Ron’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, as his body gave a jerk, coming into Harry’s waiting hand.
Harry grinned at Ron, who was sporting a small blush. He always blushed when he came, even now, five years after he and Harry started to date. Though Harry was the same way; he too was blushing madly, as he looked down at his hand, slick with Ron’s essence.
“You get more sensitive every time we do that.” Harry said, bringing a dripping finger up to his mouth. Staring Ron deeply in the eyes, Harry licked his finger clean.
Ron’s blush grew, and so did his previous spent member. Harry noticed this, starting to snicker, as he cleaned off the rest of his hand.
“You’re so easy to arouse.”
“Oh.” Ron raised an eyebrow. “And you’re not?”
Harry shrugged.
“You are.” Ron snickered. “Picture this. . .”
“Twin brothers; mine in fact. . .” Ron smirked, seeing he had Harry’s interest.
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“Fred!” George yelled, in what he hoped was a quiet enough voice not to wake the others in the house. He hoped, but he didn’t get what he hoped. Ron set up in his bed, glaring at the wall that separated his room from his twin brothers.
“Oh, shh, George, we really shouldn’t do this here.” Ron could hear Fred moan. Ron raised an eyebrow, slipping out of his bed. What in the world was his brothers doing? He was only thirteen; he’d been ‘dating’ Harry for one year, but so far Ron and Harry didn’t even venture toward ‘that’ sort of relationship. They were way too young, and were just happy to be in each others presence.
As silently as he could Ron padded out of his bed room, going to Fred and George’s door. He put his ear to their door, listening.
“Ah!” Ron jumped, startled when he heard Fred scream. As quietly as he could, the thirteen year old opened his brother’s door, peaking in. His eyes went wide. He was only thirteen, but his father had had ‘that’ sex talk with him a year ago. Of course Ron’s father gave him the usual sex talk, about how a man and a women did it. He wasn’t sure, but Ron was pretty sure he was witnessing his twin brothers having sex of some sort.
‘We can do that?” Ron thought, the seed of desire being planted into his body. His mind flashed toward Harry and Ron flushed, seeing Harry laying like Fred was, with him pumping into his body as George was into Fred’s.
“Fred!” George panted, pushing harder into his body. “You put up the silencing charm, right?”
“W-why y-you asking m-me this n-now?” Fred panted. “A b-bit too late, it is.”
George paused in his actions. “You forgot?”
“Oh, just go faster! It’s late; nobody will hear us.” Fred said, irritated since George was no longer moving. Fred bucked his hips, making George moan.
“Guess, you’re right.” George said, moving again.
Ron snickered; boy were they wrong. He had heard them and now he was spying on them. . .
‘Oh my gosh. . .” Ron’s eyes went wide. He was becoming aroused. ‘My brothers who have a incestuous relationship are turning me on. . .’
Fred’s eyes suddenly tuned to Ron’s, hearing him gasp. His eyes went wide; Ron’s went wider.
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“They caught you watching?” Harry asked, clearly aroused from Ron’s story.
Ron nodded, “yeah huh. . .”
“And then what happened?” Harry asked, subconsciously touching himself through his clothes.
“Mmm, well, they freaked out at first, afraid I’d tell on them. . . but they noticed. . .”
“That you were aroused?” Harry ventured a guess.
Ron blushed. “Y-yeah. I was only thirteen. . . but it seems I was already very much a sick pervert.” Ron chuckled.
“God, I think it’d be hot to see the three of you get it on.” Harry moaned, moving his hand harder over his arousal.
“You’re. . .” Ron glanced away from Harry. . . “Serious?”
“Yeah.” Harry nodded. “Guess I’ve always had a thing for redheads.” Harry grinned, “but you will always be my favorite.”
Ron blushed, turning to Harry, to lightly kiss Harry on the lips. “Thanks. I love you, too.”
“So after they freaked out. . . what happened?” Harry asked, kissing Ron back.
“They told me I could watch whenever I wanted.” Ron admitted. “And I have. . . quite a few times, actually.”
“Ever join them?” Harry asked.
“’Course not. I was with you, duh. I wouldn’t ever be with anyone without you knowing and approving. Plus. . . IF, key word, if; if I ever joined them. . . I think they’d like you to be in with the fun.” Ron smiled.
Harry practically beamed, glad to hear Ron had been faithful, even though at the time they hadn’t been involved sexually.
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“There’s Neville,” Ron whispered into Harry’s ear. “He has gotten quite cute, the shy thing.”
Harry nodded, eying Neville who was sitting a few seats down from them in The Great Hall. “I like how he keeps shyly looking over at us.” Harry whispered back to Ron, inwardly smirking when Neville’s face turned blood red when he saw that Harry was looking back at him.
“Mm, aww, he’s blushing.” Ron snickered, taking a drink. “eh, Harry, do you like his body?”
“Mm, it still has that cute boyish look to it. . . Yeah, I think I quite like it.” Harry nodded. “’Course your body will always be my fave.” Harry grinned when Ron choked into his drink.
“Okay there mate?” Seamus asked, reaching over to pat Ron on the back. Dean laughed, pushing a dreadlock out of his dark face.
“Choking on his drink, he is.” Dean said.
Ron glanced at Seamus and Dean, “I’m fine.” He said, willing himself to stop blushing.
Harry shook his head, giving Hermione a sidelong look. ‘I told him I’m hot for his bod.’ He mouthed to the girl.
Hermione giggled, slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. ‘You don’t have to be secret about it, remember? Everyone knows.’ Hermione mouthed back after she’d stopped laughing into her hands.
Harry blinked. Oh, right. He’d forgotten.
“I was just telling Ron how hot for his bod I am.” Harry said, with a straight face.
Seamus and Dean blushed, but not as dark as Ron was now blushing.
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Neville gave Hermione a nervous look. “Umm, Hermione, why exactly are we going to the room of requirement?”
Hermione paused, turning to look at Neville. The seventeen year old boy no longer held his baby fat he had when they first met. He was quite cute and was way too innocent. It was a wonder he hadn’t been taken advantage of yet.
“Well, I’ve asked a favor from someone.” Hermione giggled, brushing some hair from her face. “Come on, you’ll love it.”
Confused, Neville let himself be dragged off when Hermione grabbed him by the hand.
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“Hey, isn’t this…” Neville looked around the room, his eyes taking everything in. He turned to Hermione.
Hermione nodded, “yep. It’s Harry’s room at Grimmauld place.”
“Why?” Neville felt really confused. Why would the ROR turn into Harry’s bedroom?
“Well, you see, I sorta asked HarryandRonifwecouldwatchthemhavesex!” Hermione said, in a rush.
“Huh?” Neville blinked. “Come again.”
“Well, I asked Harry and Ron if we could watch them having sex.” Hermione grinned. “And they agreed.
Neville’s face went white, then red as he processed what was being said.
“You asked that? So then why am I here. . .?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “honestly, as if I didn’t know. Neville, I know you have a crush on them and I thought you’d enjoy a little show.” Hermione grinned. “I’m right, right?”
Neville blushed, looking down at his feet. “Umm. . . Yeah.”
“Well, that’s good to hear, because Harry here is very aroused for some reason,” Ron said, as he and Harry entered the room.
Harry rolled his eyes. He wasn’t turned on. . . Yet.
A/N Please Review. This chapter was much shorter and tamer. This is about the size you can expect for future updates. That first chapter was much longer because I had all the ideas I wanted to get out to set the stage for this fic.
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