#193218 - Harry rose slightly, supporting his weight on his elbows, so that he could watch Hermione's lovely mouth sliding up and down his length, stopping occasionally to plant a soft kiss against the mass of tangled black hair at his base or to tease the tension from his balls with her tongue. The feeling of having control of both Ron's and Harry's most vulnerable parts was exhilarating to Hermione and she began to feel herself climaxing almost at once, causing her to squeeze her muscles tightly around Harry, creating something of a chain reaction. He sat gently at the edge and asked, Hermione, are you okay? When Hermione looked up at him, through lashes still glistening from her tears, and whispered I'm so scared, Ron, Ron's inhibitions momentarily left him and he pulled her into his arms, trying to reassure her that things would be okay, the three of them had faced Voldemort before - well, at least Harry had, but usually with some sort of help from them -