourself Hermione,” Ron said firmly. “You asked to watch me take Harry.”

Hermione practically rolled her eyes. Well, that wouldn’t do. He gave Harry’s arsehole a lick before standing up.

“Wait right there,” he said to Harry.

From the floor, Ron retrieved his tie before coming back to the bed. Hermione was watching him, hand still between her thighs. Her breathing was coming faster now. He gently lifted her hands. He leaned in, kissing her and moved her hands behind her back. He tied them together. The witch could get out if she needed to, but –

“You like to be a good girl for me, right Hermione?” Ron asked.

He kissed Hermione softly. She nodded.

“Be a good girl, and sit there and watch me take Harry with your hands behind your back. No touching yourself.”

Hermione nodded again and pressed her thighs together. She was squirming with arousal now. Good.

Ron returned to Harry who was right where he’d left him, knees to chest.

“Now where was I.”

Ron grabbed lube from the nightstand and drizzled some on Harry’s arsehole and his own fingers. He began petting Harry’s hole gently, fingers skating over the rim, still closed. He leaned over, kissing Harry deeply. Harry’s mouth opened immediately, tongue dancing along Ron’s.

Ron broke the kiss and looked over at Hermione. She was squirming in place. A flush crept up her chest. She was looking at them with a heated expression. Her hands remained behind her back.

“Good girl, Hermione,” Ron said, she shuddered. “Now watch me open Harry up.”

Harry moaned first at his words and then at the press of his finger against his hole. Ron waited, just applying pressure to the opening. Harry relaxed and sucked the tip of his finger in.

“Very good, Harry,” Ron praised.

Harry sighed. Ron began pressing, filling Harry with his finger before pulling out slowly. He repeated the motion, slow and unrelenting. Harry was beginning to squirm, working hard to remain still.

“Do you think he is ready for another?” Ron asked Hermione.

“Yes,” she said softly, eyes fixed on his finger buried inside Harry.

Harry shivered with pleasure as they discussed him without his input. Ron smiled and pulled his finger so just the tip remained. He added a second finger, pressing it gently alongside the first as Harry quickly opened to allow him in. He began repeating his steady push and pull, slightly faster this time.

Harry’s cock was rock hard and pre-cum glistened at the tip. Ron began tracing Harry’s balls with his other hand, playing with them gently. Harry’s hips bucked into the touch and Ron grinned.

“So eager for me,” Ron said, “I thought you were going to let me take you slowly.”

“Yes,” Harry said, “I’ll be good. Just feels so good…”

He trailed off as Ron loosely wrapped his fist around Harry’s cock. He turned to Hermione again.

“Do you think he is ready for a third finger?” he asked.

“Yes,” Hermione replied, she looked at him mischievously. “How come Harry gets to be touched?”

“You’re right,” Ron let go of Harry’s cock, “fair is fair.”

“Hey!”

Harry’s protests were cut off by the tip Ron’s third finger sliding inside him. Ron went slowly, angling his fingers to find his prostate. Harry moaned appreciatively. Ron began to fuck Harry steadily, appreciating the way Harry relaxed around him. He leaned down and traced his tongue around the stretched rim. Both Harry and Hermione made noises of arousal at that.

Ron’s cock was so hard it hurt. He pulled his fingers gently out of Harry, kissing him vigorously. He grabbed the lube again, tipping some into Harry’s slightly gaping hole, and covering his dick. He kneeled over Harry on the bed, hooking his legs over his shoulders. He leaned down to kiss Harry’s neck as he settled the tip of his cock at Harry’s entrance.

“I love you,” Harry whispered in his ear.

Ron looked into Harry’s eyes. He was so open, so trusting beneath him. He pushed his tip inside Harry, loving the way Harry’s pupils dilated with arousal.

“I love you too.”

He pressed himself into Harry slowly but steadily. Harry’s mouth fell open as he was stretched. He tilted his hips so Ron’s cock would brush against his prostate. Ron kissed Harry, letting Harry press his tongue into his mouth. He bottomed out, hips firmly pressed against Harry’s arse.

Hermione let out a moan. Both Ron and Harry turned to look at her.

“It’s very hot to watch you open him up like that,” she said, the flush reaching her cheeks.

“Mhm,” Ron said in agreement. “Now watch him cum for me without touching his cock.”

Harry gasped as Ron pulled out and thrust into him firmly. Harry’s hands slid over his neck, his chest, his back as he moved. It was slow, and gentle, but it was unrelenting and Harry was quite worked up.

Ron hitched Harry’s legs up slightly and Harry gasped as his prostate was continuously pressed. Harry wrapped his arms around Ron’s neck, pulling him down for a breathless kiss. Harry clenched and Ron fought off his own orgasm as Harry came around him. Harry’s cock covered both their stomachs with cum, untouched as Ron had promised.

Ron stopped moving, fully inside Harry as Harry took deep breaths, coming down from his orgasm. He kissed Harry, pouring his love into him. He pulled out slowly. Harry sighed and smiled.

Hermione was a shivering mess next to them. She was flushed with arousal, nipples erect, lower lip swollen from biting it to prevent herself from moaning. She looked at Ron hungrily.

“Did you like watching?” Ron said, standing in front of her, not quite touching her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Tell Harry what you thought.”

She turned to Harry. “Watching him fill you like that made me very wet.”

Harry settled against the pillows, cock limp against his cum covered stomach.

“Glad you liked it, love.”

“How you want it?” Ron asked Hermione.

“Hard and fast,” she said quickly, practically panting now.

“Say please,” Ron said.

“Please,” Hermione said back, her tone contrasted the words.

“Come on Hermione, you can do better than that,” Harry quipped with a grin.

Hermione took a breath as though to steady herself. Ron could smell how wet she was, how badly she wanted him.

“Ron, please fuck me hard and fast. I want your cock inside me, please.”

“That is a good girl,” Ron growled at her. “All you had to do was ask nicely.”

Ron picked Hermione up and flipped her so she was on her knees. He pushed her roughly down, hands still behind her back so her chest supported the weight of her torso. He spread her cheeks and looked appreciatively at her cunt.

“You’ve made quite the mess for us, Hermione.”

He leaned in and ran his tongue up her folds, tasting her. She gave a throaty moan. Ron’s dick was still covered in lube from Harry and Hermione was soaked, so he lined himself up behind her and thrust all the way in with one stroke.

Hermione shrieked, hips bucking as her body fought to adjust to Ron’s cock inside her. He paused, enjoying the feel of her walls fluttering around him. He gripped her bound wrists in one hand and brought the other down on her ass, enjoying the smack.

“Is this what you wanted?” Ron asked as he began pounding into her.

Hermione groaned in response.

“Use your words, ‘Mione,” Harry said.

“Yes!” Hermione practically screamed. “Jesus, it feels so good!”

Ron smiled. Hermione only talked about that Christ bloke when she was properly distracted. He grabbed her hips with both hands and adjusted them slightly, pounding deeper in her with every hard thrust. Hermione did scream then. Her walls tightened around him. He thrust through her orgasm.

“I love when you clench around me,” he said. “One more and then I’ll cum in you.”

Hermione’s breathing was ragged and she moaned at his words.

“Come and take care of her clit, Harry,” Ron instructed, never slowing his pace.

He hooked an arm through the loop of Hermione’s arms, gripping her shoulder from behind. He pulled her up so she was kneeling. Hermione purred at the change in angle as Ron pounded into her. He nipped at her shoulder.

Harry laid himself in front of them immediately sucked Hermione’s clit into his mouth. Hermione came loudly, shattering around his cock as Harry sucked her. Ron let his arousal run unchecked. Looking down, Harry made eye contact and licked Hermione’s wetness from his lips. Ron spilled deep inside Hermione, before stilling with his cock buried inside her.

The room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Ron pulled out of Hermione gently and lowered her to the bed. He released her wrists from the tie before flipping her over. Hermione was sweaty and smiling.

“That was incredible,” she said, leaning up to kiss Ron.

“You still don’t know the meaning of slow,” Harry said.

Ron flopped onto the bed, deliberately between Harry and Hermione so they could curl around him. He loved feeling them on either side. He felt safe and a bone deep sense of belonging.

“I know the meaning of slow,” Hermione retorted. “Doesn’t mean I want to be fucked slowly though.”

Ron laughed. He would never tire of this.

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ONE

Hermione woke the morning of her birthday slowly. She was warmer than usual and so very turned on. She’d been having a lovely, sexy dream she couldn’t quite remember.

As her awareness settled on her body, she realized that someone was lapping gently at her clit. She opened sleepy eyes to see it was in fact two someone’s. Harry and Ron lay between her open legs, taking it in turns to tease and suck her clit. Her orgasm was approaching lazily, as if her body was waking up too.

“Good morning, Hermione,” Harry said, seeing her eyes open to take them in.

“Happy Birthday, darling,” Ron smiled.

Harry licked at her clit causing her to draw in a sharp breath. Ron’s eyes remained locked on hers as he slid his long fingers under Harry’s chin to gently push inside her cunt. She groaned at the stretch as two slid inside her.

Harry began sucking her clit in earnest as Ron thrust his fingers in her at a steady rhythm. The sight of them between her spread legs, focused on her pleasure made her pant slightly. Her orgasm broke slowly over her and she arched her back away from the bed. What a gorgeous way to wake up.

TWO

“She’s such a good girl cumming for us like that, isn’t she Harry?” Ron said.

“She is,” Harry agreed, biting gently at her inner thigh. “Tastes good too.”

She looked down at her boys, who grinned up at her.

“Let me have a taste then,” Ron bit his lip in anticipation.

Harry slid his fingers in to replace Ron’s as Ron bent to latch onto her clit. Harry curled his fingers up and pressed inside her. She felt herself grow wetter and a flush creep from her chest to her cheeks. Ron sucked hard, teeth grazing her clit. She came again, almost embarrassingly quickly. This orgasm crashed over her, drawing a shriek from her lips.

THREE

“Come here and kiss me,” Hermione said, once she’d finished cumming.

Harry and Ron obeyed, crawling over her body, dropping kisses along the way. Harry lingered over their kiss as Ron began playing with her breasts. He pulled her nipples firmly between his fingers and she gasped with pleasure.

“Do you want me?” Harry whispered in her ear, breaking their kiss.

“Please,” she moaned.

Harry slid into her. She was already soaked from her previous orgasms. He stretched her more than their fingers had and she moaned at the sensation. He rested briefly in her warmth, dropping more kisses along the expanse of her neck. Then he began to stroke into her body slowly, as though relishing each inch.

Ron settled in next to her, playing with her nipples, her hair, kissing her face and neck. As Harry picked up speed, pressing deep in her at the bottom of each stroke, she felt her breath hitch in her chest. Ron paused and turned to watch Harry, seeming to appreciate the view.

“He really is gorgeous when he fucks you like that,” Ron said softly.

Harry beamed at him and leaned in for a kiss. Hermione whimpered. Seeing her boys kiss was dead sexy. She tightened her cunt around Harry’s cock and he broke his kiss with Ron, groaning.

“Oh Hermione, I am not going to last,” Harry breathed.

“Don’t hold back,” she said, leaning up to kiss his neck, “I want to feel you cum in me.”

“Merlin-” Harry bent over her, increasing his speed.

Hermione felt something inside her coil. It was thrilling to watch Harry lose himself in her body like this. He buried himself inside her and came. She clenched around him and shuddered with desire watching the bliss that crossed his face.

Harry kissed her and slid out. She felt suddenly empty and longed to be filled again. She looked at Ron hopefully.

Ron laughed, “There are clearly benefits to having two wizards.”

She kissed him, too worked up to talk much. Harry sat leaning against the headboard and moved her so her head was against his torso. Ron settled between her legs.

“Say ‘please,’” Ron said teasingly, gently slapping his cock against her thigh.

“I thought it was my birthday,” Hermione quipped back, arching her back.

“Even birthday girls have to say please,” Ron said, smirking at her.

“Please, Ron, please fuck me with your big fat Alpha co-”

Her last sarcastic words were cut off in a gasp as Ron sheathed himself inside her.

“We are going to have to work on your begging, love,” Ron said as he set a brisk pace, thrusting into her.

Hermione couldn’t have retorted if she wanted to. She was hurtling towards another orgasm. Ron’s enormous cock stretched her. The sound of Harry’s cum inside her drove her wild. Harry’s hand moved to rest on her clit where it began tracking smooth circles.

“I think we’ve made her speechless,” Harry said to Ron as she whimpered.

“To think this was the answer all these years,” Ron teased as he grinned down at her.

Hermione tried to swat at his chest but Harry caught her hand, pinning it down to the bed.

“You going to cum on my dick, darling?” Ron asked her.

Hermione nodded helplessly. It felt so good, stretched around him. Harry’s hand sped up on her clit and Ron pounded harder into her. She shattered, crying out Ron’s name as she came. Ron’s hips stopped inside her, adding to Harry’s cum with his own.

FOUR

“You’re nineteen today, Hermione,” Ron said as they lay together, catching their breath. “Harry and I think we should give you nineteen orgasms today to celebrate.”

“Nineteen!?” Hermione exclaimed. “I don’t know-”

“Hermione Granger backing down from a challenge?” Harry interrupted.

Hermione sucked her teeth. Well, when he put it that way.

“Nineteen it is then,” she smiling, stretching her arms above her head. “Happy Birthday to me.”

*

Hermione was relaxed as she settled into Arithmancy. Three orgasms before 9:00am would do that to a woman. Theo sat next to her. He’d made a beeline for her when classes started three weeks ago. When she’d raised a questioning eyebrow, he’d smiled his charming grin.

“Oh, I’ve wanted to be your friend for years Granger,” he’d said. “Just had to wait for your side to defeat He Who Must Be Noseless and put my dear ol’ dad in Azkaban before I could.”

She’d laughed and they had indeed become friends. Theo was a kind and funny, and she’d finally met someone who could keep up with her in Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. 

“Why Granger, I don’t believe I’ve seen you this relaxed in all these years,” Theo remarked.

Hermione hummed contentedly, smiling.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Theo said at a whisper as Professor Vector swept into the room. After a pause he said, “Not even telling me off for talking once class has started?”

Hermione laughed and whispered back, “It’s my birthday, Ron and Harry took good care of me is all.”

“Your birthday!” Theo brightened and spoke at full volume.

This time she did shush him as Professor Vector turned to glare.

“I love birthdays. Let’s throw you a party in the common room tonight. I’ll talk to Potter, Weasel and Red,” he continued, impervious to her admonishment.

“That does actually sound fun,” Hermione said. “I never really got to enjoy a party what with being a prefect, and all the saving-the-wizarding-world pressure. We can play some games, I love games.”

“Granger, the way you say you like games makes me nervous,” Theo laughed quietly. “Consider it done.”

*

After class, Hermione was surprised to find Harry waiting outside the classroom. He kissed her quickly and grabbed her hand to pull her away before Theo stopped him.

“Potter! Granger here says it is her birthday,” Theo called.

Harry looked taken aback, but then nodded, “It is.”

“Let’s throw a party tonight in the common room to celebrate,” Theo said ignoring Harry’s surprise. “Interhouse unity, and all that. Plus, I don’t know if Granger told you, but I am her friend now.”

“He is?” Harry asked Hermione.

“He is,” she laughed. “You’ll like him, he’s quick.”

“Alright, party tonight,” Harry agreed, nodding at Theo. “I’ll bring food if you bring booze.”

“But,” Hermione interjected, “Theo, you have to ask Ron at lunch today.”

Harry and Theo looked at her, confused.

“What?” she said defensively. “It’s fun when he’s a little possessive. It is my birthday after all.”

Laughing, Theo left and Harry resumed pulling her down the hallway.

“Harry, where are we going? I have Transfiguration next. You’re in the class!”

Harry pressed her into an alcove she hadn’t noticed before.

“Come on Hermione, you’re brilliant. How did you think we going to get you to nineteen if we don’t get you off between classes?”

He pulled her in for a kiss and she gasped. Oh, this was very naughty indeed and felt so, so good. Harry’s hand clasped around the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place while he made his way down her jaw and then her throat. His other hand wandered down to her thigh, tracing gently up to her knickers.

“Wet already, ‘Mione?” he asked softly, sucking her earlobe into his mouth.

“Yes,” she moaned softly.

His fingers slipped beneath the silky fabric and found the spot she liked best, just above her clit. He began to rub big circles firmly into the soft skin. She groaned.

“I’m not going to cast a silencing charm,” Harry said, biting where her shoulder met her neck. “You are going to have to be quiet.”

Well, now Hermione was positively panting with desire. Harry worked her expertly, sucking her skin, squeezing her breasts, never stopping the maddening circles over her clit. It was so erotic to be doing this in the hallway Hermione found herself hurtling towards an orgasm.

Harry’s fingers started moving faster and Hermione moaned louder than she meant to. Immediately Harry clapped a hand over Hermione’s mouth and pressed her firmly against the wall.

“If you can’t be quiet, I can make you quiet,” Harry said softly, in contrast to his rough touch.

That was all it took and Hermione came quickly all over his fingers. She was still panting as he removed his hand from her mouth, aftershocks rolling through her. Harry dipped the fingers that had been circling her clit into her cunt, making her gasp. Harry removed his fingers just as quickly and slid them into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Delicious,” Harry said, grinning at her. “Come along, we’re going to be late for class.”

FIVE

Hermione stumbled into Transfiguration on shaky legs, accompanied by a smug Harry. Class passed unbelievably slowly. Harry took every excuse to brush against her. His impossibly gentle touches sent her pulse skyrocketing, longing for him to handle her more firmly. She rubbed her thighs together and Harry beamed. His hand curled around her thigh under their desk, tracing gentle circles. She’d never paid so little attention in class.

Harry held her hand as they made their way to lunch. She had half a mind to stomp her foot and insist on heading back to their dorm, but they did need to find Ron. When they entered the Great Hall, she saw Theo walk up to Ron. She smiled; she’d forgotten her little gift to herself.

“-for Hermione in the common room tonight,” she heard Theo say to Ron as she and Harry drew up to them.

Ron looked both furious and confused.

“Of course, Nott,” Harry cut in, “that is what Hermione wants.”

Ron turned to them. “Hermione, you’re friends with Nott?”

She smiled and leaned in for a kiss, “Yes Ron. Theo is my friend.”

“Alright,” Ron said reluctantly, “if that is what you want.” He rounded on Theo, “If you so much as sniff her way though, I will tear you apart. She is mine.”

Theo nodded and laughed a little. Ron looked perplexed and wrapped Hermione tightly under his arm.

“Harry, grab some sandwiches. We have to give Hermione another present.”

With that Ron pulled her from the Great Hall with Harry close behind. Once they were to the empty third floor corridor, Ron pressed Hermione against a wall. His kiss was mostly teeth and tongue, leaving her gasping.

“You’re mine,” Ron growled in her ear. “Mine and Harry’s. If you want to be friends with Nott that is your business but if he touches you-”

Hermione cut him off with another kiss, biting his lip.

“How about you fuck me and he can smell you all over me in Ancient Runes?”

Ron gave an approving growl and hoisted her over his shoulder, carrying her the rest of the way to their dormitory.

Harry was laughing slightly as she made eye contact with him.

“It worked!” Hermione laughed too.

Ron spanked her and she let out a squeak of surprise and pleasure.

“You like it when I am possessive?” Ron said. “All you had to do was ask.”

Ron tossed her onto their enormous four-poster. He was on her in a moment, pinning her hands above her head with one of his large ones.

“Now we don’t have a lot of time, so we will have to make this quicker than I’d like,” Ron growled in her ear.

Hermione whimpered underneath him. She did like it when he was possessive like this, grabbing her body like it belonged to him. She would hex him unconscious if he treated her like this in front of the school, but when they were alone…

“You already know that you’re mine, same as Harry is mine.” Ron put two fingers of his other hand into her mouth, “Everyone knows you’re both mine.”

She sucked eagerly on his fingers, enjoying the weight of his hand on her throat. He released her wrists and flipped her skirt up, pushing her knickers to the side, and plunging two fingers into her. Hermione moaned at the pressure. He fingered her mouth and cunt messily. She could hear her wet pussy squelching around Ron’s fingers, and felt the excess of saliva trickle out of the corner of her mouth.

“Get your arse ready, Harry,” Ron grunted. “Once she comes, I am going to fuck you into her until she comes again.”

Harry had been leaning casually against the bedpost, enjoying the spectacle of Hermione coming apart under Ron. Hermione spiraled higher with desire at Ron’s words and Harry’s subsequent reaction. He licked his lips quickly as though his mouth suddenly was very dry and winked at her.

“Look on me, Hermione,” Ron barked. “I want to see it in your eyes when you cum.”

She moaned and then let out a muffled squeak as Ron slid a third finger in her cunt. It was a stretch she relished. He smiled at her and picked up his pace, fucking into her pussy faster. He left his fingers in her mouth, resting just on the edge of her gag reflex. She was drooling in earnest now.

“Such a messy thing,” Ron cooed at her, “but so good for me.”

That did it. Hermione came again, feeling her cunt clench around Ron’s fingers. It was like fire in her veins what he did to her.

SIX

Ron pulled his fingers out swiftly and kissed her slightly slack mouth.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” she smiled up at him.

“Come on Harry. We can’t leave our girl empty too long, can we?” Ron said at full volume as he straightened up from her.

Harry was naked between her thighs in an instant, kissing her as he pushed her legs up and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her skin tingled with every touch.

“I love you,” she said between kisses.

He slid into her without warning, making her gasp.

“I love you too, Hermione,” Harry said, holding still within her.

“Good boy, Harry,” Ron stood behind him and Harry shivered with desire.

Ron slid into Harry and Harry moaned, bending over Hermione. He forced her legs further back, deepening his angle inside her. It was bliss. Ron started to move, working his cock deeper inside Harry. The bottom of his strokes pushed Harry further inside Hermione. The angle in her, the pressure on her clit, she was on her way to another orgasm.

Ron must have bottomed out inside him because Harry was panting and began thrusting into her. She could feel Ron’s weight behind every deep stroke. She clenched down, spiraling higher as Harry pounded into her.

“I’m not going to last,” Harry grunted, pushing himself between Hermione’s warmth and Ron’s length.

“We aren’t cumming until she does,” Ron was panting too.

Harry kissed her, biting her lips, and swirling his tongue in her mouth.

“Anything for you ‘Mione.”

He balanced himself on one hand, and gently clasped her throat with the other. Her mouth opened as her arousal pounded through her body.

“Harder, please,” she gasped.

Harry tightened his grip on her throat and she shattered immediately, cumming around his still pounding cock. Ron and Harry followed shortly after, collapsing next to her on the bed. Ron smoothed her skirt down and kissed her gently before licking her neck and wrists thoroughly.

“Just so Nott doesn’t forget.”

SEVEN

Hermione was late to Ancient Runes, cramming the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth as she sat next to a laughing Theo.

“Did you get what you wanted, Granger?” he chortled.

“You’ve no idea,” she smirked.

*

Harry was there again when she left class. She practically skipped over to him. This was turning into a very enjoyable birthday indeed.

The secret passages weren’t quite as secret as they’d been before the DA used them but no one disturbed them when Harry pressed her into an entrance beneath a tapestry. To her surprise, Harry pulled her vibrator from his bag.

“You are going to hold this to your clit while I play with your tits until you cum,” he said, pulling her in for a kiss before going to work on the buttons of her shirt.

Hermione did as she was told, starting on the lowest setting as Harry pulled her breasts out of the top of her bra. Harry kneaded her breasts roughly between his hands, just as she liked, his slightly calloused fingers giving her a lovely whisper of friction.

“We don’t want you to be late to class,” Harry said, turning the speed up on her vibrator.

She felt her orgasm hurtling towards her as Harry began sucking her nipples. When he bit down on one, she came with a cry. She would have fallen if Harry hadn’t pressed her firmly against the wall with another kiss.

EIGHT

They were beginning to brew Polyjuice with Slughorn. Any other day Hermione would be irritated to be so horny in Potions. Given she had brewed this potion at thirteen, however, she couldn’t bring herself to be concerned.

Ron was her partner today and she was truly deliriously distracted. She let him chop their ingredients, even though he never got them quite even, just to watch his muscles flex through his school shirt. She must’ve been dreaming of her next orgasm more than she thought because Ron did something wrong and suddenly their potion turned black and they needed to start over.

Slughorn sent them to the storeroom for more ingredients and to Hermione’s surprise Ron went with her. It wouldn’t take more than one of them to gather what they needed. Ron was on her the second the door closed behind them, kissing her.

“Harry cast a notice-me-not on the door,” Ron said before she could voice her worry, “but we have to be fast.”

He spun her around placing her hands on the sturdy shelf built onto the back of the storeroom. He flipped her skirt up and yanked her knickers down. He pulled his hard cock out of his trousers. She was soaked.

“Hold on, ‘Mione,” he whispered.

With one smooth motion, Ron picked her up by her hips so her cunt was at level with his cock, and then pushed into her. He was enormous every time he fucked her and she loved the way her body submitted to him. Her feet scrabbled in the air as he slid deeper into her. He changed the angle and found the spongy place inside her with the tip of cock. He pounded into her once, twice, three times, and she came, biting the sleeve of her shirt to keep from crying out with pleasure.

NINE

“What a good girl,” Ron whispered into her ear, not slowing his brutal pace, “coming so quickly around my cock like that.”

She whimpered, hands digging into the shelf to keep herself upright. It was a delicious pleasure, stretched around Ron, unable to do anything but simply feel. Ron changed his hold on her, wrapping one arm around her belly, leaving the other free to squeeze her breasts. He began fucking deeper into her, his tip brushing against her cervix, right on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“I love that you are only like this for Harry and me,” Ron panted into her ear. “To everyone else you are perfect Hermione Granger. No one else knows you’re perfect like this too. Taking my cock so well right in the middle of class.”

Hermione came again, drunk on the delicious pleasure of Ron splitting her open and his filthy words in her ears.

TEN

Ron didn’t slow in his pounding.

“One more, then you can go sit at your desk and pretend you aren’t filled with my cum.”

Ron’s hand dropped to her clit, moving in steady circles A stream of profanity spilled from her mouth. She clenched around Ron, feeling somehow fuller. It was obscene how turned on she was, getting fucked in the storeroom.

“Such a good girl, tightening her cunt like that for me,” Ron whispered, “such a deliciously filthy girl.”

Ron pinched her clit between her fingers and she came again with a cry, heart pounding. Ron came with her, pumping inside her. He gently set her feet on the floor, covering her neck and face with kisses before sliding her knickers back up.

“Such a good girl.”

ELEVEN

Harry and Ron sent her to nap alone after Potions, before dinner. She needed the nap, but was surprised to find rather than becoming less aroused, her body seemed excited to see the heights her boys would take her to that night.

When she emerged, still a bit drowsy, Harry handed her a Pepper Up potion.

“Drink up, love,” he said smiling.

“You’re only halfway there,” Ron grinned.

Hermione felt her stomach do a flip with anticipation.

“That tastes better than usual,” Hermione said, handing the empty vial back to Harry. “Who brewed it?”

“Malfoy did,” Harry said, and when Hermione looked at him astonished, he continued. “Well, I did keep him out of Azkaban. We’re on good terms. He is rather good at potions, said his Pepper Up is ‘A vast improvement on the swill Pomfrey brews.’”

Hermione looked at Ron who shrugged. “Ginny told me to be nice to him for Luna’s sake. Luna’s generally got a read on people. Plus, we need to keep your energy up.”

To Hermione’s disappointment, she didn’t get to cum again before dinner. Perhaps this was part of the plan though, because she found she was increasingly horny throughout. Usually, she sat with Ginny and Luna, but tonight she was pinned between Harry and Ron. Their thighs squeezed hers together and she couldn’t move for touching them. The near constant contact drove up her arousal, as did the brushes to her hair and gentle kisses that left her wanting more.

Once Ron finished his absurdly large dessert, Hermione practically dragged him and Harry with her back to their rooms. She waved vaguely at excited voices mentioning her party later that night.

“Someone is hungry for more,” Harry teased as she pressed him against the closed door to their room, kissing every bit of available skin.

“We’re going to spoil her rotten,” Ron agreed.

Ron stepped close pulling her arms gently behind her back, releasing Harry. She growled in frustration. She was hungry for it.

“I think our girl needs a shower,” Harry said. “Something to cool off.”

Hermione grinned, “As long as I don’t have to shower alone.”

“On your birthday?” Ron said in mock horror. “Never!”

*

Harry pressed his length inside her from behind, as she leaned against Ron for support. The gentle fall of the shower water seemed to play on her aroused skin. Harry leaned in to kiss Ron above her head, pressing himself deeper inside her.

“How many times did you make her cum during Potions?” Harry asked as he began pounding into her.

“Three,” Ron said, as he kissed her and played with her breasts.

“Impressive,” Harry said as he tilted his hips to find the spot she loved so much.

“I don’t think I can do three again right now,” Hermione panted between them.

Harry tightened his grip on her hips as he said, “You don’t have to do anything, love, just enjoy.”

Hermione relaxed, the pressure of performance leaving. Harry felt so good inside her, the press of his fingers was grounding. Ron pulled her in and began snogging her. His hands curled in her hair and tongue pressed into her mouth. One of Harry’s hands grabbed her shoulder, pulling her down more firmly on his cock.

Hermione gasped into Ron’s mouth at the increase in pressure. Ron began nipping and sucking at her neck. He moved her arms from where they clasped around his neck and bent them behind her back. She turned her cheek against his chest as he held her there. Pinned between Ron and Harry, there was nowhere for her to squirm as another orgasm built in her.

“I love watching you fuck her, Harry,” Ron said above her. “The way you pound her like that makes me crazy.”

“I pound you like that too.” Harry said, “I’ve pounded into you like this while you split her open.”

Hermione clenched around him, racing towards release now. She liked knowing that her boys fucked each other the same way the fucked her.

“I like it,” Ron said. “Seems like Hermione likes it too. Give her a spank while I hold her for you.”

Harry did just that, spanking first one cheek then the other. It burned in a way that made Hermione’s toes curl with pleasure. Ron held her tightly as Harry whipped his hips harder into her. The relentless pounding of her body, coupled with their conspiring about her pleasure, catapulted Hermione into orgasm. She yelled out properly this time. Harry came too, ramming into her hard before stilling, forehead resting on her back.

TWELVE

Much to Hermione’s surprise, Ron picked her up, pressing her back against the wall of the shower and hooking her legs over his shoulders. She was still shuddering from her orgasm and made eye contact with a smirking Harry before looking down at Ron’s head between her legs. Ron was staring at her cunt as though it were the Philosopher’s Stone.

“I love seeing Harry’s cum spill out of you,” Ron murmured.

Hermione shuddered in pleasure at his words. Ron leaned in, tongue extended and licked the trail spilling out of her before sticking his tongue inside her. Both Hermione and Harry gasped. It was deliciously filthy. Ron sucked obscenely at her messy cunt, seemingly determined to swallow all of Harry’s cum. Hermione felt another orgasm build in her as Ron’s tongue pressed deeper. When Ron had cleaned up the mess, he moved his tongue to her clit. He circled slowly, teasing her until she was squirming.

“Please,” Hermione begged.

“Please what?” Ron said, eyes gazing up from her cunt.

“Please suck my clit,” Hermione pleaded.

Ron did immediately. Hermione came, seeing stars as she shook with pleasure.

THIRTEEN

Hermione pulled her dressing gown tighter around her and went to answer the pounding on the door to their dorm.

Pulling it open, expecting to see Ginny, she exclaimed, “Parkinson!”

Pansy Parkinson was standing at the door, holding a garment bag in one hand, a burning cigarette in the other, and an expression that flickered between uncertain and annoyed.

“Granger,” Pansy nodded, “happy birthday.” She extended the garment bag to Hermione, “This is from Theo.”

Hermione took the bag, confused. She felt Harry and Ron join her in the doorway.

“Hello Pansy,” Harry said. “We’ll see you at the party tonight?”

Parkinson nodded, “Theo is quite persuasive when he wants to be.”

“You wouldn’t come just to celebrate your friend’s girlfriend’s birthday?”

Harry smirked a little at her and Parkinson rolled her eyes, but Hermione saw a small smile on her red lips.

“You too?” Ron said to Harry.

“What?” Harry said laughing. “When someone tries to hand you over to be murdered and then volunteers to be your dueling partner four months later, it is hard not to be intrigued.”

Hermione laughed too. Neither she, nor Ron had the stomach for Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, but Harry must’ve befriended Parkinson.

“The both of you with the pet snakes,” Ron shook his head.

“That doesn’t explain what this is though,” Hermione said, gesturing with the garment bag.

“Theo insisted I give you one of my designs, Granger. He said to wear it to the party,” Parkinson pulled on her cigarette.

“Well thank you, Parkinson,” Hermione said. “Call me Hermione, please.”

“Call me Pansy. Harry already insisted on first names,” she rolled her eyes as Harry grinned. “Theo also said to pick one that ‘would make Weasley forgive him for befriending his mate’ so it is sexy if I do say so myself,” Pansy finished.

That caught Ron’s attention and he looked at Pansy with renewed interest.

“Well thank you from us too,” Harry chimed in.

“Come and get me if you have any trouble with it,” Pansy said, turning to head to her room.

Hermione nodded and smiled. When she moved to return to their room, she must have stepped outside the invisible wards of their dorm. Pansy whirled around, sniffing the air.

“Oh Weasley, you have been taking good care of the birthday girl, haven’t you?” Pansy was looking at Ron with an expression that bordered on impressed.

Hermione began to flush as she understood what Pansy could smell on her.

“Don’t worry Hermione,” Pansy saw her blush. “These other Alphas can’t tell one orgasm from many,” she inhaled again, “or very many.” She asked Ron, “How many is she on?”

“Twelve,” Ron was smiling.

Pansy did look impressed, “Maybe I misjudged you, Weasley. See you in a bit. Harry, Hermione.”

Pansy hesitated and then leaned in to whisper something in Harry’s ear before departing with a grin thrown Hermione’s way.

“What was that?” Hermione asked, closing the door behind her.

Harry leaned in to Ron whispering in his ear too. Ron grinned.

“Parkinson might not be as bad as I thought,” Ron mused. “Now where were we.”

Ron moved pressing Hermione against the door as Harry removed the garment bag from her hand and hung it in the wardrobe.

“What did she say?” Hermione gasped as Ron kissed down her throat.

“You’ll find out later, Hermione,” Harry said, as he slid in between her and the door.

“Now Ms. Granger,” Ron said firmly, she shivered at his tone. “I believe you said something about wanting both of us at once.”

Hermione shuddered and felt wet begin to gather between her thighs. Oh yes, she had brought it up once or twice. The idea drove her wild, the idea of her body stretching to fit both of her men, being truly full with them.

“I think that is a yes,” Harry said, kissing Ron over her shoulder.

“I think we better stretch her out a bit,” Ron replied.

Together, Harry and Ron slid hands down to where she ached. Ron bent and began sucking her nipple, rolling the other one between his fingers. Hermione reached up to pull him closer to her breasts.

“Oh no, Hermione,” Ron said, “you’ll stand there like a good girl and take what you’re given.”

That set her afire. She felt Harry’s magic curl around her wrists, pinning them gently but firmly to her sides. She moaned. Ron resumed playing with her nipples as she panted. Harry’s fingers slid inside her, collecting her wetness.

“Oh Ron, I think I’ll be able to stretch her with just her slick,” Harry said, spreading it around her arsehole.

Hermione was panting now. Ron’s fingers slid inside her and she felt herself begin to shake with pleasure.

“Oh, she is very wet. Aren’t you Hermione?” Ron asked her.

“Y-yes,” she stuttered as he began fucking her gently with his fingers.

“Hold still, ‘Mione,” Harry said as he began to slide a finger inside her arse.

She moaned at the delicious stretch and tilted her head forward. Harry’s free hand came up and grasped her throat, holding her head against his chest.

“Mhm,” Ron moaned, pulling off her nipple with an obscene slurp. “Add another finger Harry, I can feel you inside her.”

Harry did just that. Hermione trembled, pinned between her two boys, speared on their fingers. They moved in sync, filling her together and then leaving her terribly empty. Ron curved his hand, pressing into her and rubbing his palm against her clit. She came as Harry buried his fingers in her arse. She felt tears prick in her eyes at the intensity of the pleasure. She couldn’t wait for them to fill her later.

FOURTEEN

“Come on, who is playing?” Theo said with glee. “I’ve got the charmed whisky.”

It was a lovely birthday party. The house elves in the kitchens had given Harry enough food to feed a small army. Theo brought a ridiculous amount of liquor. Ginny and Luna had decorated the common room in fairy lights and silver balloons. The dress Pansy designed was a hit. It was a simple sheath dress in a dark gold, with a series of complicated straps that displayed Hermione’s tits. Ron fluctuated between staring at her figure and glaring at anyone else who did. 

They’d danced and drank and ate for hours. Some of the eighth years had gone to bed, but most gathered in a loose circle around the fire for Truth or Dare with Theo’s charmed whisky. Across from the sofa where Hermione was tucked between Harry and Ron, she saw Ginny in Luna’s lap, squished on a couch with the Patil twins. Neville, who had gotten an armchair to himself, was next to them. This reminded her of her plan through her slightly tipsy haze. She’d seen the way Luna and Ginny watched Neville leave a room. Surely, she could help move them along.

The game started as expected. Parkinson was dared to chug a beer, she did so impressively quickly. Susan flashed her tits. Seamus and Dean blushingly revealed they’d kissed over the summer. Hermione did a cartwheel to general applause, and then it was her turn.

“Alright, Ginny and Luna, truth or dare?” Hermione said.

They looked at each other and Ginny nodded at Luna to decide.

“Truth,” Luna said. “I don’t want to get up.”

Hermione grinned, perfect.

“If you weren’t together, who in this room would you pull?”

“Hermione!” Ron exclaimed. “You can’t ask mates that!”

“I can’t ask you that Ronald,” Hermione rolled her eyes. “I don’t think Luna and Ginny are possessive in that way though.

Ginny giggled and kissed Luna’s neck. “No, I don’t think we are.”

They made eye contact before simultaneously saying, “Neville.”

Neville sputtered into his drink. His mouth opened and closed but no words came out.

“I’m flattered,” Neville finally said, “truly.”

“You’ll have to show us how flattered you are sometime,” Luna said, airy as always.

Hermione leaned back, pleased with herself. A little gift to them on her birthday. The game continued and Hermione lost focus, enjoying the warmth from the drink and from her friends.

“Truth or dare, Hermione?” Ron whispered to her as he dropped a chaste kiss on her lips.

She smiled up at him and Harry. Everyone else was distracted by Padma and Parvati’s reenactment of their childhood dance lessons. 

“Dare,” Hermione said.

“We were hoping you would say that,” Harry kissed her too, much less chastely.

“Hermione, I dare you to keep Harry’s cock warm for the rest of the game.”

Hermione immediately flushed. She’d mentioned cockwarming with interest a couple weeks ago, but had never expected them to try it in the middle of the common room. Harry cast a wandless notice-me-not charm across their laps and pulled himself out of his trousers, stroking his length to hardness.

Hermione looked from Ron to Harry, met with heated gazes. She licked her lips; it was a dare after all. Smoothly, she moved onto Harry’s lap. He moved her knickers to the side and slid inside her. Hermione stifled a groan. He felt incredible. She shoved down the instinct to begin bouncing on him and settled in, keeping him inside her.

Ron gave them both a quick kiss, and adjusted their clothes so the place where they joined was hidden. It felt like a delicious secret, filled with cock in front of their friends. Then, to her astonishment, Harry cancelled the notice-me-not charm. Hermione gasped, squeezing Harry’s cock inside her involuntarily. The risk made her wet.

Harry and Ron grinned at her and then deliberately turned their attention away and back to the game. The dares had gotten more exciting while she’d been distracted as Lisa was kissing Millicent with vigor. Hermione thought she’d never been so turned on in her life. Whenever she or Harry shifted, his cock moved in her. She clenched around him, trying to control her arousal while simultaneously desperate for more. Ron shot them secretive glances. Her slick soaked Harry inside of her and she felt her head spin.

“Truth or dare, Hermione?” Michael said.

Hermione took a deep breath to try to focus her frayed nerves.

“Truth,” she responded, getting up was not an option.

“Who’s bigger?” Michael grinned, looking meaningfully at Ron and Harry.

“Ron,” Hermione said automatically, the charmed whiskey making her tongue loose and honest.

Harry shifted deliberately under her, pressing into her favorite spot.

“Harry is not small though,” Hermione gasped, she was so close to cumming with the everyone’s eyes on her.

“No, he is not,” Ron said, raising his cup in toast to Harry, making everyone laugh.

“Truth or dare, Theo?” Hermione said, trying desperately to stave off her orgasm as Harry moved her again.

“Dare,” he said.

“Kiss the eighth year you most fancy,” Hermione said, barely concealing a moan.

“It’ll have to be later,” Theo replied. “The eight year I most fancy isn’t at the party.”

The game moved away from them and Hermione heard Harry cast another notice-me-not charm. His hand slid under her dress.

“Brace yourself,” Harry whispered.

It only took a few rubs of her clit and she came, biting down on her lip to keep from shouting her pleasure to the whole room.

FIFTEEN

“You devious bastards!” Hermione exclaimed, once they were in the safety of their dorm, silencing charms firmly in place. “I came in front of everyone!”

“It was incredible, darling,” Ron’s eyes were dangerously aroused.

“You enjoyed it,” Harry whispered as he kissed her neck gently.

“I did,” she admitted, “a lot.”

Ron fell to his knees in front of Harry and quickly began pulling his cock out.

“I want to taste her cum on your cock,” Ron growled.

Hermione felt arousal between her thighs again. She liked watching Harry and Ron suck each other immensely, particularly when they’d gotten their dicks wet inside her first. Ron licked Harry’s swollen tip and all three of them moaned. Ron sucked Harry into his mouth, tongue circling. Hermione reached under her dress, and began rubbing her clit, grabbing her breast through her dress.

Ron couldn’t swallow Harry down the way she did (yet) so he sucked along the inch or two of Harry’s length he couldn’t fit in his mouth. When Ron ducked his head to lick her off of Harry’s balls, she gasped. It was so filthy and delicious. She came on her own hand.

SIXTEEN

Ron and Harry turned to look at her as she moaned through her release.

“Hermione is trying to take our job,” Ron said.

They were on her in an instant, tossing her onto their bed. After a moment of struggling to release Hermione’s heaving breasts from Pansy’s dress, Harry vanished the dress so it reappeared on the floor behind them. Two could play that game. Harry and Ron found themselves naked at a bit of wandless, wordless magic from Hermione.

“Cheeky girl,” Ron exclaimed.

Harry laid on his back on the bed. Ron picked her up and placed her so her thighs rested on either side of Harry’s head.

“Here is what is going to happen,” Ron growled, running his fingers down her back. “Harry is going to eat that sweet cunt, while I stretch your arse. Then Harry is going to fuck your tiny arsehole while I fill your pussy and you are going to cum around us until you can’t see straight.”

Hermione’s skin tingled all over and she felt desire coil low in her belly.

“Yes, please,” Hermione whispered.

Harry pulled her down firmly, latching his mouth to her clit. She pulled away with a gasp.

“Too sensitive,” she said.

In her defense she had lost track of how many times she’d cum already. Harry whispered a spell she couldn’t hear into her cunt and leaned in again. This time when she gasped it was in surprise. Her sensitivity was gone.

“You can thank Parkinson in the morning,” Ron said as Hermione began moving her pussy across Harry’s talented tongue.

Ron bent her over to give himself better access to her arsehole. She felt her arousal ratchet higher at the whispered lubrication spell. Slowly, Ron’s fingers spread the lube around her hole. Harry’s tongue slid inside her as Ron’s finger began to press her open. She sighed and relaxed to let him in.

“Good girl,” Ron whispered, grabbing her arse cheek appreciatively as he slid in to the knuckle.

Harry moved back to her clit, sucking hard as she cried out. Ron’s finger pumped inside her, stretching her. She felt the tip of Ron’s second finger press into her. She took a deep breath and let it out. Harry sucked more of her lips into his mouth and Ron popped inside, stretching her wider. She came quickly, seeing lights flash behind her eyes.

SEVENTEEN

Ron continued to fuck her arsehole with two fingers as Harry licked up her release languidly. She was shaking with pleasure. Ron began to scissors his fingers within her.

“One more, darling. Then you can have Harry’s cock up here,” Ron told her, kissing her arse cheek.

Hermione sighed, resting her head against Harry’s stomach. She was losing her ability and desire to talk, drunk on pleasure. Harry played with her cunt with his tongue, coaxing little moans and gasps from her. More lube drizzled into her arsehole. Ron drew his fingers out to their tips, and pressed a third one against her entrance. This one was harder to take than the other two had been. Ron’s fingers were big like the rest of him.

“If you want us both ‘Mione you have to take a third finger first,” Ron said, pressing kisses to her lower back.

She wanted them both more than she’d wanted anything in ages. Focusing her attention on Harry’s tongue which was circling her clit, she relaxed her arsehole. Slowly Ron’s third finger slid inside her. He pressed and she moaned with pressure, settling all three knuckles in her.

“She did it,” Ron said with pride in his voice. “Come and look, Harry.”

With a final kiss to the inside of her thighs, Harry extracted himself from under her and joined Ron behind her. Hermione clenched around the emptiness in her cunt with pleasure at Harry’s appreciative little gasp.

“Oh, Hermione you’re so gorgeous taking him like this,” Harry said.

Ron’s fingers pumped inside her and Hermione blushed with pride. She felt like she was floating, so high did her pleasure take her. After a final firm press inside her, Ron withdrew his fingers.

“I feel so empty,” Hermione whispered, collapsing forward on the bed.

“We can fix that,” Ron said laying down next to her. “Climb up on me, there’s a good girl.”

Hermione did as she was told. Ron slid inside her sopping wet pussy. She moaned with pleasure, racking her nails down Ron’s chest. He stretched her cunt so well. She didn’t know how she’d lived without that delicious stretch. She bounced on his dick, quickly approaching an orgasm.

Ron grabbed her hips, pulling her down on him, stopping her orgasm in its tracks.

“Let Harry fill you, then you can cum,” Ron said in response to her protests.

Harry kissed her neck and then gently bit it, encouraging her to stay still. She heard him slather lube on his cock and then more on her, sliding a finger inside.

“Ready, Hermione?” he asked, stopping with his dick pressed against her arsehole.

“Please, fuck me,” Hermione said, locking eyes with Ron.

“You’re getting better at begging,” Ron said, smirking at her.

Harry pressed slowly into her. Hermione let out a filthy moan. It was too much, it wasn’t enough. Her body was blazing with heat. Too fast and too slow, Harry slid inside her, resting his hips against her arse when he filled her completely.

“What a good girl, filled with our cocks like that,” Ron praised Hermione. “Cum for us.”

His hand moved from her hip to her clit and slapped once. Hermione came with a howl, clenching tight on the cocks filling her.

EIGHTEEN

Harry and Ron began moving as soon as Hermione relaxed enough. Ron slid into her every time Harry slid out. She rested against Ron’s chest, looking from Ron’s face to Harry’s behind her, tight with concentration. She was so full. It was bliss.

Ron and Harry picked up the pace once she adjusted, receiving a moan of pleasure at the increased speed. It was as though she could feel every nerve in her body. Harry kept a steady pace in her arse as Ron began moving faster. Sometimes she was entirely empty, sometimes she was stretched full around both their cocks. Ron slid his arms around her and moved her slightly with each thrust. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis and she came again, tears coming out of her eyes.

NINETEEN

Hermione felt delirious. She thought vaguely that this morning she couldn’t have imagined this kind of pleasure.

“Ron, she’s so tight,” Harry grunted above her. “I’m not going to last.”

“Fuck her hard,” Ron growled, holding her tighter. “Fill up her arse.”

Harry did just that, increasing his pace to match Ron’s. They slammed into her together. The contrast between her emptiness and the stretch of both their cocks made Hermione’s head swim. Ron moved her more firmly against him, her clit finding delicious friction. She felt her arousal slide out of her.

“She’s close,” Ron said, “I can feel her soaking my thighs.”

Harry moaned and pounded into her harder. Hermione felt she was balanced at the edge of a cliff, posed to fall into endless pleasure. Harry came first, cumming hard enough that she felt his cum press out of her. Hermione fell off the cliff, screaming her release. Her vision went white, she couldn’t see for the bliss. Vaguely she was aware that beneath her Ron came with a shout around her gripping cunt.

“Nineteen,” Ron said approvingly, stroking her hair gently.

They lay together, Harry collapsed onto Hermione’s back, catching his breath. Slowly, Harry pulled out of her, flopping onto the bed beside Ron. Ron lifted her off his cock gently, settling her between them. They lay like that for several long minutes, arms wrapped around her, exchanging lazy kisses.

“This has been the best birthday ever,” Hermione said, finally.

“Better than when you got the chemistry set for your seventh birthday?” Ron asked, kissing her shoulder.

“So much better,” she said laughing. Then more seriously, “Truly, I love you both so much.”

“I love you both,” Harry said, kissing her.

“I love you both,” Ron said fiercely, “I would die for either of you.”

“Harry already died for us,” Hermione said cheekily. “You’ll have to come up with a better line than that.”

Harry laughed as Ron growled and moved between her legs. Quicker than she realized what was happening, Ron bent and sucked her clit into his mouth.

TWENTY

Hermione came impossibly fast, shouting as she did, spine bending off the bed.

“One more, for good luck,” Ron said as he lay down next to her again, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk.

Chapter Text

The week before Halloween started extremely poorly. Someone their triad in a letter home. The resulting article took up the entire front page of The Prophet. Skeeter, of course, was the byline beneath a photo of Ron kissing Hermione quickly outside the Ministry while Harry looked on with longing. The article had no information other than the rumor they were together from an anonymous source, and the official record of Ron as an Alpha. The lack of facts didn’t stop Skeeter from postulating wildly on the sex the three were having as Harry and Hermione “desperately tried to satiate an unfulfilled Alpha.”

Hermione was impervious to the public’s commentary on her sex life after fourth year and laughed at Skeeter’s speculation on the dangers posed by her hair in the bedroom. Harry was upset however and left the Great Hall in a rush.

Ron kissed Hermione goodbye, muttering, “I’ve got this one, go to class.”

Hermione smiled at him affectionately, “Come get me if you need me,” and returned to her book.

Ron followed Harry out of the Great Hall grabbing toast for them both. Ron walked silently next to Harry who stormed to the Black Lake and threw himself down in a huff.

“Why aren’t you upset?” Harry snapped.

“The Alpha in me is thrilled everyone knows you’re mine. Though I would rather it was after we bonded. I am not pleased, just not upset,” Ron said honestly.

“I’m not mad because people know we are together,” Harry said quickly.

“I know,” Ron said. “I didn’t think you were.”

Hermione had told him enough times that his desire to fix problems was sometimes suffocating. So, Ron sat there in silence holding Harry’s hand and waiting for him to find the words.

“Everything in my life has been public. Before I even knew about magic, my life was public,” Harry started.

Ron nodded encouragingly.

“And this thing with you, me, and Hermione. It is perfect and so precious. I’m upset it isn’t just for us anymore.”

Ron kissed Harry’s forehead softly.

“I know, love. It isn’t fair we didn’t get a say in this becoming public knowledge. It’s not fair at all that the best and worst parts of your life are front page news.”

Harry nodded tucking his head under Ron’s chin. Ron took the hint and pulled Harry into his lap holding him tightly.

“The way we feel though, the three of us, that is just for us,” Ron finished.

Harry let out a big exhale. Ron felt Harry relax against him. He produced the toast and Harry bit into it obediently.

“I should get off your lap. I’m like a big baby,” Harry said, slightly self-conscious.

“Do you want to get off my lap?” Ron asked gently.

Harry rested his head against Ron’s chest by way of response. They stayed that way until all the toast was gone.

*

Ron was a ball of emotion on Halloween morning. Well, more accurately, the ball of sensation in his stomach that was Hermione was anxious, and the one that was Harry was a sadness so deep it took Ron’s breath away. He had to stay grounded though, had to get them through this anniversary.

Harry wasn’t getting out of bed for anyone that morning. He kissed an exasperated Hermione goodbye, but wouldn’t emerge from the sheets.

“Will you be okay if I stay here with Harry?” Ron asked softly as he stood with Hermione at the door. “I can feel you are anxious.”

“You can feel it?” Hermione asked, curious.

Ron nodded. “It’s like there is a knot of sensation in my stomach that is what you’re feeling.”

“I thought that couldn’t happen until the bond!” Hermione exclaimed.

“I thought so too, and yet I know you’re more anxious than usual.”

“I’ll be okay,” Hermione said, kissing him. “Harry needs the company and Theo will keep me distracted in class.”

Ron grimaced at the mention of Nott’s name, but Hermione knew best.

Ron and Harry spent the day in bed. Harry cried a lot. Ron had never seen Harry cry like this, big wracking sobs that shook his body. He told Ron everything that happened the Halloween before, the snake coming out of Bathilda Bagshot’s neck, reliving Voldemort’s memory of his parent’s murder. Ron held him until he cried himself to sleep and then held him some more. Ron cried too. He was overwhelmed by his sweet Harry who’d suffered so much and woke up every day and was kind and noble and loved him. He felt the sadness of Harry’s emotions loosen as though by crying Harry released some of the pressure. Hermione brought them lunch and she cried too. Harry and Ron wrapped her between them as she choked out her relief that they’d all made it.

By dinner time, Ron was slightly wrung out emotionally but buoyed by the sensation that Harry and Hermione were feeling better than they had that morning.

“We have a surprise for you,” Hermione said, wrapping Harry’s scarf around his neck. “You have to come to Hogsmeade.”

“Hogsmeade?” Harry said, confused.

“We promise it is worth getting out of bed for,” Ron added, wrapping Harry’s heavy cloak around him.

The walk to Hogsmeade was quiet. Harry held Ron and Hermione’s hands. Fall was in the air and a crisp cool breeze ruffled Ron’s hair. He felt again the bone deep sense of rightness. He was where he was supposed to be, caring for his two loves.

Hermione led them to a room above the Three Broomsticks. Inside, as Ron knew would be, was Mrs. Tonks holding a squirming Teddy Lupin.

“Teddy!” Harry exclaimed.

He threw his cloak to the ground and scooped Teddy from Mrs. Tonks’ arms. The baby giggled with delight, his hair turning black to match Harry’s.

“Oh, he’s so big,” Harry said, lifting the squealing boy above his head. “Thank you for bringing him, Mrs. Tonks.”

She nodded, “Teddy missed you. He’s taken to sleeping with that stuffed owl you gave him.”

Harry turned to Ron and Hermione who were beaming.

“Thank you,” he said, kissing them softly in turn. “This is just what I needed.”

Ron felt peace settle in his belly.

*

A week later, Harry and Ron entered the Great Hall for breakfast. Hermione was reading at the Eighth Years’ table, quietly conferencing with Nott on the finer points of Arithmancy. Ron gave her a kiss on the head, and a quick glare to Nott by way of greeting. They got on well enough, but Ron was wary. Harry settled himself next to Hermione, across from Ron. He found it both disgusting and endearing to watch Ron eat a full English.

The post arrived and with it a letter for Ron, delivered by a long-eared owl Harry had never seen before. Ron read the letter while attempting to fit an entire slice of toast piled with beans into his mouth. He stilled, toast dropping onto the full plate, reading the letter again.

Harry looked at him, suddenly nervous. Not much could distract Ron from his breakfast.

“Hermione,” Ron cleared his throat, “sorry to interrupt, darling. You and Harry better read this.”

Hermione looked at him curiously. Together Harry and Hermione bent over the letter to read.

Dear Ronald Weasley,

I hope this letter finds you in good health.

I am writing on behalf of my daughter, Clementine Moreau. She is a lovely pureblood girl, graduated from Beauxbatons last May. She presented over the summer as an Omega, much to her mother and my delight.

I am writing to propose an engagement between yourself and Clementine. I read in the papers that you are an Alpha. Your heroics against He Who Must Not Be Named are known in France. The paper said you are currently entangled with two betas, though British papers are notoriously unreliable. If, however, you are indeed involved with betas, I am certain you will find the company of Clementine far more satisfying.

If you are amenable…

The letter continued but Harry didn’t finish it. He saw red.

“Poor Clementine,” Hermione mused.

“Poor Clementine!” Harry exploded. “Ron is OURS! How dare he even suggest Ron could be happy with someone else.”

Ron looked immensely pleased at Harry’s possessive outburst, though concern lingered in his gaze. He leaned forward to grasp Harry and Hermione’s hands.

“I would never leave you,” he looked earnestly between them. “Not for all the money in the world or any Omega.”

Harry smiled at him. To his astonishment, Hermione rolled her eyes.

“I love you too Ron, but there is no need for such a production, either of you.”

Harry stared at her, incredulous.

“Ron, you are a very famous Alpha who chose two betas. That is unusual to say the least. Harry, Ron is going to get letters like this for the rest of our lives, you best get used to it.”

“Get used to it!?” Harry bellowed. “Ron belongs to us.”

He couldn’t believe Hermione’s cavalier attitude. Someone wanted to take Ron from them! Maybe several someone’s! And she was cool as could be.

Ron swept around the table and pulled up Harry first and then Hermione, kissing them both deeply.

“I will never leave you for as long as I live,” Ron looked deep into Harry’s eyes. “Please believe me.”

Harry felt his temper begin to calm. It was replaced by a rising desire to fuck Hermione and Ron. He noticed that the marks he’d left on Ron’s neck had faded considerably. That needed to be changed.

“Come on,” Harry tugged on Hermione and Ron’s hands. “Let’s go back to bed for a bit.”

Ron grunted in agreement, kissing Harry again. Hermione wrenched her hand out of Harry’s grip.

“Honestly!” she threw her hands in the air. “It is just a letter. I am not skiving off Arithmancy because some French girl’s father has poor boundaries.”

Harry looked at her, slightly abashed. He still wanted them badly but he knew better than to get in the way of Hermione’s studies.

“Sorry ‘Mione, lost the plot there for a bit,” he kissed her cheek softly.

“I know both of you are never leaving me,” Hermione’s gaze had softened. “As if you could survive a week without me.”

Harry heard a bark of laughter from Nott and they all smiled, Ron somewhat reluctantly.

“Off you go,” Hermione kissed them both goodbye.

Harry clutched Ron’s hand is as they left the Great Hall. He couldn’t even summon the energy to be embarrassed that everyone almost certainly knew what they were up to.

“Men,” he heard Hermione scoff as she resumed her seat.

*

Ron’s back hit the door the moment it closed behind him. Harry was on him in an instant, tearing his school robes off. Ron let Harry strip him, kiss him, mark up the fading bruises Harry had left earlier in the week. Once he was naked, he grabbed Harry by the scruff of the neck and snapped his fingers, banishing Harry’s clothes to the floor behind him.

“Stay still,” Ron whispered, kissing Harry lightly on the lips.

He held Harry slightly away from him, still maintaining his hold as though Harry was an unruly kitten. Harry panted with the effort of staying still, his cock hard and leaking. Ron took a finger and gently stroked it down Harry’s chest with a featherlight touch. Harry whimpered.

“So needy for me,” Ron said, tracing a lazy path around Harry’s pectorals.

“Yes,” Harry breathed. “Please Ron, I need you.”

“What do you need?” Ron asked, lightly circling Harry’s nipple.

Harry blushed prettily. Ron longed to kiss his pink cheeks.

“I need your cock in me,” Harry said, voice cracking slightly.

“Say please,” Ron asked, grinning.

“Please put your cock in me, Ron,” Harry moaned.

He groaned and lifted Harry into his arms and crossed to their bed in four long strides. Harry found Ron’s lips with his own. He tossed Harry onto the bed, who bounced with a laugh. Ron was on him immediately, leaving a sloppy trail of kisses down his chest.

Ron spit on Harry’s cock, stroking the saliva up and down the shaft. His movements were aggressive and he could see Harry’s arousal climbing as his hips bucked. He slid Harry into his mouth, taking him to the back of his throat just before his gag reflex. He set a brutal pace, hollowing out his cheeks to suck hard.

“Fuck! Ron, slow down. I’m going to cum,” Harry gasped frantically.

Ron pulled off for a moment. “Good. I want to use your cum to fuck you with.”

Harry seemed to like the idea of that as much as Ron did. He let out a long moan, hips relaxing on the bed, taking what Ron would give him. Ron resumed his frantic pace, reaching a hand down to play with Harry’s balls. He sucked harder, forcing himself not to gag as the last two inches of Harry’s dick slid down his throat. Harry’s hand tapped his, wordlessly signaling his orgasm. Ron replaced his mouth with his hand. He stroked fast and Harry came on his own chest in three quick pulls.

Ron was only getting started. While Harry panted, he coated his first finger in Harry’s cum and whispered a cleaning spell. He began circling Harry’s arsehole. He pushed in firmly as Harry gasped.

“Do you like knowing I’m pushing your cum inside you?” Ron asked, sliding the slicked-up finger in and out.

“Yes,” Harry sighed, propping himself up to look Ron in the eye. “I like when you make me absolutely filthy.”

Ron’s cock was so hard it hurt. He could never have dreamed how compatible he was with Harry in bed. He removed his hand, slicking up his middle finger before pushing them both inside Harry. Harry’s cock was trying to get hard again as Harry shifted his hips to take Ron deeper.

“How many fingers do you want?” Ron asked, watching Harry writhe.

“Three, then your cock,” Harry answered, licking his lips.

Ron gathered more of Harry’s cum on his ring finger. Harry’s rim was well lubed now and the slide was easier. Harry whined at the stretch but arched into him.

“You are so good for me, Harry,” Ron said as he stroked Harry’s thigh to soothe the ache.

Harry bit his lip and rocked his hips, taking all three fingers as deep as they would go. Ron played with him for a few minutes, gently stroking Harry’s oversensitive cock, fingers drilled his arse. Harry was moaning and relaxed under him. He had to fuck him.

Ron pulled out which made Harry pout slightly. He collected the rest of Harry’s cum from his chest and coated his cock with it and the sticky mess on his fingers. When he was nicely lubed, he rested his tip against Harry’s hole.

“Look at me,” Ron said.

When Harry’s blazing eyes found his, he gently slid his first finger into his mouth, tasting the remains of Harry’s cum. Harry trembled beneath him, a wordless little gasps escaping his mouth. Ron leaned forward, pressing his cock, much thicker than three fingers, into Harry. He extended his hand and slid the three sticky fingers into Harry’s mouth. Harry gave a shout of arousal around the fingers before sucking, his tongue dancing between them. Ron’s head popped inside. Merlin, Harry was tight.

Harry’s cock was hard again and bobbed gently against Harry’s torso as Ron worked himself slowly into Harry, pressing in and then drawing out slightly before pressing further. Eventually Ron was sheathed in Harry to the hilt. Harry drew his knees to his chest, holding himself still with his hands. Ron slid in a half an inch deeper.

“How do you feel?” Ron asked, removing his fingers from Harry’s mouth and curling them around his throat.

“I feel full, so full. It feels so good,” Harry said in a rush. “Move Ron, please move.”

“So good to ask me nicely,” Ron said.

He began pounding into Harry, hard. He shoved two fingers into Harry’s mouth and used the rest to hold his head still so their eyes met. Harry was moaning steadily under him, drool pooling in the corners of his mouth. He felt so good, so wet, so tight.

“Do you like when I fuck you like this?” Ron grunted. “Do you like knowing that every Alpha in the school will be able to smell me on you, smell the cum that I’ll leave inside you. Do you like me marking you?”

Harry moaned and bucked his hips up against Ron, nodding frantically.

“You are mine, Harry,” Ron said, whipping his hips against Harry’s arse, “and I am yours.”

Harry came again, cock untouched, simply from the pressure on his prostate.

“Do you want me to fill you up?” Ron asked, not slowing his pace.

Harry moaned again and nodded frantically, overstimulated and squirming. Ron pressed as deep as he could inside Harry and came with a shout. Ron and Harry kissed as they lay there, catching their breath. Harry’s tongue licked into his mouth and he felt his toes curl. Ron slowly pulled himself out of Harry and replaced his cock with two fingers.

“Clench down. I want you to keep this cum inside you.”

Harry did as he was told and Ron withdrew his fingers. He collapsed on the bed next to Harry and pulled him in for a kiss before they both fell into an exhausted sleep.

Chapter Text

The first week of November, Ron was again in detention. This time, he’d come across Zacharias Smith telling other 7^thyears what he would like to do to “the unbonded Omegas” once he presented. Ron hadn’t punched him like Macmillan, just disarmed Smith and taken him kicking and screaming to McGonagall’s office. Smith had several months’ worth of detentions. Ron had received one evening. Apparently tying up a student had not been the appropriate way to manage the situation. However, Harry thought the sight of Ron tossing Smith over his shoulder and carrying him down the hall was rather hot.

When Harry entered their room, Hermione was curled on the sofa, probably another Alpha and Omega text. She must’ve read a rather exciting section because Harry noted a familiar flush creeping up her cheeks when she turned to see him.

“Hi,” she said, a little breathless.

Harry crossed to the sofa and kissed Hermione hard. She drew her tongue against his bottom lip and he opened for her, twisting his tongue around hers.

“Good book?” he asked when they came up for air.

“I didn’t think I’d spend this year reading so much about sex,” Hermione said.

“I didn’t think I’d spend this year having so much sex,” Harry said.

Hermione threw him a smirk and set her book to the side, laying back down on the couch. Harry removed his outer robes and settled over her. They snogged for a while. Harry loved the feel of Hermione under him. Her nightgown was thin and he played with her nipples through the fabric. They rocked gently into each other, Hermione’s hips pressing into his erection.

“I want to ride you,” Hermione whispered, then sucked his earlobe hard, making him gasp.

“Bed or couch?” Harry asked eagerly.

“Couch,” she said, pulling away. “Take your clothes off.”

“Yes ma’am,” Harry said, dodging Hermione’s slapping hand.

They undressed quickly, stealing kisses as clothing fell to the floor. Harry sat on the sofa, cock hard between his legs. Hermione snagged lube from the stand beside the bed. She spread some on her pussy and Harry’s cock up with little ceremony.

“No foreplay?” Harry asked teasingly, arching into her touch.

Hermione straddled his legs and set the tip of his dick against her entrance.

“I want you in me,” she said, eyes half-lidded with lust.

Harry’s hands gripped her hips tightly as she sunk down onto his length. They both moaned as Harry bottomed out inside her. Hermione was wet and warm and squeezing him gently. She moved her hands to the back of the couch to give herself leverage. Without preamble, she began fucking herself at a rapid clip, up and down on his cock.

“Oh Merlin, ‘Mione,” Harry moaned.

“You like that?” she said, with a slight grunt as she slammed herself down.

“Fuck,” was Harry’s eloquent response.

Hermione’s pace didn’t slow, hurtling herself towards her first orgasm. She tilted her head back with pleasure. Harry took advantage of the expanse of throat in front of him, biting where her neck met her shoulder. She came, clenching around his cock at the base as her rhythm faltered with the force of her orgasm.

Taking advantage of the change in pace, Harry began to thrust up into her. Hermione moaned, pressing her lips to his in slow, sloppy kisses. She began to match his rhythm, lifting up slightly before meeting him in the middle. She shifted the angle of her hips and broke the kiss to pant into his ear.

“Right there Harry, oh God.”

Even strokes slammed into her cunt as Harry worked hard to keep his pace steady. The noise from his lubed shaft sliding and balls slapping was obscene and made him feel dizzy with lust. Hermione shrieked and came around him, the steadiness of his thrusts pushing her over the edge again.

“Can I fuck you hard?” Harry asked as she caught her breath.

“Please,” she said, biting his neck.

Chasing his pleasure, Harry began to thrust hard and fast. His fingers bit into Hermione’s hips and her breasts threatened to smack him in the face. He caught a nipple in his mouth and bit down. Hermione screamed and came for a third time. She clenched tight and he felt liquid spill over him. He came, filling her with his final ragged thrusts.

Hermione kissed him and he melted into her touch. She gently pulled herself off and lay down on the couch, legs over his lap.  

“What do we have here?” Ron’s voice said from the doorway. “Playing without me?”

Harry grinned at him and Hermione wiggled in anticipation. Ron smirked but then schooled his features into a stern expression before striding over to the sofa.

“Well?” he said, crossing his arms and surveying their naked bodies.

“We were just getting ready for you,” Harry said, cock twitching.

“Getting ready for me?” Ron said, a smile creeping up on his lips.

Hermione nodded. A bead of sweat glistened on her breast and Harry couldn’t help himself. He leaned over and licked it up, lavishing her nipple while he did.

“Show me her cunt,” Ron said to him.

Hermione squeaked at the request, thighs rubbing together in anticipation.

“You said you were getting ready for me. Show me her cunt,” Ron ordered.

Harry bit his lip to hold back a moan. He loved it when Ron got bossy. He leaned against the sofa, legs spread, and pulled Hermione between his legs to rest against his chest. He placed his hands on her knees and guided them open. He slid his hands slowly down her thighs. Hermione arched her back and let out a sigh of pleasure. Ron watched; eyes gleaming.

Harry lifted Hermione’s legs and settled her feet outside his knees to keep them spread. Then he slid his hands down her breasts, her belly, before coming to rest on her pussy. A nod from Ron was all the prompting he needed to spread her lips wide. Ron drew in a hiss of breath and the three of them watched hotly as Harry’s cum spilled out of her cunt.

“Nice and ready for me,” Ron said.

“Yes,” Hermione whispered, “please.”

Ron fell to his knees and leaned in, tongue chasing the spilled cum, licking it up as though to savor the flavor. His mouth fell on Hermione’s clit and sucked. She bucked her hips against Ron’s face. Harry caught her breasts in his hands and squeezed. Hermione leaned back and kissed him. He squeezed her nipples hard. Hermione broke the kiss with a shriek. Harry didn’t let up the pressure until she came as Ron sucked her cunt.

Ron leaned in and kissed her, then Harry. Harry enjoyed the taste of his and Hermione’s cum mixed on Ron’s tongue. Hermione squirmed between them before moving off his lap to rest on the sofa. She batted Harry’s exploring hand off her thigh. He supposed that was fair, she had cum four times in a quarter hour.

“Arse or mouth?” Ron asked Harry with a grin.

“Let me taste you,” Harry responded.

He could feel Hermione’s stare. She did love to watch. Ron guided Harry to stand, kissing him. Harry basked in the feeling of Ron’s fingers in his hair, down his neck, up and down his back. His own hands worked frantically to strip Ron of his robes and trousers. He pushed Ron to sit on the sofa before crouching between his knees.

Ron’s cock was a glorious, thick and long, protruding proudly between Ron’s broad freckled thighs. Harry traced his tongue along Ron’s slit, enjoying the taste and Ron’s soft exhale of pleasure. He slid the cock into his mouth, sucking and running his tongue along the bottom of the shaft.

Harry moved Ron’s hands to the back of his head, encouraging him to take charge. Ron did, moving Harry’s head slowly up and down his shaft. Harry placed his hands on Ron’s thighs, letting Ron take over. He relaxed his throat and Ron pushed, sliding all the way in so Harry’s nose was buried in his red curls.

“You’ve gotten so good at taking my cock,” Ron whispered reverently.

Harry moaned around the mouthful and Ron began to move him up and down. Harry let himself slip into the easy joy of submitting this way, of giving control of his body to Ron. He felt high on it as Ron fucked his face. Eventually Ron pushed down, and he swallowed his cock and the cum that poured from it.

He crawled into Ron’s lap, kissing him and then Hermione who joined them for a cuddle. It was blissful to be with them this way. Harry felt warm and cared for.

“How was detention?” he asked Ron as they got ready for bed.

“Fine,” Ron stifled a yawn as he said it. “McGonagall had me alphabetize her books.”

“Really?” Hermione asked. “There’s a spell for that.”

“I know,” Ron said. “Once I did it, she let me go through the books and borrow all the ones relevant to Alphas and Omegas. They’re in my bag,” he added as Hermione clapped her hands together in delight.

“Malfoy apologized to me today,” Hermione said later as they got into bed.

“What-” Ron began sharply, then caught himself. “Are you okay?”

“It was nice actually. I think he meant it, Ron,” Hermione said, looking serious. “He nearly cried.”

“What did he apologize for?” Harry asked.

Draco had apologized to all three of them after his trial, to Hermione especially for watching her be tortured. She’d forgiven him.

“For how he treated me before the war,” she said softly. “I have to say I didn’t expect it. I was willing to let it go and keep a distance.”

Harry nodded. Draco had changed more than Harry ever thought possible. The arrogant boy of their younger years wouldn’t recognize the man willing to reflect on his wrongdoings.  

“Do you trust him, Hermione?” Ron asked, eyes searching her face.

“I don’t trust him yet,” Hermione said honestly, “but I trust that he is trying.”

Ron nodded. Harry smiled. Ron’s dominating Alpha did not extend to questioning Hermione’s judgement which Harry loved him dearly for. She had more sense than both of them put together.

“Luna and Ginny asked him to help find a way for them to bond,” Hermione said. “Malfoy is getting access to as many pureblood family libraries as he can. Blaise and Daphne are going home this weekend to collect their families’ relevant books.”

Ron looked impressed in spite of himself. “Wizarding families guard that stuff closely. I was surprised that Neville’s gran gave us theirs. Who’d have thought? Draco Malfoy sticking his neck out for my little sister.”

*

The second weekend in November, Ron roared in the stands when Ginny pulled up with the snitch. Hermione cheered as Harry jumped up and down. Gryffindor won!

“I think Ginny could go pro,” Harry said, clapping enthusiastically.

Ginny rocketed towards the stands and braked abruptly, jumping from her mid-air broom into Luna’s arms. Ron’s heart nearly stopped beating as she flew through the air. All of a sudden, Ginny and Luna were wrapped up, kissing each other as though their lives depended on it.

“Oh fuck,” Ron said, covering his nose with his hand.

He could smell Ginny from several rows away. Hermione began pushing past students to get to them. Ginny pulled her outer Quidditch robes over her head and was reaching for Luna’s sweater when Hermione got to them. She must have cast a warming spell. They sprang apart and looked around wildly, seeming to come to their senses.

Hermione tailed Ginny and Luna to the stairs leading down the stands. Ron saw McGonagall send her cat Patronus across the field to Greengrass and Zabini who began hurrying down to the grounds.

“Why them?” Ron asked Harry, as they began working their way through the tittering student body.

“Didn’t Hermione tell you? Blaise can take any Alphas that approach them but he is bonded to Daphne so her smell will keep Luna and Gin from getting nervous.”

“I could’ve done it,” Ron said as they entered the stairwell.

To his surprise, Harry reached up and yanked Ron down by the hair, pulling him in for a fierce kiss that Ron very much enjoyed.

“I know you wouldn’t do anything,” Harry whispered, “but you aren’t going anywhere near Luna when she is in heat. I don’t want her to even smell you.”

“Harry,” Ron found himself blushing at the ferocity of his gaze, “I like it too much when you get like this.”

Harry hummed and pulled Ron in for another kiss. They lingered a moment before the noise of descending students reached them and they hurried down the stairs again.

“Did my sister almost fuck her girlfriend in front of the school?” Ron asked when Hermione when they reached her at the foot of the stairs.

“She almost went into heat and fucked her girlfriend in front of the whole school,” Hermione said in response.

“Did you see her catch the snitch?” Harry exclaimed. “Too bad she’ll miss the celebration.

*

Much to Hermione’s surprise and delight, the issue of bonding Ginny and Luna had turned into an interhouse unity research project she could’ve only dreamed of in her swottier moments. After Ginny had firmly and not too politely let Michael Corner know there was no chance of tempting her away from Luna, the Ravenclaws had joined the efforts to find a way for the Omegas to bond. The Hufflepuffs attempted to make up for Macmillan’s display with access to the journals their families possessed. With Draco and the Slytherin’s help, all the houses were officially in on the project.

The 8^th Year’s dormitories and common room now housed what Hermione believed to be the largest collection of texts on Alphas and Omegas ever assembled. As Ron had said, most families guarded their journals, both for the explicit sexual nature, and, Hermione suspected, because of the details of sexual assault and coercion of Omegas.

Hermione sat in the library with Theo and Draco two days after the first Quidditch match of the year. Much to her surprise, Ron had warmed to the friendship. He still didn’t like “the snakes” but he was impressed by their devotion to helping Ginny. Hermione too didn’t see an alterior motive. It may have been the most selfless thing a Malfoy had ever done.

Hermione pushed the journal she was reading away from her. Tears fell from her eyes and she didn’t want to damage the ancient pages. It was an Omega journal Harry had found in the attic of Grimmauld Place. The poor unnamed woman was sold to an Alpha who must have been part of The Nobel and Most Ancient House of Black. He was a violent and sadistic man. The Omega detailed some of the damage done to her body. The worst was the damage to her soul though. The Alpha murdered her childhood love, a beta witch, when he found the love letters the Omega had hidden in the floorboards. The last pages were the Omega’s suicide note.

Theo and Draco looked from her tears to the journal and skimmed its pages. Theo withdrew in horror and Draco looked sick.

“I’m going to have to go work for the bloody Ministry,” Hermione said, wiping her tears from her eyes.

“What?” Theo asked, while Draco’s brow furrowed. “You applied to the wizarding and muggle programs I thought. You’re going to do – what is it – genetics?”

Hermione nodded, “I was, but reading all of this... The laws that allow these Omegas to be hurt can’t stay in the books. They need protections. All this information,” she gestured to the books they’d accumulated, “needs to be published. Getting permission from the families alone will be a full-time job.”

“Hermione, your work is important,” Theo said. “You don’t have to do everything.”

“No one else is going to do it, Theo,” Hermione said curtly. “No one cares about Omegas.”

Hermione nodded to herself. She could do it. She could put those geneticist dreams aside. She would have sway at the Ministry. Just the thought of entering that gaudy Atrium every day made her depressed. She had to do it anyway. She couldn’t let this injustice go.

“I care,” Draco said. His voice was softer than she had ever heard it. “I’ll do it.”

Hermione looked at him, perplexed.

“As you may know,” Draco said, a sad grin on his face, “I have an obscene amount of money and a ruined reputation. Not to mention a moral debt that I can’t ever repay. I can do it. I can get the laws changed.”

Theo was nodding next to him. “Granger none of the purebloods would ever let you publish their dirty secrets, even anonymously. Prejudiced fucks. I’m a pureblood and I’ve been told I am so charming it is hard to resist.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “I’ll get it all published. Fuck, I’ll start a publishing house and do it myself now that dear ol’ dad is dead. Nott My Father’s Books, how’s that?”

“That is an awful name,” Hermione responded. “Do you mean it? You would actually devote your life to this? Both of you?”

“Well, it won’t take our whole bloody lives Granger,” Draco said sternly. “I think we could get it done in,” he looked at Theo, “five years?”

“Eight at the outer limit,” Theo said nodding.

“And I wouldn’t have to work at the Ministry?” Hermione asked rhetorically in a tone of wonder.

“You will have to call in a lot of Golden Girl favors to get things started once I’m a solicitor,” Draco said, “but you would never have to work at the Ministry.”

“Oh Godric, call me Hermione. Don’t ever call me the Golden Girl again.”

Hermione looked at them. Relief flooded her veins. She didn’t have to do it all. Didn’t have to save the world alone. These horrible boys had grown into rather wonderful men.

“Do you want to do this?” she asked them.

They looked at each other.

“Hermione,” Draco said slowly, “I didn’t think I was going to live this long. I had no idea what I was going to do when this year ended. This is a good path for me, better than any I thought I would find.”

“I was going to fuck my way through most of Europe,” Theo said.

Hermione saw Draco’s pupils dilate slightly. Interesting.

“This is a more noble plan I think,” Theo finished. “Besides I think Draco and I would be rather good business partners.”

“Yea?” Draco asked. Hermione had never seen him smile like that.

“Yea,” Theo grinned back.

*

Harry’s heart sank when Hermione entered their room looking grim. Ginny and Luna’s heat ended today. Her expression meant they hadn’t bonded.

“What happened?” Ron said, wrapping Hermione in his arms.

“They bit each other bloody and still aren’t bonded more than they were before,” Hermione said, resting her forehead on Ron’s chest.

“Are they okay?” Harry asked. He didn’t like the sound of bitten bloody.

“Yes,” Hermione said, kissing Ron before flopping on the couch next to him. “Ginny sent a Patronus and I patched them up fine. I’m scared for them though.”

“Me too,” Ron said, sitting next to them as Harry nodded in agreement.

“We’ll figure it out,” Hermione said.

“We always do,” Harry nodded.

“Can’t be worse than Gringotts,” Ron added.

“Was Ginny’s Patronus always a rabbit?” Hermione asked.

“I don’t think it had a form in the DA,” Ron said thoughtfully.

“Luna’s is a hare,” Harry said, remembering.

Hermione smiled. “Rabbits are like hares, but less solitary.” Her face grew serious. “They can feel each other the way you can feel us, Ron. It shouldn’t be possible. I haven’t found it in any of these books. And yet…” she trailed off.

Harry took in the pile next to their bed that they hadn’t begun to delve through. With a little sigh he summoned the top three towards them. They each took one and began to read.

Chapter Text

Hermione was nervous to miss three days of school for a sex marathon. The signs that Ron’s rut was approaching were everywhere. She squirmed a little with residual arousal as she felt some of Ron’s cum pool in the gusset of her panties. It was only her friendship with Theo that gave her the confidence she wouldn’t fall terribly behind.

“Hermione, I swear I will take good notes. Better notes than you,” Theo said. “I’ll even color coordinate them how you like.”

“I feel guilty,” Hermione confessed.

“Guilty for missing class? Come on Hermione, you could pass your NEWTS today if you wanted,” Theo admonished her.

“No!” she blushed. “Guilty that I am looking forward to it.”

Theo laughed hard. “Tell Weasley that and I bet he’ll go into his rut that moment.”

Hermione decided to test the theory. She would rather Ron go into his rut Wednesday evening so she’d have all day Sunday to try and catch up. She told Neville to cap Ron’s teeth after dinner and requested the house elves bring a supply of food under stasis charms.

“Why’d you have Neville cap my teeth?” Ron said as he and Harry entered the room. “I’m close, but I am not rutting yet.”

“Do you need anything else?” Hermione asked Harry who snagged a treacle tart the house elves had left.

“I’m ready,” Harry said, shoving half the slice into his mouth. “I don’t want to go to Potions tomorrow anyway.”

“Ron, today I told Theo I feel guilty,” Hermione said, rather dramatically.

Ron practically flew to where she was seated on the couch.

“Guilty? Love, why do you feel guilty?” he said, smoothing his hands over her arms. “Guilty about missing class? You don’t have to stay with me, neither of you do. I can get through it alone.”

“Ron,” she covered his mouth gently with her hand, “I feel guilty because I am excited to miss class to have sex for three days.”

Ron gave a triumphant cry and pulled her in for a kiss. Hermione laughed when she fell flat on her back from the ferocity of the kiss. Harry chuckled behind them. The silvery Alpha wards sprung from him and they were in their own world again.

Hermione pressed herself firmly into Ron who drew her close. She rolled her hips against his rapidly hardening cock. Ron moaned and began kissing and biting down her neck. Hermione panted, arousal bubbling in the pit of her stomach.

Effortlessly, Ron hoisted Hermione into the air. She wrapped herself around him and began to suck a love bite under his neck. Ron carried her through the air, depositing her unceremoniously on the bed.

“Clothes off,” Ron said to Hermione in his Alpha voice.

She felt her cheeks heat with arousal and began to strip, school clothes tossed to the floor. Ron pulled Harry to him. The boys kissed and Hermione slid a hand between her legs as she watched. Ron pulled Harry’s robes off. Hermione grew wetter when Harry sighed as Ron’s lips followed the path his unbuttoned shirt made. Harry’s trousers soon followed and Ron knelt, sucking Harry’s cock briefly into his mouth after he’d licked the precum from the tip.

“Wait here a moment,” Ron said to Harry with a final kiss.

Hermione grinned as Ron joined her on the bed. He kissed her as he lifted her again. She came to rest on her back, her head hanging just off the edge of the bed. Ron lavished his tongue on her nipples. He kissed his way down her stomach and bit her inner thigh hard. Hermione gasped with pleasure as Ron began to worry a bruise there.

“I like when you mark me,” Hermione said when he pulled back to admire his work.

“Does it hurt?” Ron asked, a thumb trailing gently over the rapidly darkening bruise.

“A little,” Hermione said, and Ron looked up to search her expression, “but I like it. You can bite harder.”

Ron grinned and dove down to the other thigh. He bit and sucked, drawing the blood to the surface quickly. Hermione gasped and arched her back. She felt the sensation travel straight to her cunt. She was close to cumming now.

“How was that?” Ron asked, taking in the pretty picture the love bites made.

“I’m close,” Hermione said breathlessly.

Ron grinned. His teeth were sharp behind the cap. He bent again. His mouth latched on to her clit at the same moment his thumbs pressed into the bruises he’d made. Hermione’s orgasm crashed over her like a wave. She cried out as she bucked her hips into Ron’s mouth. He sucked harder, another orgasm following the first. She felt her arousal spill out of her. Ron’s tongue extended to lap up her cum as she took steadying breaths.

Upside down, Hermione could see Harry stroking his cock as he watched. Their eyes met and he grinned. She extended an arm and he walked to her, kissing her upside down. She enjoyed the unfamiliar sensation of the flat of their tongues sliding against each other as her mouth opened for him. Harry’s hands came down and squeezed her breasts making her sigh. Ron spread Hermione’s legs further and she broke the kiss to look at him. Ron grinned at her and Harry, cock in hand.

“You are gorgeous together,” Ron said, fist stroking along his thick dick. “Hermione, I’m going to fuck your cunt. Harry will fuck your face.”

Hermione moaned with pleasure, pulling Harry in for another kiss. She knew Ron would stop if she asked. He could probably smell her discomfort as soon as she felt it during a rut. Yet, the authoritative tone made her desperate for him, for Harry too.

Pushing her knees up to her sides, Ron positioned himself between her legs and pressed the head of his cock in. Hermione keened at the stretch.

“Are you bigger during your rut?” Hermione asked as the head slid inside her.

Ron seemed to puff up a little with pride. “You’d know better than me.”

“You’ll have to tell me what you think,” Hermione said to Harry who bent to kiss her again.

“I look forward to it,” Harry said softly, thumb stroking her cheek.

Hermione whimpered a little as Ron pushed in her. She felt her passage open to him, forcing herself to relax as Ron slid deeper. With a little sigh, Ron bottomed out inside her and bent to kiss her. He really did feel enormous. She’d wanted to see if she could fit both her boys in her pussy but there was clearly no way. Maybe someday they could try it in her arse. That thought was particularly arousing and Hermione rolled her hips to try to get Ron to move.

“Let Harry get in your throat first,” Ron said, breaking the kiss. “Then you can cum on my cock.”

Hermione trembled with arousal and tilted her head back. Ron grabbed her wrists in each of his hands and pressed them to the bed, pinning her there.

“Open your mouth,” Ron ordered.

Hermione did so eagerly, enjoying Harry’s little sigh at her obedience.

“Stick your tongue out,” Ron added. After she did, he turned to Harry, “Slide all the way in. Go slow, but don’t back out when she gags. She can handle it.”

Hermione clenched her cunt around Ron’s cock. She could handle it. She was aching for a rough fuck. The tip of Harry’s cock rested against her outstretched tongue. Slowly the head slid into her open mouth. Hermione tightened around Ron again and he slid gently out and then all the way in again. It gave her no relief and turned her on further, which was probably his goal.

The tip of Harry’s cock reached the back of her throat and Hermione willed herself not to gag. She did anyway as Harry slid deeper, choking a little. Harry did as Ron said and pushed at the same slow pace into her throat. The gagging stopped as he slid further in. Hermione was clenching around Ron, desperate to cum. Harry slid his full length inside her and stopped. Hermione’s breaths came from her nose in little puffs. She gave a whine, pinned there, stuffed with her lover’s cocks.

“Together,” she heard Ron say, along with the sounds of kissing above her.

Torturously slow, Harry and Ron slid out of her holes simultaneously. When only the heads of their cocks remained in her cunt and mouth they slid back in again. When they filled her fully a fifth time, Hermione was dizzy with arousal. Ron’s hands moved to her thighs and Harry’s hand clasped her throat gently.

They began to fuck her in earnest. Harry was gentle with her throat, but fucked her fast. She couldn’t hope to swallow and felt saliva drip out of the corners of her mouth as she held herself open to him. Ron was not gentle. Using her legs as leverage, he pounded into her hard. After the slow build, Hermione was overwhelmed with pleasure. She came quickly, crying out around Harry’s cock.

“Fuck, Hermione,” Harry said. “Swallow.”

He pushed into her throat and she swallowed around him. His fingers traced the outline of the tip of his cock in her throat. He thrust fast, moving only an inch, never pulling out of her throat. She heard his sigh and felt the warm cum slide down her throat. She nearly came again. It was filthy to not even be able to taste his cum. Harry pulled out slowly, saliva stretched from her open mouth to his softening cock.

Ron had not slowed as Harry came, continuing to pound into her. Hermione met his eye and he gave her a positively devilish grin. Harry collapsed onto the bed and began playing with her nipples.

“Do you like getting fucked hard, darling?” Ron asked.

“Yes, Alpha,” Hermione said. Her voice rasped slightly from Harry’s cock.

“Godric,” Ron thrust harder into her. He liked when she called him Alpha. “Pinch her nipples hard, Harry. Don’t stop until she comes,” Ron said, the Alpha voice creeping through.

Harry did as he was told. His strong fingers clasped her nipples without mercy, pinching them tightly and pulling them away from her body. Hermione thrashed and cried out. It hurt terribly. It made her desperately wet. Ron thrust hard and she came, cunt clenching desperately as she did. Harry let go of her nipples and the sensation of blood flow returning made her cum again.

Her orgasms must have sent Ron over the edge because he came, thrusting hard into her body. He buried his cock deep inside her and she crossed her ankles behind his back, holding him close. Ron lay on top of her, catching his breath. Harry stretched alongside them and kissed her slightly slack mouth.

“Three days of this,” Hermione murmured happily.

*

Three days later, Harry had lost track of how many times he’d cum. He lay on his stomach, kissing Hermione lazily as Ron fucked into him from behind. Hermione was right, as always, Ron was definitely bigger during his rut. He hadn’t noticed last time, hadn’t been able to compare it to Ron outside of his rut, but he was definitely bigger. Harry groaned as Ron thrust against his prostate particularly hard. It was decadent pleasure. Nothing to do, nowhere to go, just feeling.

“He’s getting close to the end I think,” Hermione said softly, biting his lip.

It was true. Ron had stopped speaking several hours earlier. His cock no longer softened after he came. He licked Harry’s neck as often as he kissed it. Harry moaned as Ron began to pound into him, chasing his release. Harry couldn’t cum again so soon but he felt his cock hardening. Ron smacked his arse, making him clench. Ron pressed deep inside him, and bathed Harry’s neck with his tongue as he came.

Harry was panting with desire, arousal climbing to the surface as Ron slid out of him. He moved to turn onto his back, to look at Ron, but a hand on his thigh stilled him. Ron’s hands grasped his arsecheeks and pulled gently, exposing his hole. Harry grinned as Hermione moved to join Ron. He wriggled with the delight of his lovers enjoying the sight of him debauched. Two tongues began to lap around his arsehole. Harry cried out in pleasure. It was filthy. It was heaven.

Suddenly, Harry was flipped onto his back.

“Need you,” Ron said, kissing Harry frantically. “Need you both.”

Hermione and Harry grinned at each other. Ron hadn’t asked Harry to fuck him since his last rut. Harry was curious if it would happen again. Hermione had confessed to him that she was rather desperate to see Ron on Harry’s cock.

“Can I watch him slide in you?” Hermione asked Ron, kissing him gently.

Ron nodded and settled on all fours. Hermione knelt behind him next to Harry. She kissed Harry gently and spread lube all around Ron’s hole. The first time, Harry hadn’t been able to take in the sight of Ron opening up beneath him, he intended to enjoy it this time.

His finger trailed a gentle path around Ron’s hole. He pressed the tip in gently and it slid in with ease. Hermione exhaled through her nose and Ron moaned a little. Harry enjoyed the feeling of pressing into Ron, watching his body open up. A second finger joined the first and Harry found Ron’s prostate. Ron groaned and bucked his hips against Harry, a clear message to get on with it.

Grinning, Harry spread lube on his cock. Maybe Ron would let him take him slowly next rut. He pressed the tip against Ron’s hole firmly. Hermione let out a full gasp at the sight of it sliding in. Ron did look rather gorgeous bent over like this. Harry pressed in firmly as Ron’s hole fluttered a little around him as he adjusted to the stretch. Finally, Harry was balls deep inside Ron who gave out a shuddering moan of pleasure.

Hermione seemed entranced. She extended her finger and traced Ron’s hole gently, feeling it stretched around Harry’s cock. Ron sighed. Then an arm extended and grabbed Hermione, pulling her beneath him.

“That was so sexy, Alpha,” Harry heard Hermione say to Ron. “Could you smell how wet I was, watching him stretch you?” Even Hermione’s dirty talk could earn an Outstanding.

Ron grunted and Hermione gave out a moan that must’ve been Ron’s enormous cock splitting her. Harry began to move, thrusting into Ron who pressed inside Hermione with each push. He adjusted the angle and found Ron’s prostate. Ron shot him a smile over his shoulder.

Ron took over the rhythm after a short while. He pressed himself back onto Harry’s cock and then forward inside Hermione. The sounds of their coupling and the tightness of Ron’s arse made Harry pant. He felt himself coming closer and closer to orgasm. This deep in the rut, Harry felt connected to Ron and Hermione in a way he couldn’t quite put into words. He staved off his orgasm, sensing somehow that Ron wasn’t ready to cum yet. When Ron began thrusting harder, Harry let himself go, embracing his release. He heard Hermione begin to cum and that sent him over the edge. He grabbed Ron’s hips and pressed deep inside him, spilling his seed. Ron came with a roar, arching into Hermione.

Slowly, Harry pulled out of Ron, enjoying the sight of his cum spilling out of Ron’s arse. Ron was practically unconscious. One arm, pulled a spent Hermione to his chest, while the other pulled Harry down on his other side, eyes closed all the while. Harry settled in, kissing Ron, then Hermione. He fell asleep in the warmth of Ron’s arms.

Chapter Text

Harry had forgotten to eat again. Ron watched Harry and Malfoy’s figures draw closer as they returned from the Quidditch pitch. The ball of sensation that was Harry in his stomach was elated from the thrill of flying but beneath lay an ache of hunger.

“Well, hello,” Harry said, kissing his frown in greeting.

“You didn’t eat lunch or dinner again,” Ron said sternly.

Harry looked surprised. “I didn’t even notice,” he said.

“You’re hungry,” Ron admonished him, handing over the roast beef sandwich he’d collected from the kitchens, “I can feel it.”

Harry nodded and began eating as they walked towards the third-floor corridor. Ron felt himself relax. His mate was taken care of.

“What do you mean you can feel it?” Malfoy asked suddenly.

“I can feel that Harry’s hungry,” Ron said. Malfoy was a bit slow sometimes. “He is my mate. I could feel his joy from flying and I could tell he was hungry even if he didn’t notice.”

“Did you bond Harry and Hermione?” Malfoy asked, peering at Harry’s neck.

“No,” Ron said, trying to shut down the conversation. This was rather personal.

“You shouldn’t be able to feel them yet,” Malfoy said, surprise in his voice.

“Well, I can,” Ron snapped.

“If you can… well that means…” Malfoy was lost in his thoughts. “Do you know where Hermione is? I need to speak with her.”

“She’s annoyed right now,” Ron supplied.

“Probably the common room,” Harry said, finishing his sandwich. “It’s never quiet enough there for her to concentrate. Do you have another of these? They’re quite good, Ron.”

Ron smiled and handed him a second sandwich out of his bag.

*

Hermione agreed with Malfoy that Ron’s ability to sense them unbonded ran contradictory to the Ministry’s official line. At Hermione’s request – not Malfoy’s – Ron agreed to undergo testing with his mates to document this phenomenon. He was begrudgingly impressed by Malfoy’s zeal for his newfound career path. He’d never expected Draco Malfoy’s passion to be in advocating for legal protections for Omegas. According to Hermione and Malfoy, any documentation contradicting widely accepted knowledge about Alphas, Omegas, and betas, could be important.

Three healers met Ron, Harry, and Hermione in an unused classroom one Friday evening. Malfoy had hired the independent team to test Ron’s sense and document their findings. The healers first confirmed the three were indeed unbonded and took stock of Ron’s general health.

“You’ve spent two ruts with Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger?” the pinched looking healer asked.

“Yes,” said Ron.

“And you intend to mate them?” the healer asked.

“Yes,” Ron said firmly, “if they still want me when we are a bit older.”

The healer’s mouth was pressed into a skeptical line. “And you claim you can sense their emotions? Though you are unbonded and that is not possible.”

“Yes,” Ron said, eyes narrowing to slits. He did not like this woman.

“Our hope was you could test this Healer Collingwood,” Hermione said. “Perhaps if you and Healers Murphy and Pike induce different emotions in Harry and I, you can then verify Ron’s accuracy in identifying our experience.”

“Yes, Ms. Granger,” Healer Collingwood said tersely. “That is why we are here.”

Ron did not like this woman taking that tone with his mate, but a glance from Hermione told him to leave it be. Healer Murphy led Hermione into another room and Healer Pike took Harry into a third. Healer Collingwood stayed to supervise him. Bloody joy.

“When you ‘sense’ these emotions in your ‘mates’ please inform me,” Collingwood said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ron took a steadying breath. Hermione wanted them to do this. Hermione said it would help Ginny and Luna. That is what mattered.

“Harry is amused,” Ron said. “Hermione is irritated. I don’t know if they’ve started yet though.”

Collingwood made a note on her pad. They continued like that for perhaps ten minutes. Ron named emotions as he sensed them and Collingwood noted them on her pad until-

“Hermione!” Ron exclaimed, leaping up from his chair. “She’s terrified!”

He ran out the door and turned in the direction Hermione had left. He heard her little whimper coming from the closed door on his right. He yanked on the handle. It was locked.

“Hermione!” he bellowed.

He was stronger than he used to be. He ripped the handle from the door and used the circle it left behind to yank the door open, shattering the door frame in the process. Hermione was huddled on the ground in front of a chest. Murphy was forcing the trunk closed over a face. Bellatrix. Hermione’s boggart.

Ron was across the room and had Hermione in his arms by the time he’d taken stock of the situation.

“You’re okay darling,” he said, picking her up. “It’s a boggart. She’s dead. You’re okay.”

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She buried her head in his neck and sobbed.

“We’re done,” Ron said firmly to an astonished Collingwood who’d appeared in the doorway. “Malfoy will get your findings.”

Ron collected Harry from another unused classroom and carried a sniffling Hermione to their dormitory, murmuring soothing words the whole way. He sent a terse Patronus to Malfoy letting him know what happened. Ron and Harry pressed Hermione between them in bed, as though by circling her, they could take the past away. Hermione cried and then was terribly embarrassed over her outburst.

“Shut up, Hermione,” Harry said. “I wake up screaming once a week.”

“It was just a boggart though,” Hermione said, wiping her tear tracks. “I should have known it wasn’t her.”

“None of that,” Ron said, kissing the top of her head. “She tortured you. It would be strange if you weren’t afraid. That Murphy should never have surprised you with a boggart.”

“It worked though,” Hermione said. “They have to believe us now.”

Malfoy turned up at their door with a copy of the report documenting just that later in the evening. He also brought dinner and a very sorry expression.

“Hermione, I apologize,” Malfoy said in a rush when they answered the door. “I had no idea they would bring in a boggart. I never would have sent you in there unknowing.”

“As long as it worked,” Hermione said cheerfully, reading the report as she ate, “it was worth it.”

Ron found himself exchanging exasperated expressions with Malfoy of all people.

“Ron,” Hermione said after Malfoy had said goodbye, “your Patronus is different.”

“Caught that, did you?” Ron said, looking down.

“He’s blushing,” Harry exclaimed. “What is it?”

Ron opened his mouth to speak but Hermione cut him off. “When was the last time you cast one, Harry?”

“Dunno,” he said, thinking. “Maybe over the summer? Oh yes, when I got trapped hiding from Skeeter at the Ministry and you had to come get the door open.”

Hermione smiled at the memory. “Cast one now, I want to see something.”

Harry took a deep breath and looked at Hermione and Ron. Ron’s heart swelled at the expression on his face. Harry cast. From his wand emerged, not a stag, but –

“An otter,” Harry said, astonished.

Hermione grinned and cast her own Patronus. Ron followed suit. The three otters swam through the air. They drifted together, clasping hands to remain linked as they floated on their backs before vanishing.

“Who’s the Alpha now, Ronald Weasley?” Hermione said with a triumphant grin.

Chapter Text

“Harry, is Weasley serious about Christmas?” Draco said by way of greeting, sitting next to him in the Common Room.

“About Christmas at the Burrow?” Harry asked. “Yes, Mrs. Weasley invited you all.”

Draco was silent for a moment. “Theo said he was serious.”

“What else did Theo say?” Harry asked.

“He said to pull my head out of my arse, support my mother, and be grateful people are kinder than I expect,” Draco said with a little grin.

“Theo is like your Hermione,” Harry mused.

“What do you mean?” Draco said quickly, eyes searching Harry’s.

“Usually right about things, emotionally in-tune, the smart one,” Harry said, confused by Draco’s reaction.

Draco relaxed, but seemed somehow disappointed. “He is all that I suppose, ridiculous, gorgeous curls too.”

Gorgeous curls, huh? Draco hadn’t even protested that he was the smart one.

*

“My parents got their house back!” Hermione said triumphantly, reading a letter from her mum over her toast.

“That’s wonderful, darling,” Ron said, kissing the top of her head. Harry pumped a fist in celebration.

“Would you two mind terribly if I stayed with them over the holidays?” Hermione said in a rush. “I want to help them settle in.”

“Can we come?” Harry and Ron asked in unison.

Hermione was taken aback slightly. They’d never asked to come to her family home before.

“I don’t expect you to,” Hermione said. “I can even stay at Grimmauld Place if you don’t want to sleep without me. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Hermione,” Ron said, “do you want us to come stay with you at your parents?”

“I’m worried you’ll feel obligated. Neither of you ever-” Hermione trailed off.

“We never made an effort with your parents, with your life outside of Hogwarts before,” Harry finished, taking her hand in his. 

“I think I speak for both of us when I say we’d like to make up for it,” Ron said, gathering her other hand.

Hermione’s heart ached with the enormity of the love she felt for them both.

“Thank you,” she said simply, “I would like very much if you came to stay with my parents over the holidays. I’ll write Mum today.”

“They’re already coming to Christmas dinner at the Burrow, yea?” Ron said, turning back to his breakfast.

Hermione nodded.

“How do you feel about Draco meeting your parents?” Harry asked, passing Ron his tea.

She shrugged. “It’ll be a good test, see if he’s really changed. Dad hated him, would get so mad in his letters. We’ll see how Draco handles it. If he is rude, I can just hex him. I think Pansy and Theo would cover for me.”

“Just don’t do it in front of Mrs. Malfoy,” Harry said with a laugh. “I do owe her my life after all.”

*

Ron was quite enjoying his first Muggle holiday. The house was lovely. Hermione cried when Mr. Granger parked in front of her childhood home. He and Harry had hung back, holding hands while the Grangers held each other in the front garden. Hermione had practically skipped through the house, showing them the setting of so many childhood memories. Mrs. Granger had cried again when Hermione used a fiddly bit of magic to remove the paint on a doorframe, revealing the pen marks of Hermione’s height as she’d grown. 

Mrs. Granger was a wonderful cook. Ron had never had Nigerian food before, and after taking thirds of everything he was fairly certain he’d won her approval. If it hadn’t been then, it had been his genuine delight at the dishwasher. Harry and Hermione teased him mercilessly that he was turning into his da.

Mr. Granger drove them to a Christmas tree farm outside their suburb. Hermione inspected the rows of trees thoroughly before selecting one. Ron was freshly charmed by her dedication to finding “the best tree.” An attendant moved to help them strap it to the roof of the car, Ron waved them away, hefting the tree by himself. He hadn’t missed the blazing looks on Hermione and Harry’s faces when he lifted the seven-foot tree above his head.

Decorating for Christmas was lovely. Ron kept his awe over the electric fairy lights to himself. Mr. Granger poured whisky and put on a record of someone called Ella Fitzgerald who sang Christmas songs Ron had never heard before. Hermione danced with her mother as she hung ornaments.

“Did you do this with the Dursleys?” Ron asked Harry quietly.

“Oh no,” Harry gave a dark laugh. “They’d lock me in the cupboard when they decorated.”

Ron’s heart hurt. The things Harry had to live through. He cupped Harry’s face in his hand. Harry looked at him, face pinched slightly.

“I’m so sorry, love,” Ron said.

Harry closed his eyes briefly. “Sometimes I wonder what it would’ve been like with my parents. If my mum would’ve wanted to do the tree the Muggle way.”

“I like to picture that,” Ron said, tucking an arm around Harry. “Sirius would’ve dressed as Father Christmas.”

Harry gave a shaky little laugh. They sat in silence for a moment, watching Hermione laugh with her parents over an ornament she’d made in primary school.

“I am glad I lived,” Harry said finally. “I am so glad I lived long enough to make traditions of our own.”

Ron kissed Harry then, even though the Grangers were rather proper.

“I am so glad you did too,” he whispered.

*

Harry and Ron woke on the morning of Christmas Eve to raised voices. Hermione was not in bed with and her voice drifted under the door.

“Mum, Dad, please. You have to understand that I did it to protect you. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Harry exchanged a look with Ron and they began dressing quickly. Hermione had been having this argument with her parents since their memories were strong enough to understand what she’d done. Harry thought it was a testimony to how effectively she’d protected them from the war that they didn’t understand the necessity.

“Hermione, we could have lost you forever. Your doctors might’ve not recovered our memories.” Mr. and Mrs. Granger’s voices overlapped. “You didn’t ask us. You didn’t tell us how much danger you were in. It wasn’t your decision to make.”

“I swear, I didn’t have another choice. They would’ve killed you. They would’ve tortured you to get me to come out of hiding.” There was a plea in Hermione’s voice now. She was desperate for her parents to forgive her.

At the top of the stairs, Harry and Ron hesitated. Harry wanted very badly for the Grangers to understand what Hermione had done to protect them. He didn’t know if Hermione would appreciate his interference though.

“Enough, Hermione,” Mrs. Granger said. “We’ve heard it before. Your father and I are walking down to the bakery to get breakfast. We’ll be back shortly.”

There was the sound of coats being put on and the front door opened and closed. Harry and Ron clattered down the stairs and found Hermione staring at her hands on the sofa. They enveloped her from either side. She wasn’t crying, which Harry found frightening.

“I don’t know if they’ll ever forgive me,” Hermione said quietly after a while.

Harry shook his head. They had to. They were being too hard on her.

“The important thing is that they are alive to be upset with you about it,” Ron said, holding Hermione’s gaze. “You did the right thing. We are all lucky you did. This will work out.”

This was the right thing to say because a tear fell down Hermione’s cheek. They sat there together, holding each other until Hermione was ready.

*

The Weasley Family Plus Partners Gift Exchange took place on Christmas several hours before the Slytherins, Mrs. Tonks and Teddy arrived. Mr. and Mrs. Granger would be collected by Floo later, preferring to have a quiet morning together. Ron felt the familiar warmth of the Burrow wrap around him like a blanket.

“Let’s get the crying out of the way,” George said.

He waved his wand and horribly wrapped packages flew in front of each Weasley sibling and their parents. Ron looked at George with confusion.

“Together. 1, 2, 3,” George said.

Ron removed the paper. Inside was one of Mum’s sweaters, this one dark green, with a large F in gold across the front. He looked up through watering eyes. Each of them held one of Fred’s Christmas sweaters.

“He had them all in his trunk at the shop,” George said thickly. “I thought it would be right for each of you to have one.”

Ron joined the rest of his brothers and Ginny in tackling George to the ground with a fierce hug. The mess of tears and stray elbows eventually detangled and they each donned their sweater. George strode over to their parents and let Mum hold him while she cried. The sweet, sentimental bastard.

Once Ron hugged every member of his family, he returned to Harry and Hermione who were both wiping away tears.

“Best present, easy,” Harry said.

It was, but the rest were lovely too. Harry and Hermione cryptically insisted he would get his gift later. They loved the simple gold chain necklaces he gave them. It made the Alpha in him purr to see their necks adorned with something from him. Harry and Hermione exchanged muggle gifts. Hermione gave Harry something called Nintendo that made Harry’s eyes light up like a kid. Harry gave Hermione a small rectangle that played music when Hermione put the “earbuds” in.

“Your parents helped me pick your favorite songs,” Harry said and Hermione beamed.

Harry sheepishly produced two identical small boxes which Ron and Hermione opened to reveal ornate keys.

“To Grimmauld Place,” Harry said, blushing.

“Harry Potter, are you asking us to move in with you?” Hermione said.

“I supposed I am,” he answered and she kissed him by way of response.

“Can I fix it? Once we graduate?” Ron asked. “Make it-”

“Homey?” Hermione supplied.

“Please,” Harry said, running a hand through his hair, “whatever you’d like, as long as I don’t have to decide.”

“Then yes,” Ron agreed, kissing him, “I’ll move in too.”

“You would’ve said no?!” Harry said indignantly as Hermione laughed.

*

“Fleur, do you have a moment?” Harry asked, after the party was in full swing.

“Of course, Harry,” she said, joining him in the kitchen.

“While you were at Beauxbaton, did you know a Clementine Moreau?” Harry asked.

He hadn’t quite been able to let go of the letter from Clementine’s father the month before. Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron waxed rather poetic about his commitment to Hermione and Harry whenever it came up, neither of which was a particularly helpful response. He figured he should seek a more concrete source of information.

“Ah, Clementine,” Fleur said with a wry expression. “She was several years below me but I knew of her. Why do you ask?”

“Her father,” Harry said, embarrassed already, “he wrote to Ron, proposing an arranged marriage. Clementine is an Omega and he couldn’t imagine Ron would want to settle for two betas.”

“Ah, you were jealous,” Fleur said. “Quite understandable. You love your mate very much.”

Harry was relieved. Finally, someone understood.

“Hermione told me to get used to it, that many people will want an Alpha. How can I get used to it?” Harry said, letting his emotion seep through.

“It was the same with my Bill until he bonded me,” Fleur said, nodding. “There will be many letters, Harry, but you will never get used to it.”

Harry felt vindicated. How could he have ever found Fleur annoying? She was brilliant.

“You do not need to worry about Clementine though,” Fleur said with a smile.

“Why not?”

“Elle este lesbienne.”

“She’s gay?!” Harry said, surprised.

“She had quite a reputation for herself at Beauxbaton,” Fleur said, with a mischievous smile, “la charo.”

“I don’t know that one, Fleur.”

“A… playboy, perhaps?” She looked thoughtful. “Like Charlie.”

“Oh,” Harry said, this was a lot of new information. “Well now I do feel bad for her, with her father trying to marry her off and all that.”

“Clementine is not the type of girl to let herself be married off. She’s the type-”

Fleur caught sight of something and trailed off. Harry turned to see Pansy finish the pint she was chugging before George. She slammed her glass down and raised her fists in victory.

“Clementine is the type to find an Alpha,” Fleur said.

*

“Are you alright?”

Ron wrapped his arms around Hermione once she’d detached herself from her parents. He’d felt sadness and relief crash over her so strongly he’d searched the house for her.

“Yes,” Hermione said. She was crying but she felt happy. “They believe me now.”

“About their memories?” Ron asked and Hermione nodded. “What changed?”

“Draco,” Hermione said with a smile. “He told them about Voldemort, about the Death Eaters he sent after my parents. They believe me now.”

Ron wrapped his arms around her tightly, sharing in her relief. He supposed he would have to thank Malfoy. No one could’ve given Hermione a better Christmas gift.

*

“Hermione,” George whispered from the stairs.

She made her way up to him, slightly tipsy from the fairy wine.

“Why are we whispering?” she asked, crouching next to him on the stairs.

“I have these new chocolates,” George said, showing her the box. “No one will accept food from me anymore.”

“What do they do?” Hermione asked, eyeing the chocolates warily.

“They make you breathe fire.”

“In your mother’s house?”

“It’s not real fire!” George looked offended. “Just looks like it.”

“You want me to give them out?” Hermione said. “It’s smart, they’d never see it coming.”

“You’ll do it?” George asked and Hermione nodded. “Oh, you’re brilliant. The Weasleys are rubbing off on you.”

“Weasley is doing more than rubbing me off,” Hermione said, taking another sip of her wine.

George laughed so hard he grabbed a stitch in his side. Hermione bumped into Theo at the foot of the stairs.

“Chocolate?” she offered, nonchalantly.

“Thanks, Hermione,” Theo said, plucking one from the tray. “This is the loveliest Christmas I’ve ever had. Should’ve befriended you earlier.”

“Glad you’re here, Theo,” Hermione said honestly.

They walked into the sitting room just as Theo popped the chocolate into his mouth. The fire was not the kind that could burn down the house but it was spectacular. Theo looked like a dragon, a rather sexy dragon, Hermione noted to herself. George howled with glee along with the rest of the Weasleys, who were used to pranks with little warning. Teddy clapped with delight in Mrs. Malfoy’s lap. Draco, on the sofa with Angelina, looked frozen. At first Hermione thought it was fear, perhaps the memory of the Fiendfyre, but no. Draco’s cheeks turned pink in what Hermione thought was definitely arousal. She’d have to tell Ginny.

*

“Oh, shoot, I forgot my bag downstairs,” Hermione said as they reached the door of her bedroom. “Ron, will you run down and get it for me? It’s in the couch cushions.”

Ron went and did just that. It had been an exceptionally successful Christmas. He was warm, a little drunk, and couldn’t wait to crawl into bed with Hermione and Harry. He found the beaded bag wedged in the back of the sofa. It must’ve fallen when they had a nightcap with the Grangers. It was only as Ron walked up the stairs that he remembered he was a wizard and Hermione was more than capable of summoning the bag herself.

Ron pushed the door open and shut it quickly behind him when he caught sight of his Christmas presents. Hermione and Harry were standing next to each other, holding hands. Hermione wore tiny red panties and an elaborate bra that pressed her breasts together and up. Harry wore a matching red jockstrap that did nothing to conceal his half-hard dick. On both their heads were enormous red bows. The sight made Ron drool.

“Happy Christmas, Ron,” Harry said, looking at him with fire in his eyes.

Ron was on them in an instant. He could hardly decide where to touch first, where to put his mouth.

“So fucking sexy,” Ron panted. “Both of you. I can barely think.”

He slid his hands down and grabbed handfuls of arsecheek. Both Hermione and Harry gave a little sigh. With an effort, Ron let go and stepped back.

“Turn around,” he ordered. “I want to see the rest of my presents.”

They did. Hermione was in a thong. The thin red ribbon outlined her arse and accentuated the dramatic curve of her back. Harry’s arse was perfectly framed by the red elastic. Ron knelt behind them. He began gently stroking Hermione’s arse while kissing his way along Harry’s. Harry sighed and relaxed into his touch. Ron opened his mouth and bit down hard, making Harry whimper. He pulled back to admire his work and the teeth marks he left behind.

“Can I have a matching one?” Hermione asked above him.

He looked up to see her coy glance over her shoulder. He used one hand to soothe the sting of his bite on Harry and began licking Hermione’s arsecheek. She arched, seeking more. Ron brought his hand down in a spank, making her yelp and shy away. He sank his teeth into the reddening skin and Hermione cried out. He could smell her arousal in the air and feel it in the bundle of sensations that was Hermione.

“Do you like your presents?” Hermione asked breathlessly.

“Love them,” Ron said. “Thank you. Now get on the bed.”

Both Harry and Hermione scampered onto Hermione’s childhood bed which they had magically enlarged to fit the three of them. Ron climbed on top of Harry and placed a heavy hand on Hermione, pushing her down on the bed.

“Stay,” he said firmly. He wanted to take his time with both of them.

Ron began kissing Harry, running his fingers lightly over his skin. Harry shivered under him and dug his fingers into Ron’s biceps. Ron continued downward, ghosting over the trail of hair pointing towards Harry’s cock. He grabbed Harry’s thighs hard and moved them up, admiring the way his bulge strained the confines of the jock strap. He kissed Harry again with a warning look to be still and moved on top of Hermione.

She was squirming with anticipation. Ron loved playing with her impatience and could see the damp spot in her panties. Ron kissed her. Her breasts heaved within the bra with every panting breath.

“Touch me, please,” Hermione said softly.

“Such a good girl,” Ron whispered in her ear.

He did as he was asked, gripping her breast tightly, making them spill out of the cups between his fingers. Hermione moaned and rubbed her panty-covered clit on his thigh. He moved his hands down to her hips, stilling them. He lowered his face into her cleavage and began licking and sucking, her breasts quickly covered in reddened love bites.

Ron looked at a panting Harry. His fingers twisted into the duvet to prevent himself from touching his cock. A brilliant idea struck him. Gently, Ron removed both their bows and set them to the side. He then picked Hermione up and placed her on top of Harry, her back flat against Harry’s chest.

“You may touch each other,” Ron said.

Hermione twisted her head and began to kiss Harry hungrily. Her hands gripped the top of his thigh and the back of his head. Harry’s hands moved to her breasts, kneading the marks Ron made there and earning a moan. It was a gorgeous sight. Ron stood watching for several moments to commit it to memory.

Retrieving his wand, Ron cast a very thorough cleaning charm on Harry. He shivered beneath the magic and bent his legs up in anticipation. Hermione broke the kiss and looked down as Ron got on the bed. Harry began to suck at her neck.

“Clever,” Hermione said as Ron shoved a thick pillow beneath Harry’s hips, exposing his hole.

Ron bit her thigh in response and began spreading lube generously on Harry. He sucked her skin and slid a finger in Harry to coat his insides. The bruises he’d left during his rut were faded and Hermione had confessed she missed the marks. Harry and Hermione were a writhing frenzy. Ron bit down on Hermione’s other thigh and pressed two fingers inside her. She came immediately and spectacularly, wetness trailing down from her cunt onto Harry’s cock where it rested against her thigh.

“I’ll have to show you this memory at some point,” Ron said licking his lips. “Such a messy girl.”

Hermione wriggled on his fingers at the dirty talk.

“Now I am going to take turns fucking you. Harry, you can cum after Hermione’s cum twice more.”

Harry groaned as Ron began to press inside him. He knew Harry relished the stretch, the little pain that made the pleasure all the sweeter. He moved slowly, letting Harry adjust to his girth. When he was fully seated, he began to move at a brisk pace. Harry pulled his thighs back further to let him in deeper. Hermione’s hands hooked beneath Harry’s knees to keep them there, binding them together. Without warning, Ron removed his cock from Harry and thrust it into Hermione. She shouted as he filled her and came again.

“What a good girl,” Ron said as Hermione’s eyes shut with the force of her pleasure, “coming on my cock like that.”

He gave her several hard thrusts before switching back to Harry who welcomed the intrusion with a moan. On it went, pleasuring his lovers stacked on top of each other. They were all sweaty and panting when Ron rubbed Hermione’s clit again as he fucked her slowly and steadily. Her orgasm built slower this time. He could practically see her pleasure approaching as a flush crept up her chest and to her cheeks. She came hard, arching her back to take him deeper as she did.

“Thank fuck,” Harry said, stroking Hermione’s sides as she came down. “I didn’t know how much longer I could last.”

Ron pulled out and was about to thrust into Harry when he had another good idea. Hermione was limp as he pulled her down slightly, moving Harry’s cock so it slid inside her slick heat. They both moaned.

“Don’t want any of that cum to go to waste,” Ron said.

He pressed into Harry. He waited, filling Harry, idly playing with his balls.

“Please,” came Harry’s strained voice.

“Please, what?” Ron said with a teasing thrust.

“Please fuck me, Alpha,” Harry said.

Ron’s blood seemed to heat in his veins. He began thrusting wildly into Harry, battering Harry’s prostate with every stroke. The force of his thrusts jostled Hermione on Harry’s cock. She sat up on Harry’s chest, getting her feet under her to meet each thrust. Harry came first. Ron could smell his cum shoot into Hermione. She shuddered and came too. Ron lasted several more strokes, desperate to wring every last bit of pleasure out of them. He finally came hard, filling Harry.

Ron pulled out quicker than he’d like to, his thighs threatening to give out. He collapsed on the bed. Ron plucked Hermione off Harry and settled her on his other side. Nuzzling in, he enjoyed the embrace of both his lovers.

“Best Christmas ever,” Harry whispered.

Chapter Text

Gryffindor flattened Hufflepuff in the second match of the year. Ginny did a victory lap around the field with the snitch held high. Hermione screamed with joy. She ran down the stairs with Harry and Ron and the rest of the Gryffindors to congratulate the team. Harry was practically bursting with pride at the dive Ginny had pulled off. He lifted her in the air with the force of his hug.

There were more alumni than usual at this match and the field was crowded. McGonagall led an authoritative wizard in yellow robes to speak to Madam Hooch and then over to Ginny. She stepped away from the group, shooting a grin to Luna as she did. Hermione was almost certain the man was a recruiter.

Hermione walked back to the castle with the rest of the students and a happily chattering Harry and Ron. The celebration in Gryffindor Tower would be one for the ages if Harry had anything to do with it. They were halfway to the kitchens with Neville, Seamus, and Dean when Hermione remembered her plant. She was experimenting in Greenhouse Six with a cross-breed of dittany and aconite. She hadn’t checked it for several days.

“I’ll meet you in the tower,” Hermione said.

“Want company?” Harry asked.

“No, go raid the kitchens,” she said as she waved goodbye.

Draco and Theo nodded in greeting as they made their way into the castle with the rest of the students. Theo had donned a Gryffindor scarf which made her smile.

The grounds were empty as Hermione left the castle. It was a brisk day and the spectators had hurried to find warmth. From a distance, she spotted a familiar shock of red hair against the back of the stands. Luna and Ginny were celebrating early. They really couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Suddenly a stunner shot out of nowhere and Ginny collapsed to the ground. Luna screamed as disarming spells hit them. Hermione began to run. A bubble of the Omega magic covered Luna and Ginny. It protected them from their attackers, but Luna couldn’t run, couldn’t fight. All around them disillusionment spells ended and men popped into sight. They fired spell after spell at the bubble of magic. Hermione was nearly within casting range. She could see the Omega magic waver and thin in places. Luna must be terrified. She sent a Patronus to Ron as she sprinted.

“The girls! On the pitch. Bring help!”

Then Hermione was dueling. She was fast and powerful, but there were a lot of men. It was all she could do to keep them busy and not get stunned herself. Her hunch was correct. She recognized one of the men from Platform 9 3/4 who’d looked at Ginny and Luna like a hungry wolf.

Minutes past. Hermione was streaming sweat. She hardly dared blink. Luna’s hold on the shield was faltering.

“Hermione!” boomed Ron’s familiar voice.

She nearly sobbed in relief. Footsteps thudded across the grounds and several spells shot around her, leaving the men she was dueling unconscious.

“Alright?” Ron barked.

“Fine!” she said, neatly stunning another man. “Get the girls!”

Harry and Ron hurtled past her to where Luna was crouched over Ginny by the stands. Theo and Draco flanked her as they fought. Neville, Seamus, and Dean rounded out their ranks, making a semi-circle around the would-be kidnappers. Hermione was no longer in fear for the girls. She wanted to incapacitate all these men so she could personally deliver them to the Ministry.

The man furthest from the fight shouted. Hermione couldn’t make out the words over the cacophony of spells but a handful of brooms soared towards them from the Forbidden Forest.

“Oh Christ,” Hermione said.

The strangers still conscious began running towards the brooms, desperate to escape capture. Harry and Ron took off after them followed by Dean, Seamus, and Neville. Hermione ran with Draco and Theo to the girls.

Luna let the shield down and hurtled something through the air on a wave of Omega magic. It exploded in front of the brooms. The Alphas closest to it collapsed to the ground, the others were stumbling. Ron and Neville stopped short, covering their noses with their hands. Harry, Dean, and Seamus kept running, stunning the men.

“Renervate,” Luna said.

A sliver of silver hit Ginny and she woke with a gasp. Luna’s hands moved over her, checking for injury.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Luna muttered. Hermione wasn’t sure who she was referring to.

“What happened?” Ginny said, her voice so small Hermione felt her heart break a little.

“Some Alpha fucks tried to take us,” Luna said ferociously.

Hermione watched Ginny’s face pale with fear before a mask of anger came down. She and Luna moved together, kissing in a way that made Hermione looked away to give them privacy. If sheer force of will could’ve bonded them in that moment, Hermione was sure they would’ve.

Theo looked furiously around at the men on the ground and went to help the others tie the men together. Draco scanned the grounds as they walked to Ron, searching for signs of another threat. Ron met them halfway and scooped Hermione into a fierce hug.

“Thank Merlin you were there,” Ron said. “You’re alright?”

“Fine,” Hermione said. “Scared. If I hadn’t been there…”

The words lingered, unspoken. If she hadn’t been there. If Luna’s hold on the magic had failed. If whatever Luna threw hadn’t worked. Then the men would’ve flown away with Ginny and Luna and theirs would be another horrific tale in a journal forgotten in a library. Hermione felt tears well up.

“I sent a Patronus to McGonagall,” Harry said as they joined him. He kissed Hermione with a sigh of relief.

“Who’s in charge?” Luna shouted.

They looked around to see Luna and Ginny stalking towards the bound strangers. Draco ran to meet them.

“Let them,” Harry said as Ron moved to intervene. “They need this.”

Someone must’ve identified the Alpha from the platform because Luna and Ginny stood in front of him. The air around them seemed to crackle with magic.

“What was the plan?” Ginny said. Her voice was positively dangerous. “How’d you pick which of you pigs got us?”

When he said nothing, Luna raised a hand. A slash opened up across his chest and began to bleed. Seamus and Dean pointedly looked away, as did Theo. No one moved to stop her or help the Alpha.

“You’re going to let this Omega hurt me?” the man shouted at Draco.

Draco moved towards him. The sneer of the Prince of Slytherin made a reappearance for the first time in years. He waved his wand and a second slash appeared beneath the first.

“I’ll help these Omegas do whatever they’d like to you. Then I’ll send the little pieces of you that are left to your mother.”

The man gulped visibly.

“What was the plan?” Ginny repeated as Draco stood behind her and Luna.

“We had an auction set up,” the man said faintly. “Omegas to the highest bidder.”

Hermione’s stomach turned. It was worse than she imagined. Suddenly a man squirmed out of his bindings near the edge of the group. Before they could act, he unstopped a vial around his neck. Seamus was on him in another instant, stunning him twice for good measure. Ginny and Luna were shaking with cold.

“Heat,” Ginny said to Hermione. “Now.”

“Run,” Hermione said. The girls took off towards the castle. “Theo, Draco, can you control yourselves?”

They nodded and ran after Ginny and Luna. Draco couldn’t be near this mess with his probation and Hermione knew he or Theo wouldn’t touch them when they were this vulnerable.

“Stay here,” Hermione shouted to Ron and Harry as she ran after them. “You’ve got to get them arrested.”

Hermione caught up to where Theo and Draco had frozen, unsure how to deal with an entwined Ginny and Luna. Hermione saw the wards begin to creep out of them. She hit them with a warming spell and they started running again.

They made their way through the castle. Hermione liberally used warming charms to keep Ginny and Luna moving. Draco and Theo cleared a path through milling students. Finally, they reached the third-floor corridor. Hermione practically shoved Ginny and Luna through the doorway. She saw the wards shoot out of them, and the door slammed shut. Hermione collapsed against it and slid to the floor, quickly joined by a panting Draco and Theo.

“We should go talk to McGonagall,” Draco said.

“We should,” Hermione agreed.

None of them moved, catching their breath. Hermione was running through the last half hour in her mind. That had been too close, unbelievably close.

“Who is Christ?” Theo asked suddenly.

“What?” Hermione said, trying to clear her mind of the image of Ginny’s unconscious body.

“When you spotted the brooms you said, ‘oh Christ’. Who is Christ?”

Hermione laughed so hard tears leaked out of her eyes. Theo and Draco looked nonplussed.

Finally, she said, “He’s the son of the Muggle Christian God. Jesus Christ. People say his name as an exclamation, like Merlin or Circe.”

“People say I have an unusual name,” Draco Lucius Malfoy said. “What kind of name is Jesus Christ?”

“We absolutely cannot have this conversation right now but, don’t let me forget to tell you that he died for the Muggle’s sins and then came back to life three days later,” Hermione said, getting to her feet.

Theo and Draco exchanged looks of astonishment.

*

“Do any of you know what Ms. Lovegood threw at her attackers?” McGonagall asked Hermione, Draco, and Theo as they entered her office. Ron was already there with Neville, Harry, Seamus and Dean.

“No,” Hermione said. “It was in her pocket.”

“Smelled bloody awful – er, excuse me, Headmistress – it smelled really bad. Like I might faint if I smelled too much of it,” Ron contributed.

“Dean, Harry, and I couldn’t smell it at all,” Seamus said.

“The fucks – sorry Headmistress – the strangers who tried to take Ginny and Luna went down like they ran into a wall when they smelled it,” Dean added.

McGonagall nodded. “We will have to wait until Ms. Lovegood and Ms. Weasley are able to tell us then. I am relieved Ms. Lovegood had it on hand, whatever it was.”

“What happened with the aurors?” Hermione asked.

“They did nothing,” Neville said, furiously.

“No arrests?” Hermione shrieked.

Harry had tried his hardest, throwing the weight of the Chosen One around. The aurors refused to arrest the Alphas for the attempted kidnapping. Omegas simply didn’t have the same protections as betas. Alphas had more.

“They arrested one of the men for possessing an illegal heat-inducing potion,” McGonagall said. “Unfortunately, our laws are far behind the times. I banned them from Hogwarts. They won’t be able to enter the grounds. It’s the best I can do.”

Hermione opened her mouth. Steam was practically coming out of her ears. Ron braced for the explosion.

“Thank you, Headmistress,” Malfoy said politely. “We’ll be going now.”

Ron took the hint and guided a fuming Hermione out of the room, followed by the others. They’d been in the kitchens when he’d felt Hermione’s terror in the pit of his stomach. Her Patronus intercepted them as they ran to her. Malfoy and Nott were passing by, heard the message, and joined them.

McGonagall was horrified when she arrived on the pitch. She’d summoned aurors immediately and argued right along with Harry for the arrests. Ron had seen the anger in her eyes at the lead Alpha’s smirk when he was escorted off the grounds.

Seamus, Dean, and Neville said goodbye when they reached the Common Room. Ron’s head was reeling with what to do next.

“Would you join us in Theo’s room for a moment?” Malfoy asked Ron, Harry, and Hermione. “I would like to help plan how to keep them safe.”

Ron found he wasn’t even surprised anymore. Instead, he felt gratitude. They needed all the help they could get.

Nott’s room was largely the same as theirs, the bed slightly smaller. Malfoy’s possessions were scattered throughout. Ron wondered briefly at the odd arrangement. He felt numbness, alongside Harry’s fear and Hermione’s fury in his stomach. He shook himself slightly. His mates needed him.

They stayed in Nott’s room for several hours and glasses of Firewhisky. Ron left only to get sandwiches from the kitchen for them all. They drew up a plan for trusted escorts between all of Ginny and Luna’s classes. They divided the free periods so they would never be without at least two others. Harry or Malfoy would fly at all of Ginny’s Quidditch practices and he or Nott would supervise Luna’s extra time in the greenhouses.

“They’re going to hate this,” Harry said as they looked over the elaborate time tables. “Ginny especially.”

“It’ll keep them safe,” Hermione said fiercely.

Ron gently pulled her into his lap and began to rub soothing circles into her lower back.

“It won’t work forever,” Ron said. “We graduate in four months, and outsiders know now. Men like them will try again.”

“We’ll find it,” Malfoy said furiously. “I’ll find it. I promised your mum. There has to be a way to bond them to each other.”

“Thank you,” Ron said, and meant it.

*

Ron and Harry had gone to bed hours ago. Hermione could tell Harry needed a cuddle, but she was wound too tight to join them at the moment. Theo dozed in his bed behind them while Hermione and Draco huddled in front of the fire. Draco showed her his notebook filled with plans for how to take down laws that made Omegas little more than cattle.

“Weasley’s data will help,” Draco said quietly. “Assuming he’s willing, continuing to collect data demonstrating that he remains healthy without the bonding ritual undermines everything the Ministry claims is true about Alphas.”

“He’s willing,” Hermione said. She flipped through the Ministry guidelines on Alphas and Omegas. “I can’t believe how little research’s been done. They state so adamantly the Alpha’s awareness of their mates is dependent on the bond, but we know that isn’t true.”

Draco nodded. “They also state explicitly that Alphas can’t control themselves around unbonded Omegas. They say Alphas will do anything to bite the Omega, even the temporary bonding outside of a heat or rut.”

“We know that’s not true either,” Hermione said. “You and Theo were with them as they went into their heat today. Plus, Ginny and Luna have fucked half the Alphas at the school.”

Draco looked relieved. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to be the one to tell you.”

“Please, Ginny has told me every sexual thought she’s had for the past five years.” Hermione scoffed as she turned the pages.

“Has she?” Draco said, then seemed to catch himself. “The Alphas have had their teeth capped during those… interactions though.”

“How do you know that?” Hermione asked, curious.

“They’ve all had Theo or I cast it,” Draco said with a laugh. “If another Alpha casts the capping spell, the Alpha with capped teeth can’t remove it themself.”

“They should’ve still tried though,” Hermione mused. “Following the Ministry’s logic, the Alphas should have bruised the girls trying to bond them. They didn’t.”

“The Ministry doesn’t know shit,” Draco said peevishly. “It also says throughout that Alphas are always sexually dominant and Omegas are always sexually submissive. It’s not just Ginevra and Luna either. Daphne’s been topping Blaise.”

“That’s another thing,” Hermione said, pointing to the passage she’d been searching for. “It specifically says that Omegas cannot stand to share their Alphas with any unbonded partners. It says here, well this is absurd, it says ‘the Omega will die of a broken heart.’”

“The only thing Daphne was in danger of dying from was cumming too many times,” Draco said.

Hemione laughed. Then, more serious, she asked, “Do you think they’ll testify? I know Neville will, but do you think Daphne, Blaise, and Pansy will too?”

“Yes,” Draco said vehemently. “They want them safe. They want all the Omegas safe. Pansy would love to implicate as many of her ancestors in the coercion of Omegas as possible in the process.”

“What else do we need?” Hermione asked.

“You to become a geneticist,” Draco said sternly.

“I’m not jumping ship,” Hermione said smiling. “I’m helping you plan.”

Draco nodded. “We need to go through the Ministry information with a fine-tooth comb and collect as much data as we can to refute it.”

Hermione nodded and opened her mouth when Theo’s voice drifted from the bed. “You need to come to bed so I can sleep, Draco. The planning can wait. Hermione, you’re welcome to join us, but I think Weasley would be rather upset.”

Checking the time, she found it was half past midnight. She rose to leave and Draco walked her to the door. On impulse she gave him a hug. His arms closed around her gently as though afraid she’d break.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“I hug my friends,” Hermione said. Draco smiled. “Plus, we did fight together today. You slashed a guy.”

“It was a good threat,” Theo said from the bed.

Draco’s smile was bigger than Hermione had ever seen it. “Goodnight, Hermione. Thank you for your help.”

Hermione climbed in her own bed, too tired to undress. A sleepy Ron greeted her next to a passed-out Harry.

“Oh gross, you smell like Malfoy,” Ron said.

He undressed her quickly and kissed her pulse points as she snuggled against him. She couldn’t smell him. Luna had told her his Alpha smelled clean, like cool, running water. She liked to imagine his scent sinking into her skin where he kissed her. Sleep crept in.

“Malfoy is a rather decent bloke, I suppose,” Ron said as he pulled her in tight.

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Of the Slytherin friends Hermione had made this year, Pansy was the most unexpected. She was the opposite of Hermione in many ways, but with a quick wit and honesty that Hermione valued. Pansy was currently lying in the Hermione’s bed bemoaning the state of her love life.

“I haven’t seen a pair of tits in months, Granger,” Pansy threw her head back as she fell against the pillows. “Give us a peak at yours? I might perish without it.”

“Pansy!” Hermione laughed. “You slept with Ginny and Luna last month.”

“Well yes,” Pansy said, seeming annoyed she knew that, “it feels like months.”

Hermione opened the window as Pansy lit up. “Filthy habit,” Hermione said, accepting a pull from Pansy’s cigarette.

“What would your teeth healers say?” Pansy shot back.

Hermione smiled. They lay in companionable silence, passing the cigarette back and forth.

“My parents disowned me,” Pansy said quietly.

“Oh Pansy! I’m so sorry.” Hermione turned to face her. Pansy’s parents seemed like nightmares from the little she knew, but Pansy didn’t deserve to be thrown out like that.

“Salazar, Granger. They literally tried to kill you and everyone like you. It’s not that much of a loss.” Pansy shook her head.

“They’re still your parents.” Hermione said softly. “Even if you don’t want a relationship with them, it’s hard that it isn’t your choice.”

Pansy nodded, as close to tears as Hermione had ever seen her.

“They’re that upset you befriended blood traitors and mudbloods?” Hermione asked, trying for humor.

“They weren’t even at my trial,” Pansy said with feigned lightheartedness. “They tried to marry me off to Marcus Flint.”

Hermione feigned vomiting which made Pansy smile.

“I think they suspected I would be an Alpha and no pureblood wants to marry their beta sons to a female Alpha. I refused Flint. It was… an explosive fight which culminated in me screaming that I was a carpet muncher. So, I was out on my arse. Mrs. Zabini always liked me though so I stayed with her and Blaise. She’s going to finance me starting a line of my designs. No great loss.” Her voice cracked slightly, making her assertion less convincing.

Hermione grabbed Pansy’s hand and squeezed. “That’s awful Pansy. I can’t say I am surprised, but it is hard to lose family even if they are, well-”

“Genocidal maniacs?” Pansy supplied, wiping an errant tear.

“Would it make you feel better if I showed you my tits?” Hermione asked. She did enjoy a bit of attention.

Pansy pushed herself to sitting, rapidly extinguishing her cigarette. “It would make me feel indescribably better.”

Hermione sat crossed legged across from her and lifted Ron’s old Quidditch jersey to expose her breasts. She felt her nipples harden in the cool air.

“They are fucking glorious,” Pansy said, transfixed. A little bit of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth.

Ron walked in at that moment.

“What the fuck?” he roared and launched himself on top of Hermione who giggled. “You can’t show Parkinson your tits in our bed, Hermione! What is wrong with you?”

“Let me know where would be an appropriate place then,” Pansy said.

Hermione felt her cheeks flush and her cunt get wet as Ron began licking and kissing her neck to get his scent deeper in her skin. Ron growled at Pansy a little which made Hermione laugh. Then, she remembered her plan.

“Pansy, in the bedside drawer there are some letters from a French tosser. Harry did some…” She wasn’t sure how to describe it and Ron at her neck was very distracting.

“Investigating,” Ron supplied.

“Stalking,” Hermione corrected. “I think the French tosser’s daughter might like to hear from you.”

“Get them and get out,” Ron hissed.

He was attempting to simultaneously remove Hermione’s shorts and prevent Pansy from seeing any more of her body. Hermione heard Pansy collect the letters from the drawer and call goodbye as she left. As her shorts hit the floor, Hermione moved to take off her top. Ron stilled her hands.

“Oh no ‘Mione, the jersey stays on,” Ron said, biting her neck. “I know it’s your body to show to people, but fuck if it doesn’t soothe the Alpha to see you with my name on your back.”

Hermione felt her cunt clench a little with pleasure. She did enjoy the possessiveness in private of course.

“I’m supposed to study with Ginny and Luna in a half an hour,” Hermione said, tilting her head to give Ron better access. “We better be quick.”

Ron chuckled softly. “Alright, let’s see what we can do.”

Their lips met and Hermione sighed. Her mouth opened and Ron slipped her tongue against hers. Her hands dug into his hair, pulling him closer. One arm held his large frame above hers, the other snaked up her thigh. She felt enveloped by his body, as though the rest of the world ceased to exist. His fingers trailed along the skin of her stomach, seeming to revel into the mountains and valleys. Then his hand slid under her panties and found the wetness seeping from her cunt. His broad finger slid inside her easily.

Ron let out a little gasp. “So wet for me.”

“I’m always wet for you,” Hermione said.

“I know,” Ron said, “I like it every time.”

Her cunt clenched again and he beamed. As his finger began to move inside of her, Hermione slid her hands under Ron’s shirt, feeling across his wide, strong chest. He slid another finger in and she moaned. As his fingers began fucking into her steadily, she felt her orgasm begin to build as a tingling in the pit of her stomach.

“You’re too tall,” she whined. “I can’t reach your cock from here.”

That made Ron grin. “Cum first, then you can have my cock.” When she pouted a little, he pressed his fingers hard into the spongy tissue on her inner wall. “It won’t take long, you’re so good at cumming.”

Hermione’s mouth found his and she let her nails scrape up his back. She was good at cumming, and Ron was good at making her cum. His fingers continued to press that special spot inside her and his thumb brushed her clit. She slipped her tongue inside of his mouth and relished in the slight scrape of his sharp incisors. With one more hard thrust, Hermione came on Ron’s hand, riding out the wave of her orgasm on his fingers.

“Delicious,” Ron said as he cleaned his wet fingers with his mouth. Hermione blushed and thought she could practically cum just from the hunger in his eyes. “Turn over, let me see my name on you while I fuck you.”

“Absolutely primitive,” Hermione said. She slid her panties off before getting on her hands and knees and looked at Ron over her shoulder.

“Fuck,” Ron said, as she winked flirtatiously at him.

“Clever comeback,” Hermione said with a grin.

Shaking his head slightly, Ron disrobed as fast as she’d ever seen him. His cock was full and hard. She licked her lips.

“I can’t think straight when you look at me like that,” Ron said, getting behind her on the bed. “I can’t believe I got so lucky.”

Blushing slightly, Hermione smiled. She knew he meant it too. Breaking the sentimentality of the moment, Ron’s hand came down hard, spanking her arsecheek. She gave a little shriek and felt her stomach tighten. His hand came down on the other cheek and she moaned. She felt her mind go blissfully clear as more smacks rained down. She loved a little spanking. When her skin was beginning to redden, Ron stopped and kneaded the pink flesh in one big hand.

“Do you want more fingers to stretch you?” he asked.

“No, I want your cock,” Hermione said. “No time, and I like the stretch.”

Ron groaned and lined up with her cunt. Hermione exhaled as he began pushing in. It was a delicious stretch. Her walls fluttered as they worked to let him in. It hurt and the slight pain cleared Hermione’s mind of anything except the pleasure of taking Ron inside her. She rested her cheek against the bed and looked up at him over the swell of her arse. He looked at her as though she was holy, as though she made the sun rise every day. Her body relaxed further and her pleasure spiraled higher as he moved deeper inside her. They were both breathing hard when Ron bottomed out.

“You’re such a good girl, taking me so deep like that,” Ron said, worshipfully. “I want you to cum with my cock all the way in.”

His fingers found her clit and Hermione gasped. He was very deep. When the attention on her clit made her squeeze him, he felt even bigger. Pleasure flowed through her and her fingers dug into the bed. His hips shifted slightly, short strokes in and out of the deepest part of her. She came again, toes curling and head thrown back.

Giving her no time to come down, Ron began to move. Big long thrusts that left her horribly empty before filling her faster than she could adjust. Without a break from her first orgasm, Hermione’s pleasure seemed to climb higher than her previous peak. She was nearly oversensitive, relishing the knife’s edge between pleasure and pain.

Ron moved her arms behind her back, holding them there for better leverage. She was pinned in place by his hands and his cock and it was bliss. She moaned steadily now, no longer embarrassed by the sounds that escaped her when the sex was this good. Ron shifted his hips and his cock dragged along her g-spot. She cried out. She only needed a little more to hurtle her over the edge.

“I’m going to fill you with my cum now,” Ron said. “Cum with me.”

She did as she was told. A spectacular orgasm flooded through her. She whimpered, feeling her cunt clench around Ron’s cock. His hips lost their rhythm as he spilled inside her, fucking her through the aftershocks as she shuddered.

“Five minutes to spare,” Hermione said as Ron collapsed on the bed next to her. “Very good.”

Ron laughed and pulled her to him. His arms and legs enveloped her in a full-body embrace. In her opinion, Alphas were more like octopi than wolves. She enjoyed the warmth for a while, exchanging soft kisses. Extracting herself, Hermione redressed quicky and gathered her things, readying to leave.

“Wait,” Ron said, sitting up from the bed, “you need a snack.”

“I’m fine, Ron,” Hermione said, slipping on her socks, “honestly.”

“Hermione,” Ron said, managing to look quite stern for someone so naked, “what are the rules?”

Hermione blushed. He loved to make her repeat the rules. One time in front of Draco and Theo. “I have to eat three meals a day… And a snack if I cum more than three times in an hour. I came three times! That’s not more than three times.”

Ron rolled his eyes and began rooting around for food. “Three times in half an hour is like six times in an hour. You’re the one who made me learn maths.”

She laughed. While it didn’t quite track logically, she did appreciate his commitment to the Muggle arithmetic course she’d forced on him. He handed her an apple and a package of crisps.

“I’m not a child, Ron,” she said, accepting the food. “I’ll eat when I’m hungry.”

“You don’t notice when you’re hungry half the time,” he said, kissing her softly. “Besides, I like taking care of you.”

She kissed him again, rather less softly, and whispered, “I know. I think I like being taken care of.”

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Hermione felt a deep contentment as she curled in her armchair in front of the fire and watched Ron alternately tease and instruct Harry at chess. Hermione and Harry had offered to throw Ron a party for his birthday. Harry had even floated the idea of getting a portkey to Paris for the weekend. Ron had waved it all away, insisting he wanted a quiet evening with his partners. He was nearing his rut, and Hermione thought he wanted to keep them close.

The appeal of Alphas had never made sense to Hermione before. Padma and Lavender’s fawning had repulsed her, and the handful of Alpha-Omega romances she’d read convinced her that it was nothing more than patriarchal oppression. That was not the reality with Ron. He took care of her and Harry joyfully, thoughtfully, and with his whole being.

With a victorious sound, Ron won the chess match, as always.

“You’re getting closer though, darling,” he said, grinning at Harry. “You’ll be a chess master yet.”

Harry laughed and kissed him gently across the chessboard. Ron pulled Harry onto the sofa, snogging him soundly. He turned towards Hermione.

“Sweetheart, I can hear you thinking all the way over here. Come sit and tell us what’s on your mind.”

Hermione smiled and moved to join them, kissing them both and settling with her legs stretched across their laps.

“Alphas. All that testosterone and still desperate for a cuddle,”

Ron laughed and gently swatted her thigh. “What is it, ‘Mione?”

“It’s too serious of a conversation for your birthday,” Hermione waved vaguely. Ron looked at her hard with a raised eyebrow and she continued. “We haven’t talked about the future much.”

Harry nodded, “I know I’ve been a bit avoidant.”

“I’ve talked about it with other people, so I am sorted, and I am trying to fuss over the two of you less. We don’t have to talk about it now,” Hermione said quickly.

“No, it is good,” Ron said with a soft smile. Harry nodded.

“I’ve been thinking about after we graduate,” Hermione chewed her lip. “I think I know what I want. But I want you both, I want us. I don’t want to dictate…”

Harry cut her off with a squeeze of her foot.

“Brightest witch of our age, my arse. We aren’t going anywhere,” he glanced at Ron, grinning. “And we would never get in the way of you and your studies.”

Ron rubbed her thigh firmly, just the way she liked. “Nothing would make us happier than to follow where you go, love.”

Tears sprang in to Hermione’s eyes and she blinked rapidly. This year was good for them, together and apart. As their relationship deepened, she’d also strengthened her other friendships. Having a truly bookish friend in Draco was a tremendous help. Yet, hearing the trust and devotion in Harry and Ron’s words meant the world to her. She slid herself into Ron’s lap, kissing Harry first and then Ron before settling against his chest.

“Well, do you want to know what it is or would you rather follow me blindly?” she laughed.

“Please tell us,” Harry smiled, wiping an errant tear that slipped down her cheek.

“I want to be a Healer.” Hermione smiled when they exchanged knowing looks. “But not just a Healer, a Muggle doctor too. I think if I can combine the two…” and she was off, describing her plans to become the first magical geneticist.  

“So, Oxford, to begin,” Hermione finished. “I haven’t been accepted yet, but… well I quite expect to be, into both the Muggle and Wizarding programs.”

Ron and Harry smiled. “Wonderful!” Ron exclaimed.

“That is quite literally perfect for me,” Harry responded.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked with curiosity.

“I applied to a Defense Against the Dark Arts mastery at Oxford,” Harry grinned.

“That’s fantastic!” Hermione exclaimed. She caught sight of Ron’s lack of surprise. “You told Ron and not me!?”

“Well, he did make me apply,” Harry said, looking chagrined. “I was being a bit of a wet blanket about the future and he forced me to submit it… and it is perfect, just what I want to do. Plus, the Professor is Portuguese and doesn’t give two shits about ‘The Boy Who Lived Twice’.”

“Oh Harry!” Hermione beamed. “And you Ron!”

Ron grinned at them both, pulling them in tight.

“Do you know what you want to do?” Hermione asked. “Do you want to do anything? I don’t know if you know this, but our boyfriend is very famous and fabulously wealthy. We could just never work.”

Ron laughed as Harry shoved Hermione playfully.

“I’ve been writing to George and Angelina. They need help in the store and I think expanding Fred and George’s dream will make me happy, and…” he cut off, blushing slightly.

“What is it?” Hermione asked as Harry waited quietly, eyes searching Ron’s face.

“We haven’t talked about having children someday. I won’t lie, the Alpha in me wants a Quidditch team of them.” Ron smiled as though imagining it. “I will be happy with the two of you always, kids or not.”

He took Harry and Hermione’s hands in his and waited for their answers.

“I think I would like kids.” Harry kept his eyes down as he spoke. “Not for a while, not until it feels more real that I won’t die before I can watch them grow, but someday…”

Hermione felt tears well in her eyes. Sweet Harry. Ron and Harry turned to look at her. 

“Of course, I will have children with you two,” she smiled at the enormous grins spreading across their faces. “Not a Quidditch team though, mind you, and not for a good long while.”

Ron pulled her to him, and kissed her deeply. His tongue licked into her mouth, leaving her gasping for air when he pulled away. He kissed Harry too, settling them both closer to him.

“Well, when that happens,” he flushed again, but straightened his back, “I think I would like to stay at home with the pups.”

“The pups!” Hermione laughed.

“At home!?” Harry’s eyes were big with wonder. “Why Ron Weasley, you big softie!” He pulled Ron in for a deep kiss.

Ron pulled away with a gasp. “Hermione, can you send a Patronus to the house elves asking for food immediately?”

“That did it?” Harry said with delight as Hermione sent her Patronus.

“Can’t talk about it,” Ron said, groaning with the effort of keeping the wards in. “Too intense. Harry, send a Patronus to Neville to come and cap my teeth.”

“Wait,” Hermione said. She’d been thinking this could be important evidence for Draco’s fight for Omega rights. “Ron, will you bite us if your teeth are uncapped?”

“Of course not,” Ron said, eyes fierce. “I would never do that without discussing first.”

“Leave them uncapped then,” Hermione said.

“I want you two to feel safe.” Ron was panting now.

A table of food under stasis charms popped up in their room.

“I feel safe,” Hermione said, wriggling against Ron. His cock was hard where it pressed against her thighs.

“I do too,” Harry agreed. Harry opened Ron’s mouth gently and pressed his finger against one of Ron’s sharp incisors. “Besides, it’s a little kinky.”

Ron groaned and the wards burst out of him. “You two will be the death of me.”

*

Ron buried his nose in the crook of Hermione’s neck, inhaling deeply. Her scent washed over him, soothing the Alpha in his chest. Hermione pulled Harry in for a kiss. Ron watched Harry’s mouth open under hers and felt his heart beat faster as their tongues met. He loved them, loved them so much it hurt at times. As they found their rhythm, it felt more real. They were together. They would make a family of their own. Raise their kids. Grow old together. His heart was so full he wanted to pour himself into Hermione and Harry, fill them with every inch of his love. The Alpha beneath his skin longed to bite them, to cement the bond, but that wasn’t happening tonight. It would come when they were ready. He would show his love by wringing every drop of pleasure from their bodies he could.

“Go stand across the room for a minute,” Ron said, tapping Hermione’s bum lightly. “Both of you. I can’t think straight for wanting to touch you.”

A slightly mussed Harry and Hermione stood across the room from him with curious expressions on their faces. Hermione’s arousal flushed her cheeks and Harry adjusted his cock within his trousers.

“I know I am… dominating with you both,” Ron said. “I want to be. Even more so. I want to be a rougher. I need to know if that is okay.”

Hermione grinned and Harry nodded eagerly. “Yes,” they said together.

“How do I know if it is too much?” Ron said. Just the thought of hurting them twisted his insides into knots.

“I think you could feel it, love,” Hermione said with a soothing voice. “You can sense when we are scared or overwhelmed or hurt.”

Ron nodded slowly. “Will you tell me though? The first moment you feel uncomfortable?”

“Of course,” Hermione said, and Harry nodded again. “While we are making requests, will the two of you fuck me together?”

Saliva pooled in Ron’s mouth. They hadn’t fucked Hermione at the same time since in months. He couldn’t wait.

“And can Hermione sit on my face while you fill me, Ron?” Harry said, with an innocent bat of his lashes.

“Any other requests?” Ron said, practically trembling with the effort to not launch himself at them.

“I don’t think we can during your rut when your dick is so enormous Ron, but I want to try fitting both your cocks in my arse sometime,” Hermione said with a wicked little smirk.

He gave up trying to fight it and raced to them, pulling Hermione to his chest with Harry flush against her back. He moved them so Harry was pressed against the wall. Hermione’s mouth opened to his and he swirled his tongue around hers.

“You like the idea of stretching me like that?” Hermione said when Ron moved to kiss Harry.

The moan from Harry’s lips was swallowed by their kiss. The image was thrilling, Hermione’s tiny hole stretched around their cocks. His awareness of Harry was all anticipation and desire.

“We like it very much, you siren,” Ron said, kissing her again.

His hand closed around her throat and Hermione melted a little between them. He felt her arousal deepen and the scent filled the air. Good to know. His wandless magic was stronger during his rut and with a whispered spell, the three of them were naked. Ron’s hand traced the gooseflesh on Hermione’s arm from the rapid change in temperature.

“Now who’s impatient?” Hermione teased.

Stepping forward, Ron pressed his lovers tighter into the wall. Hermione gasped as his cock moved along her soft belly. Harry’s dick must be buried in the small of her back. He slid a hand down to feel between her legs. Sliding a finger in, he found her sopping wet. Hermione clenched around him as he pulled the finger out as though she could hold him there.

“Do you think she’s ready?” Ron asked, sliding the wet finger into Harry’s mouth.

Harry sucked eagerly, hollowing his cheeks out. His hands moved between Ron and Hermione’s bodies to grasp her breasts firmly.

“I think she’s ready,” Harry said when Ron removed his finger.

“Do you want her arse or cunt?” Ron asked.

The feelings that were Hermione’s fluttered with pleasure. He slid a hand into her curls and pulled her head back, not yet looking at her.

“Her cunt,” Harry said, leaning up to kiss him. “I want to feel how tight she is with you in her arse.”

Feeling her shudder, Ron did look down at Hermione. She was trembling with arousal. Harry’s hands played with her nipples and he kept her head pulled back. Her pupils were blown wide and her hands traced his skin wherever she could reach.

“I’m not going to stretch you,” Ron said sweetly, bending to kiss her. “I want to feel you struggle to take it. I know you can. You are very good for me.”

Hermione whimpered into his mouth. Her hands gripped his hips and pulled him closer, searching for friction. Moving quickly, Ron spun Hermione and hoisted her into the air, one big hand wrapped around each thigh. Hermione’s hands scrabbled to find balance on the wall at either side of Harry’s head. Following Ron’s lead, Harry guided his cock into Hermione’s sopping cunt. They both gasped as Harry slid in. Hermione came unexpectedly.

“Look at you,” Ron said, nuzzling into her neck. “Cumming on Harry’s cock on the first stroke. You are desperate to be filled, aren’t you?”

Nodding eagerly, Hermione twisted her neck to kiss him. He drowned in the bliss of her mouth, rutting against her arse as she bottomed out on Harry’s cock. A whispered spell made Hermione feather-light and he handed her to Harry. Harry wrapped his hands around her arse to hold her as he thrusted. Her arms twined around his neck and their lips met in a passionate kiss.

For all his bravado, Ron was going to stretch Hermione a bit so he didn’t hurt her. A whispered cleaning spell and a summoned bottle of lube later, he was two fingers deep into her tight hole. Harry was thrusting into her. The sight of where they joined nearly made Ron cum untouched.

“So gorgeous,” Ron murmured, more to himself than them. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

They must’ve heard because Harry’s thrusts grew rougher and Hermione moaned between kisses. Ron slid a third finger into her, relishing the sight of her little hole around his fingers.

“I thought you weren’t going to stretch me,” Hermione said, a little breathless.

“That’s not a stretch?” Ron shot back, wiggling his fingers inside her to open her further.

Her retort was lost as Hermione came again, crying out as Harry continued to pound into her.

“I’m jealous of how much you can come,” Harry said. He stopped thrusting when Ron’s hand pressed against his hip. “You look so blissful.”

She did look thoroughly debauched. Her curls were thrown about, her lips swollen, and her thighs trembled with the aftershocks. A grin split her face.

“She cums harder than us too,” Ron said. “I can feel the reflection of it.”

“She would very much like to cum around two cocks,” Hermione said, grinning. “Your fingers are nice Ron, but I want that big Alpha dick.”

His arousal shot higher, though he knew she was teasing him. He wanted to give her his big Alpha dick. Removing his fingers, he quickly lubed up his cock and pressed it against her loosened hole. His hand slid around her throat and tightened. Hermione melted against him. Feeling her hole pull him in, Ron pressed hard, filling her in one thrust. Hermione came again with a shriek, her body shuddering.

“What a good girl, coming on our cocks like that,” Ron said.

Releasing her throat, he kissed her neck as she struggled to catch her breath.

“You are so fucking tight, Hermione,” Harry said in a slightly strangled voice. “Ron, I can feel your cock through her.”

The skin that separated his cock from Harry’s was stretched thin and Hermione’s channel clenched around him. Ron took Hermione from Harry’s hands and ended the spell so he could feel the weight of her again. In a flurry of hips and wet mouths, they fucked Hermione between them. Ron felt his pleasure build as Harry’s cock slid past his and their sounds filled the air.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Hermione cried as Harry shifted the angle of his hips slightly, “right there. Oh please, don’t stop.”

They didn’t, bouncing her between them as she came again. A stream of her release trickled out from the plug of Harry’s cock. Harry came too, crying out as he buried himself to spill inside her.

“Don’t pull out,” Ron said, pressing them against the wall.

Harry did as he was told, staying firmly buried inside Hermione. His gaze was slightly unfocused with the strength of his orgasm. He kissed Hermione and Ron in turn, hands roaming their bodies.

“You going to cum again for me?” Ron asked as he pounded Hermione’s arse hard. “You going to cum from my big Alpha cock in your tiny little hole?”

“Yes,” Hermione gasped out, no teasing in her voice now. “Yes, it is so good, making me so full. Please don’t stop, Ron.”

“Come with me,” he ordered, letting the Alpha tone seep into his voice.

With a scream, Hermione came again. She clamped down on his dick and he came too, filling her arse with his cum. Panting, he rested his forehead against Harry’s over Hermione’s shoulder. Hermione writhed between them, overstimulated and desperate to cum again.

“Again?” Harry asked, bemused.

“Fuck you, Harry Potter,” Hermione spat as she rubbed her clit against his stomach. “I’m filled with your cocks and your cum, and no one is moving.”

Ron chucked softly at his insatiable mate. “Rub her clit, Harry.”

A sigh of relief fell from Hermione’s lips when he did. Ron grasped her throat tightly and a little puff of air escaped her lips. He thrust his hardening cock once, twice, three times into her. She came again, limbs turning to jelly between them. Ron pulled her gently off their cocks and carried her to their bed. He deposited her onto it, curls snaking along the pillows.

“Kiss me,” Hermione said, eyes already closing with sleep.

He laughed and did. Harry did too. They pulled the covers over her. The soft sounds of Hermione sleeping followed shortly after.

*

Harry supposed that was fair enough. Hermione had cum six times in under an hour. He would probably pass out too. Honestly, he probably couldn’t survive that.

“Come here,” Ron said with a little growl, pulling him for a kiss.

He felt his body relax under Ron’s touch. He ran his finger through Ron’s hair and scratched his nails down his back to grab his arse. Ron’s hands held him firm, fingers toying with an earlobe, a nipple, the hair on his chest. Harry was gasping for breath when he pulled away. Roughly, Ron bent him over the back of their couch. He felt cool air touch his hole as Ron spread him. Suddenly, Ron bit swell of his arsecheek. Harry gasped with the pleasure and the pain of it and jerked away, pressing his hands into the back of the couch for leverage.

“No moving,” Ron said gruffly, pressing him down with a heavy hand on his lower back.

Obedient, Harry stayed still as Ron collected something from elsewhere in the room. He kissed down Harry’s spine, making him shiver with anticipation. Ron grabbed his arms and bent them behind his back. The familiar silky fabric of a tie wrapped around his wrists. Harry let out a little gasp and felt his mind grow quiet as his senses seemed to heighten.

Satisfied he had bound Harry right where he wanted him, Ron pulled his arsecheeks apart again. Harry moaned as the tip of Ron’s tongue began circling his hole. His body sang with the gentle pleasure. The tip of the tongue wiggled firmly against his hole and popped in. Harry sighed. It felt good to be opened up like this. Ron’s tongue began fucking into him and Harry cock grew hard where it pressed against the edge of the sofa. The tongue loosened him before being replaced with one, then two lubed up fingers.

“Please put your cock in me,” Harry said. He was too turned on to focus his eyes properly and he wanted to be filled.

“Don’t want to hurt you,” Ron said, wiggling his fingers inside Harry.

Harry gasped. It felt so good. “Please, I can take it,” Harry begged. “I need your cock in me. Please, Alpha.”

That worked. Ron seemed to purr and straightened, pulling his fingers out of Harry. His hole clenched around nothing and he tried to relax. He wanted Ron in him so badly he couldn’t think straight. The firm tip of the head of Ron’s dick pressed into him. It popped in with some difficulty and Harry cried out.

“You okay?” Ron said, a hand stroking soothingly down his side.

“You know that I am,” Harry said impatiently. “Please fill me. I’m so empty. Please.”

Harry didn’t consider the embarrassment of begging for cock, so intense was his need to be filled. Ron purred again and his dick began pressing firmly into Harry. Harry cried out at the stretch. It was too much and not enough at the same time. His passage opened up under the onslaught and he forced his body to relax around the intrusion. He was so hard it hurt. Ron bottomed out within him and he sighed.

“Is that better?” Ron said, bending to kiss his neck.

“Much,” Harry said with a sigh, wiggling his arse. “Now fuck me.”

“Such a bossy little bottom,” Ron said with a laugh. “Hold on.”

He began pounding into Harry. Harry’s hands scrabbled for purchase but there was none to be had bound behind his back as they were. Ron grabbed his biceps and somehow pounded him harder. It was bliss. Harry felt drool escape his mouth. He was so full. Pleasure radiated through him with every stroke against his prostate. He bounced like a ragdoll, unable to hold his body up. His cock rubbed against the couch every time he was pulled back on Ron’s hard length.

“Is this how you wanted it?” Ron asked. When Harry didn’t answer, Ron spanked his arsecheek.

“Yes!” Harry cried out. “Yes. It is so good.”

Grunting his approval, Ron maintained the quick pace. Harry was puddy in his hands. Mind somewhere in the ceiling as his body shook with pleasure. Ron pulled him up by his bound hands, pressing his shoulders against Ron’s chest. His back arched to accommodate the cock that never stopped filling him. Harry could move even less, stretched up on tip toe as Ron pounded into him. One of Ron’s hands found his nipple, the other closed around his throat.

“So bossy, and now nothing to say?” Ron whispered. When Harry only whimpered, Ron’s laughter filled his ears. “Such a good little cockslut. Going to cum just from being filled. Don’t even need to touch your cock.”

The pressure on Harry’s throat tightened and the filthy words pushed him over the edge. He came hard, cum hitting his thighs and the floor in front of them. Ron continued to pound into his arse. He shifted the angle of his hips so Harry’s prostate got the full force of pressure. It was too much. Harry tried to move away but Ron’s hands held him pinned.

“So sensitive! Ron,” Harry cried out as the fucking continued.

“You love it,” Ron said. “I can feel it. You’re hungry for it, darling.”

Harry was hungry for it. It was beyond too intense and yet blissful. His cock couldn’t get hard again so soon but the pleasure traveled through his body in waves. He moaned and felt Ron’s smile against his shoulder.

“So good for me,” Ron whispered in his ear.

Harry clenched around Ron’s cock. With a muttered curse, Ron came in his arse. Harry shivered as he felt some of the warm cum forced out by Ron’s final thrusts.

“Such a good boy,” Ron said as pulled out of Harry. “You took it so well for me.”

Once his arms were unbound, Harry turned and pulled Ron into a deep kiss.

*

Hermione came again with a shriek. Three days had passed and she thought they were nearing the end. She rubbed her clit against Harry’s tongue as she rode out her orgasm on his face. Harry’s hands gripped her thighs firmly in place, licking her through the aftershocks as though her cum was the elixir of life. Ron thrust especially hard into Harry and she felt the vibrations of his moan tingle against her cunt. Ron pressed Harry’s thighs more firmly into his chest and leaned forward to kiss Hermione. She sighed as his teeth pulled her bottom lip and his tongue soothed the ache.

She broke the kiss to spit in her palm before sliding a hand down, searching for Harry’s cock. She began stroking it as Ron continued thrusting. Harry gasped and redoubled his efforts licking her clit. Ron leaned in and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She moaned and jerked Harry faster. He came with a cry she felt more than heard. Ron pulled off her nipple with a growl and pounded harder into Harry. He came with a noise close to a howl. The sight of both her boys coming sent Hermione off again and she bounced on Harry’s tongue as she came.

In a dizzying rush, Ron lay her next to Harry on the pillows. It had been hours since Hermione had thought about what came next. She submitted to Ron and the pleasure that came with it. Her mind floated happily in the space of simply feeling and doing as she was told.

“Both. Need you both,” Ron muttered as he arranged them.

Another sign he was nearing the end of his rut. His speech was limited and very focused on making them cum. She kissed Harry briefly before Ron thrust into her. She came almost immediately, back arching off the bed as she cried out. Ron was enormous and her cunt seemed to crave being stretched as far as it would go. Ron manhandled Harry next to her until he could suck Harry’s cock into his mouth. Hermione couldn’t look away. Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head as Ron sucked. Ron’s gaze was fierce when Harry’s fingers entwined in his hair. His hips snapped and Hermione shook with the force of his strokes. She plucked at her nipples as she watched. Ron pulled off and licked Harry from root to tip, looking right at her. She came again. She could hardly clench down she was stretched so wide.

After giving her a cheeky grin, Ron sucked Harry’s cock back into his mouth. His hips snapped harder into Hermione. She felt her climax building again. Ron gagged as Harry reached the back of his throat but pressed on, swallowing his full length. Harry moaned and thrust slightly, rocking in the depths of Ron’s throat. Ron adjusted the angle of his hips and she exploded into orgasm. It felt like fire racing through her veins. Nothing existed in the world but her pleasure. Harry came did too, grasping Ron’s hair tightly as he cried out. Ron’s thrusts stuttered and his muffled moans marked his release. She felt some of his cum leak out against her thighs.

With a contented sigh, Ron pulled off Harry’s cock and out of her pussy and collapsed on the bed between them. His soft snores filled the air almost immediately and the wards that had surrounded the room faded away.

“It’s cute when he passes out like that,” Harry said, ruffling Ron’s hair fondly.

Hermione hummed agreement and kissed Harry over Ron’s head. Their noses nuzzled briefly before lying on the bed.

“Half past midnight,” Harry said, checking the time.

His eyes seemed to be closing against his will and he pulled the duvet out from Ron’s sleeping body to cover them all. Hermione’s brain whirred back to the forefront. It was Thursday, well very early Friday. She didn’t have class tomorrow but was terribly behind. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and made to get out of bed quietly. She had an Arithmancy project she should work on.

An arm shot out from the covers and pulled her in snug.

“Sleep,” Ron muttered. “Work can wait.”

When she made the beginnings of a protest, Ron pulled her in tighter, kissing her deeply.

“Please rest,” he said softly.

It was hard to argue when he said please. The bed was warm and she was tired. She wiggled in against Ron’s chest. Harry’s hand entwined in hers. She was asleep in moments.

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Time felt like it was picking up speed and the first two weeks of March went by in a flash. Harry felt a bit of dread in his stomach as he read through endless journals given to him by Draco or Hermione. It felt like they were no closer to finding a way to bond Ginny and Luna and their time at Hogwarts was ticking by. Ginny’s flying was getting truly brilliant and the thought that she would be unable to sign with the Harpies made his chest ache. Ron remained a rock. He was optimistic and dedicated, applying himself to research like Harry had never seen. Hermione was growing increasingly exasperated. She didn’t handle it well when her books failed to present an answer and Ron had to coax her to eat and sleep more often than usual.

With a grunt of frustration, Hermione slammed the journal she was reading closed, tossing it onto the table of their room.

“I thought that might be something, but just a bunch of Alpha bullshit,” she grunted.

Ron was at her side in an instant, rubbing her shoulders. “We’re going to find it,” he said soothingly. “We figured out the Horcruxes, this is nothing.”

Hermione relaxed into him. Harry felt warmth in his belly watching their Alpha take such good care of Hermione. The fading sunlight hit Hermione’s face and she tilted her head back to let the rays play on her skin. He gasped a little at her beauty. She looked like a sun goddess. Ron was watching her with a worshipful expression.

“Maybe we should take a break,” Harry said, walking over to them. “It’s important to relax.”

“I don’t think I can relax right now,” Hermione said. She contradicted her words with a languid lean into Ron’s massaging hands.

“I am sure we can think of something,” Ron said.

His eyes met Harry’s and they grinned at each other. Harry knelt on the floor between Hermione’s legs. Ron leaned her torso against his own, hands traveling down to her breasts. Harry gripped one of her thighs in each hand, pushing her skirt up as he moved towards her cunt.

“Oh, that kind of relaxing,” Hermione quipped. “I think I can do that.”

With a laugh, Harry pulled her panties to the side and ducked his head between her thighs. Hermione tasted divine. The warm musk of her scent made him shiver and he felt himself begin to get hard. Hermione moaned as he licked a broad stroke across her cunt. He looked up to see Ron had made short work of Hermione’s buttons. His hands gripped her breasts beneath her bra, teasing her nipples. Hermione twisted her neck around to kiss Ron. Godric, they were sexy. Harry dove back down to taste her again.

Hands gripped his hair and pulled him more firmly into her cunt. Harry loved when she was forceful with him. He sucked her clit into his mouth briefly before trailing his tongue lower to play with her opening. Hermione shuddered as his tongue wiggled inside her. Her hands pressed on his head and he licked as deep as he could. She was properly wet now. He slid a finger inside her with ease and returned to her clit. He played with her, her moans of pleasure going straight to his cock. He sucked her clit into his mouth and then bit down gently, just how she liked.

With a cry of pleasure, Hermione came. She writhed above him as he licked her through the aftershocks. A larger hand gripped his hair and pulled him up. He barely caught sight of Hermione’s thoroughly debauched appearance before Ron pulled him in for a searing kiss. Ron’s tongue licked across his lips, inside his mouth, chasing the taste of Hermione. He felt her hand begin to rub his erection. A pleased sigh from Ron suggested her other hand was doing the same. He bent to kiss Hermione, lost in the feeling of her lips.

There was a loud knock on the door to their room. Harry groaned.

“Who is it?” Ron barked.

“Draco. I need to talk to Hermione. It’s about the bonding.”

With a little gasp, Hermione called out, “Just a minute!”

Ron was distinctly displeased to be interrupted. He was less than helpful in righting Hermione’s clothes and she put up a playful fight to be released. Ron pulled Harry into his lap, half to cover his softening cock and half for a cuddle. Harry nuzzled into his chest appreciatively.

“Hermione, I think we need to go to Greece,” Draco said as soon as Hermione opened the door to their room.

“Why Greece?” Hermione asked.

She took the books he caried and began flipping through them eagerly. Harry saw Draco had used the Post-Its Hermione had given him. He had taken quickly to Muggle stationary, much to Hermione’s amusement.

“In Flitwick’s book, the Charms Master saw the two women in Greece on the shores of the Aegean,” Draco said. Hermione nodded, and Harry felt Ron lean in to listen. “I finally made it through the Shafiq journals. There were some very old ones. These two,” Draco pointed to the books Hermione now held, “are close to 1500 years old. Don’t worry they have preservation charms on them,” he said in response to her raised eyebrows. “One of those is the journal of a young Omega in Egypt. I used the translation spells we found-”

“Merlin,” Harry interrupted, “it’s a shame the two of you swots weren’t friends earlier.”

Hermione grinned and Draco shot him a half smile. Ron chuckled a little. They really were adorable prats.

“As I was saying,” Draco continued, “Ayah Shafiq was an Omega. She hadn’t presented yet, but came from a pureblood family where all the women were Omegas. She fell in love with Heba, another girl who was expected to present as an Omega. Heba was engaged to Ayah’s brother. They carried on an affair in secret. This is all in her journal,” he indicated which one for Hermione to page through. “It ends the evening before Heba’s 17^th birthday. According to her Alpha brother’s journal,” he pointed to the other one, “he had no idea of the affair. Heba was expected to present on her birthday and the brother would bond her. The morning of her birthday, Ayah and Heba were gone and he never found either of them.”

“They likely both presented,” Hermione said, nodding. “When one Alpha or Omega presents it can trigger others around them.”

“Ginny’s birthday triggered Luna and me to present,” Ron said to Draco. “Eventful morning at the Burrow.”

“I was in Azkaban on my birthday,” Draco said. “I presented shortly after I was released, which triggered Theo.”

“Ayah and Heba were both Omegas, so they likely went into heat together,” Hermione mused. “The wards would’ve protected them initially, but then what?”

“Ayah’s brother hired Alphas to hunt them based on scent. They were tracked to Greece but the scent of unbonded Omegas disappeared there,” Draco answered. “They either died, which is unlikely as their bodies were not found, or…”

“Or they found a way to bond,” Hermione said, looking at him eagerly. “Where did the trackers lose them?”

Draco pulled a map of the Aegean Sea from his pocket. He’d marked the relevant places in the colorful markers he’d “borrowed” from Hermione.

“As best as I can tell, this is the journey the Charms Master made,” he said, tracing a green line on the map. “He would’ve encountered the women somewhere along this stretch of coast. The trackers followed the girls all the way to this island where they lost the scent.”

“Lesvos,” Hermione said, “Sappho’s birthplace.”

Draco nodded. “She was a tremendous witch. Her spell work consisted of lyrical poetry. It’s said she infused love itself into her magic. And, well, she was a lover of women.”

“The original lesbian,” Hermione said with a smile. “It makes sense. They were two young female Omegas trying to figure out how to bond each other. They probably didn’t have a lot of ideas and went to her birthplace.”

“They survived,” Draco said, pointing to the journal. “Some unbearable relative of Pansy’s visited Lesvos with her family. She was a morbid thing and drew the graves she thought prettiest.”

Hermione opened to the marked page. There was a rather good ink drawing of a modest grave marker. On top were statues of two women, locked in an embrace as they danced. On the stone were the names,

“Ayah and Heba,” Hermione said, touching the drawing softly.

“How did they do it?” Ron asked, staring at the drawing. “What did they find there?”

Draco gestured to the fourth book. “There is an ancient magic library on Lesvos. This book catalogs the contents when the author visited about 800 years ago. There isn’t anything related to Sappho except,” Draco opened to the page, revealing a drawing, “this water jar with a portrait of Sappho and her attendants. So, we need to go to Greece, we need to examine it.”

Hermione squeezed his hand in delight. “Well done, Draco! This is incredible!” Harry didn’t miss Draco’s blush at the praise.

“I’ll speak to McGonagall about the arrangements,” Ron said, moving Harry off his lap.

“We don’t need to go to Greece,” Harry said, looking closer. Something was sparking faint in his memory. “Hermione, I think this pot is in the British Museum.”

*

Two weeks later, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Malfoy apparated from Hogsmeade to London. Ron begrudgingly admitted that Malfoy needed to come, though he would’ve preferred a day in London with his mates. Malfoy was just as amazed as he was by The Tube. As Ron stretched his long legs out in front of him, he reflected that this was much more comfortable than apparition or Floo.

“My primary school came here on a class trip,” Harry said, smiling at the hoard of Muggle children in matching uniforms that streamed past them in the museum.

Ron’s heart swelled at the idea of little Harry among these children, pressing their noses against the glass. Harry had suffered so much before Hogwarts and being here gave Ron a glimpse at the child Harry had been. He wrapped a hand in Harry’s and squeezed it gently. They made their way to the room with the water jug, a hydria, guided by the map the museum attendant had given Hermione.

“Mummies!?” Ron exclaimed, looking into a room they passed. “That’s dangerous! Taking bodies from their place of rest is a good way to get cursed!”

“Ronald, shh,” Hermione said. He supposed that was fair, some Muggles were turning to look. “Yes, it is dangerous. When they excavated the tomb of King Tutankhamun, all the Muggles involved in the excavation died.”

“What do the Muggles think happened?” Malfoy asked.

“The Muggles think the tomb was cursed,” Harry replied with a wink.

“Muggles know about curses?” Malfoy sounded confused and Ron felt the same. “Muggles don’t know about magic.”

“Some Muggles suspect, but they aren’t taken seriously,” Hermione said with a shrug. “Muggles who believe in magic are treated- Well they’re treated like Luna with her imaginary creatures.”

“Maybe the Muggles and Luna both have a point,” Ron said. “That Slashkilter scent was no joke.”

The vial Luna had thrown to incapacitate the escaping Alphas was the essence of a Umgubular Slashkilter, or so Mr. Lovegood said. Much to the frustration of several magizoologists consulted, the scent didn’t match any officially categorized magical creatures.

They arrived in the room and Malfoy made a beeline for the pottery. It depicted Sappho surrounded by three attendants. Sappho was reading a scroll partially unrolled. One of the attendants held a wicker box. Annoyingly, the pottery was encased in a glass box.

Ten minutes passed while Ron and Harry followed Hermione’s instructions so they could examine at their leisure. Several museum attendants suddenly remembered that this room must be closed for cleaning immediately, usuring the Muggles out and closing the doors behind them. Ron only vaguely understood what a security camera was from the baffling film Enemy of the State the Grangers had taken them to see over the break. Harry briefly left to shut off the cameras in the room while Hermione performed several fiddly bits of magic to prevent the sensors in the display from going off.

“It’s good I didn’t try this alone,” Malfoy said as she finally lifted the glass case off the jug.

“You would’ve ended up in Muggle jail,” Hermione said with a laugh.

Harry stood with Ron quietly as they watched Malfoy and Hermione work. Ron still had reservations about the snake, but he had to admit it was nice for Hermione to have help in these moments when he and Harry were rather useless.

“It’s the scroll,” Malfoy said excitedly.

“The box too,” Hermione said, “though it’s unlike any magic I’ve ever seen.”

“Hermione’s so cute when she is in her swotty element,” Harry whispered to him.

Ron smiled and nodded. The little furrow of concentration in her brow was adorable.

Malfoy did something and the scroll lifted off of the vase and hovered in the air, suspended.

“Oh brilliant,” Hermione said.

Malfoy enlarged the scroll to the size of a large book and cast another spell over it. Translated text appeared over the Greek characters.

“It’s a poem, a song,” Malfoy said as he read.

“A ritual,” Hermione said, still bent over the vase. “Copy it down, the girls will need it.”

Malfoy did as he was told and Hermione returned to her work.

“Got it,” Hermione said, then gave a little gasp of surprise.

Eyes widening, Ron saw the figures begin to change, the paintings on the pottery moving like a picture. Sappho, seated, read from the scroll while the other women moved around her. The woman to the left poured oil from the vial in her hand, first on herself, then Sappho and the other two women. The woman set her wicker box down and pulled out crowns of flowers, placing them on each of their heads. The woman on the far right added an extra violet to Sappho’s crown. They turned and faced away, holding hands and looking up. A great river of painted water rushed out of the neck of the vase. The water poured over the women and they embraced as the water trickled away. Then they returned to their original positions and the paint was still again.

“That’s the ritual,” Hermione said breathlessly. “The poem, oil, flowers, and then water.”

“Not any water,” Malfoy said. “The ocean around Lesvos. We can’t take any chances.”

*

It was properly dark as they approached the castle on foot from Hogsmeade.

“We’ll talk to McGonagall and start planning how to get them safely to Greece,” Hermione said, thinking ahead to how quickly they would be able to initiate the ritual.

“We should tell Ginevra and Luna first,” Draco replied, sounding confused.

“You should tell them,” Harry said with a soft smile.

“You figured it out,” Hermione said.

She meant it. For the first time, she had not been the one to solve the magical mystery. She found she was incredibly grateful for it. Draco blushed slightly at her words. He was rather terrible at accepting praise.

The next morning, Draco was visibly tense at breakfast. Not with dread, but with some sort of anticipation. Luna looked at him from below her lashes and Ginny gave him a grin that was almost sinister. Oh, the girls were very grateful indeed.

“They’re going to fuck him,” Harry whispered to her when Ron was distracted.

“They’re going to take him apart and put him back together again,” Hermione whispered back with a laugh.

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Hermione was torn between affection at McGonagall’s refusal to let her and Harry go to Greece - citing their impending NEWTs - and frustration that Ron would be at a never-before documented magical bonding that she wouldn’t. His adamant reminder that he would absolutely not be witnessing his baby sister use sex magic to bond her mate did not dampen her annoyance. Bill and Charlie, along with Blaise, Neville, and Pansy would go with Ron and the girls to Greece to keep them as safe as possible from any Alphas.

The night before they left, Ron was more possessive than usual, licking Hermione and Harry practically from head to toe.

“It’s three days, Ronald,” Hermione said as he nuzzled her neck for the umpteenth time as they sat in their room.

“I haven’t been away from you two for three days since-” Ron’s voice broke a little. “Since I left.”

“Oh Ron,” Harry said, sitting on Ron’s other side to kiss him sweetly.

Hermione felt a wave of affection for Ron. It had been some of the worst days of her life when he left, no way around it. But she’d forgiven him over the summer, and a thousand times over in all the ways he was a perfect, attentive partner to her and to Harry. She burrowed into his side, nuzzling his neck for a change. She couldn’t smell his scent but she knew where the gland was. She experimentally licked the patch of skin where his neck met his shoulder.

“Whoa-” Ron shuddered with desire. “I’m trying to bare my heart here Hermione. You can’t-”

She sucked at the slightly softer skin, making him exhale sharply. “This isn’t you abandoning us, Ron,” she said, enjoying the quieting effect this had on his guilt. “You have to go protect Ginny and Luna. We would go if we could, but we can’t. We’ll be back together soon.”

Harry nodded furiously from Ron’s other side. “Nothing to forgive anymore, love. Let’s just enjoy our last night for a few days.” Then he added to Hermione, “Where is the gland?”

She reached over and pressed on the spot. Ron shuddered. “Alright, I’ll stop worrying,” he said. “I just want you to two smell like me while I’m gone.”

Arousal flickered between Hermione’s thighs. She did like that idea. She enjoyed the knowing glances she got from the other Alphas when Ron rubbed his scent all over her.

“I can think of some fun ways to get us to smell like you,” Hermione said, scraping her teeth over the gland. Harry repeated the motion and Ron’s back arched. A big hand clamped down on the backs of each of their necks, holding them there. “Remember when I said I wanted to try taking both your cocks in my arse at once.”

Two sets of eyes whipped up to look at her. Harry looked awed and Ron was practically salivating.

“I thought that was just talk, caught up in my rut,” Ron said, a little breathless.

“You were caught up in your rut,” Hermione said, shutting Harry’s hanging jaw gently with her hand. “I was thinking about getting stretched.”

Ron lifted her and Harry, one in each arm in his eagerness, and tossed them on the bed. She pulled Harry to her, kissing him as Ron stripped them with practiced ease.

“We’ll go slow,” Ron said, panting as he kissed Harry, “lots of lube, your muggle vibrations. We won’t hurt you.”

“It’s a vibrator, Ron,” she said, scraping her nails down his back as he kissed her in turn. “I know you won’t hurt me unless I ask you to. You nearly decked Macmillan when he stepped on my foot last week.”

“He’s a prick,” Harry said, lavishing her breasts with his tongue. “He would’ve deserved it.”

“I want to fill you both,” Ron said, his cheeks a little red with embarrassment at voicing the primal urge to put his scent in both of them. “Harry, fuck ‘Mione open while I fuck you. Then I’ll join you in her.”

Hermione purred in agreement as she was flipped over, body relaxed and open. She loved the filthiness of taking both her boys in one hole. Her cunt couldn’t manage this stretch, the bones of her pelvis barely accommodated Ron as it was, but surely her arse could. She heard Harry mutter a cleaning spell on her and himself before hands spread her cheeks. Two tongues began playing with her tight entrance. She gasped at the warm, wet heat and felt her cunt begin to drip. They took turns playing with her, fucking their tongues inside her hole. When she could take them easily, Harry slid a finger in her. She moaned as he slid in.

An answering moan came from Harry. She looked behind her and saw Ron on his knees, stretching Harry as Harry stretched her. She rubbed her cunt on the bed as Harry slid another finger inside her arse. She felt her first orgasm draw close. Harry took the hint and slid his other hand to her clit. He slid his fingers deep inside her as she came. She clenched around them and Harry bit down on her arsecheek.

“Fuck, Ron, that is good,” said his muffled voice.

“Put it in her,” Ron ordered, making Hermione’s cunt tighten at the command. “She can take it.”

Hermione summoned her wand and waved it. She heard Harry gasp as a cock ring tightened around him.

“I want you two to come in me together,” she said, lifting her arse higher in the air.

Twin groans came from behind her and she laughed softly. Ron was the most dominant of them, but she knew her teasing exerted its own power. She shivered as lube was spread over her hole. Harry’s finger pushed some deeper inside her. She looked over her shoulder to watch him spread it over his cock. Ron’s face grinned over Harry’s shoulder. His hand came up to grip Harry’s neck, pulling him a few steps away from her. Harry gasped, eyes glazing over slightly with arousal.

“Hold still, darling,” Ron growled. “Let me inside you so I can fuck you into Hermione.”

Hermione’s hand slipped between with her legs, playing with her folds as she watched. She knew Harry liked to be slightly under stretched, not quite enough lube. He liked the pain that went with the pleasure of taking Ron. Ron’s teeth gritted and Harry’s mouth hung open as though to accommodate the fullness of him. Her fingers moved faster as Harry let out a needy little whimper. She rubbed circles around her clit as Ron bottomed out inside him, hand rubbing soothingly on Harry’s flank.

“Now let’s get this cock nice and warm,” Ron said, stroking Harry’s length.

They walked a few steps forward to Hermione, Ron pressed flat against Harry’s back. He had to bend a little to keep his cock inside Harry. Harry’s cheeks were burning with desire. Her forehead dropped to the bed as Harry pushed inside of her. She relaxed and took him easily, shifting her legs wider on the bed. She moaned when Ron pushed his hips further forward, pressing Harry just a little deeper.

They’d found an easy rhythm, fucking in a chain like this. Harry fucked himself onto Ron and then inside her. She came again quickly, her empty cunt clenching around nothing in a way that was frustrating and erotic in and of itself. Harry’s hands gripped her breasts when Ron pressed him along her back. His legs bracketed hers, Ron’s thrusts pressing him deeper. Harry played with her nipples, leaving teeth marks along her shoulder and neck. She twisted to kiss him, tongues leaving a mess of saliva.

Ever the sap, the sight of his partners kissing seemed to be too much for Ron. He let out a moan and increased his rhythm, fucking hard into Harry who stayed deep in Hermione. Harry’s hand worked between her legs, a finger sliding inside her cunt. She came as Ron did, feeling her orgasm like electricity spreading from her core.

“Jesus Christ,” Harry said, resting his head on her shoulder. “I don’t know whether to thank you or hex you for this cock ring.”

Hermione wiggled her arse on his cock making both Harry and Ron moan. “You would never hex me, you know I’m faster with my wand than you.”

Laughing, Harry let Ron pull him off Hermione. She gasped as he left her hole, feeling cold air on her insides before it closed again. Ron was kissing Harry, their hands roaming all over each other. She spread her legs and slid two fingers inside her wet cunt. She loved watching them together. Harry seemed at peace under Ron’s guiding hands, all gasps and sighs of pleasure.

Murmuring another cleaning spell, Hermione dropped to her knees and took both their dicks in hand. She heard the sound of kisses stop as they turned to watch. She sucked Harry’s deep red tip into her mouth first, tongue pushing back his foreskin to taste the precum. Her other hand worked Ron’s rapidly hardening cock, twisting her wrist the way she knew he liked. When he was sufficiently hard, she turned. She slipped just the head of Ron’s cock into her mouth and sucked, looking up at Ron with big eyes. He groaned and grabbed her head pulling her off him.

“You’ll make me cum,” Ron said. She grinned back, reveling in her power.

Ron lay on his back on the bed, practically picking her up to straddle him. Harry kissed Hermione’s shoulder and handed Ron the lube and Hermione’s little vibrator. Ron lubed his cock thoroughly and she eagerly sank her arse on his length. He was longer than Harry, girthier too, stretching her arse further than it had been stretched today. She sighed as he bottomed out. She began bouncing up and down, eagerly anticipating what was to come.

The vibrator buzzed to life on her clit and Hermione came at the unexpected change in sensation. Laughing a little at her surprise, Ron pulled her to him for a kiss. The vibrator was sandwiched between their bodies and kept her hovering on the edge of orgasm.

“I’m going to put some fingers in you ‘Mione,” Harry said.

She turned her head, resting it against Ron’s chest to see Harry looking reverently at where she and Ron joined. His fingers gently traced around her stretched hole and Hermione shivered. She wanted this badly, wanted to stretch to take them both.

Ron felt huge inside her as Harry poured lube over her hole and his fingers. Ron pressed on the small of her back, arching her further and Harry’s finger popped inside. She let out a little gasp. It was a new feeling, a finger working inside her while the cock remained still, and it set her on fire.

“Another, please,” Hermione said, eager to take them both.

Shifting his hips, Ron fucked inside her once. When he moved back in it was with another of Harry’s fingers. Hermione’s mind went blank. She could think of nothing but the sensation of the fingers inside her arse, rubbing around Ron’s cock and pulling slightly to stretch her.

“So fucking hot,” Harry breathed. Her eyes focused on his slightly dazed expression. “I’ll show you in a Pensieve sometime. So gorgeous like this.”

The praise made Hermione flush a little and Ron pulled her to meet his lips, kissing her and tasting inside her mouth.

“Cum again, then you can have Harry inside you,” Ron said.

His hand found the little controller for the vibrator and the vibrations turned up a bit. Harry’s fingers and Ron’s hand began thrusting. Harry’s free hand pinched her nipple hard and she came.

“Good girl,” Ron cooed, moving her hair out of her face. “You got my thighs wet.”

She blushed furiously, torn between embarrassment and pleasure. She really was very good at cumming. Harry’s fingers left her hole and she made a displeased noise in the back of her throat. Harry laughed and kissed her shoulder as he settled between her spread legs.

The tip of his cock pressed against her hole and she gasped. It was so big, felt enormous with Ron’s dick already reaching towards her guts. For the first time, she doubted if she could take them both. But she was nothing if not determined. Letting out a shaking breath, she forced herself to relax. There was pressure, so much pressure, she squeezed her eyes shut. Then a pop and the head was inside her.

Harry let out a gasp as Hermione cried out. It hurt, stretched around them both. Ron turned the vibrator up to its highest setting and four sets of hands soothed her burning skin. Murmured praise filled the air. Hermione relaxed, the pain transformed to pleasure.

“You’re incredible, Hermione,” Harry said, kissing her shoulder. “Ready for more?”

She nodded, relaxing completely against Ron’s chest, letting him take her whole body weight. He gave a little sigh of pleasure and raked his nails down her back, just the way she liked. All three of them moaned as Harry pushed in deeper. Later she would struggle to describe exactly what the movement felt like, held open as she was, walls pressing tighter to make room for Harry inside of her. Harry’s hips rested against her thighs, fully seated within her. Within the floating pleasure, Hermione felt a surge of pride. She’d known she could do it!

“How are you, love?” Harry asked, tucking a curl back so he could kiss her neck.

“So good, so full.” She managed to put that much into words.

“Can we move?” Ron asked, voice strangled with pleasure.

She nodded eagerly and forced any remaining tension from her muscles. Ron pulled out first, then Harry, finding an alternating rhythm so she was never empty. She could do nothing, think nothing, only lie there and take it. She came again when they increased their speed, crying out as the merciless vibrations continued on her clit. She must’ve tightened around them as she came, because Harry and Ron let out a string of groans and curses around her, making her grin.

“More,” she whispered, not quite coming down from her previous orgasm.

Her boys began moving together inside her, cocks slippery against each other. The moments of terrible emptiness were contrasted sharply as she was impaled over and over again by cock.

“Getting close,” Ron said through gritted teeth. “‘Mione you’re so tight. Harry’s dick on mine… I can’t.”

“Take the ring off, Hermione, please,” Harry whimpered behind her, increasing the pace as though that would give him some relief.

Hermione had the presence of mind to end the charm and Harry moaned. Together Ron and Harry began pumping inside her, rhythm forgotten, strokes erratic, seeking release. Hermione came with a cry, big tears falling from her eyes with the force of her pleasure. She came and came around their cocks. Vaguely, she was aware of first Harry, then Ron finishing inside her, thrusting through the lingering moments of their pleasure.

Harry collapsed on her back and the three of them lay there, panting. The pressure of Harry above her and Ron below was delicious on her exhausted body. Experimentally she flexed her arsehole around their softening cocks, making them both gasp with oversensitivity. Gently, they pulled out of her and placed her on her stomach on the bed. Ron checked worriedly for damage, first with a finger and then with magic, but there was none, as she’d known their wouldn’t be.

When Harry went to vanish the mess, Ron stopped him. Hermione turned knowingly to see his embarrassed expression.

“Will you keep it, me, inside you? Both of you?” he asked, cheeks red like the sun.

“Brute,” she said, snuggling against his chest. “Yes, I will.”

“Me too,” Harry said, settling on Hermione’s other side to spoon her. “Hermione, that was unbelievable.”

Ron made a sound of agreement, tilting her head up to kiss her softly. “You’re okay?”

“You know I’m okay, Ronald,” she said with a little huff. “I came so many times I lost count. And I love having both of you inside me, right where you belong.”

Harry made a little mewing noise and Ron groaned. “When you say things like that…” Ron said.

Hermione hummed contentedly. “I love you both. Now hold me.”

She drifted off as Ron and Harry settled in around her, speaking to each other over her head in soft words and gentle kisses. If they had to be separated, even for a few nights, she was glad it was memorable.

*

For the first time in his Hogwarts career, Harry convinced Hermione to skive off class. Ron would be back that afternoon along with (the hopefully bonded) Ginny and Luna. They took a long walk after lunch around the grounds, holding hands. Harry felt anticipation, he’d missed Ron so much it was like an itch beneath his skin that he couldn’t scratch. Mostly though he just felt happy, holding Hermione’s hand and exchanging sweet kisses in the spring air.

They made their way to Hogsmeade where the Portkey was due to arrive. The breeze carried the smell of hyacinths. They waited several long minutes, Hermione shifting anxiously from foot to foot. Suddenly there was a pop and a group of mostly Weasley appeared, each touching a stuffed bear. Harry barely had time to draw a breath before Ron had leaped at him and Hermione. They fell to the ground in a tumble of laughter and the purring noise Ron made when he was happy. Harry kissed Ron eagerly.

“It worked?” He asked excited.

“It worked!” came Ginny’s triumphant voice from above them.

Hermione pulled herself up and crushed first Ginny and then Luna in an embrace.

“Oh, I am so relieved. We’ve been so worried,” she said, clasping Ginny’s hands.

Luna and Ginny appeared more relaxed than they had since Christmas. Harry was not as successful in extricating himself from Ron who clung to him as he stood to embrace them too.

After saying goodbye to Bill and Charlie, they all headed back to the castle with Neville, and Pansy. Blaise had taken off at a bit of jog to find Daphne. Hermione had invited her to come with them but she’d said she preferred Blaise “a little mad for her.”

“How was Greece?” Harry asked.

“Boring!” Pansy exclaimed. “The ritual was underwater. I didn’t get to see any of the sex.”

“Thank Circe’s sweet tit for that,” Ron muttered, swinging a shrieking Hermione onto his back.

Harry watched Hermione’s delighted protests that she could walk as Ron ran a bit recklessly ahead. Ginny and Luna were holding hands and looking at each other as though they hung the moon. He left out his first proper exhale in ages. The future, a happy future, seemed more possible than ever. 

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The end of the year was a blur. Ron was grateful for the blur. All their other years at Hogwarts were far too memorable in the month of May. NEWTs were a bloody nightmare. Hermione’s study plans were a blessing of course, but it was simply too much information to retain.

“George,” Ron scoffed, tossing his letter down one morning at breakfast one morning. “Didn’t take the exams and says he expects employees to pass all their subjects. Can’t tell if he’s joking, really.”

Ginny brought home the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor and secured herself a position on the Holyhead Harpies. She flew brilliantly, he quite expected she’d be starting before the end of the season. He screamed himself hoarse with pride and the celebration in the dorms after was one for the books.

Their last ride home on the Hogwarts Express was bittersweet. Harry looked out the window with an expression Ron couldn’t quite parse. The emotions that were Harry’s were a tangled knot in his stomach. Hermione was buried in a book, but held Harry’s hand.

“What are you thinking?” Ron asked softly.

Harry turned to him blinking. Hermione looked up.

“I guess…” Harry took Ron’s hand in his free one. “I didn’t think I would make it this far. And I hadn’t thought about making a home outside of Hogwarts. But I expect next time I see Hogwarts it won’t feel like home anywhere. The two of you are my home.”

Ron didn’t bother hiding the very un-Alpha tears that slid from his eyes at that.

*

Hermione felt peaceful in her bones that summer. She received O’s in every subject - she hadn’t realized how much the stress of 5^th year had impacted her exam scores. Hermione and Harry were accepted to their programs. Hermione had applied to six wizarding and Muggle programs each, and got twelve acceptances. Ron bragged every chance he got.

Daphne and Astoria came to see her at Grimmauld Place. In hushed voices, as though they expected to get caught, they shared the Greengrass family secret. The women of the line had a blood curse, impacting at least one woman each generation. Daphne and Astoria lived in fear of when one of them would fall ill.

“Draco mentioned what you’re hoping to do for your work. We’d never heard of genetics before,” Daphne said.

“We’ve been reading,” Astoria continued. “It seems that the blood curse may in some way involve magical genetics.”

“We wanted to volunteer for your research,” Daphne said. “Our mother and one of our aunts agreed. We will apply to exhume our grandmother’s grave if you’d like.”

“And if it stopped one of us from dying, that would be brilliant,” Astoria finished, taking her sister’s hand.

Hermione was floored by the trust they put in her. And, she had to admit, she couldn’t have found a better case study to prove the importance of her work to the wizarding community.

Ron threw himself into renovations of Grimmauld Place practically the day they moved in. Mr. and Ms. Weasley had quite a bit of experience with magical remodeling and helped with the structural element. The high ceilings now gave way to skylights that breathed life where there had only been darkness for so long. The fourth floor was a large suite for the three of them. The guest bedrooms were inviting and Kreature was delighted with his new bedroom off the converted kitchen.

Hermione gave Ron a budget, a portion of which he spent hiring Bill and his new apprentice - Pansy’s mate Clementine - to rid the house of remaining dark artifacts. Pansy herself turned up to see Clementine at work one day and generously offered her services as an interior designer, for a fee of course. In spite of Ron’s grumbling, she did a brilliant job. She seemed to understand their tastes, well Hermione’s taste mainly, and turned Grimmauld Place into a home. Harry even threw his weight around at the Ministry to get her parent’s fireplace connected to the Floo Network.

One evening in August, Hermione was bent over her new course books, strewn across the table in the kitchen. The library on the ground floor wasn’t big enough for how she liked to sprawl. The tables in the Hogwarts library had spoiled her. Ron and Harry entered the kitchen with the giddy energy of two children bursting to share a secret.

“Does this mean I finally get to see the third floor?” Hermione asked, suppressing a smile.

Ron and Harry were converting the third floor into some sort of study for her. That floor had been largely decimated by Buck- Witherwings and needed an enormous amount of work. They’d insisted on keeping it a surprise for her. She’d agreed, on the condition that they consult Pansy for decoration.

“Yes,” Ron said, beaming in a way that made her stomach swoop.

Harry held up a black strip of silk that she recognized from their bedroom. “No peaking.”

Laughing, Hermione rose and walked to the second floor. Harry tied the blindfold and she felt herself get a little aroused. Ron smacked her arse fondly.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, letting him lead up the stairs.

“She’s turned on just from the blindfold,” Ron said to Harry, voice a little deeper than normal.

“Well, you did make her cum until she begged you to stop the last time she had it on,” Harry said, smacking her other arsecheek for good measure.

“Not fair!” Hermione said, swinging an arm wildly in an attempt to return the favor. “I can’t see to aim.”

With a laugh, Ron pulled her onto the third floor and to what she guessed was the center of the room.

“Are you ready?” he asked, breath hot on her neck.

She nodded. She was a little nervous in truth. But Pansy wouldn’t have let them do anything too horrendous. Would she?

The blindfold slid off and Hermione’s jaw dropped as she took in the sight. It was gorgeous. One of the walls was now a glass window, looking out on the park across the street. Across from the window was a lovely fireplace. The mantel held a few candles and framed pictures. Every inch of the remaining walls was covered in bookshelves. Floor to ceiling shelves stretched in two rows on either side of an enormous wooden table with drawers in one side for the desk. A gorgeous soft carpet lay under the table giving the room a cozy feeling. She turned slowly in a circle, taking in the space. Her eyes fell on Ron and Harry who were standing back looking at her a little nervously.

“Do you like it?” Harry asked, eyes wide.

She ran and jumped. Ron caught her as she knew he would and she kissed him thoroughly. She jumped down and gave Harry the same treatment.

“It’s perfect,” she said, wiping an errant tear from her cheek. “I love it.”

Harry and Ron smiled at her so broadly she thought they might hurt themselves.

“We installed-”

“Tell me later,” Hermione said, cutting Ron off. “Fuck me on the desk. Now.”

There was a brief silence. Hermione grinned as she saw Ron’s trousers tent.

“We have dinner at the Burrow in an hour,” Harry said, his cheeks beginning to flush with arousal.

“Better hurry then,” Hermione said, smirking.

Ron scooped her up and deposited her on her back on the table so fast she gave a little shriek of surprise. Arousal raced through Hermione’s veins. Her sweet boys had made her the library of her dreams, an entire floor of their shared home just for her and her love of learning.

“Strip,” Hermione ordered Harry and Ron. They kissed each other above her as they did as she said. “This is the only time there won’t be anything on this desk. Might as well make use of it.”

“A brilliant point,” Harry said, falling to his knees and pulling her shorts and panties off in one smooth motion.

Hermione sat up on the table and tugged her shirt over her head. Ron’s lips were on hers a moment later. His fingers pinched her nipple, making her gasp. Harry held her thighs firmly open with strong hands. He skipped his usual teasing, sucking her clit hard into his mouth.

Gasping, Hermione broke the kiss with Ron. “I said to fuck me,” she said to Harry.

Ron pushed her hard onto her back. His hand tightened around her throat and she shuddered with desire.

“You’ll lie there and take what you’re given Hermione,” Ron said, voice throaty.

She swallowed hard against his hand. Her nails dug into his biceps and his pupils dilated. Harry wasn’t the only one who liked a little pain.

“Make me,” she rasped.

Ron growled at her insolence and grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head.

“Fucking hell, that’s hot,” Harry’s voice came from between her legs.

She glanced down and saw his lips slick with her arousal. Making eye contact, he licked up her mess before sliding his tongue in tight circles around her clit. Ron’s free hand slid into Harry’s hair and gripped it tightly. Harry and Hermione moaned in unison as Ron shoved Harry hard into her cunt.

“Make her cum,” Ron ordered.

Harry’s moan vibrated along her labia and she gasped. Harry sucked her clit, guided by Ron’s pressure on the back of his head. His teeth sunk into the swollen nub and she came hard. Her toes flexed and her nipples were so tight it hurt. Her back arched off the table, pinned by her arms over her head and Harry’s hands on her thighs. Harry’s tongue teased her through the aftershocks, dipping inside her cunt to taste her.

The fight had left her when Ron flipped her onto her stomach. Her fingers scrabbled for purchase as Harry pulled her to the edge of the table, her toes barely touching the ground. She heard him conjure lube and spread it around the head of his dick before thrusting into her. She moaned as he filled her in one stroke. He was nowhere near as big as Ron, but was still a lot to take at once. She lay there panting as Harry gave her a moment to adjust. She heard the sounds of kissing and twisted to look over her shoulder. Ron held Harry’s face tenderly in his hands as they kissed. Harry’s hand stoked Ron’s ruddy, hard cock. Their tongues curled around each other.

The pressure in her cunt turned from pleasure to torturous anticipation as she watched. She used her hands and the tips of her toes to pull and push herself along Harry’s cock. Her nipples dragged along the wood and she felt her clit rub on the hard edge, spreading pleasure from her pelvis. She worked herself back determinedly, not noticing the sounds of kissing had stopped.

“Impatient little brat,” Ron said affectionately, stilling her movements with a hand on her lower back.

Hermione squirmed. She was impatient. She wanted to come again. Ron’s hands held her firm and she gave an undignified squawk of frustration. She clenched her cunt tightly around Harry in retaliation and he gasped.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, clenching again.

“Fuck her,” Ron ordered Harry huskily. “Not enough time to get her to beg.”

Ron’s hands held her firmly in place as Harry pounded into her. She sighed with relief. She heard them kissing again and turned to look. She loved the sight of them together. One of Ron’s hands pinned her cheek to the table.

“Only good girls get to watch,” Ron said, darkly.

Moaning, Hermione came. Harry fucked her hard through her orgasm and she came again almost immediately. She felt a tear fall from the intensity, running down her cheek to the table below. Harry shuddered as he came inside her. He pressed in deep and she squeezed her walls around him, arousal climbing again.

With a moan, Harry pulled out of her and Ron pushed in. She shrieked a little as he bullied his cock into her tight cunt.

“So lovely and wet with cum,” Ron said, moving her arms to pin her hands at the small of her back. “Take it for me, darling.”

He set a brutal pace, fucking her cunt hard. She came almost immediately. Ron pushed deep into her as she clamped down, making her eyes roll back in her head with the intensity. She couldn’t hold herself steady on the table with her hands behind her back and her feet unable to settle on the floor. Ron jostled her back and forth as easily as a doll. His balls smacked her clit dead on with every thrust and the sounds filled the room lewdly. Suddenly Harry was in front of her, sitting in a chair at the other side of the table.

“I want to see both your faces when he cums inside you,” Harry said with a grin.

Ron and Hermione moaned together and Ron’s thrusts somehow intensified. Hermione’s body was jelly and she could do nothing but take it and take it. She felt Ron’s rhythm stutter as he approached his climax and she clenched hard, pushing him out of her slippery cunt. With a bark of anger, Ron released her wrists to grab her hips firmly and slam back inside.

“Insufferable little brat, pushing me out of this dripping cunt,” Ron muttered to himself.

She gave a satisfied smirk which fell into an O of pleasure with his next hard stroke. Each thrust of his hips slammed her into the table. She would have slid across the length were it not for Ron holding her firmly in place. She knew she would have bruises in the shape of his fingers on her hips for days. She felt drool spill out of the corner mouth with the pleasure of the rough treatment. Harry’s finger suddenly traced the saliva from her chin back to open lips.

“Both holes are dripping for us,” Harry said, gaze burning into Ron behind her.

Ron came inside her and the feeling of cum sliding down her thighs sent Hermione over the edge again. She felt weak and wrung out with pleasure as Ron collapsed onto her back. She caught her breath as Harry and Ron kissed her neck and shoulders before pulling her to sit in Harry’s lap.

“Fifteen minutes to spare,” Hermione said, looking at the clock on the mantle.

Her mates kissed her sweetly as they recovered from the quickie.

“Thank you,” she said, looking into Ron’s eyes and then Harry’s, “for the library. It’s perfect. Better than I hoped.”

“We love you,” Harry said, kissing her neck.

“More than you know,” Ron added, kissing her again. “Now let’s get dressed. We’ve got to cover that love bite before Mum sees, Harry.”

*

Dinners at the Burrow expanded rather unexpectedly. Andromeda and Teddy had moved in to Malfoy Manor. Ms. Malfoy had another five years of house arrest and Andromeda needed help with Teddy. At first, Andromeda brought him to Grimmauld Place, often sending him with Draco who Teddy loved nearly as much as he loved Harry. Soon Draco and Teddy both left clothes at Grimmauld Place, so frequent were their weekend visits.

Harry and Ron came in one Sunday from flying around the garden, carrying a rather windswept Teddy, to find Hermione and Draco huddled together on the couch. Hermione was crying and Harry moved towards them.

“It’s okay,” Ron said, setting a hand gently on his shoulder. “She feels relieved. She’ll tell us later, I’m sure.”

Hermione, ever fearless, insisted she, Harry, and Ron go to Malfoy Manor the following week.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked for what he suspected was the thousandth time. He knew Hermione was determined, but he worried.

“I’m sure,” Hermione said. “If you can’t handle it, that’s fine, but I am going. I won’t be frightened of a house people we love live in. Luna went ages ago and she was imprisoned there for months!”

Ron looked at her with admiration and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. They apparated to Wiltshire where a very worried looking Theo and Draco met them outside the gates.

“You really don’t have to do this,” Draco said, wringing his hands a little. “Mother appreciates you wanting her to be included, but really it is okay if it is too much.”

“I’m fine,” Hermione said. “Honestly, all of you are going to annoy me to death before the PTSD gets me.”

Draco and Theo looked confused. “It’s a Muggle diagnosis,” Harry said, hurrying after Hermione who was striding through the gates. “I’ll explain later.”

Ms. Malfoy was waiting at the door to the manor looking rather pale and worried. “Welcome to our home. We are so grateful you’ve returned under better circumstances. Are you-” she cut off at the sight of Hermione’s grimace and the men shaking their heads behind her.

Draco led them on a tour of the house as Hermione had asked him to. Harry and Ron were slightly on edge coming through the entryway, but they breathed easier once they made it upstairs. They hadn’t seen much of the house besides the drawing room and the dungeons on their previous visit. The house seemed lighter. Both figuratively with a lack of dark magic and literally. New windows let in warm sunlight around every corner.

Hermione was practically salivating when Ms. Malfoy opened the door to the library. Books stretched on shelves along both sides of the room. More bookshelves lined the space between. It was half the size of Quidditch pitch.

“We hired William and Clementine to dismantle any muggleborn repelling spells,” Ms. Malfoy said. “It should be quite safe for you. You’re welcome to browse or borrow whatever you’d like.”

“I know I said I wanted you to be able to host Sunday dinners,” Hermione said to Ms. Malfoy. “But this may have been worth the nerves on its own.”

Ms. Malfoy beamed for the first time since they’d entered the manor. Draco pointed to a hallway where Andromeda and Teddy now lived. Andromeda was keeping Teddy busy for the time being.

“It was my childhood bedroom,” Draco said.

“The little prince gave up one of his bedrooms for his cousin,” Theo said magnanimously. Everyone laughed.

Theo toured them through his and Draco’s suite. One room was a shared office. Draco’s side was pristine. Neat law texts lined the shelves. His Muggle pens lay in a row next to a stack of notebooks. Theo’s side was an explosion of paper. The Alpha and Omega journals they’d collected were stacked so high they must’ve been steadied with magic. Paper covered the walls. Harry thought it was the layout for Theo’s first published collection. Food under stasis charms and crumpled parchment dotted the room. Harry couldn’t help but smile at the contrast.

The mood lowered again as they made their way back to the entrance hall. Ron slipped a hand into Hermione’s and his other into Harry’s. Hermione looked so determined it could’ve broken Harry’s heart.

“Do you -erm,” Draco began haltingly. “Do you want to see the dungeons?”

Harry and Ron looked at each other. “Do you plan on hosting any parties in the dungeons?” Harry asked, half in jest and half because purebloods were weird.

“Oh, Salazar, no!” Ms. Malfoy exclaimed. “Theodore cleared it of any linger spells and removed the cells. It’s storage now,” she cleared her throat, “for my husband’s things.”

Lucius had died in Azkaban shortly before their graduation. Ms. Malfoy had not wasted away and died as Omegas were expected to when their Alpha died. Harry thought it made sense, she had rather a lot to live for. He suspected this was part of why Andromeda and Teddy had moved in.

“I think we can skip the dungeons then,” Ron said politely. “Thank you.”

That left only the drawing room. Draco led them to the door, holding his mother’s hand. Theo hung back. Harry was sure Draco had told him what happened that night but he wasn’t there, didn’t understand in the same way. Ron’s hand trembled a little in his own. Harry looked at Hermione who was resolute. She nodded at Draco who opened the door-

Into a garden. Hermione gasped and Harry felt his mouth fall open in surprise. The drawing room was gone. The outside wall of the manor marked where the room had once begun. A glass dome stretched from the outside wall, making an enormous greenhouse. It was tremendously beautiful. Magical flowers Harry had only seen in illustrations filled the space. Some plants he’d seen Madam Sprout bemoan the difficulty of cultivating swayed happily in the humid air.

Hermione released Ron’s hand and strode along the walkways, marveling over the plants. Harry couldn’t help but smile and squeeze Ron’s hand seeing her slip into academic mode.

“Ms. Malfoy you are a brilliant herbologist!” Hermione said, her fingers brushing lightly along a flower that seemed to blush beneath her touch.

“Thank you, dear,” Ms. Malfoy said sincerely.

She offered Hermione her arm who took it without hesitation. They strode ahead down the garden path. Hermione’s questions floated back to them, followed by Ms. Malfoy’s thorough answers.

“This is lovely, Draco,” Harry said to him as they followed.

“It’s a vast improvement,” Ron said, smiling.

Draco seemed to finally relax. “I got rid of the drawing room last summer. This was all Mother’s work. My father,” he cleared his throat, “he discouraged Mother from her herbology pursuits. It’s a- a reclamation for her too, I think.”

“I’m glad we came to see it,” Harry said, his heart feeling unexpectedly warm.

“Wait until you see the other greenhouse,” Draco said with a grin.

Ms. Malfoy opened the outside door and led Hermione out. They followed them, walking across the grounds towards a large dome in the fields. Bits of their conversation drifted back to Harry.

“-without full use of your wand? Some of those plants require-” said Hermione.

“-Black family secrets. I’ll show you in the library. The plants respond better to-”

They reached the other greenhouse and Ms. Malfoy ushered them inside. From wall to wall the greenhouse was filled with-

“Wolfsbane,” Ms. Malfoy said. “I give it all to St. Mungo’s for free. The potion is now easy to access.”

Ron looked awestruck and Harry felt tears fall down his cheeks.

“I never met Mr. Lupin,” Ms. Malfoy said softly. “I love Teddy dearly. It felt like the best thing I could do to honor his father.”

Hermione pulled Ms. Malfoy into an embrace. Once she recovered from the shock, Ms. Malfoy hugged her back.

Twice monthly, Sunday dinners now took place at Malfoy Manor. Ms. Weasley would arrive early, cooking with Andromeda and Ms. Malfoy for hours. Charlie once whispered to Harry that it was just an excuse for them to get wine drunk in the middle of the day. The food was good, and Ms. Weasley was happier than she’d been since Fred died.

The Grangers regularly attended Sunday dinners at the Burrow. Mr. Granger and Mr. Weasley were fast friends, often spending long hours tinkering in the garage together. After nearly a year of Bill, Clementine, and Draco working on the Malfoy Manor wards, the Grangers became the first Muggles to set foot in the Manor voluntarily and without suffering a horrible death. Ms. Granger got on with Andromeda like a house on fire and soon joined their marathon cooking (drinking) Sundays. The food was even better once she joined.

Family dinners still took place at the Burrow every other week. Harry was grateful for them too. He felt a tremendous sense of love with the Weasleys. They were his family, and being together with everyone’s partners was soothing unlike anything else could be. The dinners at the Manor were another kind of family. Instead of a Weasley-centric affair, in addition to Ms. Malfoy, Andromeda, Teddy, Draco, and Theo, Pansy and Clementine often joined, sometimes with Daphne and Blaise, who occasionally brought Astoria. A smattering of Draco’s fellow law students made an appearance. Theo hired Dennis Creevy once he graduated for his publishing company so he and Mr. Creevy would sometimes attend. Neville was often present, sometimes with Charlie and sometimes not - they were a little fickle as a couple - but he had a fast friendship with Ms. Malfoy. Draco once told Harry that he thought Neville had tea with his mother more than he did. In the winter, long tables would stretch across what Harry thought must be a ballroom, voices echoing off the mirrored walls. In the summer, they ate in the grounds. The smell of Ms. Malfoy’s lovely roses filled the air, and lightening bugs flickered. It didn’t have the homey familiarity of the Burrow, but it was lovely in its own way.

One evening Harry got very drunk on very, very old elf wine. He lay with his head in Hermione’s lap on the grass, looking around. Ms. Granger and Andromeda appeared to be telling rather raunchy stories, judging by Percy’s face as he walked past. Mr. Granger and Mr. Weasley were showing a rapt Theo the latest in MP3 technology. It seemed the Omegas – Clementine, Daphne, Ginny, and Luna – had teamed up against Blaise who looked terrified while Pansy cackled. Ms. Malfoy was talking quietly with Neville, bent over a plant.

“I don’t think I understood what we were fighting for when it happened,” he said, slurring his words slightly. “But I think this is it.”

Hermione looked down at him, setting her book to the side and stroking his hair gently. “I think so too.”

Harry blinked back tears and she kissed him softly. Suddenly Draco was there with a sleepy Teddy, plopping down beside them. Hermione smiled and gripped his arm in greeting before going to intervene in a drinking contest between Bill, Ron, and Fleur. Fleur always won, Veela blood and all that. Harry sat up next to Draco who was stroking the sleepy boy’s hair. He was nearly three now and had taken to wearing his hair in a rather skunk-like fashion when with Draco and Harry together.

“I know you didn’t know Tonks and Lupin,” Harry said softly as Teddy’s eyes fluttered shut.

“I knew Professor Lupin,” Draco whispered. “I was a proper cunt to him though.”

“We didn’t have class together that year.”

“The usual shithead stuff,” Draco said, looking sad, “making fun of him for being poor. It was harder with Professor Lupin though. He was such a good teacher.”

“He was,” Harry said. They watched Teddy nuzzle closer into Draco’s chest. “You didn’t get to know them, but you are very good to their son. I feel…” he searched for the words in his drunken haze. “Did you know Sirius was my godfather?”

“I guessed,” Draco said nodding. “You live in his house.”

“I loved him so much. Closest thing to a parent I can remember having,” Harry said, unable to stop the tears that slid down his cheeks. Draco lifted his hand from Teddy’s head and squeezed Harry’s with it. They sat like that until Harry found the words. “Sirius was a shit godfather. He was moody and reckless and wanted to fight more than he wanted to live. I needed him to live so badly and he died right in front of me.”

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” Draco said softly.

Harry shook his head. That wasn’t his point. “Then Lupin and Tonks made me Teddy’s godfather and the first thing I did was ride a dragon out of Gringotts. Then I let myself get murdered the same day his parents died. I just came back. So, I’m trying to figure out how to be a better godfather.”

“Seems like there is only improving from there,” Draco said with a little smile. “You haven’t died for two and a half years now.”

Harry laughed and wiped his tears away. “I’m plastered. What I’m trying to say is being Teddy’s godfather is scary. I am glad I have you to shoulder it with. You’re a good cousin to him, Draco.”

Draco’s eyes welled up and Teddy stirred a little, blinking softly at them both before going back to sleep.

“Thanks, Harry,” Draco said, leaning his shoulder against his. They sat there in the garden, surrounded by their loved ones, as Teddy snored softly.

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The morning after Harry’s 25^th birthday party, he was extremely hung over. The Muggle club had been a blast, but the Muggle liquor was a mistake. Neville bought everyone something called Long Island Iced Teas that he tried in America. Harry didn’t know what made a long island had to do with it, but he worried for the livers of its inhabitants.

Stumbling into the kitchen, he found Hermione and Ron seated at their kitchen table with breakfast. Empty vials of Hangover Cure sat next to their coffee cups. Harry threw back his own vial, groaning in relief as the hangover left his body in a rush.

“Best part about being a Wizard, that is,” Harry said, tucking in to his breakfast. “Today is the day,” he remembered, straightening with excitement.

Hermione and Ron smiled at him. Ron had latched on to a bit of Muggle research Hermione had mentioned, deciding that Harry could give them the go ahead to bond after his 25^th birthday.

(“‘Mione said your brain’s front core isn’t developed until then, Harry.”

“Your prefrontal cortex, Ron!”)

“Yes!” Harry burst out excitedly, “Yes, of course I want to bond with you, Ron.”

Ron kissed him and Harry’s heart beat fast in his chest. Finally! Ron turned to Hermione.

“Of course, Ron! I told you in September,” Hermione smiled.

Ron kissed her too. Out of his pocket he pulled two ring boxes. He placed one in front of Hermione and one in front of Harry. He knelt on the floor in front of the breakfast table.

“Will you marry me?” Ron asked.

Harry melted a bit, this silly man and his sweet heart. They were talking about bonding themselves together forever, and here he was attempting to follow a Muggle tradition he didn’t quite understand. He was down on both knees Without picking up the box first, he joined Ron on the kitchen floor, as did Hermione.

“Of course,” he said, kissing Ron, then Hermione.

“Yes!” Hermione said, a little exasperated at Ron’s questioning look. “Of course.” She kissed him too. “Harry, will you marry me?” she asked with a grin.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, pulling her into a kiss.

They were all a little breathless when they got up.

“Hurry up and eat, both of you,” Ron said. “We’ll floo Mum and Ms. Granger and Parkinson. We’ve got a wedding to plan.”

*

Hermione had been firm about the date. August was out (“That is not enough time!”). As was the beginning of September (“Ron, our anniversary cannot be that close to when we send our kids to Hogwarts. We’ll be depressed.”). The middle of September was discarded immediately (“Too close to my birthday!). The end of October was an obvious no (“Harry, don’t act all noble. You’re always sad that time of year,”). Ron had put his foot down about waiting until November in spite of Hermione’s cajoling (“Ron you have waited six years, another three months won’t kill you!”). So, they decided to bond at the beginning of October.

Ron didn’t regret waiting to bond his mates. Harry had flourished over the past six years. His black moods faded and he communicated his sadness without rage. Harry could see a future for himself these days. Ron liked to believe that Harry would have healed just the same if they’d bonded at 18, but the important thing was that Harry never had to wonder.

Ron met four times a year with the team of Healers studying Alphas and Omegas, funded by Malfoy. Ron held the record for longest without bonding after selecting a mate – mates, in his case – according to Wizarding records on Alphas. The Healers found no adverse impacts on his health or magic, contrary to Wizarding belief that Alphas simply needed to bond their mate once selected.

“Well, of course there isn’t,” Ron snorted when the Healers expressed astonishment. “I’m still taking care of my mates. That is what keeps me strong, not the bonding.”

Significant changes in law regarding Omegas and Alphas resulted from these findings. After becoming a solicitor, Malfoy petitioned for new protections for Omegas in front of the Wizengamont. Malfoy and Nott, along with Parkinson and several other Alphas in their year had testified to their ability to control themselves around Luna and Gin while unbonded. Ron tried very hard to avoid the details of those testimonies. They must had been persuasive though, because when combined with the research the Healers conducted on him, and the contents of the Alpha and Omega journals Nott published, the Wizengamont had indeed passed the legislation. Omegas could now refuse Alphas, and Alphas could be punished when coercive to Omegas. Malfoy and Nott had taken Ginny and Luna to Greece to celebrate this victory for Ginny’s 22^nd birthday. Ron worked hard to learn nothing about that trip either.

They were pouring over the guest list one evening when Harry asked, “Are we bonding before or after the ceremony?”

“After,” Ron and Hermione said together. Ron grinned, he loved when they were on the same page.

“We’ll be too stressed about the wedding to bond before,” Hermione explained.

“I don’t want to have to worry about you both being presentable after,” Ron added. He smelled both Hermione and Harry get aroused.

“Who-” Harry said, looking at Hermione before cutting himself off, biting his lip.

Hermione looked at Harry with a slightly feral grin. Ron knew when Hermione and Harry were alone, she was the more dominant of the two.

“Say it,” Hermione ordered Harry. “You can have it, just ask for what you want.”

“You got his cock first,” Harry said, blushing deep red. “Can I have his knot first?”

Ron’s heart thudded in his chest. He hadn’t known this was where the conversation would go. He felt paralyzed with arousal.

“Say please,” Hermione said, her grin positively sinful.

“Please,” Harry said, voice breaking slightly.

“Yes, you may have our Alpha’s knot first,” Hermione said, leaning over to squeeze Harry’s cock through his trousers.

Snapping out of it, Ron was on top of his mates in an instant.

“I can’t wait to give you my knot, fuck,” Ron muttered.

They were all in their underwear and Hermione had just had her first orgasm when their Floo sprang to life.

“What have we here?” came Parkinson’s smug voice and Clementine’s laugh.

Ron snarled at being interrupted. He’d completely forgotten about the fitting with all the talk of knotting.

“Hi Pans,” Hermione said, going to hug her in only her thong.

“You do have great tits,” Clementine said, embracing Hermione. “Pansy was right.”

“We were discussing bonding,” Harry said, greeting them as well.

Clementine smirked and Harry laughed. Pouting a little, Ron pulled his pants on and said hello. He supposed it wasn’t their fault that his fiancés had selected that moment to compete over his knot.

*

Ron generally didn’t throw an Alpha-fuss but he insisted that both Harry and Hermione walk down the aisle to meet him at the altar. The ceremony would be entirely Muggle so her more open-minded family could attend. In the Muggle world, only Harry and Hermione would be married as there was no real record of Ron’s existence. The reception back at the Burrow would be far more magical, and they would sign their three-way marriage license in front of a Ministry representative. Their loved ones that didn’t quite blend amongst Muggles were only invited to the reception.

Harry could hear Hermione chatting to her parents on the other side of the screen as he strode into the holding area. Ms. Granger insisted it was bad luck for Ron or him to see her in her dress before the wedding. Harry liked her far too much to argue. Mr. and Ms. Weasley were waiting for him, along with the grooms’ people, looking lovely, though different than usual, in their Muggle formal wear.

“Hey Mum,” Harry said softly as Ms. Weasley pulled him into a hug.

“Son, you’ve started her crying far too early,” Mr. Weasley said once Mrs. Weasley had released him.

“Thank you,” Harry said earnestly, looking between them. “For doing this, truly-”

“Hush,” Mr. Weasley said, embracing him, “you’re one of ours. You’ve been ours for a decade. Today it just becomes official. We wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

Harry blinked back tears. They waited mainly in silence, Harry between the Weasleys who held his hands. The string quartet started Champagne Supernova – Ron loved Oasis. Their grooms’ people made their way down the aisle. Bill, Charlie, George, and Percy, along with Neville, Angelina, and Draco. Hermione had briefly vied for Draco to be in her party but Harry won in the end. The bride’s party went next. Ginny was hotly contested for both sides, but opted to be in Hermione’s party, much to Ron’s annoyance and Hermione’s delight. Luna was there too, along with Pansy, Theo and Margarite, a friend Hermione made in her Healer training. Fleur led Victoire down the aisle while she threw flower petals from her basket. Teddy gave Harry a last hug before bravely walking down the aisle alone as a ring bearer.

Then the terrifyingly competent wedding planner beckoned Harry out. He walked down the aisle to The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face feeling a little shaky in his legs. Everyone was there. Hermione’s family was enormous, taking up the first four rows of pews. Many of her classmates, Muggle and Wizard, sat behind them. Nearly every teacher Hermione ever had was in attendance. Her primary school piano instructor sat beside Headmistress McGonagall in a contrast that made Harry smile. On the grooms’ side was a limited number of Weasleys and Prewets. No one trusted Auntie Muriel to not break the Statute of Secrecy. Nearly all living members of Dumbledore’s Army were in attendance, Cho grinned from beside the Patil sisters and Seamus and Dean held hands, looking a bit misty-eyed. Hagrid and Madame Maxime beamed from reinforced pews. All of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes employees were there, along with Ron’s friends from his pickup Quidditch matches. Harry’s friends from his DADA mastery were there. Dudley and his wife sat in the back, smiling. There had been a painful run-in in the bathroom of a Patti Smith concert four years ago that led to a nice friendship. Dudley had cut off his parents after he met his wife. Ironically, she was Pagan.

The attendants faded away once Harry set eyes on Ron. He looked very handsome in his Muggle suit. His hair curled gently behind his ears. Ron’s eyes were brimming with tears and he was grinning so wide Harry thought he might hurt himself. Harry and the Weasleys reached the end of the aisle and there was a flurry of hugs and teary kisses. When Ron’s big hands finally clasped Harry’s he could’ve sworn he felt sparks between them. The music changed and he and Ron smiled at each other and turned to Hermione.

*

Waiting with her parents and bridal party, Hermione felt unexpected butterflies in her stomach. Her mother gently swatted her hand away from checking her hair for the umpteenth time.

“It’s perfect, love,” her mum said.

“You look beautiful.” Dad smiled down at her.

“Are you… nervous?” Mum asked, a little surprised.

“I guess?” Hermione said, sifting through her feelings. “We’ve waited so long. and its finally here, and everyone I know is here and this dress is unbelievable, but I don’t know how I’m going to go to the bathroom, and what if I trip or mess up my vows or-”

“It will still be perfect,” Dad said, running a soothing hand along her back. “Everyone will laugh and you’ll still be married.”

“You are a witch!” Mum said with a smile, “Surely you can just vanish the contents of your bladder.”

“Mum!” Hermione said, laughing. Then she sobered. “Thank you for support us. And explaining everything to Gran and the aunts. It means a lot.”

“Of course, darling,” Mum said pulling her close.

Then the music started and very quickly only Hermione and her parents were left to go down the aisle. The musicians began Fleetwood Mac’s Songbird and Hermione felt her breath catch in her chest. The wedding planner waved them down the aisle. Gripping her parents tightly, Hermione caught sight of her grooms. Later, she would relish the photos of her Muggle friends, teachers, and co-workers mingling with her Wizarding ones. But in the moment, she only had eyes for her boys.

Ron was close to sobbing, tears streaming freely down his face. She felt a wave of affection for him. The butterflies vanished, leaving only a serene joy. Harry had a lightness to him that was still new. He was practically bouncing on his toes with excitement. As she got closer, she saw that his eyes were brimming with tears behind his glasses. She hugged both her parents tightly and took her place at the altar across from her beaming partners.

Hermione’s favorite cousin Zainab officiated. She instructed everyone to be seated. Hermione vaguely heard her tell the story of the first time she met Ron and Harry.

“We’d always said that it would be hard to find a man who could keep up with our Hermione. Gran thought it made sense she needed two.”

Everyone laughed and quickly it was time for the vows. Hermione insisted on going first.

“I was a lonely child in many ways,” Hermione said, determinedly not looking at Harry or Ron, “and I had never really had friends before I met the two of you. For a while, keeping you in school, and in one piece felt like my purpose in our friendship. But then,” she changed a look up and caught sight of Ron and Harry’s warm attention. She smiled and looked back down. “Then, something changed and grew. You take-” her voice broke and she took a deep breath. “You take such good care of me. Not just of my mind, but of my health and my heart too.”

She looked up, eyes filling with tears and saw Harry and Ron beaming at her through tears of their own.

“It’s a joy to love you both and be loved by you,” Hermione said. “I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love to learn, but the two of you,” she exhaled sharply to stive off her tears. “You mean the world to me.”

She took some steadying breaths and both Harry and Ron squeezed her hands and wiped her tears. She gave a shaky little laugh at Ron’s expression. He was barely restraining himself from wrapping her in his arms. Then it was Harry’s turn.

“It feels like my life began the day that I met Ron,” Harry said. Hermione was instantly grateful for the waterproofing charms on her makeup. Ron’s shoulders shook as he cried. She squeezed his hand.

“Ron was my first friend. The first person I ever shared anything with. He-” Harry cleared his throat. “He made me feel lovable, for the first time in my life.”

Hermione clutched Ron’s arm for support, wiping her tears as fast as she could while Ron sobbed.

“Hermione was terrifying,” Harry said. She laughed wetly. “So smart and self-assured. A confidence I couldn’t conceive of. She started saving my life when I was 11. I would have died ten times over if it wasn’t for her. When I-” he cleared his throat again. “When I had no one, I had Hermione.”

She gave a teary exhale and let Ron wrap his arm around her. They watched Harry pull himself together and continue.

“When Ron and Hermione got together and I was happy for them. And I was heartbroken. Then they showed up at my house one day, seven years ago and said they loved me too. It was like all the pieces of my heart clicked together.”

Harry was crying in earnest now, speaking between his tears.

“It’s been easy. Blissfully, easy being with you two. Easier than anything else in my life. Easier than breathing. I love you both so much.”

Ron was completely wrecked after that. He promised to read his vows in private to them. Hermione couldn’t help herself and kissed his cheek fondly.

Then repeating after Zainab. “I take you to be my wedded partners, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as I live.”

There was kissing and cheering and Hermione’s heart pounded in her chest. She took in her husbands, her mates. They looked at each other and at her with such tremendous love. Their friends and family cheered as they walked down the aisle. Rose petals flew in the air. She felt a fresh wave of tears of joy as they walked out into the late afternoon sun.

The reception was beautiful. The Burrow hosted for the fourth time. George and Angelina had finally tied the knot the previous summer. Hermione and Harry signed the Muggle paperwork earlier in the day and they completed the Wizarding vow with Ron before dinner started. The speeches after dinner brought the house down. Her mum and dad read selections from her teenage letters about Harry and Ron making her blush horribly.

“You had a crush,” Ron whispered, poking her in the ribs.

“Ronald, we are married,” she whispered, slamming her elbow into his stupid Alpha abdominals. He didn’t even flinch

“Yooooou like us,” Harry teased, making her roll her eyes.

Their first dance was to Higher. Hermione had firmly shut down Ron’s suggestion of As Long As You Love Me. He couldn’t understand what made boy bands inappropriate first dance material. Partner dancing with three people was fairly silly. Hermione spent much of the song sandwiched between her two men with her back to Harry’s chest. Ron insisted he needed to see both of their faces. As D’Angelo sang about ecstasy, her mind began to wander to their honeymoon and bonding. She traced a finger lightly over Ron’s scent gland.

“You tease,” Harry laughed into her ear. It was one of her favorite tricks to make Ron squirm in public.

“Won’t work tonight,” Ron whispered a little smugly. “Took suppressants all week.”

“You what?” Hermione asked, a little surprised.

Ron nodded. “Didn’t want to be distracted from the wedding. Didn’t want to miss a minute.”

“Ron,” Harry said softly, “that is very sweet.”

Hermione nodded and kissed his cheek. “I am a bit disappointed,” she said just loud enough for the two of them to hear. “I was excited to get knotted tonight.” She licked her lips at the expression on Ron’s face.

Ron growled and picked her up, turning her so she faced Harry instead.

“Incorrigible,” he muttered.

Hermione danced with her dad to You Are the Sunshine of My Life. They swayed to the music while Hermione cried gently. Then there were many ridiculous twirls and dips that made her laugh and feel eight years old again. Harry and Ron took turns dancing with Mrs. Weasley to a Celestina Warbeck song that set Hermione’s teeth on edge. They were all so happy and looked so darling that she forgave them.

Their Portkey was set to leave at 2am. All their belongings for a week in Spain were packed in Hermione’s beaded bag, for old time’s sake. In a flurry of well-wishes, Hermione grabbed the deflated football with Ron and Harry and twirled away into the night. They landed in the living room of the house they were renting on the Mediterranean.

“We did it,” she said, looking at her husbands.

They smiled back at her and kissed her softly.

“And now we bond!” she said, trying to summon some energy from her reserves.

“Now you sleep,” Ron said laughing.

“I want to get knotted,” Harry said, muffling his yawn with his hand.

“And you will,” Ron said, kissing him firmly. “But first we sleep. The suppressants will wear off eventually and then I’ll break you both in half on my cock.”

“I’ve never been so horny and tired in my life,” Hermione muttered, letting Ron undress her.

They were asleep in a pile on the bed in minutes.

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The first day of their honeymoon slid by. They all slept late. Ron brought pastries and fruit to bed and insisted on feeding Hermione and Harry by hand. They swam in the ocean, laughing and tumbling in the waves. Ron fussed over both of them, pulling Hermione up from under the water when a wave knocked her off her feet. The sex was slow, and lazy. The air crackled with the tension of what was to come. Harry knew Ron’s suppressants were wearing off when he insisted that he shower with the curtain open, unable to tolerate even a moment where he couldn’t see both his mates.

“I’m worried,” Ron said as they were falling asleep.

Harry flipped on his stomach to face him, silhouetted in the moonlight streaming from the window. Hermione curled to look at him too. The spicy smell of sex lingered in the air and wet patches were drying on their skin. Ron didn’t like to vanish the mess this close to his rut, sleeping easier when his mates smelled like him.

“Worried about what, love?” Harry asked softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on Ron’s chest.

“I’ve… suppressed the Alpha instinct to bite you for so many ruts. I am worried it’ll be too much, too intense when I let it out. I’m worried I’ll hurt you.”

“It’s going to be fine,” Hermione said, tucking a curl behind his ear and kissing his cheek. “I for one am looking forward to seeing the big bad Alpha in full glory.”

Harry laughed but Ron’s brow furrowed.

“Ron, you can feel what we feel,” Harry said, pressing his palm firmly into Ron’s chest, grounding. “Your Alpha would never hurt us.”

Ron nodded begrudgingly and pulled them both more firmly against him. Hermione slung her leg over Ron, tucking her head under his chin. Harry nuzzled in, resting his head on Ron’s chest.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” Ron asked quietly.

“Or if it not enough,” Hermione said, smiling sleepily.

She squeaked when Ron pinched her in retaliation. Laughing, Harry intertwined his fingers in hers and fell asleep surrounded by their warmth.

When he woke up the thin light of dawn was creeping in through the window. Hermione was spooning him, nose tucked into the back of his neck. Ron was suspiciously absent, though the shower was running. Gently, he nudged Hermione awake. She kissed him sleepily and then looked around for Ron. He nodded in the direction of the bathroom and holding hands they got out of bed.

Ron was in the shower, teeth gritted. It must’ve been freezing. There was no condensation on the mirror, but Ron’s skin was flushed red.

“Ronald, what are you doing?” Hermione asked, crossing her arms.

Ron’s eyes snapped to them and he seemed to tremble, holding himself back.

“Rut’s starting,” he grunted.

“Obviously,” Harry said, rolling his eyes. “Why are you in the shower? Not in bed with us.”

“Wanted you to sleep. Get your rest. Take good care of you,” Ron said, panting.

Hermione strode to the shower and turned it off. Harry right behind her. “Ron this is stupid. We slept all day yesterday. I would like to get fucked now please.”

Ron’s wide eyes looked at hers and then Harry.

“Come and bite us, love,” Harry said, a little smile playing on his lips.

With a moan, Ron leapt out of the shower. He tossed Hermione over one shoulder. She shrieked and laughed. Pulling Harry along by the hand, he strode into the bedroom in a few short strides and tossed both of them on the bed. Wards burst from Ron, encasing them and most of the house in a golden dome. Ron fell on top of them, pushing Hermione and Harry together and kissing them as though he might never get the chance again.

“Can I bite you, please?” Ron panted.

He scraped his fangs along Harry’s neck and he moaned.

“Please bite me, Ron.” One hand scrabbled on the sheets and the other grabbed Hermione’s hand tightly.

Ron’s fangs sunk into the place his neck met his shoulder, where his scent gland would be if he wasn’t a beta. Harry jolted at the initial pain but moaned as Ron licked the spot. A little Alpha magic wound its way through his veins. He was ridiculously hard and felt loose and floaty. Ron was lapping at Hermione’s neck now.

“Yes,” Hermione whispered, “bite me.”

Harry watched as Ron did, teeth sinking into in. He lapped the blood up lovingly as Hermione moaned.

“Fuck,” Hermione gasped as Ron slid a finger inside her. He grabbed Harry’s cock with the other and stood looking down at them.

“Better,” Ron said, eyes gleaming. “So much better.” Then he turned serious. “Gotta knot you. Gunna fill you.”

“Instincts,” Hermione muttered as she rolled her hips to move Ron’s finger inside her. “You need to stretch Harry first,” she reminded Ron who was looking between them like they were a feast and he didn’t know where to start.

In a flash, Harry was on his stomach, his face buried between Hermione’s legs. His fingers and tongue quickly brought her to orgasm as Ron sunk one finger, then two, then three inside him. It was fast and deep, making Harry’s head spin. Copious amounts of lube mixed with the cum Ron had left there yesterday. Harry quivered with anticipation.

“Beg him,” Hermione ordered, lifting Harry up from her clit by his hair.

Merlin, she knew just what to say to make him wild. Harry licked his lips and twisted to look back at Ron who was fucking him determinedly with three fingers.

“Please, Alpha. Please knot me. Please stretch my little hole with your big knot. Please fill me with your cu-”  

Harry moaned as Ron’s cock pushed into him. It burned. He desperately tried to relax as he felt his precum wet his stomach.

“So. Fucking. Tight,” Ron said, words in time with short strokes to work his way deeper.

“Oh, he’s big already,” Harry whispered to Hermione, fingers digging into her thighs. “Bigger than before.”

Hermione hummed her approval. Harry tried to focus on her clit but the stretch of Ron made it hard to do anything but take it. He rested his head on her thigh and watched her fingers circle her clit. When Ron was nearly fully seated, he leaned forward to bite Hermione’s nipple. Harry cried out at the press. Ron was finally all the way inside. He lapped at the wetness that spilled from Hermione as she kissed Ron above him.

Ron fucked him languidly. Harry grasped and groaned beneath him as Ron hit his prostate with practiced ease. Suddenly, Ron pulled out. Harry cried at the sudden emptiness, feeling his opening flutter. Ron bent down, sliding his tongue inside his slick hole. He moaned. Ron ate him for a bit, making Harry lightheaded. Then he pried Harry open with his thumbs, sighing at the sight. Harry blushed under the attention. Ron spat inside him, the cool saliva a contrast with Harry’s heated insides. All at once, Ron flipped Harry. He landed on his back. Immediately, Ron was back inside him, fucking him hard with a leg thrown over each shoulder.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Harry said, digging his nails into Ron’s forearms. “Your knot!”

“Not yet,” Ron grunted.

His knot was starting to grow. The base of Ron’s cock swelled, slightly thicker than the rest of his already enormous cock. Harry cried and gasped as it moved inside him. He found Hermione crouched beside them, hand between her legs, eyes fixed where Ron filled him.

“You look gorgeous,” Hermione said sweetly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “So pretty and open for Ron.”

Harry felt his pleasure spin higher. The only thing keeping him from cumming was the pain of being stretched more with each thrust.

“Keep it in me,” Harry gasped. “Ron, it’s so much. I want to feel you swell inside me.”

With a moan, Ron thrust home. His growing knot popped through the ring of Harry’s hole and he cried out. Ron rocked his hips, short thrusts to keep his knot inside. Harry’s mouth dropped open at the absolute bliss of it. He felt split in half. His entire world had dwindled down to Ron’s cock inside him and the increasing pressure of the knot on his prostate.

“You’re so big,” Harry practically wailed.

Ron liked that. With a growl he bent and kissed Harry, all teeth and tongue.

“Come with me,” he ordered, panting into Harry’s open mouth.

“Can’t- hold it,” Harry grunted, his pleasure ratcheting higher.

“Hold it,” Ron ordered, Alpha tone ringing through the room.

Harry went limp under him, balanced on the knife’s edge of his orgasm. The Alpha tone had never impacted him like this before. Ron grinned. His fangs gleamed.

“Good boy.” Harry shuddered. With a final thrust, Ron began to spill inside him. Harry gasped. “Come,” Ron ordered.

Harry came the hardest he’d ever in his life. He thrashed at the intensity of the pressure on his prostate and the copious amounts of cum Ron was pumping inside him. His eyes rolled back in his head as his untouched cock spurted between them. Ron sank his teeth into Harry’s neck again and he stilled, digging his nails so hard into Ron he must’ve drawn blood. On and on it went, until Harry was limp and exhausted.

Hermione’s familiar figure curled around him, bringing him back to earth. She kissed his cheek softly and he turned to look at her. He could smell the wetness on her fingers and took them into his mouth. She smiled. They turned to look at Ron who was-

“He’s asleep?” Hermione asked, giving Ron’s shoulder a little shove.

Ron made a noise deep in his chest and smiled in his sleep. He wrapped his arms around both Harry and Hermione.

“Is he… purring?” Harry asked.

He and Hermione burst out laughing at their enormous mate collapsed on top of them, purring. With some shoving, they were able to get Ron on his back. Harry settled on his chest, still full of his knot.

“How was it?” Hermione asked as they kissed lightly.

“Incredible,” Harry said, clenching around the knot still inside him and shuddering. “Intense. The Alpha magic…” He wasn’t quite sure how to put it into words. “It made it all more vivid. The Alpha tone worked on me. I mean I could’ve disobeyed if I wanted to, but it stopped me from cumming. I feel more connected to him somehow.”

He could practically see Hermione’s research brain working. “Fascinating. There should be research on how it impacts the body of betas. I’ll have to talk to Draco ab-”

Her words were cut off by a growl from Ron. Harry and Hermione exchanged a look.

“Neville.” A growl.

“Theo.” Another, louder.

“George.” Nothing.

Harry burst out laughing. Laughing with the knot inside him was a wild sensation and he squirmed. Ron purred louder and held him tight.

“Sweet possessive idiot,” Hermione said affectionately, kissing Ron’s cheek.

*

When Ron woke up, his knot had deflated and Hermione was cumming as she rode Harry. With a growl, he dove between her legs, lapping up her orgasm where it spilled around Harry’s cock. She pulled off Harry. Ron sucked his cock clean before diving between her legs. She came again with Ron’s tongue inside her, fingers on her clit.

“Come knot me, Alpha,” Hermione whispered.

“Fuck,” Ron moaned.

Hermione let herself be arranged on her back. Harry plucked at her nipples while Ron rubbed his swollen cockhead through her folds. She was a mess between her thighs, cum from the previous night mixed with her wetness and orgasms. When Ron’s cock with slick, he notched his head inside her and pushed. Her breath left in a puff. He was bigger already. She spread her thighs wider as Ron pressed deeper. It was delicious. His cock pressed against every inch of her aching cunt. It felt like he was carving a new path inside her for himself. He bottomed out, tip brushing her cervix, and she came, arching her back. Ron and Harry made noises of approval, each sucking at a nipple.

“Ready?” Ron asked once the aftershocks faded.

Hermione pulled her knees up in response, moaning wantonly as Ron sank a millimeter deeper. Grinning, Ron began fucking her. The slide of his cock was intoxicating. She clenched hard around him as he bottomed out, body unable to decide if she wanted to push him out or pull him further in. She came again when Ron shoved a pillow under her hips, cock sliding against her g-spot with each thrust.

Her last orgasm triggered Ron’s knot to begin its steady swell. He was panting over her and she gasped as he thrust inside, stretching her further. It hurt deliciously. After three or four strokes, Ron sunk deep. He kept his thrusts shallow, knot staying inside her as he had with Harry.

“Fuck me,” Hermione demanded, grabbing his arms where he braced himself above her.

“Won’t hurt you,” Ron grunted, keeping his strokes infuriatingly short.

“Fuck me with your knot!” Hermione was whining now.

“Too much for you,” Ron panted.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed. She did not like being told what was too much for her, especially in bed.

“Fuck me with your knot, Ron.” Then making her tone as sweet as she could, “I need your knot to stretch me. Your pups will be bigger than that.”

It worked, as she’d known it would. Harry gasped and Ron’s eyes lit up, almost feral.

“You want my pups?” Ron groaned, pulling his knot out of her.

He knew she wouldn’t conceive, her Muggle implant saw to that, but if it got her fucked on his knot, she was willing to play along. “Stretch me out, Alpha. Fill me with your pups.”

Ron thrust his knot inside her and she came with a shout. He fucked her fast and hard, battering her entrance with his knot. She went limp, overwhelmed with the stimulation. It hurt, an aching burning pain that made her feel like she was filled with electricity. Ron’s pace didn’t slow. Each thrust stretched her entrance wider. She felt like she would snap in half. There was no longer space between her orgasms. She couldn’t stop cumming. Ron kissed her open mouth, swallowing her cries. She felt tears slide down her cheeks as the pain and pleasure spiraled higher.

Finally, and altogether too soon, Ron’s knot caught inside her. He tugged twice making sure she was firmly plugged. She felt herself squirt at the intense pressure. Somehow, she seemed to get fuller and she knew Ron was filling her with his cum. Then his fangs sunk into her neck again and she was sobbing. One final orgasm forced out of her and her body was a mess of overstimulation. It was too much. It was the best she’d ever felt.

“Whoa,” Harry said softly, pressing her hair off her sweaty forehead. “You okay?”

Hermione could barely nod as Ron held still through the aftershocks. He leaned down and lapped up the tears that hadn’t slipped into her hair.

“She’s overwhelmed, but happy,” Ron said confidently.

She smiled as her body began to relax. The Alpha senses were helpful for something. When she was ready. Ron held her tightly and rolled so she could rest on his chest while his knot filled her. The movement made her cunt ache, and turned her on immensely.

“Another?” Ron asked, surprised.

Wordlessly, Hermione nodded and began grinding her hips. Harry kissed her neck, her back as Ron looked up at her in awe. She shuddered through an orgasm that ran through her like lightening before collapsing on Ron’s chest. He purred happily. She laughed and settled herself closer. The vibrations were soothing through her body.

“That was intense,” Harry said, kissing Ron.

“Maybe a bit more then she expected,” Ron said, rubbing her back soothingly. Hermione looked up to glare at him. Ron held his hands up in surrender. “Not that you couldn’t handle it, love,” he said.

Smiling, Hermione rested back down. It was more intense than she expected. And she’d cum harder than she thought physically possible. Harry pressed his body against Ron’s and slung his arm around them both. She kissed him before closing her eyes.

*

Ron hadn’t said a word in at least a day. He was all instinct, focused on ringing every drop of pleasure from his mates. His body was theirs. He was nothing but the heights he brought them to. The pleasure coursing through him was tremendous and he knew his next knot would be his last. Hermione stretched out under him. She was a gorgeous slutty mess. Dried cum covered her tits and she was littered with bruises. The bite mark on her neck made his cock throb where it was buried inside her. She smiled up at him, limbs loose, eyes a little unfocused.

Harry’s hand on his shoulder grounded him. A soft kiss to the back of his neck and he felt Harry’s cock press against his hole. He exhaled sharply, forcing his muscles to relax, eager to have his mate inside him. When Harry was fully seated, Ron pulled his arms around his waist. Harry rested his head on Ron’s shoulder, kissing his neck. Ron breathed deep, enjoying the feeling of being connected to both his mates. But something was off. The feeling of rightness he’d come to expect at the end of his ruts did not settle over them.

Frowning, he bent and lapped at Hermione’s bite mark. That wasn’t it. He could smell his scent in her blood now. He twisted, smelling Harry. That wasn’t it either.

“Is something wrong?” Hermione asked, placing a hand on his chest.

Ron grunted, frowning. Harry moved to pull out but Ron pulled him firmly flush against his back. That would make it worse.

“What is it, love?” Harry said, hand circling soothingly on Ron’s belly.

Ron inhaled. Then he realized. That was it. He didn’t smell like his mates.

“Bite me,” he barked, voice rough from lack of use.

He brought Harry’s head to his scent gland. Harry did as he was told, nipping the skin.

“Harder.”

Harry bit deep enough to draw blood, but his beta teeth couldn’t pierce the scent gland. That wouldn’t do. Frantically his eyes searched the room, looking for something sharp. There on the bedside table was a wine opener. He surged forward. Hermione moaned as he pressed more firmly in her and Harry sighed as Ron dragged along his cock.

“Darling, what are you doing with that?” Hermione said, eyeing the wine opener with confusion.

Ron didn’t have it in him to explain. He pulled Hermione to sit. His cock still hard inside her, Harry filling him from behind. Before his mates could stop him, he slashed his scent glands, first on one side, then the other. Hermione’s eyes went wide and Harry cried out in alarm. Ron knew his pheromones were whipping through the room by the flush creeping up Hermione’s cheeks and the fresh wave of wetness around his cock. Harry fucked into him.

“Lick,” Ron ordered, Alpha tone, ringing out.

Obediently, Hermione arched up to lap at his scent gland. Harry did the same on the other side. Ron sighed, the feeling of rightness sinking into him. He began to move between them, filling Hermione and then himself on Harry. Hermione fell back on the bed, lips a little red with his blood, moaning as his knot began to fill. Harry fell away from his scent gland gasping. His fingers dug into Ron’s hips hard as he began meeting Ron’s thrusts, filling him deeper.

Bliss. Ron sniffed the air, reveling in how his scent mixed with his mates. It smelled good, so right to finally be together in every way. He felt Hermione cum beneath him. He looked down. She was knot drunk, eyes unfocused as she came again and again. Twisting, Ron turned to look at Harry. His eyes were piercing, laser focused as he filled Ron and kept his own pleasure at bay. He grinned at Ron and shifted, hitting his prostate dead on.

Ron, howled. His knot locked inside Hermione and he fell forward, pulling Harry with him. A few more strokes and he came, filling Hermione’s stuffed cunt. Harry filled him, a broken moan escaping. Hermione writhed. He felt her cum at least twice more. Women’s bodies were amazing.

They lay there together, panting. Ron felt the wards fall as they caught their breath. With a sigh, Harry pulled out of him, flopping backward on the bed. He shuffled close to kiss Hermione. They caught sight of Ron grinning down at them.

“Usually you’re unconscious for this part,” Hermione said, stretching to kiss him.

“How do you feel?” Harry asked Ron.

“Amazing,” Ron said, tone reverent. “Ruts have always been incredible, but this…” he trailed off. “It’s like I’m fulfilling my purpose.”

“What’s your purpose?” Hermione asked sleepily.

“To keep my mates safe and happy,” Ron said, kissing the top of her head.

“And stuffed with cock,” Harry added, making Hermione snort with laughter.

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“Albus Severus. You want to name one of the children I am carrying inside me for nine months ALBUS SEVERUS?! Are you out of your mind Harry Potter?!” Hermione shouted across the kitchen table. Her arms wrapped protectively around her middle.

“It’s Harry Granger-Potter,” he corrected her laughing. “And it was a joke! Albus Severus - can you imagine?”

“The kid would get bullied with a name that absurd, famous parents be damned.” Ron was laughing too.

Hermione relaxed slightly, shaking her head. Honestly her husbands were sometimes still the boys she’d first met.

“Since they are a boy and a girl,” Hermione continued as though she hadn’t just been shouting, “I was thinking Lily and James for their middle names.”

Harry immediately stopped laughing and she saw tears begin to gather in his green eyes.

“Really, Hermione?” When she nodded, he turned to Ron, “And you?”

“I think that is brilliant,” Ron responded.

He kissed Harry gently and then rose from the table, crossing to Hermione.

“Come on, if we are going to discuss baby names properly, I need to be able to hold you both.”

Ron helped Hermione out of her chair. Seven months pregnant and already she struggled to stand on her own. She didn’t know how Molly did it so many times.

They settled into the comfy couch in the front drawing room. The sofa was enormous, practically a bed. They settled in, Hermione leaned against Harry between his legs as Ron rubbed her feet.

“Now, Dr. Granger,” Ron continued. “Any ideas for their first names?”

“Not really,” Hermione said. “Are there any family names you want to consider?”

“I am guessing you won’t go for Muriel,” Ron laughed.

“Ronald Weasley, don’t you even joke about it.”

“Ronald Granger-Weasley,” he corrected her.

Hermione smiled, leaning into Harry further who was stroking her hair.

“Hermione you’re named after a Shakespeare play, right?” Harry asked. “Any interest in making that a tradition?”

“Hm,” she tilted her head. “I’ll admit I like the idea of Muggle names for the babies. I quite want to sully your illustrious bloodlines as much as possible.”

Ron smiled, scooting closer so he could rub her belly. Harry’s arms wrapped around Hermione’s waist to join Ron’s. She pulled her top up so they could touch her firm belly, enjoying the sensation of their hands on her skin.

“I am so happy to be here with both of you, with these little babies,” Harry said softly into Hermione’s hair.

Ron and Hermione smiled, letting the beauty of the moment sink in.

“Viola and Sebastian are twins in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night,” Hermione said after a while.

“I like Viola Lily,” Harry said.

“I do too,” Ron smiled. “I don’t like Sebastian though. He’s one of the fish in that mermaid movie.”

Hermione laughed, “Oh my god, The Little Mermaid, you’re right. Sebastian is out.”

After a minute she said, “I don’t think we should name our boy after any of Shakespeare’s heroes. I don’t want him to have to be heroic.”

Harry’s voice was thick when he responded, “I agree. I want our children to be at ease.”

“How about the romantic ones?” Ron said. “Oh! What was that one you took me to last year Hermione? Where the woman was fiery and he loved it?”

“Much Ado About Nothing!” Hermione exclaimed. “Benedict is who you mean.”

“Benedict James is nice,” Harry said. He rubbed her belly fondly, “Little Vi and Benny.”

Suddenly a foot kicked out against Harry’s hand. They exchanged wide-eyed glances. Then a tiny hand pressed across the tight expanse of Hermione’s belly.

“Viola and Benedict,” Ron said, pressing a kiss to the palm before it disappeared. “We can’t wait to meet you.”