It took them a good ten minutes to return to the bench where they‘d left Ron.  Hermione was delighted and Harry amused to find him engrossed in one of the book Hermione had purchased earlier.

Neither Harry nor Hermione said anything, just stared at him.  After a few minutes, Ron looked up and smiled sheepishly at them.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, tucking the book back into one of the bags.

Hermione merely smiled and began walking away, expecting the boys to follow.

Harry chuckled.  And we do, like dogs in heat.

“What‘s up with her?” Ron asked, disgruntled, as he picked the bags up, passing half to Harry.

“I think she‘s got an itch to scratch,” Harry replied, watching the way she swayed her hips.

Ron gave him an assessing look.  Harry could read on Ron‘s face that he wasn‘t sure whether to be amused, insulted or jealous by his conclusion.

“What did she do?” Ron finally asked.

Harry took a quick look around before answering, “Sucked me off in the dressing room.”

The infamous Weasley blush crept up Ron‘s fair cheeks.  The look on his face didn‘t help abate Harry‘s arousal.

“She did what?”  Ron‘s voice rose with the last word, astonishment overlying it all.

Harry flashed a grin.  “You heard me,” he answered.  Harry stopped, set down one set of bags and motioned for Ron to step closer.

Ron looked at him warily.  He‘d been on Hermione‘s hit list earlier in the day, he didn‘t want a reason to be put back on it.

Harry grabbed him into a near-hug when Ron was close enough.  He placed one hand low on Ron‘s back, nearly underneath the waistband of his trousers, and the other on the side of Ron‘s head, tilting it so Harry could whisper in his ear.

Harry swiped his tongue along the shell of Ron‘s ear, making Ron shiver, before saying in a low growl, “She was wearing a cherry red lacy thing while she sucked me dry.  Then she stood and licked her lips.  She looked like a whore and behaved like one – on purpose.”  Then he nipped Ron‘s earlobe, making him shudder.

Ron turned his head enough to look Harry in the eye.   “No way.  Really?”  Harry nodded.  “Shit.”

Wickedly, Harry added, “She said it was my reward for being a good boy.”

Mischievousness suddenly lit Ron‘s eyes.  It was expressions like that on Ron‘s face that reminded Harry that he was related to Fred and George.

“If that was your reward for being a good boy, I wonder what she‘d give me for being bad.”

Harry had to bite his lip – which was now sore from the number of times he‘d bit it in that dressing room – to keep from moaning.  Ron let a smile curve one side of his mouth and placed a quick kiss on Harry‘s mouth.

Ron disentangled himself from Harry, grabbed his portion of the bags, then hurried after Hermione.  Harry hurried behind Ron, but stayed behind the two, watching.

The idea of Ron being bad had sent lust surging through him again.  He was hard as a rock.

Ron passed Hermione, then began walking backward in front of her.  She stopped and shoved her hands down on her hips, and heaved an exasperated sigh.

“What do you want, Ron?” she said coolly.

Ron gave Harry a questioning look over Hermione‘s shoulder.  Harry shrugged.  He didn‘t know what was going through Hermione‘s mind.  And, if he were honest with himself, he didn‘t particularly care.

“I just thought...er...that...” he stammered as he shuffled his feet.

“Thought what, Ron?”

Harry couldn‘t help but smile, rocking on his heels, watching the proceedings amusedly.

Ron suddenly got a backbone and answered directly.  “You got Harry off, so I thought you‘d get me off.”

Hermione nodded shortly.  She shifted her weight to one side and began tapping her free foot.  She said nothing.

People passed on either side of the trio, parting like they were a large rock in the stream.  A few passers-by tossed questioning looks at them, but none stayed and stared.

Ron set his bags down and continued challenging Hermione.

After another minute, Hermione relaxed her stance and turned to Harry.  Still without a word, she leapt into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Startled, Harry dropped his bags and grabbed her arse to hold her.  She wrapped herself around him, grabbing his head and devouring his mouth.  He thought he might lose his mind when she began riding him, rubbing herself against his fly.

“Hermione,” Ron said warningly.  Now people were stopping and staring at their small group.

She pulled her mouth off Harry‘s and looked over her shoulder at Ron.

“I‘m more than you can afford, boy,” she said, then returned to snogging Harry senseless.

Only the stamina required for Quidditch kept Harry upright with Hermione draped over him, locked together at the lips.  He kneaded her arse as she continued to rub against his erection.  The rest of the world was entirely silent to him – he was caught up in the woman driving him mad.

Ron leaned over Hermione’s shoulder, pressing himself against her back, and whispered harshly in her ear, “I think you‘ll find I can afford quite a bit.”

Hermione pulled her mouth off Harry and, slightly breathless, retorted, “You‘ll have to negotiate with this bloke.  He‘s bought me for the whole night.”  She gingerly released Harry, dropping her legs back to the ground.

Harry swayed slightly at the loss of weight – and at the shocking amount of blood being diverted to his groin.

Ron shifted to a challenging stance, feet braced apart as if ready for a fight.  Tipping his head to once side, he assessed Harry.  “You really think you‘ll keep her busy all night?”

Harry, while still surprised at Hermione‘s aggressiveness, was enjoying himself.  He took two steps toward Ron, standing well within his personal space.  Any other time, this would be a prelude to a heavy petting session.

In a low voice only Ron could hear, Harry said, “If not with my cock, then with my tongue.”

A small whimper escaped Ron before he turned his attention back to Hermione.  “What if we both paid your fee?”

Hermione‘s eyes narrowed calculatingly.  “You‘d both be willing to pay full price and share?”  Ron nodded eagerly, Harry more slowly.

This was going to be interesting.

“Then follow me,” she said, beckoning to them.

Quickly, they retrieved her earlier purchases and followed.  Again.

“Does it seem like we‘re always following her?” Ron asked quietly.

Harry watched Hermione‘s hips sway invitingly – again – and replied, “Yes, but it‘s worth it, don‘t you think?”