Trio Challenge Fic
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quidditchgrrlTitle: What Ginny Saw
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calliope14's challenge for the Menage a Trio Yahoo!Group:
“The Secret’s Out” Challenge:
A Weasley, a Granger, a Dursley, or a Potter catches on to the H/Hr/R romantic relationship.
Word count: 100-800.
Must include: something green (beside Harry’s eyes); socks; Hedwig, Pig, or Crookshanks.
Rating: NC-17; Words: Just under 1000
Betas:seakays and abigail89; all mistakes are mine alone.
Once she placed her eye to the keyhole she couldn't look away. She'd come down looking for Hermione and the sounds coming from the room were too curious not to check on surreptitiously. The three of them - Harry, Ron and Hermione - were naked and tangled on the bed. At first, all she could make out were legs; there were more than three sets, it seemed. Then her eyes focused and Ginny could clearly delineate which body parts belonged to whom. Hermione pale, Ron whiter, Harry olive-skinned.
Hermione was between the two men facing Harry, who was attacking her mouth with passionate fervor, sucking at Hermione's tongue and mouth. Ron spooned behind Hermione, pulling her hips to his. Hermione bent at the waist to allow Ron access and her torso arched back for maximum contact with Harry's mouth. Ginny wondered if the positioning was painful.
Dry-mouthed, Ginny watched as Ron arched Hermione's leg upward and entered her in a slow push. In the back of her mind, she recalled overhearing what other girls had said about her family - the Weasley wealth can be found in their trousers - and she now knew there was a basis in fact for that statement. She couldn't see Hermione's face; she could only hear the muffled noises of sex, rustling sheets, rasping breaths and moans.
Ron was in motion, pelvis arching forward and back, one arm curled under Hermione's knee. Harry had moved down to tongue Hermione's breasts; Ginny could see his cheeks hollow with the suction. Ginny's own legs slid apart as a warm rush of arousal flowed into the pit of her stomach. She struggled to keep her line of sight within the keyhole, eyes dilated and cheeks flushed she strained to take in as much of the view as possible.
When Harry had finished bathing Hermione's breasts, he moved back up to eat at her mouth gently. Ginny heard the first noise from him as Hermione stroked between his legs as they kissed. Harry wasn't as long as Ron, from what she could tell, but his erection was thick and the bulbous head more than made up for the lack of length. Hermione's small hand was working up and down, drawing the foreskin with it. Harry gave another groan of delight and brought his hand to Hermione's nipples once more.
Ginny's hands drifted to her own nipples, squeezing and pinching in counterpoint to Harry's. Shockwaves shimmied through her and she forced her eyes open so as not to miss the display fueling her desire. She slid a hand between her legs and slipped her fingers through the wetness there.
The trio shifted and Ginny froze, gasping silently before she realized they were merely changing position on the bed. The three of them came to their hands and knees, Hermione between them once again. Ron moved behind Hermione and entered her, holding her thighs as he thrust. Harry moved to face Hermione, and Ginny slowed her hand as Harry slid his into Hermione's hair, looking down at her with what Ginny could only interpret as lustful intensity. They've obviously done this before, Ginny said to herself, bringing her fingers back to circle her center. Every night Hermione's been out of bed, she's been doing this with my brother and Harry. Slowly, she had to move slowly, or she would come herself and be unable to see how the scenario ended.
Through the haze of her own lust she watched Hermione lift her head and take Harry's prick into her mouth, heard the three simultaneous groans filter softly through the air. Ron was bent almost double, knees wide, hips pumping furiously. His hands were between Hermione's thighs, holding her open as he pounded into her. Hermione was making soft muffled noises as she moved her mouth over Harry's aroused flesh, responding to both Ron and Harry's thrusts. Ginny's eyes flickered over the three of them, taking in every movement, noting the sheen of sweat clinging to their bodies, Harry's hand still buried in Hermione's hair, the short, stabbing strokes of Ron's hips. Ginny startled when Ron groaned and went still, bucking forward roughly as he came. Her eyes flitted over Hermione's hips, tilted to accept as much of Ron as possible while moving her mouth slowly and deeply over Harry's swollen prick. Harry's eyes were focused on Hermione's lips as they moved over him.
Ginny found herself very close to coming but unwilling to slow down or stop herself. Her fingers danced over the hard nub of her clitoris, undulating over the soft, wet flesh. Her dark green robe had fallen open and the cool night air teased her nipples to little points, scattering pleasure from her scalp to her toes. She focused through the keyhole once again to see Harry's backside moving between Hermione's splayed thighs. Ginny flicked her eyes up to catch Ron watching his two friends, who were bucking against each other aggressively. Harry's deep moans drifted through the air, and Ginny could hear his chant of fuck, fuck as he drove into Hermione's softness. Ginny's legs tightened painfully as her impending orgasm rode high in her thighs. When Hermione answered yes, fuck me Harry, Ginny bit her lip as her body exploded in delightful contractions.
Ginny slumped away from the door, trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm and what she had witnessed. Her mind whirred with blurry images of what she had seen, eyes sightless in the dim hallway while she tried to process what it all meant.
A plaintive meow brought Ginny back to stark reality. Crookshanks' eyes glowed from under the stairs, as if he'd been watching her from yet another secret vantage point. Ginny's sock feet scrabbled on the floor before she righted herself, gathered her robe around her and silently stole back up the stairs to her bedroom.
Response to
calliope14's challenge for the Menage a Trio Yahoo!Group:“The Secret’s Out” Challenge:
A Weasley, a Granger, a Dursley, or a Potter catches on to the H/Hr/R romantic relationship.
Word count: 100-800.
Must include: something green (beside Harry’s eyes); socks; Hedwig, Pig, or Crookshanks.
Rating: NC-17; Words: Just under 1000
Betas:
seakays and abigail89; all mistakes are mine alone.Once she placed her eye to the keyhole she couldn't look away. She'd come down looking for Hermione and the sounds coming from the room were too curious not to check on surreptitiously. The three of them - Harry, Ron and Hermione - were naked and tangled on the bed. At first, all she could make out were legs; there were more than three sets, it seemed. Then her eyes focused and Ginny could clearly delineate which body parts belonged to whom. Hermione pale, Ron whiter, Harry olive-skinned.
Hermione was between the two men facing Harry, who was attacking her mouth with passionate fervor, sucking at Hermione's tongue and mouth. Ron spooned behind Hermione, pulling her hips to his. Hermione bent at the waist to allow Ron access and her torso arched back for maximum contact with Harry's mouth. Ginny wondered if the positioning was painful.
Dry-mouthed, Ginny watched as Ron arched Hermione's leg upward and entered her in a slow push. In the back of her mind, she recalled overhearing what other girls had said about her family - the Weasley wealth can be found in their trousers - and she now knew there was a basis in fact for that statement. She couldn't see Hermione's face; she could only hear the muffled noises of sex, rustling sheets, rasping breaths and moans.
Ron was in motion, pelvis arching forward and back, one arm curled under Hermione's knee. Harry had moved down to tongue Hermione's breasts; Ginny could see his cheeks hollow with the suction. Ginny's own legs slid apart as a warm rush of arousal flowed into the pit of her stomach. She struggled to keep her line of sight within the keyhole, eyes dilated and cheeks flushed she strained to take in as much of the view as possible.
When Harry had finished bathing Hermione's breasts, he moved back up to eat at her mouth gently. Ginny heard the first noise from him as Hermione stroked between his legs as they kissed. Harry wasn't as long as Ron, from what she could tell, but his erection was thick and the bulbous head more than made up for the lack of length. Hermione's small hand was working up and down, drawing the foreskin with it. Harry gave another groan of delight and brought his hand to Hermione's nipples once more.
Ginny's hands drifted to her own nipples, squeezing and pinching in counterpoint to Harry's. Shockwaves shimmied through her and she forced her eyes open so as not to miss the display fueling her desire. She slid a hand between her legs and slipped her fingers through the wetness there.
The trio shifted and Ginny froze, gasping silently before she realized they were merely changing position on the bed. The three of them came to their hands and knees, Hermione between them once again. Ron moved behind Hermione and entered her, holding her thighs as he thrust. Harry moved to face Hermione, and Ginny slowed her hand as Harry slid his into Hermione's hair, looking down at her with what Ginny could only interpret as lustful intensity. They've obviously done this before, Ginny said to herself, bringing her fingers back to circle her center. Every night Hermione's been out of bed, she's been doing this with my brother and Harry. Slowly, she had to move slowly, or she would come herself and be unable to see how the scenario ended.
Through the haze of her own lust she watched Hermione lift her head and take Harry's prick into her mouth, heard the three simultaneous groans filter softly through the air. Ron was bent almost double, knees wide, hips pumping furiously. His hands were between Hermione's thighs, holding her open as he pounded into her. Hermione was making soft muffled noises as she moved her mouth over Harry's aroused flesh, responding to both Ron and Harry's thrusts. Ginny's eyes flickered over the three of them, taking in every movement, noting the sheen of sweat clinging to their bodies, Harry's hand still buried in Hermione's hair, the short, stabbing strokes of Ron's hips. Ginny startled when Ron groaned and went still, bucking forward roughly as he came. Her eyes flitted over Hermione's hips, tilted to accept as much of Ron as possible while moving her mouth slowly and deeply over Harry's swollen prick. Harry's eyes were focused on Hermione's lips as they moved over him.
Ginny found herself very close to coming but unwilling to slow down or stop herself. Her fingers danced over the hard nub of her clitoris, undulating over the soft, wet flesh. Her dark green robe had fallen open and the cool night air teased her nipples to little points, scattering pleasure from her scalp to her toes. She focused through the keyhole once again to see Harry's backside moving between Hermione's splayed thighs. Ginny flicked her eyes up to catch Ron watching his two friends, who were bucking against each other aggressively. Harry's deep moans drifted through the air, and Ginny could hear his chant of fuck, fuck as he drove into Hermione's softness. Ginny's legs tightened painfully as her impending orgasm rode high in her thighs. When Hermione answered yes, fuck me Harry, Ginny bit her lip as her body exploded in delightful contractions.
Ginny slumped away from the door, trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm and what she had witnessed. Her mind whirred with blurry images of what she had seen, eyes sightless in the dim hallway while she tried to process what it all meant.
A plaintive meow brought Ginny back to stark reality. Crookshanks' eyes glowed from under the stairs, as if he'd been watching her from yet another secret vantage point. Ginny's sock feet scrabbled on the floor before she righted herself, gathered her robe around her and silently stole back up the stairs to her bedroom.
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Date: 2004-03-06 06:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-03-06 10:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-03-06 12:11 pm (UTC)I meant to comment on this after it appeared on the Menage-A-Trio list, but mosly all I had to say was:
Hot!
*fans self*
Be good to see *more* triofic like that. ;-> Thanks!
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Date: 2004-03-08 08:34 am (UTC)GUH!
Good work, chiquita. :D
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