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Title: Sunset
Pairing: Hermione/Ron/Harry (brief mention of Ginny/Harry)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 100 X 6
Summary: A brief look at Harry, Ron and Hermione after the war.
Notes: This was a pinch-hit I wrote for thehogwartslife. The prompt, submitted by gala_apples, was Hermione/Ron/Harry - sunset.
Sometimes, Harry feels like he’s falling.
Everything is going well. He’s been living in peace for over a year- his scar has stopped stinging, the nightmares have calmed down, and there is no immediate threat to the Wizarding world. He has a steady job, doing what he enjoys, a flat that he shares with his best mate, and he’s in the process of rebuilding his relationship with Ginny. On the surface, his post-war life has been going well.
Inside, however, he feels empty, lost. He wonders, having fulfilled his destiny so young, whether he has used up purpose, lost direction.
Late afternoon one Saturday, Harry apparated home after putting in some overtime on a case at work. He immediately froze at the sight that awaited him on the couch - Ron, straddled by Hermione, whose hand was unmistakably down Ron’s trousers. They were kissing so intensely, they didn’t notice Harry’s arrival.
“Right, then,” Harry muttered.
“Harry!” Ron exclaimed, giving Hermione a soft shove and quickly fixing his trousers. “I thought you were at work!” Hermione nodded, blushing.
“Got out early. Didn’t think calling would be necessary, since this is my flat too.”
He stalked into his bedroom and slammed the door.
Sometimes, Harry feels like he’s falling.
He doesn’t understand the complacency with which Ron and Hermione face life. He doesn’t understand why they are so blissful, untouched by anything that has happened in the past. They have direction and are content without purpose. It bothers Harry, because while they are fondling on the couch, he’s in his bedroom, wondering what any of his accomplishments have done for him. He is the one who’s lost.
The inside of his room is lit by the afternoon sun, but he manages to fall into a dreamless sleep anyway, glasses still on his face.
The sensation of warm breath on his cheek roused Harry from sleep. He awoke to find Hermione, inches from his face, which no longer held his glasses. She smiled. As she did so, Harry became aware of a presence at his back- almost as warm in its contact with Harry’s body as Hermione’s breath had been.
“Let us make it up to you, mate,” Harry heard Ron murmur from behind him, mouth against his neck, as Hermione’s hands began to ease Harry out of his trousers.
Harry realized that their bodies were bathed in the light of the setting sun.
Harry feels like he’s falling when Hermione takes his cock in her mouth and Ron’s fingers tease him from behind and find his rim. He moans and allows his fingers to find Hermione’s thick hair, guiding her in rhythm. Ron eases his finger in, slowly, and Hermione’s tongue flicks against the head of his cock. He forgets everything in that moment, mind shattering against waves of pleasure.
When he releases, it’s into Hermione’s mouth, and she swallows with a smile. Then she snuggles up against him, Ron matching her from behind. Their hands meet over Harry, and he is engulfed.
Hermione whispered, as the light withdrew from the room and the sky darkened, “We’re always here for you, Harry.”
Ron, giving Hermione’s hand a squeeze and pulling in closer to Harry, mumbled, “And don’t you forget it.”
Harry nodded quietly, a small smile on his lips. He thought to himself that everything would be okay, as long as he still had Hermione and Ron. They were, as they had proven time and time again, the best mates anyone could ask for.
He glanced out the window. Though the sun was gone, his spirits felt brighter and his body felt warm.
Pairing: Hermione/Ron/Harry (brief mention of Ginny/Harry)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 100 X 6
Summary: A brief look at Harry, Ron and Hermione after the war.
Notes: This was a pinch-hit I wrote for thehogwartslife. The prompt, submitted by gala_apples, was Hermione/Ron/Harry - sunset.
Sometimes, Harry feels like he’s falling.
Everything is going well. He’s been living in peace for over a year- his scar has stopped stinging, the nightmares have calmed down, and there is no immediate threat to the Wizarding world. He has a steady job, doing what he enjoys, a flat that he shares with his best mate, and he’s in the process of rebuilding his relationship with Ginny. On the surface, his post-war life has been going well.
Inside, however, he feels empty, lost. He wonders, having fulfilled his destiny so young, whether he has used up purpose, lost direction.
Late afternoon one Saturday, Harry apparated home after putting in some overtime on a case at work. He immediately froze at the sight that awaited him on the couch - Ron, straddled by Hermione, whose hand was unmistakably down Ron’s trousers. They were kissing so intensely, they didn’t notice Harry’s arrival.
“Right, then,” Harry muttered.
“Harry!” Ron exclaimed, giving Hermione a soft shove and quickly fixing his trousers. “I thought you were at work!” Hermione nodded, blushing.
“Got out early. Didn’t think calling would be necessary, since this is my flat too.”
He stalked into his bedroom and slammed the door.
Sometimes, Harry feels like he’s falling.
He doesn’t understand the complacency with which Ron and Hermione face life. He doesn’t understand why they are so blissful, untouched by anything that has happened in the past. They have direction and are content without purpose. It bothers Harry, because while they are fondling on the couch, he’s in his bedroom, wondering what any of his accomplishments have done for him. He is the one who’s lost.
The inside of his room is lit by the afternoon sun, but he manages to fall into a dreamless sleep anyway, glasses still on his face.
The sensation of warm breath on his cheek roused Harry from sleep. He awoke to find Hermione, inches from his face, which no longer held his glasses. She smiled. As she did so, Harry became aware of a presence at his back- almost as warm in its contact with Harry’s body as Hermione’s breath had been.
“Let us make it up to you, mate,” Harry heard Ron murmur from behind him, mouth against his neck, as Hermione’s hands began to ease Harry out of his trousers.
Harry realized that their bodies were bathed in the light of the setting sun.
Harry feels like he’s falling when Hermione takes his cock in her mouth and Ron’s fingers tease him from behind and find his rim. He moans and allows his fingers to find Hermione’s thick hair, guiding her in rhythm. Ron eases his finger in, slowly, and Hermione’s tongue flicks against the head of his cock. He forgets everything in that moment, mind shattering against waves of pleasure.
When he releases, it’s into Hermione’s mouth, and she swallows with a smile. Then she snuggles up against him, Ron matching her from behind. Their hands meet over Harry, and he is engulfed.
Hermione whispered, as the light withdrew from the room and the sky darkened, “We’re always here for you, Harry.”
Ron, giving Hermione’s hand a squeeze and pulling in closer to Harry, mumbled, “And don’t you forget it.”
Harry nodded quietly, a small smile on his lips. He thought to himself that everything would be okay, as long as he still had Hermione and Ron. They were, as they had proven time and time again, the best mates anyone could ask for.
He glanced out the window. Though the sun was gone, his spirits felt brighter and his body felt warm.