Summary: Harry's sick and, for the first time ever, a little
needy.
They stood
at the top of the stairs, a mixture of hazy early morning light and candlelight
illuminating them in the hallway. Ron's hands were on Hermione's hips, and
Hermione's hands clung to the back of Ron's head. Both heads were tilted,
though opposite ways, as they snogged heavily.
The two had
moved into Number Twelve Grimmauld Place to look
after Harry when the war ended. Though Voldemort had been defeated, the price
their side had paid in lives had been steep. Harry barely went a night without
nightmares, but the daymares were the worst. The only
thing that really helped him was having his friends there by his side, all of
the time, and the three grew closer in every way possible. And their times
together were more than magical. Ron and Hermione had been officially dating
for about two years but realized that they really didn't work as well without
Harry. So even after Harry made his full, albeit slow, recovery, Ron and
Hermione stayed put.
"Ron? Hermione?"
They
separated and froze. Ron's expression asked 'Do you think he heard us?'
And
Hermione's replied 'He couldn't have.' She looked about. "I don't see any extendable
ears."
"So you
don't think we woke him?"
She shook
her head.
"Guys?" Harry called, again, and the two quickly headed back
down the hallway to the bedroom.
Harry lay
on his back, lounging against pillows in bed. He wore a pair of Ron's pajamas,
white tops and bottoms with a few maroon stripes running lengthwise and the
letter 'R' embroidered in script over the breast pocket. The pajamas sat a
little wrong on him, too long in some places and too tight in others, but Harry
didn't seem to notice. Harry rubbed his eyes and then put his glasses on,
blinking at them as though to ask why he'd been left to wake up alone.
"Morning,
Harry," said Ron, gently. He climbed up onto the bed at the foot of it and
crawled up to meet Harry at the top. He curled his body into Harry's, with a
leg bent and resting on top of Harry's lap.
"Sorry we
weren't here," Hermione apologized, getting up onto the other side of the bed
and kneeling beside Harry. She pressed her hand to Harry's forehead, feeling
the faint traces of the lightning bolt scar under her thumb. Then she moved
closer, forehead to forehead. Neither method really helped her gauge his fever,
but both brought her close enough to hear his breathing and feel his warmth. "You
only fell asleep an hour ago. We were planning to make some breakfast before
you woke up."
"Only an hour?" Harry asked. He sniffled and rubbed at his
nose. "No wonder I still feel tired. Sniff!
And sniffly."
"You had a
long day yesterday out in the field," Ron said. "And with a bad head cold on
top of it... You really should take better care of yourself, you know." Ron
rubbed a hand up and down Harry's chest, comfortingly.
Harry
laughed. "Why? That's what I have the two of you for."
Hermione
kissed his cheek in confirmation. "Then I say you need breakfast."
Harry
nodded. "I am pretty hungry." He rubbed the side of his hand under his nose. Then
he pitched forward, hand covering his nose and mouth. "hahhChoo! Hah-ahhChooshh!"
"And you
need more Kleenex," Ron decided. He pulled a few from the nearly emptied box on
the bedside table and handed them to Harry. "We'll be right back, okay, Love?"
"Don't take
too long." Harry turned onto his side, snuffling into the tissues, curling up
under the blankets, and closing his eyes. Hermione tugged the blankets up to Harry's
chin and patted his head.
Hermione
and Ron quickly and quietly left the bedroom again. This time, they were not
distracted at the top of the stairs, and went straight down to the kitchen. The
two hurried about, rushing to get breakfast together as quickly as possible. But
after Hermione forgot to turn the stove burner on for the teakettle and Ron
burned the fourth piece of toast, they slowed down a little.
Hermione
ended up doing most of it, and spilled some hot water on the front of her pink
bathrobe in the process. Ron found an unopened box of tissues in the downstairs
bathroom and then he helped Hermione carry the two trays upstairs.
They found
Harry just as they had left him, but fast asleep this time. Ron sighed. "So glad that we rushed." He set the trays down on the bed
and then sat down on the bed, cross-legged, beside Harry. He ruffled Harry's
unruly, dark black hair. "Harry?" he whispered. "We brought breakfast for you."
"Hshh, Ron!" Hermione
chided in a whisper. "He needs his sleep."
"What about
us?" Ron laughed. "We were up all night with him."
"Well," she
said, taking off her bathrobe and hanging it over a chair by the window so that
it would dry. "Maybe we should try to get some sleep. We can always heat the
breakfast up a little later."
Ron nodded.
"But as soon as we lie down and get comfortable, he'll wake up again all sneezy
and hungry... and needy." He sighed. "He acts like a big baby when he's sick."
"Most men
get that way, Ron," replied Hermione, walking over to the bed in her long-sleeved,
button-down nightgown. "Remember how needy you were when you had that toothache
last year?"
"Thought we all agreed never to speak of that. Besides, I that was an awful toothache. Harry—"
"Harry's
got an awful cold," said Hermione.
"But he was
always so self-sufficient," argued Ron. "Never complained when he didn't feel
well, barely even mentioned it when his scar was hurting, for example. So why
is it now he keeps..."
"Acting like a baby?" Both Hermione and Ron looked down to
find Harry awake and smiling with amusement. "Thanks so much, Ron."
"Aw hell," Ron
sighed. "I didn't mean it like anything."
"Oh, yes
you did!" Harry laughed. He reached over and immediately attacked Ron's tummy
with tickles. Ron wiggled around, trying to escape, but Harry did not let up
until Ron admitted that Harry wasn't being a baby.
"Boys,
boys, boys," said Hermione, shaking her head. At the first sign of trouble she
had pulled her wand out from the pocket of her bathrobe and aimed it at the
trays. The simple, first year levitation spell kept them safe, hovering a few
feet above the bed and out of the way of Harry and Ron. She got into bed as
well, then lowered the trays. She took one on her lap,
and directed the other onto Ron's lap. Harry couldn't be trusted with a tray,
especially not at the moment.
"hah-Ahshoo! hahhKShoo!
Sniff! hahhShoo! Hehh... hehShoo!"
The first had escaped him freely, but he clamped a hand to his nose and mouth
for the other two. Ron quickly retrieved tissues for him, going straight to Harry's
nose for him. Harry sat, sniffling, while Ron tended to him, even holding the
tissues while Harry blew his nose. "Thanks," Harry whispered afterwards.
Ron barely
batted an eye as he balled up the tissue and pitched it towards the waste bin
not too far away from the bed.
Hermione
poured tea for them all, and added the honey, lemon, and sugar in correct doses
to the various cups before distributing. Ron immediately went for piece of toast
and jam before offering Harry the same. Hermione rested her head on Harry's
shoulder as they ate and drank, and Ron ate more than his fair share, as usual,
but was also incredibly quick with the tissues whenever Harry needed them.
"You know,"
said Harry, as breakfast wound down. "I can't remember the last time we were
all three home together like this... hahh... during the
day- thanks." He accepted another tissue from Ron. "hahhShoo! Ahhh-Hehshoo!"
It was
true. On the occasional day when they were all off from their respective places
of work, there were always chores and errands to run or people to visit. Today,
however, Harry had obviously called in sick, Ron had
done the same after so little sleep the night before, and today was a Saturday
so Hermione did not have work.
"It is nice
being home together, isn't it?" Hermione said, clearing away the trays and
dishes, but leaving behind the extra box of tissues. "But I'm sorry it's
because you're not feeling well, Harry."
"Yeah," Ron
added, "Cause if you were feeling better, we might... well... enjoy our time
together a little more." He leaned closer and kissed Harry's cheek, in case
Harry somehow missed his point.
Harry blew
his nose and then sniffed, trying to get himself in order. "As long as you two
don't mind me sniffling a little bit... I think I could manage a little of that
enjoyment of which you speak."
"Really?" Hermione asked, kissing
Harry's other cheek.
Harry
nodded and turned a little to his right. He slipped several buttons of Hermione's
nightgown out of their holes and plunged a hand in. It slid down and cupped one
of Hermione's soft, heavy breasts. He rubbed his thumb over a nipple and she
sighed. "Oh Harry..." She got that look in her eyes, that spacey, dreamy look,
and she moved her gaze from Harry to Ron, and then back again to Harry. "Ron?"
she whispered. "Are you?" She began to reach over Harry, towards Ron, but
Harry's hand was already there, reaching under Ron's bathrobe and boxers.
So Hermione
pulled her hand back a little and untied the drawstring around Harry's waist. Her
hand was cool, and he gave a start at it at first, but then it warmed to his
skin. It traveled about under his clothes, petting, rubbing, stroking. Harry
stirred at her touch, but was somewhat distracted.
His right
hand was still engaged with Hermione's breasts and his left was slowly stroking
Ron's hardening cock. But he needed badly to sneeze. His nostrils flared, and
he whimpered. He didn't want to stop, but... "hehhh!" his nose...
"It's all
right," said Ron, tissues in his hand as though he'd pulled them right out of
the air. "I've got you covered, mate. Go ahead and give me some sneezes."
He got them
to Harry's nose just in time. "hehhShuhh! Heh-ahShoo!
Sniff! Sniff! ahh... hahhh-HAHShoo! hehChoo!
Sniff!"
"I love how
you always sneeze in two's," remarked Ron. "Makes it so much
easier to... ohh... oh God, Harry! Yes!" Ron
groaned as Harry's hand paused in stroking to squeeze Ron's testicles, then circle a thumb over the head of Ron's cock. There was
already a drop of moisture there, and Harry used that to his advantage while
rubbing. "Harry," Ron whispered finally, with a warning in the tone of his
voice.
Harry
nodded. "Me too," he whispered to both of them. Hermione slowed her rubbing of
Harry's cock, then pulled her hand out. She began
tugging up the folds her nightgown while the men helped each other off with
their clothes. Harry left his top on, but stripped Ron out of both bathrobe and
boxers.
Ron reached
over and cupped Hermione's cheek tenderly. Then his hand trailed down... further
and further... until his hand found her crotch and his first two fingers slid
inside her. She inhaled sharply, then let it out in the form of a sigh as Ron
slid the two wet fingers back out, rubbing them against her clit. "I want," she
answered, breathlessly, nearly bucking against his hand. She looked at Harry
then. "Are you sure?" she asked.
He nodded
in earnest. He lifted his head a little to give Ron a kiss. Harry took in the
sight of the man, from pale skin and freckles to gentle eyes and fiery red
hair. Then he turned fully onto his right side and took Hermione in his arms. He
buried his face in her bushy brown hair and held her close as he tired to find
the way Ron's hand had gone, just moments before. He sniffled a little bit and
held his breath as he navigated. But then his cock slickly slipped into her. Ron
took the time to get the bottle of lubrication from the nightstand. After
establishing that Hermione was wet enough, he slicked his own cock with a
generous amount. He waited for Harry to get settled, then
eased his way into Harry. There was a moment or two of grunting, but then Ron
was in and Harry gasped in pleasure. Ron pressed himself up against Harry's
back, holding Harry tightly, covering the back and top of Harry's head with
kisses.
The covers had
been mutually kicked down to the foot of the bed, or pushed off the bed
altogether, and Harry had shivered slightly at their loss. But now that he was
immediately sandwiched between his two friends, he was warmer than ever.
With a
familiar rhythm, they began. Harry slid into Hermione with a thrust, and when
he pulled out, Ron took him from behind. This time, perhaps because they knew
Harry wasn't feeling well, Hermione and Ron moved even more than usual, keeping
the routine but gradually increasing the pace as they went along. Harry held
Hermione close and felt her heart racing against his chest. He felt Ron's
strong arms hold him safe and tight.
It was
Harry who came first, as always. Thrusting into warm, tight depths of Hermione
and feeling Ron's strong strokes fill him from behind at the same time was far
too irresistible. He kissed Hermione's neck and cried out unrestrainedly as he
came. Ron quickened his strokes almost impossibly, and leaned forward. Hermione
lifted her head and Ron caught her mouth with his own in a wet kiss that lasted
the duration of his orgasm.
Ron
collapsed against Harry's back, his breaths quick and hot as he recovered his
senses. Then he carefully pulled out of Harry, but continued to hug the man. Harry
likewise withdrew from Hermione, wincing a little as
he maneuvered his spent cock. Harry and Ron both looked at Hermione expectantly,
but she was beaming and nodding at them, and they both relaxed fully.
Or almost fully. "hahh-Ahshoo! H'Shoo!" Harry
directed then both into a pillow, but coughed and whimpered as soon as they
were over. Ron rubbed Harry's back and handed Hermione some tissues. She wiped
Harry's nose for him, then kissed his forehead. "Thanks," Harry said again. "Um,
sniff, I gotta
have something to drink."
Ron jumped
up to get some and Hermione fought with the covers from the foot of the bed,
trying to get them back into place. She finally gave up and got off the bed to
take care of the blankets. Ron returned with some orange juice and Hermione
tucked both of them into bed, then squeezed back in,
as well.
"You should
try to get some more rest," Hermione told Harry.
Harry
nodded. He stopped drinking and swallowed. Then his face fell again. He reached
out and Ron handed him another tissue. "hahhhAhshoo! HuhShihh!" Harry blew his
nose.
"And that
ends that box," Ron said, taking the used, balled-up tissue back, stuffing it
into the empty box, and tossing the whole thing towards the trashcan. He missed
by inches but Hermione had her wand out again and directed it, and a few other
tissues which had missed the target, into the bin.
Harry
slumped down further under the covers and closed his eyes. Hermione removed his
glasses. Ron broke open the new tissue box and handed a tissue to Harry, just
in case. Harry sniffed, rubbed at his nose, and nodded a thank you to them
both. He felt the two snuggle up to him, one on each side. "Thanks... and sorry
for being such a baby. Sniff! It's
just that... I've never had anyone to look after me like this before. I didn't
realize how nice it was to have that when I'm really not feeling so good." This
earned him kisses from both sides, and more snuggles on top of that. "Sniff! Does that mean you'll both be
here when I wake up again?" he asked. "Pleeeeeease?"
The kisses and snuggled turned instantly into tickles.