"Harry. Move to the head of the bed." He instructed. Harry gave his friend a look, before moving, pressing his back to the headboard. The bed wasn’t big. It was already transfigured from a chair and enlarged, and the three of them were pushing it to its limits, but they’d make it work. With Harry moved, they had a bit of extra room; Ron pushed Hermione off his lap and moved back so that she was on her stomach, head between Harry’s slightly spread legs. Ron maneuvered behind her like he had done so many times before. His wand was on the table, and he couldn’t be bothered to get it, so he grabbed the wait of her pants and pulled, dragging them down. Hermione lifted her hips to accommodate him, pushing her knickers down as she went. When Ron got them to mid thigh, he figured that was good enough. He worked at his pants, undoing the front so that his cock sprang free. He lined himself up with Hermione’s entrance, and pushed forward hard. Hermione moaned out, pressing her cheek against Harry’s crotch. Ron began to fuck her rocking his hips forward wildy. It wasn’t gentle - he didn’t know how to be gentle. Hermione didn’t know how to take gentle. She didn;t even think she wanted it.