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Title: Because I Got High
Author:  Fyyre
Prompt Number: 335 submitted by potterentourage 
Kink Showcased: Cream Pie
Rating NC-17
Pairing(s): Hermione/Ron/Draco
Summary: It's Hermione's birthday, and she gets just what she wants.
Warnings drug use, anal sex, dp, snowballing, cream pie
Word Count: 1208
Author's Notes:  Nothing belongs to me. This fic was hard for me, because really, I loath Ron, but I did it. It's not long, or perfect, but I hope the requester likes it. Beta'd for me by bleakone 

      I suppose he's not so bad really. He'll always be Weasel to me, and he really is too pink and red, but I guess he's not all bad.

 

      I scoff at my own musings. I really must find out where Hermione gets her weed. I'd only agreed to come because it's her birthday and I owe her for saving my life. I'd been pissing away what little money the Ministry hadn't taken as restitution. Dumbledore's death had been my fault really, and Potter's defense of my mother and myself in court hadn't persuaded many. Sure, I was free, but I was basically a pauper. After a few months spent in a drunken stupor, Hermione came into the pub, fists swinging, screaming how this was not how I was going to fix things. To her I was still foul and loathsome, but worth saving from myself nonetheless. Thus began our tentative friendship.

 

      Now here I am in the flat she and Weasel share, watching his too pink cock disappear into her overstretched mouth. His freckled fingers are tangled in that wild mane of hers as if he's holding on for dear life. Her skirt is rucked up almost to her hips and I'm staring at her. She really does have quite a nice backside on her.

 

      I'm not sure how this started, really. An hour ago I arrived, weary and cautious. I know I'm not going to be welcomed with hexes and punches, but better to be on the defensive just in case. As soon as the door clicked shut behind me something was pressed into my hand. Hermione giggled, eyes bloodshot, and told me I was going to celebrate whether I liked it or not. I looked down at the joint and grinned.

 

      Still enjoying his blowjob, Weasel looked over at me, untangled his hands, and lifted Hermione's skirt all the way. As if giving me permission. Seconds later I'm crawling over to them. I can feel her purr as I run my hands up the backs of her thighs, up over her round arse, and hook my fingers under her panties. I lick and bite at the flesh they slide over as I pull them down. Her skin is soft under my lips. I reach through her legs and cup her with my whole hand, feeling her meat and moisture on my palm. The skin here is also soft. And not a hair. Kinky girl, shaved for her big day. Did she already know I would agree to participate in this? In for a knut, in for a galleon.

 

      I lay on my back and scoot closer, guiding her down onto my mouth by her hips. I exhale across her damp flesh and she shudders, pressing closer. I have no choice but to eat, and I do, as if I would starve to death without it. Ten minutes of her writhing and moaning above me, my tongue driving deep inside, nose pressing against her clit, and I hear Weasel groan his release. Naked, he pads away to the kitchen for a glass of water, and Hermione is slithering down my body, licking her own juices from my lips. I tell her I want her arse. She giggles again.

 

      This woman I've hated for almost half my life, clad only in a blue and green plaid mini skirt, is pulling me up and pushing me back into the chair her boyfriend occupied a few moments earlier. I'll never remember how my clothes were removed but right now all I can feel is her hot, wet tongue wrapping itself around my almost bursting cock. I can hear Weasel behind me telling me to relax and enjoy. He's telling me how good she is at this. As if I need him to tell me. I can feel well enough.

 

      It's all I can do not to spill myself into her mouth, but I have other plans. I tug my dick from those lips with a pop and tell her to turn around. I bend her forward and begin to drive my tongue into her tiny little hole. She whines. I sit back and ask if they have any lube. Chuckling, Weasel leans over the back of the chair and gently pushes the tip of his wand into her arse and chants quietly. Hermione gasps and he begins to fuck her with his wand. I can see now that it's slick. Soon it's replaced by my finger. She moans. I add another. She pants. No more of this. I tell her to sit.

 

      Standing back up she positions herself over me and starts to lower herself, inch by inch, until I'm fully sheathed inside her incredibly tight hole. The Weasel hands me another joint as she begins to ride me, raising up and sliding back down with an almost feral growl. I take a few hits and pass it around to her. .She bats it away and begins to work herself faster, rubbing furiously at her clit. I hand it back to the ginger before he comes to stand in front of us. He gets one leg in between ours and one foot up on the chair next to me as he pushes her back against my chest, lines himself up, and drives home. She screams and I can feel her clench vise tight around me. I bite her neck to keep from cumming at that second. It's so tight. One hand pulling at my hair, the other wrapped around her boyfriend's neck, she lets us use her body. If I weren't stoned I'd be drunk off those whimpers and whines of hers.

 

      Ron comes before me. I may as well call him Ron now. I've had his dick rub up against my own through a thin layer of his girlfriend's anatomy. That's closer than I had ever wanted to be. He comes with another grunt, sweat dripping from his brow. I follow him closely, fingers gripping her hips tight enough I'm sure she'll bruise. She smiles at him, sated, tells him she wants him to have it all. I watch as he pulls himself out, kneels, and holding under her knees, pushes her harder against me. He pushes her up and off me. I help, holding her thighs to my shoulders and he leans forward and I'm just tall enough to see his tongue extend and catch every drop that drips out of her arse and pussy. I can do nothing but stare, shocked. Are all Gryffindors this kinky? I watched her muscles contract as she pushed more out and he happily licked it up. Wow. This is actually kind of hot.

 

      Hermione tells us to share. The face on Weasel is priceless. I tell her we hate each other and she rolls her eyes. She says it's her birthday, and this is her wish. Grumbling I lean forward and grab hold of that bright red hair, pulling him forward. Tongues and teeth clash and we fight. It feels strange to lick your own cum from another man's mouth, but then I feel her face next to mine and her tongue joins the battle.

 

      We're all starting to doze, but now, all I can think of is writing a thank you letter to that stupid scar faced freak. I quite like my new friends.