WARNING: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature, plus character bashing and cuckoldry. If these things bother, then you should leave now.

AN: Greetings friends. First I must apologise in advance for this story if it seems inconsistent in places. I began writing it over a year ago and sporadically updated it, with usually weeks or month between writing, so if it does seem inconsistent that's why. I think I have managed to smooth everything out, but if I did miss something that doesn't make sense, let me know.

Now I'm sure many of you will recognise the theme from this story as one of the subplots from Potter's Palace of Pleasure. I felt that that particularly subplot could have its own story, and this is the first chapter of four. It will include another Harry/Hermione scene, a Harry/Rose scene and a Harry/Rose/Hermione scene. I will not be including other women in it so don't bother asking. Also Ron will be bashed pretty much the entire way, so as the warning says, now might be the time to walk away.

I also can't guarantee frequent updates as my life can be a bit chaotic and I usually find myself void of either the time or energy to write. Sucks I know but that's the way it is.

Now with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story and feedback is always appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Harry smiled as he arrived to the front door of the home of his best friends. He was pleased when he had received the dinner invitation from Hermione, as it had been ages since he had seen her and was looking forward to catching up with her. He wasn't on very good terms with all the other Weasley's given that he had divorced Ginny after he caught her screwing the Beaters from the Kenmare Kestrels almost a full year ago, but he did see Ron about a month and half back when he'd heard about some financial trouble they were having and offered to help them out a bit. He was staggered when Ron asked for three thousand galleons, but he did offer and they were his best friends, although if he were honest with himself, he was doing it more for Hermione and the kids rather than Ron.

Still he wasn't that concerned about the money. True three thousand galleons is not an insignificant amount, but it was something he could easily afford, considering his comfortable yet modest lifestyle. With Ginny being financially independent and substantial evidence of her infidelity, he wasn't required to pay any alimony or anything like that with the divorce finalised, and with his sons having left home and his daughter choosing to live with him, he didn't need to pay child support either. So he told Ron that he wouldn't charge interest or anything like that and that they could pay him back when they could.

Harry knocked twice on the dark green door and less than a minute later, it was opened by his best friend, Hermione Weasley nee Granger. "Hello Harry," she said, gracing him with a brilliant smile before moving towards him to embrace him in one of her patented hugs. "It's so good to see you. It feels like ages since we've seen each other."

"Yeah it has," he replied, wrapping his arms around her. "And it's good to see you too. You look magnificent by the way."

Hermione blushed prettily at the compliment. "Oh stop you," she said bashfully at she let him go and turned to lead him inside.

As he followed Hermione inside, he eyes naturally drifted down towards where her blue dress hugged her shapely ass. Despite being best friends, Harry had always noticed how attractive she was, especially her rear end, especially when he was younger where Hermione had quite often played a starring role in his teenaged fantasies. Still he refused to allow those thoughts to fester. Not because she's married, such was the deterioration between his relationship and Ron, but because she was his best friend, and he felt she deserved more than to be objectified like that.

Hermione led him into the dining room where she had set three places at the table. "Dinner's ready, we're just waiting on Ron," she said, before picking up a bottle of nice red wine. "Would you like a drink while we wait?"

Harry nodded and she poured him a glass before pouring one for herself. Picking up his drink, he gestured to the table. "Where are Rose and Hugo," he asked, taking a sip of wine.

"They're out," she replied as they both sat down at the table. "Hugo's in Ramsey for the weekend for the Portree-Tutshill game tomorrow night and Rose is in Ibiza with some friends."

"Oh that's right, Lily said Rose would be there as well with some of her friends," said Harry, remember when he had last spoken to his daughter several days ago. "Although I'm surprised Ron didn't go with Hugo. He's mad for all things Quidditch and a game between the two premier teams of the season at the biggest stadium in the British Isles wouldn't be something I'd want to miss."

Harry's time as an Auror had forced him to become good at reading people, but even a blind man could easily see Hermione's face darken over when he mentioned this. "He was supposed to; I'd given him the money for the tickets even though things are really tight at the minute," she said, her demeanour more irritated with every word. "But Tutshill is Hugo's favourite team and he was so looking forward to going and I thought it would be good father-son bonding time. So I gave Ron the money and what did he do? He instead wasted the money tickets to the Chudley game on Sunday between Ballycastle! At least he still bought the Tutshill ticket for Hugo, but not before trying to convince him to go to the Chudley game instead."

Harry couldn't help but cringe the entire way through Hermione's speech. Despite having known the man since they were eleven, it still astounded him how insensitive and selfish Ron Weasley could be, especially in regards to his family. He remembered how Hugo and Rose used to idolise their cool Auror father and how his disregard of them eventually made them likewise indifferent to him. He even left his well-paying Auror job to become an equipment manager for his beloved Chudley Cannons, which earned him about a third of what he earned as an Auror and thus was the primary source of their current financial problems.

As Harry struggled to come up with something to say, Ron Weasley stumbled into the room, before managing to catch himself. "Hello Harry," he said as Harry noticed his eyes were a little hazy. "Sorry I'm late, stopped off at the pub for a few pints with the lads."

Neither man failed to notice Hermione rolling her eyes and scowling fiercely. "I'll bet," she growled, before standing up and making her way to the kitchen. "I'll go serve up dinner."
Ron, who never failed to notice when his wife was upset, although rarely he understood why she was upset, turned to Harry. "What's her problem now?" he asked.

"We were just talking about Hugo going to Ramsey by himself," Harry said neutrally.

Ron just scoffed at the dark haired man. "Thanks for defending me there mate," he hissed before taking his seat at the table.

Harry shrugged his shoulders as Hermione brought their dinner to the table. After putting up with Ron and his pettiness for so long, he wasn't under any obligation to defend the youngest Weasley son from anything, least of all his own stupidity.

Despite their being only three people at the table, it seemed as though there were two different conversations going on. A relaxed and light hearted conversation between Harry and Hermione, which instantly shifted into something more strained as soon as Ron interjected with some comment, usually in an attempt to bring the conversation to the only topic he cared about; Quidditch. While Harry did love the game, he much preferred to play than to watch, and therefore he didn't want it to spend too much time talking about it, especially when talks about Quidditch with Ron were usually focused around him boasting about how good the Cannons chances were this year or something as equally delusional.

They got through dinner and dessert with little more than a few harsh glares from Hermione. Once she had cleaned up the table she served coffee to the men before returning to her seat to join them. It was there that the topic of the conversation turned to money. "Things a bit harder now," Hermione explained to Harry. "The bills just keep piling up, and I haven't been able to get anyone to publish my books in ages. You'd think that having a book written by the 'famous' Hermione Granger would be worth something to publishers but no, they want nothing to do with a muggleborn housewife. It certainly doesn't help that someone thought that money wasn't important when he decided to quit his well-paying job to become an equipment manager for the bloody Cannons," she finished, glaring at her husband.

Ron merely scoffed. "You're making a big deal out of nothing," he said, blissfully ignorant of his wife's plans to eviscerate him. "We'll be fine, you'll see."

"No Ron we won't," she hissed at the red head. "We owe various people and institutions roughly eight thousand galleons, and your wages barely cover the cost of living. There's no way we're going to be able to pay that money back."

"What about the money I gave you," Harry asked.

He almost missed it, but Harry saw from the corner of his eye that the petulant scowl that had adorned Ron's face for most of the night had dropped, and had been replaced by a look of real fear, causing Harry to become a bit worried. These concerns were increased with Hermione's reply to his question. "What money," she asked her brow furrowing.

"Little over a month ago I'd heard you guys were having money trouble, so I gave Ron three thousand galleons," Harry said as he watched Hermione's eyes explode with disbelief.

"WHAT," she yelled, dramatically standing up.

"Hermione if you're worried about paying it back, don't," he said, misinterpreting why she was upset and missing Ron's hand gestures telling him to shut up. "You'll pay me back when you can, it's no big deal."

The curly haired woman glared at her husband before turning back to Harry. "It is a big deal Harry," she growled. "Because I watch our finances like a hawk, and I would have noticed if it was suddenly three thousands galleons smaller."

Quickly putting two and two together, Harry and Hermione turned to Ron, who was looking increasingly uncomfortable. "WHAT DID YOU DO," they simultaneously yelled.

"Um, well," he stammered, trying to think of a way out of the mess he was in. Seeing the furious look on his wife's and friend's faces, he sighed. "I put the money on the Chudley game that weekend."

"All of it?!" Harry exclaimed as Hermione just slapped her forehead.

The red haired man nodded. "Jeremy Owens gave me some great odds, a hundred and twenty to one that Cannons would beat Holyhead. I figured if I win, I could settle all our debts and make a nice profit," he explained to them.

"You made a bet with Jeremy Owens, the notorious gangster, the kind of man that breaks knee caps and gives cement shoes if you look at him wrong, THAT Jeremy Owens" Hermione said angrily, struggling to keep herself from blowing up again. "How much do you owe him anyway?"

At this Ron visibly gulped. "s-si-six thousand galleons," he stammered, flinching at his wife's hiss.

"You owe a man, who has no problem hurting people who owe him money, six THOUSAND galleons! Are you fucking insane," Hermione screamed as her use of swear words demonstrating how angry she really was. "Ronald Billius Weasley, get the fuck out of my sight."

For a moment, Ron looked like he was about to argue, but mutual glares from Harry and Hermione went him storming out of the dining room, angrily settling down in the living room. After witnessing his departure, Hermione simply dropped back into her chair. "Are you ok," asked Harry as he moved to her side to comfort her.

"Honestly?" she replied, her eyes welling up slightly. "No I'm not. Our debt just keeps going up and up and that bastard doesn't seem to care. And now I find out that not only do we owe more money to our best friend, but also to a horrible man like Owens."

"Hey there," Harry said soothingly as he moved his chair and brought his arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry about the money you owe me, I'm in no rush to get it back. And don't worry about Owens either. I'll keep him off your back."

Hermione sniffled as she looked into his eyes. "Thank you Harry," she said, giving him a watery smile as she laid her head upon his shoulder. "But I don't think we'll ever be able to repay you."

"Well if you promise to keep being my best friend for the next thirty years, I'm sure we can work something out," he said, returning her smile.

All of a sudden, an idea seemed to strike Hermione, given the way her face light up. "Actually Harry, I think I have an idea of how we can pay you back," she said, as she stood up and pulled Harry towards the living room.

Upon entering the living room, they found Ron there sitting in his favourite armchair, reading his favourite Chudley Cannon book, scowling at what could only be assumed to be how unfairly the world treated him when it refused to bow down to his every whim.

"Ron," she addressed her husband with a furious glare. "Your stupid actions have really costed us. Because of you we are drowning in debt that, because of you, keeps growing higher and, because of you, we have almost no way to pay it back. Fortunately for us, Harry has agreed to help out further, even after you abused his generosity, and I believe I've found a way to pay him back."

"Great," Ron said, ignoring almost everything Hermione said except the part about Harry helping them out. "In that case mind giving me some money for next week's Chudley game?"

Harry wouldn't have believed it possible, but Hermione's glare actually managed to grow harsher. "No," she hissed. "You've proven beyond a doubt that you can't be trusted with so much as a Knut, so you will not be handling any more money from now on. Now shut up and sit still. Incarcerous."

As Hermione whipped out her wand and cast the spell at her husband, she caught both men completely surprise. Ron, who had been too long out of the Auror game, couldn't even think of reacting before he was covered from the neck down in conjured rope. Naturally, he didn't appreciate being tied up like that. "What the hell Hermione," he yelled indignantly.

Hermione just shot him another withering glare before turning to stunned Harry. Taking his hand she led him to the couch and had him sit down. "Just take a seat Harry," she purred. "I'll be back in a minute."

With that, she turned around and walked out of the living, leaving the two men in complete surprise. "What's she playing at," Ron growled, struggling to work his way out of the ropes.

Harry simply shrugged. "Wouldn't have a clue," he said, before noticing the red heads increasing movements. "I wouldn't bother if I were you. You know it's almost impossible to get out of it."

Ron stopped struggling for a moment to glare at the dark haired man. "Then how about you help me out of them," he said with a dark scowl.

The Boy Who Lived merely snorted. "And focus her anger onto me? Not likely."

For several minutes the two former friends sat in an awkward silence, Harry remaining calm yet curious on the couch, while Ron continued to struggle until finally giving up. It wasn't long before Hermione finally returned to the living room, only to completely stun the two men present as whatever reservations Harry had about objectifying his best friend went flying out the window. Although in all fairness, it was difficult not to objectify a woman when she was dress as how Hermione was.

Gone were her simple blue dress and low kitty heels and replaced, in a manner of speaking, with a very sexy and very skimpy white bra and panty set that wonderfully emphasised her bust and curves and a pair of white six inch heels that made her legs seem to go on for miles. Smiling at Harry's stunned look, she sauntered towards him, emphasising the sway of her hips as she moved. Standing directly in front of him, she placed her hands on her hips and met his gaze with a sexy smile. "Like what you see, Harry," she said huskily.

The dark haired man nodded, as he now realised how she intended to pay him back. "Hermione," he began, trying to maintain eye contact. "Despite how much I want you, and trust me, with you dressed like that not wanting you isn't an option, you don't need to do this."

She merely smiled at him, and in a move to further increase his surprise, she straddled his lap. "I know you'd never make me do this," she said to him, her face mere inches away from his. "But I think one way or another, I'll end up doing this, and I've always wanted to do this with you," she finished before placing her hands on the sides of his head and drawing him in for a passionate kiss.

Feeling her tongue dart into his mouth, Harry froze in surprise for only a moment, before closing his eyes and eagerly returning the kiss. He moved his hands to her delectable ass, confirming its firmness for himself and causing Hermione to moan into his mouth. The curly haired witch on top of him ground her hips against his legs, feeling Harry's already impressive erection harden further. "That feels promising," she whispered huskily, breaking the kiss for a moment but continuing to rub their clothes crotches against each other.

Their intimacy was disturbed when Ron, who had been shocked speechless by his wife's reappearance, decided to voice his complaints. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING," he yelled angrily, his face going red with rage.

Hermione gave an exasperated sigh and sent him a contemptuous glare. "I know you can be dense but surely you realise what two people about to have sex looks like," she said, frustrated with her thick headed husband. "But if that isn't enough for you, I'm paying Harry back for the money he's loaned us, as because of you, this is practically the only way we can pay off our debts."

"So you're going to whore yourself out like the slut you are," he spat.

Hermione simply rolled her eyes. "Ronald, you owe Jeremy Owens six thousand galleons," she explained to Ron, who still didn't seem to grasp the severity implied by that statement. "He is the kind of man who breaks your legs because you owe him a few hundred galleons. He wouldn't have any problem at all pimping me or even Rose out to pay that money back. If fucking my best friend is the only other alternative, then it's a pretty easy choice. Now shut up and pay attention, you may even learn something, although I wouldn't bet on it."

With Ron chastised, Hermione went back to the much more enjoyable task of kissing Harry, her hands fastening themselves on the side of his head to bring his face closer to hers. The hands of her lover continue to massage her ass cheeks as they moved her hips against his throbbing member.

Harry then broke the kiss and pulled his face away, leaving the two lovers connected by a trail of saliva joining their lips. Bringing one of his hands to her chest, the dark haired man pulled down the cup of her bra, exposing her right breast to the world, and more importantly, him. Wasting no time, Harry lowered his head to begin sucking on her erect pink nipple, gently rolling it with his teeth, causing the brunette witch to moan. She reached round her back and undid the clasp of her bra, allowing it to fall off her shoulders as she removed it completely to allow Harry better access to her perky tits. With his access unrestrained, Harry abandoned his attempts at being gentle with her magnificent fleshy orbs and effectively began to maul them.

"Oh yes Harry," Hermione moaned as Harry's hands began roughly kneading whichever breast he wasn't currently sucking. "Oh god I love having my tits played with."

Harry smirked as he released her nipple from his mouth. "Good to know," he said before latching onto the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as he had given its counterpart which his hands began the breast now covered with his saliva.

Hermione simply moaned in response to his ministrations, enjoying Harry's rough yet exquisite handling of her breasts. It was something she had sorely missed, as Ron almost never had the patience for foreplay or her pleasure in general. "Oh yes," she hissed in delight as he began lightly pinching her nipple in between his teeth.

Harry couldn't help but smirked inwardly as Hermione began grinding her crotch against his. "Never thought I'd see this," he said, releasing her nipple from his lips while his hand continued kneading her breast. "Prim and proper Hermione Weasley, sitting on my lap wearing nothing but sexy panties and fuck-me heels and acting like a wanton slut."

"Mmm," she moaned. "And what do you think of my hidden side?"

Harry gave a small push of his hips, pressing his cloth covered crotch against hers, causing the curly haired woman to moan again. "Take a guess," he told her.

Hermione smiled at him as she mirrored Harry's action. "Judging by the large piece of steel in your pants, I'd have to say this is a dream come true."

"Good guess," he said with a smirk. "Want a prize?"

"I certainly do," Hermione purred. "And I know exactly what I want."

Much to Harry's disappointment, she removed herself from his lap. Yet before he could even utter a sound of discontent, his best friend had already lowered herself onto her knees and was pulling his belt out of his buckle, his trouser button and fly soon following. "Well it looks like everyone's dream is coming true tonight," Hermione said seductively as she grasped Harry's rock hard member in her hands, stroking the large appendage. "You've wanted me to act like your personal fuck toy, and I've always wanted to be fucked hard by a massive piece of meat, much like this one. I'd say the only one who isn't getting what he wants tonight his Ron."

"Hermione," Harry moaned almost petulantly. "As fun as it is to humiliate that tool, I think you should stop talking and just stick my cock in your mouth."

She gave him a teasing look. "You mean like this," she said, teasingly placing the tip inside her mouth and lightly suckling it, before pulling back.

She gave a small laugh at the growl Harry shot her, yet cut off anything else he had to add when she decided to skip the teasing and took he's entire member into her mouth, causing her to gag a little, given that he was a lot bigger than anything she was used to. "Fuck yes Hermione," Harry cried as she pushed through her gag reflex in order to take all of him into her throat. "Fuck, take my cock in your mouth, take all of it, you slut."

Ron could only watch in horror as he witnessed his wife eagerly take as much of his former best friend's cock in her mouth as she could, all the while thinking that she had never been that eager, or had that much trouble blowing him. He wanted to yell and shout and just go over there and punch Harry right in the face for touching his wife and humiliating him like this. And yet he was forced to watch this, bound of ropes conjured by his own wife, as she wantonly sucked on the dark haired man's penis, making noises so obscene, they'd make a Knockturn Alley whore blush like an innocent schoolgirl.

Harry had many times fantasied about being blown by his best female friend, yet now that that dream was becoming a reality, he could quite happily admit that he needed a better imagination. "Merlin yes, Hermione," he groaned. "You suck like pro. You sure this is the first time you've cheated on Ron?"

Much to the dark haired man's chagrin, Hermione pulled herself away from his now saliva covered member and frowned at him. "For your information Mr Potter, this is the first time I've even seen a penis that I wasn't married or related too, and I don't really appreciate the insinuation that I am some kind of scarlet woman. Besides," she added, her frown turning into a sultry smirk and she gently stroked his hardon. "If I was going to cheat on the useless penis I married, don't you think you, my best friend, would have been the first man I went to?"

Harry returned her smirk. "Makes sense I guess," he admitted. "But you have to admit Hermione, you were rather eager to get on your knees and put my cock in your mouth."

"Who can blame me? You have a wonderful cock Harry, that just begs to be fucked and sucked," she muttered between her licks of the fleshy rod. "Ok, so while I resent the implication of being a slut in general, I'm more than willing to be your slut."

"Sound good to me," Harry said before shooting the youngest Weasley son a cocky grin. "What about you, Ron? Does the idea of your wife becoming my personal fuck toy sound good to you?"

Ron simply growled fiercely as his wife wasted no more time and once again began sucking on Harry's manhood. The dark haired man moaned at the sensation of once again having his penis in his best friend's very talent yet apparently inexperienced mouth. He threaded his fingers through her bushy locks and gently massaged her scalp, causing the married woman to hum in delight as she continued to service him. "Bloody hell Hermione," Harry said with waning restrain. "You keep that up and I'll... Uhh..."

With a loud grunt the former Seeker exploded in the woman's mouth, yet Hermione gave not a single moment of pause, eagerly accepting Harry's discharge with a lustful hunger. She sealed her mouth around his cock to make sure she caught every single drop, and swallowed his semen as it came. "Hermione..." He said in shock at such an erotic display.

Hermione simply pulled away from the dark haired man's member and shot a seductive grin at him, sensually licking her lips. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Fuck yes," Harry responded enthusiastically.

The brainy witch just laughed before turning to address her husband. "What about you Ron?" she asked abandoning her playfulness for disdain. "Did you enjoy the sight of me sucking off our friend, all with the knowledge that it's because of you that I'm repaying our debt on my knees?"

Ron simply snarled, once again struggling in vain against his wife's bindings. "Fuck you whore," he verbally spat. "It isn't my fault you're nothing but a no good, worthless slut."

Hermione, unaffected by his vitriol, simply rolled her eyes. "You mean like your sister?" She snidely shot back, getting up from her place between Harry's legs. "And for the last time, I am not a slut."

Harry gave a small chuckle at her words as she faced her body towards her husband. "Bit hard to argue that when you just sucked me off and swallowed my load Hermione," he said, greatly admiring the new view he had of Hermione's panty clad behind.

"I'm not a slut, I'm just your slut," she shot back, before glaring back at her husband, as Harry, guessing what the vengeful woman had planned next, hooked his fingers on the waistband of her underwear and began pulling them down. "And perhaps you are too stupid to understand this Ron, but it is your fault this is happening. Did you really think you could throw away money by gambling and not deal with the consequences? When you lost that bet with Owens, did you even think about how you were going to pay it back? Or did you just convince yourself that everything was 'going to be fine' and go back to stuffing your face?"

Her furious questions were met with an angry silence. "I thought as much," Hermione responded, kicking off her panties which Harry had allowed to pool around her feet. "Well don't worry Ron. Thanks to Harry, we're free from debt, and if being his personal slut is the only way to pay him back then so be it. Trust me, it is a lot better than servicing dozens of men a day if Owens got his way. Now I want you to watch Ronald, watch as I pay off our debts caused by your stupidity by slipping Harry's much bigger cock inside my tight cunt which has only ever known your tiny dick."

Still facing her husband, Hermione reached behind her and grasped Harry's hard cock, lined it up and gently lowered herself onto the flesh rod. "Oh yes," she moaned as pussy stretched to accommodate the large penis. "Oh my, so this is what a real cock feels like."

Harry just gritted his teeth as his member was encompassed was the warm, wet and unbelievably tight sensations of his best friend's vagina. The size of Ron's penis had never been a question Harry really wanted to know the answer to, but if Hermione was this tight, even after two children and two decades of marriage, then he couldn't help but think that the youngest son of Arthur and Molly can't have really been that well-endowed. "Merlin Hermione," he gasped as she squeezed him with her lips. "You keep that up and I'll have no choice but to make a mess inside you."

"Mmm," moaned the bushy haired witch. "What makes you think that that isn't exactly what I want?"

While Harry was only further aroused by what she said, it was Ron who took issue with his wife's words. "But… Hermione," the red head grunted as he once again tried in vain to struggle against her bindings. "You aren't on the potion anymore, remember?"

Hermione once again glared at her husband, her face a flushed mixed of lust and annoyance. "Of course I do, I'm just surprised you do," she said harshly. "Now please be quiet, I'll not have you interrupt this."

Ron, despite being a bit slow on the uptake, was not completely stupid. Right there he realised, as he watched her tight pussy take in Harry's huge cock, that his wife intended to get pregnant by their best friend. He could only watch in abject horror as Hermione continued to ride Harry, whose hands had reached around to her front and were once again roughly groping her breasts. Judging by the moaned emanating from his wife, moans that Ron had never heard her make before this night, she was enjoying it immensely. "Oh god yes Harry," she cried, impaling herself onto the hard member. "Yes, just like that… oh fuck, fuck me… harder… yes Harry… knock me up with your child."

As Hermione rode him like a wanton woman, Harry continued to remain an active participant in their coupling, refusing to be like her lazy husband and put as much effort into pleasing his lover and she did for him. While he continued to use one hand to caress one of her breasts he maneuverer the other one southwards, massaging her clitoris above where his manhood continued to pump in and out of her honeypot. "Oh god yes," cried Hermione, the combination of Harry's skilled hands and large shaft pushing her closer to the edge.

Just as she came, Hermione arched her back and pulled Harry's head to her own, causing their lips to crash against each other. She thrust her tongue into her best friend's mouth and moaned erotically into it as she came hard, harder than she had ever before in her life. Her entire body was shaking in ecstasy as she was overcome with pleasure, a sensation which was furthered when she was Harry's seed shoot from his cock into her caverns, filling her with a delightful warmth.

Harry wasn't entirely sure if Hermione was serious about getting pregnant, but in the heat of the moment, he certainly did what he could to make sure it came to fruition, grabbing her hips and pulling her down on him, ensuring that he was as deep inside her as possible when he came. And what an orgasm it was as well. Harry could only assuming that finally to getting to come inside the girl he spent his teenaged years wanking over added to his enjoyment.

Finally, after both were spent from their respective orgasms, their lips part with a soft noise, as they stared at each other. "So, dream come true?" Hermione asked, smirking tiredly as she repeated her words from earlier.

"You have no idea," Harry replied.

Hermione just laughed as she pushed herself off of her lover, his spent member slipping out with a small pop as some of his cum dribbled out of her pussy. "Oh, looks like I won't be getting pregnant tonight," she said disappointedly.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "So you were serious about that?"

Hermione's naked body plopped down next to his and nodded. "I was," she answered. "I have always wanted another child, especially with Hugo and Rose getting older. But Ron didn't and as I actually respect the wants of my spouse, or at least I used to, I started taking the potion. I stopped a few months because we really can't afford it any more. We would only have sex on safe days, although that almost never stopped Ron from pestering."

Hermione then turned to glare again at her bound husband. "Of course I seriously doubt Ron will be allowed near my vagina ever again after all his stunts."

Ron simply growled at his wife. "As if I'll ever want to go near your used cunt ever again."

Hermione, unfazed by her husband's venom, simply rolled her eyes. "Ron we both know you'll be begging me for sex this time tomorrow," she spoke in the annoyed toned she usually took with him. "Unless you managed to convince some other woman. But you won't be getting anything from me, not until I've payed off our debts to Harry, and even after that I doubt we'll share a bed again, even for sleeping."

Harry, who had up until now watched their exchange with a small measure of amusement, decided to interject. "I wouldn't worry about the baby thing, I plan to come inside you many, many times before you finish paying me back," he told his new lover. "Speaking of which, did you have any kind of deal in mind. You're my best friend Hermione, and I won't do this anymore than you're comfortable with. After all it's not your fault Ron's an idiot."

The bushy haired witch just smiled prettily at him, which added to the beauty of her naked body. "I know, and it's kind of you to ask, but I am more than ok with this method of repayment," she told him, her body leaning against his. "As for an actual arrangement, I'm thinking a thousand galleons."

"A thousand galleons for sex," Harry said in shock. "Hermione, you're my best friend and everything, but a thousand galleons could get me ten high class hookers for a weekend of debauchery."

"I admit Harry I'm rather curious as to how you know that," she said teasingly. "But no I don't mean a thousand galleons for just for sex. Instead, for a thousand galleons per month, you can have sex with me whenever, wherever you want."

"Whenever, wherever you say," he repeated with no small degree of lust in his eyes. "So under this arrangement, it would be perfectly fine to take you into any of the bedrooms and ravish you until the sun rose?"

"Absolutely," she confirmed with an enthusiastic nod. "Not only would it be acceptable, it would be greatly desired."

"Well I guess it's settled," Harry crowed, happy with their new arrangement.

"No it bloody well isn't," came Ron's venomous voice of where he was bound.

Both Harry and Hermione turned to look at him. "If you think for one second that I'm going to let you take what's mine Potter, you… ouch," he began however his words were cut off by a nasty stinging hex sent by his wife.

"For the love of Merlin Ron, shut up," she hissed. "Ignoring the fact that I've always hated it when you prefer to me as a possession, you are such a hypocrite. You took what was Harry's and you just threw it away. I'd say Harry is entitled to do whatever he liked to what you think is 'yours'."

"You know I'm not going to treat you like property, right Hermione," Harry spoke to her, ignoring Ron's glare. "I mean I know we agreed on you basically being my slave, but you know you do have a say in what we do. I will always respect your feelings in this."

"I know Harry," she responded to his comforting words. "You've always been so considerate of the feelings of others, more so than someone else I could name. And I know you won't push me further than I'm willing to go. But let's just say I'm willing to use this arrangement to push my boundaries a little further."

Harry gave a small chuckle. "Of course," he said, before getting up from his spot on the sofa, removing his rumpled clothes and offered a hand to Hermione. "Well shall we keep going then? I was serious about ravishing you until daybreak Mrs Weasley."

"I should hope so Mr Potter," Hermione said with a giggle as she took Harry's hand and he helped her out of her seat. "If you fall asleep, I will be most disappointed."

The pair walked out of the living room, hand-in-hand, and made it a point to ignore the scowling Weasley, still bound in his ropes and still unable to move.

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