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Semblance of Normality	By : Ladylala04 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28248 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise or the characters. They are a product of J.K. Rowling's wonderful mind. This story is purely a work of fiction and it serves for entertainment purposes only. I gain no monetary profit from this story.

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A/N: I want to say thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU!!!! to Salon_Kitty for co-writing the smutt scene. Girl, you transformed that mess I wrote into a Gem. You are greatly appreciated!!! And a Big thanks to all the reviewers!!!!!!!

Harry firmly shut and locked the door to the loo and fell heavily against it. He breathed deeply as he felt the last vestiges of Ron’s hug leave his body. The light easy feeling the contact had given him was rapidly being replaced with trepidation. Wanting to escape the suddenly claustrophobic space, he quickly stripped naked, turned the shower as hot as it would go, and hopped into the steamy downpour.

When the water made contact with Harry’s bare flesh, he let out a scream through clenched teeth. Damn, it was HOT, but he would have to grit and bare it if he wanted to dissipate his rising anxiety. After several torturous minutes when his mind and body had become comfortably numb, he cut the heat down to his customary temperature of just below boiling. He rested his forehead against the tiled wall as the spray streamed down around him. The crescendo of the falling water muted his senses and blocked out all sounds except for that of his own breathing.

Focusing on that rhythmic noise, Harry opened his mind and replayed all the events that happened between him and Ron that morning. He remembered seeing Ron standing in the door way in all of his wet glory and the hurried walk down the hallway. He also remembered being locked in the room and gawking at his poor friend while the other man was spilling his guts. However, he could only recall some of what was being said.

You know how much I love Hermione. She’s a wonderful woman and we’ve been so happy but… but what? There were literally hundreds of scenarios that could be derived from that sentence. What would cause a bloke to feel that he had to hastily marry his bird? Harry pondered the possibilities.

We’ve been so happy but--- I think there maybe someone else, she’s thinking about moving away, she’s pregnant? Harry’s heart fluttered with that last prospect. What if she were pregnant? It would be brilliant!! He knew she’d be a fantastic mother and Ron would be a cool laid-back father and he himself would just be happy to be a da- Harry instantly stopped that notion. There he went again with his self-insertion problem. He chided himself for almost letting his other thoughts slip in. He tried so hard to clear them out of his mind but they would rear up every now and then.

He told himself that if Hermione were pregnant, his role in the child’s life would be Uncle or God-father and that was it. No matter how very much he wanted to be more, that’s all he ever could be because they surely would never love him the way he loved them. And if even by some small miracle they ever could, society would say it was wrong.

Frankly, he could personally give two fucks about what society thought of him, but he knew the scandal would ruin not only Hermione’s and Ron’s budding careers but it would also affect the whole Weasley clan. The Wizarding World had come a long way in improving its prejudices, but certain things such as one’s sexual preferences was still a hot topic of taboo. If being gay was greatly frowned upon and openly scorned in their world then being in a triad had to be at least ten times worse, he felt.

Harry’s futile dreams of having a real family with his best mates and hopefully fathering a child with them only caused heartache and depression, so imagining being with them physically appeased his longing better then imagining being with them in a true relationship.

Although he promised himself that he would never wank to them again, he honestly had to because his brain had become so full of various emotions in the past few minutes, that he could not concentrate on Ron’s mysterious message. He needed a release to think clearly; a primal release.

He needed to cum hard so he let his mind delve into his kinky thoughts and conjure up one of his favorite fantasies. In this particular setup, he and Hermione were having a secret one-off in the shower while Ron was away at training. He closed his eyes and let himself drift...

He's walking up to the door of the loo, eager for first dibs on the shower with Ron away for overnight-training...his hand is on the doorknob but as he's stepping inside he can hear the shower already in use. A face peeks around the curtain surrounded by wet curls...it's her, and she's smiling at him, getting him hard on the spot.

Harry ran his hands down his belly as he pictured her, standing right where he was now, his grip taking hold of his cock....

She's talking to him.

“I’m so sorry. I know you like to get the shower first, but I woke up early and thought I would be done before you got up. “

He's nodding, it's fine, he says, turning to go, but then she's inviting him to join her and he doesn't think twice before he's dropping his trousers and tugging at his shirt, his excitement barely contained as he reaches for the curtain to pull it back.

Gods, she's a beauty, his eyes drinking her in as she soaps up her ample breasts, a few fingers disappearing amidst the soft, smooth thatch between her legs. Then he's in there with her and she's putting her hands behind his head, pulling him to her lips for a searing kiss and he wants her desperately, his hands obscenely groping her; gripping her tits, flicking her nipples, and spreading her pliant arse cheeks wide in his firm hands.

She growls at him in satisfaction but then she's suddenly descending down his body, cruelly biting and sucking at his neck, stretching his nipples with her teeth, before nipping painfully at his torso. But it's good, he's a semi-submissive pain freak, right? He loves every fucking minute of it.

He moaned aloud at the thought. Oh, Merlin, how he would love for Hermione to hurt him like that, and he tugged on his cock a bit more forcefully and pinched one of his nipples...

Just when she’s about to take him in her mouth and swallow him whole, the curtain is torn back and Ron is standing there looking furious. He must have come home early. A death glare is bared at the two of them, and then suddenly Ron grabs Hermione, hauls her against the wall, and snogs the hell out of her as he rips off his clothes.

Harry increased the speed of his tugs…

Ron‘s giving vicious kisses and Hermione returns them with ruthless ones of her own. When Ron gets down to his pants, he grabs both of her puffy nipples, squeezes and twists, making her squeal in painful delight.

Harry stopped and clutched his cock hard to keep from cumming because bloody hell, justthinking about Hermione taking punishment and reveling in it almost made him lose his load. It was too soon for that plus he hadn’t even gotten to his favorite part yet. When the sensation died down a little he resumed.

Now fully nude, Ron pulls away from the panting and wanton witch and turns his icy blue gaze to him. Ron comes towards him in slow motion, gets behind him in the shower, and unleashes one of his amazing kisses on him as he wrenches Harry’s head painfully backward. His neck is twisted so far it feels ready to snap but then Ron’s ridged cock is grinding into his cleft, causing a wonderful friction against his puckered hole.

Harry tread two fingers over his lips fantasizing what a kiss from Ron would be like. He hoped it would be as brutal and passionate as the one he imagined Ron giving Hermione.

Hermione reappears and begins sucking him off; her soft, full lips enveloping his rod; her talented mouth now alternating between deep-throating, teasing the head, and lightly biting the shaft.

Ron leaves his mouth and starts placing harsh kisses and bites down his neck and back, making him squirm and hiss under the agonizing attention. He pushes Harry forward, squeezes and kneads his cheeks, spreads them wide, and swipes his tongue from the bottom of his cleft all the way up to his lower back; doing it again and again until he settles right over the most sensitive spot. He changes direction and laves sloppy circles around the rim of the taut hole; pushing harder and harder with each rotation, until breaching the tightness.

Oh, Gods. Picturing Ron performing such a dirty and taboo act was blowing his mind. He was on the edge of having a nuclear orgasm and needed more stimulation to set it off.

Merlin he was close, so close…

He rocks his hips forward and gently slides back, getting used to the feeling of Ron’s tongue inside of him. The more he rocks the better it feels. Giving in to the pleasure, he fucks himself against his best mates’ faces.

“Fuuuck!” he moaned out loud, momentarily forgetting he was not home alone. His balls were tightening and his toes were curling. Just a little more…

He slams forward down Hermione’s throat and backwards on Ron’s tongue; the pressure building and building until…

Harry came with a stifled shout; vaguely remembering there were people just down the hall. Rope after rope of pearly white cum spilled on the shower floor; his arse hole squeezing the life out of the two fingers he had nestled inside. He had to prop himself up to keep from falling over. When the last of it was done, he released his cock and gently removed his abused fingers from his stretched hole.

Damn, he had over done it. Instead of clearing his mind he had turned it to mush. After such a spectacular climax, he couldn’t remember the rest of what Ron had said. Hell, he could barely even remember his own last name. Now he would be forced to use a Pensive, if he could get his hands on one. In recent years, the Ministry had strict regulations on the use of the devices because of a disturbing trend that involved wizards and witches selling their most terrible memories on the black market. Apparently, some very sick individuals were willing to pay top galleons for a front row view of a Death Eater attack or witnessing unspeakable acts of abuse. Regular people could no longer own them in their home, and a court-order had to be obtained in order to even use them. However, with a lot finagling and throwing around the Boy-Who-Lived card, he might have a chance at one.

The water now ice cold, Harry quickly washed, making sure to be gentle with his sensitive genitals. He completed the rest of his ablutions, got dressed, and headed to the kitchen. His breakfast was sitting on the stove with a heating charm and a note that read:

Dear Harry,

Sorry you have to eat breakfast alone. I have an early appointment with the representatives from the Banshee Alliance for Rights and Fairness and Ron rushed out saying he had some important business to attend to. I brewed your favorite tea and left the Daily Prophet for you on the table. I hope you have a wonderful day!!

With Love and Warm Regards,

Hermione (and Ron if he didn’t dash out so quickly)

Harry smiled at the note. He had a feeling he knew what the ‘important business’ was that Ron had to attend. He sat down and tucked into his breakfast. He sighed at the prospect of eating alone but the way things were going, it was a feeling he quickly had to get used to.
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