Most nights Hermione would come home to her boys lounging on the couch, Harry usually in Ron’s arms. One of them, usually Harry, would offer to rub her feet after a long day, primarily to help her feel better but the guarantee he’d be called a good boy and offered some sort of reward for his good behavior, sometimes dessert, sometimes his Mommy riding his cock while he laid on his open nappy, his Daddy either watching intently or sometimes riding his face. If he didn’t, and if he didn’t ask otherwise, when they finally retired to their bedroom Harry might be put into his crib, which was primarily there for midday naps, or in this case, leaving him helplessly sitting there, dummy in mouth, while he watched his caregivers fuck in front of him but when they were done, one of them would come over to him, jerk him off into his used nappy before changing him, and bringing him to his place, sandwiched in between them in their bed.