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As far as Harry was concerned, the next three weeks had been sheer torture. Ginny was revising for O.W.L.S. and had precious little time for anything beyond her studies. Every night, the four friends sat in the common room, Ron and Hermione snuggled together on the squashy sofa, snogging whenever they’d thought no one was looking, while Harry sat in the armchair near where Ginny was hunched over her books at the table. He’d offered to help her with her work, but Ginny had seen how he’d approached his own O.W.L.S. the previous year and felt she could do better on her own. She told him kindly she was afraid working with him would be much too distracting for her and suggested he hang out with Ron and Hermione instead. He’d complained then that all they wanted to do was snog and Ginny had been no help.
"So snog with them," she’d said to him, which simply added to poor Harry’s frustration because it never occurred to him that she might be serious.
Harry had managed on a few occasions to engage Ron in a game of Wizard's Chess or Exploding Snap, and of course the trio had homework of their own to keep up, but it was driving him mad to watch Ron and Hermione kissing every night, and sometimes more if there were no other Gryffindors in the common room. They didn’t, of course, go so far as to actually have sex on that squashy sofa for fear one of their classmates might run back downstairs after a forgotten book, but once the other students had gone to their dorms for the night, Ron demonstrated that he’d quite moved past his original fear and insecurity where pleasuring Hermione was concerned.
Harry had looked up from his reading on more than one occasion to see Hermione leaned back against Ron’s chest with her robes and blouse undone and Ron’s hand kneading her breast. A couple other times, he’d caught Ron resting against Hermione as she stroked his straining cock. Harry had shifted uncomfortably in his chair and swore under his breath. He could have gone up to bed, but he always got so bloody hard watching them grope at each other. He didn’t think he could walk properly, so he always ended up trapped there, watching the show and imagining what he’d like to be doing to Ginny.
Sometimes Ron or Hermione had noticed Harry watching them and had tried to coax him into joining them, but it just didn’t seem right somehow when Ginny wasn’t able to play, too. And so he’d wait until his friends called it a night and went up to bed, then he’d adjust his aching erection inside his trousers and walk Ginny up to bed. He gave her chaste kisses goodnight, lest the feel of her tongue against his make him lose his resolve and beg her to skive off a night of studying and find somewhere she could shag him senseless.
"Harry," Ginny said, as he kissed her quickly at the steps to the fifth year girls’ dorm, "I know you’ve got to be hurting. I saw Hermione giving Ron a hand job tonight, and I saw you squirming. If you won’t go play with them, then at least get my brother to get you off. I can’t have you exploding before I finish my O.W.L.S., now can I?"
Harry tried to deny that he was suffering, but Ginny persisted. He insisted he’d be fine with just wanking in the shower until she had time to play with him again. But as he kissed Ginny one last time, this one with a faint brush of their tongues, Harry wondered if Ron was still interested in getting off with him. By the time he reached the boys’ dorm, he’d nearly made up his mind to simply tell Ron he was in a bad way and needed the kind of release you could only get from the touch of another person, and since it was Ron’s and Hermione’s fault he was suffering from that need, Ron was going to have to help him out. His plans, however, were dashed when he reached the dorm and was met with the sound of Ron’s loud snores. Harry swore under his breath as he stripped off his clothes and got into bed, casting a silencing charm as he pulled his hangings shut. He grasped his aching prick in his hand and fisted it frantically, shooting onto his belly, but feeling not the least bit satisfied.
If possible, the next day was even worse. It was Saturday, and the last Hogsmeade visit before the end of term. Ginny stayed at the castle to study with Luna, leaving Harry going into the village with Ron and Hermione. That alone would have been bad enough, watching them holding hands and snogging on occasion, but it seemed like every corner they turned, they ran into some other Hogwarts couple who were kissing and groping. By lunch time, Harry had seen all he could stand, and he left Hermione and Ron having lunch in The Three Broomsticks, leaving half of his own sandwich untouched as he claimed a headache and said he was going back to the castle to see if Madame Pomfrey could give him a potion for it. His friends had offered to go with him, of course, but he firmly told them "no" and said once he got a potion, he was going straight to bed.
Once Harry was out of earshot, Ron turned to Hermione with a determined look on his face.
"You know he’s lying, right? I could see his cock through his jeans. He was hard as a rock again and he’s going back to the castle to have a wank. It’s killing him seeing us and everybody else together and him not getting any."
"Well, what do you suggest Ron?" Hermione asked. "We’ve asked him to join us a hundred times and he always refuses."
"We stop asking," Ron said succinctly. "We figure out where he’s gone and take matters into our own hands – literally."
Hermione beamed at him. "You always were a brilliant strategist, Ron."
They quickly ate the last bites of their lunch and headed back towards Hogwarts.
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He climbed onto the bed naked and settled himself comfortably against the headboard with a couple of pillows propped behind his back. He spread his legs so that his feet were practically a meter apart, then he bent his knees so that his feet rested flat against the duvet. He leaned his head back against the pillows and pictured Ginny, naked and on her knees between his legs, running her tongue up the length of his shaft. He reached one hand between his legs and cupped his balls, fingering them gently, feeling their weight in the palm of his hand. He wrapped his other hand loosely around the base of his cock and began to stroke himself.
He pictured Ginny taking the head of his cock into her mouth and beginning to suck on it gently, which caused him to tighten his grip on himself. And then more red hair came into focus in Harry’s mind. Ron was apparently there as well, straddling Harry’s chest and rubbing the head of his cock against Harry’s lips. Harry opened his mouth and moaned, imagining that he was sucking Ron into his mouth and trying to mimic the motions Ginny was using on him. Harry stroked himself faster and squeezed his balls a little more tightly with his hand.
Harry imagined that he could feel himself thrusting up into Ginny’s mouth and tried to suppress the part of his brain that reminded him Ginny wasn’t there; that he was thrusting into his own hand. Then he felt Ginny’s mouth slip off his prick with a soft pop, only to be replaced with something warmer and just as wet. He imagined he felt himself sheathed in her tight center, warm and responsive, and he knew that need was going to be the death of him yet.
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Ron, on the other hand, was confident it would work if Hermione would just concentrate on the fact that she and Ron were what Harry needed most right now, and on how much they needed him as well.
"See, I told you so," he smirked when the door appeared in front of them.
Hermione peered quietly inside and spotted Harry on the bed, his head thrown back against the pillows and his feet spread far apart as he wanked himself. She sucked in a breath as her own need hit her right in the pit of her stomach. She and Ron had done a good bit of snogging and groping over the past few weeks, but had only slipped away for a good shag twice, so seeing Harry like that was really making her hot.
"I want you to fuck him tonight, Hermione," Ron whispered in her ear. "He needs it."
Hermione looked at him in surprise. "But Ron, you need it, too. Don’t you?"
She wanted to feel Harry inside her, although she’d never admitted that to anyone before, and had been trying to deny it to herself ever since that day down by the lake.
"Yeah, I do," Ron said, a mischievous smile on his face. "I’m going to fuck Harry while he’s inside you."
Hermione grabbed his hand and tugged him quietly into the room, silently closing the door behind them. The couple undressed where they stood so that both were naked when they approached Harry and the bed. They were relieved that he was still so absorbed in whatever images he held in his mind as he wanked that he’d failed to notice their presence.
Ron moved quietly to Harry’s right and Hermione to his left, each taking a seat on the bed at precisely the same moment. Harry’s eyes flew open, but before he could protest, Hermione’s mouth was surrounding his cock and Ron’s tongue was probing his mouth.
Harry tried in vain to struggle free of them, his mind telling him he shouldn’t take advantage of them this way, but his body longed for their touches, for anything they would do to him.
Hermione caressed his balls as she slid her mouth up and down his length, and she teased his hole with the thumb on her free hand. Harry shifted his position to spread his thighs farther apart, silently begging her to do whatever she wished with him. Ron’s tongue danced against his and he moaned into his mouth as Ron pinched his nipples. Harry knew there was no point in trying to talk his friends out of what they were doing because his body wanted it much too much for him to be convincing if he said he didn’t need their help. He reached out to take Ron’s cock in his hand and began to stroke him.
"Yes, Harry," Ron hissed. "It’s about bloody time you realized Hermione and I were meant to take care of you."
Hermione made an "Um Hmm" sound around Harry’s cock to signal her agreement, and the vibrations of her throat around the sensitive crown of Harry’s erection nearly made him lose it on the spot. He bucked hard against her mouth and she had to pull back slightly to keep from choking on him.
"Sorry, ‘Mione," he whispered.
When she pulled her mouth off him completely, Harry feared he’d hurt her or made her mad, but she stretched out beside him on the bed and looked in his eyes, making sure she had his full attention.
"S’okay Harry. But I think it’s time I felt you inside me somewhere else now."
Harry’s eyes went round at her words. She couldn’t possibly mean what he thought she meant.
"I want you to fuck her, Harry," Ron said resolutely. "Right here and right now, and I’m going to watch."
Harry thought he should protest, but felt himself moving over Hermione even as his brain struggled to find the right words. When his knees were between her parted thighs and he was supporting his weight with his hands resting just outside her shoulders, he felt Ron grip his erection and position it at Hermione’s entrance. Ron rubbed Harry’s tip against Hermione’s folds so he could feel how wet and hot she was.
"Please, Harry," Hermione pleaded from below him. "I want to feel you inside me."
Harry’s arms and legs trembled as he warred with himself, and then he pressed his hips forward and sheathed himself inside his best friend. Three voices moaned in unison, two at the feeling and one at the sight of his two best friends joined so intimately together. Harry pulled back and then thrust into her again, quickly establishing a rhythm. He fucked Hermione at a leisurely pace, determined to make it last as long as he could, even though he longed to pound her into the bed.
Harry moaned when he felt Ron’s lube-slicked fingers rubbing his entrance. Those naughty fingers teased and massaged, relaxing him before slipping inside to scissor and stretch. Ron kneaded the rounded flesh of Harry’s arse with his free hand as he stroked his fingers in and out of his best mate, lost in watching his cock disappear and reappear between Hermione’s milky thighs. Ron thought he could come just from watching them give each other pleasure.
After a few long moments, Ron withdrew his fingers from Harry’s hole and positioned himself behind him on the bed. He slathered lube generously over his cock and rubbed a bit more onto Harry before pressing his tip against Harry’s entrance. Harry stilled his movements then moved his knees a bit farther apart before pushing himself back against Ron, forcing the head of Ron’s cock to breach his body.
Ron hesitated only slightly to allow Harry a second to adjust to the intrusion. He pushed forward, fully sheathing himself balls deep in Harry’s arse, and pressing Harry’s cock firmly into Hermione. Everyone moaned at once. The feeling was brilliant, but the three friends quickly realized the logistics of a three-way fuck were not quite as simple as with couple sex.
Their efforts to move in unison left Harry stroking in and out of Hermione, which was good for them, but left Ron’s cock buried inside Harry. While that certainly wasn’t a bad thing, it failed to offer the delicious friction both boys craved. If Ron tried to move backward enough as Harry moved backward to get that friction, they found their three-way connection kept slipping apart somewhere and their efforts to rejoin soon became more amusing than arousing. They laughed and prodded at one another, but eventually established a rhythm that worked. When Harry pushed forward into Hermione, Ron stroked outward very slightly. When Harry withdrew from Hermione, Ron pressed forward into him. Harry’s senses were on overload, and he knew he couldn’t last long.
Hermione was amazed at how different it felt having Harry inside her rather than Ron. Ron’s cock was longer than Harry’s and arced gracefully towards his belly when he was erect and untouched. When he was inside her, that arc did delightful things to all of the sensitive spots inside her. But Harry’s cock was thicker than Ron’s, giving her a delicious stretching feeling that she hadn’t really felt with Ron since their first time together. And even though Harry’s cock didn’t curve quite like Ron’s did, the head was slightly larger, allowing him to hit most of her sensitive spots as well. Hermione licked her lips and Harry leant down to kiss her, his tongue exploring her mouth. When he released her from the kiss, Ron’s mouth found hers as he leaned over Harry’s shoulder, and Harry moaned at the sensation of being sandwiched so intimately between his two best friends.
Hermione’s orgasm hit her suddenly and the walls of her vagina squeezed tightly around Harry’s cock. The unexpected change in sensation caused his balls to tighten and Harry knew he didn’t have a prayer of stopping himself. He thrust hard into Hermione, tensing his arse as he did, gripping Ron’s cock almost painfully inside him.
"Oh fuck, Harry," Ron swore. "I’m gonna . . ."
He shoved his hips forward, ramming his cock against Harry’s prostate, and the little bit of control that Harry had maintained was lost.
“… come.” Ron finished his sentence just as he emptied himself into Harry’s arse, triggering Harry to spill his release deep inside Hermione. The three friends lay in a tangle of arms and legs on the bed, panting and gasping, but completely sated. It was no real surprise that even sex worked between the three of them. Somehow, they were always better together than alone.
As the three friends stumbled back into the common room through the portrait hole late that afternoon, they were laughing and talking much as they always had after an outing to Hogsmeade. Harry stopped abruptly at the sight of Ginny and Luna hunched together over their books, still working hard to prepare for their O.W.L.S. The guilt and shame he felt completely overshadowed the relaxed pleasure he’d felt moments before.
Ginny looked up as she heard the trio entering the room. One look at Harry’s smiling face told her Hermione and Ron had finally succeeded in giving Harry what she could not the past few weeks and she was grateful. A second look at Harry, after he’d seen her sitting there, caused Ginny to lay down her quill and cross the room to meet him. She realized he was consumed by guilt at what he’d obviously just done.
She slipped her arms around Harry’s neck and attempted to snog him, but he grabbed her arms and moved her away from him.
"Ginny," he said, anguish clearly present in his voice. "Ginny, I’m sorry, but I have to tell you something. I know it was wrong. I know I shouldn’t have, but you have to know. . ."
"Shhh, Harry," Ginny interrupted softly. "I already know. All I need to know now is if it was good, and if they gave you what you need until I can do it for you myself."
Harry gaped at Ginny in stunned surprise. And then he smiled, one of his "I caught the Snitch and won the game against Slytherin" smiles as he thought about Ginny and Hermione and Ron. Harry finally understood what Dumbledore had told him about the true source of his power, how he had something in such abundance and that Voldemort had not at all. It was love, and Harry knew in that moment that he was indeed one lucky wizard, in spite of everything he’d been through in the past and all that was still to come. As long as he had Ginny, with Ron and Hermione standing beside him, there was no challenge he couldn’t face.