I kind of want to, to . . . you know, but it’s hard (both boys grinned at each other stupidly from the implication) err, yeah, umm, with her being your sister and me knowing all your brothers and your parents. I keep worrying that your Mum would hex me if she found out. I doubt she’d be too pleased, and she scares me more than your Dad. ‘Course, I doubt your Mum would be too pleased if she knew about us, come to think of it." Harry’s words were the truth, and he didn’t really see the need to tell Ron he had a pretty fair idea of what Ginny’s breasts might feel like from the way she pressed her body firmly against him when they kissed, or that she probably had a pretty good idea of the size of Harry’s cock from the way it always responded to her presence.
Ron began to laugh, "We’re pretty pathetic mate. I can’t get a date, and you’re too scared of my Mum to take advantage of the one you have. Ron frowned before he continued, "I guess I did always think we’d at least be able to wank together."
Harry wanted to reassure Ron that nothing had changed between the two of them. He didn’t want things to be different with them, but he didn’t really think it would be fair to Ginny to see her and have a physical relationship with her brother at the same time. "Ron," Harry began tentatively, "Why don’t you just tell Hermione you fancy her?"
"Hermione?" Ron feigned confusion, although if he were fooling anyone, it was only himself, "I don’t fancy Hermione. I mean, I love her and all, just like you do, but she’s our best friend."
Harry knew better. He had suspected Ron fancied Hermione Granger even before the two of them had saved her from the troll in first year. Of course, if Ron hadn’t hurt Hermione’s feelings for showing him up in Charms class, she might not have been trapped in the loo by the troll in the first place, and she wouldn’t have needed rescuing at all, but somehow the incident had transformed their relationship from being that of two awkward first year boys who were annoyed by the bossy, know-it-all, first year girl to one of a solid three-way friendship that, without question, would last a lifetime.
Ron was absolutely right . . . Harry did love Hermione, and she loved him, just like they both loved Ron and he loved both of them, but that wasn’t the same kind of love Harry was talking about. He was certain Ron fancied Hermione when he saw how Ron reacted to Hermione showing up at the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum in the trio’s fourth year. But even now, nearly two years later, Ron refused to admit it even to himself.
"Yeah right, only we’re each other’s best friends too, and that doesn’t seem to keep all our clothes on," Harry said jovially, as he finished dressing, "Let’s get back to bed before the others wake up, or they’ll think we’ve been wanking together." Ron tucked himself back into his pyjamas, and the two of them slipped back into their dorm room and into their own beds.
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