Triangle

The next morning, Ron woke up to find that Marissa had already gone. He got up and threw on a t-shirt and some boxers before heading into the kitchen for some cereal. He poured the bowl and sat down at the dining room table and munched on it. Then came two hushed voices.

"Okay, um, let's just...let's not tell him, okay?" Hermione whispered.

"No, definitely not."

"So, um, yes, let's just...go have breakfast."

They entered the dining room and stopped dead when they saw Ron.

"Tell who what?" Ron asked.

"Um, nothing."

Harry and Hermione kept shooting each other nervous glances.

"Okaaaaaaaaay, whatever."

"Where's Marissa?" Harry asked.

"She left early."

"I thought you said you weren't going to see her again," Hermione said.

"Took your advice. Decided maybe it is time for me to settle down...find a girlfriend or something."

"Oh."

"Hey, what's with the getup?" Ron asked, motioning to Hermione's clothes.

She'd thrown the t-shirt and shorts back on.

"What do you mean?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

"You've only came in here in your PJs once, and now you're nearly naked. And is that my t-shirt?"

"Yeah, um, you know, yesterday was laundry day and I didn't have any clean pajamas."

"You're wearing those boy-shorts girlie underwear," Ron observed.

"I didn't have any normal underwear clean."

"I can see right through that shirt. You're not wearing a bra."

"I didn't have any clean bras, either. What is this, the Spanish Inquisition of my fashion sense?"

"No, sorry," Ron set his spoon down. "I'm going to go take a quick shower."

"Okay," Harry and Hermione said. Ron stood and disappeared down the hallway.

When they heard the bathroom door close, Hermione said, "Oh, what are we going to do?"

"Nothing."

"Harry, we had sex. This is a big deal!"

"Hermione, it was just sex. We got caught up in the moment. It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, yeah...caught up in the moment. We just...I was just upset about Ron and Marissa and you..."

"I was just comforting you."

"Yeah, that's it."

Hermione smiled, but the smile faded quickly and she buried her face in her hands. "He's dating her, Harry. He's dating her! I'll never get him now."

"Look, it won't work out. You met her. She's just not...the kind of girl a bloke has a long-term relationship with."

"She's everything I'm not. She's pretty, she's sexy, she's easy..." Hermione sighed.

"First off, since when is being easy a good thing?"

"Tell that to Ron."

Harry ignored that. "Secondly, you're gorgeous! And you're definitely sexy."

"What? Come off it, Harry."

"No, I'm serious. You give me a hard-on sometimes. Just the way you move...it exudes sexiness. And last night, in those tight little shorts, and that shirt, and the way it stretched across your chest, and the fact that I could see right through it, and my God, Hermione, never EVER hide those legs again, because they're gorgeous..." he rambled on.

"Harry? Do you...do you...like me?"

"No, I just uh...appreciate beauty?" He said, sounding embarrassed.

Hermione stared at him. "Wow. I had no idea."

"Yeah, well..." Harry stared down at the ground.

Hermione leaned over and gently captured his lips with her own.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!" Ron appeared in the hallway wet and wearing only a towel, and stared at them, agape.

"Oh, God, Ron...this isn't...I mean, it is...but I..." Hermione was at a loss for words.

"Well...uh..." Ron took a few deep breaths and seemed to calm down. "I've gotta go get dressed. Work. And uh, I have a date with Marissa again tonight. Don't wait up."

He turned and entered his and Harry's bedroom and shut the door quietly.

Harry sighed. "Shit. I didn't want him to find out like that."

"I've gotta go get dressed," Hermione said awkwardly and went into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Harry waited a few moments until he heard the telltale pop of Ron Disapparating, then entered his bedroom to get dressed.

SCENE CHANGE

That evening, Ron came home late again, bringing Marissa with him. They disappeared into his and Harry's bedroom. One would think that Harry would be getting tired of being thrown out of his bedroom, but that wasn't an issue.

As soon as Hermione came home, Harry had kissed her and told her that he liked her and wanted to date her. She'd smiled and agreed that maybe they could try to work it out, and before either of them knew what was happening, they found themselves in Hermione's bed.

It was a great arrangement, really. All three of the roommates got laid, and they all got to sleep in comfortable beds. What more could three eighteen year olds want?

SCENE CHANGE

Six months later, Marissa was practically living in their apartment. Her things were on the bathroom sink and she had so many clothes there that she actually took a turn doing laundry. She stayed there so often, in fact, that the post owls automatically brought her mail to their apartment, even on the rare occasion when she had actually went to her home for the night.

Harry had given up all pretence of sharing the bedroom with Ron. He'd given up on ever sleeping in there again and moved all his things into Hermione's room. They were dating now, and though Hermione still carried a torch for Ron (though she'd never admit it) she was quite happy with things. She quite liked waking up snuggled against Harry's side. She loved the way he snored every so lightly, just enough to make her laugh.

Hermione was so happy, in fact, that she'd warmed up to Marissa. The two would often be found chatting over breakfast. Harry and Ron would always ask "What the bloody hell are you two going on about?" and the girls would, invariably shake their heads and mutter, "Men!" then burst out laughing. Once Hermione had gotten to know Marissa, she discovered that the girl was quite lovely, and in fact, they shared many common interests. For instance, they both loved the Muggle cinema and sometimes went to see what Harry and Ron deemed "chick flicks" together. Curiously, whenever they left, they'd take a box of tissues with them. Ron couldn't see the point of purposefully watching something meant to make a person sad, but again, the girls just laughed and said, "MEN!"

Everything was going along quite swimmingly until the night that everything came crashing down...literally.

Ron and Marissa were having a fight. This was no ordinary fight, though. This had gotten out of hand. They were both so angry that their magic was causing mayhem, though neither of them had their wands drawn.

As Harry dived three feet to the left to avoid one of Hermione's bookshelves from hitting him over the head, he told her, "Something like this happened to me once back in third year. Watch out!" He pulled her to safety just in time; the telly fell over and crashed into a million pieces in the exact spot she'd been in only moments before.

"YOU BASTARD!" Marissa yelled. "You're always talking about that bitch!" she pointed at Hermione.

"Hey!" Hermione said sounding offended. "I thought we were friends."

"Oh, fuck off, Miss Priss," Marissa snapped. "It's called trying to be civil to your boyfriend's friends. I can't stand you!"

Hermione gasped and buried her head in Harry's shoulder.

"STOP TALKING ABOUT HER LIKE THAT! AND I DON'T ALWAYS TALK ABOUT HER!" Ron yelled.

"Yes, you do! It's always, 'Hermione said this,' 'Hermione done that,' 'Hermione's so great,' 'Hermione's so special.' DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO CONSTANTLY BE COMPARED TO SOMEONE!"

"Of course I bloody well do! You think I don't know about that? You've met my family!"

"Well, if you hate it so much, then you should know not to do it to me!"

"I DON'T do it to you!"

"Yes, you do! What are you, in love with her or something?"

Ron looked down at the ground. Suddenly everything stopped crashing.

"Oh, God, you do. I was just joking, but...you're in love with her, aren't you?"

Ron still didn't answer.

"I'll be back to get my things later," Marissa said in an oddly calm voice. With a crack, she Disapparated.

Hermione glanced at Harry.

"Go for it," he whispered, sounding sad.

"Come with me."

"What?"

She stood and took Harry's hand, and slowly the two of them walked to where Ron stood, still staring at the ground.

"Ron?" she asked timidly.

"I'll clean this up later," he said in a strangled voice.

"Ron," she said more firmly.

Ron finally looked up and met her eyes.

"Do you love me?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Ron whispered, "Yes. I'm sorry."

Hermione leaned over and kissed Ron passionately, still holding Harry's hand.

Ron pulled away and looked nervously at Harry. "Are you...okay with this?"

"I told her to go for it," Harry sighed. "I know how she feels about you."

"And I told him to come with me, because he knows how I feel about him, as well."

"What do you mean, 'come with' you?" Ron and Harry asked.

"I mean this," Hermione said and took each of their hands. She slowly moved the two hands together and placed Ron's in Harry's. She then took Ron's remaining hand in her left and Harry's remaining hand in her right. "We're a triangle. We don't need anyone else. We should be together."

"But which of us do you want to be with?" Harry said.

"No, you're not understanding. I want the three of us to be together. Like...like a couple."

"You mean...the three of us..." Ron began.

"...together..." Harry continued.

"...at the same time?" Ron finished.

"Yes."

"But...but..." Ron stammered.

"How would that work...exactly?" Harry asked.

"We'll figure it out," Hermione shrugged.

"I...I need to think about this," Harry said and let go of both of their hands.

"Yeah, me too. I don't know if I could ever...with a bloke..." Ron said.

"Fine, take all the time you need," Hermione said.

"'Kay..." Harry said and looked away.

"I'm just gonna...clean..." Ron said and motioned to the disaster that was their living room.

"We'll help," Hermione said and pulled out her wand.

The three of them started moving furniture back where it belonged and cleaning up messes.

When they'd finished, the room didn't look as good as it once had, but at least there were no more wood splinters in the carpet.

The three of them collapsed tiredly on the couch. Without realizing it, they'd sat down in perfect order: Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

Ron noticed first and jumped up. "Uh, gotta go...um...lie down. Bit tired...must dash..." and ran into his bedroom, slamming the door shut.

"Me, too," Harry said and dashed off into the bathroom.

Hermione stared at the telly for a moment, then shrugged and turned it on.

SCENE CHANGE

That night, Hermione was fed up with the silence. Harry was sitting in front of the telly, but not really watching it, Ron was curled up in Hermione's library corner pretending to read a book about wand maintenance, and she was sitting in the chair next to the couch, staring back and forth between the two. She decided it was time to take matters into her own hands.

She went into her bedroom and threw on the same short-shorts underwear that Harry had told her to wear so long ago. She took off her bra and tossed it aside and grabbed on of Harry's T-shirts. It was pale-blue and sort of see-through, but when she put it on, it became even more so. Because Harry was so skinny and scrawny, his shirts were MUCH smaller than Ron's. When she pulled his shirt on, it stretched tightly across her breasts and in doing so, the stretching made the shirt more see through. Not only was it tight across the chest, but it was much shorter, with the bottom of the shirt stopping just above the top of her underwear. She then sauntered back into the living room and grabbed Ron's hand, dragging him over to the couch. She sat down next to Harry, pulling Ron down on the other side of herself.

"Let's all watch TV together, huh?" she said cheerfully. After a moment's pause, she said, "So, have you two thought about what I said?"

"Uh...Harry said. He couldn't take his eyes off of her legs. They were so smooth and silky and he just wanted to...God! She knew he was staring and spread her legs just ever-so-slightly and...oh, Lord. "Some, actually."

"And you, Ron?"

Ron was staring at her breasts and didn't seem to notice that she'd asked him a question.

"Hello? Ron?"

"Huh?" Ron said, snapping out of his revelry. "Oh, right...I mean, God, I have no problem being with you, but...being with a bloke?"

"You'll get used to it," she shrugged.

"I don't know."

"Can't you just give it a try?"

Ron met Harry's eyes and they both nodded.

At that point, Ron would've done anything just to get that shirt off of Hermione, even if he had to be with a bloke as well.

"Good," Hermione smiled.

There was a huge pause, in which nothing happened. Hermione sighed, grabbed Ron's and Harry's hand, and moved Harry's down to her knee and Ron's to her chest.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Harry smiled and started to run his hand up the oh-so familiar creamy white thigh of his girlfriend and she shivered at the touch.

For Ron, however, none of this was familiar. He had never been with Hermione before, and everything was new and exciting. He couldn't help but remember the days when he didn't even think of Hermione as a girl as he ran his hand down the plane of her stomach. He glanced at her for a moment and then leaned over and kissed at her neck, alternating sucking, biting, and licking. She gave a soft moan, encouraging him to go further, but just as he reached down to lift her shirt...

"Stop," she breathed. Both Harry and Ron pulled away from her, looking puzzled. "You have to pay attention to each other, too."

"What?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and took each of their hands. (Why did she always have to do this?) She placed Harry's hand on Ron's chest and Ron's hand on Harry's. "Touch each other," she said in a shaky voice.

Ron and Harry glanced at each other. "What do I do?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, this is different than being with a girl, there's no boobs to grab," Harry said.

"Okay," Hermione said, realizing this would be more difficult than she thought. "We'll start slow. Both of you, take off your shirts."

Ron and Harry obliged, then Hermione pulled her own off. Ron almost fainted. How did she hide breasts like that? No wonder she always wore those horrible, over-sized sweaters.

"Now, touch each other's chests. Look at me if you have to. That might make this easier."

Ron continued to stare at her chest. If he didn't think about it, he could pretend that Harry's chest was actually Hermione's, and if he just did to Harry what he wanted to do to her...yes. He ran his hand down the middle of Harry's chest all the way down to the zipper on Harry's pants. Slowly, keeping his eye on Hermione, Ron started to undo the zipper.

Harry paused in shock as he watched his best mate start unzipping his pants. This was so weird. Harry wanted to back out, and he almost said so, until...Oh, God. Ron had put his hand down Harry's pants and was gripping Harry's erection and OH MY LORD, Ron knew exactly what to do to get a guy going. Through panted breaths, Harry said, "If you wank like that, I see no reason to ever have sex with anyone else."

Ron grunted and stopped. "Damn it, Harry, don't talk."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"You're ruining the illusion. As long as you keep your mouth shut, I can trick my brain into thinking that I'm touching Hermione, so shush!"

Harry kept quiet after that.

Hermione locked eyes with Ron and the two of them stared at each other and Ron slowly stroked Harry. Harry was moaning loudly, but he seemed to be the only one enjoying himself.

"Okay, stop. Hang on. We need to get undressed completely."

Sure, as if this situation weren't awkward enough, the only possible solution was to get rid of even MORE of their clothes.

Harry and Ron did as they were told though, and soon the three of them were standing around completely naked.

"Maybe we should go to the bedroom."

"Okay," they both responded.

They went into Ron's room and pushed his bed together with what used to be Harry's creating one giant bed.

"Okay, let's do this a little differently. Harry, get on my right, and Ron, you get on my left."

The boys did as they were told.

"Harry, I want you to do whatever you want to me, but only from the waist down. Ron, you take the top half."

"And what are you going to be going?" Ron asked.

"You'll see." When Harry and Ron lay down next to her, Harry reached over and ran his hands along her inner thigh. Ron cupped her breast, massaging it gently, and tweaking it ever-so softly. Hermione took each of them in hand at the same time.

"Oh, God."

"Now, let's try this," she said and continued to stroke each of them.

Harry, Ron discovered, moaned louder than anyone he'd ever heard. Ron preferred to stay quiet during sex. Well, maybe "preferred" wasn't exactly the correct term. It had been more of a neccessity, with all those people in his house growing up.

Harry did something to Hermione that made her gasp, her hands faltering for only a moment. Then she started stroking faster. Harry took her cue and sped up his ministrations, while Ron leaned over and kissed her, letting his tongue run freely in her mouth.

Harry came first with a loud moan, and Hermione followed. Ron still hadn't though, so Hermione took him in her mouth to finish the job. When he had came, she lay back down between the two boys.

"There, now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Ron and Harry shook their heads. Indeed, that had been quite fun.