When Harry stepped into the floo, Hermione could hear footsteps coming down the stairs.
If she was a normal girlfriend, there would have been panicked attempts to hide what had just occurred. Of course, that was nowhere close to reality, so Hermione leisurely relaxed on the couch. Utterly unconcerned about Ron seeing her in her current state.
After all, there was a decent chance her boyfriend was listening to Harry pound her tight little pussy into submission. Their friend certainly wasn't trying to hide that he was fucking Hermione like she was a Knockturn whore. Neither was she, to be honest. Hermione knew her screams could be heard in every room of the house.
When Ron appeared at the bottom of the stairs and just stared at her, Hermione decided to tease him a little.
"Ron," Hermione said with a moan, "Did you hear what Harry said?"
She spread her legs, making her cum-filled pussy empty the seed inside faster onto the upholstery. "About what he's going to do to me? To us?"
Ron didn't say a word as he walked closer to Hermione. He had seen her in a similarly wrecked state many times before, but this time was different. This time, Ron had listened to Harry fuck his girl and treat her like the whore she was. It wasn't the first time he had eavesdropped, but the last time, Harry had only used Hermione's throat, not her tight little pussy.
"Nothing to say, Ron? Did you change your mind about what we talked about while you listened to me begging for Harry's seed? Maybe you want your best friend to impregnate me?"
Ron stared at Hermione's abused pussy, knowing it was stretched loose from the pounding it had just experienced. It wouldn't last long in that state. The past experience taught Ron that her cunt would recover in less than an hour and lock the remaining seed inside. If Hermione didn't empty her womb of the cum Harry had dumped inside, there really might be a minuscule chance that she might carry his mate's baby.
Hermione smirked when Ron unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock.
"You wanted this. You asked Harry to do it," Ron didn't take his eyes off Hermione's dripping pussy, "Why?"
Hermione didn't answer immediately as she wondered why herself. She had no desire to do anything that Ron wasn't on board with, so it must be the low probability that was fueling her impulse. While neither Hermione nor Ron wanted an actual pregnancy, that didn't mean they weren't turned on by the thought of it.
"Do you want me to stop? I already told Harry it was just wordplay. I don't really want to get his baby fucked in me."
Ron believed that. He really did, but when Hermione started to circle her clit with her fingers as she talked about getting Harry's baby fucked into her, he couldn't help but have some doubt. He wasn't aware that he was stroking his shaft faster after Hermione said that.
"Then why did I hear Harry say he was going to make it happen," Ron's cock was leaking precum, "And why did I hear you say you wanted to carry his bastard?"
Hermione moaned in reply and closed her eyes, thinking back to that moment. Remembering the feeling of Harry's cock slamming into the back of her womb and sensing his magic try, and fail, to break the contraceptive charm. Hermione shuddered as she realized that if Harry was successful, she really would be carrying a Potter bastard.
"You whore!" Ron grunted when Hermione seemed to experience a small orgasm. That was the trigger for him to spew his load.
"Fuck!" Ron's hand slammed into the base of his cock, his red tip forming a bead of white cum before three ropes flew out and splattered on Hermione's thigh.
"Ron!" Hermione was broken from her fantasy at feeling something warm fall on her leg, "That's disgusting!"
Ron hadn't stopped masturbating, beating his shaft through its soreness as he tried to wring out another load from his balls.
"Honestly," Hermione sighed, "You know I don't like the feeling of cum on my body."
"What?" Ron gasped as his legs started wobbling, "How come Harry gets to do that to you but I can't!"
Hermione looked at Ron like he was stupid. "Harry isn't my boyfriend, Ronald. You are. If you can't tell, I'm his best friend, and with what's been happening recently, his slut. He doesn't need to worry about my preferences like you do."
Ron gaped at Hermione while keeping up his speed with tugging on his cock. From what he could understand while trying to make himself cum again, Hermione was saying that since she was Ron's girlfriend, there were some things that she wouldn't do with him, and he had to respect that since he had to care about her feelings. As for Harry, he had free reign over her body.
Ron had never heard such bullshit before.
"Fuck all of that!" Ron yelled as he felt himself cumming again. To spite Hermione's ridiculous reasoning, he would cum on her again.
With a low whimper, Ron was able to squeeze out another cumshot out of his sore cock. Unfortunately, this one didn't come anywhere close to Hermione. The weak dribbles of cum slowly dripped out of his tip and ran over his fingers before falling to the floor.
"Ron!" Hermione yelped before she winced as she shifted to stand up, "That's it! Next time I fuck Harry, I'll clean up before coming back home!"
Hermione cursed softly with every step she took up the stairs. It was a common consequence of Harry fucking her bowlegged, but she had forgotten her wand upstairs. Without numbing her soreness, it significantly diminished her image while giving Ron his punishment.
Not that Ron saw it like that, anyway. If he couldn't see the evidence of what Harry had done to Hermione, he would just imagine it. All he had to know was that it had happened.
Ron groaned when his cock hardened again as he stared at Hermione struggling up the stairs. All he could think was that his mate treated his whorish girlfriend like she deserved.
"And get ready, Ron! We have to go to the game!" Hermione yelled from the top of the stairs.
Ron had forgotten about the tickets Ginny had got for them. They were box seats only VIPs could hope to see in their lives, even if it was for the Chudley Cannons. The team wasn't as terrible as when he was in school, but they were still the league's bottom feeders.
That was beside the point. The team gladly gave Ginny four tickets when they learned who it was for. Ron knew that his sister despised the team and only got them as a gift for him, so it wouldn't be a common occurrence. It had been marked on the calendar, so why did he forget about it?
It was obviously the insane events that happened recently. A quidditch game was the last thing Ron would think of.
That resulted in this awkward situation.
Ron and Hermione flooed over to Potter Manor so they could go to the game together via portkey. While Hermione had wandered off with Ginny to talk about which scarf looked best on them, he had been left with Harry.
Surprisingly, Harry looked more uncomfortable than Ron did.
"You can punch me, you know," Harry suddenly spoke up, "I deserve it."
Ron blinked, almost surprised that either could get a word out. "Why? Because you did what we asked you to?"
"Ron, you must know by now that's not the only reason I'm doing this." Harry wasn't sure what he was pushing this. He was happy with how things were going and certainly didn't feel this guilty with Arthur.
"That makes everything even better," Ron blurted out, stopping Harry's confused thoughts.
"I don't get it," Harry threw his hands up, "Why? Why do all this when you and Hermione were happy?"
Ron laughed at hearing the frustration in Harry's voice. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that Harry was unhappy about it, which wasn't even close to the truth.
"You're right. We were happy," Ron grinned, losing the awkwardness he felt at the beginning, "But we're even happier now."
Harry stared at Ron suspiciously, wondering if his friend was trying to fool himself into believing it.
"You're happy that…." Harry glanced where his fiancee and best friend had disappeared and whispered, "That I'm fucking Hermione?"
"Fuck yes," Ron said without hesitation, "If you don't believe me, the next time you do it, I'll stay in the room to watch."
Harry stepped back, wondering how the hell that was supposed to convince him. That was until Harry saw the naked desire in Ron's eyes like he was already imagining Hermione getting plowed in front of him.
"… Fucking mental, you are," Harry muttered.
Ron crossed his arms, openly showing his amusement at the situation. He had thought that Harry would throw the fact that he was nailing Hermione in his face, especially with what Ron had heard during their tryst. However, it seemed like Harry was more concerned about why this was happening than anything else. Ron wasn't sure if this was an act to make him feel more open to letting this happen, but he never intended to stop it in the first place.
"So I guess you don't want to do that?" Ron pushed, "I understand if you want to stop."
"Are you joking, mate?" Harry said incredulously, "You think I'd willingly give up Hermione after I had a taste of her?"
Ron had to hold back the urge to palm his cock, not wanting to seem even more degenerate. "So I can watch then?"
"Er, yeah, I guess?" Harry wasn't sure what he felt about having a voyeur, "But I'm not interested in double teaming her. You and Hermione can have your fun after I'm done."
"That works. I'm not interested in that either," Ron agreed. However, he doubted either he or Hermione would do much of anything after Harry left. Ron's cock would be thoroughly spent, and Hermione would be fucked out of her mind. What could they do in that state?
"So, uh, do we shake on it?"
Ron snickered as he held out a hand, fully laughing when Harry took it and shook his hand. He wondered what Hermione would think when she learned how they settled on the deal.
"This is still strange as all hell, mate. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I don't like it, but you and Hermione have odd likes."
Ron didn't deny that, but he didn't think Harry was much better. Especially with what he had heard when Harry was fucking Hermione's face. Ron knew his mother's name was said in a way that clearly implied that she was involved with Harry. However, he didn't think he was ready to hear the truth.
"If you say so, Harry," Ron shrugged, "So, I guess we're alright, then?"
Harry raised an eyebrow and said, "That should be something I should be asking, but yeah, we are."
"What are you two doing?"
Harry and Ron turned to see Hermione staring at them with a frown.
"Nothing."
"We're shaking on what will happen the next time you get shagged by Harry."
Harry and Hermione stared at Ron like he was a moron, but the redhead was unrepentant.
"What? Are we really going to pretend this isn't a thing?"
"… Ronald, I think you need more than the small punishment I gave you," Hermione glared as a red flush appeared on her face. She could be a raging slut for Harry, but Hermione preferred to stay her proper self when she wasn't having sex.
Ron shrugged, figuring that whatever this punishment was, it would only turn him on even more.
"I'm ready to go," Ginny said as she walked toward them with the boot that would act as the portkey. When she saw Harry shifting in his spot while her brother looked far too pleased, Ginny debated satisfying her curiosity about the situation but decided it wasn't worth it. She wasn't a fan of knowing her brother's sex life, or lack thereof, these days.
"So happy to meet you, Mr. Weasley! Ms. Granger!" A portly man blabbered as he played with the brim of his top hat, "It's an honor!"
"The pleasure's all ours, Mr. Grey," Hermione took over when she saw the scowl on Ron's face, "We've been delighted by your journalism, haven't we, Ron?"
"Yeah, it's great," Ron grunted unhappily, not that it reduced the reporter's excitement. He didn't know who this man was.
Ron blanked out as Hermione chatted with the man and looked around the private box. Though, he wasn't sure what was private about this. It seemed like a smaller-scale version of Ginny's engagement party.
Reporters, politicians, foreign dignitaries, and Merlin knows who else had shown up… to a Chudley Cannon game. Ron should have known this would happen when they got free tickets. It wouldn't have been as bad if everyone had the decency to only bother Harry and leave him alone so he could watch the game.
"We'll get back to you on that, Mr. Grey," Hermione said before walking away from the conversation. Ron almost cried in relief when they were able to get to their seats without anyone stopping them. He could at least watch the last part of the game.
"Why were you talking to him for that long?" Ron became even more surly when the Cannons somehow gave up three goals in rapid succession.
"He's a reporter. You know we have to keep them on our good side. Another Rita situation would be terrible."
"I guess," Ron said reluctantly, knowing he was being ridiculous. Fame was fun and all, but it certainly had its downsides.
When the game was almost finished, Harry finally took his seat with a sigh. "Ginny didn't tell me that this would be a meet-and-greet."
"She's been doing this 'networking' thing far too much," Ron groused.
"She is," Harry said with a shrug, "But you have to admire what Ginny's doing for the family."
Ron nodded slightly, aware that most of the fortune falling on the Weasley family was due to his sister's efforts. He was even about to lessen the blame he put on her for ruining the game, but that was before he saw someone walking toward them.
"What in bloody hell is Malfoy doing here?"
Harry blinked at the vitriol he heard in Ron's voice and followed his gaze to see two blondes staring at them.