She could never think when it was raining. The steady tap on the window panes was enough to distract her from her studies. It always was.

But she really couldn't think now.

Not when it was wet.

Not when she was wet.

Not when she was part of a harmony.

Her harmony, his harmony, their harmony. Her and Harry and Ron, all merging together, their blended skin ranging from Ron's pale white with red freckles scattered artfully about his entire body to Harry's much darker, olive toned skin, to hers, which fell somewhere in the middle.

Which is where she usually ended up.

All three of them took their turns in the middle, feeling each other, so different, yet so familiar, from both sides, but Harry and Ron loved to bring her to orgasm after scalding orgasm, wringing them from her body until she was nothing but a mass of puddled nerves, waiting for and anticipating the next touch. They always claimed that just because it took them five minutes to get hard again, didn't mean that she should be deprived for that length of time. Secretly, she thought of them as fascinated with the incredible orgasms that women could achieve, going from one peak to another with barely a valley in between.

But although they were the same, they were quite different.

Harry always made sure that she had come at least twice before he would let go. Ron knew his limits and would skillfully flick her clit just before he came. He was usually just a second or two ahead of her. She would tease him about it sometimes, but only when she wanted her sex fast and rough. Harry was softer, more gentle. She supposed that his early childhood had something to do with him always striving to please both her and Ron in bed. Just once, she wanted him to completely lose it, to take what she always freely offered, to take what Ron offered him on numerous occasions.

But she could never think when it rained.

It was just too hard.

Ron was hard, under her hand.

Harry was between her legs.

God, she was wet. Just like it was outside.

Her back arched as Harry mercilessly teased her clit with his tongue. Ron chuckled above her at her reaction. Her hand squeezed a little tighter, he sucked in a breath, then leaned down to wrap his mouth around a breast. She loved this. She loved them. She loved them even when they were trying to make her pass out from all of the damn orgasms. She'd lost count already.

"Please."

They understood. She was becoming over-sensitive and any further sensation would border on the excruciating. Harry slid up her body, licking his lips, trying to get all of her taste on his tongue. Ron met him halfway, their mouths meeting somewhere over her belly button. Ron leaned back, taking Harry with him, bringing Harry over his body. They kissed for a good few minutes, a sight she never grew tired of seeing. She rubbed Harry's back as his mouth got plundered by Ron, then ran her hand down to cup what had to be the most perfect arse known to the world.

Harry moaned, deep in his throat, and thrust helplessly against Ron. Ron arched up against his lover, seeking more of the pleasurable sensation, then his arm reached out, seeking her. She scooted closer to the two, enjoying their closeness. She tapped two fingers against Ron's chest, then Harry's. They knew the signal. She needed two more minutes to cool down, then they could complete their harmony.

They all spent those two minutes kissing fervently, whispering words of love to each other. When she no longer felt like the next touch was going to bring her to her knees in pain, she threw a leg over Harry's, opening herself to them. Harry kissed her, long and slow, and had her insides doing a slow burn. He rolled off to the side, setting Ron in the middle. She could see Ron's cock twitch at the implied meaning. He rolled on top of her, in between her legs, and nuzzled the side of her neck. She felt more weight tipping the bed and knew that Harry was behind Ron.

At some silent signal that they all knew and that none of them knew, they became one. She had ceased trying to figure out the mechanics of their mating. A large shudder passed between them. They were all connected - Harry's hands were running over her sides and her raised legs, Ron was joined with her. One stroke was all it took to send all three of them spiraling down into thrusts, moans, grunts, and oh yes please, and more, and God yeses. When they came, it was like a chain reaction. She came first, having had the most stimulation. Her hips arched sharply into Ron's, forcing his hips back towards Harry's. A two-toned drawn out moan signaled their orgasms.

Harry and Ron rolled off to her side, not one of the three trying to break their intimate connection. Somehow, they got the blanket up around them to shield their overheated bodies from the seemingly cooler air of their bedroom.

It was still wet outside and she still couldn't think.

Groping behind her for a wand, she cast a quick silencing spell, shutting out the noise of the rain.

After all, she could never think when it rained.

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