Author's Note: So, this chapter is basically a super long one of two parts - the first part, very plotty. The second part? Very smutty. It's quite an intense chapter for our threesome, so if that is not your thing, feel free to skip it. However I have been assured it's very hot, lol, so your loss. Many thanks to each and every one of you who have remained supportive and kept reading. It means the world to me.

Chapter 54: Return to the Fold


"Oh, look, Ginny, he's coming 'round."

Harry winced as he moved his head, the echo of the scream he'd heard before he'd blacked out still fresh in his mind. It could have only been Voldemort's scream – in protest, anger, or frustration, Harry didn't know. Perhaps it had been all three at once. He felt something soft tickle his face and opened his eyes, seeing a fuzzy, red blur standing over him. He felt someone slip his glasses into his hands a moment later and put them on as he looked around. They were back in the flat in London, and Harry was stretched out in his bed.

"Oh, Merlin, you took your sweet time waking up," Ginny whispered as she pulled him into her arms, hugging him tightly. Ron and Hermione were standing behind her, looking more than a little relieved. Harry didn't see Brogan anywhere.

"How long was I out?"

"Longer than you should have been, in my estimation," Ginny said, pulling back. "We thought you had been hit with a stunner or something at the last moment." Her hand brushed the hair off of his forehead, her touch tender. Ginny turned and looked at Ron and Hermione.

"Could you guys give us a few moments? Let them know he's awake."

His two friends smiled at him and nodded, slipping quietly out of the room. Harry focused on Ginny, taking a good look at her to make sure she was all right as well.

"Where's Brogan?" he asked, wanting to make sure they had all made it.

"He's downstairs, telling Remus and the others what happened at the school. I'm sure he knows you're okay, just from the amount of relief I'm feeling right now." Ginny smiled at him. "How is your head? You were clutching it before you blacked out."

Harry closed his eyes for a moment to take stock of any soreness or pain and then looked at her. "It feels all right. I would expect to have a searing headache after…that, but…nothing. Must be your doing, right?"

Ginny smiled. "I tried focusing on healing you, or at least, making sure you were comfortable. I'm glad it worked."

"Where's Percy?"

Ginny's smile left her face, and she sighed. "He's…being held in one of the other rooms. Auror Salters eventually came to and insisted Percy be kept apart from everyone. Mum and Dad haven't even been able to see him yet. But Kingsley himself is on his way here to deal with him. Or the situation, I suppose."

"How are the students…did everyone…make it?"

Ginny nodded and looked cheery again. "They did, and they are singing your praises. You're an even bigger hero to them than you were before."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Great. Can I move and get up, or has someone ordered me to stay put?"

Ginny smirked at him. "You can rise; I'll allow it."

"Hah," Harry said as she moved out of his way. Harry sat forward and moved his head back and forth, hearing his neck pop. He stood up and only felt slightly woozy. Ginny held his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"Downstairs then?" she asked.

"Yeah, reckon we should get this over with."

They made their way downstairs and headed to the kitchen first. Fred and George were eating something and cheered when they came in. Remus entered the room from the other door and gave Harry a relieved smile. He patted Harry on the back as Ginny made Harry sit down so that she could get him some tea.

"You had us worried, Harry," Remus said, squeezing his shoulders. He sat down next to him. "But other than you, and one or two of the Aurors, everyone got away with minimal harm. It was a successful rescue attempt. You should feel proud."

Harry nodded. Yes, they had succeeded. But he was still hesitant to claim a victory. He wanted to know what was going on with Percy. Lupin must have seen the question on his face because the other man sobered when he met his eyes.

"Kingsley and Bill are both talking to him now. As well as Tonks and Auror Salters."

"How does he…seem?" Harry asked frowning. Ginny joined them and placed a teacup in front of him.

"Subdued. Exhausted. But he is talking."

Harry nodded and took a sip of his tea, not really tasting it. He glanced at Ginny. "Did you get a chance to talk to him at all?"

"Only for a few moments. Why, Harry? What's wrong?"

Harry shook his head, not saying anything. Lupin patted him on the back again and got up, leaving him and Ginny alone. Fred and George left soon after, and they were by themselves in the kitchen, finally. Harry looked at Ginny.

"I'm worried about Percy. We shouldn't leave him by himself."

"You mean you don't trust him?" Ginny asked frowning.

"No, not like that…I just…" Harry paused, not sure how to explain himself. "When I read his thoughts, at Hogwarts…he's so incredibly weary, Gin. He's tired of just…existing."

"You think he's going to harm himself?"Ginny asked, looking surprised. "Percy would never…I mean…oh." Understanding registered on her face, and she looked sad as she considered his words. "He's not the brother I used to know anymore, is he?"

Harry shook his head. "I don't think he's the man any of us think they know anymore. He's different. I felt it when I was in his head."

They sat in silence for a while, each staring into their teacups. They heard a door slam up above them, and then the flat was still once again. After the rush of the last several hours, Harry felt strangely bereft inside. He supposed he hadn't expected them to succeeded quite so brilliantly. Ginny moved her hand on the table, taking hold of his.

"Why are you surprised we made it back in one piece?" she finally asked, studying him.

"Not sure, really, just…I feel like we got lucky, I suppose."

"Well, we really would have been stuck without Percy there to help us," Ginny said, resting her head on her hand, gazing at him thoughtfully.

Just then, the door behind them opened, and Brogan entered the kitchen. His face lit up when he saw them.

"You're awake!" The other man exclaimed, sounding euphoric.

Harry gave him a half-smile as the other man pulled him in for a brief hug. Brogan moved away and sat down next to him. He gazed at Harry, a small frown on his face.

"Why do you seem … a bit lost, Harry? I thought you'd be happy. Your plan was successful, and we saved all of the students."

"He's worried about Percy," Ginny said, looking around Harry at Brogan.

Harry also looked at the other man. "When you see Percy, do you sense…anything?"

Brogan looked thoughtful. "No, but then I haven't really spent any time with him. While at the school, I was mostly concentrating on you and Ginny and making sure you didn't throw yourself at Voldemort's feet."

Ginny squeezed Harry's hand. "Yeah, what was that about, anyway? I thought you were going to offer yourself to him when he reached us, Harry. It was almost like you weren't…you."

Harry sighed. "I felt compelled to obey him. It was…odd. It was almost like being under the Imperious Curse but…different, somehow. Did you two hear him in your heads like I did?"

Brogan shook his head, but Ginny nodded. "I did, at the very end. After the three of us joined. I heard him say you were his. So I set him straight."

Harry smiled at her despite his mood. "Yeah, I remember thinking I had never seen you look so dead scary before in your life. You were fierce, Gin." Harry paused and looked at both of them. He took Brogan's hand into his, and they all felt it again – that connected feeling – that feeling that they were more than just themselves. "I wouldn't have made it if you two hadn't been there. You…both stopped me. I think I probably would have done what he'd wanted if you hadn't wrapped your arm around my waist, Ginny. Or if you hadn't been at my back, Brogan."

"Has Voldemort ever been able to do that to you before?" Brogan asked, releasing a deep breath, his cheeks filling with color as the connection affected him. Harry let go of his hand, realizing they were probably not in the right place for things to get heated between the three of them.

"Not exactly, no," Harry said, frowning. "He's tried to possess me before, and it almost worked that time, but…I've never felt as though I wanted to obey him like that. Something's changed."

"Maybe he's found another spell to use against you from that bloody book of Dumbledore's," Ginny murmured, looking at them. "He needed your mother's bones before. Perhaps now, since they've had control of the school, Voldemort's been able to re-do that spell."

"We should talk to Percy," Harry said after a moment.

"Maybe just you should," Ginny said. "I'm afraid I would let my emotions get the better of me right now."

Before Harry could reply, Remus was standing in the doorway and calling to him. Harry got up to see what he wanted.

"Sorry, I know you've been trying to get your bearings, but Kingsley wants you to talk to Percy. Do you feel up to it right now?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, we just sort of came to that decision ourselves." He looked back at Brogan and Ginny and walked back over to them. He sat down and looked between them.

"I might be a bit, are you two going to be okay for a while?"

Ginny nodded. "Oh, I can suffer through a listless hour or two with him, no worries."

Brogan snorted. "Thanks a lot."

"Well, don't get too bored with each other," Harry murmured, and he brushed his lips against Ginny's. She smiled at him.

"If you get the chance, tell Percy his little sister wants him to stick around."

Harry nodded. He joined Remus again and followed the other man down another hallway. There was an Auror that Harry didn't recognize standing outside one of the doors, and he stepped aside when Lupin motioned to him.

As they entered the room, Kingsley looked up from where he'd been sitting at the desk, reading a file. Percy was sitting across from him, a cup of tea next to him. His hands were in front of him, flat on the table. Harry was glad to see that he wasn't still tied up, at least. There was no sign of Auror Salters or Tonks.

"Ah, Harry, glad you see you're up and about. Come in, join us."

Kingsley conjured up two more chairs for them, and they joined them at the desk. Harry felt Percy's eyes on him and looked up, meeting the other man's gaze. He felt as though Percy was checking him over. Kingsley noticed it too and frowned across the table at the other man.

"Percy, was there something you wanted to ask Mr Potter?"

"Only…" Percy paused and then stared at Harry again. "How do you feel, Harry? In your head?"

Harry had raised his hand halfway to his forehead before he'd realized it and stopped himself, lowering it back down again. He frowned at Percy.

"I feel fine. I feel like me."

Those words appeared to make Percy relax, the tightness in his shoulders easing a bit. He reached out to take a drink of his tea, and Harry noticed his hand shook for a moment.

"Is there a reason my head shouldn't feel fine?" Harry asked.

Percy looked at him. "The Dark Lord…sorry, that is going to be a hard habit to break," Percy stopped and took a deep breath. "Vol…Voldemort may have enhanced his connection with you. I wasn't privy to all the details, but he…drank a potion that Severus made for him. Something about making it easier to get you to do things once you two are near each other. He will not be happy that it seems to have not worked as he'd planned."

"It did almost work," Harry admitted. He looked at Remus and Kingsley. "If Ginny and Brogan hadn't had been there, I think I may have done exactly whatever Voldemort asked me to do."

The other men looked startled at Harry's words. Percy gazed thoughtfully at Harry.

"My sister is… she is all right, isn't she? Her…prophecy has come true?"

Harry nodded. "She's strong. And she told me to tell you to stick around."

"The spell The Dark…Voldemort had me do to weaken her…it did not succeed?"

Harry shook his head. "She became quite ill, and we were all worried for a while, but…she rebounded."

Percy closed his eyes, releasing a deep breath. When he gazed back at Harry, he looked more like himself. Percy then blinked at him, looking serious again. "Bill said as much, but I wanted to hear you say it. The other person you mentioned…this Brogan…he is the last descendant, is he not?"

Harry felt startled about Percy knowing that but nodded his head. "Yes. And he is also an Empath."

Percy nodded as though that made sense. He looked around at the other two men.

"Dumbledore did not tell me everything, but he told me enough. The rest I pieced together on my own. We have to force Voldemort to make his stand at the Ministry. Dumbledore told me that Voldemort and Harry must face each other in the room where the stone dais sits, the room where they study the Veil. I tried to plant the idea into the Dark Lord's head, but…he never seemed to take the bait. But, perhaps now, he will. He is running out of ideas to control you, Harry. And it bothers him a great deal."

Harry felt a strange sort of sensation at Percy's words – maybe because it conjured up images that he would rather forget – images of Sirius, alive one moment, trading barbs with Bellatrix, and then falling backward into the Veil and disappearing completely. Harry shook himself out of his daydream and realized Kingsley was talking.

"Before Aberforth died, we made sure the Ministry was secure. He insisted on it, actually. It has been difficult, to say the least. But Aberforth seemed to think that the final showdown would happen there, although he never said why."

Remus stirred next to Harry as though he, too, had been remembering Sirius. "He believed there was something about the Veil Room that Voldemort would think he needed." Lupin paused, looking thoughtful.

"Aberforth was working on a way to make Voldemort mortal again. I think that's why Voldemort targeted him; maybe he knew. Or, then again, maybe he just really wanted to take the school as his. I am not sure how far Aberforth got in his work. But there was a box delivered to Arthur a few days ago that had your name on it, Harry. With everything going on, I had forgotten about it, but I think perhaps you should take a look at it."

"Who would send me a box through Arthur Weasley?" Harry asked, confused.

"Well, the writing on the box…it looks like Aberforth's handwriting."

"He sent me a box after he was dead?"

"Or it was charmed to not be sent until after his death," Kingsley pointed out. "Aberforth was mad clever, much like his brother. I wouldn't put it past the old goat not to have had a contingency plan in place."

Harry didn't know what to think. He couldn't understand Aberforth sending him something specifically, especially as the man had not really seemed to like him much. He looked at Percy, who had closed his eyes while they'd been talking. Harry glanced at Kingsley.

"How much trouble or danger is Percy in? I mean, can he stay here and be with his family or…"

"I'm going to the Ministry to await trial after I talk to my parents. Kingsley has agreed to let me do that first," Percy said, looking at Harry, his brown eyes now dull and lifeless.

"Do you think that's wise?" Harry asked the Head Auror.

Kingsley looked at Percy, a deep frown on his face. "It is what he wants, and I haven't been able to convince him otherwise. I have more than enough proof to indicate he was working with Dumbledore the whole time, but…"

"There are things that I must pay for," Percy said, his voice quiet. "I always knew it would come to this. I have made my peace with it. I will stand trial. I will not accept favorites or allowances."

"Percy," Remus began, frowning at the other man. "You speak as though you are a horrible criminal who was with Voldemort out of choice. Albus told me enough that I know that isn't true. Your family –"

"My family must never know the extent of what I have done," Percy said, a note finality in his voice. "Please. I could not bear any of this if I thought they were…"

"Worried about you? Because they already are," Harry said, trying to make Ron's brother understand how much the Weasleys still needed him. "You going off to stand trial for anything you might have done while working as a spy is not going to change that."

Percy frowned at Harry. "No, that is not what I meant. I do not want them to think even less of me than they do now. There are things they cannot know."

"But a trial will bring those things out into the open, anyway," Remus said, shaking his head.

"If I make it to one, then I will cross that bridge when I come to it," Percy said, turning back to look at Kingsley. "Can I speak to my mother and father now?"

Kingsley nodded and stood up. "They're in one of the other rooms down the hall. I'll take you to them. Molly is beside herself with wanting to make sure you are okay. I'm half-surprised she hasn't burned a hole in the wall yet."

Percy stood, and as he passed Harry's chair, he paused. "Tell Ron and Ginny…tell them that I am sorry I couldn't protect Charlie when the time came. And tell them I am proud of them. I'm proud of all of them. And I'm proud to be a Weasley."

Harry watched them leave and then looked at Remus, seeing his own worries reflected on his friend's face. He still couldn't shake the feeling that Percy hadn't decided to just give up.

"You don't think he'd hurt himself, do you?" Harry asked Remus.

Remus looked startled and then sighed. "I'm not certain. He's…he's been under Voldemort's influence for a long time now. His mind has been messed with by both Voldemort and Albus. It's an understatement, but Percy has been through a lot. I have to say, at this point, he may just be reacting in shock. That could be why he sounds so detached. Perhaps being away from everyone so he can be by himself will be good for him."

"Will it be safe?" Harry asked, thinking about Voldemort trying to get him back. Or worse, revenge.

"Kingsley will make sure he is. You can trust in that, Harry."

Harry nodded his head, absentmindedly. He didn't think Voldemort would leave Percy alone for too long. He was too vindictive, too..possessive. He had considered Percy one of his own – had bestowed his Mark upon him. Which meant that Percy had done a persuasive job, indeed. Harry wasn't sure what that would mean if the two were ever allowed to meet again.

o-o-o-o-o

Ginny must have drifted off sometime after Brogan had started reading to her. His voice had such a soothing quality to her. After the adrenaline of the whole escapade at the school had worn off, Ginny's exhaustion had crept up on her. But she awoke when she heard Harry's voice.

"Harry?" she blinked her eyes open, noticing the sun had gone down, and the room was half in darkness.

"Shh, I'm right here." And she felt his arms wrap around her middle comfortably. She realized she had fallen asleep with her head on Brogan's lap, but the other man was now nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Brogan?"

"I ran into him in the hall; he said you fell asleep almost immediately, and he's trying not to be offended at that."

"Ha, ha," Ginny said, yawning. She turned so she could look at Harry. "Ron and Hermione kept us company for a while, but then they buggered off to be together, and we decided we would read, except…"

"Brogan's soothing voice lulled you into complacency, I know."

"How did it go? With Percy?"

Harry sighed and took her hand in his. "He's…well, Remus seems to think he's in shock at finally being away from Voldemort. He's going to the Ministry to await trial."

"What? But..he was a spy. Why would they want to put him on trial –"

"He wants it that way, Gin."

Ginny closed her mouth in surprise. "He's acting stupidly noble, isn't he?"

Harry shrugged. "I'm not sure. As Remus pointed out, he's been through a lot. Maybe he just wants to be alone."

Ginny frowned. "But we're his family. We should be there to help him. Oh God, except we wouldn't, would we? We'd smother him. In typical Weasley fashion. Mum wouldn't let him out of her sight, and the twins would eventually start to take the piss…"

Harry pulled her closer to him and kissed her. "Hey, I happen to like typical Weasley fashion, you know. He did tell me something to tell you, though."

"What's that?"

"He said to tell you and Ron that he was sorry he couldn't save Charlie. And that he was proud of you, and he always has been. And that he was proud to be a Weasley."

Ginny felt her heart fill with emotion at Harry's words. When Percy had started working for the Minister and had seemingly turned his back on them, she'd been so ashamed of him. He had acted as though he was better than they were; that was the real slap in the face to Ginny. She could understand Percy wanting to be a good employee and even supporting the Minister (no matter how misguided he'd been at the time) over Harry, but…to act as though your own family was beneath you? It had killed a little bit of her love for her brother, she had to admit.

"Hey, are you okay?" Harry asked, tracing his finger against her lips. She blinked at him, suddenly needing to feel something other than confusion and misery. She moved closer to him, kissing him and pushing herself in between his legs.

"Use your hand and lock the door," she whispered, working her mouth around his neck, her hands skating under his shirt.

"What about Brogan?"

Ginny paused and considered waiting for him but made up her mind as she met Harry's gaze. "I just want to be with you. This isn't about the Copulatus or…anything else. I just need the man I love to hold me and lie to me and tell me that it's all going to be okay."

Harry shook his head. "I don't have to lie. Things will be better, eventually. We have each other, Gin. There's nothing that can touch that. You proved that today."

Ginny didn't even want to take the time to entirely remove their clothes; she just wanted to feel Harry inside of her – filing her – completing her. They shifted and kissed until Ginny was on top, and she slipped her hand underneath the rim of his jeans and then his boxers. Harry pulled her shirt up and kissed her breasts as his hands gripped her bum through her jeans. Ginny didn't even want any foreplay; she just wanted Harry. When she had him in her hand, hard and ready, she sat up, shifting her jeans and knickers off quickly, and slid on top of him, and they both grunted in satisfaction.

"It feels so tight like this," Harry whispered, and she nodded. She felt Harry's body inside of her and loved the way it felt – so full that it made her body stretch to accommodate him since she hadn't quite been wet enough. But her body soon responded as she pushed forward, bringing her knees tightly against his sides. It was hard and rough, and some part of her enjoyed it for what it was – the two of them just wholly together in every sense.

They gazed at each other as Ginny set her own pace, and Harry let her, his hands tightly holding onto her. She raised her hands above her, pulling her hair out of the tight ponytail she'd worn all day. Harry groaned and swore as her hair fell around her in waves. She finally pulled her shirt off and flung it over her head, grinning down at him. She cupped her breasts through her bra and pushed even harder against him. The rough feel of the fabric of the jeans he still wore grazed against her legs.

"Oh, fuck, Harry, that feels good, so good," she chanted, as he pushed up into her. She heard herself moan his name and bucked as he brought one of his hands in between them, rubbing her.

"Come for me," he murmured, bringing his legs up behind her, and Ginny felt all of her feelings gathering inside of her. Nothing mattered more than this – just her and Harry moving as one. Her orgasm hit her then, making her cry out, but she kept riding him, pushing him forward. They joined hands as he thrust upwards, and she felt open and lost inside the heat of his desire. She tightened herself around him, and he murmured her name as he convulsed deep inside of her, his body pulsing within hers.

They eventually slowed, and Ginny fell forward as Harry's arms wrapped around her. She could hear the wild beating of his heart and closed her eyes. Harry's hands were in her hair, and she smiled, sighing.

"Er, Gin? I have to move. Eventually, my leg will start to complain."

Ginny smirked at him and kissed him before moving off. He fixed his clothes, and they twisted onto their sides, Harry wrapping himself around her body. Ginny was just drifting off again when a gentle knock at the door made her lift her head.

She felt Harry move his hand, and then the door opened, a tray full of food floating in before Brogan. He gave them a half-amused grin and set the food on the desk. He bent down so that he was eye-level with Ginny. She felt her skin heat for some reason, as though he had caught them doing something they weren't supposed to.

"I'm sorry –" she started, but Brogan placed a finger on her lips. He bent forward and kissed her forehead.

"No need to apologize, Gin. I could tell you needed to be with Harry by yourself." His blue eyes smiled warmly back at her, utterly free from any sort of hurt or misunderstanding. Ginny felt fortunate then that the other man knew them so well.

Ginny smiled. "We're so lucky you're an Empath. It saves us loads of embarrassing conversations."

Brogan gave her a mock-serious look, a smile twitching on his lips. "It does indeed."

"Is that food?" Harry asked behind her, and despite her tiredness, Ginny's felt her stomach rumble.

"Aye," Brogan said, handing Harry a glass of pumpkin juice and a sandwich. "Your Mum and Dad are still talking with Percy, so the rest of us decided to just eat leftovers and scrounge for dinner. Ron offered to make something, but the twins started cackling a bit madly at that idea, and Hermione talked him out of it."

Harry handed her his dressing gown to wear, and they all eventually settled on the bed, starting to eat.

"Where's your father?" Harry asked, looking at Brogan. "I didn't see him this morning before we left nor when I was downstairs earlier."

Brogan frowned as he pushed his plate away from him. He sat next to Harry and rested his back against the headboard of the bed. "He's buggered off, as usual. I don't know, and I didn't ask."

"Did you get a chance to read your Mum's letters?" Ginny asked.

Brogan sighed. "No. I…I decided not to read them for the time being. I don't need to be having emotional upheavals right now. I have enough on my plate. We all do. I want to be strong for you two."

Harry took the other man's hand and squeezed it. "We want to be here for you. Did you consider that?"

Brogan stared at Harry for a moment in wonder and then shook his head. "I appreciate that, but…"

Ginny finished her food and put her plate out of the way, moving forward so that she could join them. She settled into Brogan's arms and pulled Harry closer until their heads were all touching. She smiled as she met Brogan's gaze.

"Trust us, Brogan."

He swallowed roughly and moved his hand to the back of her neck, his fingers getting lost in her hair. "I do, Ginny. I'm just not ready for them yet."

Harry sighed and started kissing the other man's neck. Ginny felt their connection flare up inside of her, her body suddenly wanting more. Something low and needy tightened in her belly, and she twisted so that she was straddling Brogan. He brought his hands around her back and kissed her. He pulled away and then turned to Harry, kissing him as well. Ginny felt her desire for them snap to attention and thought they were both wearing too many clothes.

When they broke apart, Harry grinned at her knowingly. "Not so tired anymore, are you?"

Ginny shook her head, smirking. Harry flicked his hand at the door, and she knew they wouldn't be disturbed any time soon. She rubbed against Brogan, who had been making his way around her neck with his mouth. He moaned softly and shifted so that his body came into better contact with hers. Harry started getting undressed, and they both paused to watch him. He blushed when he noticed and bit his lip, looking away.

"Stop it," he said self-consciously. Brogan and Ginny shared a grin, and she went to Harry, pulling his head into her hands, cradling it. She kissed him forcefully, making him feel her hunger for him. She felt Brogan shift behind her, and then it was her and Harry's turn to watch him get undressed.

Brogan reached for them as he rejoined them and their combined desires flashed through them. It was almost like an itch she couldn't quite scratch no matter how hard she tried. Ginny knew then that she wanted the both of them together. She went to Brogan and reached up for him, kissing him. She moved her mouth up to his ear.

"Did you ever get a chance to learn a new lubrication spell?"

Brogan's cheeks turned a remarkable shade of pink, but he nodded. Ginny removed Harry's dressing gown and then her bra and smiled at him as she touched his face, bringing his eyes upwards.

"I think I'm up for it," she whispered, and Brogan's mouth fell open slightly. Harry moved behind her, kissing her neck.

"What are we whispering about over here?" Harry asked, his hands slipping around her and caressing her breasts.

Ginny kept her eyes on Brogan's, watching the emotions flicker across his face. "I was telling Brogan to dust off his lubrication spell. I want you both."

She turned her head and looked at Harry to make sure he was okay with that. Harry pulled his mouth away from her shoulder and gave her a blank look at first, and then his cheeks turned pink like Brogan's had, but Ginny saw his eyes darken considerably.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, his voice low.

Ginny nodded. "Yes. I want us all to experience it at the same time. Or as close as we can."

Harry looked at Brogan. "Are you okay, too?"

Brogan looked between them and finally gave them a little smile to indicate that he was. Ginny bit her lip, trying to decide who she wanted where. She turned to Harry. "Lay down, love, let me ride you again."

"We should both get you really wet," Brogan said, moving forward. "Everywhere."

"I'm not going to argue with that," Ginny smirked as Brogan chuckled. He leaned over and removed his wand from his clothes, and flicked it towards Ginny. He smiled when she questioned him.

"Just a quick cleansing spell," he said, and she nodded, feeling silly for not having thought of it herself.

"Come here, Gin," Harry said as he lay in front of her. He pulled her forward, kissing her and then moving his head to her breasts. Brogan moved behind her, and she could feel him against her back. He started caressing her, cupping her bum and moving his mouth against her neck in little circles.

"You're so beautiful, Ginny," he whispered, his voice causing her to shiver with delight.

Harry was now kissing his way down her stomach, his hands gripping her hips. When he reached her sex, he removed his glasses and pushed her legs apart so that he fit in between them. His green eyes flicked up at hers as he claimed her without any warning, his tongue swirling over her. Ginny felt herself sway backward but Brogan caught her, moving his hands down to her breasts, cupping them from behind. She soon felt Brogan's hands move around to her arse, his fingers briefly lingering over Harry's hands as they gripped her.

Ginny moaned as Harry's tongue, became more forceful in its ministrations. He moved one of his hands down from her hip, and she soon felt him slip a finger inside of her. She felt Brogan's mouth on her back and shivered. She looked behind her and watched as his dark head moved closer and closer to her arse. Harry curled his finger insider her, making her gasp, and she turned her attention back to him.

She brought her own hands up to caress her breasts and lolled her head back. She felt the heat of Brogan's breath and then moaned when his mouth found its way to the other opening of her body. His tongue was deliciously warm, and she felt caught between the two of them – each of them loving her. Her climax was quick but sweet, and she felt as though she were gushing over Harry's face. She fell forward, but Brogan had been prepared to go with her, his mouth still kissing the most intimate place she had. She looked down at Harry, who removed his fingers from her body and scooted up to kiss her. She tasted herself on his face and felt utterly wanton.

Brogan pulled back and leaned against her back, his mouth near her ear. "I'm going to put a finger in. Let me know if it's too much."

Ginny nodded and held Harry's gaze as the other man shifted, and then she felt him, prodding her legs farther apart.

"Relax, Gin," Harry murmured, his hand touching her face. Brogan's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, touching her, caressing her arse, and then she felt rather than heard the lubrication spell as suddenly she felt the pressure of his finger slide into her. She must have moaned or whimpered because Brogan stopped, and Harry held her arms, saying her name.

"More," she breathed out, and the pressure intensified, and suddenly she knew his finger was all the way inside her. Harry reached up and kissed her, brushing her hair out of the way. His hands moved towards her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumb.

Brogan was at her back again, and she felt his body, swollen against her. "How is it? Are you okay?"

"Ugnghs," Ginny breathed out, unable to form words. Harry smirked at her and looked over her shoulder at the other man.

"I think that means yes," he said, glancing at her. She nodded her head quickly, still unable to articulate her need with words. But she wanted Harry's mouth on her breast and tried to speak.

"Harrybreastsgodplease," she muttered, and she leaned forward, causing her backside to rise. Brogan's finger stopped momentarily until he adjusted for the new angle, and she sobbed because it felt even better this way.

Harry's mouth closed over her nipple, and she felt her legs shake. Brogan continued caressing her, and she moaned as he kept stretching her opening, moving slowly yet surely.

"I'm going to add another finger," Brogan murmured, and Ginny almost felt herself climax on the spot. The feelings that she had always had, whenever Harry would touch her back there, it was as though the sensation was suddenly turned on full blast. She felt another breath of magic over her skin, and the stretching feeling intensified, and she shuddered as Brogan moved his fingers a bit faster now. It felt so different this way, and yet Ginny knew she was far too greedy to let this be all of it.

"Fuck," Ginny finally said, shivering at the sensations. "Just do it, already, Brogan. That lubrication spell feels amazing. I think I'm ready."

Harry looked up at her, and she saw how turned on he was; he was standing at full attention, and neither of them had even touched his body yet. Now Harry moved his hand down to himself and started to slowly stroke, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Oh, wow, you're right, that spell is really, wow…" Brogan said from behind them, and Ginny knew he had finally cast the spell on himself. She turned her head and saw him, shimmering with wetness. He looked up and met her gaze, and she saw so much love in it that it almost broke her heart.

"Lean forward a bit more," Brogan murmured softly. "Harry, try to get underneath her, yeah, like that."

Harry shifted as Ginny propped herself on her hands, above him. She felt Brogan lean over her again, curving his body over hers. She felt the fullness of his body then between the cheeks of her arse and felt a ripple of anticipation move through her. She felt his fingers again, opening her up once more, and then suddenly the rest of him was there, and she shut her eyes as stars exploded behind her lids.

Ginny's moan was low and full of so many things that she'd never known were inside her. She keened as Brogan pushed forward, and she knew he was moving slow on purpose…so unbelievably slow so as not to hurt her. And when she thought she was finally going to break wide open, he stilled, and she released a deep breath, and he moaned behind her. Harry shifted upwards and pulled her down to his body, and he entered her with one graceful push, and Ginny felt her entire world slip out of focus and then explode with color.

The three of them all swore at the same time, and it would have been worth a laugh if it didn't feel so incredibly sexy. Harry thrust tentatively into her, and she rocked her hips against his as Brogan slowly started moving behind her.

It was a feeling unlike anything Ginny had ever felt before – she and Harry looked at each other as Brogan moved behind her, filling her, stretching her, making her feel everything. The power that the three of them shared broke out across them all, and they all shuddered together. Ginny gripped her hands into the bed covers and swore as she bowed her head, concentrating on the sensations. Somehow Brogan and Harry discovered a rhythm that had her twitching in pleasure in mere moments. Brogan pulled back, his hands digging into her hips as he shifted, and she heard herself moan with abandon. Harry held her as she slid forward, her name falling off his lips as his mouth found hers.

She broke their kiss as her body shook, the depth of her climax almost scaring her. A thousand sensations broke out across her body, and she realized the men had also felt it as they both moaned her name. Brogan was moving faster now, less careful with his strokes, and Harry was beginning to thrust erratically. All Ginny could do was hang on as her body stayed there between them, quite happily enjoying every sensation.

Brogan fell forward first, pulling her tightly into his embrace as she felt him go off inside her. The complete and utter joy from him that swept through her made her breath catch. Harry soon followed suit, his hand holding her tightly even as she knew he was reaching for the other man. Ginny turned her head and saw their hands join as Harry pushed up one final time, his body pulsing inside her, and she trembled – she was beyond feeling anything but pure pleasure and complete release.

They collapsed together – a jumble of legs and arms and sticky substances that Ginny was quite sure she should be embarrassed about, but she felt nothing but love for the two of them. Brogan slipped out of her, and she whimpered, feeling sore but so good, it didn't matter. As soon as she moved from Harry, Brogan lay her on her side and pulled her close, wrapping himself around her. Harry turned and rested in front of her, his hand resting on her chest, over her heart. He kissed her gently along the side of her face.

Brogan reached out and touched Harry, his hand playing with Harry's hair, cupping his face. Ginny smiled at Harry's squinting gaze and looked around for his glasses, reaching for them. He smiled thankfully as he slipped them on a moment later.

"How do you feel?" Brogan murmured behind her, his voice shy. She turned her head and caught his lips for a kiss.

"That was…one of the most intense experiences of my life," Ginny said, truthfully. She looked back at Harry.

"You seemed to enjoy it a great deal, actually," Harry said, kissing her. "I could feel how much you enjoyed it. How much you both did." Harry's eyes strayed to Brogan's. Ginny had an idea that one of the rules they'd set would be broken again and soon between the two men. She felt a flash of desire through her at the thought.

"Well, next time it's your turn," Ginny said, now playfully nipping at Harry's hand. "I suppose it was only right the girl be the one to break the no buggering rule. Typical."

Brogan tore his eyes away from Harry and blinked at her. He laughed a moment later, burying his head in her hair. Harry chuckled, touching her cheek tenderly.

"I'm going to be sore later, aren't I?" Ginny asked, looking at them. Brogan sobered.

"Aye, most likely, that's why I used the spell, too…hopefully, it helps with that. You're sure…I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Ginny shook her head. "No, you were…you were the right amount of gentle and then the right amount of…not."

"It was pretty hot to watch from my viewpoint," Harry added, smirking at them. "And I never thought I would say that in a million years."

"Hmm," Ginny said, sighing and stretching. "I get to do the watching next time. Just seeing you two go at it will make me self-combust on the spot, no doubt."

Brogan chuckled, and he moved his hands to cup her breasts almost without thinking about it. Ginny looked down at his hands and then looked back at him. "More?"

Brogan stopped and looked embarrassed. "Er, sorry."

"No, it's okay. I don't mind being fondled. Come here, Harry," Ginny said to him as Harry moved closer.

"But he's got the best bits of you to fondle," Harry chuckled.

Ginny raised her eyebrow at him. "Oh, really?"

"Well, maybe not all the best bits…" Harry let his hand travel downwards, and Ginny sighed happily.

"I love us, have I mentioned?"Ginny said, looking at them. The men smiled, and Harry propped himself up to kiss Brogan. She watched them and knew that it was going to be a very good night, indeed.

o-o-o-o-o

The next morning, Brogan awoke before either of his lovers, and he stretched slightly, feeling pleased. While no other 'buggering' rules had been broken – he was not sure that he and Harry were emotionally ready for that actual step, he had to admit to himself – they'd had a very pleasurable night. Brogan hoped no one had been looking for them or had noticed that he hadn't been in his room.

Of course, there were four other beds in this room, so it wasn't that suspect, he reckoned. He turned his head and smiled at Ginny, who was still asleep, a slight snore escaping her. He used his hand to brush the hair away from her mouth and let it linger there. He wondered if she would ever understand how amazing she was to him. When the three of them had joined last night, it was unlike anything Brogan had ever experienced – he had felt her intense release and satisfaction as he'd entered her. He'd been so worried that he would hurt her, but in the end, she had reacted exactly as he'd imagined. Of course, it helped that the lubrication spell he'd discovered was actually known to enhance sensitivity as well.

He turned to glance at Harry and was shocked as two very watchful green eyes blinked back at him. Brogan felt his skin heat.

"Good morning," he murmured, feeling self-conscious, and Harry smiled at him.

"Can you reach my glasses?" The other man murmured, and Brogan looked for them, finding them at the edge of the bed. He handed them to Harry and propped himself up on the back of his arms. He realized that Harry must have been awake even longer than him judging from the erection he now felt rubbing against him. Harry reached up for him, kissing him soundly. Brogan lost himself into it and was pulling the other man against him, their legs tangling.

Ginny whimpered beside them and then was quiet, still asleep. Both men turned and looked at her. Harry reached for her, touching her hair gently. He gazed at Brogan thoughtfully.

"You need to teach me those spells. I want…" Harry's voice ran off, his eyes darkening.

"I didn't think we were ready for that," Brogan admitted softly but felt a thrill shoot through him nevertheless.

Harry moved his hand down to Brogan's body, which had, somehow, miraculously sprung to life after only a few short touches, and gave him a gentle squeeze.

"Your body seems ready. And so does mine," Harry shifted, and Brogan sucked in a breath as their bodies rubbed against each other. "But if you don't want…that is, I know it's a big step between us and-"

Brogan shushed him and whispered the name of the cleansing spell first and watched as Harry concentrated, moving his hand over himself and then over Brogan. Brogan swallowed roughly, his heart beating faster, and then whispered the name of the lubrication spell. As it had happened last night, the effect was immediate, and both men gasped out loud.

Brogan looked at Ginny. "We should wake her up; she'll be angry we started without her being able to watch."

Harry smirked and then lay across him, reaching for her. Brogan let his eyes wander over Harry's uncovered body, biting his lip as he let his hands move down the other man's back, towards his arse. Harry turned his head and grinned briefly at him before looking back at Ginny.

"Gin," he whispered, and she murmured back to him. Harry started kissing her, and she finally moved as though awake, sighing as her arms went around Harry's shoulders. Brogan waited for alarm or anger to enter her eyes, but she blinked at him and then at Harry and just shook her head, smiling at them.

"Is this my morning treat?" she finally asked, touching both of them. Brogan sighed as the flare of Aine's power soothed his anxiety.

"I want him," Harry said, his voice low, and they both turned to look at him. Brogan felt his heart beat faster. Merlin, they were brilliant.

"Well, you heard the man, Brogan," Ginny quipped. "Assume the position."

Harry snorted and shook his head at her. He turned back to Brogan and propped himself above him. Brogan felt his heart fill with too many emotions. He had never once thought anyone would want him the way that Ginny and Harry did, and he still couldn't believe it, even though the desire was there on their faces everytime they looked at him.

"I…" he began, not sure what he was even going to say.

Harry shushed him with his mouth, kissing him again. Their bodies touched once more, Harry's erection feeling deliciously wicked against his.

They moved until Brogan was on his hands and knees, with Harry positioned behind him. Ginny touched Brogan's face and kissed his neck, murmuring to him. Her hand skirted down his body, and she took him in hand, and he sighed, grateful. He felt Harry's hand on his arse and then shivered as it delved deeper, slipping in between and finding what it was looking for.

Harry's fingers stretched him, moving back and forth slowly. Brogan swore as Ginny decided to help out as well. She started sucking him with her frightfully delicious mouth. They were both trying to kill him; that's all there was to it. He felt Harry's mouth on his back, kissing him so sweetly that he felt something inside of himself break open. Ginny removed her mouth and moved so that she could look at him. She reached up and touched his face.

"We love you," she murmured. Brogan felt his arms shake and bowed his head in the face of such a powerful statement. Ginny brought his face back up, and her eyes were filled with understanding. He watched as she shifted beneath him, her hand darting between her legs.

"What do you need, Brogan?" she asked him, touching his face again. He could smell her scent on her fingers and knew she was just as turned on as they were. He swallowed roughly as Harry shifted behind him, and he felt the other man's body hard and ready behind him. A kiss of magic fell over his skin, and he knew Harry had performed the lubrication spell again.

"Your mouth, Ginny," Brogan finally whispered, deciding he wanted to feel her sweetness around him as Harry claimed him.

She reached up and kissed him and then moved down beneath him again, her red hair trailing after her. Harry was still laying against his back, his fingers slowly moving deeper into him. Brogan turned his head and caught the other man's eye. Harry's eyes dilated fully in response, the emotions of desire and love clear on his face. He paused his movements as though asking a silent question of consent, and Brogan nodded at him, feeling himself shake inside. Harry shifted back, positioning himself behind him.

Harry kissed the small of his back and then shifted his legs apart, and Brogan released a deep breath, preparing himself. Ginny's mouth worked faster around him, and it felt exquisite to him, but he knew he needed more.

"Harry," he said, not even recognizing the rough sound of his own voice. "Please."

And then it was happening as Brogan felt the head of Harry's body suddenly pushing into his, and he swore, widening his legs without realizing it. It was everything he had been afraid of, and like nothing, he had ever felt before. Never, in all his years of life had Brogan thought he would want someone to do what was now happening, and yet it felt right – it felt so good that he gave himself over to sensation. Ginny's mouth was doing incredible things to him, and he felt as though he were already on that edge of release as Harry finally pushed all the way in.

Brogan felt as though he were being split in two, in the most enjoyable way possible. Harry's hands grabbed clumsily at his hips, and Brogan moaned.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he heard someone saying and realized it was him. Harry buried himself in deep, and the lubrication spell made everything feel as though every nerve was on fire within him. Harry curved himself around him and stopped moving, their bodies fully connected. Brogan turned his head and saw the other man had his eyes closed, his face pinched.

"Harry? Are you…?"

"I'm fine, just...you… this… feels so incredible." Harry grunted as Brogan tightened himself around Harry's body, the sensation flooding through the both of them. Ginny moaned beneath Brogan.

"Whatever that was, do it again," Ginny said, and Brogan complied, rewarded by Harry cursing in his ear, which turned him on even more.

"I have to see this," Ginny said, and moved out from under Brogan's body and sat up, looking at them. She leaned forward and captured Harry's mouth in a blazing kiss. Brogan felt Harry's body pulse in response.

"Ugh," Brogan whimpered, suddenly needing movement, now.

"Take him," Ginny whispered to Harry and then pulled away. "Make him ours." She reached out for Harry's hand and linked her fingers with his, and nodded at Brogan.

Harry started thrusting again, and Brogan felt his eyes flutter closed. A bright light exploded behind his lids. "Harder," he heard himself whisper and felt his body pulled tightly against Harry's.

"The two of you look fantastic," Ginny said, leaning forward to kiss Brogan. He leaned forward, kissing her forcefully, suddenly wanting to taste her.

"Are you…" Brogan let his eyes travel down her body, noting the rosy color of her nipples. "Are you soaked?"

She nodded, removing her fingers and then put one in his mouth. "Utterly."

He swore as Harry pushed more forcefully into him in response, a growl escaping the other man.

"Gin, get in front of him," Harry breathed out. "So he can taste you."

Ginny shifted, and the two men paused, moving backward rather clumsily together, to give her room. Brogan leaned forward, and Harry went with him, his hands gripping him around the waist. Brogan brought his mouth down to Ginny's body, and she moaned as his tongue made contact. He swirled her clit under his tongue when Harry started moving again, Brogan knew nothing but pleasure. Ginny writhed under his mouth, pushing herself up into his face, and he felt one of Harry's hand snake around to cup him. Brogan's moaning must have sent pleasurable vibrations along Ginny's body because she reacted immediately, and he shelved that knowledge for something to try later.

"Oh, oh, oh," Ginny was muttering to herself, her head thrown back in abandon as Brogan went down on her. He could feel Harry growing more erratic behind him as he watched them and knew the other man was close. Brogan wanted to bring them both and pushed back against Harry, their bodies slapping together.

"Oh, fuck," Harry muttered, and Brogan did it again, realizing he could control the depth of penetration better that way. He flicked his eyes up at Ginny, and she was watching them, a hungry and predatory look in her eye. Brogan moved one of his hands and slipped two fingers into her, pulling his mouth away. She widened her legs and let her head hang back as he curled his fingers inside of her, rubbing the spongy-like spot inside of her that he knew she enjoyed. She was soon panting and shaking her head, giving herself over to to the feeling.

"Both of you are going to come so hard," Brogan promised and shifted back again against Harry, who whimpered, and then Brogan felt Harry's hands clawing at his back, trying to hold on as his body started to shake. Ginny's wetness soaked his hand, and Brogan knew she was gone – her climax made her skin flush bright red, and she swore, both of their names falling from her lips.

Harry shuddered behind him, and then Brogan felt him let go, the feel of it inside of him making his head spin. Harry pumped into him once and then twice and then finally collapsed against his back. Brogan felt as though every part of him was alive with feeling, and Ginny was already reaching for him, understanding what he needed before he could voice it. Harry gently pulled out of him, sighing and laying back, his hand trailing over him lovingly. Brogan felt the brief flare of magic as Harry used his wandless magic to clean him off, and he smiled gratefully at the other man.

Ginny wasted no time once he turned back around, and she was pushing him back against the wall, lowering herself into his body. Brogan welcomed her into his arms and watched as she raised herself above him, starting to push forward. He took one of her breasts into his mouth, and her hands were lost in his hair. She rode him madly, not bothering to go slow, and Brogan pushed up into her greedily, his body loving her warmth and wetness.

He widened his legs and bent his knees so she could maneuver better, and she shifted her hips, grinding against him. Harry finally joined them, moving behind her and starting to kiss her neck, his hands holding her in place. Ginny raised her hands above her head, completely giving in to the motion, and Harry leaned forward, kissing Brogan, their tongues battling for dominance, as always. Harry smirked at him when he pulled away and looked up at Ginny.

"Merlin, look at her go," Harry murmured and moved up to kiss her. Ginny's eyes flew open in surprise, and she pulled him to her, wrapping her arms around Harry's shoulders. Brogan watched them kiss and felt his body begin to shudder with release. Ginny looked down at him and nodded.

"Yeah, let go, Brogan, just…oh, gods," she whimpered as he shifted his hips upward, knowing he was hitting that spot deep inside of her. She swore, and then he felt her legs tighten around him. Harry held his hand and kept one hand on Ginny to support her, and then Brogan felt her body clench at his as she came. Harry and Ginny both looked at him then, and he felt himself coming, unable to deny it any longer. He pushed upward and then let loose with a string of dirty words, unable to stop himself. Harry chuckled as they all slowed and lowered his head down to him.

"I love it when you do that," the other man said, his eyes sparkling at him. "Such a dirty mouth, who knew?"

Brogan felt himself blush and sighed regretfully as Ginny removed herself, relaxing next to him. Harry lay across them, his eyes bright and full of everything he felt. They all reached for each other, and the power flare crested and made them all moan with the after effect.

"Can we do that again?" Ginny asked, peeking at them from under her hair. "More buggering, please. More buggering for all. That was fantastically sexy."

Brogan laughed. He looked at Harry, who seemed surprisingly at ease and completely relaxed, staring at the ceiling, his hands caressing the both of them. "What do you say, Harry?"

Harry sighed and looked at them. "I think next time, one of us should be making love to Ginny while the other one makes love to him."

"Ooh," Ginny said, sounding as though she approved. "Brilliant idea, Harry."

Brogan sighed happily at the thought and felt a warmth pass through him. He opened his eyes again when Harry touched him.

"Was it…did I do it..er…help me out here, Brogan."

Brogan smiled. "Not that I have any other experience, but it was…brilliant. Different than what I expected, though. I would expect it's sort of like what a girl feels the first time, just…tighter."

Ginny was running her hand up and down his arm and looked up at him. "Did you feel as though you were going to be split wide open, but you didn't really care because it felt brilliant?"

Brogan nodded. "Yeah. Almost exactly that." He met Harry's eyes. "I loved it, Harry. Because it was you. I'm not sure I'd let anyone else do that."

The other man nodded in understanding. "It was different being inside you. And when you started to push back…it…really…made it feel good. Different than being inside, Ginny."

"Oh great, I've been replaced by Brogan's arse," Ginny deadpanned. Harry reached out for her.

"No, never, Gin. Your body is wet and warm and full of sweetness, and I could never not want it. Or not want you."

"I know, I was just teasing," Ginny murmured, kissing him.

Brogan heard himself hum out loud as he put a hand on each of them, letting his fingers get lost in their hair. He let the love he felt for the two of them flow through him, and they both turned to look up at him, their eyes looking a bit glazed. Ginny licked her lips and sat up, pulling her to him.

"Merlin, Brogan, when you do that, I feel it everywhere. It's like…something addictive."

"Yeah," Harry said, joining her, wrapping his arms around them. "It's bloody powerful, and it makes me want you again. Look at me."

They all looked down at Harry's body and laughed as he was already half-hard again. Ginny chuckled as she started stroking him. Harry gently removed her hand.

"It's all right. It'll keep for next time. Let's just…snuggle? I'm feeling sort of…emotionally spent." Harry's green eyes met Brogan's, and he understood what he meant. His body was sore but he knew that would pass eventually. He supposed it would take some time for the emotional ramifications of what they'd just done to fully hit him. Not that Brogan had any regrets. He knew he would gladly offer himself to Harry anytime – to both of them, actually. Whatever they needed.

Ginny smirked at them and shook her head. "Oh, if only the world knew what a lover of snuggles Harry Potter truly is."

"Yes, it's dead embarrassing, really," Brogan said dryly, breaking out of his inner reverie as they arranged themselves. Harry rolled his eyes as Ginny settled in between them.

Harry and Brogan joined hands over her hips, and none of them moved for a long time, just enjoying their closeness. Ginny kissed Brogan's forehead and pushed his hair out of his face, grinning at him. Brogan marveled at her. She lovingly looked at Harry next and rested her head against his as she turned over. Harry murmured her name and then pulled her into his arms. Brogan sighed and scooted closer to them, leaning over Ginny to bury his face into the side of Harry's neck, breathing in the sharp, utterly male scent of him. The entire room smelled of sex and sweat and something undeniably Ginny and undeniably Harry.

"Does this mean we have to get jealous now? Since we're all about breaking the rules?" Ginny wondered after a few moments, and Harry laughed, his body shaking. Brogan sighed, feeling the couple's happiness wrap around him like a glove.

"Oh, I love you two," he murmured, and Harry looked up at him, amusement in his eyes.

"Eh, we feel okay about you too, I think. What do you say, Gin?"

Ginny smiled at him. "I'd say he's definitely stuck with us."

Brogan shook his head and closed his eyes, exhaustion finally working its way through him as he lay back down. The realization that it was morning, and he would probably be expected to be up and functional soon only made him feel more tired.

"Wake me up in when Voldemort's gone, all right? I'm knackered."

Ginny giggled as Harry chuckled, and he felt the bed move. Brogan opened one eye to see what she was laughing at. She'd turned back around to face him and lowered her head to his as Harry got out of the bed.

"Knackered? I'd say you're buggered," she whispered, her eyes full of mirth.

"It's your turn again, so we'll see about that. I think I'll let Harry do the honors this time."

Harry lay back down on the bed, now wearing a tee shirt and a pair of boxers. He wrapped his arms around Ginny.

"Maybe a short nap might be acceptable," Harry said, yawning. Ginny shook her head at them.

"I'll let you two kip here and go get breakfast, I think." The men moaned as she shifted away from them, and after a moment, Harry shrugged, moving closer to Brogan. He turned over and then tugged at Brogan to spoon against him, sighing happily.

"This is honestly the most adorable thing I have ever seen," Ginny said a moment later, looking down at them. Brogan and Harry both raised their heads, and she rolled her eyes at their apparent tired expressions. "Oh, dear. Buggering is an exhausting business, it seems. All right, don't cry to me when all you get to eat is a few leftover pieces of toast."

"Silly woman, as if I would cry over toast," Brogan muttered, and Harry made a half-snorting sound in agreement, and then they were both drifting off to sleep together.

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