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The cobblestone street was nearly empty. No wonder, as the stone and folk alike were being whipped by strong wings and beaten by heavy rain. Rain so intense that it was drowning out any other sounds that might've otherwise been heard. Any chatter, thuds of boots on the tiled road, or vendors advertising their product.
There was one character that stood out on the street. He was brisk in his step, struggling to keep the umbrella above his head, wrestling the winds. It was uncertain whether he had places to be, or if he was simply trying to get out of the downpour faster.
Finally, he stopped in front of one establishment, folding his umbrella, he rushed in. The sign next to the entrance read: "The Leaky Cauldron".
The inn was very populated, lots of people were simply hiding away from the rain, and others were regulars. Some people were just entering the Diagon Alley.
The man was looking around, searching through the crowd. He was wearing a long, black coat, reaching the lower half of his calves. Despite the umbrella's best efforts, it was still wet. On his feet, wearing brown dress shoes. The coat was covering most of his black trousers.
He adjusted his glasses, and at last, saw the person he was expecting to meet. He threaded the crowd, dismissing the folk who greeted him happily.
Sitting down on the opposite side of the table, he took off his coat and hung it on the chair, then he propped his umbrella against the edge of the table. Underneath the coat was a black shirt, with a dark red tie and a dark grey vest over it.
By the two empty pints on the wooden table, the man with glasses judged that the other man had been there for quite a while already.
He placed his hands on the table.
"Sorry for being late..." He sighed.
"That's alright... I know your job is tough. I served myself already." He dismissed the man's apology and subtly pointed at the two empty beer mugs.
"I haven't seen you in such a long time... Ron." The man with the glasses stated.
"I know. I've been... busy... Good to see you again, Harry.- Oh, please, two butterbeers, thank you." Ron replied and smirked as he tugged on the waitress' dress that was just passing by. The waitress only smiled and nodded.
Harry also smiled at the waitress and nodded in approval.
"I hope you're paying, Harry." Ron smirked again but the smile quickly disappeared.
Harry frowned. He hadn't seen Ron in five months. He looked a lot worse than last time, and last time he already looked pretty neglected.
Ron was pale in the face, with several scars going across it. He had a huge scar on his cheek, another one cutting through his left eyebrow, another bigger one on his jaw, and countless smaller insignificant scars.
His ginger hair looked like it lost some of its color as well, it was greasy and full of dirt and grime. Harry assumed that Ron hadn't had a shower in at least a few weeks, although he couldn't smell any terrible odor from across the table.
Ron was still wearing his coat and it was somewhat similar to Harry's, at least in color and length. Ron had a black leather coat, while Harry had a black cashmere coat. Harry's coat also looked brand new except that it was a bit wet now, while Ron's was dirty, unwashed, damp and all torn up as if he ran through torn bushes a dozen times. Harry also glanced at his hands. They were dirty, as were his nails; they weren't long but it was obvious he was biting them.
"What? What's the matter?" Ron noticed how long Harry was just staring at him.
"Nothing... It's just... you don't look so good." Harry was worried that Ron was going to take offense but Ron only chuckled.
"Well... You know... My line of work doesn't exactly pay well neither does it give me enough time for... self-care."
"Yeah... right." Harry's tone was slightly condescending, but again not enough to offend Ron.
Harry knew exactly what kind of 'work' Ron was doing. And he wasn't sure what he hated more. His job or the manner of him getting to it. Harry barely considered it an actual job, because Ron was rarely ever getting paid to do it.
Ron was a hunter. A hunter of Death Eaters. Except he wasn't an Auror. In fact, what he was doing was more than illegal. He was like an Auror, except without all the restrictions, resources, or affiliation with the ministry.
Harry was well aware of Ron's practices. He would receive tips about hiding Death Eaters, and no matter how trustworthy... or untrustworthy the tip was, Ron would follow it and almost always the supposed Death Eaters ended up murdered.
Ron never talked about it in detail, but Harry was absolutely certain that Ron murdered completely innocent people, even muggles. And a lot of time he would kill pardoned Death Eaters as well. Harry couldn't deny that Ron also found some really infamous Death Eaters and dealt with them, but the price of doing so was way too high.
Harry would probably know about this, even if Ron hadn't told him, because he would often send Aurors to investigate murders, only for the evidence to lead to the one and only Ron Weasley.
Ron seldom got paid for this, only when someone wanted a specific Death Eater dead, Ron would get some kind of reward. Whether the person was a real Death Eater or not, didn't matter to Ron that much, as long as he thought it was one. Ron didn't care about the money though, he had a different agenda.
"I know you hate what I do..." Ron rubbed his hands and lowered his sight. "But you know better than anyone why I do it."
Harry recalled the Malfoy family. The Malfoys were already pardoned after Harry himself spoke up at Lucius' trial against sending him to Azkaban. The whole family was free. Harry later regretted it because the trial happened very soon after the war ended, and at the time, he didn't know the exact involvement of the Malfoys in Hermione's and Luna's imprisonment; especially Draco's.
A few months after Voldemort's defeat, it seemed like it didn't matter anyway. Lucius Malfoy was found murdered in his manor, and his wife Narcissa was tortured into insanity. She didn't remember who did it, she didn't even remember her husband or son. She was permanently hospitalized at St Mungo's. That day, Draco Malfoy disappeared off the face of the earth and was never seen again.
They never caught the person who did it, but after more months of denial, Harry was almost certain it was Ron Weasley who did it. He still didn't want to admit to himself that Ron wasn't the same person since the battle of Hogwarts. He remembered him as his best friend, a little goofy but smart at the same time, very brave and courageous. Now Ron was a relentless, cold-blooded killer.
"Yes... I know why you started this crusade of yours." Harry leaned in and hissed between his teeth. "And I also know that the path that you chose is wrong! It consumed you completely! You don't care about anything but revenge! Don't mind the fact that you probably already murdered everyone worth revenging to a long time ago!" Harry tried to keep quiet but he was also getting intense. "And don't forget that the only reason- The only reason, you haven't been caught yet, or why there aren't dozens of Aurors hunting you down, is because of my influence!"
Ron clenched his fists, looked up at Harry, and grimaced. Harry was right. And that annoyed him. Even now, after they weren't even that close anymore, it was still Harry Potter being the hero, helping him stay out of trouble.
"I still can't believe it..." Ron deflected Harry's confrontation and chuckled. "...How fast you've risen through the ranks! It's been like... what? A year and a half since the war ended? And you're already the Head of the Auror department, wow!" Ron leaned against the backrest of his chair. There was a certain bitterness in his voice.
"You know I didn't want it... I denied the promotion many times... But it got tiring after a few months... They wanted to promote me almost right away when I joined the Auror department... Guess when you kill Voldemort once and for all, people really want to give you all the responsibility for catching all the remaining evil in the world..." Ron chuckled at that, but Harry didn't even smirk.
Harry still felt out of place in that position. He was barely eighteen when he got accepted to work as an Auror and they immediately wanted to promote him and put him above people who had worked there for ten years or even more. He was worried that no one would respect him, an eighteen-year-old kid, ordering around thirty or forty-year-old veterans. However, everyone there admired him. He always felt weird about it, but once he finally accepted the position as the Head of the Auror department, it helped him immensely. Through a friendly approach, and his Aurors' admiration of him, he barely ever encountered any kind of mocking or clashes with his coworkers because of his age or because he skyrocketed through the ranks in a matter of months. He was now over nineteen, and he felt like he already reached a point in his life, that many had strived for, for many years. He thought he was very privileged, and while he appreciated it, at the same time he sometimes hated it.
"When do you think--"
"Here you go, gentlemen!" Harry was interrupted by the waitress as she brought them their ordered butterbeer.
"Oh... Thank you!" Harry exclaimed, Ron only nodded.
The waitress kept looking at Harry and was smiling the entire time. She recognized him. Though she didn't look twice at Ron.
As the waitress left, both of them took a sip in unison.
"What did you want to say, Harry?" Ron reminded him.
"Oh yes, sorry... When do you think... you'll stop? Will there ever be such a time? I miss my friend, you know." Harry honestly wanted Ron to stop, for his own safety and his soul, if there was still a soul to save. But he wasn't entirely sure if he still wanted to be friends with the Ron that was now sitting in front of him. Nonetheless, every time they met, as scarce as their meetings were, he always wanted to talk Ron out of it, and this time it wouldn't be any different.
"Well, you know..." Ron circled his finger around the edge of the beer mug. "There will always be another Death Eater to take care of... The party never ends."
Harry shook his head as he found it unbelievable how nonchalant Ron was about actively destroying his life and neglecting everyone who was once dear to him. The Auror department hadn't found a single Death Eater in hiding for the past two months, and they had much greater resources and much greater reach, yet, apparently, Ron was finding at least a few of them every month, and Harry would have to real be really ignorant to think that Ron was really killing just the bad guys.
"You're killing innocent people! You'd have to be really stupid to not know what!" Harry was whispering but he was also loud at the same time. He was losing patience with Ron.
Ron grimaced again and calmly took another sip of his butterbeer.
"You're the stupid one, and naive at that! Do you really think there are no Death Eaters left?! You know I have to find them all! And bring them to justice! After what happened at Hogwarts! You should be the one to understand why I am doing what I am doing!" Ron almost yelled. A few heads turned their way from the neighboring tables.
"Keep it down!" Harry scolded him. "You can't be the judge, jury and executioner! What's the ministry for then?! All the people that you've killed; deserved a fair trial! You could've just brought them all in! No, you chose to kill them! Damn it, I would've given you a job of an Auror if you asked at any point! I still would do so!" Harry continued in his loud whispering. "I think..." He added silently.
Ron only sighed angrily and sat back with the butterbeer in his hand. Harry also sighed after getting no response from Ron, he also leaned back and took another sip of butterbeer to calm his nerves.
Memories were coming back to both of them; after what Ron said. Harry knew that Ron had a better reason than anyone to do what he was doing. He knew it. He just believed that this vigilante revenge wasn't the path Ron was supposed to take. Harry would feel less guilty about it if Ron was really killing only true Death Eaters, which was what Ron was doing at the start, but once those started fizzling out, his Death Eater spectrum became broader and broader.
...
They remembered the battle of Hogwarts... And how much they wished they had Hermione there that day. And even Luna. Perhaps Luna would be even more crucial to their success that day. Harry remembered how lost he was, and how long he was looking for the Ravenclaw's diadem. At first, he didn't even know what he was looking for, and when he finally figured it out, he still didn't know where he was supposed to look for it. He lost so much time because of that, and so many more people died than necessary. Even now, he still felt like he had their blood on his hands.
They remembered farther back how they had to sneak Gringotts without Hermione. They would've come so in handy there. They spent such a long time planning it, and they were still almost caught on several occasions. They were betrayed, they had to improvise, and they almost died.
And the battle... Because their forces lacked some of the best witches Hogwarts could offer, and Harry couldn't help for most of the battle as he was looking for a way to find and destroy the diadem, they were weakened. Ron himself couldn't help at all times, as he had to destroy a Horcrux himself; the cup.
Perhaps, Ron lost more that day than anyone else.
Luna and Hermione weren't there for Ginny, and while Ginny was more than powerful, Bellatrix was an excellent duelist and in a league of her own, with much more fighting experience. And Ginny was fighting her alone. In the end, she put up a good fight but was overpowered, and her life would be extinguished in the ruins of Hogwarts. However, as a great tragedy, that wasn't the only Weasley family member that was lost during that battle.
Harry couldn't stop a single tear coming down his face as he thought of Ginny. Ron ignored it but knew why the tear happened.
Fred Weasley also died, even before Ginny. Percy was there to witness it. Harry kept in touch with George, and he knew that George still struggled deeply to this day. He remembered Ron killing Augustus Rookwood, the person who killed Fred. Though Ron didn't use the unforgivable curse at that time. Not yet.
Percy Weasley was the next one of the family to die. He died very shortly after Ginny, and only because of Ginny's death, did Percy die as well. Their father, Arthur Weasley, found out about Ginny's death and in a pure rage ran to duel whoever murdered his only daughter, leaving Percy to duel Pius Thicknesse for the second time, alone. Percy was angry but also overconfident due to the fact that he defeated Pius Thicknesse earlier in that battle when a huge explosion allowed Pius to retreat safely. This time however, Percy's confidence was his undoing, he played with Pius, thinking he would defeat him and mock him just as easily as earlier, and as he fought him, he slipped up trying to stun Pius, missing him by an inch. Thicknesse retaliated, and Percy wasn't fast enough to dodge the killing curse. Percy was never Ron's favorite brother, in fact, he disliked him for most of his childhood, but he was still his brother, and when it came down to it, he would do almost anything for him.
But the hardest blow was still waiting for Ron, the one that would truly crush his soul. As Arthur was rushing toward where he thought Ginny had died. Molly Weasley engaged in a duel with Bellatrix. She had just lost Fred and Ginny, her only daughter. And she wasn't even aware that Percy had also died. Molly put up a valiant effort in fighting Bellatrix, but she was too distressed and too blinded by emotion to put up her best fight. Especially Ginny's death pierced her like a thousand daggers, and she was barely controlling her spells. After experiencing so much pain, Molly didn't even care at the exact moment if she would die. And because of that, Bellatrix bested her before Arthur ever got the chance to help his wife.
Arthur arrived only a minute too late. He didn't even notice that his wife had died, he didn't recognize her body at first... And that maybe saved his life. He fought Bellatrix and put up a great fight, at times it even looked like he had a slight chance to win. However, a few minutes into their duel. Pius Thicknesse attacked Arthur from the side and Arthur didn't last very long in the unfair fight. He was seriously wounded during the duel, but he would go on to survive the war. Bellatrix and Pius didn't get the chance to finish Arthur off as other students and teachers came to his aid. Pius would end up restrained soon after, while Bellatrix retreated.
Everything happened so quickly that it was only minutes later when Neville saved Ron's life by killing Nagini and destroying the last Horcrux. And just within the next minute, George who was crying uncontrollably himself, found his brother and told him the unbearable tragedy that fell upon their family. That was the moment Ron snapped. This was too much pain to handle. Too much pain to bear. At that time, he also still thought that Hermione was probably dead. Ron was never the same since then. He disregarded George as his fear was instantly replaced by relentless rage and sprinted out past him, out of the castle.
Harry wiped another tear from his face, as he remembered hearing Bellatrix's words just moments before he defeated Voldemort. He remembered the words as clear as day. Voldemort's defeat followed very soon after the destruction of Nagini. However, in the small window that Bellatrix had, she retreated to the courtyard, where Voldemort and Harry dueled.
Bellatrix was so delusional, overconfident, and sure that Voldemort would never, ever lose a duel to Harry Potter, that she didn't even acknowledge how weak and frail Voldemort looked after Nagini's death, and she didn't even realize how quickly Voldemort was losing. So, instead of helping her Dark Lord by attacking Harry from the back, which she could very easily do as Harry didn't even know about her, she instead laughed and taunted Harry.
"I killed Harry Potter's girlfriend! I killed Harry Potter's girlfriend! I killed Harry Potter's girlfriend!" Harry remembered her taunts.
At the time, Bellatrix thought she was taunting a dying boy, a boy who would die within a few seconds at the hands of her Dark Lord.
Harry heard those words, but... maybe luckily for him, he didn't properly register what Bellatrix was yelling. He realized that those noises were actually Bellatrix's taunts only after he had defeated Voldemort, and the words she was spouting came back to him as well.
Bellatrix was so deranged, that even after Harry disarmed Voldemort, and his motionless body slowly crumbled into the dirt and rubble, there was still a few seconds long window where she thought that the Dark Lord had the upper hand. Only after a few moments of Voldemort's body just... lying there. She realized what had happened. And at that moment, she let out the loudest, most insane, ear-piercing shriek Harry had ever heard. Just for that one moment, it sounded worse than even a Mandrake.
That was the only moment he cherished from that entire battle aside from seeing his deceased family and loved ones before facing Voldemort for the first time in that battle. Not even Voldemort's defeat was as sweet as Bellatrix's shriek. Voldemort's death was especially bittersweet because it was at the exact moment he defeated him when he found out about the death of his girlfriend, Ginny.
Immediately, Bellatrix attempted to murder Harry, but Harry had just defeated the strongest dark wizard of all time, and he was now fueled by rage as it was sinking that Bellatrix probably wasn't lying about what she was yelling seconds earlier. At first, Bellatrix tried to continue and taunt Harry, play with him, but soon realized that Harry Potter was more than a formidable opponent, and the only moment she gained a slight upper hand, was when she attacked him first, right after Voldemort's death.
Bellatrix, who was slowly losing confidence, realized that the war was over, her Dark Lord was dead and everyone else was either captured or also dead, she began fearing her fate. It was as if Voldemort's death brought back a speck of her sanity. Harry's eyes at that moment blazed with fury. And if it wasn't enough, just a minute later, Ron Weasley rushed into the courtyard and attacked Bellatrix as well.
Bellatrix managed to fight both of them off for a few minutes, but she never cast a single offensive spell during that battle, she could only defend. Bellatrix was even more unsettled by how enraged Ron looked. He looked insane. And that was saying something when Bellatrix thought someone else looked insane. Eventually, she barely managed to escape. However, Harry and Ron followed her, because they knew where she would most likely go. And they assumed correctly.
...
There were a few minutes of complete silence between the two old friends. They both had similar thoughts running through their heads, although they both had slightly different experiences at the battle of Hogwarts.
"I can be whatever the hell I want... I'm in the right!" Ron hissed through his teeth back at Harry after the long pause.
"Why did you even arrange this meeting? You had to know how this was gonna go. Did you just want to argue, get into a fight?" Harry questioned Ron's intentions.
"No... I just wanted to catch up, wanted to ask about- eh never mind..." Ron stopped himself. "And I foolishly hoped that maybe you might've changed your stance on me... And my work. I already see that you haven't, I guess I was naive for once... But trust me on this, Harry... I will stop for no one until my mission is finished, NO ONE! And I don't care if you stop protecting me, I will manage either way!" He raised his voice again slightly, though this time no one turned around.
Harry sighed again, and wiped another tear with his sleeve, trying to banish Ginny from his troubled mind. He was silent for a few seconds and drank more butterbeer.
"Not even for Hermione...?" Harry muttered.
Ron grimaced and looked away for a few long moments. Harry hit the right spot. That was the main reason why Ron wanted to meet up in the first place. He wanted to ask about Herimone, and about how she was doing. But he was too scared, especially after realizing that Harry would still be hostile toward his crusade. On the other hand, Ron was happy that Harry was the one who initiated the conversation about Hermione, this meant he didn't have to ask on his own.
"Meh..." He finally turned his head back to Harry. "She despises me..." That's only what Ron assumed. He hasn't had a single proper conversation with Hermione ever since he and Harry rescued her together with Luna.
No... Hermione hates you. It's me who despises you. Harry thought in his head. He shook his head to get those thoughts away.
"That's not true..." Harry lied only partially. "She's only very sad... and disappointed, that you disappeared. Left her. You left her all alone. She didn't have the person she considered the most important in her life." Harry tried to instill a strong sense of guilt inside Ron.
It seemed to be working, as it was now Ron who had to swiftly wipe away a tear from his glassy eyes. He sniffled at quickly drank more butterbeer.
"I didn't have a choice..." He murmured. "And you know it, Harry... I wish I could've been there for her when she was healing... I hope she knows that I didn't abandon her because the situation was very difficult at that time... I left for an entirely different reason..." Ron struggled to force the words out of his mouth.
"She knows." Harry said sternly.
"S-so... How- how is she anyway." Ron suddenly stuttered.
"...She manages... She's alive and somewhat healthy... That's all that matters right now."
"S-somewhat healthy?" Ron parroted Harry's words with worry in his tone.
"She will never be okay again, Ron. What Bellatrix did to her was too severe. She will carry it for the rest of her life. She has nightmares frequently... Even during the day, she will randomly start crying. That's why I find it so disappointing that you aren't there to help her carry it." Harry said with audible disdain.
"You... aren't helping her?" Ron tried to turn it on Harry. Because of his naivety, he also thought that after a year and a half, Hermione would be doing a lot better.
"Of course I am, Ron. Because that's what friends do for each other. I struggle to understand where that isn't the boyfriend's job! I am always very busy, and I have a life of my own, but I still find the time to visit her a few times a week, to make sure she's okay. To talk about her nightmares. To make her feel safe! In fact, if I wasn't here right now, I would be with her!"
Ron looked at Harry and for the first time since they met, he felt a bit ashamed. He gulped and looked away again.
Harry got so agitated that he even slightly stood up from the chair to get closer to Ron's face, but as he noticed people turning their heads again, he quickly sat back down.
Silence ensued again. They both took another sip of butterbeer. And new memories came rushing to Harry.
...
He remembered the moment when Ron lost a part of his soul. When he used the killing curse for the first time. And murdered Bellatrix. He remembered how he rushed to Luna and had to carry her unconscious body out. He also remembered how he almost had to force Ron to do the same for Hermione, as he was stuck in a trance, staring at Bellatrix's pale body. Even when he carried Hermione, the love of his life, he didn't seem to really be there.
It was soon after that when Ron disappeared. He helped Harry get the girls to St. Mungo's and he visited them a few times together with Harry after that, but then he went off the grid.
Harry remembered, how he visited Luna and Hermione basically every single day. Back then, he was shocked to find out, that Luna was in a much better state than Hermione, even though Luna spent a lot more time in captivity, and he assumed that Bellatrix was torturing her the entire time.
Two weeks at St Mungo's, that's how long it took for Luna to finally speak out about what happened. Harry and other Aurors were there for Luna's testimony. That was the first time he found out about the beyond horrific, and sadistic things Bellatrix did to Luna and Hermione. Luna wasn't able to talk about the entire thing at once, so it took the Aurors a few days to write down everything. Realistically, there was no point to it, Bellatrix was dead, and there was nobody to punish no matter how inhuman were the crimes committed against the girls, but the ministry had a strange sense of bureaucracy, and they still needed to know everything for the record. Harry was glad that it was Luna who was able to tell them about the horrors. Luna had no mental barriers and told them everything as if it was a normal occurrence, though, at that time, she still might've felt like her rescue was a fever dream. Harry only imagined how painful it would be to try and get all that information out of Hermione, he wouldn't be able to do it. Luckily, they never needed to hear a thing from Hermione as Luna told them everything in great detail. Harry had to leave the room a few times when she was talking about it... So that she wouldn't see him cry. He would kick and punch the walls out of anger. He couldn't understand how Luna was able to handle it so well. A few tears escaped her eyes throughout her stay at St. Mungo's but she never cried like him. Or at least not when he was there.
Harry couldn't understand how fast, and how drastically Luna's physical, and mental state was improving. Just after a month, the healers at the institute said that Luna was probably fit enough to leave with someone to supervise her, but that they would keep her there for a bit longer just in case. In total, Luna spent two and a half months at St Mungo's, followed by regular visits every month.
There was only one big catch in Luna's treatment, something that Luna would carry, something that even Hermione wouldn't have to deal with. Luna had a permanent injury that couldn't be healed, even by healers at St Mungo's. The muscles, and nerves in Luna's knees and ankles were permanently damaged. The healers did the best they could, but they couldn't heal her completely. What they did was still a miracle and a person who didn't know Luna and who didn't know her condition would probably never notice. Nonetheless, Luna would limp from time to time, it really depended on the day, some days it was worse, and some days it wasn't noticeable even by Harry. She also couldn't run, or at least not for very long, nor could she do any intense leg exercises. Luckily for her, she could go on long walks, which she loved, because she loved to observe animals and look for those animals, that were yet to be discovered. Only after very long walks, her legs would get tired.
Hermione on the other hand...
Harry sighed as he remembered Hermione in the first few weeks and even months.
The healers at St Mungo's told Harry back then, that Hermione condition could've been permanent. And that he should have no high hopes of seeing his friend ever leave the hospital.
He would cry at her bedside many times.
For the first few weeks, Hermione would only talk about Bellatrix, about how Bellatrix was her goddess, and about how she was just a filthy mudblood who didn't deserve anything less. He would find her constantly degrading herself, she would often cry and hit herself. Sometimes she would do such things without even noticing it herself. In the beginning, the healers even had to strap her down a few times because of how intense her episodes of insanity got. That's why Ron was also never able to have a proper conversation with her. Because he ran away before she got better.
After Luna got better, she started helping out with Hermione, and Harry somehow felt that it was at that moment when Hermione really started improving. Luna was her closest friend at that point, the only person who lived through the same hell she did. The only person who really understood what it was like. And Luna could've been there for her at all times... Unlike Harry.
It took almost two months for Hermione's state to get substantially better. It took two entire months before she finally stopped subconsciously degrading herself, hitting herself and praising Bellatrix.
However, her mental instability was still high, and even though she would sometimes be fine for a few days or even weeks, she would suddenly have an outburst out of nowhere. The healers at St Mungo's still considered her state very critical for a very long time, especially since they originally thought that her state would be permanent. It didn't help when Luna was finally released from the hospital, and while she still spent most of her time at the hospital with Hermione because she didn't, and couldn't work, she couldn't spend as much time with her as she used to. Because of that, they kept Hermione there for the entirety of six months, with regular visits four times a month after her release. Hermione still visits St Mungo's once a month to this day.
Harry also remembered the other difficulties they had with the girls after their rescue. Like the awful collars around their necks. It took the healers at St Mungo's two entire days to remove them; and that with the Aurors' help. At least Hermione was no longer getting shocked, as that curse ended with Bellatrix's death.
Another thing was that even more awful, terrible, inhuman inscription carved into Hermione's and Luna's flesh. Both the healers and Aurors did everything in their power to remove those wounds. They succeeded to a certain point, but they never removed the scars completely. He was very aware that both Luna and Hermione had those scars to this very day, and even though the inscription was now faded, one could still read it if someone intended to do so.
Harry thought that the only reason Luna was able to fare so well with the entire situation, was her unique mind and way of thinking. Luna's mind was one of the weirdest, strangest, most unique things he ever encountered, but he assumed that that's exactly what saved her in the end. And in the end, he learned to love Luna's quirkiness. Though she never felt as quirky, and strange as she used to be before her captivity. And although before the whole ordeal, he would never have imagined that he would miss a less crazy Luna... He did. He missed it.
He was also one hundred percent sure that the only reason Hermione was still there with them was Luna. And he was eternally grateful for that.
...
"Meh... It's too late now, anyway..." Ron sniffled again. "At least she has someone... I can't fix this..."
"What has been broken... Can be reforged, Ron. I know she would be beyond mad at you, if she saw you now, but with time... I think she would warm up to you again." Harry wasn't sure about his words at all. He was actually quite convinced that what he was saying, wasn't the truth.
Ron didn't buy his words either. "Not this, Harry... Can't reforge this, mate." Ron greedily gulped down the butterbeer, finishing it, and then wiping his mouth from foam.
Harry sighed as Ron raised his finger, granting him the attention of the nearest waitress. He only pointed at the empty beer mug and indicated that he wanted another butterbeer. The waitress only nodded and smiled as she walked away.
"So you're just a coward..." Harry's patience was nonexistent now.
"What?" Ron frowned as if he didn't hear right.
"You're a coward... Who ran away from his girlfriend when she needed him the most, and also Luna, who was your friend if you didn't forget. Just because it seemed like her condition was going to be permanent. You embarked on a pointless, neverending killing spree in the name of your family... Yet no one in your family approves of it. not George, not your dad, not Bill, not Charlie. And I'm sure no one else would've wanted it either if they were... s-still with us. You run around, you hunt and kill people fearlessly, yet I've never seen you be so small... and yet I've never seen you less brave..." He stuttered slightly as he thought about Ginny again.
Harry could see that anger was brewing inside Ron, he was clenching his fists and teeth. Harry didn't care.
"Hermione longed for you for so long after she finally got better. She spent entire days wishing for you to come back. And I've never seen the spark of hope disappear in someone's eyes so quickly as when I finally pushed myself to explain to her why you were gone, and what you were doing..." Harry sniffled. "She almost relapsed, when she found out. I hated myself for a while for telling her about you. She was depressed and thought that she wasn't good enough, not even for you. That's how your actions affect your friends... If you even consider us friends anymore... Hermione NEEDED you, and you WEREN'T there!" Harry was loud enough that most people around them heard what he just said, but this time he didn't care about keeping quiet.
There was silence again, and during that pause, Ron was brought his second butterbeer. For a while, he only tapped his fingers on the side of the mug.
"There you have it, Ron. That's the reality." Harry said at last.
Harry talking about Hermione, and the silence actually helped him calm down again, so he didn't burst out at Harry as he intended to. He still could, but he didn't really want to have a serious, heated argument with him. When Harry talked about Hermione, he didn't feel anger. He only felt guilt, shame, and sadness.
Ron was looking around for a while. Looking anywhere but Harry.
That's why it confused Harry even more when he turned his head back to Harry and chuckled.
"Well... I think we have that sorted... What about you and Luna? I still can't believe you two ended up together!" He forced a laugh.
Harry knew that Ron was deflecting again. Changing the subject, because it hurt him too much to talk about Hermione. He could keep the conversation on track, and push the imaginary dagger deeper and twist it. He could do it. But he was exhausted, and he also didn't want to argue with Ron. Maybe a few months ago he would fight him more. But as time passed, he kept losing more and more faith that Ron could ever become what he once was.
"Come on! Tell me! I remember how you always considered her a total whack job! I did too, to be honest... But still! How did you two end up together?! I thought you would pick a million different girls before then!" Ron suddenly seemed very content with himself, when he turned the conversation on Harry.
"Well..." Harry decided he would go along with Ron's games. He didn't mind talking about Luna... his girlfriend... at all.
"You see... I always had a lot more in common with her than I thought... I just never saw it because it was overshadowed by her... quirkiness... And when Ginny die-"
"Yeah, I know." Ron quickly interrupted Harry. He didn't want to hear about his late sister.
"R-right..." Harry sighed. "Well, there was no one else. Luna told me, that she didn't really fancy me that much... romantically anyway... Back when we were still at school... But when I- when we... rescued her... The moment she saw my face... Apparently, she fell in love. Personally, I don't believe in love at first sight, but... but I'm glad it happened."
Harry paused for a moment to see if Ron had anything to say but Ron only nodded with a big, dumb smile on his face. It almost reminded him of old Ron.
"It already started at St Mungo's... She seemed very attached to me, and at first, I thought it was purely just because I saved her, and nothing else. I thought she wanted to pay me back in some way, for saving her life... And Hermione's. I couldn't really accept her gratitude, because I felt like any sane person would do the same for them... But as time went on... We got closer, and closer. When Luna got better, she even helped me take care of Hermione whenever I visited. I realized soon enough, that it was turning into something more serious, than just her being grateful for her rescue. And I wasn't sure if I was supposed to go through with it... I almost felt like I was taking advantage of her because I thought she still doing it only because we saved her." Harry paused again and sipped his butterbeer. His beer mug was almost empty.
"But then... It just happened. We kissed. And..." Harry looked around and got even quieter. "We did the thing... Right at St Mungo's..." Harry couldn't resist smirking a little.
"What?!" Ron exclaimed. "You had sex with her at St Mungo's?! Wow, Harry! Really, wow mate!" Ron laughed and was loud enough that people turned their heads at them again, making Harry blush.
"Quiet Ron!" Harry chuckled.
Harry felt very strange. His face turned neutral as he remembered who he was talking to, and under what circumstances. He despised Ron. Not because of himself. But because of what he did to Hermione. And his own family. And just in general because of the things he was doing, that he didn't approve of.
Yet... There was still so much synergy between them. They could easily start talking about anything and laugh. Ron's charm and charisma were still there, even though he looked terrible.
It made Harry's heart feel heavy, knowing that he would never have a friend like Ron again. And unless a miracle happened, Ron would never become that friend again either.
Ron also realized how comfortable they were with each other, and also stopped chuckling. To cover his smirk, he drank from his mug again.
Harry cleared his throat. "So... we obviously kept it secret for a long while... Even after she was released, no one still knew, not even Hermione... Well except her father, he knew.:." Harry realized he barely talked about him. "He knew, and he quickly approved. That's why he had no issues, letting Luna live with me after she was released from St Mungo's. He also visited her many times during her stay, after he was released from Azkaban... Well, Luna has only been improving ever since. We are both very happy." Harry finally finished his butterbeer as Ron was halfway through his second. Or technically his fourth.
Harry didn't intend to order another.
At first, Ron smiled, but then looked away again. "I'm happy for you..." Ron suddenly didn't sound genuine at all, there was bitterness in his voice.
Because Harry heard it, he didn't respond.
"You could've been just as happy, you know... You could've had Hermione... You could've had a proper job where you would see your... your best friend every day..." Harry sighed and held back a tear. "You could've had a proper life, mate..." Harry didn't even mention that Ron COULD still have a proper life, he just didn't believe it anymore.
Ron grimaced at Harry as he took another sip of his butterbeer. He knew their conversation was nearing its end.
"I sacrificed everything... everything to avenge my family. EVERYTHING! And I will continue to do, as long as there's still a single Death Eater left running free! You don't know what's that like... You never sacrificed as much as me." Ron said with his voice quivering in anger, he felt insulted that Harry was constantly brushing off everything he did in the name of his family. Everything that he gave up for them.
Harry was done. He had enough of Ron.
"I... I don't know sacrifice?! I got myself killed for all of you! For you! And for everyone else! I had no idea, I would come back to life! I fully gave up my life for the good of the wizarding world!" He yelled at Ron. People turned around again, but Harry didn't care.
"So, if you want to indulge in your self-loathing, masochistic, vengeful, sad little life you've got going on... Be my guest! If you don't want to help yourself, I certainly won't be helping you either! If you ever realize that all of what you did was wrong... Contact me. Until then... I don't want to see you again."
Ron only stared at Harry as he was standing up, and swiftly putting on his coat, that has now dried.
He now had a hateful look in his eye. "Don't forget, Harry... It was really me, who saved Luna and Hermione... I was the one who killed Bellatrix. You threw away your wand, and Bellatrix was about to kill you... Don't you forget that I basically also saved your life." Ron smirked nastily.
Harry clicked his tongue and dismissively waved his hand at Ron.
"Go... Go home to your perfect girlfriend... Perfect job... Perfect life... Meanwhile, I will stay here, and drink until I black out." Ron smiled sarcastically.
I doubt you have the money for that. Harry thought as he grabbed his umbrella.
Without another word, Harry threw a few coins on the table. There was enough to cover the six butterbeers, and also enough for Ron to buy some more... Or to buy something stronger.
Harry took one last look at Ron, he thought Ron looked beyond pathetic. So pathetic that he didn't feel guilty in the slightest, that he lied to him about so many things during this conversation. Then he turned his back on him and threaded his way through the pub, which was now slightly less crowded.
"Piss off, then..." Ron mumbled as he finished the fourth butterbeer. Harry definitely couldn't hear it anymore.
Harry unfolded the umbrella as he stepped into the pouring rain that wasn't any weaker than before and headed home.
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Unlocking the door and folding the umbrella, Harry quickly stepped inside his home, hiding away from the rain. He hastily took off the wet coat and hung it together with the umbrella. He also removed his shoes and let them dry. He slid his feet into his light grey slippers and sighed.
It was dark in the hallway. They had electricity in the house, but Harry barely used it. Mainly because electricity interfered with magic in the wrong way. He didn't bother lighting a candle, as there was enough light coming from a half-opened door on his right.
Harry turned his back on the opened door that he knew led to the dining room, to check on his coat, wanting to make sure that it wasn't too drenched to make a puddle under the hanger.
"How did it go?"
Harry was startled and turned abruptly as he heard the soft tone. He calmed down as soon as he saw the person standing in the doorway, now blocking most of the light coming into the hallway.
He sighed even louder than before.
"What do you think..." He started walking closer.
"So... exactly as I imagined." She said somberly.
Harry couldn't see into her face yet, more than half of it was covered by shadow, but as he was getting closer, he could see the brown, wavy hair going down her shoulders.
"I'm so glad to be home... Why are you wearing pajamas?" Harry grabbed her around the waist assertively and didn't wait for her answer as he kissed her passionately.
She returned the kiss and hugged him around the neck.
"Well... it's late. We didn't know if you'd even show up... So we had dinner without you... sorry."
"Oh... My Hermione... That's exactly what I needed." He whispered into her mouth. He ignored the fact that they already had dinner, he didn't mind. He also didn't realize how late it was. Because of the storm outside, it was dark for most of the day.
"Want to talk about it?" She smirked.
"Do I have a choice?" Harry asked.
"Of course not... Come... There's something special waiting for you here." Hermione smiled as she grabbed Harry by the hand and led him into the dining room. There was only one thing placed on the entire table.
Though before he even registered the thing on the table, he noticed how stunning Hermione looked. Her hair was shiny, and her skin was perfect. He shook his head as he remembered what she looked like when he found her. And the days after that. He usually didn't think about it daily, but the conversation with Ron brought back a lot of memories.
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"Oh... Oh! You baked...? Treacle Tart!" He exclaimed happily right after.
Hermione laughed. "No, Harry... I didn't bake it... Luna did. She knew you'd need something to cheer you up at the end of the day because she also assumed that the meeting wasn't going to go too well..." Hermione paused and corrected herself. "Actually... that's a bit of a lie, she naively thought that you and Ron were going to make amends and we would all be happy to welcome him back... So I... persuaded her to make you the dessert that you love so much, because... I had a feeling. I just knew." She turned her head when she thought about Ron.
Harry's smile only partially disappeared as he quickly grabbed a fork and sat down in front of the tart. Hermione slowly sat down on the opposite side.
...
As Harry was looking at Hermione, he remembered all the times he lied to Ron during their conversation. He didn't know so many things. Especially about him and Hermione.
Hermione didn't live alone as he told Ron. In fact, she never did. She came to live with him and Luna immediately after her release from St Mungo's. And she also wasn't just his friend. She was his girlfriend... And so was Luna. There were sparks between him and Hermione at St Mungo's already, though it never went as far as with Luna. Harry knew that Hermione always fancied Ron over him, and he also liked other girls and always saw Hermione only as a friend, but things changed. With Ron out of the picture, Harry was her first choice, and she desperately needed love. She desperately needed to know that she wasn't worthless, that she deserved affection and love, and that Ron was just an asshole.
And she was still too afraid of what she felt toward Luna. She thought her feelings for Luna were created by her brain out of necessity in the situation, and she thought that Luna had it the same way.
Hermione didn't know that Harry got together with Luna, otherwise, she wouldn't try for the relationship. But because she did, it ended in the best way possible.
Harry knew that Hermione wanted to be with him. And he wouldn't mind being with her... But he already had Luna, and he would never cheat on her. And at that time, he didn't know about the connection Hermione and Luna formed during their captivity; it was the one thing Luna omitted from her detailed statement to the Aurors.
Nonetheless, no matter the relationship status between him and Hermione, he knew he had to take her in, to his and Luna's home. They couldn't leave her on her own. He talked about it with Luna first. Back then, Harry was stunned by how excited Luna was about Hermione living with them.
Harry obviously had to tell Hermione about the relationship between him and Luna, and after that, the spark in her eye was lost for a while.
That was until one day. It happened relatively soon after Hermione had moved in with them. Harry was gone for three days due to a hunt on a very dangerous dark wizard. Normally, he would just send his Aurors, but he often missed the action and wanted to get in the field himself, and this was a special case, where he would've attended either way. At the time, Harry knew that Ron was after the same wizard, and they needed to get him first.
After Harry was done with this ordeal and returned home. He was met with Luna and Hermione wanting a long conversation with him. At first, he was scared to death. Worried that Luna was about to break up with him because of Hermione, or something similar. He noticed the special affection Hermione and Luna had toward each other. He thought he kind of understood it, but he didn't really understand it.
Harry was never told the details of what happened during the three days when the two girls were completely alone in the house. He asked a few times, but they always giggled and refused to tell him, he never probed.
What he needed to know was the fact, that the conversation he was so afraid of, was one of the best things that had ever happened to him. The only things Luna and Hermione told Harry, were that they formed a very strong affection toward each other while imprisoned... love even. But that they both also loved him. And most importantly... Luna told Harry that she wouldn't mind at all if Hermione was invited into their relationship. In fact, she would love it if Harry agreed to it. Luna at the time, also made it very clear that she wouldn't break up with him if he didn't like the idea, but she would be very sad.
He remembered as he excitedly told Luna that she didn't need to be worried, as this was exactly what he had hoped for ever since Hermione had made her feelings toward him obvious. It was crushing his soul knowing that Hermione, while living with them, felt left out.
Ever since they were in a polyamorous relationship, they couldn't be happier. But while only a very few people knew about Luna, almost nobody knew about Hermione. Nobody except two people.
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"Harry... What's on your mind?" Hermione brought Harry back to reality.
"Never mind..." Harry shook his head and finally took a first bite of his favorite dessert.
Hermione waited a few seconds until Harry's mouth was empty.
"So... what happened exactly?" She asked caringly.
"Mhm... You know... It was the same as last time we met... a few months ago. Except it was even worse now. He looked worse, and at points... acted worse."
"That selfish bastard..." Hermione mumbled with repugnance.
"Well, you know why-" Harry stopped himself. He didn't know why his mind immediately wanted to defend Ron. It was just an old reflex.
"I... I don't approve of what he does... I never did... But still... if you were there... The pain he experienced... Anyone would break. I guess, I just miss my best friend..." Harry quickly stuffed his mouth with another piece of the tart to cover up the emotions that were emerging.
"You know... if it was just me that he hurt. I would've forgiven him. I don't care what he did to me, if he came back now, and apologized... I would've forgiven him. But I will never get over what he did to you... And to his family."
Hermione sighed angrily. "Maybe I wasn't there... Maybe I didn't experience that pain with him... And I understand how hard it must've been to lose that many family members... But I was close to them too! And it took months before I even found out! And don't forget that was in my own hell! And even after the rescue, my mind remained in that hell!" Hermione was getting angrier. Not at Harry... At Ron. "And that hell still haunts me to this day..." She whispered.
Hermione continued after Harry didn't say anything.
"And you shared your memories with us... You showed me and Luna what happened at the battle of Hogwarts... through your memories... So I had to experience the pain anyway. I know how Ron felt. And I would've been there for him if I could've... But he never even stopped to think that he could do the same for me as he disappeared to enact his endless revenge spree."
"You're absolutely right... I don't know why I said what I said." Harry felt a bit dumb and quickly had another mouthful.
"And I know you miss him... But you've got George... I thought he was your best friend now."
Hermione was right. Even after what happened with Ron, Harry stayed in very close contact with the Weasley family. Especially with George, because he was the closest to him in age. He also met Arthur almost daily at work. He liked to think that he helped them all out when they were at their lowest, in the end, Ron hurt them as much as he hurt him. At the same time, he sometimes also blamed himself for a lot of deaths that happened at Hogwarts. But they always made sure that he didn't think such nonsense. Nobody from the Weasley family blamed him. If anything, since their family became a lot smaller, he became even more of a crucial part of it.
But he was still closest to George, and to an extent his girlfriend Angelina Johnson whom he was about to marry soon. They were the only two people who knew that Harry had not one... but two girlfriends. They would often meet for game nights during weekends, and even on his own Harry would regularly get into a pub with George and talk endlessly. Whenever he had the time he would also visit his shop, where George still worked.
"You're right again..." Harry admitted as he took another bite.
There were a few moments of silence.
"Why did Ron want to meet up anyway... While I didn't give it any chances, I would've thought that he wanted to meet because he got better..." Hermione asked curiously.
"Mainly because of you... You are still his only weakness. Unfortunately, his lust for senseless revenge is still stronger." Ron never specifically admitted that he came mainly for Hermione, but Harry was sure of it.
Hermione looked away again and her eyes welled with tears.
Harry knew that deep down, Hermione still cared about him, though she would never admit it.
"Did you-" She choked on her words. "Did you tell him about us?"
"Of course not... Even most of our friends don't know... Why would I tell him? He only knows about Luna..." Harry was a bit puzzled.
"What if he were to change... And come back... Aren't you worried that he would turn around and disappear again the moment he found out about us...?"
"Well.. I am worried about that. But he doesn't expect your love. He doesn't expect you to welcome him with a warm hug, that's certain."
"Oh, I'm sure he thinks that. But I bet he definitely hopes... deep down, that I'm just waiting for him... in a puddle of tears, longing for my sweet Ron." She said bitterly.
"Maybe..." Harry said as he took another bite. The Treacle Tart was almost gone.
Another moment of silence.
"Would you... Would you ever go back to him... And leave me? ...And Luna? If he came back and apologized for everything?" Harry asked with a speck of worry in his tone.
Hermione didn't hesitate. "No. Never. That ship has sailed a long time ago, and if there's any reason left within his mind... He would quickly realize it too." Hermione said decisively and paused. "I'm... I'm not denying that I would forever refuse to be friends with him again... If he really... truly changed. But it would end at that. Friendship. And he would just have to deal with us being together."
Harry subtly exhaled with relief. While he would never want to rub his relationship with Hermione in Ron's face, and neither did he wish for him to never find love again, he also definitely didn't want what he had with Hermione and Luna, ruined.
"Thanks, I love you..." Harry whispered.
"There's nothing to thank me for... And I love you too." Hermione smirked.
Harry went on to fill Hermione in on the remaining things he and Ron talked about while finishing up his Treacle Tart.
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"So..." Harry started as he washed the plate and fork after the tart was gone. "Off to bed, then? Where's Luna anyway, was it too late for her? Is she already asleep?"
Hermione suddenly grinned mischievously.
"What?" Harry asked confusedly.
Hermione didn't respond, she walked around the table while still wearing the smile, and kissed Harry.
Harry didn't complain one bit about the kiss, but as he pulled away he asked again.
"What???" He was very curious now.
Hermione placed her hands on his shoulders. Her nose was almost touching Harry's.
"Luna's not asleep, Harry... In fact, she's obediently waiting for us in the bedroom this whole time..." Hermione's grin widened. "We both decided that just having your favorite dessert couldn't possibly fix your entire day... And that you would require the real snack."
Harry was already getting hard. Hermione was so sexy when she talked like that. She was so sensual. Though, at the same time he frowned subtly, knowing that he took his sweet time with the dessert and with the explaining, while Luna waited for them.
"So..." Harry was getting it now, as he lowered the tone of his voice. "Why did you get into your pajamas... If you're gonna take it off anyway?"
"Because it's a very sexy pajama and I feel pretty in it!" Hermione chuckled playfully and immediately kissed Harry again, hugging him tightly.
"Let's go then so that our sweetheart doesn't have to wait any longer!" Hermione exclaimed as she grabbed Harry by the hand. They left the dining room, and through the hallway went upstairs.
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The candles in the upstairs hallways were lit, and Harry noticed that the door to the bedroom was opened. Hermione entered first and Harry followed right after.
The huge candle chandelier was lit as were several candles throughout the room. The bedroom itself was huge. It needed to be... to fit the enormous bed that was large enough to fit three people in it more than comfortably.
There were also multiple pictures of Ginny in the room. On the walls, and the tables. Harry would sometimes feel a little bit weird. As if his dead girlfriend was staring at him having sex with two other girls. Sometimes he considered putting them away, either storing them away or hanging them in different parts of the house. After all, he did have more pictures of Ginny in the dining room, kitchen, living room, hallways... Almost every room had at least one picture of her.
It was Luna and Hermione together, who always stopped Harry from removing Ginny's memory from his life, even from his bedroom. They wanted him to remember her. And they wanted to remember her as well. They never faulted him for hanging on to Ginny, and they were always understanding.
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And there she was. Luna. She was kneeling on top of the bed, right in the middle.
Both Hermione and especially Harry smiled when they saw her, and she smirked back at them.
They stopped in front of the bed and looked at Luna. She was already naked.
...
Luna looked just as stunning as Hermione. Her golden, shimmering moonlight blonde hair went down her shoulders and appeared perfect. Her skin looked smooth and silky even from a distance.
Harry remembered how they got into this dynamic. At first, her relationship with Luna was completely normal. And even after Hermione was added into the mix, it continued being regular... Except for the fact that there were three people in the relationship.
But as time progressed, Hermione and Luna expressed certain... wishes. Harry knew about what happened while they were in Bellatrix's captivity, and because they told him, he knew even what happened just between them, but he assumed that they would never want to do anything like that again, because of all the trauma.
He was wrong. Though, Hermione was scared of it at first, as well. Harry even refused the idea several times, just because of Hermione, because he felt the uncertainty in her. Nonetheless, in the end, they basically begged him to try it out. Even after all that time, and all that trauma, Luna still wanted to serve Hermione. And she expressed that she wouldn't mind serving Harry as well.
For Hermione, this could've easily been a thing that would trigger her PTSD, something that would cause her great emotional distress. That's why she hesitated for so long and so much. But at the back of her mind, she remembered how good she felt when she dominated Luna. And she knew a bit about psychology and knew that instead of this triggering her PTSD, it could've been a coping mechanism, it could've been a way to help her PTSD, not worsen it... By taking a situation where she was so powerless, and turning it into a situation where she was the one in charge. Where she was powerful.
After lengthy conversations, Harry finally gave it a try. And it was amazing, everything about it felt great to him. And luckily for Hermione, the whole dynamic had the exact effect she was hoping to get from it.
Hermione wasn't submissive herself. She never wanted to be in that position again. Harry would only ever get rough with Luna. When it came to Hermione, he was caring, gentle, and only slightly assertive when demanding kisses or attention, Hermione didn't mind as much.
Harry himself took a few play sessions and a few nights of sex before he fully got into it. He never got into something like that with Ginny, since she was also very dominant and assertive, so he never got the idea. It didn't help that he and Ginny got together at the time of school, and war, and they didn't have that much time spent together, which he regretted. It took someone so submissive like Luna to open a whole new world for him. And he liked it.
However, the dynamic couldn't be farther from what Bellatrix did to Luna and Hermione. Both Harry and Hermione immensely respected Luna and her decisions. Everything they ever did to her was agreed upon by all parties.
She was their submissive, but she wasn't inferior to them or the relationship. Hermione especially remembered that, since Luna was in the relationship first.
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"Just enjoy the show for now..." Hermione whispered cheekily, tearing Harry out of his memories as she let go of Harry's hand and climbed onto the bed. She didn't waste any time as she immediately lunged in, and started french kissing Luna.
Up until now, Luna had her hands behind her back, but now she gently placed them on Hermione's shoulders as they kissed passionately.
Harry did as he was told and with a huge grin, leaned against a dresser behind him. His rock-hard penis was trying to burst out of his tight, black trousers. As he leaned against the dresser, he remembered something. He reached into one of the drawers and pulled out a small vial with a light blue liquid inside it. He opened it and smelled it, then took a very small sip. It was supposed to help him last longer without cumming. He was able to last pretty long even without the potion, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After all, he was fucking some of the sexiest witches he has ever known, and it would take inhuman strength to last as long as desired without any... enhancers.
"Take off my clothes, sweetheart..." Hermione whispered in between kisses. She loved calling Luna sweetheart because she was so sweet. It was almost the only name she ever called her unless she was naughty.
"Mhmmm..." Luna moaned with her mouth full of Hermione's tongue.
Luna couldn't see properly, but by touch, she found the buttons to Hermione's pajamas and unbuttoned them. Hermione allowed to pull it over her head, causing her hair to get a little messy. Luna ran her fingers through Hermione's hair to make them nice and proper again.
Hermione bit Luna's lower lip gently before pulling away slightly.
"Now my pants, sweetheart."
Luna couldn't stop but smirk every time Hermione called her that, she loved it just as much as Hermione.
Hermione lifted her butt, allowing Luna to comfortably slide the pajama pants off of her. Now, Hermione was just as naked as Luna.
Hermione kissed her for a little longer but then had to take it farther.
"Come on, you naughty little vixen!" Hermione giggled and pushed Luna over on her back, making her gasp.
Hermione pretended that she was going to continue kissing Luna, making her open her mouth in anticipation, but instead, Hermione lowered her head and started kissing and sucking on Luna's boobs.
Harry wasn't sure how long he was going to last just watching. He could now see Luna's pussy and both of Hermione's perfect, tight holes. He clenched his fingers against the edge of the dresser.
"You are so sexy!" Hermione exclaimed as she ran her fingers across Luna's hips while giving more special attention to her breasts.
"Thank you, Mistress!" Luna moaned. She only ever called Hermione her mistress during sex, her household duties, or other play sessions.
"You are also very beautiful!" Luna added as Hermione stopped kissing her breasts and started kissing her belly instead.
Soon after, Hermione shifted her head even lower, but instead of fingering or licking Luna's pussy, she only slapped it a few times, making Luna twitch.
"Ahhh!" She whimpered.
"Shhhh..." Hermione silenced her.
Hermione raised her head and sat down, then turned to Harry who looked like he was about to burst.
She crawled to the edge of the bed.
"Come a little closer... I think we've teased you enough." Hermione said playfully.
Harry took off his tie, vest, shirt, and glasses, he left it all on the dresser. He also pulled out his wand and left it on the dresser as well.
As soon as Harry was within reach, she grabbed him by the belt and skillfully unfastened it. She did the same with the button and the zipper. And as soon as the zipper was down and Hermione slightly lowered his pants, Harry's big cock flung out like a spring, almost hitting Hermione in the eye
"Wow! That's how excited you are! It was really rough out there, hmmmm?" Hermione finally stopped the teasing, as she grabbed Harry's dick as started jerking him, with the tip of his penis just an inch away from her mouth.
Harry didn't say anything, he knew that Hermione was able to be a little devil in bed. It still surprised him on a daily basis, because that type of personality didn't fit Hermione in the slightest. And she was never like that outside of the bed.
"Sweetheart, don't get lazy back there, lick my butt, while I prepare Harry for you!"
"Yes, Mistress!" Luna quickly turned her body around, leaving her feet where her head was just a few seconds ago, and buried her face between Hermione's firm buttcheeks without hesitation.
"Only my butt, sweetheart! You'll have my pussy later!" Hermione warned Luna.
Luna really wanted to taste Hermione's wet pussy, but she liked her butt as well. Hermione always made sure to be prepared, and to always smell good, so even her butt smelled like flowers to Luna. Licking Hermione's butt was also more humiliating, which was hot in Luna's mind, and Hermione knew it.
"Ohhh..." Hermione moaned silently.
Hermione kept jerking Harry a little longer, and as soon as she heard his first moan, she put the penis inside her mouth.
Harry moved a little closer and let Hermione do most of the work, she started bobbing her head back and forth, perfectly enclosing Harry's dick around her pretty lips. She was slow, and sensual, making use to use her tongue as well. After all, she didn't want Harry to cum immediately.
Harry held his breath in between loud groans. He grabbed Hermione's hair, but didn't push her onto his dick, neither did he grab it tight enough to make it hurt at all. Hermione liked it feeling of Harry holding her head while sucking him off, but she didn't want to feel like she wasn't in control. He let her keep up her own pace, as she steadily made him hornier, and hornier. She would occasionally take the cock out of her mouth and just teased the tip with her tongue, smirking devilishly the entire time, making him frustrated.
Harry and Hermione moaned together while Luna's muffled whimpers could be heard in the back.
Hermione continued sucking until she could hear Harry's groans getting progressively louder and his muscles getting tense, then she pulled away with a smirk on her face. She wiped off her saliva and Harry's precum from her chin and then licked it off her fingers.
"Sweetheart, stop licking and lie down on your back again! And spread your legs!" Hermione ordered excitedly.
Luna didn't hesitate, she pulled her tongue out of Hermione's butt and quickly lay down again.
Hermione gently grabbed Harry's dick and pulled on it, to indicate that he should climb onto the bed. Harry quickly realized and within a second he was in between Luna's legs. Hermione grinned as she straddled Luna, shuffling her butt over Luna's chest toward her head. Her back was turned toward Luna's face so that she could watch Harry as he fucked her.
"Sweetheart, I won't let you breathe, until you make me cum, okay? In the meantime, you are free to cum as many times as you manage..." Hermione said deviously.
"Yes, mistress!"
"Thank your master for using your pussy... I know he's not using it yet..." She grinned at Harry. "But you won't be able to thank him in a few seconds." Hermione chuckled.
Harry grinned back at Hermione.
"Thank you so much, master!" Luna whimpered.
"Take a deep breath!" Hermione gave a few more seconds for Luna to prepare, and then she sat down on her face, completely covering her mouth and nose.
Luna immediately started licking, meanwhile, Harry shuffled his way closer to Luna's pussy, and then guided his throbbing cock closer to her hole. At first, he only teased her, rubbing his dick between her pussy lips. He could hear Luna's muffled moans get louder and louder and he enjoyed it greatly. Once he had enough of teasing, he gently pushed his cock inside.
He grabbed her hips and started thrusting. He was slow, and gentle at first, but soon he started moving his hips faster, and he was getting rougher, as he always did. A loud smacking sound could be heard as his thighs repeatedly smacked into hers.
Luna's muffled moans were only getting more intense and louder, which only added more pleasure for Hermione, turning Luna into sort of a vibrator. Hermione knew that Luna couldn't possibly make her cum with one single breath, so she would sporadically lift her butt slightly, to allow her to breathe through her nose, but then she would promptly block it again.
"Mhmmmmmm!!! Ahmmmmm!!!! Mhmmmmmmmmm!!! Mhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! Ohmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!! Mhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!"
Both Hermione and Harry recognized that Luna orgasmed as her whole body trembled, and Harry could feel Luna's pussy tighten around his cock.
That's when Harry changed his position slightly, he let go of Luna's hips, and instead put his hands under her knees, lifting her legs in the air. He leaned forward, to make the position as rough on Luna as possible. Then he continued fucking her just as relentlessly as before, and Luna began moaning anew.
Now Harry's face was much closer to Hermione's. He was groaning loudly, but he still had everything under control. Meanwhile, Hermione seemed like she would orgasm within the next minute.
"Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Oh yessss!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! KISS ME HARRY!!!" She screamed and moaned intensely.
She leaned toward Harry, and Harry also leaned a little closer and they started French kissing aggressively on top of Luna's body.
Luna's legs were limply flailing in the air as Harry penetrated her balls deep at every thrust.
Hermione moaned into Harry's mouth and groaned into hers, they were both sweaty, as was their pet beneath them.
"Mhmmmm... Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh! Yes, sweetheart... Yes, sweetheart! Make your mistress cum! Make me cum!!! Scream into my pussy, lick it!!! Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Hermione leaned away from Harry as she knew she was about to cum, and Harry focused on making Luna cum one more time before Hermione was done.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! Just like that!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Hermione let out an intense roar, as she orgasmed.
Luna orgasmed at the same time as Hermione, but her muffled moans were completely drowned out by Hermione's screams. Harry noticed it only thanks to the fact that Luna's body trembled uncontrollably again.
Hermione stayed on top of Luna's face for a bit, as she panted, exhaled, and inhaled deeply, and then rolled over, shuffled her body, and lay down next to her.
Harry made sure to finish off with a few, really hard thrusts into Luna, each one making Luna scream out loud. Being satisfied with her sounds and squirms, he pulled out his cock and watched lustfully as Luna's pussy twitched.
Luna's pussy was irresistible. It looked so juicy, tight, and sweet, and it was all wet. It was also shaven and smooth.
Harry grinned at Luna and slowly lowered his head, and buried his tongue between Luna's pussy lips.
Luna moaned and covered her mouth.
"Mhmmm..." Harry groaned as he savored the taste.
Hermione smiled and playfully jerked Luna's hand away, and then forcefully kissed her. Luna moaned into Hermione's mouth.
"Good girl..." Hermione whispered into Luna's mouth.
Harry kept licking Luna until her legs started trembling.
"Mhmmmmmm...! Ohhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Mhmmmmmm!!!! Mhmmmmmmm!!! Mhmmmmmm!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"
Hermione pulled away and this time it was she who covered Luna's mouth to muffle her moans a little bit.
Harry recognized that Luna was about to cum, and as she was right at the edge... He stopped.
Harry pulled away and with a grin watched as Luna whimpered loudly and closed her trembling knees in frustration. Luna reached down to her pussy and covered it with her hand because it hurt
"No, sweetheart, no touching!" Hermione smirked as she quickly pulled Luna's hand away, leaving Luna's sensitive pussy exposed.
"Mhmmmm... Mistress, please!" Luna begged as she looked into Hermione's eyes.
"Not yet, you're a little too horny, don't you think?"
Luna nodded and avoided eye contact this time.
"So you're gonna watch us now..." Hermione crawled toward Harry. "...Have some hot sex, and you're not gonna touch yourself at all, got it, sweetheart?
Luna frowned. "...Yes, Mistress..." The frustration was very audible in her voice as she sat down and braced herself against the bedframe, she kept her legs spread.
Harry knew exactly what position Hermione craved. It was her favorite. He finally removed his trousers entirely which were now down to his knees for a little while, and then he sat down and spread his legs.
Hermione's smile widened as she crawled a little closer and sat down in the same position, facing Harry. She shuffled herself closer to Harry until her legs crossed over his. When she was very close, she wrapped her legs around Harry's waist. Harry did the same, locking each other in their embrace. Harry pulled her ever closer by wrapping his arms around her neck.
Hermione held her breath as she looked down. Harry's cock wasn't in her yet. She reached down and jerked it for a little bit. Once she was satisfied, she grabbed it and guided it down, and soon it effortlessly slid into her pussy. She moaned just as it entered and then wrapped her hands around Harry's back. They couldn't get away from each other unless both of them wanted to. And they were so pressed against each other that Hermione couldn't pull out Harry's cock out of her pussy unless both of them wanted to.
They kissed lustfully. Harry could feel Hermione's breasts brush off against his body. His cock was resting in Hermione's warm, wet pussy.
Luna was watching all of it and was intensely biting her lower lip as she struggled not to touch herself. She wished she was restrained, it would've been much easier. Harry was rarely so gentle with her. He had her in that same position many times, and many others, but for her, gentle, slow sex was more of a reward as opposed to Hermione who almost always had sex with Harry in this manner. Whenever she and Harry had sex, Harry ensured that her pussy ended up destroyed. But she liked it that way, it still gave her as much pleasure, if not more than when he fucked her gently. Luna didn't feel neglected at all. Maybe their sex wasn't always as intimate and soft, but on the other hand, Harry would spend up to entire hours just cuddling with her, caressing her, saying sweet things to her. He always made sure that she knew that he loved her, cared for her and that she was important to him. And each time it made Luna fall deeper in love. Though she knew he also did it so that she wouldn't get jealous of Hermione, but she would never, Hermione was her girlfriend as much as Harry was her boyfriend. Hermione had softer sex with her much more often than Harry. And she would also tell her romantic things. Hermione was especially worried earlier in their relationship that Luna would get jealous or mad at times because she came into the relationship later and yet, she was the dominant one, but Luna never cared about such trivial things.
Hermione stopped kissing Harry but they kept their foreheads and noses pressed together and she began moving her hips back at forth. They held each other so close that even when Hermione moved her hips as far back as Harry allowed her to, his cock was only about halfway out of her pussy. Hermione closed her eyes, as did Harry who let Hermione do all the work. She moved her hips with confidence and skill, she had done these moves hundreds of times already. Hermione let go of Harry's back and instead placed one of her hands gently on his chin while the other on his cheek. She fucked him faster and faster, Hermione's hip movements were hypnotic for Luna. Harry moaned into her mouth, as she did into his. She was moaning louder and louder, while Harry remained controlled. Their sweat made their bodies stick to each other.
At her first moan, Hermione briefly opened her eyes and glanced at Luna with a mischievous smile, mocking her that she was being denied.
"Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhhh...! Ahhhhhhh...! Ahhhhhhh....! Ahhhhhhhh...! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" Hermione wasn't too loud, she was silencing herself by kissing Harry, her moans were soft and sensual.
"Ahhhhhhh...!!! Yes, Harry... I love you so much... Ahhhh... Ahhhhhhh... Oh yes... Yes...! Yes...! Ahhhhhh!!!"
"I love you too, baby... Keep going.... ahh... I can't wait until you cum all over my cock... Keep going... Your pussy is so sweet..." Harry remained a lot more restrained, encouraging Hermione.
Luna was going crazy, really fighting herself.
"Ahhhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!" Hermione moved her hips at lightning speed now, pushing herself onto Harry's cock balls deep.
"Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" As Hermione orgasmed she gave Harry a long, sweet kiss, as she pushed him into her even deeper, her pussy swallowing his entire cock. She didn't pull away and just hugged Harry tightly. She briefly glanced at Luna again who was sweating just from being so horny and smirked at her again. Then she turned back to Harry and kissed him some more.
They stayed in the position almost completely motionless for another whole minute before Hermione slowly pulled away. She looked down lustfully as Harry's hard cock slowly slid from her pussy.
"How much do you want to cum again?" Hermione turned her head to Luna and asked her teasingly.
"So much, mistress..." Luna whimpered and looked down on her pussy.
"What are you willing to do for it?" Hermione grinned mischievously.
"Anything you want, mistress..."
"That's what I like to hear, sweetheart..." Hermione giggled and crawled toward Luna. "Keep your legs spread for me..." She touched her clit lightly and Luna immediately squirmed and moaned.
"Please, mistress..." She looked at Hermione desperately-
"What do you think? Does she deserve your cock yet?" She looked back at Harry.
"Hmm... I don't know..." Harry grinned. "Cutie, how about you crawl over here and show my cock how much you want it inside you?"
Luna smiled as she immediately got on her hands and knees and slowly crawled toward Harry. She didn't know what she liked more. Hermione calling her a sweetheart, or Harry calling her a cutie, which was his most used nickname for her.
Luna stopped in front of Harry who was still sitting with his legs spread, and bowed down in front of his penis.
"Please... May I please have your cock, master..." She whimpered softly.
Harry stared at her golden head for a little bit. "I'm not sure that I'm convinced..."
Luna leaned it toward Harry's dick and softly kissed the tip, then looked up as she saw Harry's wide grin, she smirked and continued kissing it. She focused on kissing the head but kissed it all along its shaft. Each time her warm lips touched the cock, she could feel it tense up.
"You are really horny, aren't you, cutie?"
"Mhmm..." Luna moaned in agreement.
Harry let her kiss his cock for a little longer.
"Alright then... stay on all fours and turn around for me." Harry ordered confidently.
Luna gave Harry's penis one last, big kiss and then smirked at him, as she raised her hand and turned around, her butt facing him, and her face toward Hermione.
Harry knelt on one knee and got closer to Luna's ass. Then he reached in between Luna's pussy lips with his fingers. Luna immediately moaned and quivered.
"So sensitive..." Harry mumbled. "I'll fuck you so hard..."
Luna wiggled her butt as if she was teasing him, inviting him.
Harry couldn't resist any longer and guided his cock inside her pussy, effortlessly slipping it in.
Luna gasped when she realized Harry went balls deep right from the start, as he started fucking her. It didn't take long for her to start moaning.
Hermione was also ready to cum again.
"Sweetheart, I see you're not using your mouth for anything important... so you might as well put it to good use, right?
"Uhhh... Yes, mistress." Luna whimpered.
Hermione smirked as she also got on all fours in front of Luna, and positioned her butt right in front of Luna's face.
"Reach for it, sweetheart." Hermione said softly.
Luna stuck her tongue out as far as she could but Hermione was just barely out of reach. She whined as she tried her hardest, but just couldn't reach it. Hermione giggled hearing her struggle. Hermione let her try for a few more seconds and then moved half an inch closer, which allowed Luna to touch Hermione's pussy with her tongue when she really tried but still couldn't lick her properly, but once Harry started fucking Luna harder, and faster Luna moved forward a little bit as well, and finally, she was able to reach.
Luna immediately got to work, licking Hermione's pussy attentively, while moaning.
"I don't care if you cum, but you won't stop licking me, got it, sweetheart???" Hermione exclaimed.
"Mhmmmm, yes, mistress!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!" Luna moaned
Harry felt like he wasn't that far from cumming either, but he still had enough energy in him to fuck the soul out of Luna one more time.
Luna was getting very close to an orgasm very fast, and she struggled to lick Hermione's pussy consistently. Hermione noticed it but decided not to scold Luna yet because she enjoyed how much she tried.
Harry fucked her faster and rougher with each thrust, slapping his thighs against hers.
"Ohhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Harry!!! Ohhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Luna stopped licking Hermione's pussy completely as she orgasmed and lost control of her body. Sometimes when she was overwhelmed she would call him by his name instead of saying 'master' but Harry usually didn't care that much.
Harry pulled out his cock out of Luna and then waited if she would get back to licking. Hermione was waiting patiently and eagerly.
"Cutie, you have some unfinished work... I won't fuck you anymore, but I will slap your sweet cunt until you make your mistress cum, can't have you having your pleasure and forgetting her, right?" Harry said in a low tone with a wide grin.
"Mhmmm... Yes, master..." Luna raised her head again and Hermione moved another half an inch closer to her to make it really easy to lick her pussy.
It was not much easier for Luna to focus just on licking because even though each of Harry's slaps was pretty harsh and her pussy was still very sensitive, it wasn't nearly as overwhelming as having an orgasm.
"Ah!!!"
Luna yelped after each slap, her pussy was getting red.
"Ah!!!"
"The longer you take, the more pain you'll get, cutie!" Harry casually informed her.
"Mhm, yes master! Ahhhh!!!" Luna whimpered as she received another slap.
Luna frantically continued licking Hermione's pussy, while each of Harry's slaps made her squirm and stop for a split second.
"Ahhhhh...! Ahhhhhh...! Don't stop sweetheart...! Ahh, yes...! Yes...! Don't stop...! Ahhhhhh...! Ahhhh...!" Hermione's moans were getting louder and louder.
"Hear that, cutie? You're making her feel good! You like that, don't you? So don't stop..." Harry encouraged Luna but also chuckled to himself as he started adding more power to his pussy slaps.
"Ahhhhh!" Luna yelped louder and louder after next each slap.
"You can do it, cutie!" Harry encouraged her again, and it really gave Luna confidence.
"Ahhhhhh!" Luna screamed again but didn't stop licking.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! That's the spot, don't stop sweetheart!!! Oh yes!!! Oh, yesss!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Scream some more in my pussy, it feels so good!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Hermione's thighs trembled as she orgasmed again, Luna kept licking, tasting Hermione's sweet juices coming from her perfectly smooth pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Luna screamed out intensely as Harry gave her one extra hard slap for good measure. But then immediately pulled her away from Hermione, toward him, and hugged her around the breasts from behind.
"You're such a good girl... I love you..." He whispered into her ear.
Hermione in the meantime turned around and panted, and enjoyed the sight of Harry lovingly hugging Luna.
Luna whimpered and panted. With one hand she was covering her bright red pussy and softly caressing it.
Harry was running his palms and fingers across Luna's boobs, gently playing with her nipples.
"You're so unique, and amazing, and caring... I'm so lucky to have you, Luna..." He continued whispering loving words into her ear, and Luna smirked happily.
"Thank you... I love you too, Harry." Luna whispered back.
Their play session wasn't over yet, but Luna knew that she was allowed to say their partners' names when in an intimate situation like this one. They usually served like small breaks between more fucking.
Luna could feel Harry's hard cock pressing against her butt as she was in his embrace. Once her pussy stopped hurting so much, she put both of her hands on his as he was still playing with her boobs and sighed happily.
Hermione was slowly gaining enough energy for the finishing act. She already came a few times, as did Luna. And now it was time for Luna to make Harry cum. She didn't rush it though, she waited until Harry was ready, and until he felt that Luna was ready as well.
Harry leaned it to kiss Luna's cheeks and hair, Luna leaned back for those kisses. After a few more kisses, Harry leaned in further for her mouth but didn't kiss her, instead he just rubbed his lips against hers, feeling each other's breaths.
"Ready to take my cock in your tight little mouth, cutie?" He whispered.
"Yes, master..." She whispered back excitedly.
"Alright, then... Get up and kneel next to the bed." Harry ordered and then nodded at Hermione to signal what was going to happen.
As Luna obediently got up and knelt next to the bed, Hermione got up together with her and moved her hair away from her face and neck. Meanwhile, Harry walked back to the dresser and he pulled out a rope out of one of the drawers. He could've just tied Luna's hands with a simple spell, but he liked to do it old school. Or sometimes he liked to watch Hermione do it old school.
Harry threw the rope to Hermione who easily caught it.
"Hands behind your back, sweetheart... You won't need them for this one." Hermione smirked as she looked down at Luna. Luna smirked back and obeyed the command. She loved being tied up.
Hermine restrained Luna's wrists with a well-practiced knot, and while she was down there she lightly slapped her butt. She smiled as it jiggled.
Harry slowly walked toward Luna, stroking his cock, preparing it for her. Once he was close enough, he squeezed some precum out of his cock and wiped it on his fingers, then stuck his fingers inside her mouth.
"Taste it..." He said softly.
Luna didn't fight Harry and opened her mouth willingly as he probed around with two of his fingers. She made sure to lick them with her tongue. Harry's fingers left Luna's mouth with a loud slurping sound.
"Start sucking..." Harry ordered. As of now, Hermione only stood behind Luna and observed attentively.
Harry didn't help Luna by guiding his cock into her mouth, he did quite the opposite. Whenever she almost managed to get it in, he would wiggle his hips, slapping Luna in the face with his cock, and she had no hands available to help herself.
Hermione giggled as Luna desperately struggled to get the cock in her mouth. She started whimpering ever so quietly, getting frustrated.
Harry was a bit too tall for Luna, so she couldn't sit on her knees and had to lift her butt a little to reach his cock comfortably, but it also strained her leg muscles.
Finally, Harry stopped wiggling about and Luna finally managed to get his cock inside her mouth. It took so long Luna was extra hungry for it and immediately started bobbing her head back and forth at a fast pace.
Because of how fast she started, she also immediately started gagging, and saliva started dripping out of her mouth, down on her chin, and on the floor. Harry and Hermione had been training her to deepthroat for quite a long time now, but it wasn't easy. Especially without preparation, she definitely couldn't swallow Harry's entire dick.
Hermione giggled at the funny slurping and gagging sounds Luna was making and stroked her hair.
"Look up at me, cutie." Harry touched Luna's chin to encourage her but didn't force her.
Luna had her eyes closed for most of the time but now she obeyed without hesitation and looked up as her mouth remained wrapped around Harry's huge cock. Her eyes were welling up with tears.
"You're a really cock hungry cute little slut, aren't you?" Harry groaned silently. It felt so good.
Luna nodded happily with the cock in her mouth and continued sucking. Luna felt so aroused that he hands were tied and had to control everything with just her head and mouth.
Occasionally she would gag hard enough to spit the penis out of her mouth, and then she would desperately try to get it back in. Harry would never help her.
The entire area around Luna's mouth was covered in spit, it was constantly dripping off her chin. It was going down her neck, chest, and breasts, all the way down to her crotch.
Harry was moaning louder and louder but still wasn't on the edge.
"You're doing really good, sweetheart..." Hermione said and Luna would smirk if she could. "... But I think there's still something missing..." She continued mischievously.
Luna tried glancing at Hermione but didn't manage to do so, and only thought about what she meant. She wasn't sure if Hermione was going to help her suck Harry off, or...
She would find out before she even finished her thought as Hermione grabbed her hair harshly and forced her on Harry's cock as deep as possible. The cock was so deep that she could feel it sitting in her throat, and her nose was pressed against Harry's body. She struggled to breathe and started squirming intensely, but Hermione wasn't letting her go, and she certainly didn't have enough strength to pull away on her own in this position.
"Just a little longer..." Hermione whispered deviously.
Harry immediately started moaning louder. She wasn't even sucking his dick, but the feeling of his dick being so deep down her warm, wet throat made him even more aroused. As he looked down on Luna, he could see the desperation in her teary eyes. Her tears were slowly rolling down her face, mixing with the endless amounts of saliva.
As soon as Hermione pulled Luna's head away, she started coughing, gagging, and gasping for air. Hermione let her have a quick rest.
"Now, just let me do the work..." Hermione whispered again, still holding Luna's hair.
"Uhm- ugh- y-yes, mistress..." She coughed out, and opened her mouth.
Hermione got an even better grip on Luna's hair and started violently shoving her head onto Harry's dick back and forth and even faster speeds than Luna managed on her own.
Luna was whining and whimpering as it was happening but she didn't fight it. Sometimes Hermione would stop when Harry was balls deep in her throat again, making her squirm and gag. Hermione especially enjoyed those moments.
"Let's make you a bit prettier." Hermione stopped moving Luna's head and pulled her hair back, then scooped up most of the drool that was all over her mouth and chin, and started smearing it across her entire face.
"T-thank you, m-mistress..." Luna whimpered, still coughing a little.
"Now I want to see you take that cock deep in your throat on your own." Hermione ordered Luna.
Luna inhaled deeply and then with a little bit of struggle stuffed Harry's cock back in her mouth. She pushed deeper and deeper, she was gagging intensely but she trained for this many times, and she wouldn't back out until she satisfied both Harry and Hermione. With a lot more struggle, she managed to touch Harry's body with her nose.
"Now hold it for a bit..." Hermione wanted to make Luna stick out her tongue and lick Harry's balls as well while in the position, but her mouth was too small for that, Harry's cock was filling up Luna's mouth nicely.
Luna choked, gagged, and cried, but kept herself in place.
Finally, it was now Harry who pulled away, as he was groaning and moaning louder. His moans were drowned out by Luna's intense coughing.
"Are you ready, baby?" Hermione asked Harry.
"Ohhh... Yes, I will cum on her face and in her mouth..."
Hermione smirked and walked over from behind Luna next to Harry.
"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and don't move, sweetheart, okay?" Hermione explained gently.
Luna nodded and obeyed, the saliva all over her face had dried up a little and she could see better again, she made eye contact with Harry as she did before.
Hermione then grasped Harry's cock with one of her hands and started stroking it masterfully. She grinned, and her eyes were fluttering between Luna's and Harry's eyes.
Harry's moans were now getting really loud, and Hermione could tell he would be cumming very soon. She started jerking him off even faster, moving her hand all the way from the base of the shaft up to the tip.
"Ohhh... Ohhh..... Oh...... Damn..... Ohh....." Harry moaned.
"Come on, baby, cover her face and fill her mouth with your delicious load, she's waiting for it... she's craving it... Don't you sweetheart?" Hermione encouraged him.
Luna only nodded and whimpered excitedly.
"Ohhhhhh... Ohhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Oh my god, that feels so good! Ohhhhhhhhhhh... Ohhhh... Ohh..." Harry groaned.
Luna flinched as a huge, thick, sticky load came bursting out of Harry's throbbing cock. It landed on her face, in her eyes, on her chin, on her tongue, and in her mouth. His cock kept tensing up as it shot more, and more cum.
"Wooow! That's a really huge load!" Hermione exclaimed, genuinely surprised. She kept squeezing the tip of Harry's cock to get all the cum out, though that had become a bit uncomfortable for Harry as his penis was really sensitive now. Luna couldn't see at all now, both of her eyes were covered by semen. The cum was dripping off her chin but Hermione quickly started catching it into her palms and tasting it herself. She slowly, playfully sucked it off her fingers, showing Harry, who was grinning.
"Don't swallow it yet, sweetheart." Hermione ordered Luna.
Luna only whimpered, she didn't even nod, because she was too scared that all the cum would start sliding off her face. And she knew that she would have to lick all of it off the ground if that happened.
Hermione lightly tapped Harry's thigh and he took one step away from Luna. Hermione then proceeded to kneel down in front of her.
"Don't worry... I'm going to clean you up..." Hermione smirked at Harry and started by licking off all the cum on Luna's chin. She slowly made her way up, licking all the cum on her cheeks, in her eyes, and even on her forehead and strands of hair. However, she didn't swallow any of it, she kept it in her mouth. Luna didn't move throughout the entire ordeal but she was extremely aroused as she felt Hermione's warm tongue touching her face.
"Keep your mouth wide open." Harry ordered Luna. He knew he had to say it because if Hermione tried to do so, all the semen would start dripping out of her mouth.
Once Hermione decided that Luna was clean enough, she raised herself above Luna but didn't fully stand up, and then started letting the cum slowly dribble out of her mouth into Luna's. It was sliding down her tongue into her mouth.
"Close off your throat, don't swallow it, cutie!" Harry warned Luna. He knew exactly what Hermione was doing, and knew what Luna was supposed to do. Even Luna knew it, but Harry just needed to make sure.
Luna waited patiently as Hermione took her sweet time letting every last drop slowly dribble out of Hermione's mouth into hers.
Once it was all out, Hermione smiled and giggled. She looked into Luna's eyes for a few seconds, and then swooped in for an aggressive French kiss. She pressed her body against Luna's. Luna started kissing back, and they were swapping the cum from one mouth to another. They would fight with their tongues, trying to get the semen into the other girl's mouth. A lot of it would dribble out, over the corners of their mouths, onto their boobs.
Harry always found this so hot. He got so aroused that he would easily be able to fuck both of them again, but he knew it was late, and so he just enjoyed the show.
The girls hugged each other tightly, loads of slurping sounds filled the room, and both tried to keep all the cum between their mouths, though sometimes unsuccessfully. Hermione would add some saliva into the mix by spitting into Luna's mouth.
"Swallow now..." Hermione mumbled, trying to keep her mouth closed, though a bit of cum still dribbled out.
Luna definitely had the bigger load in her mouth, together with Hermione's spit. But she obediently gulped all of it down, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show it was all gone. She smiled happily and wiggled her butt when Hermione smirked.
Hermione stopped hugging Luna and pulled away a little from her, and with the use of her fingers, started scooping out all the cum that dribbled on both of their breasts. Once it was all mostly gone, she sucked it all off her fingers and then swallowed the load as well. Both of them then looked at Harry with a very satisfied look.
Hermione proceeded to brace herself against Luna's shoulders and got up. She still looked very messy, covered in sweat, saliva, and droplets of cum. Then she helped Luna up, Luna grimaced subtly as her legs were hurting a bit from all that kneeling. Though Hermione kept her hands restrained. Luna looked much messier. There were still plenty of droplets of cum on her, and loads of dried-up drool.
"You were amazing girls..." Harry praised their efforts. Especially because this was supposed to make an otherwise awful day much better, and they certainly succeeded.
"We know..." Hermione said playfully with confidence and winked at Luna, who in turn smirked.
Harry chuckled, then turned around and grabbed his wand. Nonverbally he cast a spell, removing all the sweat they left on their bed, then he also removed it from himself, and then from both of the girls, where he also removed all the other bodily fluids.
"Much better." Harry said proudly and Hermione only nodded in approval.
Luna squirmed a bit, trying to bring attention to her restraints. She thought that everything was over now.
"Oh, cute little Luna... We are not quite so done yet... We're going to play with your body a bit more... No worries, no more orgasms or sex... But I think you look cute with those hands bound behind your back." Hermione smirked devilishly and stroked Luna's cheek.
Luna wasn't sure if 'no more orgasms' was supposed to be a reward or torture.
Hermione then picked Luna up into her arms, making Luna squeak softly in surprise. Then she threw her in the middle of the bed, with a bit of effort. It didn't hurt Luna at all, even though she fell on her tied-up arms, because the mattress was really soft and she fell on the blanket on top of that.
Harry smiled and went around the bed, he usually slept on the left side, Hermione on the right side, and Luna right in the middle.
Once they surrounded her with their bodies, she felt extra petite. She was much shorter and smaller than Harry and even between her and Hermione there was a considerable difference in body types. With her hands still bound behind her back, she felt even more vulnerable as Harry and Hermione started groping and fondling her breasts. They smiled and grinned at each other and Luna. Luna smirked back at them and would occasionally moan and gasp softly. They would also teasingly tickle her belly, hips, and armpits, which always made her squirm extremely. They touched her lips, stroked her hair, and caressed her cheeks, they really made her feel loved, while still teasing her a little bit.
Harry's cock was still hard because the potion's effects still not wearing off completely, and he couldn't deny that he was still aroused. Luna could feel it pressing against her thigh, and she wished she could just roll over and stick it in her pussy again, but she knew playtime was mostly over. Usually, Harry and Hermione slept in pajamas and only Luna was always naked unless it was really cold. But rarely all of them would sleep naked and that often proved distracting, for all of them; that's why they didn't do it often.
Hermione and Harry marked the time when it was truly time for bed by both of them giving Luna a long, passionate, hot, sweet French kiss.
"Roll over on your side sweetheart..." Hermione whispered to her, and as a last act, her hand wandered lower, and skillfully with just one hand, untied the knot on Luna's wrists, and then nonchalantly threw the rope off the bed.
Luna smiled and rubbed her wrists which had rope markings.
"Now it's really time for bed..." Hermione smiled.
"You don't want me to... kiss and massage your feet today...? I'm a little tired but I wouldn't mind..." Luna asked with her dreamy, silky tone.
That was a part of their usual routine as well. As they would go to bed, Hermione would often read a book, and until Hermione was ready to close the book and really fall asleep, Luna would be on the opposite side of the bed, massaging and kissing Hermione's feet. The only exceptions were when Luna was really tired, or when Hermione just wasn't in the mood, which was rare.
"No, sweetheart, you were great today and you deserve the rest..." Hermione smirked and stroked her cheek again.
Luna only replied with a soft nod and a smirk of her own, as she laid down her head into a puffy pillow.
Harry grabbed his wand that was now sitting on the nightstand and powerfully waved it all across the room, extinguishing the chandelier and all the other candles, even in the hallway, then he placed the wand back in its original place.
Under complete darkness, they grabbed the blanket from underneath them and covered themselves under it up to their necks. They shared one big blanket, but it was indeed really big, it reached over the edges of the bed from both sides.
Both Hermione and Harry rolled over, to give Luna a bit more space, and then it was silent.
Usually, it was Harry who would fall asleep first because he was almost always tired from work, but this time, it was Luna who dozed off before anyone else, since she was exhausted well beyond what Harry's usual work could throw at him.
Harry fell asleep after Luna, though it took him a bit more time than usual, because Ron was still invading his mind, and he had to think about him. He even felt a little guilty, knowing the great life he had, and the miserable life Ron had. But he still realized that Ron brought it upon himself. That was the bitter truth.
Hermione stayed awake the longest; as always. She was usually the one left with the most energy after a long day.
However, even she was a bit more exhausted than other days, and she didn't even bother to read a page of her book that night, and as she fell asleep just a few minutes after Harry, the room fell under complete silence.
...
...
Ron stumbled out of the inn. He was really drunk. It was late in the night, and the heavy rain was gone. He expected to get more drunk than he ended up getting, and before blacking out, he got bored and decided he would instead just wander the street, and alleys of Diagon Alley until the morning... And then he would be on his way again.
He constantly had to support himself against the stone walls. The streets were empty, even the vendors that would try to force you to a product at any cost were now gone. His head was mostly free of thoughts. He would occasionally think about where he would find his next tip for a Death Eater. He wasn't even sure where he was going, even though he knew the Diagon Alley like the back of his foot.
His thoughts briefly wandered to Harry, and Hermione a few times... His chest would tighten especially when his thoughts lingered upon Hermione and then he had to chase those thoughts away.
Chuckling and hiccuping away most of his time, he ended up wobbling into a really dark and narrow alley. It had no lights, the only light that could be found there was the light shining from the street lamp on the main street, but it didn't reach all the way to the back. The alley was made even narrower by old, dusty crates and barrels on each side.
Ron decided he would take a break and sat down on one of the barrels. Then he chuckled some more. He didn't have a particular reason why he chuckled. He just felt like it. He lowered his head and chuckled away.
...
"Finally..." Someone mumbled from the back end of the alley after tens of minutes of just Ron's drunken rambling to himself.
The tone of the voice was cold, cutting, bitter.
"Wha-..." Ron raised his head slowly and confusedly squinted his eyes as he looked into the darkness and saw nothing.
"Finally... I've found you... Finally, I've caught up to you... And finally, I'm ready..." Discontent was rising in his voice.
"Look mate-" He hiccuped. "Mate... I don't- don't know what you're talking about, okay? And I don't really care, so piss off." Ron chuckled.
"Looking at your worn-out coat... And your dirty face... Seems like you haven't forgotten your family heritage, even though you've abandoned them..." The voice mocked him.
Ron stopped chuckling and again squinted his eyes to see into the darkness. He realized that the voice was kind of familiar.
"Who are you?!" Ron yelled out, still just lazily sitting on the barrel.
"I'm the one who's going to kill you... End your miserable life." The character took a step closer.
Ron could now see the silhouette of the person, but still couldn't make out any distinctive features. The person was tall and lean and definitely wasn't wearing any robes. He had about medium-long hair, and most importantly, he could make out that he had his wand drawn. Ron still didn't bother to even reach for his own.
"That's-" He hiccuped. "That's really funny, mate. Because... because if you knew who I was, you'd be just about running now..." Ron drunkenly pointed a finger at the character and then lowered his hand again.
"I liked you better when you were just a goofy, stupid, useless sidekick of Harry Potter... I have to admit, this new you... is much more formidable..." The voice was getting more and more familiar to Ron but he couldn't put a name to it. "You murdered my father... And tortured my mother... And now you will experience the same fate... At last."
The character took one more step forward, and now the light from the main street illuminated him just enough.
Ron squinted his again yet again and could make out the face... A black suit... The blonde hair.. And that punchable, annoying face.
"Malfoy...?" Ron sounded a lot more unsettled now.
He calmly reached for his wand but didn't draw it yet.
"That's right... Now you remember me... You vile monster?!" Draco raised his voice.
"You Death Eater parents deserved it... And you know it... You deserved it too, you were just lucky that you got away that day." Ron got serious but couldn't hide that he was still very drunk.
"I might've deserved it... I might've... I wish I was dead... But not my parents. Not MY PARENTS!" He screamed, though he still controlled his voice. He thought back about what he did to Hermione. He still thought he deserved a punishment for it. Maybe even death. But he wasn't man enough to give himself away to the Aurors, and neither did he consider the murder of his parents an appropriate punishment. No, that was way over the line in his eyes. He deserved death, not his parents.
Draco now had his wand fully drawn, aiming it at Ron's face.
Ron lost some of his seriousness again as he chuckled. "That's really something you know, mate? Always arrogant, and always thinks the world revolves around him... Just fuck off already, you barely know how to cast spells, you were always such a wimp..." Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the overconfidence, maybe it was both and a little more of something else. But up until that point, Ron honestly believed Draco didn't have it in him to attack him.
"You're the one who had become arrogant... Consumed by revenge... I'm not the same person I was back at Hogwarts... I will free you of your thirst for revenge... Permanently." Draco sounded serious, determined, and resolute.
Ron wanted to chuckle again, but Draco wasn't going to wait another moment. He was lucky to find Ron in such a state, and he wasn't going to waste the chance.
Ron thought Draco wasn't going to attack until he saw him do the movement he knew by heart with his wand. Ron gasped in shock and drew his wand, but he was too tired, too drunk, too slow. He barely held the wand firmly in his hand, he was wobbling on the empty barrel that felt like it was about to fall over under his erratic movements, and...
"AVADA KEDAVRA!!!" Draco screamed at the top of his lungs.
A huge explosion. Splinters, fragments, chunks of wood flying everywhere at incredibly high speeds. The barrel that Ron was just sitting on... Torn to shreds, just as all the crates and other barrels behind him. It was pure chaos, incredibly loud. Draco had to hide his face from all the sharp pieces of wood flying in his direction. They cut up his suit, and he even bled.
Once it was all gone, he stepped closer. The cobblestone ground of the entire alley was covered in shattered wood.
Underneath the shattered wood... A body.
A body covered by large amounts of blood. Covered in wooden shrapnel. The body wasn't moving, eyes closed.
Draco took one step closer and looked into Ron's face.
He kicked his leg and scoffed when nothing changed, didn't bother to check his pulse. He sheathed his wand, adjusted his suit, turned around, and walked back into the darkness.
Draco enacted his own revenge.
And Ron...
Ron's path of vengeance was finally at an end...
Finally, he might find peace...
Might he?
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