Dedicated to Bumlewis, who holds my virtual hand at all times, cheerleads for me, yells at me when I need it and most of all, loves me and this story. To say I fretted about this chapter would be a huge understatement, but in the end, I went with my heart and here it is, in its unedited glory. Two things you need to know - I will never kill either Harry or Ginny, and I will never let anything come between them. They will always be Harry and Ginny, together in all ways, in all forms. Always.

Chapter 49: The Mind, Body, & Spirit

"Ministry of Magic Remains Strong Despite Pressure to Crumble!"

"We, the remaining staff of the Daily Prophet, have banded together in locations unknown, to bring you, the Wizarding public, the true news! Our offices have been attacked and destroyed by followers of You Know Who. Those of us who are left, (and not hiding in broom cupboards) have decided to keep publishing despite outside forces trying to keep the spread of information down! Rise up, fellow Wizards and Witches! Rise up and let your voices be heard! As Minister of Magic Willamenia Spunk has bravely stood up to You Know Who as he takes over Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, (while locked away safe in her office), we urge you, the reading public, to take heart that all is not lost! Minister Spunk has let it be known that her Ministry is Strong! Her Ministry Lives On to Fight Another Day! No word yet on when, or if ever, Minister Spunk will be heard or seen from again."

Ginny shook her head and tossed the small version of The Daily Prophet into the rubbish bin. It was early in the morning, and it was her turn to do the laundry this week. She thought she would teach Harry a thing or two about being timely and do it first thing. But so far, all she'd done is drink her tea and stare at the paper that Lupin had sent them the previous night.

There wasn't much to read – it was still mostly just the Prophet being the Prophet – annoying and trivial to the point of absurdity while not reporting or telling them much at all. But they'd had a long discussion about it the night before, and there was a growing sense of impatience starting to waft through the cottage.

Hogwarts was indeed Death Eater central – Lupin had told them the Aurors who had been on site were no longer able to get in and that people in Hogsmeade had said they'd seen Voldemort himself at the castle. There had been no word on McGonagall, which made Ginny sad, but Lupin optimistic that perhaps they didn't have their friend, after all. None of them really believed that, though. Ginny doubted even Lupin did; she knew he was just trying to soothe their anxieties, or mostly, to soothe Harry's.

Ginny sighed and grabbed the nearest batch of clothes next to her and tossed them into the large washing basin they had transformed. Adding the soap, she tapped her wand against the side and watched as it started to churn the clothes together. She sat down and sighed again, watching the water was a bit hypnotic in a way, and it allowed her to turn off her brain.

Ginny looked at the second batch of clothes she had to do and frowned when she pulled out a long black robe she didn't recognize. It had to be Brogan's. It was, in fact, his teaching robes. Wondering where he'd had those stashed, she started to set them aside when something fell out of the inside pocket. She reached down and saw that it was a letter. A letter with her (and Harry's) name on it. She felt the slight tingle of magic as she traced her finger over her own name. Ginny could have sworn she heard a sigh and the soft feel of feathers across her skin. Aine.

Ginny stared at the sealed envelope, getting a funny feeling in her stomach. She thought of opening it, because it was, in fact, addressed to her. But something made her pause. She didn't believe Brogan had been carrying it around just forgetting to give it to them. She slipped it into her jeans pockets and checked the clothes spinning in the basin one more time and ducked out of the laundry room.

She crossed into the kitchen and came up short when the man in question looked up from the table, a bit bleary-eyed. He looked completely knackered. He gave her a half-hearted smiled and closed his eyes again. She pursed her lips and went over to the French press they'd discovered. Brogan looked like he needed coffee, not tea.

After a little while she carried over two cups and sat down next to him. He lifted his head up sleepily from the table.

"Ta," he said, his voice sounding gruff. Ginny bided her time as she watched him eventually become more Brogan-like and less sleepy-headed.

He finished his cup and then got up to get more coffee, bringing the French press back to the table. He raised it over her cup, but she shook her head. It was a bit too strong for Ginny's liking. Brogan happily poured the rest into his cup and then blinked at her.

"Good Morning."

"It is now since you've had that,"Ginny said, nodding at his cup. "Tough night?"

"Aye, I couldn't fall asleep," Brogan said, wiping at his eyes. "The coffee helps. Any food yet?"

Ginny shook her head. "I wanted to get started on the laundry first."

"Then I'll make some eggs or something," he said, starting to get up. Ginny put her hand out to stop him. Brogan sat back down, frowning at her.

"What is it?"

"I found something in your robes. Thought you might want it back." Ginny reached into her pocket and held up the letter. Brogan's face went pale, and he quickly reached out for it. His reaction only confirmed her suspicions. Again, it felt as though a sigh of Aine's power had entered the room, and it spurred her on.

Ginny held on tighter to the envelope. "Why do you have a letter addressed to Harry and me in your robes? Were you going somewhere? Don't people usually do things like this when they want to say goodbye? Because I'm fairly sure this isn't a letter to talk about the weather. You've charmed it."

Brogan sighed and looked anywhere but at her. He finally met her gaze as she pushed the letter across the table at him.

"I wrote it awhile ago, it's nothing." Brogan's hand closed around it, and he pulled it closer to him, as though to protect it. He glanced at her. "You didn't…?"

Ginny shook her head. "No, something told me you didn't want it to be read yet. Which brings us back to my first question. Why do you have a letter addressed to Harry and me? And why haven't you given it to us yet?"

Brogan sighed and then slid the letter into his own pocket. "It's nothing. It's just something I wrote… like you said, in case something happened to me."

Ginny stared at him. Her Weasley sixth sense of sussing out the truth was tingling, and she was starting to smell evasion."What aren't you explaining to me? Or telling me?"

"Just leave it, Ginny," Brogan said rather testily, and he pushed away from the table. Ginny realized it was the first time she had ever seen him angry. This only made her dig her heels in more, for some reason. It was as though she couldn't help herself.

"What's in the letter, Brogan? Why do I have the feeling that you've made some stupid decision, and this is how you're planning to say goodbye?" She knew from the set of his shoulders that she had hit upon exactly why he had written the letter.

"When I first touched it, I felt…her. Aine."

Brogan, who had gone to the other side of the room, seemed startled. He turned to look at her. "I…I don't know why you felt her. What's in that letter has nothing to do with her. Not really. I only charmed it so that if something happened to me, you or Harry would find it."

"You're worrying me," Ginny said, frowning. "I thought this was all settled ages ago. You promised me, Brogan. And now I feel like you've done something like put yourself into harm's way or made some sort of pact with Aine to be the one who gets sacrificed."

Brogan's eyes flashed at her and he seemed to snap finally. "Look, would it matter to you if I had? I mean, honestly, Ginny. As long as you and Harry are together, who really cares what happens to me? Just let it go, please. Let me keep this one thing for myself."

Ginny felt her anger leave her as easy as it had come. She blinked at him as though she'd never seen him before. "You don't think you matter to Harry? Or to me? You don't think we'd notice if you left or disappeared? Do you really think so little of us that we'd just shrug our shoulders and say, hey, poor Brogan, good guy, but now that he's gone, let's get on with it?"

Brogan sighed. "No, that's not what I meant."

"Pretty sure it was," Ginny said, approaching him. He watched her, his expression wary. "Don't you know Harry and me at all? We're both Gryffindors, and when we say we trust someone, we really mean it. You're our friend, Brogan. I don't know about anything else, but I do know that. You've saved my life a couple of times, and you've helped Harry in so many ways. He's calmer and less angry around you. I know you want more from us, and I feel for you, I do. So please hear me when I say that we care about you."

Brogan didn't say anything and slumped slightly, hanging his head.

Ginny reached out and touched him, and that flare – that flash of something she had felt previously was suddenly back between them. Brogan appeared shaken but didn't pull his hand away this time, and she felt all of what he was feeling. She could tell he was frantically trying to pull his emotions back in – to stop her from sensing anything he didn't want, but it was too late – Ginny felt it all.

"You really love us," she whispered, and he jerked his hand back as though burned. Brogan moved backwards until he hit the wall, and looked horrified. She didn't know what to say. Ginny had not realized the depth of his feelings, and she felt stunned at herself. She thought he just…fancied them. Something that would eventually fade. Or something that was just physical. But she realized suddenly that while she'd known he'd had feelings, she hadn't allowed herself to really know. All the teasing comments she had made, all the times she'd taken the piss…they burned through her and she felt like the world's biggest jerk suddenly.

Ginny didn't know how long they would have stood there, staring at each other if Harry hadn't chosen that moment to come into the kitchen.

"Morning," Harry said, shuffling in. He paused and then looked at them. "Um, what's going on?"

"Nothing." She and Brogan both said together, and Harry raised his eyebrow at them.

"Yeah, right, pull the other one," Harry said, frowning.

Brogan sighed, finally tearing his eyes away from hers. He shook his head slightly, his cheeks turning pink, and then he quickly left the kitchen. Harry watched him leave and then went over to her.

"What happened?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Ginny frowned and didn't say anything, still staring at where Brogan had just been. She had been wrong to think Brogan didn't understand them – he did – more than she'd realized. She looked at Harry.

"He has a letter. A letter addressed to us that he doesn't want us to read, and he thinks we don't care about him. I'm fairly sure he's made some stupid decision about something, and doesn't want me to know. Something to do with Aine. And…" Ginny paused, not sure if she should continue.

"And what?" Harry frowned at her. "You seem more upset than you should be about a letter."

"He loves us. Like, loves us, Harry. Like I love you, and you love me. Love."

"Yeah, I get that," Harry said, making her sit down at the table.

"You knew?" Ginny asked, feeling gobsmacked.

"Well, you said he had feelings for us both and…I don't know, I sort of assumed he felt deeply. Brogan doesn't strike me as the type to feel something half-heartedly. He sort of strikes me as the type to go all in, as it were. What did you think? That he just wanted us all to…you know, be physical with each other, and that's it?"

"I don't know, I reckon I did," Ginny admitted. "He's so lonely and untouched, I just thought he was mistaking his attraction to us for something else. But he really does love us. Me, you, the two of us together. Especially that. He feels…he feels everything, Harry."

"It would take nothing less than love or deep feelings for me to admit I fancied another man, Ginny. I would imagine Brogan is much the same," Harry said simply.

Ginny considered his words and heard the truth in them. Had she just been lying to herself as a way to not deal with the issue? She stared at Harry and he looked back at her, his green eyes thoughtful. Ginny was still upset about the letter, though, and felt indignation push back through her.

"But still, he can't go around making decisions for us and not telling us, Harry! Aine tried to tell me something had changed, and I think it's because of Brogan." Ginny hated the angry sound of her voice, but she couldn't help it. Loving them or no, Brogan had no right to go back on his promise to her, and he knew it. Some of her feelings must have shown on her face because Harry took her hand and sighed.

"Honestly Gin, which part are you more upset at?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"Well, you're either upset because he wants you to mind your own business about how he feels or you're upset because, for once, he hasn't told you something regarding Aine."

"I'm her Heir, Harry! I get to decide what happens when the time comes. Anything about what needs to be done needs to…" Ginny paused, hearing herself for the first time. She looked at Harry. "Gods, I sound like such a twat. As if Aine is mine to direct."

Harry didn't say anything but looked outside the window. It looked like it was a calm yet chilly day, with dark clouds coming in from the east. Ginny shivered, even though they were warm and inside.

Harry stroked her hand absentmindedly, and she felt calmed somewhat. But when Harry looked at her, Ginny couldn't help but feel embarrassed. The most important thing, of course, was Brogan's feelings for them, not if he had gone back on his word to her. Wasn't it?

"You know," Harry said suddenly. "I've sort of let the whole thing you have about Aine and Brogan roll off me a bit. I know you two made some sort of decision after what happened at Lough Gur. I know there's something you haven't told me. Because it involves you leaving or whatever, and I know Brogan keeps your secrets for you. You think I'm too thick to notice, I reckon. But I know you, Ginny. And I am starting to know him fairly well and quite honestly, he'll do whatever it is you want him to do. He cares about you that much. So maybe you could stop being so territorial about Aine, and just treat him with kindness about the whole thing."

Ginny stared at far point out the window, not really seeing anything. A white noise had started in her head as Harry was talking, and she felt ashamed again. Ginny looked at him and realized how unfair she had been before. She'd had no idea Harry had felt left out, but then, she realized with a start, that is exactly how she'd wanted it. Too afraid of his response after everything was done, and he discovered that she had to leave him.

"There's nothing I'm keeping from you, Harry. And no, I don't think you're thick. Brogan is not keeping my secrets. Because there aren't any, not really. You know Aine told me I would have to leave – to pay back this gift she's given us. Brogan has a part to play, and I told him to make sure he chooses me. All I want is for you to survive and live and have a wonderful life. As best as you can. You will defeat him, and you will have your whole life ahead of you."

Harry stared at her, a strange look on his face. He shook himself and then kneeled down in front of her.

"My whole life ahead of me? Without you? How long do you think it would take me to start to track you down after you supposedly 'leave' – one minute? More like one second. As if I wouldn't do everything in my power to find you. If I defeat Voldemort and I turn around and see that you're not there? Well, then he wins, Ginny, because I don't have a life without you. So I guess Aine can shove this blasted gift, and I'll never face him. She is not taking you. Oh, and by the way? Stop thinking you know what's so bloody good for me. You accuse me of being noble all the time, but what in the bloody hell are you doing? Sacrificing yourself so that I get to live? Fuck that, Gin. You wouldn't let me get away with that tripe, so why should I let you?"

He kissed her but then pulled away, and she could see a bit of anger in his eyes. Ginny felt stunned at what he'd said, and opened her mouth to speak – to say anything – sorry, perhaps, but he shushed her.

"I'm going to go talk to Brogan and make sure he's okay. Why don't you stay out here and think about things."

Ginny didn't argue with him and let him go. She sighed and put her head in hands, feeling terrible inside. How had everything become so muddled?

o-o-o-o-o

There were only so many places to hide in the cottage, and when Harry eventually found him in the training room, blowing up the miniature busts he'd conjured, Brogan wasn't surprised. He glanced at the other man, and then aimed his wand to blow up the next one. There was a gratifying thunk as the broken head of Lachlan the Lanky hit the floor with a loud thud.

"Come to yell at me too?" he finally asked, glancing at Harry, who had remained surprisingly quiet.

"No, whatever it is between you and Ginny and Aine…I leave that all up to you three. I'm out of it, mate." Harry moved into the room and stood next to him. He nodded at the rest of the statues. "Want some help?"

Brogan smiled despite his mood and aimed his wand at the remaining statues. "Let's make it interesting, eh?" The small busts started to move off their pedestals, twirling in the air. Harry nodded encouragingly and took a defensive position. Brogan moved his wand again, and the busts started emitting random stunners. Harry flexed his hand and let one of them hit him on purpose and jerked his hand back in surprise.

"Too much?" Brogan asked.

Harry grinned. "Nope. Just wasn't expecting it to be that strong. Come on, let's see who can destroy the most. And let's not use any shielding unless we have to."

They both worked in tandem, avoiding the stunners the statues were putting out. Brogan moved his wand a third time so that the figures would start to re-form before they could hit the ground, and Harry let out a loud whoop of approval. Soon they were working faster and faster as the busts started to get more daring. Brogan noticed Harry had started using his hand rather than his wand to block the stray spells and so he used his wand to pulverize the statues before they could reform. They soon had them all destroyed except for the one of Matilda the Meretricious, who was proving rather tricky. The bust had decided the high ground was the best place and was currently shooting stunners down at them from the upper corner of the room. Harry had a fierce look of determination on his face as he enveloped them both inside his Shield Charm for a moment. He nodded at Brogan to get ready.

Harry canceled his shield and hit the bust with a substantial stunner of his own. As it fell, Brogan saw it start to re-form, already emitting one of the spells back at them. He moved in front of Harry instinctively and aimed his wand at the floor right before the bust hit, making it break into a million pieces. The two men grinned at each other, and Brogan canceled all the remaining spells in the room.

Harry threw himself down onto one of the cushions, smiling. "We should do that with the others next time. That was surprisingly fun. And stress-relieving."

Brogan agreed and sat down next to him, feeling more light-hearted than when he had started. Remembering why he had been in such a foul mood, of course, brought some of it back.

Harry was stretching, moving his head back and forth as Brogan watched him – feeling a strange sense of surrealism. He'd half-expected the other man to yell at him for upsetting Ginny or for keeping something from her.

Harry sobered and then glanced at him. " As I said, I didn't come up here to yell at you."

"I noticed," Brogan said, looking away. He had buried the feelings Ginny had stirred up quite deeply inside of him, but he was unsurprised when he felt the sting of them start to return. He was honestly doing a shit job at being an Empath lately. How was he supposed to help others if his own emotions pushed through all his shields without even trying? He smirked to himself.

"What's so funny?" Harry asked, leaning over to look at him. Brogan shook his head.

"Nothing. I was just thinking I'm doing a shit job at being an Empath. I probably always have, to be honest. My mum would be dismayed to see what a cock-up I've made of everything."

Harry raised his eyebrow at him. "I don't know about being an Empath, but I do know from experience that you can't hide your emotions all the time, Brogan. If you don't let them out eventually, it just…gets…too…much." Harry frowned, looking deep in thought. "I learned that when Sirius was killed. I kept everything inside of me until I was yelling at everyone. And at the time, I loved him more than anything." Harry looked sad at the mention of his godfather. Brogan wanted nothing but for all the world to reach out and comfort him, but he kept his hand by his side. He hummed under his breath. When he looked up again, he saw Harry watching him.

"You always do that," the other man said, sounding puzzled.

"Do what?" Brogan asked, confused.

"You make this little humming noise at the back of your throat. What were you just feeling?"

Brogan tensed and then forced himself to relax. "Nothing."

Harry's green eyes flashed at him in disbelief. "Liar."

Brogan frowned. "I don't know…I actually didn't know I was doing it. I…I was thinking I wanted to comfort you because you looked sad, remembering your godfather. And I just… didn't. I'm an Empath, I can make people feel better by touching them, but…I can't touch you, Harry. Not right now. It's too frightening. Not because you scare me, but…well, actually you do scare me. You scare my heart to death." Brogan laughed uncomfortably, and felt like he sounded like an idiot of the highest order.

An awkward silence filled the air between them, and he felt his heart begin to beat faster. He swallowed roughly, feeling his skin heat. He had said too much. As always, he had shown someone too much. He waited for Harry to get up and leave the room in disgust.

But now Harry was the one to make a soft humming noise, and Brogan couldn't help but look at him. They were sitting close together – much closer than before, and he wondered which one of them had moved. Harry was biting his lip, looking thoughtful as though just figuring something out. Brogan let his eyes linger on the other man's lips, feeling a swooping motion in his stomach. When he pulled his eyes away, he was shocked to find Harry looking back at him, not with disgust but with something else entirely. His green eyes had gone a shade darker, and they were filled with an emotion Brogan couldn't place.

"Kissing is just kissing, I reckon," Harry said softly, and before Brogan could react, Harry's lips were on his. Brogan felt himself freeze up in utter disbelief. When he thought about it later, he knew he would consider it the longest moment of his life. And he probably would have stayed completely frozen if not for the feel of Harry's hand at the back of his neck, his fingers straying into his hair. It was such a gentle movement – so tender – so caring- that something opened up wide within him. Brogan pulled Harry closer to him, and then really kissed him.

Harry grunted as Brogan fully opened up his mouth to him, grabbing the other man's arms. A flare of emotion crested between them, and Brogan was amazed to feel that Harry's desire was the strongest thing there. Their tongues battled for dominance, and Brogan worked his own hands into Harry's hair – it was so soft and silky and so different from his own. He didn't realize they had shifted up against the wall until Harry's head made a soft, thunking noise.

They pulled apart at the same time, resting their heads together. Harry's glasses were crooked now, and Brogan felt as though he were gasping for air. Brogan felt embarrassed and pulled away immediately.

"Oh, Merlin, I'm sorry, oh my God, Harry, I am so…sorry." Brogan wanted to die. He couldn't help the small sob that escaped his lips. A moment later, and he felt Harry's hand on his arm, and then on his chin, pulling his face back to his.

"Why are you sorry? That was a bloody good snog, and at any rate, I'm the one who kissed you." Harry's eyes were bright, and his cheeks were blushing, but he did not look upset. Brogan could only stare at him.

"But, Ginny…" He began and then stopped. Harry frowned and sighed.

"Yes, Ginny. She needs to be here, but…" Harry stopped talking and looked at him again. "I just wanted to see if…it was different. With a bloke." Harry's hand lingered lightly on his neck, stroking it.

"And?" Brogan asked, suddenly comprehending what all this had been about. He looked away, his shame coursing through him. "How was the grand experiment? The same, you reckon?" He couldn't help the bitter sound in his voice. This hadn't been about any feelings Harry might have; just curiosity.

As if Harry could actually want him – he should have known.

"Brogan, look at me," Harry said softly. Even though he didn't want to, Brogan met his eyes after a moment. Harry made that same small humming noise and brought his mouth back to his. The kiss was tender and sweet, and Brogan stayed perfectly still, wanting to cry at the part of him that would give Harry anything as long as he kept kissing him so agreeably.

"I didn't kiss you to scratch an itch. I kissed you because I wanted to," Harry said when he pulled back. Brogan stared at him unable to form words.

"But why?" Brogan finally asked. He felt numb. Except for his lips. His lips felt very much alive.

Harry shrugged, releasing him, but not moving away. Their arms rested against each other, and Harry smiled down as he looked at them. He was still smiling when he met Brogan's eyes. "I guess I fancy you too."

"Don't fuck with me, Harry," Brogan said, shaking his head. "That's not…"

"I'm not," Harry said, his voice taking on a forceful tone. "I didn't realize it until just now. Well, back then, when I first snogged you, I mean. I don't go around kissing people I don't fancy. You should know that. You should have felt it." Harry smirked at him slightly. "You really are being a lousy Empath."

Brogan swallowed harshly. Yes, he had felt it. He had felt a lot of things, actually. His own body was returning to normal, but yes, he had felt that too as they'd snogged against the wall. It wasn't just Harry's emotions he had felt rising between them. He just couldn't wrap his mind around the why or the how. Brogan had never thought in a million years Harry would ever feel anything close to desire for him, and yet here he was.

"We need Ginny," he said after a moment, and Harry nodded.

"Good thing she's here, then," a voice said from the doorway, and the two men both sharply turned their heads. Brogan immediately pulled away from Harry, but the other man stopped him, looping his hand into his.

Ginny frowned and used her wand to shut the door loudly behind her, probably casting a Do Not Disturb spell at it. She stood with her arms crossed and looked at them, a myriad of emotions flitting across her face. Brogan swallowed roughly when her blazing look finally landed on him.

Harry pulled his hand away and got up, going to her. Brogan watched as he touched her cheek tenderly, a look of silent communication passing between the couple. He looked away and then back again, seemingly compelled to keep watching them. Ginny's eyes stayed focused on Harry's – wide and full of something he couldn't place. Brogan wasn't sure if it was anger or accusation or what, exactly. Harry uncrossed her arms and pulled her hands into his, squeezing. He lowered his head down to hers, kissing her and then started whispering something to her. Brogan watched her expression change to understanding, and felt mesmerized. Harry led her over to the cushions and sat down between them. He kept holding Ginny's hand and then reached out for Brogan's.

Brogan felt self-conscious enough to pause until Ginny bowed her head at him as if granting permission. He gripped Harry's hand firmly, feeling emboldened suddenly. Harry looked at both of them.

"We seem to have an issue," he said, sounding slightly amused. Ginny sighed.

"I told myself I wasn't going to worry about this until it became something to worry about," she said, sounding mystified. "Boy, was I an idiot."

"Ginny –"

"Gin-"

Both Brogan and Harry began at the same time and then glanced at each other. When they looked back at Ginny, she had a slightly hurt look on her face, but then she shook her head, her expression clearing. After glancing at Harry, Brogan tried again.

"We snogged, that's it, nothing happened, and I am not coming between you, and you don't have to look so sad, and I am sorry, Ginny. I never…that is… Harry…" Brogan frowned to himself, unsure of what he wanted to say. He watched Harry and Ginny share a look, and then she was reaching out her hand for his.

"Brogan, it's okay. I think I sort of knew this was coming," she said softly. "As you said, Harry's not great at hiding things sometimes. Especially from the people who really know him." There was a note of reproach in her voice as she looked at her boyfriend, but Brogan could tell she wasn't truly angry or even upset. Harry, for his part, blushed and squeezed her hand. Ginny leaned forward and took Brogan's hand into hers, and then all three of them felt it at the same time.

Brogan, who had been about to speak, suddenly stopped, feeling a flare of magic so strong hit him that he was surprised he was still upright after it passed. He knew Ginny and Harry had experienced it, too. They all stared at each other.

"What in the hell was that?" Harry asked, his voice sounding hoarse.

"Aine," Ginny whispered, staring off into space, her expression surprisingly calm.

"Aye," Brogan said, finally finding his voice. "I think we just…did something right."

"Is this what you feel all the time?" Harry asked, sounding awed. Brogan saw Ginny nod her head.

"When's she within me, trying to tell me something important? It feels like this…in my dreams…in my head. It's like your whole body is awake with feeling. And it always feels…sensual. Pleasurable, even."

"Wow," Harry said. He looked at Brogan. "And for you?"

"I always feel like this – that is, when I allow myself to feel it. Mostly I shut everything down because this is too much. Everything feels too…much." Brogan pulled his hands from theirs and sat back, suddenly scared. Ginny reached for him first, comprehension dawning on her face.

"You always block everything you feel, Brogan. Maybe Aine has been trying to get you to not do that anymore. Maybe she…" Ginny paused, and looked at Harry as though finally understanding something. She smiled at him. "Oh, Harry, you are brilliant."

"Me? What did I do?"

Ginny leaned over and kissed him. "You opened your heart and your mind, and allowed yourself to trust your feelings. Aine likes that. She likes that very much. She believes in love, Harry. And you've just proven yourself."

The two stared at each other for so long that Brogan felt self-conscious again. A third wheel. He was glad Harry had had his epiphany or whatever, but he had a feeling his part had been played. He started to get up when Ginny turned to him.

"No, don't go," she whispered, and she glanced at Harry, who nodded at her. "I'm sorry I didn't understand at first." Ginny went to Brogan and sat in front of him, the expression in her eyes was tender. She looked absolutely lovely to him then. His eyes followed the bright line of her hair and then back to her face. Her brown eyes were shining with emotion. Feeling braver than he actually was, Brogan leaned forward, his eyes flicking at the last moment to Harry's. The other man gave him a small nod.

Leaning forward, he matched his height to Ginny's and stared at her, feeling his heart fill. He captured her lips gently, almost barely touching them, still completely gobsmacked that this was happening. Ginny growled, and he felt her arms wrap around him, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. And as he had with Harry, Brogan let go and felt everything come crashing into him.

Ginny felt comfortable in his arms as he knew she would. Her softness, the way that she smelled, the touch of her hair around his face. All of this he thought he had known, but he hadn't, not really. Brogan thought of the first time he had ever seen her – how drawn to her he had felt. Her smile, her laugh, her complete Ginny-ness. Humming loudly, he moved even closer to her, letting his hands wander down her back until he was touching her arse. He didn't realize his body had acted independently of his own thoughts and grounded itself against her. He suddenly because very aware of his dilemma and felt embarrassed for getting so carried away after just one kiss. She moved slightly against him and then pulled away, her eyes fierce and bright. She smiled at him, touching his forehead.

She turned to look at Harry. "He can snog like a house on fire," she said, sounding breathless. Harry surprisingly laughed and nodded his head in agreement.

Brogan sat back, feeling absolutely knackered from all the emotions he was feeling in the room and inside his own heart.

"What in Merlin's balls are we doing?" he asked them after a moment.

Ginny sat back and crawled over to Harry, moving into his arms and kissing his neck slightly. They both turned to look at him, and Brogan thought he might as well have died, because surely to have the two of them – looking at him like that – was ecstasy. He was in heaven for good behavior, that's all there was for it.

"Testing the waters, I think," Ginny said, frowning. She tilted her head as though listening to something they couldn't hear. Her expression cleared, and she smiled at him. "Come over here, and don't be afraid to dive in." She held out her hand, and after a moment, he grabbed it, going to them.

Harry leaned over Ginny's shoulder, his eyes wide and dark as he looked at him. "We should probably talk about things but, just give us another kiss first, all right?"

Brogan had no way of saying no. He leaned in and allowed himself snog Harry Potter for the third time that morning. He felt Ginny's hands roaming over him as she moved and started kissing his neck, her sweet scent filling his senses. Brogan pulled his mouth away and watched her, to catch his breath. Brogan felt as though his heart was about to burst out of his chest. He also felt as though something else was about to burst as well. Ginny's hands moved down his body and he watched her as though sitting outside himself, gazing from above. When her fingers rubbed against him, he came crashing back down to his body and he jerked forward into her grasp.

"Gin, you know better than that," Harry said softly. He shook his head at her and then nodded at Brogan. "Lay down, Brogan, let us help. I know it's been a long time for you."

Brogan let them push him down onto the cushion, feeling as though all coherent thought had left him. Harry smiled at him and whispered something to Ginny, who nodded. Harry lay down next to him and smiled, running his hands through his hair.

"Your eyes are beautiful, Brogan," Harry said, his voice sounding husky. His cheeks belied his anxiety, though, as he blushed. Brogan reached out and touched the other man's face.

"So are yours," he whispered, feeling stupid, but at least it was honest. Harry smiled and was kissing him again, and Brogan felt himself relax. A moment later, he felt Ginny touching him again, and he pulled his mouth away to look down at her.

"Let me," she said simply, and she started undoing his jeans. Brogan tried to pull away, but Harry's arm on his stopped him.

"Shh," Harry said, bringing his mouth to Brogan's neck. "Don't fight it."

Brogan continued to let Harry kiss him as he watched Ginny move her hand in between his jeans and pants. She pushed his clothes down his body, and he jerked forward as she touched him, unable to help himself. Her brown eyes looked up at him, a smile in them.

"I don't know what you like," she said, sounding a little unsure. Harry pulled his mouth away and reached down to where her hand rested and wrapped his around hers. They started stroking him together, and Brogan moaned, throwing his head back. His heart couldn't take this. His soul couldn't take this.

It was bliss -this – whatever it was, and he was missing it, staring at the ceiling. Brogan grunted and pulled his head up to watch them. Harry had shifted downwards, and they were kissing as they touched him. Harry's hand went under Ginny's shirt as she continued to grip Brogan with her hand. She lolled her head back, and Harry helped her remove her shirt. Brogan felt his mouth run dry as he gazed at her beautiful, freckled skin. He watched as Harry brought his mouth down to her nipple and began to suckle at her through her bra. Ginny's eyes blazed up at Brogan, and she speeded up her hand movements. Brogan knew he was close – this was already the most exciting sexual experience of his life, and hardly anyone had lost any clothes. Harry removed his head from Ginny's breast and moved back up to him. He leaned over Brogan, a smile on his face.

Brogan gazed at Harry in awe as the other man lowered his mouth to his. They snogged as they had before, full of lips and tongues dueling to see who would win. Brogan brought his hand up and let his fingers run through Harry's hair again, pulling him in even closer. He felt the fresh air of the room on his body but didn't understand why because he was lost into everything that was Harry. When Ginny's mouth closed around him, he was practically howling into Harry's mouth with appreciation.

It only took a few minutes of both of their mouths working him until he felt his release tear through him with impressive strength. He thrust upwards, wildly, not caring, and gripped Harry to him, still kissing him. Harry hummed in approval, and Brogan felt the other man's hand on his chest, and he realized Harry must have yanked his shirt up. Ginny's mouth still continued to surround him, and he pulled his mouth away from Harry's, swearing loudly. Harry glanced down at Ginny, and she removed her mouth, wiping at her lips. She moved up the length of Brogan's body until she too was leaning over him. Brogan kicked away the remainder of his clothes, feeling fantastically unembarrassed. She kissed Harry first, and Brogan felt another shudder as he realized Harry could taste him on her lips, and he wasn't pulling away with disgust. Ginny rested her head against Harry's and looked at Brogan.

"You taste…different," she said, sounding amused. "But good different."

Brogan felt himself blush and suddenly felt shy. Warm feelings were coursing through him, and he didn't want to do anything to mess this up. He felt compelled to please them as they had pleased him.

"But what about…" Brogan paused, looking at them. "What about the two of you?"

Harry looked at Ginny and smiled. "We could go back to our room and take care of each other, or we could stay here and do it with you, Brogan. It's your choice."

"Stay," he heard himself say quietly, his desire evident. "Stay, please."

Harry looked at Ginny to make sure she was okay with that, and she nodded. She lay down next to Brogan as she removed the rest of her clothes until she was in her bra and knickers. Brogan turned on his side, propping his head upon his hand. His eyes drank her in – he couldn't help it. Harry moved to her other side and lay behind her, also removing his clothes.

"You two have no idea how fan-bloody-tastic you look when you're together," Brogan whispered, his eyes traveling over the both of them.

"Did you imagine this?" Ginny asked as Harry's hand started to move down her body. Harry kissed her shoulder and moved his mouth down her arm. He paused to hear Brogan's answer.

"God, yes," Brogan said, his voice soft. "The two of you together has been a constant fantasy since I first connected with Harry. That's when I knew I…well, Harry featured almost as prominently as you, Gin. And your body is bloody brilliant."

Her whole body flushed red with pleasure? Desire? Brogan didn't know, but he decided he liked it. Harry continued moving his mouth down Ginny's side and she twisted slightly to give him more access. Harry paused and removed his glasses. His head soon disappeared between her legs, her knickers being pushed aside and then yanked downwards. Brogan felt his own reaction start to stir again as the brownish red hair of her sex was revealed. Ginny sighed and stretched her hands up over her head, clearly enjoying Harry's mouth. She moaned, and it was low and throaty, and it did things to Brogan's middle that he didn't want to ever stop.

Harry pulled away, his face slightly wet, and he caught Brogan's gaze. He looked at Ginny as though deciding something.

"Gin, try getting on all fours," Harry said softly, and Ginny made a small mewing noise as she complied. She removed her bra as she evened out. Harry nodded at Brogan. "Lie underneath her."

Brogan shifted until he was under her, his mind starting to blank out at everything that was happening. Ginny gazed down at him as Harry resumed his attention to her body. Brogan was reaching out to touch her breasts before he even realized it was happening. Ginny sighed as his hand grazed her nipple, and she let her hair fall down around them. The red halo it created stirred something deep within Brogan, and he lifted his head up to capture a breast with his mouth. She moaned, and her eyes closed in concentration. Brogan was so focused on getting her to make that sound again that he almost jumped when he felt Harry's hand close around him. He gazed down as the other man removed his mouth from Ginny and looked at him to make sure it was okay. Brogan nodded, realizing he was already hard again, and more than ready for attention. Harry curled his hand around him, trying different speeds. Brogan recaptured Ginny's breast and hummed loudly when Harry stroked him a particularly pleasing way. Ginny was moving slowly back and forth over him as Harry continued to use his mouth on her.

"Oh, yes," she mumbled, her breath hitching. Brogan flicked his tongue over her breast and was rewarded by a raw and fierce gaze from her. He reached up and kissed her mouth even as Harry's hand tightened around him. They were all moving together, as one, intent on bringing pleasure to each other. Brogan was kissing Ginny when she came, her body shuddering in reaction and her scream getting muffled by their kisses. For his part, his body felt slick with need, and he shook himself as Harry pulled away from Ginny's body. She rolled to the side as Harry moved up over Brogan, seeming unsure of what to do. Brogan gazed down the length of Harry's body and saw his hardness and wanted nothing more than to touch Harry as he had touched him.

They sat next to each other and Harry sucked in a breath as Brogan experimented stroking him.

"Do you like it slow or…" Brogan paused, feeling vaguely unnerved. Harry kissed him suddenly and used his hand to show Brogan what he wanted.

"Steady then," Brogan whispered, pulling away. Harry's eyes were wide and dark, his lashes standing out against the paleness of his skin. Ginny made a soft noise, and they both turned to look at her. She smiled, and her skin flushed.

"Oh, the two of you…oh my goodness," she said, sounding wistful. She moved and kissed Harry then kissed Brogan. "I'm such a lucky witch," Ginny said playfully. She ran her hand through Brogan's hair, ruffling it. He felt himself blush at the attention.

"So, what's the girl get to do in this situation?" Ginny asked, smirking at them.

Harry's voice sounded deep and raw to Brogan's ear as he answered her. "Whatever she damn well wants to do. As long as its one of us."

"Oh goody," Ginny said, sounding like a minx. She smiled widely at Brogan and nodded at his hand. "You've just about got him where I want him. But first…hmm…" Ginny moved in between them and lowered herself to Brogan's lap. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, looking like sex personified as she winked at him. Brogan couldn't help but hold her in his hands, gripping her waist tightly. Her body stayed just out of reach of his as she twisted over him. He was suddenly remembering the way she had cried out the last time he'd held her in his hands – the time at the shack when he'd been trying to offer her release. He closed his eyes in concentration, and let her feel what he'd really been thinking then. Ginny gasped as the sensation hit her, and when he opened his eyes again, she gazed at him, her expression wild.

"Oh, Brogan, you naughty boy," she whispered, and she fervently kissed him. Harry moved behind them, his legs in between Brogan's.

Ginny pulled away and then moved backward as Harry reached out to grip her hips with both hands. They fitted perfectly over his own and they were both holding onto her. Brogan watched as Harry entered her from behind, swallowing roughly at the expression on both their faces. Harry slowly blinked at him and nodded at him. They kissed over Ginny's shoulder, and Brogan sat up so that he was rubbing against the front of her. He was straining to be touched again, and Ginny happily applied herself to the task at hand.

Brogan kissed his way around her neck, moving her hair out of the way. He heard Harry swear softly and raised his eyes to met the other man's gaze. Brogan wrapped his arms around the two of them as they began to move. Harry was tight up against Ginny's back, and she shifted up and down, all the while keeping a steady hand on Brogan.

"Oh, gods," he muttered, unable to articulate what he was feeling. Ginny moaned as Harry thrusted rather hard into her, his eyes on his. Harry brought his head around and kissed Ginny's neck, moving his mouth up to her ear. Brogan heard him say something like 'It's okay' before he pulled back. Ginny shifted and moved off of him. She lowered herself down to Brogan's body, pausing to look him in the eye, as though asking his permission. Brogan couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and then Harry was moving his hand over them, muttering something, and before he could comprehend what was happening, Ginny lowered herself onto him.

Brogan's eyes closed. It was warmth and heat and happy wetness and everything he had never known he'd wanted. Ginny's body joined with deliciously with his, and he almost came on the spot, the feeling electrified him so.

"Oh no, you don't, Mr Caley," Ginny said, tsking at him. She began to move up and down, and Brogan forgot everything. She was a blur of red desire and moans of deep pleasure, and her body fitted him like a glove. Any other sort of sex he'd thought he'd had before this had been mere black and white occasions. Being with Ginny and Harry was like the most exceptional burst of technicolor he'd ever experienced. Harry sat back, and Brogan gazed at the other man as he watched them. He watched Harry take himself in hand and begin to stroke himself in time to Ginny's movements.

"Harry," he said softly, and the other man moved forward, grasping his hand. Brogan put how much he was feeling into the touch, and Harry's eyes went wide with dilation, a smile on his face.

"Look at her go," Harry said softly, leaning forward and kissing Brogan's mouth gently. "Don't worry about me."

Brogan tore his eyes away from Harry's and looked up at Ginny, who was riding him quite expertly. Her head lolled back, and her hair hung down in red waves. Brogan moved his mouth to her breasts, flicking his tongue over her. He was rewarded by a throaty moan and her hands wrapping around his head. He thrust upwards, matching her speed, and she trembled, mumbling incoherently.

She started to shake, and he knew she was close, her body clenched him tightly. She slid down and met his mouth with her own, kissing him deeply. Brogan forgot everything except the girl in his arms and gave himself over to the full sensation. Ginny cried out as his emotions hit her, and she was coming, her legs tight against his. Her body convulsed around him, and he pumped up into her, still thrusting with all he had.

"Yes. Oh my, yes," Ginny murmured, falling forward over him. He breathed in her sweet, fragrant scent and felt his release as he thrust up one last time. He was unaware that he had said either of their names until he came back to himself.

Ginny smiled tenderly at him and kissed his forehead. He murmured when she eventually removed herself, and he watched her go to Harry, who was still hard and apparently more than ready after watching them. Ginny kissed him and then lay down, offering herself to him. Harry rubbed noses with her briefly and then entered her, both of them crying out in need as their bodies joined. Brogan dazedly watched as they made love – it was too gentle to call it fucking – Harry held her with such reverence. Ginny threw her hands up over her head, and she moaned Harry's name, the wanton sound of it filling the space. Harry kissed Ginny, and for the first time, Brogan truly felt out of place. It was such a private moment to share. But a moment later, Harry was looking over at him, nodding at him and holding out his hand.

Brogan joined them and held on until Harry was pushing more erratically into her. Ginny was repeating his name over and over, as though chanting it. Her whole body flushed red as she came again, and she took Harry with her, a mere second later. Harry leaned over and captured Brogan's lips in a crushing kiss until he too was finally spent. The three of them lay there, touching each other in some form or another.

Brogan felt entirely exhausted and entirely full of energy, both at the same time. His mind could not keep up with the racing of his body – or his soul. Sensations, feelings, and thoughts were still traveling through him, and he felt as though he were dancing inside a flame. He knew someone was moving but didn't open his eyes. A moment later, and he felt Ginny's hand on his forehead.

"I think we killed him," she whispered, sounding amused. Harry chuckled close to Brogan's ear.

"At least he died happy," the other man said, and Brogan felt Harry's breath on his neck. He finally opened his eyes to find Ginny on his left side and Harry on his right. They both gazed at him, smiling.

"How do you feel?" Ginny asked, her hand rubbing his arm.

"Sated and completely blissfully happy. For the first time in my life. Probably," Brogan frowned, realizing it was true.

"Hey, none of that," Harry said, from his other side, propping himself up. He ran his fingers against Brogan's lips as though he meant to wipe the frown away. "I don't know, what's the protocol here, do blokes cuddle?"

Ginny snorted and buried her face against Brogan's arm. He lifted both his arms and pulled them close to him.

"Blokes definitely snuggle, at least this one does," he said, smiling to himself. A comfortable silence fell between them, and Brogan was amazed. There was no awkwardness, no hurt feelings. Was it because of Aine's power? Or because he just happened to have fallen in love with the two best people on earth? He didn't know, but perhaps it was a mixture of the two. There were not a lot of couples like Harry and Ginny, that was definitely true.

"Always thought you were a bit of a pouf," Harry said drowsily in his ear, surprising him. Brogan smiled, and then he laughed out loud, startling them both. They both smiled and reached across him, holding each other's hands.

"Love you," Ginny said sleepily. Harry murmured his reply, rubbing against Brogan rather nicely. Brogan didn't know if she had meant Harry or him or the both of them, and he didn't care. He had them both, and for now, it was perfect.

o-o-o-o-o

When Ginny awoke, she felt pleasantly numb and pleasantly, well, pleasured. She smiled and turned over, her eyes catching sight of Harry's head nestled against Brogan's. My boys, she thought to herself and then felt a bit scandalized at herself. What did this mean, now that they had, well, why mince words with herself? Now that she and Harry had taken Brogan into their bed? Ginny almost snorted as she realized bed wasn't exactly the right word. However, taking Brogan into their training room floor experience just didn't sound right.

She sat up and looked at their discarded clothing. She grabbed her shirt, knickers, and bra, wondering how late it was and if Ron and Hermione were up yet. Oh, gods, Ginny thought to herself. How were they going to keep this from Ron and Hermione? She had placed a Do-Not-Disturb charm on the door, and hopefully, it had worked. But Hermione was certain to figure out the three of them had been in the training room for quite some time.

She remembered her forgotten laundry and swore quietly. But it was loud enough to awake one of her sleeping beauties.

"Gin?" Brogan blinked up at her, starting to move, and she squatted back down, running her hand through his hair.

"Shh, go back to sleep. I'm going to go back to the laundry and make an appearance for Ron and Hermione. I'll tell them a spell went wonky, and you two sprouted funny appendages or something."

"Make sure you tell them mine was bigger," Harry mumbled from beside him, and Ginny shared a glance with Brogan.

Brogan snorted in reply, and Ginny watched as his lips grazed the top of Harry's head in a quick but tender kiss. "Idiot. Mine is definitely bigger."

"Oh, Merlin, save me from this conversation," Ginny said good-naturedly, and then stood up, pulling her jeans up. She glanced down to find Brogan watching her, a smile on his face.

She looked down and then back up again, a smirk on her face. "I think Harry might have you beat by a little bit, Brogan. Yours is longer, but his is thicker."

Brogan groaned and threw his arm over his face, his cheeks burning red. Harry startled next to him, squinting around confusedly.

"What's happening? Ginny?"

Ginny clucked her tongue at Brogan as the other man struggled to sit up. Harry sat up too, and she knew he was looking for his glasses. Spying them in the corner, she handed them to him.

"I was trying to make a graceful exit, but groaning man over here woke you up." She tossed her hair around her shoulder and looked at Brogan, who still looked embarrassed but contrite for waking Harry.

"Oh," Harry said plainly, still sleepy. He yawned, and then she saw realization dawn on his face. He looked at her and then over at Brogan, his face turning a brilliant shade of pink. Ginny felt her heart swell with love for him. He really was too adorable. The whole thing had practically been his idea, and here he was, blushing like a schoolgirl.

"I'm going downstairs, you two make yourselves presentable, please," Ginny said, trying to sound stern. She kissed Harry and he sighed as he wrapped his arms around her. She pulled back and ruffled his hair, making him frown in response. Ginny turned to Brogan, who was looking a bit anxious. Probably worried about how we're going to react now, she thought to herself. She searched her feelings briefly and realized she didn't feel guilt or shame or anything. They had all just loved each other, and how could that be bad?

She rested her head on Brogan's shoulder and smiled at him. She kissed him gently until she felt him respond finally. She didn't want him going back into himself now that everything had happened. "Don't stay up here too long or I will get jealous," she said cheekily and winked at him. He blushed again and looked at Harry.

Ginny stood up and got her wand from the floor, releasing the charm on the door. She opened it and looked out, not hearing any noises from downstairs. So far, so good, Ginny thought. She looked back and watched Brogan and Harry just look at each other. "Goodbye, boys," she said and shook her head. Harry beamed at her.

"Convince Ron to make us all a smashing breakfast," he called out as she left, and Ginny laughed, closing the door behind her.

o-o-o-o-o

On the whole, Harry thought, he and Brogan had made wonderful progress. They'd only become distracted twice and were both dressed. Well, sort of. Brogan was looking for his socks.

"I had them on, didn't I?" he was asking, looking around the training room and frowning.

Harry didn't see them and, in fact, didn't remember them – he had far too many other things on his mind than socks for goodness sake – but he believed Brogan had originally had them at some point.

"Ah-ha!" Brogan exclaimed as he picked up the far cushion, pulling his two socks out from underneath them. He looked at Harry. "I don't even want to know how they got under there."

Harry smiled and walked over to the other man. When Brogan was done putting his shoes on, he stood up, smiling at Harry.

"Hi," he said shyly.

Harry raised his eyebrow and leaned his head in for a kiss. Brogan made that brilliant humming noise of his that made all sorts of things happen to Harry's insides.

"We need to go downstairs and be by people," Brogan said, his voice sounding gruff. Harry nodded.

"I know, Ginny is missing out on all this snogging; it's scandalous, really."

Brogan laughed and pulled Harry back into his arms. His lips brushed against Harry's ear, his voice low and deep. "I was thinking more about the fact if I don't stop touching you, I'll have to get you all undressed again and have you on these cushions. Ginny or no Ginny."

Harry felt his skin heat in response and shook himself. He slipped out of the other man's grasp, feeling his heartbeat start to skip in response. He honestly didn't know what was happening to him. But having Brogan touch him was…in one word…intoxicating. Harry wondered if it was that sex with all Empath's could be like this or just because Brogan was who he was. It was something to ponder at a later date, most definitely.

They headed downstairs, moving further apart until by the end, they were hardly next to each other. Harry didn't feel ashamed at what had occurred, but he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to explain his new, unorthodox relationship to Hermione and especially Ron, just yet. He didn't know if he'd ever be ready for that conversation. Not with Ginny's brother, at any rate.

They could smell what could only be the world's best fry up and were greeted by the sight of Ron cooking eggs as Hermione put bread into the toaster. Harry looked around and frowned when Ginny was nowhere to be seen. Ron saw his look and pointed towards the laundry room.

"She's back there, finishing up. She's lucky I love her so much and started the drying process while you lot were training. Otherwise, she'd be knee-deep in wet knickers."

Harry couldn't help it, he burst out into a loud, boisterous laugh, even as Brogan snorted and looked away. Ron and Hermione both stopped what they were doing and looked at him. Harry could only hope he wasn't blushing as bad as he thought.

"Er, it wasn't that funny, Harry," Ron said, narrowing his eyes. "Why have you gone all red?"

"It really was that funny, Ron," Harry said, and nodded at them, leaving the room quickly. Brogan's hand brushed his arm as he passed, and Harry felt a pleasant feeling of affection coursing through him.

When he came across Ginny, still chuckling to himself, Harry had to smile. She was bent over, her rather agreeable backside reflecting its greatness to the room. He cleared his throat, and she stood back up, glancing at him.

"Your brother just told the most outrageous joke, and he doesn't even understand why," Harry said, going to her. He kissed her, and she melted into his arms.

Ginny pulled back and smiled at him. "Oh? What was it?"

Harry opened his mouth and then closed it. He shook his head. "No, you had to be there, I reckon."

"Spoilsport," Ginny said, hitting him lightly. "Come on, then, help your girlfriend get these clothes sorted."

"First, more snogging," Harry said, nuzzling her. Merlin, it felt good to hold her. It felt good to do everything.

"I think you've gone soft in the head," Ginny whispered, taking in what was sure his glazed expression. Harry couldn't help it – everything just felt amazing. If this is what Brogan felt like all the time thanks to Aine, then he felt even more amazed that the other man had never indulged himself with anyone else.

"I'm just randy," Harry whispered back, and Ginny giggled.

"You'd think you would have had enough this morning," she said, kissing him.

"I just can't get over how everything feels so…good," Harry said, pushing her back into the wall. He wedged himself in between her legs and let her feel how good he felt. Ginny laughed and let her fingers play in his hair.

"Well, it's probably because out of the three of us, you came the least. Brogan and I are one up on you. I think."

"Yes, and I want reparations for my sacrifices."

Ginny laughed and pushed him away. "I thought you were hungry?"

"For you, my love, only for you," Harry waggled his eyebrows at her, and she giggled.

"Cheesy, Harry, but come on, or Ron really will have something to say about us."

Sighing, Harry let her go and then helped her with the clothes. By the time they made it back to the kitchen, the other three were finishing up. Brogan smirked at them and then hid his smile behind his coffee cup.

"So, what kind of spell was it?" Hermione was asking Harry, who started, not remembering what she was talking about.

"Oh, I was teaching them George's version of the Antler-Jinx," Ginny said, rescuing him. She also rested her hand under the table on his knee, giving it a squeeze.

"Oh yeah? Which one of them had antlers growing out their arse?" Ron asked, and Brogan choked on his coffee, splaying some of it across the table. He started coughing, and Hermione whacked him on the back.

Ron frowned at Brogan and then got up to clean up the mess. "Blimey, Brogan, watch it."

"Sorry, sorry," Brogan said, his face turning bright red. He nodded at Hermione to stop hitting him on the back. Ginny shared a look with Harry, and they both didn't say anything for a moment.

"It was me," Harry said after a moment, smiling slyly at Ron. "I started the whole thing."

Harry saw Ginny shake her head and glance at Brogan, who was smiling at Harry rather widely. Harry also saw Hermione narrow her eyes at them. Ginny must have reached out with her foot and kicked Brogan to knock it off because a moment later, he sobered.

They finished eating without any more attacks of awkward laughing. Harry heard Ginny release a deep breath as Ron and Hermione left them to clean up.

"Who knew that could be accidentally awkward," Harry said as they started doing the dishes.

Ginny made a tsking noise at him. "Well, the two of you could stop blushing every three seconds."

"Sorry," Brogan said, sounding anything but. "But it was pretty funny."

"We're going to have to lay some ground rules," she said, starting to dry the dishes. Harry and Brogan both looked at her.

"Well, we can't have Hermione figuring things out because then Ron will know or she'll want to tell him, and I am never, ever, in a million years, having that conversation with my brother," Ginny said, a note of determination in her voice.

"Agreed, Gin," Harry said, nodding. "I had a similar thought." He looked at Brogan. "I'm not embarrassed, but I also don't feel like explaining this…whatever it is…to anyone. Are you all right with that, Brogan?"

The other man looked at Harry and then at her. "Whatever you two want."

Ginny frowned. "No, it's really what the three of us want. You have a say too, Brogan."

"So, if I say let's go shout it to the rooftops that I'm shagging both Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, you two will be okay with that?" Brogan asked, raising his eyebrow at her. Ginny frowned.

"Well, no, but…"

"Gin," Harry said, laughing. "He's having you on."

Ginny looked at Brogan, who had the ghost of a smile across his face. She grimaced and tossed her towel at him. "I was being sincere."

Brogan laughed and then grew serious. "I know, and I appreciate that, Ginny. Truly."

"Oh, Merlin help me with you two," Ginny said, shaking her head.

"Maybe we should talk about everything, someplace else?" Harry suggested as they heard Hermione and Ron in the living room. He finished the last pan from breakfast and washed off his hands.

"Can we pick a place with an actual bed?" Ginny asked, frowning as she rubbed her neck.

"That could be nice," Brogan said, smiling. "But, my room only has a single."

Harry and Ginny looked at each other, and both nodded. "Our room then," they both said. Brogan just laughed.

o-o-o-o-o

Harry and Ginny went up first, and then Brogan followed with a few books. They heard Hermione asking him if they wanted help, and both giggled as he entered their room, closing the door behind him. Brogan put the books on the desk and looked around.

"Nice room," he said, crossing to the windows, looking out. "Even nicer view."

"I'll say," Harry muttered under his breath, and Ginny rolled her eyes. "Come over to the bed, Brogan, make yourself comfortable."

He smiled shyly at them and then joined them. They all looked at each other, no one saying anything. Finally, Brogan reached over and touched Ginny's shoulder. "Is your neck still sore?"

She nodded, and he gestured for her to turn around. She glanced at Harry, who lay back against the pillows, his hands behind his head. He smiled at them.

Brogan began massaging her shoulders, and Ginny sighed, letting a small moan escape her lips. She allowed her head to fall the side as Harry grinned, a mischievous look on his face. She shook her head at him, and he hummed at her, his eyes brightening.

"Okay, so what other ground rules should there be?" Brogan said from behind her, and she felt a shiver go down her back at his closeness.

"You always do the massages," Ginny said primly, and Harry laughed at her.

"I'm not sure that's what he meant, Gin."

Brogan pulled her closer to him, his breath causing little warm bursts of sensations to break out across her skin, and Ginny closed her eyes, rolling her head down to give him more access. When she brought up her head again to look at Harry, his eyes were no longer bright but dark, and his breathing seemed a bit ragged. She smiled at him and stuck her tongue out at him.

"There shouldn't be any jealousy," Ginny said, bringing them back to the topic at hand. "I mean, we shouldn't allow any to creep in. Between us. Any of us."

"What if two of us want to be together without the other one?" Brogan asked quietly.

Ginny frowned and looked at Harry, who shrugged. "I hadn't thought that far ahead, myself," he said. "I mean, Ginny and I have to be fairly..um, active as you know. Because of…"

"The Copulatus Spell, yeah," Brogan said. His hands came to a stop on her neck, and she liked the warm feeling of his hands. She turned her head and smiled at him.

"Thank you," she said softly and scooted back over to Harry's side. She wrapped her arm around him and thought about it.

"I don't…I don't have a problem if you two want to be together without me," Ginny said slowly.

"Why don't I believe you fully?" Harry asked, squeezing her gently. Brogan lay across the foot of the bed, his fingers moving back and forth across the comforter in a nervous gesture.

"Because even as I said it, I had my doubts I meant it?" Ginny said frowning.

"Well, that's honest," Brogan said, glancing at her. "To be fair, as much as…oh, bollocks, I don't know. When I'm with Harry I want him and then suddenly I want you too, it's a bit…odd, actually. I still just want the both of you."

"Then we do things together as much or as little as we want," Harry said, nodding. "Except, I don't…I mean, I don't know-how…much I want to with you…um." He stopped, looking embarrassed, and Ginny frowned at him. Brogan seemed to catch on before she did.

"I don't know if I want that either," he said. "But, I reckon that's just inexperience talking."

Ginny finally understood what they meant and felt a bit slow. "Oh, you mean, you two… oh," she said, glancing at Harry.

"I'm not saying no…but I'm not saying yes, either."

Ginny watched as he looked at Brogan, slightly anxious.

Brogan held up a hand. "No, I'm…I'm right there with you about that topic. At least, for now. Maybe…someday?" He blushed a bright red color and then looked away. Ginny squeezed Harry's hand and then nodded at him. Harry darted forward and brought the other man's face back to face his. Ginny smiled as she watched them because whatever Harry put into his expression must have worked as Brogan suddenly looked less embarrassed and more turned on. She cleared her throat.

They both turned and looked at her, and she felt her heart skip a beat. "Both of you, up here," she commanded, and they both hurried up next to her. She put each of her arms around them and reached over to kiss Brogan first, then Harry. Their arms wrapped around her, and she felt safe, and more than anything, she felt loved.

"All right, then, no buggering. Of anyone. For the time being," she said smartly, as Harry snorted next to her. Brogan shook his head at her.

"Next on the list?" Ginny asked. Brogan and Harry looked across at each other and then at her.

"Well," Harry started, tickling her side slightly. "You are the girl in this scenario. Anything you can think of that you don't want?"

Ginny thought about it. "I think what we've done so far is brilliant, and we should just go with the flow."

"I think Harry meant what about the both of us…er, you know," Brogan looked at her expectantly.

"At the same time? Hmm," Ginny said, considering it. She grinned at them. 'I'm game if you two are, I reckon. I will be the one getting all the excess orgasms out of this deal, at any rate."

Harry laughed. "Oh, that's brilliant."

"As long as you two continue to respect me, then we will have no issues," Ginny said, chuckling. Brogan looked a bit stunned at the turn the conversation had taken.

Ginny patted Brogan's arm. "We're teasing you. Harry and I have never, well, approached that back area topic ourselves either. Mostly just fingers and teasing, nothing…more than that."

"Although Ginny does appear to like it somewhat." He flashed her a wide grin. "But why don't we just do like you said," Harry continued. "And go with the flow?"

"And no buggering?" Ginny asked again.

"No buggering," Harry said, glancing at Brogan. "But with the ability to introduce it later. Perhaps."

"If time and persons involved allow," Ginny added, smiling impishly at them.

"This is going to be the strangest relationship of my life," Brogan said, after a moment.

"And it's only just beginning," Ginny said. "Does it worry or bother anyone else how easy this has been?"

Harry rolled over and took her hand into his. "Well, we all liked each other fine, as people. I mean, you and me, obviously, but we were both friends with him before. And could, you know, tolerate his existence on a fairly basic, daily level. It's not actually a surprise."

Brogan snorted and chuckled at Harry. "Thanks, I think."

"Cheers, mate," Harry said cheekily.

Ginny turned her head and kissed Brogan on his forehead. "Don't worry, Brogan, you get used to his sass eventually."

They rested in silence for a while, their hands randomly touching and stroking each other. Brogan eventually cleared his thought, a smile threatening to break out across his face.

"So, are we going to actually read up here, or are we going to take advantage of this huge bed and go with the flow a bit more?"

Ginny shared a look with Harry and smiled. She turned on her side facing Brogan, as Harry moved up closer behind her. Brogan's words had already got him excited she could tell. Ginny smirked to herself. She reached out and grabbed Brogan by his shirt, pulling him closer. They kissed, and it was just as wonderful as she remembered it. It hadn't only been first time luck – Brogan really could snog like a house on fire. She felt Harry at her back, his hands reaching up under her shirt, cupping her breasts. Brogan pushed forward with his hips, his erection rubbing against her stomach. Ginny felt herself grow dizzy with all the sensations she was feeling.

"You two are going to be the death of me," she softly, resting her head against Brogan. His blue eyes were wide and dark as he gazed at her.

"Yeah, but what a way to go, Ginny," he whispered, capturing her lips in another kiss. The shyness he had shown before seemed to have dissipated and Ginny found herself responding to this much more direct man she had in front of her. Power flared through her, and Harry moaned as he touched her, catching bits of it.

"We are all wearing too many clothes," Ginny whispered, and they both nodded. They broke apart and the room soon because a tangle of shirts and jeans and 'don't lose your bloody socks this time.' Ginny gazed at Brogan, having not really taken the time in the training room. She had been right before, in the shack. He was deliciously quite fit. She felt Harry's hands in between her legs and his breath was warm against her back.

"I'll just get you ready," Harry whispered, kissing her neck. He paused and leaned over her, nodding to Brogan. The two men kissed as Ginny watched from beneath them, feeling her desire spike by several degrees. She knew she had just drenched Harry's hand. Harry broke their kiss and looked down at her, his eyes full of love.

"Wicked girl," Harry said, his voice teasing. "You like watching us."

Ginny nodded. "You're both so pretty, I can't help it."

"Did you think about us before this?" Brogan whispered, lowering his mouth to her collarbone, moving down towards her breasts. Ginny moaned as Harry speeded up his hand.

"Maybe, once or twice, or Merlin...fuck, Harry," Ginny shuddered as he fingered her. Brogan's mouth closed over he nipple a moment later, and she was lost. Was she a horrible person for liking this? For enjoying the two of them together and what they were doing to her? She felt Harry shift beside her, and his wand was in his hand, flicking at the door.

"Silencing Charm," he muttered. "You know how loud you get."

Brogan moved his head back up to her mouth, crushing her lips in a fevered kiss once again. "Can we take turns making you scream?" he asked, a wicked tone in his voice. Ginny rolled onto her back, and Harry and Brogan met in the middle again, kissing each other. She felt her heartbeat race and reached out to touch them both. Harry was firm in her hand, already slightly slick. Brogan took a few extra strokes to get there. They both looked down at her and smiled. She grinned back and sat up. She looked at Harry.

"From behind? Yes?" Harry nodded and moved around her, getting into position. She smiled at Brogan and told him to sit up with his back against the headboard. She waited until Harry entered her, closing her eyes for the moment, welcoming him into her body. He lay stretched behind her and over her, curling their bodies together. His hand reached out for Brogan. Ginny lowered her mouth and took Brogan into her mouth as Harry began to thrust. She moaned, and Brogan put his hand in her hair, answering with a moan of his own.

"God, your mouth," Brogan whispered, sounding gutted. "So amazing, Ginny. Merlin, don't stop."

Harry was pulling on her hips, making her body tremble with every thrust. Ginny was going to come soon, she could feel her body tightening, and she wanted to take one of them with her. She moved faster over Brogan, taking almost all of his length in, fighting the choking feeling for a brief moment. His hand fisted in her hair, and he swore, rising slightly upwards. She sucked at him, making her cheeks go shallow and then full, and without warning, Brogan came in her mouth, crying out. A moment later her own body peaked, and she came, while her mouth was still around him, moaning at the back of her throat.

Harry pulled out of her, knowing she needed to rest. She collapsed practically on top of Brogan and felt his arms surround her.

"You're bloody brilliant," Brogan whispered into her hair, kissing her head. She felt, rather than saw him turn towards Harry. The bed shifted, and Ginny raised her head to watch Brogan pull Harry to him, kissing him. Ginny saw that Harry was still hard and wanted to help, but she had a feeling that Brogan wanted to do it.

Brogan murmured something in Harry's ear, and he nodded, his eyes meeting Ginny's. Brogan wrapped his hand around Harry and started stroking at a leisurely pace, and Ginny could tell Harry wanted more. Harry moved his mouth along the other man's throat, their two dark heads moving together. She felt her breath catch in her throat. The two men stared at each other, and Ginny saw Harry tilt his head slightly as though saying yes to something. Brogan lowered himself down and took Harry into his mouth, his cheeks turning bright pink.

It was a strange sensation for Ginny to watch another man pleasure Harry. At first, she felt briefly territorial – that was her job – but then pushed the feeling aside as Harry's eyes met hers. It was the most intense stare they had ever shared, and Ginny felt shook, all the way down to her toes. They both watched Brogan, who was warming to his task with much enthusiasm. Ginny scooted forward and ran her hands through his hair. She leaned over him and kissed Harry.

"Gin, touch yourself, let me watch," he said reverently, nuzzling her as she pulled away. She nodded and lay back against the pillows. She let her hand roll down across her breasts, tweaking each nipple. Harry's breathing was starting to sound staggered, so she knew Brogan was clearly a fast study. Ginny placed a finger between her folds, feeling her own wetness. Harry nodded at her.

"Let me see," he said, one of his hands straying to Brogan's head, his fingers playing in the other man's hair. Ginny rubbed herself, spreading her legs wider for him.

"Faster," he said, and she wasn't sure if he was talking to her or to Brogan, but they both complied. Harry moaned as Brogan's head, bobbed back and forth, and Ginny used her forefinger to rub her clit. She felt her body starting to reach that peak when Harry was suddenly letting out a wanton moan and thrusting upwards. Brogan pulled his mouth away as Harry came, continuing to milk him with just his hand. Ginny arched on the bed, throbbing. She threw her head back, which was full of images of the two men in front of her. Ginny was unsurprised when she felt someone push her legs apart and a mouth claimed her, pushing her fingers out of the way. She gripped her legs around their head and felt their tongue flicking at her, teasing her. Faster and faster, the tongue lapped at her until she was a writhing, screaming mess. She came back down to earth a little while later and smiled at Brogan.

"Thank you," she said and pulled his mouth up to hers, tasting a mixture of Harry and herself on his lips.

"No, thank you," he said, smiling at her. "I've been wanting to do that for a while."

They kissed, and Ginny looked at Harry, who smiled at them lazily. He was lying on his side, apparently spent. She looked down and realized that Brogan was up for round two.

"Go ahead," Harry said, sounding wistful. And Ginny made sure he was all right before pulling Brogan on top of her. She felt a flare of magic around her middle as Harry cast the Contraceptive Charm for them.

Brogan looked down at her, his eyes fully dilated, and they were so blue she felt like she was staring into the deepest ocean. "This is…is this all right?" Brogan asked, some of his shyness returning. He turned his head to look at Harry, and he must have seen what he wanted because he settled in between Ginny's legs and brought himself to her entrance, biting his lip. She reached up and caressed his face, feeling all of his emotions. She nodded, and he slid in – his body fitting in awkwardly at first. He was wider in the hips than Harry, and Ginny felt herself shift underneath him to accommodate him. He was longer than Harry too, and she felt the tip of his body already rubbing against her favorite spot. She arched her back and moaned in approval.

They moved slowly at first, and Brogan had a look of wonder on his face as she writhed underneath him. She smiled at him – he still looked at both of them as though he couldn't believe his luck. As though at any moment they were going to toss him out on his arse and tell him to leave. Ginny moved with determination and reached up to kiss him soundly. She didn't want him feeling like that. She felt Aine's power flare through her and realized the witch agreed with her.

"Brogan," she said softly. "Look at me. We want you, we're not going to lose you. Let it go…just let it all go."

The bed shifted as Harry sat up, joining them, he lay down next to Ginny, his head touching hers. They both stared up at the other man, and his face crumbled with emotion. He bowed his head as though to hide, but Ginny used her legs to remind him to thrust. He brought his head up quickly, amazement shining in his eyes. Harry reached up, stroking the side of Brogan's face.

"Kiss him," she whispered, nodding at Harry. Harry sat up and did as she said, and she felt so much joy move through her that she knew more than half of that had to be Brogan. It was joy and shock and amazement that anyone could want him this badly.

Harry moved his mouth to Brogan's ear and whispered something that made the other man's face flush pink. He started moving inside of her again, with more purpose. Ginny mewed underneath him as he stroked against the spot deep within her. She moaned and tightened herself around him. She watched Harry kiss Brogan again, and then Harry was kissing her, his hand straying to her hair.

"I love you, Gin," he whispered, and she nodded at him, too full of emotion to respond. Harry lowered his mouth to her breasts, capturing a nipple between his lips. His hand squeezed them both as she moaned. Feeling Brogan's body rubbing against her as Harry teased her breasts was the most amazing feeling she had ever felt. Ginny closed her eyes, and a myriad of colors exploded behind her lids. Harry worked both of her breasts, utterly unabashed in his worship. She tossed her head back and forth and arched her back and put her hand on Harry's head, tugging at him. He was driving her crazy. It was too much...it was almost most too much sensation. Harry smiled at her and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue teasing hers. He finally pulled away, and they both looked up.

Above her, Brogan's breath was growing more ragged, and Ginny could tell he was close. He, too, had enjoyed Harry's little show of breast worship. She arched her back again and moved upwards, resting her head against him.

"Harder,' she whispered to him, and he shuddered as his body jerked in response. He swore but pushed into her more deeply than before. Ginny had already noticed he always reacted when they told him things or whispered dirty words to him. She brought her mouth up to his ear. "Yes, harder, Brogan. Give me more..."

It apparently was all he needed to hear because he was moaning out her name as he came. Brogan crashed down on top of her as though his arms had given out. Ginny sighed and then ran her hands up and down his back, whispering softly to him. She hadn't come, but it was okay. The absolute happiness she was feeling from Brogan was more than enough for the time being.

Eventually, he lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes wide and full of what he was feeling. She kissed him, and he held her tightly, resting his head on her shoulder. They shifted, and Brogan climbed off of her. Harry joined them as they all curled around each other.

"We care about you, we really do," Harry said softly, his hands playing with Brogan's hair. Ginny nuzzled Harry and kissed him. He must have caught the same feelings of disbelief as she had.

"I don't understand why," Brogan said, his voice almost a whisper.

Ginny and Harry could only hold him close and hope that he would one day understand.

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