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Chapter one:

Realization 

HARRY POTTER WAS 17 when he first walked in on Hermione and Ron having sex.

It was an accident, he swears. 

He remembers stepping out of there shared tent , telling both his best friends that he just needed a moment to think, let them know that he was going on a walk around the river closest to them.

It was during war that time, all three of them on the run from those who are trying to kill him and finding and destroying the other horcruxes that can help them win the war.

Stakes were high, people were tired and exhausted and just so damn ready for it all to be over. 

When Ron had walked out, away from him and Hermione during a bad argument, Harry can recall the sinking dreadful feeling he has felt then. The guilt and shame of dragging them both out there had ate him up until Ron had caught up with them again, looking sheepish and guilty.

He remembers telling Ron later on  that night after Hermione fell asleep how sorry he was that he had to go through this, and had offered for Hermione and Ron to just. . . Go back. Live there lives together side by side and to just forget about it.

He also remembers the shock that has settled over him when Ron has fiercely and sternly told him that he wasn’t leaving his side ever again. That he and Hermione had chose to be here with him. Because they loved and cared about him dearly.

He cried then, the tears falling from his eyes uncontrollably and the sobs falling from his mouth because he was so reliefed to hear that. It was like a breath of fresh air for him. To know that the two people he has came to care about the most plan on sticking by him when this is all over. 

If he survives of course.

He can remember  how Ron had pulled him in as he cried, head buried in between his shoulders and neck because it was grounding to be held in that very moment, to not be along in his anguish and fear. He remembers the smell coming from Ron. How the smell of wood and rain was over-powered by his scent: the smell of cinnamon and something spicy. He couldn’t but help the inhale he had taken during his gasp of sobs fell wetly from his lips, or how he had melted against Ron. He recollects the memory of Ron running his fingers soothingly through his hair, how his finger-tips scratched at his scalp ever so gently ans the press of lips against the side of his head.

He had felt whole in that very moment as relief and something so strong and forceful makes its way known in his heart.

He had fallen asleep against Ron that night, and woke up the next morning feeling content and bitter all at once when he sees Ron cuddled up with Hermione once again.

Days later, with Harry quietly walking back to their campsite, he steps into the tent they made bigger to fit all of their belongings and three people into. It was just like a mini apartment if Harry had to explain it. 

Maybe, he was too focused in his own thoughts - -oblivious and ignorant - the fact that Ron and Hermione were having sex.

He barely takes a step into the tent before He realizes the wet sounds coming from inside. And as his eyes snap up to look,  and stares at hermione bare back as she grinds down on Ron.

Harry is frozen in place as he can’t take his eyes off bother of them.

 a breathless moan falls from Hermione lips as she moved up and down, brown kinky curls flowing down her back, almost reaching her tail bone. 

As if hypnotized, Harry’s eyes wander across Hermione skin,  brown and smooth in contrast to pale white skin of Ron as he grips on her waist.

“Fucking hell.”

Ron’s voice is rough and hoarse even in a whisper as he  lifts his own hips up to meet Hermione’s, who wimpers soundly.

It’s quite obvious right then and there that they are- were trying to be quiet and quick about this moment of intimacy before Harry found his way back to the campsite. 

Harry’s heart picks up as he watches the way Ron grips harder on Hermione’s slim waist while also leaning upward to grab the back of her neck, pulling her down into a frenzy kiss.

Harry can’t see either of their faces but he watches with a dry mouth and a hardening cock how Ron picks up his pace and begins to really pound into Hermione’s body, giving and taking pleasure as he does so.

His mouth waters as he watches  Ron’s dick moves in and out of her, how Hermione’s  ass literally jiggles as the impact against Ron’s thighs make a smacking sound along with the wetness of Hermione’s pussy. He feels his own body weaken as his eyes zoom into his Ron’s cock is glistening with Hermione’s juices , how  both of their thighs are slick with it and fuck , he can tell that Hermione gets really wet during intercourse and that turns him on more than he could have ever imagined.

He can hear Hermione’s muffles cried of pleasure being swallowed down by Ron’s dominant kiss against hers, how She grasp into the arm that is holding her down and digs her nails into his skin. And even so, he can see the tremor Running through her as she meets Ron’s thrust with her own grinding.

Harry can’t help how he grips his clothed cock, how his mouth opens on a silent moan of his own as he feels how hard he is, as the can already feel the telltale sign of ore-cum soaking through his boxers as he watches the scene in front of him.

Ron let’s off from their kiss with a wet obscene smack and moans so loudly is makes Harry shiver, makes his cheeks flush even more so.

“Q-quiet baby.”

He hears the strain in Hermione’s voice as Ron continues to bounce her up and down on his seemingly big and thick cock.

“You feels so good, love. So fucking good, Mon.”

He states instead, out in the open as if to reassure her.

And it makes Hermione whine at the compliment, makes her push back harder against the thrust with enthusiasm, wetly gasping out.

“I’m close- Ron, I’m-!”

And Harry staggars back even as Ron literally tug Hermion down to kiss her again just as he shakes and tremble from the orgasm she has, as he hears her muffled cry of release just as Ron’s apparent release hits to.

But Harry is already walking fast, staggering away from the tent, and further down  the line of where the river is, where he barely find himself behind a tree, un-zipping his pants and tugging them along with his boxers down enough to grip at his swollen cock.

“Oh!”

He gasp out. Eyes rolling back at the first touch and  thrust his hips into palm, the pre-cum making the slide slick and wet.

He thinks about Hermione. How her body effortlessly rolled along with Ron’s. How her beautiful dark skin has glistened, how her wetness had made a mess between them.

He thinks about Ron and his firm hold onto Her, how he initiated the pace. How he moved her up and down, the dominance clear within the moment.

And two things go through his mind as he cries out his orgasm that hits him so forcefully all the sudden that his knees buckle.

Does he want to be the one to be in Hermione’s position, with Ron fucking him, or did he want to the one fucking Hermione.

Shit.

He tries to catch us breath then, swallowing at the saliva that had collected inside his mouth noiseless and closes his eyes.

Shit.

he put himself back together quickly , mind racing and heart pounding once against as the realization comes to him full force right then and there.

He quite liked both boys and girls very much. And of course, wants to be with both of his best friends.

And he had no clue what to do with this information.

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        Harry Potter is 19 when he finally decided to call it quits with Ginny Weasley.

Well, it was more of a mutual arrangement of sorts but Harry was the one to sit Ginny down first.

It was just… not working out how he truly wished it had.

He did care about her. Loved her in his own way. But… not the way she probably wanted him to. 

After the war ended, Harry practically accepted Ginny as his the moment she was the on to throw her arms around him and kiss him senseless.

It was one of the rare moment Harry wasn’t thinking of pain and suffering. And he held onto the moment for so long- using it as his drive to begin a true relationship with her.

And at first, it was good.

Until it became a distraction of something he’s been trying to shove down since he was 17.

Until it came to the point where every time he looked at her, he could see her brother staring right back him.

He was torturing himself staying in the relationship and he sure wasn’t doing Ginny any favors by just going through the motions. She deserved better then that.

Harry can’t really explain to her why or how it just stopped working out for him, but he is honest about his sexuality, which does shock her a little.

“I would have never thought! When did you know or come to the realization?”

She had asked and Harry can’t help but blush a little at the question. He tells her the age he was when he realized it and she seemed even more confused.

Neither speak about how that was during a time of war, pain and desperation on all fronts.

That night, he finds himself taking polyjuice and making his way into his first gay club.

He’s nervous.

He’s never thought he would find himself in this position. Where he felt so helpless but desperate to just feel something different.

He thinks about the image of Ron pumping his cock in and out of Hermione and feels the telltale sign of arousal from in his stomach and settle there.

He wonders how it felt for Hermione. How it felt for Ginny the handful of times they found themselves doing it.

He knows and felt the pleasure of being inside of a female. How tight they can be and how wet they can get when it’s super good. He knows how hard it is to pull out before coming and how amazing it feels to be allowed to stay inside of cum inside. He remembers the blissful state both her and Ginny were in afterwards. The buzz of sex flowing through their blood and under their skin like a warm blanket.

And also wonders and imagines how it would feel to be the one to get fucked. To be the one getting entered and feeling that immense pleasure, or discomfort some females and males have felt in such positions.

He fingered himself plenty of times before when Ginny wasn’t around, trying to get the feel of his own body and own pleasure.

It was awkward and uncomfortable at first, feeling how tight he was and how much work he had to put into it for the pleasure to finally come with it. And as he continued to sneak and feel himself like this, the more he imagined of someone taking him like this.

He tried to imagine blank faces and hard bodies when he does it. He tries to imagine strangers, faces he doesn’t necessarily recognize in that moment. How tight there grip would be on him as they pounded him, how thick and big their dock would be as they enter him.

It was had him moaning into his pillow everytime. But the faces he saw  is what always pushed him over the edge. Eyes as blue as the ocean  and hair as red and orange as a carrot always popped up into his mind. 

“Fuck, you’re so good for me Harry.”

Ron would probably groan into his ear  all breathlessly as he took pleasure that Harry was offering him

That would always give him such an intense orgasm to the point that he felt boneless and left shaking and gasping for air, fingers sticky from the lube he had used and cock spent.

He always felt guilty afterwards. Like he was cheating on Ginny with her own brother and that left such a shameful and beautiful taste in his mouth.

So, after all that, here he was, standing in a semi-empty corner with his second fruity drink in his hands and trying to relax his mind and body before he goes searching for who he wants to take his virginity.

Some may find this to be unsafe or unhealthy but Harry didn’t really care about their opinions. Nor was it like he was coming out here exposed and open with that he was freaking Harry Potter. Plenty of people go out in hopes of going home with someone or taking someone home. Why can’t he do the same? He’s a single man now.

Plus, no one knows that he’s even out here.

 a few people catch his eyes but only one person sticks out to him for some reason.

The guy wasn’t super special and magnificent just after,  but he was definitely attractive and he’s been giving Harry looks for quite some time now.

He had wavy brown curls and even with the distance between them. Harry can see that he had very pretty blue eyes.

Almost like the color of the sky but lighter and that had Harry paying attention.

Ron had blue eyes

His minds offers him which he completely ignores as he gives the dude a shy but inviting smile. That must have been the dude's clue to make his way over to where Harry was.

Harry expected for himself to be so nervous and anxious when it actually came down to it. However, whether it was the alcohol or just the fact that he had a sudden boost of confidence, he wasn’t scared or nervous.

“You must be new around here. Never seen a pretty boy like you before.”

Harry feels himself blushing at being called a pretty boy but laughs a little at the name. 

“Yeah, I am. Just accepted a few things about myself.”

 The man in front of him smirks a little and Harry finds himself tilting his head up a little at the man's height.

Screw his fathers and mother average height genes. He was 5’9 and 5’10 when he decided to wear dress shoes.

“Yeah?”

The man's voice was raspy and deep and that alone sent a pleased shiver down his spine.

“And what would that be?”

Harry bites his lip and looks at the handsome guy for a second and thinks-

“Fuck it”

“Just that you should definitely take me home and fuck me.”

Harry  never knew or figured he could pull off a sultry look or tone but watching how the mans’ eyes darken considerably tells him he’s successful.

“Sounds good to me.”

**

it was good. Really good

Ray- that’s his name- wasn’t as rough and clumsy like he pictured it would be in such situations like this.

they moved quick but efficient and Harry found himself grateful for it just as much as he found himself wishing for it to last.l so he can savor this moment as best as his tipsy mind would allow him.

Ray was thick and Harry, even after several minutes of prepping, had to breathe through the discomfort he felt for a solid minute before he slowly and deliberately started to move his hips.

He vaguely wonders even through the pleasure of Ron was as thick as a Ray-

“Fuck.” He gasps out as the movement is picked up  and Harry unconsciously arches his back and chases that feeling of his prostate being rubbed against.

Harry quite likes the position of being on his knees and taking it from the back.

It was a haze of pleasure and moans and Harry finally felt like he could let go.

“Yesyes yes -“ He finds himself moaning out loudly and suddenly he feels himself spurting come and having an intense orgasm.

Harry stumbles and staggers out of Ray’s place with a simple thank you and phone number on a piece of paper shoved in his pocket.

“If you ever wanna do this again, available.”

Harry doesn’t think he will find himself calling Ray, although he is definitely great in bed.

Harry gets home mostly sober with a letter waiting for him on his kitchen table.

He doesn’t pay attention to writing of who it might be as he opens it with a dated body and buzzed feelings.

The letter was short and straight to the point.

“Ginny told us. Congrats on coming out I guess. Me and Hermione plan on visiting tomorrow afternoon.”

-Ron

And for a second, Harry feels that sharpness of shame and guilt eat up at him just as much as the anxiety he is having right now.

Ron doesn’t seem necessarily surprised but disappointed in the letter.

And that alone leaves Harry being helpless as he had all those years ago when he had died.

he definitely won’t be getting much sleep tonight.

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        Harry is up around 9:00 in the morning, feeling anxious and jittery and scared all at once.  He definitely didn’t get enough sleep to deal with the possible negative outcome of this.

He made sure to send a very well-deserved letter to Ginny of how disappointed he was that she told others without his permission. He asked if there was anybody else that knew of his sexuality because of her. Yes, he was very much being petty and at the time, feeling angry and fear, it felt good to give her that god jab through that letter.

Now, he just feels so tired and sick of it all. Ginny had no right to tell either of them about his sexuality. They broke up because they were simply drifting apart and Harry believed there was no way to fix that. Ginny herself had even admitted that she knew it wasn’t going to work out  during that agonizing long conversation about their relationship.

Harry had thought they had broken it off on decent terms. He had thought that being honest with Ginny about  his sexuality was the very first step of him finally opening up to himself just as much as it was opening up to others.

Now he feels silly and regretful.

He knew he shouldn’t look at this at the worse thing though. He did plan on telling Hermione and Ron.

Eventually.

He knows they’re not judgmental about people. He know that they are more than likely going to to welcome him with open arms and not make a big deal about it and his heart flutters at the thought of it but…

He knows how the muggle world looks down on homosexuality and such. He knows how “unnatural” it is deemed to be within the muggle community for many people and he witnessed first hand what homophobia is like by the likes of Vermon as a child growing up.

He heard nothing but bad things about boys being with boys and girls being with girls from him. The man would always spew his hatred and distaste for those who were in same-sex relationships to the point of Harry himself finding himself to be disgusting for looking at another boy with interest was wrong.

He hid that part of him for years, even throughout Hogwarts in fear of being judged and taunted at until he longer could with accidentally walking in on his two best friends having sex.

Let alone that the two in question were the main reason for him to realize that it wasn’t just intrusive thoughts going through his head at times. That he genuinely looked at girls and boys almost with the same curiosity of one another.

He really really doesn’t want this to turn into some big mess where he loses both of the two main people that have been there since the beginning.

He can’t handle that pain, as he is still trying to heal from the war itself.

Losing them would be like losing apart of his soul.

He just stands where he is and breathes for a second, closing his eyes and steadying his breathing before he inhaled and exhales.

He does this for another moment, until he feels his beating heart calm down and his nerves settle down a lot more.

Ron and Hermione are not like Vernon or the bigoted muggles he’s come across. They are just probably the most understanding people that he knows that wouldn’t judge him for who he is attracted to.

He does wonder how differently the wizard world reacts to same-sex couples. As, he is still new in the scene of sorts when it comes down to being open about it.

He feels himself blushing about the tipsy one-night stand up of dude that took his anal virginity. How good it had felt, despite it being a complete stranger being inside of him.

There is a hint of shame and regret hidden behind the pleasurable memories he has there and decided not to tell neither of his best friends that story.

He goes through the basic steps that morning:

Eat. Clean up. Relax.

And by the time flop roars to live in a way to say he had visitors, Harry just starting to get comfortable in his little study with a book in hands.

He hurries down stairs with nerves increasing and eeriness spreading.

He catches both of his friends talking quietly to themself in the living room area.

Harry stumbles a little as he always did when he finds himself looking at the two people before him.

They sure did grow out of that childish high school look within the last few years of graduating.

Hermione’s hair flows more stylish and naturally curled down her back, brown kinky curls framing her oval face. Brown skin shines and glistens as she moves her body towards Harry, soft curves flowing as she does so.

They meet each other’s eyes and there was nothing but warmth in them as she gives Harry a smile.

“Harry.”

He states softly as she moves away from Ron to grow closer to Harry.

Harry smiles sheepishly at her, not speaking exactly as Ron steps closer as well.

Ron as filled out quite considerably over the course of a year or so. Lanky body now more broad and toned than ever before, now absolutely taller than Harry and hovering over him as he is now sitting at 6’2.  His hair is longer also, now reaching a little past his shoulder blades and kept into a small low ponytail.

“Hi.”

Harry breathes towards both of them, hands clasped together in a form of anxiety getting to him once again.

“How is the store going?”

Ron asked in a conversational voice.

Harry brightens up a bit at the mention of his bakery shop he was finally able to open up just a few months ago. He had tried being auror, right along with Ron after  they had all taken their Newts. But he was barely able to get past the first week of training before he had a breakdown.

All the pain and suffering he went through all throughout his childhood, he decided that he can go without more pain and suffering.

So, we went for the next best thing in his life. And that was cookong.

“Business is good! I already have a handful of  regular customers that come in at least twice a week. I’m actually working on a new cupcake recipe.”

Ron hums in acknowledgement as he makes the first move to sit down on the sofa pressed up against the wall.

Both Hermione and Harry follow after, Hermione pressing up against Ron so naturally that it makes Harry’s heart sting with envy and warmth all at once. He sits down next, putting a little distance between them as a reminder of what’s to come next.

It’s quiet for a tense second before Hermione speaks up.

“So… is it true?”

The two both look at Harry expectantly, both pairs of eyes locked onto his own and Harry knew there was no way talking himself out of this conversation, no matter how terrified he was of the outcome.

He inhales and exhales, dropping his down onto the floor.

“Yes.”

He mumbles quietly, voice wavering and soft even to his own ears.

Harry couldn’t bring himself to look back up at the two most important people in his life, scared of what their expression may look like. Of the disappointment edged into their eyes and disgust prominent-

He feels a pair of slim arms wrap around his neck and  curly hair  rub against the side of his face and neck, the scent of cocoa butter  and peach fills his nose.

“Oh Harry, darling…”

Hermione mumbles as she shoves up closer towards Harry as she hugs him tighter, her body practically on top of him.

He must have been in shock to not notice Ron move closer either, finger running swiftly through his own brown wavy hair with endearment through the touch.

“What-“

He begins, minds and body catching up to the fact that they  seem happy and relieved about his official confession.

He meets Ron’s eyes and the red head just smiles at him, fingers just  rest along the back of his head.

“You wanna know what me and Hermione figured out together?”

Hermione sits up straighter, entangling her arms from Harry but not moving back, a east and gentle smile on her lips.

Harry just blinks, looking back and forth between the two.

“What?”

“So are we.”

Oh.

That definitely wasn’t something that Harry would hear during this conversation. 

His wide eyes unblinkingly staring at the two, mouth gaping open as he takes in the information.

“I- seriously? You’re not like, fucking with me just to make me feel better?”

Hermione grabs his hand. Her eyes are still gentle and sincere as she answers.

“No! We would never joke about something as our sexuality, let alone on a topic or day like this! It… it came as a surprise for me too.” She reaches behind her and Ron grabs at her hand, squeezing tightly. “For both of us actually.”

Harry can’t help a startled laugh to fall from his lips, body drooping shock and relief and happiness all at once.

“Wow. That’s-  this is great! I’m so glad to hear this! When did you guys, um-”

The couple looks at one another, having a silent conversation with one another before looking back at Harry.

“Let’s just say… I shouldn’t drink much anymore  because that would’ve been a huge mess  to deal with afterwards.”

Ron speaks up next, a hint of a smile in his voice.

“I promise to tell you later.”

Harry Hums, ones of his own smiles forming on his face as  the three fall into regular conversation with a hint  new territory.

Harry sends them off with a fresh batch of coconut and cranberry muffins a few hours later, as Hermione did have a later shift at St. Mungos.  Ron was off for the next few days and he promises to come back tomorrow to tell Harry all the details of how they comes to the conclusion that they are both very much bisexual.

And by the time they’re gone and Harry is by himself once again, he feels a sense of childish hope and curiosity eat at his inside.

But even so, even so…

He doesn’t like wishing on something that may just be in his wildest dreams.

The two may never even look at him in any type of intimate way. They may never look at him like they look at each other, with love and affection being evident in their eyes.

Besides, who would want a man that can barely deal with his own emotions, let alone magic at times? Who wants to deal with him waking up from nightmares screaming his voice harsh to the point of him being unable to speak for the day. Who wants to deal with him, who brings a  loaded package of negativity and pain with him?

It makes Harry feel like he’s worthless and not worth their time.

He can… he can deal with being friends and friends only. He can manage that. Hell, he’s already been doing it for the last couple of years. He should have no problem going on for as long as he needs to until he can find a way to get over it.

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Later on that night in Ron’s and Hermione’s little  apartment, the two are sweaty and naked, laying tangles up and around one another as they catch their breaths from the sex they just had, Hermione still trembling from the two orgasms Ron was able to  get from her.

Hermione will never know how fucking good Ron has become at simply fucking her but she finds herself never displeased with him in the bed, no matter how many times they do it or if they do it everyday. It will always leave Hermione buzzing with excitement and love knowing Ron is assertive and adventurous in bed.

“Fucking hell, Monnie .”

Hermione giggles and presses up closer against him, smiling al devious and gentle as she presses a hot kiss against Ron’s collarbone.

“At Least we both know where we stand on the thought.”

Ron huffs as she tugs Hermione even close to him to where she’s practically on top of him.

“To even think that we can have Harry all to ourselves is nice thought alone, baby.”

Hermione hums her approval, smirking at Ron’s words.

There was so much unspoken about Harry being with them. About Harry joining their relationship as if it would be the most easiest and obvious thing in the world to them.

So many times where he’s brought up into their intimate conversation and such but it was still all so new and unspoken .

But it’s all just that.

Unspoken possibilities and puppy-like  hope and curiosity all jumbled up into one for the both of them. 

A conversation they may actually need to have soon if they ever plan onto pursue it.

For now?

It was just one big wild dream to even wonder if Harry looked at either of them that way.

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Harry Potter woke up with a minor headache but an extremely dry mouth.

It took a moment to realize what woke him up was the floo buzzing, persistent and annoying to Harry’s ears.

He groans and rolls out a bed, and having to lean on the railing for how he almost stumbles and falls down.

“Damn. I couldn’t have drunk that much! I remember getting home safely.”

He thinks, even as the memory of  leaving the couple’s apartment well past 1 in the morning after having two rounds of sex before he decided it was fine for him to go.

Don’t judge,okay? He’s just having some fun!

It was another night out at one of the lgbt muggle clubs, polyjuice of course,  and found himself lucky to come across a couple looking for some fun that night. Harry was more than willing and already two shots in, feeling more relaxed and flirty than usual.

They were good, very attractive people too, so it was very much a bonus.

He even learned a few things that night.

That for one- after getting fucked from the hunk of the man with black hair-, girls also had straps that they used to give their partner pleasure.  And it was a pleasant surprise to know the girl knew how to work the thing against his prostate, which made him come from shock and intense pleasure.

He had to leave with a slurred but pleased goodbye and a hopeful ‘maybe next time’ comment before dipping and leaving the two there.

Definitely something he probably should have eased himself in but he really didn’t want to see into his sexual exploration with being able to be intimate with both genders.

The floo buzzes and rings again, and Harry could tell that whoever was on the other end wasn’t gonna give up until he opened it up.

He makes his way down the stairs of  his two bedroom apartment, something he becomes very fond of and attached to instead of staying in Grimmauld Place.

And sure, although Harry did still rightfully own the building and still visit there from time to time, his apartment that he bought with his own money and decorated with the help of Hermione and Ron was a place he will always find himself coming to.

He gets into the living space and moves his hand swiftly to open up the floo again, now that he is up. 

It still comes  to a shock for Harry of how powerful he truly is. The windless magic he displays on a daily basis still leaves him reeling and wondering.

Harry Hears who it is before he sees them.

“I am so so sorry, Harry.”

Comes the voice of his ex, who is now stepping through the floo  in a ripple of magic and standing in front of him, her brown eyes filled with sadness and regret.

Harry feels his heart sink at seeing her right now, just as the shame and irritation eats at him.

“Hello Ginny,” he starts hoarsely, clearing his throat and turning his back on her to make his way into the kitchen. “Would you like some tea?”

He can hear her right behind him.

“No, I’m fine I just- I want you to know that it was genuinely an accident.”

He finds himself pausing as he reaches for his favorite tea brand in the cabinet, having to stand on his toes to reach for it. Damn Ron with stupid height.

He drops the package down beside him and sighs quietly before turning to face her.

She only stands a few feet away, looking at him with those sad eyes of hers and all Harry can do is feel exhausted about the entire situation.

“Ginny, how do you slip up and tell Ron and Hermione about my sexuality. I thought you would have been smart enough to know that that wasn’t something for you to tell.”

Ginny let’s out an exaggerated huff.

“Harry! You know I didn’t mean it like that! Look- it just came out, okay?”

Harry finds himself  even more irritated than before. He knows Ginny means well and never intentionally meant to cause any drama and harm from telling the two most important people in his life.

And although it went quite well, with a surprise added to the conversation, it’s simply just that it could have gone a completely different, and less pleasant way. 

He could have lost both of his friends in one  unwanted setting. 

“No, it’s not okay Ginny!”

Ginny opens her mouth to speak up but Harry interrupts her quickly.

“I could have lost both of the two people that mean more to me than my own life! There is a chance of me having a fall out with both of them and all of that could have been avoided if you just kept it to yourself!”

Ginny shakes her head, pink lips pressed into a grim line as she listens to him.

“Harry, please understand that I would never intentionally just speak about anyone’s sexuality without permission, let alone knowing your comfort zone. I… I honestly was hurt after our breakup, Harry.”

Harry is a little surprised at hearing this, but allows Ginny to continue.

“And yes, i know we both came to the conclusion that it wasn’t working out, you were the first boy I ever found myself falling in love with. A-and I guess I was sad letting that go.”

She glances up at Harry before dropping her gaze.

“I still am.”

Harry squirms a little, not sure how to feel about this information but not wanting to judge her for this.

“And like I said- it was an accident. I found myself visiting the two and having a drink or two… or three and got a little tipsy from it. I just… started to ramble on and on about how cute used to be and how we could be and so just… it just slipped out I guess during my pity party.”

Harry feels his shoulders drop and the hostile behavior drop lower as he listens, the shame and understanding eating up at him.

“I know that this isn’t an excuse whatsoever and I understand how dangerous it can be for outing anybody in the LGBT community. I truly truly am sorry. If it makes you feel any better, Ron made sure to take me straight home and made a promise to not blabber on about such things to random strangers or anyone for that matter until you were ready.

I just know that this could have ended terribly for you and I am sorry.”

Harry let’s out a loud sigh, dropping his head and looks down at the ground.

“It’s… it’s fine Ginny. I get it. I.. I know we have been through a lot together and you will always hold a soft spot in my heart. This situation just really set my nerves on fire, you know? I can’t stay upset with you for long but I do think we will need some time apart.”

Ginny gives him a shaky but sad smile, meeting his gaze head on.

“Yeah… maybe you’re right. We did break up after all. It’s probably a little weird for both of us at the moment.”

All Harry could do was give her a Smile that didn’t really reach his eyes.

He turns back to grab a small pot and pours some water in it and puts it on the stove, not looking at her once 

“Yeah…”

It’s quiet for a moment and Harry can’t find the strength to look back up and speak again.

There is hesitation for a moment longer before Ginny  speaks up in a quiet tone.

“Goodbye Harry.”

He listens to her leave with a twinge of magic flowing through the house she enters the floo once again.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and closes his eyes over the hurt and  resignation he knows he’s caused in her.

“Goodbye Ginny.”

He says gently into the open and empty air.

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        Harry was tired.

He leans against the counter and just breathes a small sigh of relief, the upcoming headache slowly growing as he tries to take a breather.

“That bad, huh?”

Harry grunts, before turning his head a little towards the voice.

His lone worker stoop with her hands on her hips, looking down at him with a sympathetic smile on her lips.

Her name was Alice and she was still in college, as far as Harry can remember when he interviewed her for the job. She was muggle born but her cousin was half blood, so she had basic knowledge about the wizarding world. 

She was a sweet girl who had got her baking skills from her own mother, who used to be a pastry chef. She was good and efficient with following recipe orders and also adding her own little touch Harry liked that.

He has grown quite fond of her in the last month she’s been working here as his only employee. His shop wasn’t that big to higher more than two-three people at a time but business has been steadily busy since he’s opened up and he knows he’ll need to get another person alongside her soon before he am relax and focus on any new recipes.

He’s usually relaxed and in an amazing mood when he works. But he had a rough night last night.

Waking up from a nightmare where everyone he loved and cared for died was repetitive but will always leave him scared and exhausted afterwards. He  only got a solid four hours of sleep before than and couldn’t bring himself to go back to sleep.

He’s dealt with these plenty of times-nightmares and dreams that leave him on edge. But he never seems to be able to just let go of them.

It still feels to real. Even after years of the war being over. The aftermath of it all, the deaths, the people he lost… it still hurts to think about.

He goes to therapy once every week. It doesn’t get rid of the plaque that has grabbed onto him, but it does give him relief knowing he’s not alone with his trauma.

Hermione and Ron are also going to therapy. different therapists of course but all the same, they are slowly healing just as well. 

Alice sighs a little before straightening up and making her way towards the door.

“It’s about time for a break anyway. I know you’ve been at it since 8 o’clock this morning. It’s not pass two in the afternoon.”

Harry give the girl a soft tired smile. She was too sweet for her own good.

“I might actually just close up for the day. Not really feeling up  to serving any more customers with this headache.”

Alice cooed as if he were a baby needing coddling but shook her head in understanding. She locks the door and flips the sign around from ‘ open’ to ‘ close’ . 

“Hey, I know you’ve only been here since 9:30 and like the hoursI usually give you and I’m sorry for sending you home early today. I’m opening up tomorrow afternoon through the evening and won’t close up till 9.”

“If you’d like, you can come in  and open and leave  at 5:30 or 6. I will be closing.”

Alice's brown eyes light up even more, a huge grin covering her face.

“That sound fine with me, Mr. P! I’ll Be in a 11:00 to set up the displays.”

Harry hums in affirmation and turns back around to the register, now getting read to count it and close it down.

He hears the rustling of Alice grabbing her things and setting the days display of sweet and savory treats back in their small packages.

Just as he’s finished with the counting and closing down the register, Alice comes up beside him.

“Okay, Mr. P! I’m gonna go ahead and leave, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Harry says bye and once she’s is out the door, he wandlessly locks up the door and shades the windows to be tinted, as a sign to say that no one was here is some passerby comes around and ignores the locked door and closed sign.

it’s only been a couple of months since opening up his building and he still hasn’t set up any official bourse just yet. As popular as the bakery has gotten, the flow isn’t super steady as he’d like for it to be.

Part of that reasoning is because of him, with hours varying depending on his he clarifies himself ready to work or too tired, or lazy to get a move on.

He’ll have to sit down and actually write down a couple schedule for his business and himself if he wants this go to well.

Harry heads to the back and starts cleaning up the flour and other ingredi that was left out off the countertop and on the floor, throwing trash away and putting stuff in their rightful place.

He moves as quickly as he can muster with a headache, trying to not make as much noise as he does so. He regrets not taking a quick dose of pick-Me-up before heading to work.

He’ll just have to work quickly then, so he can get home soon to get some and rest.

Before he knows it, he finished and leaves his little building, double checking to see if everything is locked up and turned off before apparating to his little apartment.

as soon as he’s inside, he feels a pressure of magic inside and falters for a minute. He stays silent and holds his breath, wracking his brain on who he thinks have made it past his locked wards to get inside of his place.

The panic rises within him when he suddenly remembers that he never locked up his wards after rushing out of her this morning.

The alarm bells are going off and for some reason, he can’t even seem to move from his spot. His eyes dart in almost every direction, body rigid and mind on overload as he think think thinks -

There is a freak in the wood and Harry inhales a breath, stuttering on making any other sound as his eyes go wide with fear.

Someone’s here. Someone is inside of his apartment. And it’s all his fault for being so fucking reckless-

“Hey mate! I didn’t realize you would be back so soon! I wanted to surprise you and figured you had a few hours left but…”

Ron’s voice trails off as he makes a presence in the opening  of the kitchen and living room. That bright smile falls off as he takes in Harry’s posture.

Ron sets into action quickly.

He tosses the hand towel onto the eating table as he takes long strides towards Harry, face now pinched into his own worry as Harry eyes stay locked onto his.

“Hey hey, Harry. Are you okay?”

Ron is now hovering over him now, only a few inches apart from him as his eye searches for any sign of pain.

Harry swallows loudly, taking another loud gulp of air as he does and fills that panic and tension slowly drop back down into the pit of his stomach and dying off for now, eyes closing.

he will never get over the war it seems...

“Shit, Ron. You scared me.”

He says instead of answering his question.

“Yeah… I figured since your wards were still open that you’d be home but when au came through and realized you weren’t, I thought that it would be a good idea to treat you with a small home cooked meal for two.

Guess I definitely should have asked first or gave you a warning. Fuck Harry, I’m sorry.”

Harry shakes his head and let’s out a humorless huff of laughter.

“You’re fine, Ron. Just… I just freaked out is all.”

He mumbles as he glanced back up at Ron before dropping his gaze back down.

it was quiet for a minute and as Harry focuses, he can now fill how familiar Ron magic was. And how he wraps around his body and mind like a blanket waiting to be snuggled in tighter.

It makes Harry realize how on edge he was  today. How he couldn’t even sense his best friends magic signature because of the nightmare that still has itself hold onto him.

“Hey.”

It was spoken softly just as Ron grabs at both of his arms but doesn’t squeeze. He rubs warm hands up and down, from his forearm to his wrist a couple of times before he tugs Harry against his chest. Harry closes his eyes tightly and tries not to sob at the gentleness.

“I’m right here for you Harry. If you wanna talk about it, you know you can come to me anytime.”

Ron has always been a affectionate, touching person.

Someone who always felt the need to touch, grab and poke at someone while expressing his love and care for them. Harry experienced that first hand when they were both children at Hogwarts. How Ron would  latch onto him or a Hermione when he was feeling down.

Or how he would allow others to latch onto him if they were having a bad day.

Or how he would do it simply because that’s what he was used to.  It had shocked Harry at first. How much affection someone could show and display towards others until he met the rest of the Weasley’s and it all clicked to him then.

And even now, with Ron holding and hugging him against him, Harry feels of sense of loneliness and envy.

Because Hermione received this from Ron  everyday they are together. Hermione gets to feel these arms wrap around her  and hold him against her. Gets to feel those hands. Rub up and down her back as much as she wants.

She gets to cuddle him and snuggle against him so intimately that is possibly second nature to her. That his touch his something that was almost given on the spot, not debated and received. And Hermione gets to do the same.

They get to have sweet and soft kisses with one another. Secret little pecks and long drawn out make out sessions and Harry ached more than anything to have what they had. To be apart of that love.

It makes Harry choke on a sob as he grips onto Ron’s shirt and huddles in closer. 

He doesn’t get this comfort and intimacy with him or Hermione as much as he would like.

Ron copes at him and run his fingers gently, rhythmically through his hair as they both just stand there and hug.

It feels nice.

But Harry knows he can’t keep doing this to himself...

“How about I just order something in for the both of us and we can just… catch up? I know we’ve both been busy these last few days.”

Harry shakes his head at the softness at Ron’s voice, but doesn’t let up his hold for a minute.

“Yeah,” he starts off before reluctantly letting go of the man he was in love with. “That sound good”

Hours later, when Ron has said his goodbye and Harry is alone once again, he calls Ray for the first time to see if he was available to meet with him.

Ray doesn’t even hesitate when he invited Harry over.

That night, Harry lets Ray have him in many different ways under the same poly juice and fake name he had used last time.

After the third time orgasm, Ray asks if he is staying over. For the first time during this act flog finding himself, Harry says yes.

He sleeps peacefully that night with hands and arms  decent enough to keep the nightmares away.

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Ron knew that he was in for a surprise when a month after coming out, Harry asked both Hermione and Ron to come over and meet a new friend of his.

He really didn’t know what to think but he sure did run almsot every possible scenario in his head for the rest of the week leading to the supposed meet-up.

It was to the point where he was distracted from his work and always had to snap out of it himself, or someone had to do it themselves.

It was embarrassing actually. How much this meet-up with his stranger was taking over his mind and thoughts,

Hermione told him she was pretty much the same way herself. 

As far as either of them knew, Harry was still “in the closet” with the rest of magical world. Harry said he wanted to come out on his own terms and Monnien and Ron were completely understanding.

Although both Ron and Hermione never outright came out as bisexual, there was talk months back about them leaving together with another couple intact from a openly pride club. No one bothered to ask for any information about that and frankly, Ron would’ve simply gave them all a hand and left them guessing and wondering.

This… felt different with Harry.

Not only was it seemingly an immense relief to know that neither Ron or Hermione were just dreaming, but that Harry was Bisexual and that maybe, perhaps- they had a chance.

But at the same time, neither of them knew how to bring it up to him.

Ron loved Harry very much just as much Hermione did. But Ron was the first to admit that he did in fact look at Harry in that way to Hermione after the war. 

He thought it would’ve ruined their relationship. And was absolutely terrified of Hermione breaking it off right there and going her own way. He would have understood why if that were the case.

But it wasn't the case. Hermione just gave him a sad smile and said ‘I know’ and kissed him silly afterwards.

Later that very same night, they both speak about how they came to the realization of them falling in love with their best friend and how terrifying it is to think that they truly almost lost him for good.

They also talk about how neither of them could make a move on him, as it may freak Harry out. Not only that, of course.

Ginny and Harry were back together and seemed to be stronger than ever. Especially Ginny. She stuck to Harry’s side like glue and rarely gave him a chance to escape and breathe.

Ron remembered it being a problem for a while. How Harry would look so relieved as soon as he got the chance to visit him and Minnie in their new condo. Harry actually admitted how he sometimes feels suffocated being around her and how guilt and ashamed he felt about it.

Ron remembers feeling a sort of pride go through his mind that Harry was comfortable with telling them that. He also remembers feeling a sense of resentment and envy for his own sister, who he loved dearly. 

It had looked at them and felt a weird sense… emptiness and jealousy 

And it was weird because Hermione was right there and he shouldn’t be getting this worked up over something was a fantasy of his. Something that he truly believed would never happen. Because Harry deserves someone not as emotionally stunted he was on the inside.

He deserves, peace and happiness. He deserves love so pure and innocent that Harry never falls into a depressive state as he done a handful of times before, because Ron or Hermione can’t always be there. Can’t always watch over there loving friend as much as they want.

Not only because of their own roles and positions in work, but because they are also wrapped up into one another like a never ending  vein going deep into the ground.

They did get together during a time of war and death and pain. And stuck it out even when both of them were shrugging to keep it together. They saw each other break down harshly. They also built one another back up afterwards.

And Merlin , Ron wants that with Harry just as much too. He wondered if Hermione feels and thinks the same when it came down to it. Or if hers were different.

Now here they are, dressing up for warm weather as they get read to head over to Harry’s.

Hermione’s hair are in braids, which flow down her back and stops at her tailbone, ends golden brown. 

She wore a simple red v-neck shirt and some black shorts that worked well with her toned thick thighs and ass. Some flattops on her feet. She was putting on some simple clear gloss on her lips when Ron came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. 

He presses his face against the side of her head, smelling the hint of peppermint oil in her hair and cocoa butter on her skin. She smelled like home.

Like his .

“You look good.”

He murmurs against her forehead as he presses a quick kiss against it.

She huffs and grabs at his arm before turning around in his embrace. She looks up into his eyes and gives him a sow lazy grin, shiny glosses lips stretching. 

“You don’t look bad yourself.” She mumbles before leaning up to give him a quick little peck on his lips before rubbing her thumb across his lips to sip off the stickiness.

He wore a short sleeved button up dress shirt with tan slacks with brown shoes on. Something nice and simple.

Besides, he doesn’t know the occasion but he hasn’t seen Harry in almost two weeks because of a case he was assigned to. He doesn’t mind dressing up when the three are able to hang out. Well, three of them plus one.

“Who do you think this new friend of Harry is?”

He asks out loud, face scrunching up as he wracks his brain for any information he could think of.

Harry isn’t out to the public yet, but he did admit that he’s been visiting the gay muggle clubs every now and then and it definitely been in the back of Ron’s mind since Harry had told

him. There was no more information other than that and Ron genuinely didn’t want to push Harry.

Besides, Harry is a grown adult. He doesn’t have to run everything to Ron or anyone else for the matter. Ron knows for a fact that Harry can very much take care of himself, despite him not even being out in the field. 

But… for some reason, he felt off about this and couldn’t put his finger on it.

Hermione sighs and runs her hand down Ron’s shirt, flattening it out as she does so.

“I don’t know… I’m sure it’s nothing crazy. We’ll just have to see.”

Hermione-always the thoughtful and calming one-always get Ron to calm down when his worry spikes up.

He sighs quietly and smiles down at his love.

“Yeah, I’m sure  you’re right. Let’s go.”

They open up their floo and send a quick message to Harry. Harry responds instantly letting them know to come right through, and that he’ll be in the kitchen.

The flames turn green then settle back down to gold as they enter the apartment, hands clasped together.

Before either of them could make it known that the were here, a figure came entering the living area, unfamiliar but seemingly smiling.

They guy couldn’t be no older than 25, Ron takes in, eyes scanning quickly over the stranger. Dressed in gym attire. But, it’s his eyes that take a hold on Ron. Those icy blue gems bore into his own eyes before they move to look over Hermione. The stranger approaches both Hermione and him.

“Hello! My name is Ray. I’m sorry for my wear. I just got done with a work-out 20 minutes ago and came straight by to finally meet you guys. I’m actually about to go and take a shower.”

Ray holds out his hand and Ron quickly takes it to shake it in a firm hold. Hermione does the same, giving the stranger the smile she gives to every unknown person around her.

“Well, hello to you Ray. My name is Ron Weasley and this is my beautiful girlfriend, Hermione Granger.”

They both give him a curt and polite nod.

Ray hums looking over the both of them with a reserved look on his face. But just as it’s there, it’s gone. Evaporating as his facial expression spreads into something more alike excitement forms. 

“It’s so glad to finally meet you two, truly! I better go ahead to take the shower before the food is ready!”

And then Ray is gone.

It’s quiet, except for a few pots and pans clanging together as Ron and Hermione both try to process exactly what this meetup is about.

“Hey, Ron? Hermione?”

Comes Harry’s voice, drifting over to them from the kitchen.

They both get a move on and quickly enter the kitchen, seeing Harry in his zone. 

Sporting an apron, Harry takes some fresh baked pasta dish out of the oven and puts two more things inside of it, potatoes and carrots still cooking in the pot on the stove.

The shorter boy turns around and gives them a bright smile, teeth showing and all.

“Hey.”

He mumbles as he closes the oven and walks over to them. 

He quickly pulls Hermione in a hug, kissing her cheek before hugging Ron, who has to bend down just a little as Harry really is still almost the same height as he was in school, only growing a few inches since then.

“Hey.” Ron speaks first as he lets go of Harry and taking a small step back to look down at his best friend. “So, who is that exactly?”

What surprises Ron is that Harry ducks his head a little and wrings his hands together, a dark blush flowing bright onto those cheeks.

For some reason it makes dread sinking into the pit of my stomach.

“Ray? Well, he’s um…”

It’s silent for a moment, everyone seemingly rigid as the tension suddenly sinks in.

“He’s my partner.”

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Chapter Seven: Envy

        Hermione swore that she wasn’t gonna freak out. Swore that she was gonna keep it together until she absolutely couldn’t anymore. She had told herself before even coming here that she was gonna look at whatever the situation was with an open mind.

And she did.

But now, she feels like fire is burning through her chest. Like someone is gripping onto her heart and squeezing as hard as they can to the point where she stops breathing.

“Partner?”

She asks softly, trying to stop how much her heart hurts at the explanation.

Harry has a partner. Harry has a partner . 

Someone that can hug him when he’s sad or just because they want to.

Someone that that can kiss him with all the affection and need that they could muster.

Someone that can crawl in bed with him and just pull him close. That can just hold him and make him feel safe and comfortable.

He has a partner-

“ Uh, yeah.” Harry starts, which snaps Hermione back into reality. She blinks her eyes and focuses back on him. “Me and Ray have been talking about this for about a week and a half bf we made things official this morning.”

There is a small little smile on Harry’s lips, cheeks reddening in a blush that spoke volumes.

Hermione wanted to speak, wanted to voice her congratulations but she couldn’t.

How did this happen?

Hermione had believed that her and Ron had time to build up to the point where they can romantically claim Harry as theirs.

That’s probably where she personally went wrong. Harry wasn’t theres.

Never has been. 

They were both so relieved to find out that Harry was in fact bisexual. Ithey both had soaked in the solid thought that they had a chance.

They never thought about what this can mean for Harry.

They’ve been selfish and so entitled.

Hermione had to focus back onto reality once again once Harry begin scrambling around the kitchen, turning off the heat from the stove and checking the few dishes on the oven.

“So,” 

Harry starts , a tremble noticeable in his voice. He was nervous. Hermione quickly averts her eyes and checks out Ron, who is standout silently and stiffly. Against her sid, jaw clenched. 

“Now I have someone that can help me with the financial paperwork for the bakery. You guys know how much of a struggle it has been for thepast few weeks to gather every money data the bakery have received. Ray was kind of enough to want to join business with me. 

His lawyers are meeting up with mine and we’re all gonna sit down and make things official!”

Ron was the one to speak up first this time.

“Wait a minute, Harry. You mean, business partner? Not the… not in a romantic kind of sense?”

Harry squeaks and ends up hitting his elbow against the countertop, hissing in mild pain as he spins around to meet their eyes.

Green eyes are wide and an even deeper blush takes place across those freckled dark cheeks.

“Romantic- okay, I get that Ray is really attractive and we may have had sex a couple of times-“

“What?!”  Ron chokes out but Harry continues to ramble and explain what he meant.

“But Ray and me are not together in that way.l

Harry glances towards the kitchen door and takes a breather before his shoulders sag a little. 

“Ray is actually a squib. Me and met a one of the popular LGBT muggle clubs. I poly juiced myself the few times we had sex but one time he straight asked me if I was a wizard. Said that he can feel the magic flowing off of me. Things kinda of went on from there. And now we’re business partners.”

Hermione wasn’t sure if she should feel embarrassed that her mind went haywire not even a minute ago or if she should feel extremely relieved that she took it wrong.

Hermione shakes her head as she takes it all in, leaning against the counter on her elbows as she meets Harry’s eyes.

“Ahh. That sounds great Harry. I’m glad that the bakery is going so well too.”

Harry beamed at her, his eyes twinkled and shining bright.

Fuck, why does he have to be so damn…cute?? Handsome! Adorable! All the above.

“I was kinda nervous at first because I didn’t know how you guys would feel about it but I’m happy you guys are supportive of me.”

Ron shrugs his shoulders and swipes his finger into a pot of mashed potatoes, and shoving that finger into his mouth. Ron hums his approval and both Harry and Hermione show their exaggerated disdain with their expressions.

Ron may have matured in a long run but some childish tendencies will never disappear.

“Well, you seem to think this Ray dude is someone you can count on. We may not know they guy that much and it’ll definitely take some getting used to new people in our circle but… we trust you and support you, Harry.”

Hermione shakes her head in agreement, leaning towards Ron and runs her hand down his back, looking back at Harry with a soft smile.

“Always.”

Harry shifts his eyes between both of them and their is a slight tremor in that gaze before it settles.

The shorter boy smiles all wide now, huffing as he makes his way towards them.

“I’m am so happy I met you guys.”

He throws himself in their arms, making them all chuckle and smile with pleasure and ease.

“Me too, love.”

Hermione murmurs as she turns her head and presses a swift but firm kiss against his hair. He smelled with bread and cinnamon. 

Hermione loved him so much.

The meet up went by fairly smoothly. 

They were Able to have a proper conversation with Ray.

Hermione didn’t want to admit it out of pettiness but… Ray was a nice solid guy. He seemed to have his life together and is currently working on his political science degree while also balancing and helping out his parents with their bank.

He was a sweet guy about all the silly question Ron had through his way and Hermione appreciated that. Harry or Ray may not have noticed it, but Ron was really interrogating the poor dude.

Hours passed and things were friendly. Relaxing even.

Seeing Harry so in his element while he excitedly speaks about their time at Hogwarts and all the adventures they found themselves in made Hermione internally smile from happiness.

She knows that Harry struggles to this day with his nightmares from the war and the sudden memory flashes he gets. 

They all struggle and mourn but Harry had it worse.

Always taking things on his own and rarely ever asking for help.

But they’ll be here for Harry no matter what. Even when he struggles to ask for help or anything for that matter. They’ll always be silently waiting and sitting on the side until Harry makes his way towards them.

Things end with the trio seeing Ray out with open (and reluctant) smiles on their face.

Harry speaks first when they’re alone, turning towards them with hopeful and wide eyes.

“You really like him?”

Ron and Hermione glance at one another, silently communicating and analyzing the questions internally.

Ron speaks first.

“He’s definitely a well put together guy, Harry. I don’t see anything wrong with him.”

There is a hint of bitterness in the last sentence that Hermione could hear clear as day and would’ve said something but Harry looked relieved more than anything.

“Thank Merlin!”

He claps his hands together, leaning in towards them.

“I really wanted you guys to like him. He’s been treating me with respect since I met him and I really like that we can also be partners.”

“Also?”

Hermione catches this as she shift and ruffle Harry’s hair only because she could. 

“Well,” Harry starts, his hand rocking up to rub at the back of his neck. “This all began because we slept together. I think… that I’ll like to keep doing that.”

Both Hermione and Ron are quiet.

Hermione figured that the intimate part of their friendship wasn’t just dismissed after making plans to be business partners. She caught onto how Harry leaned into Ray and how Ray looked back with calm affection.

She expected to feel completely hurt and broken but in all honesty, now? She’s feeling a little relieved.

I don’t own him.

She reminds herself fiercely.

And neither does Ron .

but she did have to ask.

“You dont think this will affect business in the future? If you continue to have sex with him?”

She steps into Ron’s space now, leaning her entire body against him, right arm coming up to smooth her hand down his back. As if to ground him back down to the conversation at hand.

Ron was the first person to admit his feelings for their friend to her. The first person to break down in front of her in fear and say that it hurts that they can’t have him. Because during that time, Harry was still straight. He was someone off limits for the both of them. Someone that he could touch in the ways that he wanted.

and they were gonna be fine with it. They ducked it up and moved on and continued to be the best they can be for Harry because that was as much both of them could offer.

Now knowing that they have a chance with him- that there is a small possibility that they want them too-, this hurts more than it probably should.

“I thought about that at first but… no I don’t think it’ll change anything. Me and Ray aren’t official and we both kind of come to a mutual agreement that our relationship outside of the bedroom is simple. No strings attached type of thing. It… he’s very helpful and patient with me. I really like that about him.”

Ron sighed, his shoulder dropping a little.

Then he stands up straight and step into Harry’s space. He makes the shorter boy look at him before speaking.

“All we want is for you to be happy . Are you happy?”

Harry seems to hesitate for a second, something flashing in his eyes before he answers.

“I.. I think so.”

Ron shakes his head, giving Harry his best smile  before taking a step back.

“That’s all that matters then.”

Harry figits a little , looking at both of them with reluctant but calm eyes.

He gives them a small shaky grin.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Half an hour later, they don’t talk. They just climb into bed and hold onto one another tightly.

“Everything will be fine, baby.”  Hermione mumbles against Ron’s skin. 

Ron holds her closer, burying his face into her hair and inhaling. A way to calm himself down.

“I really hope so, Monnie. I really hope you’re right.”

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CHAPTER EIGHT: RELEASE 

        Ron is surprised that they even went so long without touching each other.

On top of their positions at work and dealing with the worry of losing Harry perhaps forever.  Either Ron or Hermione have found themselves to be in the mood for play time:

They tried a week back. Both tired but horny, they tried to claw each other's clothes off but ended up falling asleep before anything could go down.

It was funny, really!

Because in the midst of work and the stress,  they have been talking about Harry and worrying for his sake that they have not even realized that their touched never lingered long enough for any sex to be on each other’s mind.

“I don’t think this is healthy.”

Ron had admitted softly one night,

They both had  come home from a long shift and just wanted to be wrapped up in each others embrace.

“For either of us to put Harry first in this way. I… I just feel like focusing on something that’s not likely is damaging us in the long run.”

Hermione was quiet for a bit before she’s shuffling and turning around into Ron’s arms. Brown eyes blink up at him as she looks at home closely.

“You’re scared.”

Ron doesn’t deny it.

“More than anything. Not only to possibly ruin the friendship we’ve built together but… losing him because we couldn’t keep our mere crush and attraction in check would end me.”

Hermione hums, leaning on and pressing her lips against Ron’s chin.

“Except,” Hermione runs her fingers up Ron’s arm and back down, nails scraping softly, suggestively.

Ron visibly shivers.

“Except it’s not just a mere crush with him, now is it?”

Hermione leans away, only to pressing her lips against the side of Ron’s mouth.

“We both love him more than simply being friends . We both want to love and cherish him and spoil him and give him everything that he truly deserves, hm?”

She breathes out the last part before kissing his mouth, leaning into his body until Ron is kissing her back.

He groans when Hermione licks into his mouth and lets her in. 

The peak of sexual interest and seduction takes over him as he soaks in Hermione’s warmth and touch.

He enjoys when she’s assertive in what she wants from him.

Ron hums as he wraps his arms around her torso and for a second, he forgets what they were talking about. Kissing Hermione was like lighting a fire under him sometimes. Her ability to get him to think of other things in the midst of serious topics with just one kiss will always leave him high and dry.

She pulls back with a smack of their lips  and Ron helplessly leans in for more. 

“We love Harry.”

She says calmly, he tone dripping with lava and candy , lips hovering against Ron’s.

“We love him and we want him as ours one day, right?”

Ron clears his head a little, arousal slithering it’s way into his stomach. 

“Yes, we love Harry. There is no doubt in that.”

Hermione hums, a sly grin plastering on her face.

Ron knows that look very well. It presents itself when she either does a great job at work, or when she comes up with a great plan.

“So…” she draws out, leaning in to give Ron a peck on the lips before saying; “why don’t we show him?”

It made Ron visibly shiver once again just as she climbed on top of him and ground her hips down against his pelvis. Instinctively l, he grabbed her waist and thrusted up  against her, the sleep concern he was just feeling edging way and being reformed with curious arousal.

“Show him?”

He asked as he watched Hermione tug off her  sleep shirt, her nipples hardened from the sexual play they have going on.

“Hmm,” she starts as she leans up against Hermione chest so she can take off her shorts, tossing them aside along with her shirt, leaving her in a lacy green thong. Ron’s cock was definitely throbbing from the sight and feeling of her. “Yes, let’s show our sweet Harry what we can offer him.”

Ron brings her down into a deep, claiming kiss, now being the one to lock into her mouth and taste her on his tongue once again. Groaning as their tongues meet in a dance. He pulls away wetly, panting a little as he rub harsher against her, making her mouth open into a silent cry of pleasure.

“Yeah? How do you suggest we do that?”

Hermione oozed seduction as she eases her hand inside of Ron’s boxers and pulls is thickening hard cock, hand  warm as she strokes it with practiced presition that makes Ron thrust up into her hold.

“With our words and actions of course.”

Once to full on hardness, Hermione was quick to line her self up and pull her pantries aside as she slides down, letting out a shaky moan as she goes down slowly.

“Shit! No matter how many times we do this- I’ll never get tired or used to your size, baby.”

Ron curses as her heat surrounds him, slick sucking him in invitingly as she goes down all the way until her ass meets his hips.

“You’re so right, Mons.” He hissed outbthrough clenched teeth as he thrust up into her and groans loudly as her walls flutter around him.

“Just think about it, baby,” she starts with a gasping breath as she begins to move on top of him, setting the slow pace. “Can’t you imagine having him like this? With us in bed?”

It makes Ron throb.

He thinks about what Harry’s like in bed quite often. He wonders and imagines his reactions to being touched like this. To being inside him more often than he probably should. He wonders if Harry is a loud moaner or a silent orgasm.

How tight he would be.

“ Fuck.”

He says out loud, mouth dropping open at the mere thought of it as he grips onto Hermione tighter.

She laughs pleasantly, the trilling sound drifting into gasps and whines of pleasure. But she doesn’t stop talking.

“Or about how nice it would be just to hold him? To kiss him and just be there for him? To have him any all and any way he would allow us?”

Ron couldn’t say when their pace picked up, but by the sharp slaps of skin and the fluttering of Hermione’s pussy, he can tell that it picked up considerably.

“ Ah- we can have him baby. He can be ours if we just finally tryyyy-oh!”

Hermione eyes rolls back as she suddenly orgasms as she presses down against him and it sets Ron off, a surprise cry leaving his mouth as he gums inside, her pussy tightening and fluttering as he does. He grips onto her hips and clenched his teeth as the wave of release overwhelms him, thrusting into her twice before he says with a gasp back down. Hermione falls on top of him, her breathing shaky as she gets tries to catch her breath.

“Fucking hell, woman.”

Ron finally says in a teasing awed tone.

“Mmph.” Hermione lets out, laughter easing out. “That was so intense.”

Ron, doesn let go of her but wraps his arms around her waist more comfortable,kissing the side of her head.

“Are you… do you really want to try and do this?”

It was a serious but open question. One that they both been internally asking themselves for quite some time.

To try to pursue the very men that led them all to their victory in a 30-year long wars the very men that they had somehow found themselves falling in love with during that time of grief and mourning and rebuilding.

Hermione shuffles and Ron swiftly shifts out of her. A quick silent spell has them both cleaned up and refreshed, clothes both now back on as if they didn’t just have sex a minute ago.

Ron’s getting really good at his wandless magic, something he had to practice on with him being an Auror.

“Yeah,” Hermione says, her eyes looking up into his with open honesty and genuine love and openness. “Yeah, I think we should. No more hiding in the background and hoping for some damn miracle. Might as well fight for the boy we love, right?”

and in the silence of the night- as they both hold onto one another-  their mutual understanding is heard.

“Right. Let’s make Harry ours.”

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Harry woke up hard and panting, the dream he was just having fading slowly as he soaks in and remembers that last scene.

Ron behind him, gripping onto his hips as he eases in deeper and deeper, so slowly that it makes Harry tremble at the stretch, the feeling of being filled. Hermione in front of him, legs spread open wantonly as she rubs against her clit with her middle fingers, almost teasingly, even at the sign of arousal shown against her thighs.

He was so close to her pussy, cen smell her and it had his mouth watering, the need to bend down and just have a taste almost overwhelming as Ron bottoms out.

Hermione let out a soft stuttering breath as Ron groans as he bottoms out completely. 

Harry almost cums from the feeling, eyes rolled back as he takes in the feeling of Ron inside of him. So thick, filling him upperfectly. Harry wonders if this is how Hermione feels when she takes his cock.

“ There you go,” comes Ron’s voice, drifting over Harry like a warm blanket. He feels those hands rub up his back as he tries to settle in his hold, hole fluttering uncontrollably, baring down against him.

he makes a strangled sound when Hermione runs her fingers in his sweaty hair. She coos  and leans in to press her lips against his cheek bone.

“Merlin, you really are pretty like this.”

They made Harry arch his back as he closes his eyes and soaks it all in.

There his.

HIS-

Harry feels like he’s on fire as he stumble me out of his bed, panting out heavily like he is starving for water.

He gets his sleep clothes off while simultaneously turning on his shower. The water isn’t even warmed up yet when he steps under the water. He lets out a breath? Shuddering at the cool but warming water. His cock is still insanely hard and he can’t help but grip it and tug.

He unconsciously leans against the tile wall as he jerks himself off, the realistic feeling and Ron inside him and surrounding him and the imaginable smell of Hermione’s arousal made the pleasure so intense that he was coming just a few seconds later.

As he pants against the tile and lets the water run down his back and legs and thinks about how he hasn’t had a dream so intense like that in months .

It was so realistic. It felt like a vision of sorts really. 

Hell, Harry can swear that he still feels both of them against him. Can still smell them and hear them.

“Fuck.”

He huffs out, feeling exhausted and boneless l, despite the fact that he got good sleep last night.

He gets ready, feeling winded and exhilarated, body buzzing on post orgasm.

He’s almost working just on auto pilot and he drifts in and out of reality. Almost like he was walking on a cloud. 

Work kept him busy but it was slow. Slow enough that he ended up closing two hours earlier than usual. 

He moves around almost robotically through the rest of his day with one thought sitting in the back of his mind. 

Every other Saturday night, him and Ron and Hermione meet up for drinks at the local muggle bar. Whether they saw one another that very same day, it didn’t matter.

It’s simply become routine after graduation from Hogwarts for the three. It was something that allows them to see one another as often as they can, as all of their career paths are fairly different and their schedules don’t align well with one another.

Harry looks forward to it every time. 

Tonight though, as he gets ready, he feels anxious and nervous for a reason. He feels as if  his nerves were set on fire and it gets him wondering what’s so different about this meetup that isn't like the others.

His magic… talks to him in a way.  He never really picked up on it until the war was finally over. He never found himself paying attention to it those handful of years of trying not to die.

He pays more attention to the magic in him now. How it glows or darken along with his mood and wavers when something feels off or settles down when there is no danger and things are calm.

Tonight, it seems to be jittery and glowing all at once. He didn’t understand it. He wasn’t sure what he needed to be conscious about this time but he did mentally make sure to keep a lookout.

He dressed up in something warm, as the weather is cooling down as fall enters. And summer leaves. Simple black slacks with a button down elbow length shirt. He makes his hair as presentable as it can be and apparates safely just two blocks away from the bar.

He's 15 minutes late and walks quickly to the locations.

It was busy, laughter and talking floating through the breezy atmosphere as Harry takes a minute to search for his party.

He caught Hermione first, standing at the bar and possibly ratting off her and Ron's order. He checked her out for a moment. 

She had on a tan linen shirt tucked into a green pencil skirt that hugged her curves just fine. Her hair was in it’s natural kinky curly state, cascading down her back in neat waves. 

She looks beautiful, as she always did. Dressed to impress as always.

He shakes his head, almost finding himself in a trance as he took her in, mouth dry and watering all at once.

That dream really is fucking with his head.

It only took him a few more seconds to catch Ron’s eyes, seeing that he was seated in the far corner of the bar where the warm lights  spread across the floor and tables. It looked like a somewhat quiet corner, with only another group chatting it up a few tables down.

Ron tilts his head as a silent way of greeting and lifts his hand to wave him over.

As he grows closer, he also takes in Ron’s attire. A black Button down dress shirt that hugged his arms and chest perfectly and tan slacks. 

He looked good also. 

Harry swallowed nervously for some reason. 

It wasn’t out of character for any of them to dress up during their meet-ups. But for some reason, today seemed different.

Special.

It made Harry conscious and nervous all at once.

 Heart hammering in his chest, he finally gets to their table.

“Hey.” He says, breathless and a little dazed with everything that he was filling right now.

Either Ron didn’t catch on to how nervous Harry was or ignored it for both of their sakes, Ron just gave him a small smile as Harry slid into the booth until he was pressing against the wall.

“Hey, you. Took you long enough to get here.” 

Harry sighs and gives Ron an apologetic look.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry! Today has been… weird.”

Ron raises his eyebrow but doesn’t ask any questions.

That’s one thing that still takes Harry for a loop every now and then. 

Ron doesn’t demand an answer when he finds something interesting like he did in school. There was no nagging and suspicious looks and questions anymore. 

The war happened and suddenly they all had to grow up faster than any of them could have asked for.

Now, Ron’s a lot calmer, thoughtful really. He’s careful. 

Harry thinks that training and becoming an Auror definitely also helped him with this new and approved mindset. 

Before Harry can think of giving him a shitty quick explanation, Hermione is bounding over with three drinks in her hand. 

She lays the drinks down and Harry can automatically tell that one of them is the sweet strawberry drink he’s loves to sip on when they come here.

She shoots them a quick smile before leaning into Harry and laying a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Hey, love. You’re late.”

Harry stumbles over his words, embarrassment shining through for a minute as Ron snorts.

“That’s what I was telling him, love.”

Harry shoots Ron a glare before smiling at Hermione as she scoots in and sits by Ron.

“Sorry.”

Is all he says, not in the mood to tell them how much he’s been working on autopilot after waking up and releasing himself from that intense dream.

Hermione just flips some of her hair back and grind back at him,

“No worries. You’re here now.”

Harry feels his heart halt for only a second as he blinks at Hermione. Her voice was so soft. sultry and calm that it made Harry pause.

Shoot. He hopes he’s not blushing too much.

But he can absolutely tell that there is something… charged in the atmosphere right now. Something almost strong enough to smell and taste.

He offers a weak hearted smile before speaking “Yeah, exactly.”

Things move on quickly afterwards, each of them jumping into how their week was and anything new to their already busy lives.

Ron and Hermione jump back and forth with the change in in their jobs, both sounding curious to see what happens and exhausted for the upcoming change that is coming both their way.

Harry sits back and soaks it in like cotton. He loves hearing about how they’re doing in their fields of careers. 

Because although Harry decided to go a different route that doesn’t surround magic, he still feels the connection through them. It’s a healthy dose of what would have been if he decided to stay on the magical path.

This doesn’t mean he doesn’t use magic or hasn’t grown closer to the world of magic. Just that he isn’t necessarily actively searching for it in every corner like he used to when he was still in school and it awed him to no end.

Merlin, have things changed.

And despite the wonder of what could have been going through his head and still learning the process of it all, Ron not Hermione ever judged him.

If anything. They constantly encourage him to go down the route which best makes him feel comfortable and good about himself.

And that has always been food. Baking was something he even like when he was with the Dudley’s. Something he weirdly looked forward too, despite the abuse he went through.

Being able to bake and cook almost everyday was comforting and natural for him.  He loved it with his entire being.

Both Ron and Hermione listen intently to Harry as he talks about trying out a new recipe for chocolate and raspberry pound cake.

It makes Harry’s heart squeeze in his chest. They’ve always been ready to hear what’s brand new (or old) for him and his bakery. Always asking to try any new samples and wanting to even go as far and learn a few recipes.

Tonight shouldn’t be any different than before.

But it is .

It’s… intense to say the least.

While the loving couple are trying to act normal and be nonchalant as possible, Harry can tell there has been a change in the atmosphere. It almost thick in the their around them as Harry takes in their anticipated auto. Something dark and bright all at once. 

Determination.

About what?  Harry can’t put his finger on it. Just that there attention hasn’t so far as lead away from him all night.

There is a buzz of interest more than ever in the air, and Harry almost drowns in it like the hopeful idiot he is.

He doesn’t want to think.  Doesn’t want to be wrong.

So, he carries on as if there isn’t anything different.

They laugh, crack jokes and just talk like they always do.

But Hermione’s eyes linger onto Harry’s and that slow teasing smile has showed itself more in the last few hours than he has ever seen before.

Ron is no better. He doesn’t even hide the fact that he’s looking. Doesn’t hide the interest he shoots across the table at Harry.

It makes Harry hot.

It freaks him out.

In the end, when they say their goodbyes and both of them a lingering  kiss on Harry’s cheeks, Harry’s mind short circuits.

He doesn’t like to hope. He doesn’t like to wish for something so strong only to be mistaken and let down.

He can’t allow himself to hope.

When he gets home, he calls Ray over. He lets Ray fuck him into the mattress until he can’t think properly.  

He asks Ray to stay and so he does.

He’ll keep pretending.

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When Ron got the news while filling out paperwork at his desk, he was quick to drop everything and apparates to the location of the attack.

Heart in his throat and anxiety and fear holding on to him, he burst open the door to the bakery. 

The first few people he sees are some senior authors he passes by on a regular basis, crouching by some mess by the counters, cakes and muffins spewed all over the floor and glass everywhere. 

Ron winces, his  heart not calming down as he quickly assesses the situation.

Someone had broken  into Harry’s bakery. Had absolutely trashed the place as they were looking for something that obviously wasn’t there. Said person then has set up a spell or trap on their way out. Anticipating for the owner to come in at a certain time to set up and open. This spell was to go off and set off multiple small blasts of air all around the bakery, making things explode all around, including the tasty treats ready on display.

Something that worked successfully. The place looked a mess. Glass and treats in every direction you look. Ron felt a twinge of sadness looking at it all.  Harry had worked so hard to set this up for himself, was so nervous and excited to have something to call his very own. Something he worked extremely hard for.

Who's telling how long it will take to get this place fixed back or when it will be authorized to open it back up. Ron knows how these things go.

Not only was Harry the main victim targeted in this attack, but so was his business. It’ll take time to make sure that they catch all perpetrators before Harry is able to open up again. 

It’s gonna break him.

Ron quickly makes his way to the first Auror he sees.  Senior Auror Johnson, someone who was one of the trainers when he first started the program a year ago. She rode his ass hard during those days, making him push himself and demanding he never stop trying even when he just wanted to give up.

He had the utmost respect for her.

“Johnson.”  He greets briefly. His eyes track around the room. Three Aurora total in the front? And he’s sure there are a few more in the back, probably checking up on Harry.

“Weasley.”  She chirps, giving him a tight smile. “You aren’t expected to take this call. We don’t want to…”

She trails off, allowing for Ron to pick up the pieces.

Right, Harry and Ron are close. Everyone knows that. It’s not usually ideal to work on a call like this when one of them is close to the victim.

Ron shakes his head tersely. “Right we’ll, let’s just say I’m here to check up on my friend. I’m not planning on stepping on anyone's toes. I just want to make sure that he’s okay.”

Johnson states at him for a moment. Maybe she picked up on that little lie about him not planning on helping out with this case. She shakes her head anyways, she tilts her head toward the back door.  He moves quickly after a thanks.

He enters the back doors to more commotion, but tries to pay it no mind.  Ron scans the kitchen until he sees Harry sitting down on the corner, hunched over as another Auror is seen asking him questions about the incident.

“Harry.”

Ron calls out, already moving toward him just as Harry looks up. Those green eyes widen with relief when he sees him,  body dropping even more as he sees a familiar face.

“Ron.”  Harry says just as Ron reaches him. The Auror is completely ignored at this point, Harry eyes on Ron as he reaches for him.

Ron meets him halfway as Harry throws himself into Ron’s awaiting arms.

There grips on each other is tight and firm. Harry let’s put a breath of air against Ron’s shoulder, a sign that he’s been tense and anxious with this entire thing. 

“Hey,” Ron starts, running his hands through Harry’s wild curls, smoothing down the mess before he pulls back a little, catching those eyes again. “How are you? Are you hurt?”

Harry shakes his head a little, letting out a shaky breath. “No, just shaken up a little.”

Ron looks him over. Even as he’s speaking, eyes analyzing if glass caught his skin or cut him anywhere. There was flour over his clothes and smeared chocolate along the chest and shoulder of his shirt.

Ron doesn’t say anything back after that, but does turn around to get a senior Auror's attention, hands still pressing Harry close to him.

“Does anyone know exactly who did this and why?”

The auror in close proximity stepped closer to the pair, frown pinched on his lips and eyes hard.

“We do not know who did this yet. The magic signature is very faint. Nothing we can pinpoint on just yet.”

Harry huffs, arms crossing over his chest as he looks around, probably taken in all the damage around them.

Ron once again feels the pain of sympathy and sadness for him. Harry had works for months, almost a year  planning and setting up this business for himself. Had stressed and ranted and doubted during that time and anticipated and grew confident as things finally were looking up for him. 

There are memories Ron is fond to remember as the opening grew closer and closer, watching Harry’s anxiety but pure excitement skyrocket up the roof. It was cute listening to him ramble about all the new recipes he’s been reading up on and testing out.

But now, things are just a mess, considering how long it will have to be shut down until the investigation is complete.

“We did find that although the magic signature is faint, there is No denying that it was dark magic used.”

There was hesitance that was clear in the aurors voice, almost like guilt.

Ron grew rigid just as Harry tensed up.

Ron looked down at Harry, watching as the color drained from his complexion as he took in the words.

“Dark magic? Is it…”

The unasked question was clear to both Ron and the auror's ears.

“There is no telling, Lord Potter. All we can promise you is that the investigation will start immediately and that we will find the culprit. We’re going to assume the supposed dark witch or wizard had done this in some form of warning. Of what is what we need to find out.”

Harry shook his head, unconsciously burying his body closer at Ron’s side.

“Um, ok. Thank you…”

“Auror Nickson, Lord Potter.”

“Please,” Harry says in a tired voice. “Mr. Potter is fine.”

The auror bowed his head in acknowledgment, glanced at Ron, then walked away.

There was distant noise as both Harry and Ron stood back and just looked over the damage. Ron found himself looking back at Harry as he watched those sad sad eyes wander over the damage done to his store.

Ron felt that feeling a relief was stronger than anything else.

Harry was okay and standing in front of him.

“Hey,” Ron whispered, grabbing on Harry’s hand and tugging him closer to him. Harry comes willingly, almost snuggling up closer to Ron. “ I’m glad you’re okay.”

Harry shakes his head, eyes briefly closed for a second.

“Just… taking it in. What this could possibly mean.”

Ron hums as he wraps his arms around Harry, pressing his mouth against the man’s temple.

 From what they know, the aurors  gathered up and tracked down  as many known and unknown death eaters there were after the war. After months of hitting a dead end after so many wins. The department has slowed down the search for more. The guess was that if there were any more death eaters, they were definitely in hiding. 

The Malfoys, specifically Lady Malfoy and Draco, able to get off  on parole with the Help of Harry himself, who spoke for them during both of their trials

It was good enough for Robards at the time. Ron still felt discomfort of the knowledge that there could very well be more of them out there.

“I know it’s hard to take in. But whatever the case may be. We’ll be ready.”

Harry doesn’t say anything for a while, but he  wraps his arms around Ron’s waist and buries his face into his chest.

Ron reacted accordingly and hugs him right back, ducking his head to press another kiss into the wild curls on Harry’s head. The trembling from Harry seems to subside just a little as they hold each other.

“I got ya, love.”

If Harry the pure emotion in Ron’s voice, he doesn’t react to it other than shake his head against the taller man’s shoulder.

“I know.”

Always.

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Chapter 11: 

There for you

Harry enters his living room to a surprising but  familiar sight.

Ron and Hermione were cuddled up together, asleep on his couch. Both dressed down in simple bed attire and wrapped up in a blanket.

They looked peaceful like this. Especially on his couch. 

Harry had tried to convince them that he was okay. That he just needed a time to himself to recollect his thoughts after the bakery incident a week ago.

They were both reluctant to do so, almost  determined to deny his request at first. But after Harry had sat them down and softly explained that he needed to wrap his own head around it first.

The possibility of more eager and violent death eaters out there wanting him dead definitely had his head reeling and his anxiety skyrocketing along with his fear for the two people he loves the most

Harry spent half his childhood fighting and running from them. He thought that things were finally looking up. He thought  things were slowing down and looking normal for him and those he cared about.

But of course, nothing can ever be calm in his life. He’s beginning to think he’ll never stop running.

Ron and Hermione both have kept their distance for the last several days, as Harry requested. He’s locked Himself in his apartment. Trying to go through the motions on his own.

He’s not sure why he felt like he needed to. Ever since Ron and Hermione stepped into his life, he had them there in almost every traumatic event he suffered through from the age 11 and up. Not counting the first 9 years he had to get through on his own.

Maybe he felt like he needed to process this alone. He’s experienced Hermione’s constant pestering and Ron’s need to always be beside him for years. Even through his annoyance was clear, he always made it known that he appreciated how much they cared.

He hasn’t seen them in exactly 5 days. Would have been going on six if they didn’t floo here overnight and “hide” out on the couch.

Harry briefly (very briefly) wonders if he should be irritated that they didn’t just wait for him to come to them. That they didn’t trust him enough to deal with this on his own.

Except, it’s not really about trust, is it??

It’s about simply caring and deciding when to step in and help.

Harry knows that nagging feeling that they must have been feeling; knowing that the possibility of danger being acted out on him.

He’s not upset with seeing them.

Relieved even. 

He slowly walks towards them, taking in the sight of how  Hermione’s hair shines in the early  morning light and how Ron’s freckles skin glows. It’s breath-taking. How Hermione is leaning against Ron’s shoulder and his arm wrapping lazily around her waist.

He bites his lip, as he fidgets where he is standing looking down on them. 

He wants to touch.   He wants to be in between them so badly that he feels like he is hot all over.

Just to be held by them…

So, Harry doesn’t think. He just scoots in closer and bends his body down in between them, almost clumsily wiggling his way in between them, trying to not  make too much noise and careful movement as he does so.

It’s stupid of him to think neither of them weren’t gonna wake up, as none of them were heavy sleepers.

He feels Ron shift and Hermione stretch just as he makes little room for him in between them.

Harry tenses, thinking of all the bad reactions he could possibly receive, his mind giving him super lean scenarios where Ron pushed him down-

But those thought vanish almost instantly when he feels Ron’s soft but cool touch against the back of his neck. Fingers combing through the curls along the back of his head briefly.

“Hey.”

Ron’s voice hos deep and rough around the edges when he wakes up in the morning. 

It sends a tingle down Harry’s spine as it’s said against his head, lips touching his hairline.

Harry closes his eyes against the emotion that crashes over him. The tenderness he’s given from Ron always leaves him wanting more. Always leaves him wondering and guessing and needing .

“Morning.”

He whispers back, shuffling even more into Ron’s side. Ron doesn’t seem to mind at all, not making any move to lean away.

He feels Hermione’s hands on him next. 

A small squeeze on his  forearm as she now leans into him.

“How are you feeling, darling?”

The endearing name falls off her lips with ease, as it always does. Harry allows himself to soak it in without a bitter taste in his mouth for the first time.

He sighs into Ron’s neck as he reaches out his arm to touch Hermione, grabbing at the hand that was holding onto him until they were holding hands. The angle was a little awkward but he made it work.

“I’m better. I’m glad that you guys came.”

He says honestly, feeling a little bit a shame for keeping them away.

Hermione tsks softly, cuddling up closer against him, laying her other arm over his hip.

“You know we wouldn’t allow you to stay by yourself forever, right?”

She said it in her “duh” tone, which makes Harry laugh softly. His heart so warm and so full with affection and love for these two.

“Yeah… yeah I knew you teo would find yourself around here sooner than later.”

“Always.” Ron says, lips still pressed against his forehead, hand still tangled in the back of his head. “We’ll always find our way to you.”

Harry shivers then, eyes squeezing shut briefly as he takes on Ron’s serious tone and the way his grip onto the back of his neck tightens briefly. He takes in Hermione’s squeeze against his waist, agreement and possession shown through the touch.

“ Always .”

She softly agrees. 

Harry lets out a shaky sigh.

This is different. 

They’re different.

He can feel it in his heart and sense it through his magic.

And whether if he is ready to deal with the difference now or later, he love and pure gratitude for them never wavered. If anything, it grew stronger.

“I know,” he speaks up a moment later. “And thank you.”

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CHAPTER 12: receive 

        Harry groans in intense embarrassment and awe, covering up his face as he shifts  from foot to foot as he heart feels like it’s pounding 100 times faster per second.

In his shaky hand is a courting letter.

From Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Dear Harry, 

We are both writing to you in exciting and fear as we are hoping for a positive answer from you.

We know we’ve been fairly quiet on what exactly what we are wanting from you, or in better words, with you.

Boh of us have always been intrigued with you and adored you. But that simple platonic fascination and care has turned into romantic feelings sometime ago. 

We would like to court you. Properly of course.

Starting with a date this Saturday evening around 7:00 pm. This is a test in sorts to figure out if this is what we all want.

If you could please contact us, or send us an affirmation or declining  letter by tomorrow morning, that would be great.

No matter the outcome Harry, we will continue to be there for you.

Love, Ronald Weasley and

 Hermione Granger

Harry felt like his heart was about to burst through his bare chest as he reads the letter word for word once again, soaking it in like cotton on liquid would. 

There is shuffling of feet right behind him just as he feels the comfortable presence of Ray lean over him to read the contents of the letter.

Ray whistles, seemingly impressed and amused.

“Wow, they’re really going for it, huh?”

Harry puts down the letter on the counter top and turns to face the taller man. Ray doesn’t back up from him as he does so, just turns to give him an amused look.

“You must be so…”

“Terrified.”

Harry finishes, breath coming out rushed and soft as he is still trying to calm down his heart.

Ray scoffs, still unmoving from his personal space, comfortable where he’s at as he looms over the shorter man.

“You have nothing to be terrified about Harry. I haven’t known them long but even I can tell that they are both crazy about you. You should be excited. Nervous of course! But excited.”

Harry shakes his head, closing his eyes for a moment before his opens them back up with a deep sigh.

“Ray, I want this so badly. I want them so much. I… I’m terrified that this isn’t gonna work. That this could ruin our long friendship.”

The truth was spoken as if it were a secret. And in a way, he was. For Harry it was something he’s buried deep down inside himself during the war. 

Something he didn’t truly allow for himself to wish and dream for after things started to settle down. Hermione and Ron relationship seemed to blossom even more so. Harry didn’t feel like to was right to speak up about his feelings.

Just a few weeks ago, Harry would’ve never thought that neither of them would have looked him at twice in that way. They they only saw the Harry as their friend. Kind of like a third wheel to them possibly now that they are moving on together romantically. 

But then, he started to notice subtle things. 

How Ron’s eyes would linger on him. How he would lean in completely towards Harry as he spoke. How his touches would linger almost a tad bit longer than usual. How he would direct his adoration towards him.

Harry was hesitant to put a name onto why. Didn’t want to question the reason, even he wondered and hoped and wished and gave up.

How Hermione would give him her tiny tilted lips smirk as she jokes with him in that teasing, flirtatious tone he would see her use towards Ron. How her nicknames were said more so than ever. How she always found a way to touch him. 

they both had.

In each other presence. Especially in the last few days than he could ever remember happening when they were younger.

Gentle hand brushing through his hair in greeting. Fingers brushing/rubbing against his back. Soft and firm and there all at once. Grabbing a hold for n his hand. Squeezing his shoulder. Hands on his face, his check, his neck.

Harry can feel his face heat up as he recalls the last week in desperate bits. Taking in as much he can remember and trying to remember where things change.  How things were different now.

“Look,” Ray starts, making Harry snap back into reality.” I know you’re nervous and scared. You have every right to bed. But… this is it.”

Harry looks up onto those blue eyes of his. Ray looks so earnest and sweet right now as he gazes down at Harry.

“This is where you take a leap of faith Harry. To see you f this is what you want truly. This is your chance, babe.”

Ray reaches up to graze his cheek, and Harry subconsciously finds himself leaning into his touch.

“Besides, I’ll still be here if it goes south.”

Harry let’s put a choked off laugh, letting his head drop onto Rays chest.

“Merlin, Ray.”

Ray chuckles along with him. “What? I’m serious! Business partner, fuck buddy or not, the friendship we’ve made with one another is something I value. So… I say truly to just go for it.”

Harry let’s Rays words seek in. 

Harry found himself valuing his time spent with Ray. Whether if that was because of the comfort Ray gave him, or the friendship they’ve formed together, he didn’t know. It didn’t really matter.

I’m a short period of time, Ray has become a good friend(and a good fuck). It started off as something to just feel but turned into something more solid.

But Harry thinks and think and thinks . . .

“Thank you.”

Harry simply says, just relaxing in the hold of Rays arms around him now, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. 

Both Hermione and Ron want him equally. He wonders if they want him on the level that he wants them. He wonders if this is even true. He wonders and wonders-

Ray kisses the top of Harry’s head, let’s his lips linger before he speaks “of course, Harry.”

Harry doesn’t see the flash of sadness in Ray’s eyes. Or the determined jaw clenched he does as those blue eyes look out into the room, deep into his own head.

Nevertheless, they hold onto each other in the comfort and nervousness of a possible new beginning.

Early the next morning, Harry is hesitant for a brief moment for he throws caution out the window and he writes his reply.

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Somewhere in a small little apartment sits a sharp looking and smart witch. 

She sits still as she looks over her plans over again, a tight smile and bright look flashes across her face.

On the desk are two potions.

One colored bright green while the other colored dark red. 

One which is filled with poison, which can paralyze her victim and slowly eat them up from the inside, including their magical core. Also, causing the right amount of pain she wants her victim to go through to get out any information she wants out of them. Several hours and draining and taking.

While one carries pain and loss of someones core, the other works to heal and fix. It will takes several days on end to build up and fix the damage internally, but will still work as properly and accurate as it can.

A positive a negative to match each other.

Breaking and fixing. 

Means to an end.

Or not.

She smiles in genuine satisfaction. Almost relaxed and at ease with all she has built for her perfect victim.

She relaxes back into her seat and looks across her desk, her Auror badge sitting in the far corner, which briefly catching her eye.

Her tight smile grows bigger in pure joy.

“Let the games begin.”

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Don’t worry! I’m not dead!

I am so terribly sorry for going ghost on you all.

It’s just that the last three months has kind of been all over the place for me and I have been trying to organizing and get things settled and put together.

With that being said, I got a new job! It’s higher pay and better hours.

All goes well this week, you guys might be seeing (more than likely) a new chapter/update for this story by The weekend!

Thank you all for being patient with me.

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Ron was incredibly nervous.

He felt like there were needles poking at his skin, making his chest feel tight and heavy with nerves and anxiety.

But the anticipation and excitement almost drowned out that heavy worried feeling, his skin buzzing along and warm  from what he was about to do.

What he and Hermione were about to do.

Taking Harry Potter out on a proper date.

They received his short response a few days ago.

Ron and Hermione,

I never would have thought that this would happen. Like ever.

I’m a nervous wreck and feel like I need to crawl in a deep dark hole to hide.  

But I’m also curious. And scared and suspicious and delighted. I am feeling so much right now!

In other words, I am wanting to give this a chance more than anything.

Saturday night, at 7:00 sounds good.

I’ll see you then.

Love, 

Harry Potter 

Both Ron and Hermione had breathed a loud sigh of relief after reading it, both of them so incredibly happy that they were given a positive response. Both of them are incredibly nervous about what this leads to.

Things were finally happening. They were finally going to be able to show Harry what he meant to them completely . That their feelings for him wasn’t just platonic or protective. But romantic, possessive and adoring. 

Which came down to what they should wear.

Ron stood at the wide full length mirror in the bedroom, checking himself out for the third time. He wore simple black slacks with a tan  bottom down long sleeve shirt. He wore new sleek black  leather shoes. His hair was put into a low ponytail, now that it has grown past his shoulders in the last half a year.

Hermione loves it and jokes about how in no time, it’ll be just a long as her hair was.

He runs his hand down his his shirt once again, taking a deep breath.

Nerves were eating at him slowly.

He hears Hermione’s heels clip along the tile floor in their bathroom before she opens the door.

Ron can’t help but do a double take and stare at her.

Hermione was wearing a sleek navy green dress that opened a little right above her knee. The top of the dress was cut and curved perfectly around her cleavage. The design was simple and formal. It fit perfectly around the beautiful curves Ron loves so much. Her heels were the new ones she bought in a frenzy a few days ago. Black, open toed and four inches.

Her hair flowed down her back with the coils being more defined than just a few hours before, looking wet but sleek and new at the same time.

Ah, so that’s what she was doing in the bathroom for two hours. 

Ron reaches for her just as Hermione steps into his arms. She presses her chest against his and runs her hand down his shirt.

“We’ll, don’t you look handsome.” She teased slightly. A proud smirk on her lips as her eyes drink in Ron. 

Ron just chuckles slightly as he runs his hands over the soft and smooch material of the dress she has on.

“And you look absolutely beautiful, baby.”

Hermione lifts her head up, eyes shining with the confidence she always carries around her.

“Thank you, love.”

He bends down to briefly kiss her , lips lingering as he gets a smell of the soft scent of perfume on her skin.

Merlin, he was so in love with her.

They both break away as they look in the mirror, checking themselves out one more time.

They looked good. There was not a hair out of place. 

It wasn’t like they were particularly searching for perfection tonight. But, they did want to make sure that they gave off a good impression.

They’re courting their best friend. This had to go right.

“You ready?” Hermione asked, tilting her head up at Ron as she grabbed his hand.

He checked over himself and looks down over Hermione again, eyes running over her dress and her curves.

He smiles at her, anxious but confident.

“Yeah, I am.”

They both start to walk to their fireplace, getting the powder ready and set the location.

“Remember,”. Hermione starts. “No matter what happens, we’ll always be there for him.”

Ron shakes his head, no doubt in mind.

“Of course. There is no doubt about it.”

Harry sat at the reserved table with his heart in his throat and his hands shaky. The anxiety he was feeling as of now was almost eating him up whole.

Ron and Hermione picked a fairly high end muggle restaurant on a little corner close within the magical world. 

Harry has only been here a few times when he was dating Ginny when he thought that he had to be a try-hard bc of his guilt. 

But he was excited to hopefully experience a positive memory this time.

As he sat there, Harry runs through how things turned out like this.

He has been thinking for the last few days that he’s been missing out on some key moments until recently. Harry never thought that he would ever have a chance with either of them.

And that’s possibly why he’s been missing out on the not so subtle looks both of them has been throwing his way until a few weeks ago.

But what had him thinking the most wasn’t the looks he had sometimes caught. It was there touches as of recently and the way they grabbed him or held him that had his heart stuttering.

It was the way they Listened, encouraged, loved .

It was everything Harry could have wished for. Everything that he was scared of.

Because he’s been friends with the two since he was 11. They have been through a lot together. Too much together.

And he loves them with his entire being.

He would literally die for them.

He’s already done so.

He can’t afford for this to fail and for him to potentially lose them.

they said that it wouldn’t change anything if it doesn’t work out.

 They say, if anything comes up and happens in this courtship that doesn’t turn out in a positive way, that they would still be beside him all the way. 

Harry wants to believe it.

But it was truly better done than said.

He comes back to self just as he hears footsteps getting closer to the reserved table.

He looks and his heart skips a beat.

Ron has his arm linked with Hermione as they walk towards him. They both give him a little smile as they grow closer.

They both looked so good.

Harry stood up abruptly, realizing that he was gawking at them like he had no sense. The sudden movement caused his chair to scrape loudly against the floor, almost falling backwards. Harry was quick to steady it before turning back towards his date.. dates??

They both had an amused look on their face and it made Harry blush even more so than before. 

Not even a minute in and he’s already embarrassed himself.

“Harry.” Hermione chirps softly as she is the first to pull away and move towards Harry.

She engulfs him into a gentle hug, arms wrapping around his neck topull him in. He automatically locks arms around her waist and melts against her.

He closes his eyes for a second, taking in the floral scent of her perfume and the soft minty scent of her natural odor. 

“Hey..” he mumbles shyly as she pulls away, arms still locked around each other.

Hermione's eyes track over his face. She looked pleased and with one soft oat against his cheek, she stepped aside.

Ron is next to bring him into a hug. Harry melts into

his just the same, taking in the scent of him like he did with Hermione, smelling the aroma of something dull and sweet. He can’t put a name to it but, it was so unapologetically Ron that Harry felt like he could cry.

“I’m glad you showed,” Ron starts as he pulls away, hands now resting on Harry’s shoulders. “We were scared of you bailing on us.”

Harry can tell that it was meant to be a joke to ease the tension but he could still hear the hesitancy and nerves in it.

Harry looks at both of them, taking in their appearance and the amount of effort they put in for this date. 

It resonates with Harry.

Because it showed that they truly do care with how this goes and that they were not messing around. That they were just as terrified of this as he was.

Harry gives them a smile, genuine and open and he lets out a breath, allowing for the weight of his anxiety to calm a little.

“I would not want to miss this opportunity.”

He breaths out honestly.

The look they give him makes him blush. Sharp eyes zeroing I’m on him like he was a target.

“Good.” Ron says, hand sliding down his arm to grab his hands and gives them asqueeze.

“Then, let’s give this a try, shall we?”

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Hi.

So, I’ve missed you guys dearly. Things have been hectic in my personal life, and I’ve been dealing with a lot mentally and financially.

I also was going through feeling like a stranger with my own writing! I have been feeling stuck with the ideas for this story and other future stories I want to write for months now and found myself a little depressed and disappointed with myself!

However, I’ve been finding myself slowly growing out of that depressive state and already have the next chapter almost ready to go. Which, should be uploaded this week!

I think for now on, as I get back into loving writing and finding a balance in my personal life and work life, shorter chapters will be my main focus.

Thay will be anywhere between 500-1500 words per each update until I feel like i can handle longer chapters.

In other words, I’m back and feeling more like myself. Weekly chapters should be not be a problem and new stories coming along the way as well!

Thank you all for being patient 💖.

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Chapter 13:

Part one:Chocolate Lava

After Ron and Hermione got situated on opposite sides of Harry, things seem to flow a lot more naturally.

It was like the air seemed to calm and Harry’s heart seemed to slow. It was refreshing and nerve wracking at the same time. To be courted by the two most important people in his life that he was a shock he supposes he should get used to.

Harry sits there quietly as he lets their presence soak over him as they talk idly amongst themselves about the menu, both unconsciously leaning closer to Harry as they scan the dinner and desert menu. 

Harry watches them with genuine satisfaction, as he is happy to be able to experience this with them in a more happy setting. He feels so content and nervous.

Like a giddy kid that finally gets what he wants.

Harry already knows what he wants. The fires roasted herb chicken with white rice and green beans. He sits back as Hermione mutters to herself about the red sauce lasagna and Ron Going on about the stuffed salmon. 

“Harry,” Hermione starts as she sits the menu aside, giving Harry her full attention, “I am so pleased that you agreed to give this- us a try.”

Harry looks at her and gives her a genuine smile, his heart fluttering to actually hear her speak in such a way to make it known they weren’t playing around him. 

Harry knows that they would never do that but it’s still good to be reassured.

“Yeah, I’m glad too. I’ve… I think I wanted this for awhile now.”

He admits softly, glancing between both of them.

Hermione quirks her eyes brow as a wider grin spreads across her mouth.

Ron makes a humming noise, his hand twitching towards Harry. 

“Yeah? Truly?”  Hermione speaks with amusement and curiosity dripping from her tone.

Harry briefly wondered if they were making fun of him before he diminishes that thought out of his head. 

They have no clue how long he’s been crushing on them. Plus, they would never stoop that low.

He leaned forward a little, letting out a little laugh.

“Truly. I have been kind of crushing on both of you for some time now.”

He felt relief admitting it to them, feeling the fluttering coolness inside grow warmer. 

“For how long?” Ron is the one to ask.

“Almost two years now?”  He says meekly, shoulder hunching up just a little bit as he shoots a glance at both of them. “I realized it during the uh… hunt.”

Harry feels himself blushing a little thinking back to the memory of walking in on them and how hard he came right afterwards. How hard it was to look at either of them in the eye for a few days because he was absolutely mortified with himself. 

Ron inhales through his nose, sitting up straighter as he looks at Harry with wide eyes.

“Even then?? But…”

He trails off, eyes wandering into space, looking at nothing in particular. Harry knows he trying to pinpoint a time of any changes between them. If it was something he probably should have picked up on.

 Hermione makes a humming noise and delight, eyes shining with awe and curiosity.

“We were constantly at each other’s throats back then. How did you manage?”

Harry shrugs his shoulder, pointedly looking down at the table.

“I dunno how,” he lied, “It just… happened? Even then, with us fighting all the time, you guys were always there. Always tried.”

“It was important to me… it meant a lot to me. I guess the romantic feelings just came along the way.”

He says this softly, almost out loud to himself instead of to them.

They have been through so much together. Still going through so much together. Harry figures that he might have always had an attachment towards the two that wasn’t so platonic. 

He can’t pinpoint an exact moment but just knows the realization was strong while they were on the run.

Hermione reaches out, getting a hold of his hand and giving it a squeeze. Harry looks up into her eyes and she’s smiling at him, leaning into him as she speaks.

“Ron was the first person to told me that he was in love with you after the war.”

Harry’s eyes widen as he whips his head to look at Ron.

“Really?”

Ron doesn’t look embarrassed, but gives him a sheepish look.

“Yeah. I just remembered seeing you alive and well out on that battlefield and thinking… feeling like another part of me was finally whole again. Us almost losing you was… painful. Numb to the point where it was hard to even care about anything else.”

Hermione hums her agreement and Harry realizes that she scooted closer to him to the point where her should touches his and that he can smell her perfume and scent.

“I was shocked when he admitted it but quickly came to the conclusion that I absolutely felt the same way. I honestly can’t see you with anyone other than. . . us.”

Harry was in awe by there confession. He didn’t realize that they have fallen for him around the same time he fell for them. He didn’t even realize that the chance of them looking at him in that way was possible until a few days ago.

“I’m glad.”  

His voice wavers as he says this, looking at both of them with a smile of pure joy plastered on his face.

Not even a few seconds later, the waitress came by to get there orders. Everyone was quick with what they wanted and just a minute later, the employee was off to put it in the system.

“So Harry,” Ron starts to draw attention to him. “ I have an off day this upcoming Thursday. I was wondering if I could take you out for lunch and then head back to me and Hermione’s place to relax.”

Harry took in his offer before his eye brows rose up a little. 

“Like, on another date?”

Ron shakes his head and Harry can’t help but glance at Hermione, who was looking back at him with amusement in her eyes.

“Just… the two of us?”

Hermione huffs a little as Ron speaks.

“Me and Hermione absolutely want to take you out on a few dates separately, if that’s okay with you.”

“Yes.”  Harry says without missing a beat, cheeks flushed red as he looks at the both of them. “I would love that.”

“Good.” Is all Ron says, eyes locked onto Harry as he gives him a gentle smile.

Simple conversation continues between the trio throughout the rest of the night, there food coming in mid conversation and they all dig in and begin to rave about how delicious the food is. 

Harry feels almost light headed and incredibly happy with how things are going so far.

So he sits back and lets himself relax completely, leaning towards both of them when deemed appropriate and shyly flirting back with they throw  out compliments towards him.

And of course, as they finished there main course, Harry couldn’t forget about desert.