These two could make me so angry...and so aroused.  Hand on hips, I glared at them.  Both looked completely unapologetic.

“You knew there was a camera, didn’t you?”  It didn’t matter which “you” I meant.

Harry groaned as he sat gingerly on the couch, resting his head on the back and, after removing his glasses, closed his eyes.  Ron closed the door as if it were the detonator for a bomb.

“Well?”

“Yes, Hermione, we knew,” Ron answered.

I gaped unbecomingly, mouth hanging open like a landed fish.  I had suspected, but never expected they’d admit it without a drawn-out fight.  Disappointment filtered through me.  I was looking forward to the fight.

Ron, watching me carefully, moved to the chair next to the couch and sat.  I watched them.  Ron was exceptionally nervous, as if awaiting the bomb’s explosion.

“We thought it might be interesting,” Harry whispered, a groan punctuating his words.  He really was in a bad state.  I smiled.

Tapping my fingers against my skirt, I slowly walked around the couch.  Ron was slouched in the chair, biting his bottom lip and following me with his eyes.  Harry sat, tense, and pried his eyes open just enough to glare at me.

“Well, bookworm?” he rasped.

A little thrill shot through me.  I sucked on my lower lip to keep from making a sound that would have been suspiciously close to a moan.  I couldn’t deny that his raspy voice was an incredible turn-on.

Ron leaned forward, elbows on knees, hands dangling between them.  “Did you not enjoy it?”

I slammed my eyes shut.  How could they do this to me?  I was so angry.  I’m not an exhibitionist.  How dare they imply...

“Wait a minute,” I began.  “How did you know there was a camera?”

Ron blushed.  A little smile turned up one corner of Harry’s mouth.

“I got caught,” Ron said quietly.  “And so did Harry.”

“B-both of you?” I stammered.  I got a faint nod in reply from both of them.

“It amused the security guards,” Harry added.

They were both unrepentant.  Frustration spiraled through me.  Why did their bad boy act turn me on?  They weren’t normally like this...were they?  How much didn’t I know about them?  I knew what accompanying them to their flat had meant and I was there anyway.  But did I really know?

I turned away from them, away from their questioning eyes and paced.  I couldn’t believe I had been so uninhibited in that lift.  Did I really let Ron fuck me – against Harry?  And they kissed each other...oh, did they kiss.  I pressed my hands to either side of my head.

Too many questions, too many thoughts, were crowding in.  I didn’t want to think anymore.

Turning to face the boys, I saw they were in the same spots I had left them.  Harry, however, had moved a hand to the fly of his jeans.  Now, Hermione.  Don’t lose your nerve.

“You shouldn’t waste that,” I said.

They both looked up at me, Ron questioningly and Harry unblinkingly.

I walked slowly toward Harry, keeping my eyes on him.  For however much I had teased both of them earlier in the night, this was going to be different.  I would be initiating rather than submitting.

His eyes were dark, the green burning deeply.  When I got to him, I knelt between his spread knees.  I moved his hands, one to either side of him, and placed them on the couch palm down.

“Don’t move those,” I warned him.

That wicked half-grin turned up one side of his mouth.  “Yes, ma’am.”

I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, parting the material with my hands.  His skin was hot, his heart beating so hard I could almost see his chest rise with each thump.  Leaning forward, I ran my tongue from his neck slowly down his chest to his belly button, tasting the salt on his skin.

When he flinched, I looked up questioningly.  “Ticklish,” he said roughly.  I grinned and moved my hands to his belt.

Ron moved behind me, I could feel the heat from his body next to mine, but he said nothing.

Harry’s belt came undone easily.  After I slid it from the loops, Ron took it from my hands.  Slowly, I released the top button.  Harry groaned, clutching his fingers into the cushion.

“Patience, mate,” Ron snickered.  Harry merely lifted his head from the back of the couch to glare at him, then let his head fall back again when I pressed a kiss to his chest.

My fingers made quick work of the remainder of the buttons of his fly.  He lifted his hips so I could pull off his jeans and I decided to take mercy on him and remove them completely.  My gasp was audible.  He didn’t have boxers on, as I had thought...he had nothing on.

Oh, my.  And just as that thought – or lack of one – crossed my mind, Ron pressed himself against my back, enfolding me in his arms, his hands working at the buttons on my blouse.

Licking my lips, I took one last look upward.  Harry had lifted his head from the back of the couch again and had me pinned in his gaze.  He looked intense.  The only similar expression might have been as he closed in on the Snitch – totally focused.

I smiled.  He growled.  Then I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.  I briefly felt his hands in my hair at the back of my head, but then Ron removed them and kept them pinned at his sides.

“Are you going to behave yourself?” Ron asked him.

“No,” Harry barked.  Taking a deep breath, he added, “But if you mean am I going to keep my hands to myself, then yes.”

“Good,” Ron replied.  His fingers then went to work on my clothing.  In just a few moments, I was naked except for my garters and stockings.

I placed my hands on Harry’s thighs to keep him in place while I heard Ron shed his clothing.  I took my mouth off Harry’s cock to run my tongue up the underside, swirling around the head to taste him, then enveloping him again, wrapping one hand around the base as I did so.

His breath hissed between his teeth.  I could feel the tension in him and it made me feel powerful.  Harry Potter at my mercy.  One of my best friends at my mercy.

It was then that Ron entered me again.  My gasp made me choke for a moment and I had to release Harry to breathe.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

“No, Hermione, you have to keep going,” Ron admonished.  “I won’t unless you do.”

I’m going to lose my mind.  Not quite sure how I was going to stand to give a blow job while being fucked, I wrapped my mouth around Harry again.  He groaned deeply, his hips lifting from the couch to drive himself in more deeply.

After only a few minutes, Harry and Ron developed a rhythm, rocking me between them.  My thoughts were a jumble.  They were turning me into one nerve ending, one thing of pure sensation.

I could sense that Harry was about to come, but before he could, he grasped my head and pulled my mouth off him.  “I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he managed to grit out.

I ran my tongue over my lips before asking, “Where do you want to come?”

“I want to bury myself inside you,” he growled.  “Ron’s had you twice, I think it’s my turn.”

I could feel as well as hear Ron chuckle slightly as he slipped out of me.  Harry released me and twisted himself on the couch so he was stretched out across its length.  As I moved to straddle Harry, Ron walked to the arm of the couch where Harry’s head was.  When I took Harry inside me, both of us moaning, Ron reached underneath Harry to pull his shirt up and pin his hands above his head with it.

Moving slowly, I savored the sensation and became forever enthralled with the level of Harry’s self-control.  Then again, if you’re as powerful a wizard as he is, you must have to exert control over every part of yourself, I thought.

Ron moved to the front of the couch by Harry’s head and knelt.  I tensed in anticipation, squeezing Harry’s cock inside me and making him moan.  Ron chose that moment to grasp Harry’s head and give him a deep kiss.

That’s all it took for me to come.  Neither of them muffled my screams this time.  I trembled and panted and felt like the top of my head was going to split open.

After the first wave washed through me, I collapsed on Harry, limp but for the lingering tremors and aftershocks.

“I think she’s shagged out, mate,” Ron laughed before moving his mouth down Harry’s neck.  I made a noise of protest.  I was limp, but not totally shagged out.  I traced a pattern on Harry’s chest with my tongue and flicked it across one nipple.

Harry wrapped his arms around me and hooked his legs around mine, anchoring me to him.  Before I could figure out what he was doing, he flipped us so I was underneath.  His weight felt right; being pinned under him made me arch my back like a contented cat.  I ran my fingernails down his back.

That was the trigger, I supposed, because Harry hung his head with a low groan and began pounding into me.  I gritted my teeth against the scream that wanted to escape as I heard the slap of skin on skin.  It was one sound that had always enhanced the experience for me.

When I turned my head to the side to breathe, I felt something slide against my lips.  Opening my eyes, I found Ron rubbing his cock against my mouth.  I parted my lips and took him in, licking and tasting him, sucking him deep.

Ron held my head steady, easing himself in and out of my mouth, talking dirty to me in a low voice – “Yes, take it, suck me” – as he watched Harry.  When Ron came, I did my best to swallow, swirling my tongue around him to clean up.

Ron collapsed onto the floor beside us.  I kissed him once before he turned back to Harry.  “Come already, you bastard,” he muttered.  “You make the rest of us look bad.”

Harry grinned, grasped my hips and slammed into me, hard, another half-dozen times before groaning deeply and coming.  I was too exhausted to do much more than take it, though I did rake my fingernails down his back one more time in his last thrust.

Harry collapsed on top of me, laying there motionless until Ron pulled him off.  His entire body was limp, much as mine had been earlier.  I grinned.

Licking my lips, I commented, “I hope you didn’t like this sofa much.”

Ron blinked and Harry ignored me.  “What do you mean?” Ron asked.

Purring contentedly, I murmured, “It’s got an awful lot of stains now.”  Both my boys grinned at that.

“Isn’t that too bad?” Harry whispered, his eyes closed.  Ron braced himself against the chair opposite, then pulled Harry against his chest, between his legs, wrapping his arms around him.  Harry let his head fall back on Ron’s shoulder.

Though at that point I was all shagged out for a while, it still gave me a thrill to see them together like that:  black hair tangled with red; Harry’s wiry body pressed against Ron’s stockier one; the total abandon with which they could relax.

“You two look good like that,” I said, voice low, as I turned to lay on my side.

Ron brought his eyes to mine and smiled softly.  Those blue eyes twinkled knowingly.  Harry managed to pry his eyes open and a tired smirk played at his lips.  His emerald eyes still burned darkly.

I fell asleep with their eyes upon me.