Hello readers!
We're finally getting to the steamy parts of Rumour Has It.
This chapter is VERY NC-17!
Hope you enjoy!
-Tanaka

Chapter 5: Heaven in Hiding - Halsey

Saturday was here, and Cicre's tits, Hermione Granger was nervous, more nervous than she had been on her wedding night when she was a virgin. Hell, she felt like a virgin all over again. She'd been up half the night pacing, wondering if she should call the whole shebang off, knowing that the men would respect her wishes. But in reality, she didn't really want to. Hermione hated not being knowledable in a subjuct, but sex was one of those things that one simply couldn't learn out of a book.

Putting on a black lace bra and panties set, she dressed for dinner in simple muggle jeans and black v-necked t-shirt and oversized, open jumper. She hoped her Gryffindor courage would be with her tonight as she walked in blind. What had she been thinking, really? She'd only been with one man, and now she was bold enough for a triad? She'd lost her marbles.

As she walked in the Great Hall, her eyes were glued to both Charlie and Oliver, who both looked at her like wolves looked at sheep. She gulped nervously, but walked proudly and took her seat between the two.

"You look like you could pass out at any moment, love. Not backing out on us are you?" Charlie whispered the moment she took her seat between the two.

"Are you kidding me?" She asked with false bravado. "You've been teasing me for a week and I didn't get to come last night by decree of the Scottish rogue. I'm not backing out, I'm just nervous. I'm allowed to be." She hissed the last part quietly.

"Yeh'll thank me once yeh're so sensitive yeh can't bear to cum anymore." Oliver whispered in her ear, and she felt her face color, suddenly grateful for their place at the end of the table. Oliver, with his keeper's relfexes dodged her light swat. "Yeh wound me, lass." He quipped, predator's eyes flashing with mirth.

Food appeared, and subjects drifted to safer topics. Banter was easy with both of the men for Hermione. Dinner seemed to take both an eternity and the blink of an eye, but before long, plates disappeared and the crowd started to exit en mass.

Gathering her courage with a sultry smile, she asked "Well, what next, gentlemen?"

"Where would you be the most comfortable, Hermione?" Charlie, ever the thoughtful one, asked. Hermione pondered. Could she do this in her own bed? No, she decided. Not the first time.

"Could we go to your hut, Charlie? I'd rather not have a chance of being disturbed at either mine or Oliver's quarters in the castle." She asked, batting her lashes.

"As me Lady wishes!" Oliver exclaimed drawing a few eyes, but took her arm. She flushed again. If he kept this up the whole school would know.

"Let's go then." Charlie smiled warmly at her taking her other arm and leading her from the Great Hall, unknowlingly one set of eyes followed their retreat, and Minerva McGonagall smiled to herself.

Before she knew it, Hermione found herself in Charlie's hut tucked in front of a warm fire roaring in the hearth with a fantasic glass of elf wine in hand. She quickly finished the first glass and Oliver poured her anothe with a wink. "Easy on th' wine, pet. Yeh'll want te remember what comes next."

"Nerves," she muttered "always make me drink more than I should."

"You've nothing to be nevous about, Hermione. It's just us." Charlie told her laying a hand on her shoulder. He looked fastastic in firelight, she noted, his long hair shining like burnished copper.

She downed her second glass in a single pull, and turned to both of them, feeling slightly tipsy and far braver as she stood up. "What happens next? Are there rules? What do I need to know or do?"

Both men laughed, and she started to get offended, thinking they were laughing at her before Oliver explained. "We made a wager, pet, wonderin' how long it'd be before you'd ask about soddin' rules. I owe Charlie five galleons." She laughed with them, now, at how predictable she was.

"You set the pace here, Hermione. We should be a safe haven for you. Anything you want to do or try is fair game between the three of us." Charlie told her. Her heart soared.

"Anything?" she whispered. She'd been subjugated to purely lights-out, missionary sex for years with Ron. There had never been any playing around with new ideas, toys, or anything.

"Anything fer you, pet. I can't promise I'll let yeh set th' pace all th' time though. I tend to be a bit of a demandin' lover." Oliver grinned at her, and she wanted to swoon. These handsome men were really going to do this.

"Okay, just be patient with me. I've only ever been with Ron, and it wasn't exactly thrilling. You'd better be ready to teach me a thing or two." She said with a smile.

"I do have one rule, love. No more talk of Ron when it comes to sex. It's just a bit awkward for me." Charlie added. She nodded, completely understanding. "So, your call, Hermione. What do you want to do?" She squirmed between both of their heavy, expectant gazes.

"Kiss me. Both of you. Make me forget everyone before you." She breathed. Charlie pulled her to him, fitting her firmly against his lean body,and she sighed as his lips met hers in a devilish kiss. He led her into a teasing, mind melting, soul rocking snogging session, his goatee tickled her chin, the whole while. Someone had clearly taught this man to kiss.

Hermione felt her hair being tangled in Oliver's hand as he lifted it free, pulling off her jumper to run his tongue along her neck and felt wicked to be sandwiched between two masculine bodies. She moaned into Charlie's mouth when Oliver nibbled on a particularly sensitive spot, and her nipples beaded through bra. The friction from the lace, her shirt and Charlie's chest was soon driving her crazy.

"I...I'd like you both shirtless, please." She said pulling back and spinning to Oliver, raking her eyes from his chisled chest to meet his hungry eyes.

"As my lady commands. You too?" Charlie whispered hotly in her ear. Oliver just nodded and started unbuttoning his black button down.

"I want to see yeh, pet."Oliver purred, raking his hands under her thin tee shirt along the sensitve skin of her stomach. Feeling self concious, she did as she was told, stepping back from them to tug the material free. She fought the urge to cover her breasts in their scanty lace bra, but stood proudly before the men with a smile.

"Blimey, yeh're gorgeous, Hermione." Oliver muttered, pulling her back to trap her between their two bodies. "Now, pet, kiss meh." He murmured against her lips, light beard abrading her soft skin. Wrapping her hands in his thick hair, she pulled him down to her level and brushed her open mouth against his. Oliver's kiss was more controlling, less teasing. Hotter and made her want him inside her immediately.

"He's right, you know. You're beautiful. Firelight makes your skin look like you've been dipped in gold dust." Charlie ran his hands along every inch of her exposed back. "Never thought you'd be the type for black lace though." He smirked against her skin as he laid kisses on her spine.

"Has anyone ever told him he talks too much?" She asked Oliver, saucily. She felt his deep baritone chuckle all the way to her toes.

"I'll show you, I talk to much. Bloody woman." Charlie chuckled, unhooking her bra, and running his hands down to unsnap her jeans. "Do you get the first taste or do I?" He asked Oliver, pushing her jeans to her ankles, leaving her standing nearly nude between the two.

"Yeh can 'ave the firs' taste of her quim. These tits are makin' me crazy" Oliver palmed her breast and rolled a nipple and she moaned loudly.

"I don't care who gets what, just please don't stop touching me." She half begged.

"Bring her to the bed then. I want to eat her properly." Charlie Weasley had never looked so devilish or so hot with all his glorious ink and toned body. His chest was sparsley covered with ginger hair and in ran down in the happiest of trails to meet his low slung jeans.

"Oi, gotcha. " Oliver swept her off her feet, carrying her bridal style until he reached Charlie's huge bed, and dropped her. She bounced with a giggle and looked up at them. They were equally so gorgeous, but in such different ways. Charlie was bulkier, but Oliver was more lean, willowy, which made him the perfect quidditch player she supposed.

"You look like the cat that ate the canary, love." Charlie stated wiggling down beween her thighs.

"I feel like it. You're both about to put your mouths and other things all over me. How can I not be excited?"

"Enjoy then, pet." Oliver said with a wink, taking his wand and simply tearing her panties from her body withj a handy bit of spellwork. Charlie ran his hands gently along her thighs, running high and higher until he stroked the outside lips of her pussy gently while Oliver ran his hands all along her breasts, tweakig her pebbled nipples. She groaned, feeling a flood of wetness between her thighs.

"Methinks the lady likes it." Murmmered Charlie with a chuckle before lapping her slit. The man ate pussy like he lived for it. She keened when he found her clit and sucked. Hermione reached to tangle her hands in his hair, but Oliver grabbed them in his own, choosing then to start pressing open mouthed kisses down to her breasts. He captured a nipple in his mouth as Charlie sucked harder on her sensitive clit. Hermione thrashed against their grips, not knowing if she was struggling to get away or closer to their magical mouth. It felt like hours they drove her crazy. Each knowing just how to use their mouths, teeth and hands. She wailed her first orgasm.

"Yer skin tastes o' honey, Pet. I wonder if yer quim does too." Oliver's brogue sounded so naughty against her skin. His beard felt like sandpaper against her skin, firing all her nerve ending at once, making her even more sensitive.

"Her cunt's even better, mate." Charlie said, wiping his mouth with a grin. That goatee of his had driven her crazy, rough hair tickling the most senstive parts of her body. "Want to trade?" Her eyes rolled back in her head as Charlie slipped two fingers deep inside her pussy and crooked them up, hitting her gspot just right.

"Gods, no trading. Please, one of you, fuck me." She begged, not caring how desperate she sounded.

"Oliver can fuck you, Pet. I want to see you swallow my cock." She met Charlie's dark blue eyes, and a shiver ran through her.

"Anything, just make me come again." She pleaded.

Oliver chuckled darkly, "Oi, Pet, I ca' promise yeh that." The men, by some unspoken cue, got up and began to shuck their jeans. Again, Oliver was more leanly built and his cock was longer and thinner. Her eyes blew wide at the length of him. Charlie's cock was a little shorter, but hugely thick, making her wonder how she would ever get her mouth around him. She was never very experienced at felatio, but she'd read about how to do it properly.

"Get on yer hans and knees, Pet." Oliver ordered, "I wanta watch yeh suckin' him." A thrill went through Hermione as she did as she was told, putting herself face to face with Charlie's thick cock. She raised her eyes to meet his and opened her mouth. She leaned forward to slowly run her tongue along the head, tasting the salty precome that had already beaded up. He groaned and she felt powerful.

"Feed me your cock, Charlie." She pleaded, and opened fully. He obliged, pressing forward slowly, over her tongue and down to her throat, stopping, thoughtfully before she gagged. He began a slow, methodical rythym. Tenatively, she reached up with one hand to graze his balls, rolling them in her palm. He groaned loudly, and she did too around his cock when Oliver started stroking his cock along her soaked slit.

Oliver began to press inside, making her eyes roll in her head as she reached the base of Charlie's cock. Blue eyes met brown, and he nodded to Oliver to pick up the pace. Gods, she felt so good, Oliver was hitting all the right spots and she was moaning like a whore around Charlie's cock. They played her body like a fiddle as she went rigid between them several times, coming hard around Oliver.

"Her mouth's a dream. I think we have a natural born cock-sucker here, mate." Charlie said crudely, but it only turned her on more.

She pulled off his cock with a pop, and said "I'll be a good little whore if I can taste myself off of Oliver's cock." Admitting one of her fantasies aloud.

"What a dirty feckin' mouth on yeh, Pet. Give the lass what she wants. I wanta cum down her throa' anywae." Oliver said with a smack on her ass that startled her.

"Oh!" She cried. But the stinging slap turned into radating warmth, and she rubbed her face against Charlie's cock. Nothing escaped his notice.

"Would you like me to spank you while I fuck you one day, Hermione?" Charlie asked in a deep, masterful voice. She looked up, bit her lip, but nodded hesitantly. He smirked. Nodding to Oliver, the two changed places again.

Oliver flipped her over where she was flat on her back, head hanging off the bed, and said "I'm gonta fuck yer throat, Pet. If it gets ta be too much, pinch me thigh. Relax and yeh'll enjoy it." She nodded, trusting him implicitly. Charlie climbed between her thighs, hooking her legs over his arms, sliding deeply inside her, setting a rapid pace.

Oliver did the same, sliding between her lips. Their combinded taste was delicious, and she felt so naughty licking herself off someone's cock.

"Fuck, You feel so good, Hermione." Charlie panted, angling her legs to where he could hit her gspot every thrust. Her eyes watered as she moaned around Oliver's cock. She wanted to cry out so desperately, but she was enjoying having both her mouth and her cunt fucked so throughly. She clenched tightly around Charlie, coming hard and feeling completely spent and limp. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He called out, following her into orgasmal bliss. Oliver's pace increased, and he came on her tongue, allowing her to taste him before swallowing his load.

Both men tucked themselves along side her, cuddling her, petting her. They murmurred soft words, stroked her sensitive skin and allowed her to come back to earth slowly.

"Holy shite." She whispered, and giggled.