Ron believes Hermione completely.

Clenched tightly in Hermione’s fist, you both watch Ron eagerly for his response. Your very life actually hinges on whether or not Ron can tell that Hermione was just lying. While she is very convincing, she hadn’t counted on one thing: despite his flaws, and his overactive libido, Ronald Weasley has always pulled through when you’ve really needed him. And you can’t possibly need him any more than right now!

Sure enough, a moment later his eyes open again and Ron fixes Hermione with an unreadable expression. “Mione,” he begins gently with just the slightest air of accusation, “do you think I’m an idiot?” As he waits for an obviously dumbfounded Hermione to answer, you are elated to see his hand reach for you. For just an instant you feel Hermione’s fingers tighten involuntarily around you before she lets out a defeated sigh, bordering on a sob.

“No… no I don’t think you’re an idiot Ron,” she mumbles miserably as you are dropped into Ron’s waiting palm.

“Darn right,” Ron says with a triumphant smirk pulling at his mouth. Despite your current precarious position between their two massive sweaty bodies, you can’t help but turn around to shoot Hermione a smug smile of your own. Your nightmare is over. You’ll be safe until Dumbledore finds a cure and if he doesn’t; you’ll still get to hang with your best bud until the very end.

“I know perfectly well that this isn’t Harry Potter,” Ron announces matter-of-factly.

“I’m not?” you squeak in a horrified tone as the relief that was buoying your thoughts a moment before vanishes.

“He’s… not?” Hermione echos sounding at least as confused as you are.

“Nope,” Ron coos to the busty brunette as his hand slowly lowers you down towards the mattress. “Harry got a toy dragon back when he was taking part in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He still has it back in our room. It’s so detailed and real looking; but it’s still just a toy.”

This is not happening. Your head swivels back and forth between your two friends’ faces as the words ‘just a toy’ hang heavily in the air. Ron’s face displays a confidence to the point of smugness that he’s seen through Hermione’s ‘lie’. Hermione on the other hand, looks as if she’d just won the lottery: total unadulterated joy.

No.

You’re this close to freedom; you sure as Hell are not going to just hand yourself right back over to Hermione Granger! “None of that’s true, Ron! She’s a liar! She **** me to pleasure her like I’m some sort of sex toy and then she swallowed me! She fucking swallowed me, Ron!! She--” Your next words are cut off as a massive form suddenly rises up from beneath Ron’s lowering hand: his massive swollen member. Your more pressing worries momentarily vanish as you scramble backwards in Ron’s palm to gain just a little more distance between you… and ‘it.’

Like some flesh-colored basilisk, the monster looms powerfully in the air. It’s obvious that Ron’s brief argument with Hermione has done nothing to abate his desire. The shock of red hair about the base gives it the added illusion of bursting forth from some sort of demonic hellfire, a vision made all the more convincing by the heat you can feel radiating out from it. Worse than Hermione, worse than Draco, worse even than Voldemort; you have met your worst nightmare and it is a part of Ron.

You don’t even realize you’ve been staring fixed at the massive organ until Ron’s hand tilts beneath you, dropping you gently onto the mattress. Climbing quickly to your feet on the soft mattress you find that your new vantage point does little to improve the view. Ron dropped you almost directly beneath his swollen cock which is blocking out his face. Turning away from your veiny nightmare, your blood suddenly runs cold. Out past Ron’s legs sits Hermione, her eyes locked squarely on you. Deep, ragged breaths cause her massive breasts to heave outwards and something about the look in those eyes reminds you very much of Crookshanks preparing to lunge for a meal.

You’ve been that meal once already and you don’t trust fate enough to risk giving Hermione a second helping. You hate it, but you **** yourself to turn back toward Ron’s enormous hovering dick and the face that it’s continuing to obstruct.

“Ron!” you call up. Even you can hear the edge of desperation in your voice and the sudden gasp of pleasure behind you says that Hermione can too.

“And besides,” Ron says happily, totally ignoring you, “if it were Harry, would I do this?” Ron’s giant body begins to move and for just an instant you fear that he may be bringing his legs together beneath him, crushing you between the massive, hairy limbs. He doesn’t; instead you realize that Ron’s widening his legs. You glance from side to side as each fleshy wall moves farther from you, unsure if you should try to run or not. Finally you turn your face upwards to call up to your best bud again.

“Hey, RooooaaaahhhhHHHH!!!!” your yell becomes a scream of horror as you are enveloped in hairy, wrinkly flesh. Forcing you onto your back, the loose skin seems to pour over you, conforming to your body as you struggle to push it away. Distantly, you can actually hear Ron groan as he presses his sack down onto you. You open your mouth to howl in anger and disgust only to be rewarded with a mouthful of the same pink, wrinkled skin. You push and shove upwards against Ron’s scrotum as your fight for freedom quickly becomes a more **** fight for oxygen. It’s no good, however; you can’t seem to get the warm, sweaty skin away from your face. Even in the smothering darkness you can feel the two massive orbs of Ron’s balls settle on each side of you as if giving you a grotesque hug.

Well, that settles it: this has officially become the worst day of your young, tragic life. You’d have thought that having your parents murdered by the Dark Lord himself would hold that title; but somehow, this tops those. Used as a fucking dildo and eaten by one best friend and tea-bagged by the other. As the air in your lungs grows thin, you actually find yourself wondering if ‘teabag’ is the proper term for what you’re experiencing.

A blast of fresh air washes over you and you gulp it greedily into your starved lungs. You give your head a quick shake to clear it; you had been so close to passing out that you hadn’t even felt Ron lift off of you! Your respite is destined to be brief you realize as you watch Ron’s balls lowering towards you again. You fight the urge to scream; instead, making sure your mouth is tightly closed this time.

“Oh yes,” Hermione purrs, the excitement in her voice growing stronger as she watched the entire scene. Anything else is cut off as you are again surrounded by the warm, loose skin of Ron’s ball sack. Again, you find yourself struggling in vain as he grinds down on top of you even more forcefully than before. You feel more than hear the groan vibrate down through his body as Ron is stimulated by your pathetic attempts at freedom.

Finally, at just about the moment that you begin to wonder if anybody else has ever been smothered to **** by a pair of testicles, Ron leans back, dragging them off of your small exhausted body. You don’t resist as his massive hand reappears, scooping you gently into his palm again.

Quickly, and none too soon as far as you’re concerned, Ron’s enormous tool drops away as you are lifted up in front of Ron’s face instead. He peers down at you as you finally begin struggling to your feet again.

“I think it—I mean ‘he’ is enjoying it, Hermione,” Ron breathes in obvious amazement. The statement is so ludicrous that you actually snort out a single laugh as you find your footing. His eyes rise away from you to focus on Hermione again. “So what should we do with him now?” he asks eagerly, “Want to do something kinky with him?”

“Oh no, Ron,” Hermione coos with obvious relish, “I know exactly where I want Harry.” Slowly she reclines back onto her bed, laying out her entire body to yours and Ron’s combined gazes. You watch as she arranges her head comfortably on the pillows at the head of her bed before she fixes her eyes on you again. “I want you to feed him to me,” she continues as a smile spreads across her face. Her pink tongue, glistening with saliva, slides quickly across her lips as she eyes you.

No. You’ve had enough of this. Like a flash, you are on your feet again. With a few quick strides you leap over the side of Ron’s hand. You’ve got no plan; but that’s nothing new for you. You’ve managed to get yourself out of quite a few life-or-**** scrapes by following your instincts; and right now your instincts are telling you to get the Hell out of here! You aren’t even halfway to the mattress before two of Ron’s massive fingers pluck you right out of the air.

“Sorry I dropped you Harry,” Ron offers earnestly as he raises you up to his face. “Are you really alright with Hermione swallowing you?” he asks nervously. “She’s got a pretty amazing—er… powerful throat,” he offers helpfully as if you didn’t already know that yourself.

You stare at your best bud, feeling as livid as you ever have. Are you alright with it?! You take a deep breath as you look your best friend right in the eyes, “Sure, Ron. I can’t fucking wait to shoot down that lying bitch’s throat so that I can die a horrible, mind-numbingly painful **** in her belly.”

For a second Ron just stares down at you dumbly and you dare to hope that it worked. “Cheers then, mate,” he replies excitedly as a big toothy smile spreads across his face.

“Noo!!” you howl angrily as you are moved away from Ron’s face and find yourself approaching Hermione again. Her eyes shine excitedly as Ron lifts you up above her feet. Her entire body lays out before you like some massive landscape. Even with another trip down her throat looming you can’t seem to stop your eyes from traveling up her body. Her legs, long, smooth and graceful; guide your eyes up to her hips. Your eyes freeze momentarily on the shock of curly brown hair just above her pussy. You’ve already almost drowned between those lips once but somehow even that seems better than being digested! Higher still lays Hermione’s toned and slender tummy. Perhaps your final resting place if you don’t figure out an escape plan soon. Finally, resting heavily against her chest, you can’t help but take in the spender of Hermione’s massive breasts. If there’s one consolation about dying how she intends for you too; it would have to be that you’ll at least become a part of one of the most impressive racks you’ve ever seen.

All of these thoughts fall away as Ron begins to guide you up those long legs towards her waiting face. She looks like the cat that ate the canary… or is about to.

Just as you find yourself suspended above her thighs, Ron suddenly stops. For an instant you wonder if he hasn’t had a change of heart about using you as an hors d'oeuvre but a quick glace at his face confirms the real situation. His mouth slack as his eyes roam hungrily over Hermione’s impressive naked body as your own just had; Ron’s thoughts are written clearly across his face.

He CAN feed you to Hermione which will obviously please her greatly, but that will effectively end your career as a sex toy. OR He can decide that he’s not ready to get rid of you just yet, considering all the other fun nooks and crannies that his and Hermione’s bodies offer for you to be used on. You are just a toy after all.