Caught!

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Title: Caught!
Pairing: Ron/Hermione, Ron/Harry, Harry/Ginny (implied)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hermione has caught Ron cheating on her!  But why doesn't she seem upset?
Word Count: 2,666
Warnings: het and slash
Disclaimer: I don’t own. Property of J.K Rowling.  For entertainment purposes only.  Even if it only entertains myself.
Notes: Betaed by the incredibly fantastic triomakesmehot .  This is actually epilogue compliant!

 

Caught

I decided to bring my work home with me on Friday around lunchtime, because I had been working hard and really just wanted to sit on my comfortable couch while I finished this stack of reports.  The kids are both away at Hogwarts now, and Ron has to work until five in the evening.  I flooed home and sighed as I looked around.  I never bring work home, but for once I think it’s a great idea.  I sat my papers on the coffee table and toed off my shoes.  I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a large glass of wine.  I was about to flop down on the couch when I heard a grunt from down the hall.

The first thing I did was get out my wand.  Ron wasn’t supposed to get the time to come home for lunch today, so no one should be in the house.  I tiptoed down the hallway, my wand raised, a hundred curses running through my head.  Then I heard a long moan.  The bedroom door was ajar, so I slinked up to it and looked inside.

I relaxed when I saw it was just Ron and Harry, but then my mind registered what I was actually seeing,  Shock coursed through me like a sudden jolt of electricity, closely followed by a dizzying wave of desire.  My fit husband was buggering my fit best friend!  The sight of them, and the noises; Merlin, I had never been so turned on so fast.  Ron was there, arse flexing, as he pounded into Harry, and the whimpers and moans coming from Harry went straight to my groin.  I could hear the slap of skin, and a litany of curse words coming from both of them.  Then it registered to me, that while I felt a wide range of emotion, what I didn’t feel was anger, or even betrayal.  I wondered why that was, but I didn’t think on it too long.  As the moaning got louder, Ron’s thrusts became erratic, and Harry arched and came onto his chest.  I quickly ran back down the hallway and sat in the center of the couch.  I was going to have fun with this information.

I heard voices and laughter coming down the hall a few minutes later.  I leaned back on the couch and spread my arms out across the back.  I crossed my legs and assumed a face that would tell the boys I knew everything.  It would absolutely terrify them.  Harry rounded the corner and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me.  His eyes widened comically.  Ron ran into the back of him, and said, “Bloody hell, mate, what’s the big idea?”  He looked at Harry, then followed his gaze.  When he finally saw me, his reaction perfectly mirrored Harry’s. 

I arched one eyebrow at him.  “Hey, love, I just came home to do a little work.  Didn’t expect you here.”  Then I smirked.  It was such a perfect smirk that it would have given Malfoy a run for his money.

“Um, Hermione, hey.  Uh.  So, when did you get here?” Ron asked, voice casual with a tinge of fear, his eyes flickering over to Harry.

I smirked even harder, and Ron’s eyes doubled in size, if it was possible.  I’m sure I looked like a wolf that had caught its prey.

“Um, I’m gonna go,” Harry said to no one, pointing at the door.  He kept his eyes down as he walked.

“You and Ginny still coming for dinner tonight?” I asked, mischief in my voice.

Harry said, “Yeah,” took a step towards the door, then changed his mind and turned back around.  He stepped towards me and looked up.  “Hermione…” he began in a weak voice.

“Oh, relax, Harry, I’m not going to say a word to Ginny,” I said, waving my hand like I was shooing a fly.

“Thanks,” he said, then was to the door and gone in a heartbeat.

I looked back over at Ron who seemed to have frozen, his eyes wide and his mouth in the form of an O.  My face turned wolfish again.  “Well, come sit by me and tell me about your day.”

That spurred him into action.  He quickly walked over and sat beside me.  I took his hand and he looked down at it curiously.  “My day?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Um,” he started, with his brow furrowed in confusion.  “I finished some paperwork early, we got a tip about a wizard in Brighton who had ties to the Death Eaters, so we followed up on it, but it was a dead end.  Then we got lunch.”

“And came here?”

“Huh?”

“You came here after lunch?”

“Uh, yeah, had to get… um, something.”

“Laid?”

“Shit.”

“Ron…” I started, but was interrupted.

“Hermione, please don’t leave me!  I love you so much!  I don’t know what you know, but I promise it’ll never happen again!  Please… please, I love you.  I love the kids.  I never meant to hurt you.  Please, please don’t leave me!  I will....”

“Ron, Ron!” I interrupted.  “Ron, stop.  I’m not going to leave you!  Merlin, I love you.  I’m… not mad.  I’m not sure why.  Probably because it’s Harry.  But, the point is, it’s fine.  I would, however, like an explanation.”

Ron stared at me for a minute.  Then he said, “You’re… you’re not mad?  Um, okay.  Uh, well, you want an explanation?”  He spoke very quietly, as though too much sound would make me change my mind and start raining down curses on his head.

“Yeah, like, how long has this been going on?  How did it start?”

“Oh, um, okay.  Well, erm, you know Harry used to have nightmares in school, about Voldemort,” he shuddered as he said the name.  I nodded.  “Well, I think you knew I would sometimes crawl into bed with him until he went back to sleep.  Usually I would stay.  He tended not to have as many nightmares then.  So, um, one morning I woke up, and I was lying with him, kinda like spooning him, yeah?”  I nodded again.  “Anyway… um, well, stuff happened.”

“Ron!  What kind of stuff?  What exactly happened?”

“Hermione, it’s embarrassing to talk about!” he whined.

“Tough,” I said.  “I didn’t throw you out on your arse for cheating on me, and I believe that deserves a detailed explanation.”

He huffed, resigned.  “Fine.  So, I had my arm around Harry’s waist when I woke up in the morning.  I had morning wood, and so did Harry.  I could feel it under my forearm.  I could tell Harry was awake because his breathing was uneven.  Then his breath hitched when I dragged my arm back a few inches and it rubbed across his erection.  So, uh, he sort of rubbed against my arm, and it caused his arse to rub against my erection, so I moaned, or something, because I was a freakin’ teenager and had never had anyone rub against me.  So he did it again, and I… well, Hermione, I reached in his pants and grabbed it!  Don’t ask me why I was so compelled to do it, because I don’t know.  We just both sorta needed it, you know?”

This story was really starting to get me worked up, and added to the images from earlier, I was incredibly turned on.  I surged up and threw my leg over Ron’s lap, straddling him.  He gasped, and I leaned down to kiss him, hard.  “Keep going,” I whispered as I ground my hips against his, eliciting another gasp.

“Uh, um, so I grabbed his cock and started to wank him, yeah?  And he kept thrusting into my hand and rubbing his arse against my erection, and soon we had this great rhythm, and before I knew it we were both coming.”

“Yeah,” I said.  I could feel Ron start to harden against me as I ground my hips down.  I started kissing his neck, biting like he likes.  He wound his hands around my back and under my shirt.  “And after that?  How did you both act about it?”

“Well, it was actually really easy.  We never really talked about it, but I slept in his bed probably three, four times a week.  The other blokes didn’t think anything of it because they were so used to me being in Harry’s bed. They just thought his nightmares were getting worse.  So, we started fooling around.  And we never said anything about it during the day.  And there was no awkwardness.  It was simple.”

“Tell me about the first time you had sex,” I demanded, as I pulled off Ron’s shirt.  He looked shocked.

“Why do you want to know about it?” he asked, face red.

I decided to go for honesty.  “Because it turns me on,” I moaned.

He grinned wide and pulled my shirt up over my head.  I reached down and undid his fly.  He lifted his hips as I pulled his trousers and pants off.  His erection sprang free, and my arousal tripled from the thought of where it had been just 20 minutes ago.  I moaned loudly.

Ron seemed to take this knowledge well, and he started his story again.  This time however, I knew he was telling it in a way that was meant to turn me on.  “So, one weekend we were all supposed to go to Hogsmeade.  Harry and I decided to stay back because we had a lot of homework that we needed to catch up on.”

“You bastard!  I remember that weekend.  I had to trail around with Lavender and Parvati, talking about boys and makeup.  You had sex instead of doing homework.  Ron, I made you and Harry a study schedule!” I half shrieked.  Ron ran his hands up my back and unhooked my bra.  He slid it off, then reached up to thumb at my nipples, causing me to arch into his touch.

“Hermione, dear, we used the schedules.  We really did.  We just, took a break.  Do you want me to continue with my story, or not?”

“Yes,” I moaned as he slid one hand into my trousers.

“Okay.  So, we studied for a while, then Harry said, ‘Ron, it’s kind of a shame to waist this empty dorm room, don’t you think?’  So I threw my books aside and practically pounced on him.  And he was laughing at me.  And it made me laugh.  Then he stopped laughing, looked in my eyes, and said, ‘Fuck me, Ron.’  And I said, ‘You sure?’ and he said, ‘Absolutely.’” 

While he talked, Ron had managed to slide my trousers and knickers off, and was running one hand all over my body, while his other was sliding back and forth over my clit.  I was slowly wanking him and trailing bites across his collarbone.  “So, I reached into the drawer for his lube and pushed him back onto the bed.  ‘I don’t know what I’m doing,’ I said.  But he said he knew we’d be fine.  So we slowly undressed each other as we kissed, and I trailed my hands all over his body.  I slid my hands up his thighs and in between his legs.  I had never touched back there before, but once I did, I didn’t want to stop.  So I kissed across his chest as I put some lube on my fingers.  I took one and ran it around and around his hole until I finally pushed just the tip in, just as I bit his nipple.”  And Ron bit my nipple hard as he slid one finger inside me.  I moaned and threw my head back, grinding my hips against his finger.  “Harry moaned, just like you did, and I slid my finger all the way in.  I worked it back and forth, in and out, and slowly added a second finger after I felt him loosen.”  Ron slid a second finger into me, and brushed his thumb back and forth over my clit. 

I was already breathing hard, both from Ron’s ministrations, and from his story.  I hadn’t been this turned on in a while.  “Merlin, Ron!  Keep going!”

“So, when I felt he was stretched enough, I pulled my fingers out,” which he then did to me, “and I slicked up my cock with lube.  Then I looked Harry in the eyes and I slowly, slowly slid into him.”  Then Ron positioned his cock at my entrance and slowly slid in.  I whimpered.  “Yeah, Harry made that sound, too.  So, once I felt he had adjusted, I pulled back and pushed in again.”  Which he then did to me.  “Then I did it a little faster.”  Which he then did to me.  “Then I went harder and deeper.”  Ron’s voice was husky and his hips were rising off of the couch, thrusting into me hard.  “And the noises he was making!  It was incredible!  And then I tilted my hips differently, and, Merlin, Hermione, he fucking screamed!”  And Ron changed his angle and started pounding straight into my G-spot.  And, yeah, I screamed.  How could I not?  “Then, it was the most amazing thing.  I took his cock in my hand and stroked it all of three times, and he was coming, and screaming my name, and his muscles were rippling around my cock, and I came so fucking hard.  It was the most incredible thing!”  As he said this he stroked my clit exactly three times and I came screaming his name.  He followed right behind me, pumping his hips up until he had wrung out all of his orgasm.  We sat there, still intimately connected and breathing hard. 

“Fuck,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Ron smiled.  “That’s what Harry said, too.”

I looked at him, and then giggled, which is fairly uncharacteristic for me, but some situations warrant the giggle.  “So, you’ve just kept it up this whole time?  Why didn’t you get together with him?”

“Hmm, well, it wasn’t really like that.  I mean, it was, but we both wanted women, too, and families, and we knew we’d always have each other.  And when he married my sister he officially became family anyway, so… I don’t know.  I wanted you.  But I’ll always have Harry, too…” he trailed off and looked down sheepishly.  “Hermione, I know this must be weird.  I’ll stop with him, okay.  I only want to make you happy, and I can’t do that.  I’ve been cheating on you ever since we got together, and you deserve better.”

I looked at Ron.  He had always been the most caring, attentive, wonderful husband and father, and how could I deny him this one thing that was in no way, shape, or form affecting our marriage?  Besides, it was Harry.  “There is no one better than you.  And… you don’t need to stop.  I don’t really feel like you are cheating on me.  You were with him before you ever got together with me.  And, well, it’s Harry, Ron.  Doesn’t feel much like cheating, does it?  And, Merlin, it’s not like our sex life has ever suffered because you were getting it elsewhere!  Just, no more secrets, okay?”

Ron stared at me in disbelief for several seconds.  Then he literally shook himself and said, “You are the coolest wife on the face of the planet.  Not only do you catch me cheating, but you encourage me to continue it, and get off on it when I tell you about it.  That’s weird.  Maybe.  Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I am.  But Ron, let’s not let Ginny find out!”

“Oh, well, no.  As I would die.  Because she would kill me.”

“Too right she would!” I laughed.

Ron stared into my eyes for several minutes, happy grin on his face.  “I love you, Hermione Weasley.”

“I love you, too, Ron Weasley.”

The End!!

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