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Confessions Under A Night Sky	By : snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
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Thanks for reading and reviewing this sweet little tale. This chapter moves back and forth between the present and that fateful night under the stars. I tried not to make it confusing.
August 2000
"Sshh, this is the last event and then we're free," Hermione whispered to Harry as he fidgeted and shook his knee, trying to work out the pent up energy and tension. Ron on the other hand was in his element, relaxed and enjoying the spotlight. She looked from Harry on her left to Ron on her right, watching her two wizards as they watched Kingsley Shacklebolt on the podium.
For herself, Hermione didn't much care about these events and the spotlight. She could take them or leave them, but she understood the Ministry's agenda. The Golden Trio, as they were now referred, had accomplished an incredible feat and were hailed as heroes throughout Great Britain. But, the Ministry had a lot of work to do in order to regain the public trust. It had allowed itself to become compromised and had put its population at risk and danger. It had failed to protect and therefore had failed at the very thing it was created for. So, she understood the need for all this ceremony and putting up a united front. She had tremendous faith in Shacklebolt and knew he could put the pieces back together.
But, she was glad this was the last of the ceremonies they would have to attend for a while. Since the war had ended, the trio hadn't had a lot of alone time and she missed her wizards. As Shacklebolt droned on with the same speech she had heard countless times, her mind wandered back to the night her wizards became hers and she became theirs:
Hermione closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep, but her mind couldn't shut down after what had just happened. After what felt like forever, she finally started to get sleepy, but the feeling she was being watched prevented her from drifting off. She opened her eyes and turned to her left, following the pull. Green eyes were watching her. "Go to sleep, Harry," she whispered. The soft snoring on her right proved that Ron was out.
Harry's voice was soft, shy. "I love you too, Mione. I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier." He swallowed, nervously. "I was a bit...overwhelmed."
Hermione rolled towards him and took his hands in hers. "I know, Harry. It's ok you didn't say it tonight. You've told me before you loved me...and I know you do."
"No, you don't understand," he continued. He manipulated their hands so that he was now holding hers. "I love you, Mione...like love you, love you."
Hermione watched him, absorbing what he said. "Oh," she replied, softly. Hermione couldn't deny the happiness this stirred within her. She smiled shyly, "well, you know how I feel...I think I made that fairly clear a little while ago."
He chose his words carefully, "so that wasn't just you being reckless? It wasn't just you wanting a real kiss?"
She shook her head, "no, you silly wizard. I mean yes, I guess I was being reckless and yes, I did want to be kissed...but, I realized tonight that I wanted those things with you and Ron...both of you." She bit her lip, "I meant it when I said I love you both and want you both."
That moment still gave Hermione butterflies, no matter how many times she relived it in her memory. That had been the start, well in all honesty, the start had happened on the Hogwarts Express their first year. But, that night by the fire was the culmination of it all, the sum of all the parts finally coming together and making them whole. She turned to Ron, smiling to herself as she remembered what had happened next:
"Does that mean we can do that again?"
Hermione looked back over her shoulder at Ron who was grinning boyishly with a definite twinkle in his eyes, and obviously not sleeping after all. She rolled back onto her back and took his hand in hers, joining it with Harry's. She sighed, her voice becoming serious. "Well, that depends, I guess."
"On what?" Harry whispered as he leaned in and kissed her cheek softly.
Ron leaned in on her other side, "yeah, on what, Mione?"
She sat up and slowly stood, still naked, yet unashamed. The look on the boys faces told her she had nothing to be embarrassed about. She grinned playfully, "It depends on if you can catch me."
She shrieked and laughed as she ran around the tent, Harry and Ron on their feet in a flash and on her heels in seconds. She giggled as strong hands lifted her and tossed her over a shoulder... Ron's shoulder as it turned out. "Ahh, Mione.. You should know better than to run from us," Ron teased as he swatted her bottom lightly.
"Ronald Weasley, did you just spank me?!" Hermione began smacking his bottom in return as he carried her back to the mattress.
"Yes," He replied playfully. "And, I'll do it again if you misbehave."
She giggled as he tossed her onto the mattress and collapsed on top of her, kissing her hungrily.
"What are you grinning about?"
Hermione was brought back to the present by Ron's whisper. He was smiling, his hand under the table rubbing her thigh.
She chewed her bottom lip, still smiling from the memory. "Our first time," she whispered back at him.
Ron's reaction was immediate. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing his brain to not think back to that glorious night. He would never make it through the rest of the ceremony. He smiled playfully and whispered. "You're evil, Mione."
She leaned into him and whispered, teasingly. "Be a good boy, Ron. When we get home I'll show you just how evil and naughty I can be."
"Bloody hell," he mumbled under his breath.
Hermione let out a soft sigh as her mind wandered back to that night under the stars:
Ron's mouth was devouring as he kissed her, she could feel his erection rubbing against her hip. His hands started out tentative on her breasts but quickly became more aggressive.
She moaned into his mouth as she felt another set of hands on her, this set on her thighs. Ron slowly pulled back, moving to her side as he continued massaging her breasts. He looked from Hermione to Harry and watched Harry once again spread her open and rub his hands on her.
Ron slid down next to Harry. "Show me what you did, Harry. Show me how you made her come."
"Accio wand," Harry commanded..his wand flying into his hand. "Lumos," he whispered.
"Right there," Harry whispered.
Hermione squirmed as the pressure of fingers rubbing her. Once again, she found herself the object of intense study. She threw her arm over her eyes and let out a sigh, rolling her eyes. "Really, boys. This is..."
She looked down when it got quiet and hands were no longer on her. Two sets of eyes were peaking up, over her thighs, their expression pleading.
"How are we going to learn if we don't practice, Mione?" Ron's tone was playful, but his voice had a touch of desperation.
She let out a sigh and fell back. "Fine," she said, shaking her head. She threw her head up again, "but one at a time. One of you should at least be kissing me."
Harry smiled and crawled up beside her. "Hi," he whispered shyly when he got to her face. "Lovely weather we're having." He continued trying to maintain a straight face.
Hermione burst into giggles and pulled him in for a kiss. A kiss that started out sweet and quickly became consuming. Need began to build within her. She wanted to feel her wizards, really feel them. She wouldn't deny it or shy away from it. She pulled back from Harry, her eyes on his as she said, "Ron, get up here."
She felt Ron pull away and then move up beside her on her right. She took both their hands once again. They looked her, concern in their eyes.
Harry whispered, worriedly, "too much, Mione? We can stop. Ron and I..we would never.."
She shook her head interrupting him, "No!...that isn't it! I want...more." She shimmied herself up so that she was sitting between them. The both slid off their knees and sat next to her.
Her eyes went back and forth between the two of them. "I want...I want to make love to you. Both of you. I love you so much and I want my first time to be special. I can't imagine it being with anyone else, and who knows what tomorrow will bring." She ran her hands through her hair and let out a heavy sigh. "If we get captured, well...I doubt it will be a quick death..if you know what I mean. The revels...with muggleborns."
"Hermione stop!" Harry was adamantly shaking his head. "That's not going to happen to you. Ron and I won't let it!"
Ron's voice was raw, but strong. "You're ours, Hermione. That's never been more true than it is now. And, I want to be with you the rest of my life. I cant imagine a world without you in it."
"Me either," Harry added. "I know it's not conventional, but the three of us..you know? We belong together. We're a family." He looked from Hermione's eyes to Ron's. "All this time, I've mourned not having a real family." His eyes started to well. "But, my family has been right here all along."
Hermione began to cry. "Oh, Harry." She pulled both Ron and Harry to her, hugging them fiercely.
She felt the earlier desire begin to coil within her as her wizards began kissing her all over.
"Lay down, Mione. Let us make love to you," Ron whispered.
She laid back, her heart beating fast, her breathing rapid. Ron and Harry looked at each other, silent communication and understanding between them.
Ron swallowed heavily. "Are you sure about this, Mione?"
Hermione sniffled and smiled warmly. "More sure than anything."
Ron and Harry looked at each other again.
Harry's voice was tentative. "What about...what about contraception?"
Hermione took a breath. "Madam Pomfrey...she did a charm. I went to her, just before we left Hogwarts. I knew if I were captured, I'd likely be raped and if somehow I got away, I didn't want pregnancy to be a possibility."
Harry shook his head. "Oh, Mione. You're the strongest and bravest person I know. I love you so much." He leaned in and kissed her.
She felt Ron's mouth on her right breast and then on her stomach as he worked his way down her body. He spread her open once again, kissing her folds. "You smell so good," he whispered. He rubbed her and she could feel the moisture building and spreading.
He came back up her body, wedging himself between her thighs. Harry was stroking her hair, looking at her with total love and adoration. He took her left hand in his and leaned in to kiss her gently and then pulled back as Ron's face made its way up and over hers. She spread her legs wider as she felt him lean into her, pressing his hardness against her core. He kissed her as she felt him take his hand, positioning his cock at her entrance.
He became hesitant. "I don't know what...I don't want to hurt you."
"It's ok, Ron..just do it..Please.."
"Ok," he whispered. He slowly pushed into her but she was so tight, he wasn't getting anywhere. He took a breath and thrust hard, breaking her barrier. He froze. Hermione inhaled sharply, the pain so much more intense than she had anticipated. She could feel Ron's heart pounding in his chest as his chest was pressed up against hers. He couldn't help but want to move. The need was overwhelming. He looked down at her. "Are you ok?"
She nodded quickly, her eyes closed, her forehead crinkled. "I'm fine. It's ok. Do what feels good."
He kissed her as he began to gently move in and out of her. Slowly she began to move with him, the pain gradually giving way to pleasure. She felt his movements become a little more frantic before he froze and let out a moan. His face collapsed down next to hers, his breathing rapid, his heart pounding as fast as moth wings.
"I'm sorry,' he whispered. "You didn't...you didn't come. I couldn't help it. I was going to move my hand to..you know, but I just couldn't last."
"Sshhh." She whispered as she pulled his face off her shoulder so she could see his eyes. "You were perfect. I love you."
"Oh, Mione..I love you soo much." He kissed her urgently. After a minute of kissing, he slid away from her and out of her. She felt his seed run down her folds. Ron let put a breath as he sat up next to her.
Hermione turned to Harry, his look contemplative, resigned. It wasn't hard to figure out what he was thinking.
She smiled up at him. "Hey, stop that." She curled her finger, beckoning him over. He smiled softly and slid down next her, laying up close. "I want to be with you, Harry. Now...please?"
He watched her eyes, intently, looking for any sign of regret or hesitation.
"Harry James Potter! Stop it! Nothing has changed. I love you...Show me that you love me, too." Where her voice was scolding at first, it became soft and pleading by the end.
"I want you, Mione...But, I don't want you to have any regrets."
She shook her head and whispered. "How could I ever regret you making love to me? Make me yours, so I can make you mine."
Her words were his undoing. He kissed her as he grabbed his wand and cast a gentle cleansing spell over her.
She felt the soft tingle of the familiar charm they had each learned to perform with expert skill. Being on the run with limited access to water for bathing had left magic their main option.
His hand moved down to her folds as he kissed her. He would not proceed until he had given her pleasure. Ron may have taken her maidenhood, but he was the only one to have given her an orgasm, and he planned to do it again. He gently kissed down her body as he rubbed the hardened nub between her legs. She began to moan as his mouth continued to make its way. He kissed her stomach as the one hand continued to rub her, and the other twisted and pinched her right nipple, causing her let out a lovely squeal.
He smiled up at her, "liked that did you?" His eyes darted to Ron. Ron nodded and moved over her, taking the hardened nipple into his mouth. By the time Harry's mouth was on her clit, she was a writhing coil of need. He nibbled and sucked and then inserted a finger into her core, causing her to let out a squeal and then moan of ecstasy as her climax overwhelmed her.
Full with need of his own, Harry quickly maneuvered himself between her legs and over her, just as Ron had done before him.
He watched her eyes as they fluttered open, still heavily lidded from pleasure. His mouth crushed onto hers as he guided and pushed his erection into her. He slowly worked his way in and out of her tight channel. "Mother of Circe, you feel so good, Mione."
She smiled at him, moving her hips, matching his slow pace. He began to move faster as carnal need took over. Hermione no longer felt pain, but she was tender. Despite the slight discomfort, she liked him inside of her and she matched his pace, meeting him thrust for thrust. It didn't take long before he tensed and moaned with his release. Like Ron before him. He collapsed on her, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her neck, worshipping her. "That was...that was...Merlin...words can't describe."
He rolled to her side and Ron nestled in on her other, the wizards mirroring each other on either side, just like earlier. Once again, Harry pulled the blanket over them.
Hermione was jolted back the present from the sound of loud clapping all around her. Harry and Ron were standing, joining in on the standing ovation of the crowd around them. Hermione stood, clapping as she looked at Harry. Of her two wizards, Harry was the more emotional, the more delicate somehow. Not that he wasn't a strong and powerful wizard... he had proven himself on that front to all of Great Britain. But, at times of intimacy, he was tender, loving and the most giving of the two. Ron, on the other hand, was the most playful, the most adventurous, especially when it came to sex. He liked to play games, role play and push boundaries.
While she had encouraged it, Ron and Harry had never taken an interest in each other, sexually. She wondered if that would ever change.
The three stepped away from the table, smiling as Ginny and Draco walked over from the next table, hand in hand. While the trio had been on the run, Draco had switched sides and helped Severus as best he could. He had confided in Ginny and they had become close. It had all worked out for the best in the end.
"How bout it, Mione? You ready for tomorrow? The big day?" Ginny was smiling brightly at Hermione and then looked from Ron to Harry. "You excited about becoming a trio in more than name?"
Her two wizards stepped closer to Hermione, each wrapping an arm around her waist. Hermione beamed up at them. "So ready, Ginny. I love these boys so much."
Draco smirked. "So, what's it going to be? Hermione Potter or Hermione Weasley?"
Hermione smirked back at the blond who had become a good friend. "Actually, it's going to be Granger... Harry Granger and Ron Granger."
Ginny laughed, "Of course it is!"
Ron and Harry shrugged, and Ron said playfully. "As if she would have it any other way."
The three bid goodnight to their friends and exited the building. The sky was clear and stars were shining brightly overhead. They paused and gazed up at the sky. Ron grinned and teased. "So, Mione the last time we saw a sky like this, you made quite a confession. A confession that changed our lives." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Any confessions itching to come out tonight? Something new and daring you might be wanting to try?" He squeezed her bottom and then pat it playfully, eluding to his desire for anal sex which Hermione had vehemently refused.
She looked up at him, meeting his playful gaze. Then she looked at Harry. Her eyes went back up tp the night sky. "I'm pregnant."
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