At my forced answer, Ron lifted his head to smile at me as if he were a game show host and I a contestant who just won the grand prize.

He and Harry wrestled for a moment to see who would be on top, laughter punctuating their movements.  I watched muscles play under their skin, legs entwined.  And was aroused by it.

This is like some small, hedonistic orgy.  I thought about it for a moment.  But that isn’t a bad thing.

Ron ended up on top, pinning Harry underneath him.  Ron straddled Harry’s thighs, pressing Harry’s hands into the pillow beside his head, dominating him.  I felt something stir deep within me at the sight and it was all I could do not to moan and disturb them.

Harry arched his hips upward, trying to entice Ron to move.  Ron merely smiled, capturing Harry’s thighs between his knees and holding him still.

“I won,” Ron growled.

“So you did,” Harry drawled, smiling.  “You going to fuck me, then?”

I watched them, watched the muscles in Ron’s arms as he shifted his weight to keep Harry under control.

I could come just from listening to them.  Heat flashed through me from between my thighs, making me whimper.

Ron looked over at me knowingly, then Harry followed his gaze.  Flashing a smirk, Ron bent his head and captured Harry’s lips in an open-mouthed kiss.

They were intentionally driving me insane and enjoying it.  I shoved one hand into my mouth and let the other slide down my body to my clit.

Harry struggled a bit, then freed his left leg to wrap it around Ron’s thigh.  The sight went beyond erotic.  He arched his hips upward at Ron, forcing his erection to rub against Ron’s.

Ron froze, then slowly pulled his head back, staring down at Harry.

“Do that again,” he breathed.  Harry’s lips tilted upward in a grin as he arched his back again, this time deliberately grinding himself against Ron.  If I didn’t know better, I would swear Ron’s eyes rolled back into his head.  “That’s brilliant.”

Was I jealous?  I would never be able to give him that exact pleasure.  But when I looked at Harry’s face, I knew I couldn’t be jealous – this was their experience.

Harry was watching Ron with fierce concentration.

“Harry, have you done...this...before?” I asked quietly.

He grabbed Ron’s hips and ground against him, ripping a moan from Ron’s throat.  Though Ron was on top, Harry was in control.

“Yes,” Harry hissed in return, then latched his mouth to Ron’s.

That’s all the response you’re going to get out of him for now.  Until he told me, I knew I would obsess upon exactly who Harry had had a homosexual experience with before tonight.  Settling myself against the headboard, I decided I would have to let it go for now if I wanted to enjoy the show.

My fingers moved faster over my clit when Ron reached down to stroke Harry’s thigh.  Even as pale as they both were, Ron’s hand was clearly defined against Harry’s skin.

Ron freed his mouth from Harry’s, trailing kisses along his jaw to his ear, then down the cord of his neck.  Harry moaned in response, tilting his head back to give Ron better access.

I felt like I was melting.  I knew what it was to be at the mercy of Ron’s hands; I knew what it was to have Harry underneath me, moaning.

And with that thought, sensation flashed through me and a final flick of my fingers brought on my orgasm.  I arched hard, banging my head on the wall and curling my toes.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked, looking over at me, his eyes unfocused.  I nodded – it had sounded worse than it felt – and that was enough.  Harry returned his attention to Ron, pressing a kiss into his shoulder as he ran his right hand down his back.

Ron purred and rubbed himself against Harry’s hand.  I watched Harry’s left hand tangle briefly in Ron’s hair, then slide away.  I wasn’t sure what Harry had done until Ron went still, then groaned deeply.

“Do you like that?” Harry demanded.

“Harder,” Ron answered, bending to bury his lips against Harry’s neck.

My thought that Harry had his hand around Ron’s cock was confirmed when they flipped over so Harry would be on top.  Harry sat on Ron’s thighs and stroked Ron slowly.

Seeing the look on Ron’s face – enraptured and amazed – made me think he’d never really been dominated before.

I could have fun with that.

“Do you want me inside you, Ron?” Harry demanded, tightening his fist around Ron.

Ron licked his lips twice before he could reply.  “No, I want to be inside you.”

Harry grinned.  I moaned at the images these two were feeding me – even before they enacted them.  Harry looked over at me briefly – long enough to acknowledge the appreciative noise I’d made – then rolled off Ron to lie face-down between us on the bed.

Ron turned on his side, facing us.  “What do I do, Harry?”

Harry raised himself onto his hands and knees in the middle of the bed.  I grinned and, shoving pillows onto the floor, scooted myself over to place a foot on either side of Harry’s arms, leaving me once again spread wide for my boys.  I lifted my free hand above me to grasp the headboard.

The whole scene felt deliciously pornographic.  I flicked a finger across my clit again and felt fire shoot through me.

“Damn, Hermione,” Ron whispered.

If Ron was in awe, Harry was amused.  Smiling, he directed Ron to kneel behind him.  He then closed his eyes and whispered a spell that I could only assume was for lubrication.

Ron ran his hands up and down Harry’s back.  The view when Harry dropped to his elbows and rested his head on the bed made me gasp and I felt a drenching sensation against my hand.  Ron was positioned behind Harry, cock erect and rubbing against Harry’s arse, his hands stroking the long plane of Harry’s back.

“Ron,” Harry growled and shoved back against him.

“Yes?” Ron countered, innocence in his tone.  He then grabbed Harry’s hips, holding him immobile, stroking his cock into the cleft of Harry’s arse.

“For someone who hasn’t done this before,” Harry gasped, “you’re certainly doing an excellent job of teasing me.”

“I only said I hadn’t done this with a man,” Ron said, grinning.

“Oh, shit,” Harry breathed.  He lifted his head slightly to look back over his shoulder.  I could see his cock, hard and weeping for attention, framed by two pairs of male thighs.  “Fuck me, Ron.”

Lifting my eyes, I saw Ron swallow hard, then move one hand from Harry’s hip to his cleft.  Slowly, he slide one finger down.  He then took a deep breath and worked his finger into Harry.

Harry let his head drop onto the bed as he moaned deeply.  I wanted nothing more than to move under Harry and let his cock drive into me as Ron drove into him – but I restrained myself to watching.  This was for them.  Of course, that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy watching.

I moved my fingers off my clit so I could slide two inside myself.  Ron winked at me as I did so, then looked down at his hand.  By Harry’s gasp and guttural moan, I would guess Ron was mimicking my actions and had inserted a second finger into Harry’s arse.

“Enjoying the view, Ron?” I asked in a breathy voice an octave higher than usual.

Before Ron could answer, Harry growled again.  “Dammit, Ron, fuck me.  I want your cock buried deep and fucking me.”

I laughed teasingly.  “I think he’s on edge, Ron.”

Ron withdrew his fingers to grip his cock.  “I do think you’re right, Hermione.”  He rubbed the head of his cock against Harry’s arsehole.  “Should I drive him over?”

I pretended to think about it.  Harry was nearly trembling with his need for release.  While it would have been fun to prolong the torment, especially given what they’d done to me last night, I thought we could save that for another night as well.

Driving my fingers deeper into myself, I waved my free hand negligently.  “Go ahead.”

“Yes,” Harry hissed and pressed back against Ron.

Holding Harry still with a hand at the small of his back, Ron used his other hand to guide his cock into Harry.  Harry dipped his back lower to accommodate Ron – and get used to the penetration.

Ron drove himself in slowly, causing them both to moan and grunt, both in appreciation and effort.  Even if my eyes were closed to the sight before me, the sounds they were making would make me come.

“Harry?” I began.  Harry ignored me.  I withdrew my fingers from myself and bent forward to run them over his lips.  He lifted his head enough to look at me, his eyes scorching me with their intensity.

“Yes, bookworm?” he said softly, then took my wet fingers into his mouth, shoving his tongue between them.  My thoughts scattered and all I could do was moan.

“Damn,” Ron muttered, watching Harry suck on my fingers, before grasping Harry’s hips tightly and driving his cock into Harry’s arse to the hilt.

Harry gasped around my fingers.  “More, Ron.”

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ron said appreciatively.  Withdrawing slightly, he then slammed back in, eliciting a moan from Harry.  “You feel good.”

“You two look so hot, it’s making me crazy,” I said.  While the idea of dominating Ron – who rarely was submissive – was a turn-on, watching Ron dominate Harry was mind-blowing.  Seeing Ron’s large, freckled hands gripping Harry’s slim hips, holding him immobile, was a live-action erotic fantasy.

A smile curved both their mouths.  Grunting slightly, Ron sped up his thrusts.  Gasping, Harry released my fingers and raised himself onto his hands.  Rocking forward at first with each of Ron’s thrusts, he soon fell into a rhythm that had him driving backward as Ron thrust, impaling himself on Ron’s cock.

I grasped the headboard above my head with both hands.  Closing my eyes, I felt Harry’s lips on my leg, moving higher.  With each of Ron’s thrusts, Harry allowed himself to be moved up the bed.  I could feel myself becoming uncomfortably damp at the thought of what was in front of me, what Harry could see and smell and what Ron was doing.

Then Harry swiped his tongue across my clit.

I screamed as I came – hard.  My fingernails made half-moon indentations in the wood and it took all my effort not to grip Harry’s head with my thighs.  He continued to lap me up like a cat drinking from it’s saucer and I writhed in pleasure.

“Bloody hell,” Ron muttered, then let loose a guttural groan, coming inside Harry.  Harry did his best to continue, but as Ron drove in hard, he had to stop.

The silence between us was only broken by my whimpers and Ron’s moans.  Finally, Ron was spent and collapsed onto the bed next to Harry.

I opened my eyes to find Harry, still on his hands and knees, staring at me.  I licked my lips and his breath hissed between his teeth in frustrated reaction.

In one move, I slid down the bed until I was underneath Harry, my left leg brushing Ron’s torso.  Wrapping my arms around Harry’s shoulders and hooking my ankles around his waist, I growled, “Fuck me.”