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Strange Training	By : ArizonaIceT Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 22481 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Ginny? Have you seen my jumper?” Harry asked his wife.

His wife - honestly that was something Harry questioned if he’d live long enough to say.

But he survived the war. Him, Ron and Hermione. Sometimes he felt horribly selfish focusing only on Hermione and Ron, so many others had died, but they were the two most important people in his life. They were there from the very beginning, and they’d be there to the very end.

He could never tell Ginny that of course.

“Ginny-” Harry called again, turning from the drawer he was searching through. He was surprised to see Ginny standing in the doorway leaning against the frame. She had her arms crossed over her chest with Harry’s jumper over her shoulder. She looked rather annoyed.

“What’s wrong Gin?” Harry asked, but he felt he already knew the answer. It had been something she broached before, albeit subtly.

“I just…don’t see why I can’t come with you?” She said, looking at her feet and frowning.

“It’s not that you can’t come-”Harry said lamely, rubbing the back of his neck.

“But I’m just not invited.” Ginny said hotly, tossing Harry’s jumper at him. “I’m NEVER invited.”

Harry caught his jumper, and gently placed it on the bed. He looked at Ginny’s face steadily forming into anger and sighed. He supposed he needed to put the matter to rest the best he could.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Harry said delicately. That just caused Ginny’s frown to deepen but he pushed on. “It was just us in the forest all those months - everything we went through…It just has alot of meaning to us-”

“You three left!” Ginny said bitterly. “Just apparated away without a goodbye, I could’ve been there, I could’ve helped.”

“No Ginny.” Harry said wearily. This was a conversation they had had many times before. “You were needed at Hogwarts. Luna needed you, Neville needed you, the whole DA needed you.”

Ginny’s expression softened a bit at that.

“I still don’t see why I can’t come.” She mumbled. Harry walked across the room and pulled her into a hug. She didn’t bring her arms up to hug him back, but rested her forehead against his shoulder.

“This weekend - it’s like therapy for us. Like your meetings with the former DA members.” Harry stated.

“That’s not therapy - we’re just friends getting together.”

“Gin, half the time you come back with red, puffy eyes.”

“If I told you it was from laughter, would you believe me?”

“Not one bit.”

Ginny laughed a bit at that, and they stood for a moment in silence.

“You know, If you talked about the forest with me…maybe I could understand.” Ginny said, looking up at him. Harry stiffened a bit.

“I’ll tell you one day.” He lied.
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“You’re late.” Ron stated as Harry appeared in front of him.

“Sorry… got held up.” Harry apologized.

“Ginny?” Ron asked, slight frown on his face. Harry looked a bit contrite.

“...Yeah.” He answered honestly.

“We don’t have to talk about it mate.” Ron said, sparring his best friend of an uncomfortable conversation. “Hermione’s inside, she made a bit of stew.”

Harry smiled at his best friend in the whole world. The man had barely changed since their teen years - he wore his hair longer and had a bit of a stubble, but he was the goofy lanky red-head he loved.

They had built a cabin out there in the woods. Warded and protected by a powerful fidelius charm - of Hermione’s design of course - it was their little alcove amongst the sea of trees. Much better than a tent they all thought. The boys entered the cabin, alerting Hermione who was at the stove.

“Harry!” She said happily, stopping what she was doing to bound across the room and pull him into a hug. Harry pulled her into his chest tightly, face burying into her still bushy hair. Hermione pulled back enough to look up at Harry in his bespeckled eyes, before leaning in to press a searing kiss to his mouth. One of Harry’s hands instantly went to the back of Hermione's head, fisting into her hair and deepening the kiss. Ron walked a half step to press his chest across Harry’s back, wrapping his long arms around both of them. Hermione broke her kiss with Harry and stood on her tip-toes so she could kiss her husband over Harry’s shoulder.

“I’ve missed you both.” Harry whispered.

“Us too.” Ron said, breaking his kiss with Hermione.

This was them.

None of them expected for this to happen - it just did. They did what was expected of them. Harry and Ginny got married quickly after the war, and Ron and Hermione followed after she completed her 8th year. They were happy, they really were, but like everyone else, the war, everything that happened during their hunt for Horcruxes, none of that just went away. It was a part of them now, forever.

It was strangely Ron’s idea to return to the forest as some kind of therapy - closure. The death of Fred made him more aware of his emotions, more sensitive. It started off so innocent - seeking comfort in the tragic, like visiting a graveyard. But things hadn’t been the same between them since the forest, it could never be. They were all married, supposed to be happy, but they weren’t together, not in the way they truly wanted.

But being in the forest again, where they had all learned more about each other than they could ever imagine, more about survival than they ever wished - well simply put, they stood no chance keeping their hands off of each other.

And now this was them. Their secret. Their bond. 362 days out of the year they would be the golden trio, the heroes of the wizarding world, the dutiful husband, wives and friends. But for one weekend every year, they were the Harry, Ron and Hermione that wandered the forest. Harry felt guilty about what he was doing to Ginny, what he was doing behind her back. Ron and Hermione did too, but she had him the whole rest of the year - she could share.

Harry let his hands slide down Hermione’s body over her jean clad bottom, and gave it a squeeze. Hermione squealed, and pushed against his chest.

“You just got here Harry.” She gasped, as he gave her arse another squeeze. “I made stew.”

“I didn’t come here for stew.” He growled. Ron moved around the two so he was now behind Hermione. Harry gave her a sudden shove back, pushing Hermione back into Ron, who quickly grabbed her wrist and gathered them behind her back.

“We’ll have plenty of time for this-” Hermione sighed, not very much sounding like she was trying to dissuade them. Harry’s hand went to grab her chin, holding her head in place.

“And we’ll have plenty of time to eat too.”

Harry’s hand went back to Hermione’s hair, taking a large fistful. She let out a small moan as he pulled on it hard, pulling her over to the table in the middle of the room.

“Ron.” Harry said.

“Right.” Ron replied. He moved to the table, and with a sweep of his long arm, cleared everything that was on it and sent them clattering to the ground. Harry roughly pushed Hermione over the table, bending her in half. She tried to get up, but Ron grabbed her by the back of the neck and pinned her to the table top from the side. Harry bent one of her arms behind her back, and with the other, dragged her pants down her hip.

“Loot at her.” Ron growled. “She’s absolutely dripping for you.”

Hermione let out a strangled moan. It was true, her panties were absolutely soaked. After their ‘training’ after everything they had done to her, she couldn’t go back to soft touches, to the light - neither could they. She was strong - if she wanted to, she could easily get them to stop. They gave her that. But she didn’t want them to stop. It was them, the two she trusted more than anything. She let them hurt her, use her like they did those years ago - she wanted them to.

Harry gave Hermione’s ass a brutal smack, causing her to gasp out loudly. He grabbed the waist of her panties and pulled hard, ripping them to shred and leaving her exposed and wanting.

“Safeword.” Ron said automatically. It was a requirement in all of this, in case they went too far. They never did of course, they were so attuned with each other, they knew when and where the limits were. Still, as she always did, Hermione answered-

“Snitch.”
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