Troubled Trio

When Hermione returned from the bathroom, she was shocked to see Harry still sitting on her bed. He usually left after he hit her. Unless he wanted to...

"Come here," Harry said without even turning around to look at her. It was like he always knows where she was. "Lay down on the bed."

"Harry, I don't feel like..." her voice trailed off because she noticed how crazy Harry's eyes were when he finally did turn around.

"If you cooperate it won't be as bad. If might actually be fun for you. Just lay on the bed... that's right... put one arm here and the other there... good... spread your legs... very good"

"Harry do we have to use the ropes this time?" Hermione was now lying on her four poster with each arm and leg near a pole.

"Oh, come on Hermione. Its fun," Harry was saying as he did a few binding charms. Then he charmed away her clothes.

Having sex with Harry was very... interesting. He was always on top and there wasn’t much foreplay. It wasn’t "wham, bam, thank you ma’am" but he was no Don Juan. Usually he untied Hermione so she could... help. Today, however, he kept her tied down. Tears came to Hermione’s eyes. The pain wasn’t pleasurable pain as it had been the first time. She tried to remember that time. It was summer and Harry was visiting her house. They were about to leave to go over to the Weasleys’ when Harry pulled Hermione aside. He told her that he loved her and that nothing could take her away from him. Nothing or no one. Then they kissed. Soon it became more than their usual make-out session. Harry began to unbutton Hermione’s blouse and slip his hands inside. She remembered moaning in pleasure. Then Harry pulled his own shirt off and soon their bodies were pressing up against each other. Slowly, Harry pulled her to the floor and unsnapped her bra. Hermione wished that she could live forever in that day. But she couldn’t. Here she was, strapped to a bed while her boyfriend fucked her over and over and over again.

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"Ronald, someone is here to see you. I didn’t want to let them in but they insist on it," Madame Pomfrey was saying and she gently shook Ron awake.

Lavender Brown walked in. She gasped when she saw Ron’s bruised face. "Oh! Ron! Are you ok? I heard you fell down the stairs. Are you feeling alright? Professor Trelawney said that something awful was going to happen to ‘one I loved.’ Oh Ron, I was so scared. I thought you were seriously hurt."

"Lavender," Ron said quietly. "Lavender, calm down."

"Oh Ron, I heard a horrible rumor," Lavender’s worried expression turned into despair. She began to sob quietly.

"What rumor? Don’t cry. It can’t be that bad."

"He said... he said... he said Harry..."

"What about Harry? Who said it? What did they say?" Now it was Ron’s turn to be worried.

"Malfoy said that Harry beat you up. He said that Harry said something about you and Hermione. Oh Ron. I don’t know what I’d do if the rumor was true. You leaving me for Hermione. But that's silly. Isn’t it silly?"

"Well... Lavender I guess I ought to tell you--"

"WHAT!" Lavender screamed. Realizing that she was in a room full of sleeping sick people, she quieted down. "How could you? We were supposed to be ‘together forever!’ Don’t you remember Ron? I gave you my virginity and you run off with THAT bushy haired book worm! The stars said that I would be experiencing heart-ache. The one time that I didn’t believe them. I could have been ready for it. Parvati thought you were looking at Hermione strange during Potions but I told her you were probably just day dreaming. I was so stupid!"

As Lavender raved on about this, Ron drifted in and out of sleep. Without her even noticing. Of course, that happened a lot with Lavender. She was pretty self obsessed. And a drama queen to boot. She didn’t exaggerate EVERYTHING. They *were* supposed to get married. The Browns and the Weasleys had practically started the wedding arrangements.

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Hermione sat on her bed crying. Harry had left about an hour ago. He said he wanted to go flying. Hermione had always wondered why she was so lucky to have the Boy Who Lived as her boyfriend. Why was she so lucky. He always told her she was lucky but she never really listened. Newspapers had her listed as one of the luckiest witches alive. If she was so lucky and everyone wanted to be her, why did she want to be someone else?

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Ginny loved to take walks along the Quidditch field. It was full of memories. There was the spot that she and Harry stood while Colin took their picture. There was the spot where she always stood while watching Harry play Quidditch. There was the spot that she had first had sex with Harry. There was the spot that he told her not to tell anyone. There was the spot that she had sex with Harry again. There was the spot that Harry had told her he was breaking up with Hermione so that they could be together. Yes, so many memories.

"Hello, Ginny," a voice said behind her. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Harry! I heard some wonderful things. People said that Hermione left you for Ron. That means we can finally be together. Harry, isn’t this terrific?"

"Ginny," Harry smiled sweetly at her. "She didn’t break up with me. We can still be together, though. Just not publicly. What do you say Ginny?"

"I suppose. But we have to tell people sooner or later."

"It’s a tough time for Hermione now, I don’t think that she can take it."

"Ok. Later rather than sooner. But I won’t have sex with you again until you break up with her."

Harry’s smile faded. He began pacing back and forth sputtering random words. Finally he collected himself, "Why? I’m going to break up with her but just not now. We can have still have sex."

"Harry, it’s wrong. I can’t hurt Hermione anymore. She’s my only friend. Stop smiling at me like that. Harry your scaring me."

"Ginny, your so naive. I will have sex with you whether your conscious or not. Put your wand away. Expelliarmus. Now, will you cooperate? Good..."