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Hermione was at her wits end. Nothing she did could convince the boys to follow her revision schedules. Worse, they were constantly interrupting her revision.
Even when she came to the library, they followed her and goofed off the whole time. Why they had even bothered to come back for eighth year if they weren’t going to take it seriously, she had no idea. Hermione had had enough!
There had to be something that would motivate the two to study. And whatever it was, she was going to find it. It wasn’t going to be the feeling of achievement for accomplishing their goals that motivated her. But it also wasn’t chocolate, treacle tarts, extra flying time, or anything else she had tried yet.
“But Mione, we can just get those things ourselves without doing any bloody revising,” Ron had pointed out.
“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “I mean. Taking all this time to study takes away from extra flying time.”
So it had to be something they couldn’t get somewhere else. Something they wanted but didn’t have access to.
Hermione was nervous, but she had a plan. There was something she had that the boys wanted. After spending close to a year with them in that damned tent, she was certain of it, even though they had all been very careful not to let anything happen while they were trapped together and the fallout could be catastrophic.
Now they were back in the rebuilt castle, safe and with enough space to stay out of one another’s way for a while if exploration of their feelings and wants didn’t go well. And whether the boys still felt it or not, Hermione had wants that she was ready to explore.
After the kiss she shared with Ron during the battle, he had turned bright red and hidden from her everytime she came near him for weeks. And Harry, always worried about how Ron would respond, only ever glanced at her from beneath his lashes, pretending he wasn’t interested. Well she had had enough of all that, too.
“Let’s revise in my common room today,” she told them at breakfast that morning.
Harry and Ron groaned. “It’s a Saturday,” Ron complained.
“I have some flying—” Harry started.
“For the love of Merlin,” Hermione swore. “You are both coming to my common room — with all your books — and that’s final. I have some unique rewards for you today and we are going to get some revising done!”
Astounded by her outburst, the boys hastily agreed. They still took their time finishing breakfast, but when she told them she would see them in her common room at half past, they both nodded and scurried off to get their things.
Hermione smiled to herself as she made her way back to the Heads’ Common Room. Theo, the Head Boy, was in Hogsmeade today and had best stay there all day since he wasn’t going to be able to access their tower. She had warned him that she would be practicing wards and, always amiable, Theo said it was no problem. He would just go with Luna to her Common Room if they got back early.
As she prepared herself for what she was about to do, Hermione hummed happily. She should have thought of this months ago. She was just putting the finishing touches on her hair when she heard the commotion of Harry and Ron coming in.
“We’re here,” Ron called from the Common Room.
“I’ll be out in a moment,” she called from her room. “Get set up for revising.” She could hear their groans from here. Rolling her eyes, Hermione strode from the bedroom straight over to the door. Wand in hand, she locked it and layered every ward she knew.
“Um… Hermione?” Harry called. “Why are you—”
He cut off as she turned around, his jaw dropping as his words sputtered to a stop. Sensing something was up, Ron glanced her way as well, quickly looking away then doing a double take as he finally took her in.
Sounding scandalized Ron said, “Mione, your skirt’s so short!” He would notice that first. She hummed her agreement.
“You did something to your hair,” Harry pointed out in awe. It was true, she had taken her time to magically smooth it into soft ringlets rather than the riotous mess it usually was. She nodded at him, smiling.
“And Merlin, your shirt’s too small,” Ron noted. “It makes your tits look huge.” He blushed scarlet when he heard what he had said.
“You’re wearing a Gryffindor bra,” Harry said, blushing as well, but getting a little more bold now that she hadn’t hexed Ron. “I can see it through your shirt.”
“That’s right,” she agreed with them, smiling. “Now, let me explain how this is going to work today. We’re going to do your revising.”
“We can’t do revising when you’re sitting in front of us like that!” Ron cried.
“Oh, I think you can,” she disagreed. “To start, for every question you get right, you get to undo one button of my shirt.”
“To start?” Harry asked, his voice a little shaky.
“Yes. The rules may have to get more interesting as we go. We have to keep the two of you motivated, after all,” she explained.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. “Are you sure you don’t want just one of us here?” Harry asked with a gulp, his eyes on the ground.
“No, I’m quite sure you both have revising to do.”
“Yeah, but Mione, I think Harry means if you’re going to get naked shouldn’t it just be one of us.”
Scoffing, Hermione told them, “I’m quite capable of interpreting what Harry means. And no, I don’t see why it should be just one of you.” She waited, wondering what they would say. This was the part she had been most nervous about. Would Ron explode? Would Harry run away in embarrassment? Or would they both decide it was okay?
There was a long pause. Harry seemed to be holding his breath until Ron finally asked, “Well, what’s the first question then?”
Letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, Hermione gave him a dazzling smile and asked them, “What is the activating ingredient in Wiggenweld Potion?” She watched as they both thought hard for their answer. “You may look it up if you need to,” she suggested. “That’s part of what we do while revising.”
Both boys grabbed for their potion textbook and began rapidly flipping to the correct page. She was almost certain Harry found the answer first, but he didn’t speak up, waiting for Ron to throw his hand in the air.
Almost laughing that he was treating this like a classroom, Hermione called on him. “Ronald? You have an answer?”
“Stewed mandrake!” he almost shouted, his eyes already glued to her chest.
“That’s right,” she praised, coming over to him. She stopped right in front of him. “Go ahead,” she encouraged him.
“Right now?” he asked tentatively, his voice shaking a bit.
“Yes,” she snapped impatiently. “Unbutton the top one.”
With trembling fingers, Ron did, blowing out a breath when he was done fumbling with the finicky little pearl button and her neck was slightly more exposed. The shirt was too small for her, making her breasts look like they were going to burst out at any moment, but it still had tons of buttons, buttoned all the way up to the top. She did need them to complete quite a bit of studying, after all.
“Very good,” she praised, smiling as she flounced back up to the front of the room, knowing that the swirl of her short skirt had just shown the boys her lacy red knickers. She grinned to herself before turning around and asking the next question.
This time Harry answered quickly. “Powdered Asphodel Roots!” he called out. She had been fairly certain he knew that one. Walking over to him, she allowed him to work on the next button down. They were still several buttons away from revealing anything fun, but both of her boys were watching with anticipation nonetheless.
They moved on like this, Ron getting two in a row, then Harry, Ron, back to Harry. His was the first button that would actually show cleavage. Hermione was quivering now, too. This was going to drive her mad, but the boys were still struggling with the buttons. She wished one of them would just pop them open, rip the shirt the rest of the way open and move on with things, but then she chastised herself. That wouldn’t help them prepare for their NEWTs.
When Harry’s fumbling finally allowed her shirt to snap open, baring the tops of her breasts and a peek of the red and gold bra she was wearing. Harry and Ron both roughly sucked in air at the sight.
Ron answered the next question, but to her surprise, he leapt from his chair and approached her instead of waiting for her to come to him. Blocking her body from Harry’s view with his own, he muttered lowly, “Hermione, are you sure you want to do this? We’re going to be able to really see you now and this is fun, but you don’t have to—”
“Thank you, Ronald,” she said, leaning close and pulling him down so she could kiss his cheek, “But I really want to.” Hermione cleared her throat. It was time to declare her intentions and see how they took it. “Surely you both know how I feel about you.”
Ron froze. “Y-you want us both?” he asked.
Here came the explosion. Braced for it, Hermione nodded. “I could never pick just one of you. It’s been the three of us for years. Why should we change that?”
“What about Harry and Ginny?” Ron demanded.
“I’m not really Gin’s type, Ron,” Harry spoke up.
Ron whirled around to stare at his best friend. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Grimacing at his friend’s anger, Harry explained. “When I went to ask if she wanted to get back together, I found her kissing Luna. She told me she would always love me, but more as a brother.”
Staring dumbfounded, Ron asked, “Ginny likes girls?”
“She has a whole collection of PlayWizards that she got from Fred and George recently,” Harry said noncommittally.
“So she likes girls and she’s been afraid to tell me,” Ron processed.
“You do fly off the handle about things sometimes,” Hermione pointed out.
Ron’s eyebrows knitted together as he frowned. “Well yeah. She was supposed to bring Harry into the family.”
Uncertain how it would be taken, Hermione decided to go ahead. Softly, she explained, “I’ve been reading about triads in the wizarding world. If two wizards are both with a witch, they’re a family even if the men aren’t interested in each other. So Harry could still join the family through you.”
Harry was frozen, holding his breath, waiting for Ron’s response. Hermione knew how badly he wanted a family. And she had a strong suspicion about who he wanted that family to be. She only hoped Ron could see it, too.
Turning toward Harry, Ron asked, “You would be okay with this? With us?” Ron gestured between the two of them and then Hermione.
“Yes,” Harry breathed. “I would be very okay.”
Ron stared at him for a moment, then looked back to Hermione. Slowly, a grin spread across his face. “Let’s do this, then.”
Reaching down, he worked at the button at the apex of her bust. The problem was that it was pulled too tight and wouldn’t unbutton. Ron seemed perplexed, but then smirked at her. One hand touched her lightly on the side before moving to push her breasts closer together, giving the material enough of a break that he was able to slide the little pearl button clear of its restraint.
Hermione gasped as he stood close to her, taking in the view of her exposed breasts. Ron didn’t look away as he beckoned to Harry. “Come on, mate. Take a good look at what she’s been hiding.”
“Very naughty of her to hide such beautiful breasts from us,” Harry commented when he was gazing at her as well.
It took all her self control for Hermione not to invite them to touch. She so badly wanted to feel their hands on her. But she knew better. They weren’t ready for their exams yet. “I’m glad you enjoy the view boys, but I think it’s time for the next question.”
Complaining loudly, Ron said, “Why do we have to answer questions to see you?”
“Because if you don’t get the rest of these buttons undone, you won’t get to do the next part of the game.”
“There’s more?” Ron asked, intrigued.
“Oh yes,” she told them, noticing Harry’s avid interest even as he rushed to his seat for the next question.
It felt like an eternity before her shirt was finally open for them. Still, neither of them had touched her beyond “accidental” brushes of their hands against her overheated skin. Hermione was certain now that she wouldn’t last. But at least soon enough, she would have their touch.
She cleared her throat in her best schoolmarm impression. “Now, for the next part, I am wearing four pieces of clothing. These questions will be a good bit harder, but when you answer one, you get to remove one of the items, in this order — shirt, bra, skirt, knickers. Then you will have three minutes — whichever one of you answered it — of me sitting on your lap while you explore any areas that weren’t exposed before.”
“Sweet Merlin,” Ron cursed. Harry looked like he was contemplating something.
Harry answered correctly for the first one. Ron didn’t even look jealous as he watched Hermione gingerly settle on Harry’s lap. Harry gently tugged the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. It wasn’t exposing much that they hadn’t already seen, but touching brought it to a whole new level of intimacy.
Harry ghosted his hands gently over her upper body, then leaned in close, bringing his lips along her neck to her pulse point. Hermione thought she might jump out of her skin at the exquisite feel of his hands on her — something she had wanted for so long.
“Hey,” Ron objected, his voice lower than usual and rough. “She didn’t say we could kiss her, just touch.”
Harry pulled away with his most mischievous grin. “The word she used was ‘explore’ but nothing was said about what we could explore with.”
Hermione felt her eyes widen. Leave it to Harry to find a loophole to exploit. Not that she actually minded all that much. His lips felt divine, especially as they made their way lower. His hands were rubbing her nipples now, through the lace of her bra. And he was kissing down toward the rounded globes when Hermione’s wand began buzzing.
Now she groaned, but Ron chuckled evilly. “Come on, Mione. We have to play by the rules, right? It’s time for one of us to get that bra off of you.”
Harry growled a little, giving one last kiss to her throat before pushing her gently out of his lap. As she moved off, she dragged along the long, hard proof of how Harry was feeling about all this. He hissed and Ron laughed at him.
He wasn’t laughing long. Soon, he was frantically looking up the components of Draught of Living Death. Hermione had never seen her red-haired friend so studious.
When he got the answer first, Ron crowed with happiness. She laughed and walked up to his chair, turning her back to him so that he could unfasten it. “Keep it held up until you turn around,” he commanded.
Hermione thought about dropping it, but something in his tone sent a shiver through her and she found herself complying. When she turned with the bra still clutched to her front, both boys were staring at her with hungry eyes.
“Now drop it,” Ron said.
The bra fell softly to the floor, leaving her exposed to their eyes for the first time. Even living in the tent together for a year, all three of them had been careful not to look at one another, offering as much privacy as possible. Now the boys could look as much as they wanted.
“Your tits are gorgeous,” Ron breathed.
Pulling her into his lap, Ron got the pleasure of touching while Harry watched with longing in his eyes. He wasn’t gentle like Harry had been. He palmed her breasts, squeezing them with each hand before burying his face between them with a grin. Hermione squealed and laughed, the sensations so very different than when Harry had touched her. Ron’s long fingers circled her nipples, pulling at them and then lightly twisting, making Hermione gasp.
“Don’t hurt her—” Harry began.
“H-he’s not,” she told him, reaching out a hand to him. She was afraid after she had done it that Ron would be jealous, but he didn’t even seem to notice that Harry was now holding her hand. Ron’s attention was glued to her breasts, his fingers continued to twiddle one nipple as his head lowered to the other and began to experiment with licking. Hermione moaned for him. He had just pulled the entire nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, when Harry’s wand began to buzz.
“Time for the n-next question,” Hermione said, her voice shaking as Ron steadied her on her feet.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice gravelly. “I’ll have you on my lap again in a moment.”
A tingle of pure magic slid up her spine as she felt the promise in those words. Sure enough, Ron found the next answer first as well, leaving Harry looking pouty. Ron popped out of his seat again and swaggered over, reaching for her skirt and yanking on it. This time his actions did hurt a bit, and Hermione screamed, “Ron!” when the skirt ripped right off of her, magic clearly involved to make it more vulnerable.
He grinned unrepentantly. “It was mine to take off.”
“If you rip my clothes, I can’t wear them for you in the future,” she argued. Ron’s smile fell a bit.
Harry stepped in, not too close since he knew this was Ron’s time. “Then we’ll have to buy you new ones. It won’t be so hard with two Aurors’ salaries.”
“That’s right,” Ron agreed, grabbing her hand and heading back to the chair. This time his hands wandered immediately, stroking her hips and thighs roughly. Hermione found herself responding more than she would have expected to the harsh treatment. Her knickers were wet by the time his hand found its way to her center. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for a long time,” he whispered to her.
“I’ve wanted you, too,” she responded.
“And Harry?” he asked. She was surprised to find that the pressure of his fingers didn’t change as he asked. They were rubbing over her knickers, getting them ever more soaked as her body responded to his touch. She could feel Ron’s hard cock pressing against her arse.
“Yes, Harry too,” Hermione admitted.
“You’re a naughty girl,” Ron said just before dragging his teeth lightly over a nipple while twisting the other. Hermione cried out.
“Y-you like it,” she gasped.
He grinned. “Damn right, I do,” he agreed just as Harry’s wand began to buzz again.
Hermione popped off his lap, ready to get to the next question. Her knickers were uncomfortably wet and she wanted them off.
It was Harry who answered this time, much to her secret delight. As much as she loved Ron’s rougher touch, she missed Harry’s gentleness, too. True to form, Harry softly tugged at her knickers and slid them down her legs, his face coming close to her pussy as he did. Hermione was almost embarrassed that he took a deep sniff as he did, but the almost euphoric look on his face made her feel excited instead.
To her surprise, he didn’t put her sideways across his lap as he had before. “I want you to face me,” he said. Hermione blinked at him, unsure how to do that properly.
“Put a leg over each of mine,” Harry explained, his legs spread slightly. “I’ll hold you in place.”
As Hermione positioned herself as he had asked, she realized there were several advantages to this. He could see her fully as she was far more exposed this way. She was also trusting in him to keep her from falling as her balance was off.
“If you need to steady yourself, you can put your hands on my shoulders,” Harry suggested. This did feel more secure, but Hermione quickly realized it also made her even more vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do as her hands were now busy.
Harry grazed her skin, starting at her neck and moving down until his fingers were between her folds. His breathing had turned harsh when he felt how wet she was for the first time. Not that Hermione’s breaths were any steadier as Harry’s fingers explored her. The most intense part was the way he stared into her eyes as he did it.
She had planned to save kissing for later, but Hermione couldn’t hold back any longer, surging forward to meet Harry’s lips. A small oof escaped him as she leaned forward, but he continued to explore her body with his fingers, finding the little nub that sent pleasure spiking through her and made Hermione moan into his mouth.
“You didn’t say we could kiss you!” Ron grumbled.
She felt guilty that he wasn’t included in this, but she couldn’t say she felt bad for doing it. “I didn’t say you couldn’t,” Hermione pointed out.
Ron didn’t answer in words, but she suddenly felt hands against her bare back. She released Harry in surprise, looking over her shoulder to find her lips captured by Ron. Unlike the sweet kiss she had been sharing with Harry, Ron’s was almost aggressive, pushing for entry and then dominating her mouth.
As Ron thoroughly snogged her, holding her in place with his arms, Harry brought both hands to her dripping pussy, one tentatively sliding a little way into her while the other circled her clit, having found it produced the best response from her. Hermione felt completely overwhelmed in the best way.
They all ignored the buzzing of Ron’s wand as Hermione began to writhe on Harry’s fingers. Ron’s hands were exploring her breasts from behind as Hermione panted and moaned into his kisses. There was a tightening low in her belly as the boys kept up their attentions, making her feel like she might explode.
Hermione had brought herself to an orgasm before, of course she had, but this felt different. Having four hands on her, and their full attention, it was pushing her toward an edge she knew she wouldn’t be able to avoid.
She had hoped they would get her to this point — though the things Lavender and Parvati had giggled about when they talked of fumbling boys hadn’t made her very confident about their first time together. Still, she hadn’t expected the possibility of an orgasm so soon in the evening. Merlin, they weren’t even undressed yet.
Harry pressed more urgently at her little button, almost hurting his finger, he was so insistent, but Hermione found herself starting to shiver dramatically, the building tension exploding inside her.
Hermione convulsed between the two, having to trust them completely as they supported her through the waves of pleasure.
Harry gasped. “Ron, you should feel how bloody tight she’s getting inside. This would feel amazing.”
Her cries were suddenly loud as Ron pulled away from her and said, “You mean it will feel amazing. Because pretty soon, we get that as our reward.”
Barely able to catch her breath, Hermione replied, “Only if you keep getting the right answers.”