Author's Note: Bit of a long one here - my apologies. It's Ginny's birthday in this universe and I felt she needed an extra special one. They all did. Not gonna lie, it's mostly sexy times. There is some slash later, which I probably could have cut but it felt emotionally viable to the overall plot (which is writer speak for I liked the scene too much to cut it, this is fan fiction after all, and I do it for fun, although you wouldn't know it by how much I utterly fret about this story). Please review if you like it - your author has a terrible cold and needs warm fuzzies and internet love from total strangers to make her feel better, apparently. Ta.
Chapter 56: Gifts
Ginny awoke on the dawn of her 17th year in a lovely place indeed. Harry was next to her, his hand protectively thrown across her chest, their legs tangled together. She could feel Brogan on the other side of her, his body curled around hers. Her boys – no, her men, had shown her again how much they appreciated her last night – Round Two, as they had called it, and Ginny felt gloriously happy because of it.
They had given her so much pleasure that even now, her body flushed at remembering. Brogan stirred next to her briefly, his embrace tightening, and she smiled, kissing the top of his head. She looked at Harry and smirked, lightly pushing the fringe off the top of his forehead. Ginny knew without a doubt that already this was the best birthday she'd ever had.
She stretched and then pulled away from them as both men murmured in their sleep. Ginny knew they were worn out, and so she decided to let them sleep. She could shower and perhaps see if her Mum had made her favorite breakfast in honor of her birthday. She grabbed her dressing gown, carelessly tossed on the floor the night before, and slipped it on. Ginny smiled at the two men in the bed again and nudged Harry slightly so that he rolled forward towards Brogan. Their dark heads side by side, she sighed as she took in the sight.
"I'm so lucky," she whispered, and shook her head at herself. She grabbed some clothes and then quietly slipped out of the room, making sure to recast the Do Not Disturb spell and made her way to the shower. She quickly washed her hair, not realizing she was humming until the mirror told her that singing was probably not her forte. Ginny stuck her tongue out at it and then giggled as she looked at herself in the mirror.
She didn't think she looked any different – but she felt different. Ever since Thorn Rose Cottage and Brogan joining with them, something had shifted inside of her. Her parents accepted her as more grown-up now; indeed, they would have to accept her as an actual adult. She could consent to quite a lot now and could quit school even if she wanted. Ginny didn't want, but that didn't mean anything. Of course, with the war with Voldemort coming to a head, finishing school was absolutely the last thought on her mind.
Dropping off her dressing gown at their room and grabbing one of her hair ties to wear her hair back, she smirked at Brogan and Harry, who were now spooned together.
She ran into Hermione in the hallway, and the other girl smiled sleepily at her, pulling her in for a tight hug.
"Happy birthday, Ginny." The other girl murmured, yawning. Ginny laughed at her and pushed her towards to loo so that she could shower and wake up.
The kitchen was blessedly empty when she reached it, although she was sad to know her Mum had not yet started breakfast. Ginny then felt silly and ashamed for thinking it, and started putting together her own birthday breakfast, that if the others were lucky, she might actually save some for them.
She started the bacon first and then started mixing the eggs, throwing in some mushrooms, and fresh dill she found in the cold pantry. She realized she was humming again and decided to just go with it and do it louder. She turned on the wireless radio and started dancing in front of the hob, using her spoon as a drumstick on the pots and pans, pretending to know the words. Which was precisely how Brogan's father found her as he came into the kitchen a few moments later.
"I thought it was Molly in here," he said by way of greeting, and Ginny felt her skin heat.
"Although come to think of it, she usually doesn't have the wireless tuned to a rock station. At least, not this early." Solace gave her a wide grin, and Ginny suddenly saw the family resemblance between father and son. Ginny lowered her spoon and nodded towards the coffee.
"I er, made coffee, and there's tea. I don't know which one you prefer."
Solace went to the coffee, and Ginny held back a grin as she imagined how displeased Brogan would know they had that in common. She noted that he took it black just like his son.
"I hope I didn't wake you with my racket. It's just, it's my birthday, and my Mum usually gets up early and makes me something special, but I thought it was silly to make her do that so…here I am cooking for everyone else." Ginny realized she was rambling and shut her mouth with a snap. Solace merely raised his eyebrow at her.
"Well, happy birthday then, Miss Weasley. And no, I was already up, going over some things I discussed last night with Torin and Lupin. I just wandered in, hoping someone had put the kettle on."
"The eggs are almost done if you'd like some," Ginny said, feeling peculiar as Solace watched her. There was nothing untoward about the man, but she still couldn't help the fact that she just couldn't…place him. Or get a handle on his real personality. She had the idea that Solace Ward could be the evilest man on the planet (well, other than Voldemort), and you'd never know it – he was that charming. Ginny smiled to herself as she remembered the first time they'd met Brogan. Perhaps it was a family trait that both men just seem to give off that first impression.
"They smell heavenly, and I would love some," Solace said now, smiling at her as he drank his coffee. Ginny nodded and spooned two helpings, a few rashers of bacon on each plate, and used her wand to turn the fire under the eggs down so they stayed warm for the others. She glanced at the bread, wondering if they needed toast. She'd forgotten about that bit.
"We can do without the toast. I won't tell on you to the Breakfast Squad," Solace said, following her gaze. Ginny nodded and sat down in front of him as they both tucked into their breakfast.
"Like mother, like daughter, I see," Solace said after they had eaten a bit. "This is delicious."
Ginny shrugged but smiled. "It's just eggs. Mum would die of sheer embarrassment if I fouled those up. She usually gives me a proper fry up, with sausage and white pudding. And, she would have remembered the toast."
"But you wanted to let her sleep. It is an admirable thought." Solace tipped his cup at her and then drank the rest of his coffee. He got up and poured himself another cup and glanced at her.
"So, received any gifts yet for your birthday?"
Ginny finished chewing the bite of eggs she had just put in her mouth and thanked Merlin for small mercies. It was an innocent question, asked in a harmless way, and yet to Ginny, it took all of her formidable willpower not to blush in front of Brogan's father. She took a drink of her tea as he joined her at the table again. She gave a silent cheer to herself when she was able to meet his gaze.
"No, but it's all right. Harry hasn't had time to save the world and go shopping for me."
Solace grinned at her. "That's very understanding of you."
"Besides, he's given me enough in the past to last a hundred birthdays, really. Everyone I love has; I feel fortunate today, and it doesn't matter if I don't receive a thing. We're together, and most of us are still alive, that's the best present I could ask for, really."
Solace nodded. "Yes, in these dark times, it is essential to keep sight of the most important things in life."
Ginny noticed he looked momentarily troubled and looked down at her food again, not wanting to make him self-conscious as they both thought of his son. Solace cleared his throat after a bit, and she looked up at him.
"I'm sure Brogan has or will do his part to make sure you have a happy day, regardless."
Ginny frowned at the older man. There was something in Solace's tone that bothered her. "Brogan is already a tremendous help to Harry and me. He… he keeps us going sometimes. Your son is very loving and giving, and he is a dear friend to the both of us."
"Aye, I am sure he is." Solace's smirk and mocking tone irked her even more – as though he doubted what she'd said.
Ginny pursed her lips. "He's saved my life quite a few times and has helped Harry with his emotions. I don't know why you seem to want to see the worse in him. But we do care about him a great deal."
Ginny didn't realize she had made her hand into a fist until she'd slammed it roughly on the table. They both looked at her hand, and then Ginny withdrew it, feeling embarrassed for her passionate response. Way to keep things cool, you ninny. If he didn't suspect anything going on before, he will now.
"I am glad my son has found such an impassioned defender. And I am glad he has been there to help you. I used to believe he'd grown up too untouched by things to ever really make a connection with anyone. That is the way his mother wanted it, of course. But if he can inspire you to such a defense, then perhaps he has not done as bad as all that. Thank you for breakfast, Miss Weasley. And may you have a lovely birthday."
Solace got up as Hermione, and a very tired looking Ron, came into the kitchen, and Ginny watched the older man leave, not exactly sure what had just happened.
o-o-o-o-o
Ginny took tea and coffee up to Brogan and Harry a little while later. Hermione had offered to finish up the breakfast by making the toast and frying some sausage. Ginny's stomach felt too rumbly to even think of eating anymore, and she frowned to herself as she briefly knocked on the door before opening it.
They were still in bed, of course, but Ginny could tell they were awake. Harry sat up and pulled his glasses on, smiling at her.
"Hey, aren't we supposed to be the ones bringing you things today?"
"And she's showered and dressed," Brogan said wryly, looking at her. "That puts a dampener on our Round Three idea."
"I decided to let you two sleep in since you were both so knackered," she said as she sat next to Harry. He kissed her cheek and rested his head on hers.
"Harry Birthday, Gin."
"Thanks, Harry," she kissed him gently, and then turned to look at Brogan, who she knew was watching her. He reached for the cup of coffee thankfully and took a sip, eyes closing. He sighed as the liquid hit his system. His eyes fluttered open again, and he looked at her.
"What's wrong?"
Harry glanced at him and then at her. "Is there something wrong?"
Brogan kept his eyes on Ginny. "Yeah, but she's trying not to let it bother her."
Ginny sighed. "It is going to be impossible to keep a secret in this relationship of ours, I can tell."
Brogan took another drink of his coffee and quirked his head at her. "Hey, get involved with an Empath, pay the price."
"Also, this," Harry said, his hand reaching under the sheet towards Brogan's lap. After a few touches, the other man blushed and released a slow breath.
"I think we were talking about Ginny and not my…"
Ginny snorted and swatted Harry's hand away. "He's right, Harry. There is something wrong."
Harry sobered, and they book looked at her. She sighed and nodded at them to sit back, and she moved in between them, touching them both. They sighed as the power flared through them, and Harry rested his head on her shoulder.
"What's up birthday girl?" he asked, rubbing her arm.
"Well, I started making breakfast downstairs for everyone, I figured it was time I let my Mum have a birthday off. And your father came in, Brogan."
Brogan went very still next to her and then exhaled. "What did he say?"
"He was actually very charming, but…"
"Yeah, that's him all over…he'll charm your socks off if you let him."
Ginny looked at him and raised her eyebrow. "Like you charmed the pants off of Harry with only a kiss?"
Brogan opened and closed his mouth like a fish for a moment and then gave her a dirty look. "Hilarious. But I fail to see how that is even remotely the same. Aine, remember? Ancient power flowing through us."
Harry chuckled and looked at Brogan. "She's winding you up."
"She's succeeding," Brogan said grumpily. Ginny put her hand on his arm.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way, it's just… you two are a lot alike. I really noticed it this morning. You're both very personable and charming, and yet I think you both hide everything away. You because of being an Empath and him…well, I don't know why he does it."
"He's a git?" Brogan offered, looking defeated.
"He's…evasive. And he puts you at ease and then sort of gets what he wants from you before you realize it, actually," Ginny said to herself, remembering the conversation. She looked at Brogan.
"He was being rude about you, but not…he didn't say anything rude, but his tone irked me, and I set him straight about what a good friend you are to Harry and me and how you've saved my life. He basically got me to admit how much we care about you."
"Well, maybe he was worried that we were, I don't know, using him?" Harry interjected. Ginny nodded as she thought about it – perhaps that had been the real motivation.
Brogan grunted in frustration and ran his hand through his hair. "He could have just asked me. But oh no, let's be underhanded. It's the Solace way. Typical."
"Brogan," Ginny turned and brought his head to hers, cupping his face. "He has a right, as a father, to worry about whether or not this is…real between the three of us. The more I think about it, the more I think Harry is right. It was as though he was trying to gage my…feelings for you. I defended you pretty vehemently, and he seemed impressed. He can have no doubt about the depth of my emotion for you. And I made sure he understood Harry's as well."
"You were that enthusiastic, eh?" Brogan said, finally smiling at her.
Ginny nodded. "Very. I mean, of course, I couldn't very well say, well, you see sir, it's like this, your son has the most amazing co-"
Brogan cut her off as he kissed her, and she grinned at him when they broke apart. They turned and looked at Harry, who shook his head at them.
"Don't look at me. I probably would have started with that bit and worked my way to the emotional stuff later."
Brogan rolled his eyes. "Why is everyone using my body as a joke this morning?"
Ginny licked her lips and gave him a predatory grin. "Well, if you prefer, I could use it as something else."
"It's supposed to be your birthday, remember?" Brogan said, shaking his head.
"Yes, and that means I get whatever I want. Harry?" Ginny turned to him, and he smirked at her. Apparently, he already an inkling about what she wanted in his head. He took Brogan's coffee cup from him and put it down on the ground. Harry sat back and then put his hands behind his head and nodded at her.
"Be my guest, Ginny."
Brogan tried to protest again, but Ginny was having none of it. She forcibly kissed him, and her hand brazenly slipped under the sheets, finding him semi-hard. She smirked into the kiss, realizing he protested way too much for someone who'd already thinking about it. As she pulled back, she noticed his eyes grew a darker shade of blue. He pulled her to him, his hand reaching up to release her hair from its tie. Harry grunted in approval beside them, and she grinned at them as she shook it around her shoulders.
She moved her way down Brogan's body, leaving a trail of kisses along his chest and stomach, tickling his belly button, causing him to twitch and chuckle. When she reached him, he had swelled in her hand, and she smirked at the sight. Glancing up at him to make sure he was watching her, she took him deep into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks. He cursed, and his leg kicked out from underneath her. She glanced over at Harry, who was now looking excited as well. Just as she'd wanted.
"Harry, get on your knees. Over here, love." Ginny nodded next to her, and he moved as she requested.
She lowered her mouth over Brogan again as she took Harry in hand. They were both so hard for her, already. She felt thrilled at the concept, feeling a tightness low in her body. She switched off and started to go down on Harry as her hand continued to work Brogan. Both men were breathing heavily and watching her, and she had never felt so turned on in her life. She realized that a part of her had always wanted this – the both of them – wanting her – needing her. A flare of power pushed her to move her mouth faster, and Harry moaned, his hand coming to rest gently on her head.
Ginny pulled her mouth away and went back to Brogan, causing the other man to swear harshly. She knew he was close and looked up at him, knowing that watching her do them both was turning him on more than anything. She licked her way up his length and then used her free hand to cup him briefly before letting her fingers stray further down. She felt a push of magic over her fingers and realized Harry had cast the lubrication spell for her. She smiled at him in thanks and then pushed into Brogan's body with her finger, and he jerked upward, his legs moving further apart.
Harry gently pushed her hand away from his own body and nodded at her to finish Brogan first. Ginny gave into the sensation, and Brogan was murmuring to himself, dirty words falling from his mouth like a prayer, and she felt his body begin to gather. She pushed in further with her finger, adding a second one, and the taste of his excitement coated her mouth. Back and forth they moved until Brogan pushed upwards and exploded, his hands reaching for her as though he needed something to cling to. Ginny swallowed his release and kept sucking at him, undeterred. He cried out her name, twisting underneath her and sounding wholly done in.
Ginny removed her fingers and pulled away as Brogan let his head hit the back of the headboard, looking completely dazed. His eyes blinked at her so full of love that she felt her own response grow within her. She looked at Harry, who was slowly stroking himself and went to him. He cast the cleansing spell for her and she smiled in thanks. Ginny reached up and kissed him, letting her hands get lost in his hair. She moved her hand down to his body and took over for him as he wrapped his arms around her.
Ginny pushed him back and then took him into her mouth as he relaxed against the headboard. His head was resting on Brogan's, and she felt her body grow heady in response as the two men kissed. Harry moved his hand to Brogan's head and let his fingers get tangled in his hair as their mouths dueled for dominance. They were so utterly beautiful to her – she wished she could make them understand that.
As soon as she thought it, they turned to her, the knowledge on their faces. Ginny felt the connection between them grow even more potent.
"Oh, fuck," Harry whispered as she pushed down his length once more, almost taking him entirely in her mouth. She had never managed to do that before without choking and felt happy she'd succeeded this time. She reached out and held his hips steady, and he thrust up gently, and they found an easy rhythm. Ginny sucked and nibbled and did everything she could think of and knew he was close when his legs bent back.
Brogan started kissing Harry, moving his mouth around his neck, and Harry let his head hit the headboard as though he were in absolute heaven. Ginny caught his eye as she swirled her tongue around his tip and then gently squeezed him. Harry jerked erratically upward, spilling into her mouth, almost against his will. She milked him until he whimpered, and finally pulled her mouth away. The room smelled of sex, and Ginny realized she must look quite the sight as she pushed her hair out of her face. They both reached out for her, and she went to them. They both wrapped their arms around her and nuzzled against her. Ginny sighed happily.
"Thank you, you two, for letting me do that."
Brogan snorted into her hair. "I think we should be thanking you."
"You both just…I love pleasing the both of you so much, you have no idea what it does to me. I'm soaking in these jeans right now. I don't even need to climax. Just loving the both of you…that was the best present."
Brogan and Harry looked at each other and then at her. "You're bonkers, do you know that?" Harry said, grinning at her.
Ginny frowned. "No, I'm serious, Harry."
Harry touched her cheek. "I can tell, Gin. But I get it. I feel it when you're touching us. That's what makes you so…you. I have never known love like that, Gin. But I'm starting to understand it more. I grew up being told to pretend I don't exist, that there was something inherently wrong with me for just being me, but you make me feel so completely whole inside when you love me. You both do."
Harry looked at Brogan, who seemed startled to be included. Ginny shook her head at him, and he blushed as though caught out.
"You're so generous, Ginny. You both are. I'm not sure you two will ever truly get how important that is," Brogan finally said, gazing at both of them.
Ginny stretched and then kissed both of them. "You two should get up, or no matter how many Do Not Disturb spells we cast, my family will come looking for me. There's loads of food down there, too. At least, there was. I did leave Ron down there with only Hermione to keep him from devouring everything in sight."
Harry laughed and got out of bed. "Do I have time for a shower? I feel as though I desperately need one."
Ginny smirked at him. "Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but you do smell quite…" She took a deep breath and grinned at him. "Actually, is it wrong that I think you smell dead sexy?"
"He smells like sex," Brogan chuckled as he too, got out of bed. "Actually, all three of us do." He looked at Ginny and pulled her to him, bringing her to a standing position. "I can especially smell…you. Your arousal. Even through those jeans. Hmm."
"Yeah, Gin, are you sure you don't need us to help you out before we get all presentable?" Harry said, joining them.
Ginny laughed. "What in the world? Now Aine has heightened our sense of smell? You can really smell…me?"
Both men nodded, and she noticed both their sets of eyes had dilated. She shook her head. "We're going to be late to breakfast, aren't we?"
"We'll be quick," Harry murmured, starting to tug her shirt upwards.
"So quick," Brogan nodded and started working on her jeans. Ginny lifted her arms as Harry pulled her shirt off, and his mouth immediately went to her breast, sucking at her nipple through her bra. She held his dark head against her, sighing. Brogan moved behind her, holding her in place, and she felt his mouth moving down her back.
"Oh, Merlin," Ginny whispered, already feeling herself start to feel lightheaded. Maybe she had been too abrupt in claiming she didn't need them.
Brogan reached her backside as Harry's hand slipped under the rim of her knickers, his fingers spreading her and starting to rub her exactly right. Brogan was soon pulling her knickers down as he crouched behind her, and Harry shifted so she could step out of them. Ginny reached behind and unhooked her bra, pulling that off as well. Harry tossed it over his shoulder as he claimed her other breast, his teeth teasing her nipple until it pebbled under his tongue.
She started when she felt Brogan's brief cleansing spell and realized he had moved away to grab his wand. He bent her forward slightly, and soon she felt his breath hot against her bum. She moaned as Harry brought his hand back down to her sex again. He used his other hand to push her legs apart and gazed at her as he stroked her. Ginny shuddered at the look in his eyes and bit her lip as Brogan's tongue found its home, deep inside her. She swooned forward, but Harry caught her, leaning forward to capture her lips.
When Harry pulled away, he smirked at her and she trembled when she saw the look in his eyes. He moved downward and she realized what he was going to do before he did it, and she moaned at the idea.
He looked up at her, his face between her legs. "Yeah, I thought you'd like this."
Brogan gripped her tightly from behind, his tongue still teasing her as Harry moved his mouth to her sex, and Ginny felt her legs begin to shake.
"Oh, my God," she breathed out. She reached out and put her hand in Harry's hair as his tongue licked at her deliciously slow. Not to be outdone, she felt the building pressure of Brogan's tongue against her opening and almost slumped onto the floor as the pleasure broke across her body. Hands, mouths, fingers, each man was doing whatever they could for her and she felt her body start to quake for release. Ginny didn't even know who was doing what to her as she closed her eyes, moaning.
"You're so wet," Harry murmured, pulling away for a moment. "Ginny, you taste bloody amazing."
"Absolutely amazing," Brogan agreed, and she felt them shift. She opened her eyes to find them changing places, and she whimpered when Harry cast the lubrication spell, his finger sliding into her as Brogan's tongue swirled around her, picking up where Harry had left off.
She heard someone mumbling and realized it was her, her body now positively buzzing towards release. Harry kept one finger in her arse and then moved his other hand lower, fingering her. He was pumping in and out of her as Brogan sucked her clit into his mouth, and Ginny was lost – completely and utterly throwing herself into the feeling. She was glad one of them was holding her firmly as her release came screaming out of her, and she hoped to hell Harry had cast a silencing spell.
But the men were not done with her, and she cried as they refused to let her rest. Harry pulled away, and Brogan pushed her back until she fell on the bed. He pushed her legs up and put his head back down, eating her out as though his life depended on it. Harry leaned over her and kissed her, gently touching her face.
"I love you so much," he murmured, and then he palmed her breasts, moving his mouth back down. His tongue was gentle and attentive and it was as though there was a line between the two places on her body that they were loving and it snapped tight as she arched off the bed. Ginny saw stars as she closed her eyes, not quite believing her body was so close again, so soon.
She twisted upwards, her climax hitting her unexpectedly, and she felt as though she had exploded into Brogan's mouth. She looked down, and he gazed up at her, continuing to lick at her as Harry moved from breast to breast, tasting each one. Ginny had to rest, she had to – her heart was beating so fast now – it was too much. But her body had other ideas as she felt herself tremble again and it shocked her that the low keening she'd been hearing was nothing but her own voice begging for more.
As her third climax overtook her, she panted out their names. They were killing her, didn't they realize? She felt her orgasm sweep through her, coming from deep within her body. And everything was bright light and pure sensation, and she was like a bundle of raw nerves underneath them.
"Fuck," she finally managed, her voice hoarse from screaming. Harry and Brogan took the hint and finally moved away. She felt Harry's head against her chest and wrapped her arms around him, full of love for him as he held her back. Brogan crawled up alongside them and gave her a tender smile, moving her hair out of her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
"Merlin, you look so utterly beautiful right now," he murmured, and Harry lifted his head, squinting.
"I bet she looks utterly shagged out," he said, and she watched him look for his glasses. Finally, he found them and slipped them on, laying down next to her. He nodded at her. "Yep, shagged out. But always beautiful."
"You've both killed me," she whispered, not trusting her voice not to crack. "That was absolutely inspired."
Harry grinned at her and nodded at Brogan. "His idea, but I quickly agreed and wanted to put it into action."
Ginny laughed, which turned into a groan as she moved. It wasn't painful exactly, but her body protested a bit too much for her liking. Brogan whispered something against her skin, and she soon felt soothed. His hand rested her over mound, cupping it.
"Just lie still and let the spell relax the muscles."
"Who knew too many orgasms could make you sore," Ginny murmured. The feeling of being raw persisted and she tried not to move for the moment.
"Did Round Three overdo it?" Harry asked, sounding concerned.
"Hmm, sometimes it can happen," Brogan said. "Or, er, that's what I've read. Never experienced it myself." He flashed an impertinent grin at her.
Ginny snorted and rolled her eyes. Thanks to his spell, she was starting to feel less tender. "Honestly, I felt like I was going to have a heart attack there for a moment. You two are both far too efficient with getting me off."
Harry grinned as cheekily as Brogan had, and she closed her eyes, shaking her head. There would be no living with them now, she knew. Both men simply held her for a long time, and then Harry slipped away first, throwing his dressing gown on.
"I'd better shower first. Brogan takes too long to do his hair."
Ginny laughed as Brogan tsked at the other man. "I do not. It's not my fault mine doesn't stand up fashionably in the back and look great after a barely a comb through. Some of us have to work for our gorgeous looks."
Ginny giggled as Harry threw a pillow at him. "Shut it. All right, I'll be back in a few. Don't fall asleep or anything."
"No promises," Ginny said as she turned and snuggled against Brogan. She heard the door open and close as Harry left. Ginny sighed, resting her head on Brogan's chest.
"Thank you," she murmured, and Brogan looked down at her.
"For what?"
Ginny paused and tried to think of what she wanted to say and then shrugged. "Thank you for being you. And for giving me the most amazing birthday present."
"Multiple orgasms? It's the latest hot gift in these days of weary wartime. Just wait and see what we have planned for Christmas."
Ginny snickered. "No, you git, although yes, thank you for those. I just meant, for everything. Everything you do day in and day out. For loving me."
"It's easy to love you," Brogan whispered and kissed her. "It's easy to love both of you."
Ginny lolled against him and was unsurprised to feel him stir against her leg. She looked down and smiled. "I can tell."
Brogan blushed. "It's just because of the friction and…what we did before. It'll keep. No, Ginny…you don't have to."
She reached down and touched him, smiling up at him. "I know I don't have to, but I want to."
"I'm not sure I have much left in me, to be honest. My body is still recovering from the last mind-blowing experience you gave me."
"You came a lot," Ginny agreed, remembering. "Was it because I, er, was stimulating you the other way?"
Brogan nodded, sighing as she changed her hand movements. He bit his lip and swallowed roughly. "Yeah, I think, yeah, oh."
Ginny shifted and pushed his legs apart, getting a better handle on him. He shook his head at her, his skin flushing. She used her mouth to coat her fingers as well as she could and then moved her other hand to his backside, finding what she was looking for without too much trouble. Brogan's breath hitched as she stroked him and slowly prodded at his opening with the tip of her finger. His eyes closed as she kissed him and then flew open wide as she penetrated him.
"Come for me," she murmured. "Just for me, Brogan."
He grunted and shifted, and she stroked him faster, running her hand around the tip of his body. She watched his face as he looked back at her, and Ginny had never felt so open with him before. She added another finger, and he swore, eyes flashing, which made her smile. He shook his head at her and bent forward, kissing her.
"I've created a monster with you, I think," he panted, breathing harder now.
"I want to see you when you come. I never get to enjoy it the way I want to when it's the three of us."
He nodded in understanding, and their eyes met as she felt his body tighten – she knew he was close and bit her lip, drinking him in – the way his hair fell over his right side, the crystal blue shade of his eyes as he looked at her, always warming to darker blue. If Harry's eyes were the forest than Brogan's were the ocean, equally as vast and engaging to her.
Ginny had always thought that Harry was the most beautiful thing in the world, but at that moment, she knew Brogan was giving that idea a run for its money. He was wide open in front of her, and she watched his emotions as they traveled across his face. She could feel them. He trusted her and absolutely loved her, she knew it. And it was powerful, but she knew she was beginning to feel the same towards him. Their friendship – always touched with wanting from him and uncertainty from her had coalesced in this - this beautiful, fragile thing between them. Ginny felt privileged to enjoy it.
"Gin," Brogan whimpered as she stroked him faster.
"What do you need?" she asked.
"Talk to me," he pleaded. "Tell me…"
"I want you so much, Brogan, you're so sexy to me. I love touching you, do you like where my finger is? Do you want another? I want to fuck you and be fucked by you, and I want to hear call out my name when you come –"
Brogan's eyes shuttered closed, as though savoring her words, and she felt him climax in her hand, the warm, slick fluid coating her fingers. She continued to finger him, and he jerked forward, moaning, and she finally stopped, slowing her movements. She waited until he opened his eyes again, and she brought the hand that had been stroking him up to her mouth, licking the taste of him off of her hand.
"God, that's hot. You're so brilliant, you always know exactly what I need," he said, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
She smiled against his mouth and then pulled back. "Thank you for that. Your face, your eyes, they're so…expressive."
Brogan merely shook his head and rested against her. She wrapped her arms around him and held him. Harry found them like that when he returned from his shower and smirked at them.
"Well, I knew I couldn't leave the two of you together, naked and not expect something."
Ginny grinned lazily up at him. "We had a moment."
She realized Brogan was hiding his face from Harry and frowned at him. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Brogan finally moved his head and looked sheepish. "I er, was afraid Harry would be mad at us."
"Idiot," Harry said, running his hand through the other man's hair. Brogan met Harry's eyes shyly, and Ginny shook her head.
"You amaze me, Brogan. All the things that we've done, and you stare at us like it's the first time."
"I like that he does that," Harry said softly and kissed the other man. When they broke apart, he smiled at Brogan. "I'm not mad. Okay?"
Brogan nodded and then looked sheepishly at Ginny as though in apology. She kissed him, as well. She pushed at him.
"Now go, go and be quick about it. I'm starting to get hungry again."
He grabbed his dressing gown and then paused at the door, smiling at them. "I love you two."
Harry and Ginny shared a look as Brogan left, and she sat up, tugging her boyfriend towards her. "Hmm, and I love clean Harry."
"I know you do. In fact, I left the back of my neck wet just for you."
Ginny grinned. "Another present? Why, Harry, you're spoiling me."
"You noticed!"
"Hmm, I've noticed quite a few things about you this morning," Ginny said huskily, and Harry kissed her until they were both laying on the bed again. Ginny smiled at him. "I may never leave this bed if we keep this up."
Harry chuckled. "Sounds like a plan to me. But you're probably right, they'd come looking for us eventually."
"I thanked Brogan, but I'm thanking you, too. You're brilliant."
Harry smiled at her. "You deserve all of it. We had a serious talk about it and everything. You're our Ginny, and we'd both be lost without you. I know I'd definitely be less happy. Less naked all the time, too."
Ginny giggled and rested her head against his shoulder. "Oh, Harry. I love you."
Harry nuzzled her and took her hand into his and they sat there for a brief moment. His thumb traced over her ring and Ginny felt her heart fill. She sighed when she had to pull away.
"Guess I can't put it off any longer. Could you collect my clothes for me, please? I don't know where you tossed my bra."
Harry grinned and started handing her clothes back to her. Soon she was fully dressed again, although at this point she wondered if she should forgo wearing knickers altogether. Ginny was just doing something to tame her hair back into shape when Brogan came back to the room.
"I think Fred and George are cooking up a prank for your birthday, Ginny. I heard them snickering about something. And your Mum was looking for you. I told her you were up early and fell asleep again."
"She didn't ask how you knew that, what with staying in your own room, of course?"
Brogan smiled at her. "I said Hermione told me."
Ginny nodded. "Pretty clever thinking."
"Well, are we ready, finally?" Harry asked, coming to stand behind her, looking into the mirror over her shoulder.
"Ready as I'll ever be to face my family while turning 17."
"Well, at least with this birthday, I can feel less like a depraved older man," Brogan added as they started to leave the room.
Ginny laughed. "You know, you're right. I never really think about you being older than us, but you are. You old pervert."
"Thanks, a lot," Brogan said, giving her a lopsided grin.
"I feel ancient half the time and way older than 17 myself, so it balances out," Harry added, and Ginny turned to look at him.
"What do you mean?"
Harry shrugged as they made their way downstairs. "Just with everything I've been through and will eventually go through in the future…I don't know. Nothing about my life has ever been normal. Or carefree."
"Yeah, I reckon we have grown up a lot this last year," Ginny mused, mostly to herself.
"Happy Birthday!" Fred and George's voices rang out as Ginny entered the kitchen, and she had the good sense to duck out of pure instinct. Unfortunately, this meant it was Brogan who got the face full of whipped cream.
"Bugger!" Fred and George said together. Ginny couldn't help it, she giggled and reached up to wipe some of the cream off Brogan's face.
"Feeling any younger yet?" she asked, sticking her tongue out at him. Harry laughed behind them and looked at Fred and George.
"Nice one, you guys."
"Er, sorry, Brogan," Fred said, handing him a towel. Brogan raised his hand and used his wand instead. The whipped cream went flying across the table towards the twins and dangled in the air over their heads. George had a look on his face that was pure acceptance of his fate – Fred, however, seemed disturbed.
"Hey, hang on," Fred said now. "That's not on –"
The whipped cream flopped down over him in one fluid motion of Brogan's arm, and Ginny laughed.
"That's what you get, brother!"
"Harry didn't try to hurt us with cream," Fred mumbled.
Harry raised his eyebrow at the twins. "I remained clean and dry. I think Brogan earned the right to get you back."
"Yeah, sorry fellows, but he's right. Also, I think that was probably a much nicer retaliation than what Ginny would have done," Brogan said, smirking at the twins.
Just then, Kath and her father, and Ginny's mum and dad entered the kitchen.
"What's all this?" her mother asked, looking at Fred and George, a knowing look on her face. "The two of you tried to play a trick on your sister, didn't you? Fred! Clean that off and get your sister whatever she wants. George, you serve Harry and Brogan."
"Yes, Mum," both men said as they cleaned each other off with their wands like Brogan had done. Ginny's father came over to them and hugged her.
"Happy birthday, daughter! I'm sorry it's not much, but it's all we had time for."
"Oh, Dad! You two didn't have to get me anything!" Ginny couldn't help but smile as he put a rectangle-shaped box into her hands. It was gaily wrapped with red and gold wrapping paper and had a huge muggle-style bow taped to it, which she knew had to have been done by her father especially.
Kath greeted them as she laughed at Fred and George. "Good morning, you three! And happy birthday, Ginny!"
"Thanks, Kath," Ginny said, smiling. Looking at the table, she nodded as Fred put a plate of food down for her. "Join us, won't you? Fred, would you get Kath a plate of food, as well?"
"I'll do it! I know what she likes," George said from the stove, and Ginny shook her head. Brogan and Harry sat together on the other side of Ginny.
Kath smiled warmly at Ginny. "He thinks he does, but he doesn't."
"Oh, I know," Ginny said, smirking at George. She watched as he suavely tried to serve Kath her plate and caught Harry and Brogan's eye. Brogan shook his head, and Harry just started eating.
Since she'd had eggs earlier, she hadn't expected to be hungry, but since the three of them had become distracted in the bedroom, Ginny realized she was famished again. She happily tucked into her plate as well.
"Thank you for making eggs earlier, dear," her Mum said to her now, smiling at her. "It was nice to have something to eat before I started cooking for the masses."
"No problem, Mum. I thought you could use a birthday off."
"My daughter, you're so…oh, come here, Ginny." Her mother started to sniffle, and Ginny had to resist the urge to roll her eyes to her brothers.
Her mother pulled her in for a tight hug. "You're so grown up. I feel like it was just yesterday that you were running alongside the train as Ron left for Hogwarts, crying to go with him."
"Mum," Ginny said, willing her not to launch into what would probably be an embarrassing story. She saw Brogan grin at her from the table and shook her head.
"I remember that too!" Fred exclaimed, his eyes taking on a vicious glint. "She ran after the train, crying. And she was talking all about Harry Potter. Could she go see him? Could she go meet him? That morning started the lifelong obsession of one Ginny Weasley towards one Mr Harry Potter."
"Yeah, Harry, what did you do to our sister to impress her so? Did you steal a kiss, way back then? Cast a love spell?" George joked, laughing.
"Don't be silly, George, wouldn't have mattered too much if he had," Fred piped in, laughing.
"Just enough for Ginny to go ga-ga over him for years, though," George joked back.
Ginny felt her face heat, and she pulled away from their mother, her hands going to her hips in an eerily similar appearance that both twins seemed to notice too late.
"Listen, you two –" Ginny began as she grabbed her wand from her under her shirt sleeve, but Harry cut her off.
"Ginny was absolutely fascinating to me back then. She was just sad to see her family leaving her. She loved you guys, in case that slipped your minds, and she hated to see you leave. You even promised to send her a Hogwarts toilet seat, George, so shut it. I'd never had a family before or at least never had one that was loving with each other, and to watch how you all were with each other was one of my first memories of her, and I'll not have you two tarnish it by taking the piss." Harry stopped and then looked guiltily at Ginny's parents. "Er, sorry, for the language."
"Perfectly all right, Harry, given the circumstances," her father said, resting a hand on Harry's shoulder. He gazed at his two older sons and frowned. "Perhaps you two should go and get ready for your mission later. This kitchen has apparently become an unfriendly place for you."
Fred and George looked chastised and looked at Ginny.
"Sorry, Sis," Fred said, his cheeks filling with color.
"Yeah, sorry," George agreed, nodding his head quickly. "And er, sorry, Harry."
"Just don't pick on Ginny for something that is one of the reasons I love her, you gits."
Ginny blinked at Harry, feeling her eyes water. Her father smiled at her and then moved off to get his own plate of food. Her mother squeezed her arm and then started yelling at the twins to get moving. Ginny sat back down and turned to Harry, smiling.
"That was quite a mouthful," she said.
"Well, they were acting stupid," Harry said, glaring at the twins as they left. "It's your birthday, and they should be nice."
"It was brilliant," Ginny said, turning his face towards hers. His eyes softened, and she kissed him briefly. She felt Brogan too, as he moved closer to Harry so that he could connect with them. She sighed and glanced at him to let him know she'd noticed.
"Well, birthday's sure are emotional occasions around here," Kath said next to her, and Ginny nodded at the other woman.
"With this family, anything goes, Kath."
"I've noticed," Kath said, shaking her head. "George keeps thinking he impresses me by being a git, but it's not working."
Ginny shrugged. "He is a git, first and foremost, but he's also a lot nicer than Fred, most of time. He's the good twin. Although, to be fair, Fred is often funnier."
She heard Brogan snort and turned to look down the table at him. "He is," she insisted. "I think Fred's heart is in there somewhere, too, though. Oh, the big dolts. I can't stay too mad at them. Hang on." Ginny got up and went to see where they had got to. She had noticed her father saying they had a mission later, and she didn't want anyone leaving the house with bad feelings still in the air between them.
She found the twins on the stairs, and she paused, staring at them. Fred looked away first, as though embarrassed. "I just wanted to say good luck, for later and…I'm not really mad at you. I love you two idiots."
"We love you, too," George said.
"And we didn't mean anything. Harry just got all shirty," Fred grumbled.
"Yeah, since when do you let someone else fight your battles for you?" George asked her after he'd hugged her.
"George," Fred warned, but Ginny shushed him and looked at her brother.
"Let's get this straight, he's not fighting my battles, he's standing up for me. I was ready to take you on, in case you hadn't noticed."
"Yeah, I think I prefer Harry's way, really," Fred said, nodding at George.
Ginny pointed a finger at George. "Kath thinks you're a git, by the way, so listen to me. Start acting like an adult, if you want to woo her. She's not impressed by the stunts you pull. If you really fancy her, George, then let her know. Be a man, not a boy."
George pulled his head back as though she'd pushed him, but she hadn't. He sighed and shook his head.
"When did my baby sister become such a bloody grown-up?"
"It's a shame, really," Fred agreed, and they both looked sad. Ginny threw her hands up in frustration.
"I tried, Merlin knows why, but I tried. You'd best stay out of my way, or I will hex you, mission later or not."
"We're only teasing, Ginny," Fred said in a brief serious moment. "You have grown up too much if you can't tell that anymore."
"Yeah, sis, we're just…you know, keeping you down to earth."
"We heard Harry really likes that about you," Fred said, eyes wide. Ginny snorted despite herself and hugged them both.
"You two idiots are going to give Mum a grey hair one of these days."
"Ah, but you're assuming she doesn't have them now," George said, winking.
Ginny said goodbye to them and then headed back to the kitchen. She found Brogan and Harry waiting for her, drinking more tea and coffee. Harry used his hand to lift the warming spell he'd put on the rest of her food.
"Aw, thanks, Harry. You are useful sometimes."
"Thanks. Did you straighten them out?"
Ginny nodded. "I did. Where did everyone else go?"
"Your Mum mentioned something about going to the Ministry to see Percy, your father is going with her, and Kath said she was helping her father with some brewing. We haven't seen anyone else. I don't know where Ron and Hermione are."
"Everyone will probably show up tonight for the birthday feast," Brogan said. He nodded at her present, still sitting on the table. "Are you going to save it or open it now?"
"Hmm, I think I'll wait or…now, what the hell…" Ginny pulled the box to her. With a big grin at both of them, she tore the wrapping off the box in one quick movement.
"I think we should have got her an actual gift," Brogan murmured to Harry. "That was downright scary to watch."
"But strangely arousing, too," Harry chuckled. Ginny stuck her tongue out at them. She assumed her parents had bought her a new set of robes or something like that, so she wasn't expecting the beautiful muggle-style dress she pulled out of the container. She felt her mouth fall open in wonder as she stared at it. It was simply…beautiful.
Brogan let out a low whistle. "Wow, that's nice."
"Nice? It's gorgeous!" Ginny said, jumping up and holding the dress against her. And it was – it was very mature, and she knew how hard it must have been for her mother to buy it – the cut was exquisite, with a low scoop in the back and a long slit up the side. And it was the prettiest shade of lavender…reminding her of something else. She met Harry's eyes and knew he remembered, too. He stood up and touched the material rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.
"It's almost the exact same shade," Harry said a wistful smile on his face.
"Almost exact same shade as what?" Brogan asked.
Ginny felt her skin heat, but not from embarrassment. "When Harry and I…well, when we got together, I was wearing a dress I'd made that was a similar color."
"She looked like a goddess," Harry said, turning towards the other man. "I wish you could have seen her. She practically floated."
"Harry!" Ginny said, shaking her head. "I looked nice, that's all."
"Nice, my arse, you looked bloody amazing." Harry insisted. "And I loved that color on you."
"Well, it looks like I get to recreate that moment later," Ginny said, putting the dress back into the box. "I wonder if that wardrobe of your father's that gives us whatever we need has a nice pair of court shoes I can borrow. The taller, the better, I think, to better showcase this dress."
"Ugh," Harry said as he abruptly sat down as though the wind had been knocked out of him. Ginny glanced at him.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
Harry licked his lips and gave her what could only be described as a lecherous grin. "Court shoes, you say? Oh, Brogan, we are in for a quite the night later."
Ginny laughed and put her hand on Harry's back. "Very funny."
Brogan raised his eyebrow at them. "Am I missing some fabulous sex story that involves court shoes?"
"You could say that," Ginny said, remembering Christmas at the Abbey. "I was wearing a pair when Harry proposed to me. They're sort of his weakness if I have stockings and garters on."
"You remember the sofa that was in the main room at the Abbey?" Harry asked the other man, grinning. "Over it, on it, next to it. All in one night. She was bloody fantastic in those shoes."
"Oh, well, wow," Brogan said, his eyes widening as he thought about it. "Should I run out now and get a ring, or will you just accept my troth right here and now?"
"Oh, shut it, you," Ginny said, laughing.
"And her legs, Brogan, God, they went on forever-" Ginny leaned down and kissed Harry. He smiled back at her when she pulled away.
"I thought you were a breast man, Harry," Ginny said, winking at him.
He grinned. "I'm just a Ginny Weasley-man."
"Amen to that," Brogan mumbled next to them, and she shook her head. Honestly. Men. They were just so… silly.
"You two have had me every which way, and you're getting all hot and bothered by the idea of this dress and some high-heeled shoes?"
The two men looked at each other and then nodded their heads at her. Ginny sighed, she would never truly understand the male mind. And that was okay, she reckoned. Sometimes it was good to be a girl. Like tonight, when she put her dress on and got to tease them and drive them crazy all night, in front of everyone. Of course, she'd have to do it slyly. But Ginny was Fred and George's little sister; being sly was in her blood, and she'd also learned from them what not to do. She grinned at Harry and Brogan. Oh, she was going to have fun.
o-o-o-o-o
True to what Brogan had said earlier, practically everyone they knew had arrived for the Birthday feast. Harry watched Ginny moving through the crowd and held back a grin. His Ginny – social butterfly. Well, he reckoned it was good as least one of them enjoyed meeting and greeting people. His eyes lingered on her bare back – that dress was truly spectacular. She looked so much older in it, the way it emphasized her curves, the long slit that exposed her leg as she walked…Harry's mouth watered at the thought. She had worn her hair up tonight, too, her exposed neck doing funny things to his insides as he watched her.
Harry glanced across the way at Brogan, who was talking to Torin and Kath and smiled. Brogan appeared fully invested in whatever they were talking about but Harry knew his eyes were on Ginny, too. He could sense the other man's desire quite keenly.
"Oh, Harry, Ginny looks lovely tonight, doesn't she?" Hermione said, joining him. Ron soon appeared on Harry's other side.
"Yeah, gotta say, my sister cleans up well."
Hermione shared a look with Harry. "High praise, Ron."
"What? She's my sister! I can't say she looks hot or anything. Ew. And Harry better not say it either." Ron gave Harry a furtive look. Harry grinned at his friend.
"Sorry, no can do, Ron. Ginny looks bloody amazing and later tonight I'm going to-"
"Harry!" Ron exclaimed covering his ears and walking away, shaking his head. Harry and Hermione both laughed and watched him. Hermione nudged him with her arm.
"What were you really going to say?"
"I was going to say tonight I'm going to kiss her chastely on the lips and then retire to my bedchamber where I can read long into the night, since Ginny and I are both still virgins and have never even seen each other without a shirt on."
Hermione snorted. "Oh, I would have loved to have seen his reaction to that."
"Yeah," Harry chuckled. "Me too. I prepared it ahead of time and everything."
Hermione rested her head on Harry's shoulder. "I'm glad we're having a get together tonight. Having it be Ginny's birthday just makes it more special. I was talking to Lupin earlier and he says Voldemort's gone utterly quiet at the school. They're still there, but no one goes in or out. I'm glad we got those students back, Harry."
His friend shuddered at the thought and Harry put his drink down and put his arm around her. Yes, news on the Voldemort front had been sadly lacking, and Lupin had told him much the same. In fact, they hadn't even had an Order meeting lately. Harry wondered briefly why that was.
The sound of music filled the air and Solace Ward smiled at everyone, using his wand to create a small dance floor in front of the wireless. Harry groaned softly and Hermione looked at him.
"Harry?"
"Ginny's going to want me to dance."
Hermione smiled and quirked her head. "Too late, she's already grabbed Brogan."
Harry looked and indeed saw his two favorite people dancing together. He had flare of a strange emotion as he watched them – maybe it was a twinge of jealousy or a twinge of insecurity – he didn't know, but Brogan and Ginny looked good together and for the first time he could really appreciate that fact.
"She looks better with you, have no fear," Hermione's said, giving him a small smile. "Come on, Harry. Dance with your old friend and let's give them something to really talk about." She held out her hand and Harry took it, shaking his head.
"Except I stink as a dancer, Hermione," he said as she pulled him to the dance floor. Ginny and Brogan smiled at them as they joined them.
"Shh," Hermione whispered. "Let your mind go and your body will follow, or something like that. Don't look down, Harry, look up."
Harry eventually got used to dancing with Hermione. Ginny winked at him as they drew near the other couple.
"Should I be worried?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at them. Harry made a face at her. Brogan laughed and then looked at Ginny.
"Why don't we swap, Harry. Ginny was just telling me she needed her feet stepped on."
"Oh, ha ha, very funny," Harry said as they switched partners. Hermione laughed as Brogan started to dance with her and Harry saw Ron narrow his eyes as they passed him.
"He better watch it or Ron's going to hit him," Harry said to Ginny, pulling her closer. She smiled.
"Oh, Hermione will hex him if he does. I think I know which one my brother fears most."
They finished the dance and then other people started to dance as well and Harry led Ginny off the dance floor. Harry noticed Brogan had somehow got tricked into dancing with Tonks.
"Poor blighter, his feet will never be the same," Ron said as he and Hermione joined them. Harry suddenly had an idea where Brogan had got his new partner from.
"She dances fine with Remus," Harry said, watching as his old professor tapped Brogan on the shoulder to cut in.
"Yeah, well, dancing with Tonks is like dancing with you," Ron said, and Harry narrowed his eyes at his best mate.
"I mean, that's what I hear, anyway," Ron said, backing up, a grin twitching on his face. "I'm sure it's just ballroom gossip."
"Ron, really!" Hermione said, but Harry could tell she was trying to hold in a giggle.
"All right, I'm total bullocks at dancing, yes, yes, so funny."
"What's so funny?" Brogan asked as he joined them. Harry looked at his friends.
"My friends, they're bloody hilarious."
Ginny tsked at him and hugged him. "I think you dance fine, Harry. Remember how you danced at the Abbey for my Christmas present?" Ginny looked at Ron and Hermione. "He was very graceful and he danced with Mum, which tickled her to no end. And he didn't step on anyone's foot, so shut it you, two."
"Ginny, my hero and defender," Harry said, laughing at her.
Ron and Hermione nodded very solemnly at Ginny, but Harry could tell they were not impressed. Oh well, he could be a tosser at dancing. That's what they had Brogan for, apparently. Harry felt better off the dance floor, anyway.
Harry, Brogan and Ginny stood off to the side and smiled at each other. Harry wondered how long they'd have to be at the party. He had ideas for Ginny that didn't involve dancing. As if reading her mind, she turned to him and made to go past him, but stopped short, stealing a quick kiss. She moved her mouth up to his ear, her breath teasing him.
"Tell Brogan to meet us upstairs, in that little room he found. And Harry? I'm not wearing any knickers. But I've got the stockings and the garters and oh, hmm, you can guess the rest."
Harry took a deep breath as she turned and walked away, his eyes traveling down to her backside. Brogan moved closer to him and nonchalantly lowered his head slightly, so he could speak quietly.
"What was that about?"he murmured, having felt Harry's instant reaction to her words.
"She's not wearing any knickers, and she said we should meet her upstairs in that little room you found."
"Oh," Brogan said, sounding as though that had stumped him as well. Harry shared a glance with him and saw two bright spots of color appear on the other man's cheeks.
"Stop blushing," Harry advised him. "I'll go up first."
Brogan nodded, looking away and Harry saw the color on his face fade slightly. Harry made sure to stop and talk to at least three people, wanting to appear as though not in a hurry. Mrs Weasley pulled him in for a hug right before he reached the stairs, and he almost felt bad for what he was about to go do to her daughter. Almost. But not quite.
He finally made his escape and hurried up the three flights of stairs, to the small hidden bolt-hole they'd been in before. When he got there he was surprised to find that Ginny had conjured up some candles, casting the room in a soft romantic glow. She'd also made it bigger and transfigured something into a large soft pillow.
"I was going to be naked already, but I thought one of you might enjoy undressing me," she said from the pillow, the candlelight making her hair look like fire. Harry swallowed roughly.
"Good plan," he said and came into the room, bowing his head. He lowered himself to the pillow and touched her leg.
"Have trouble getting away?" She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with warmth.
"No, but your Mum cornered me and hugged me to death. Don't think she knows I'm about to plunder her daughter six ways to Sunday, do you?"
Ginny giggled. They both turned when they heard a noise behind them and Brogan banged his head on the low ceiling.
"And I'm supposed to be the ungraceful one?" Harry wondered out loud. Brogan was rubbing his head as he lowered himself down. He looked around them and smiled at Ginny.
"Gin, the candlelight really makes you look absolutely brilliant."
"Thank you, Brogan,"Ginny said, blushing.
"She was going to be naked," Harry said, nodding his head. "But she said she wanted one of us to do it."
"Oh, I see," Brogan said, raising his eyebrow. "And what's this about no knickers? You naughty girl." He moved forward to kiss her but turned to Harry instead, frowning slightly.
"Are you all right?"
Harry blinked at him. "I think so?"
"Harry," Ginny said, also turning towards him, and touching him. "You were jealous when you saw us dancing together!"
Harry swore and understood what Ginny had meant earlier about no one having any secrets anymore.
"Okay, I was, a bit. You two just look so…fantastic together. I..er, it made me insecure for a moment. A tiny, tiny moment."
"But it wasn't like that," Ginny said. "It wasn't even romantic, I just was standing by him when the music started and he asked."
"Yeah, Harry. I just thought she might enjoy a twirl around the floor in her new dress, that's all." Brogan said earnestly.
Harry raised his hands. "I know, I know. It was just an odd moment and I wasn't really jealous per se, just… I felt left out."
Ginny smiled at him. "Can you imagine everyone's faces if the three of us had danced together?"
Brogan shook his head. "I don't even want to think about my father's expression."
"Think about me," Harry said. "I'd have Ron glowering at me."
The three of the held hands for a moment, and Harry felt silly for his earlier insecurity. Brogan looked at Ginny.
"So, this no knickers thing…"
Harry chuckled. "Show him, Gin, and hell, show me, too. You've been teasing us all night."
Ginny stood up and Harry noticed the room wasn't too short for her. She winked at him as though reading his thoughts and looked at the pair of them.
"So, this dress, it's quite nice, isn't it?" She moved slightly to the left so the slit on the side flashed a bit of leg at them. Harry nodded.
"And these shoes make me just a little bit taller, but not too tall," she continued holding her leg out so they could appreciate the full view. Harry had to admit they were smashing heels, showing off the remarkable shape of her legs.
"And from the back," She paused as Brogan swallowed loudly. "The back is oh, so, low, isn't it?" She winked at them over her shoulder, and Harry felt his trousers starting to tighten a bit as he also noticed how round it made her bum look. Round and quite…fetching.
Ginny turned back around and ran her hands over her body, leaning forward slightly so they caught a hint of her cleavage. She lingered and made sure they had a good look.
"We're dead men, aren't we?" Brogan whispered to him, and Harry could only nod. Ginny smirked at them.
"It is my birthday but instead of getting presents, I think I want to actually be the present and unwrap myself for you two." Ginny said, her eyes growing darker in the light of the candles. She reached up to touch the top of her head and with a flick of her hand, her soft, gorgeous hair was tumbling around her fiery red waves. Harry sucked in a deep breath, feeling his heart start to beat faster.
"I want to thank you two for giving one of the best days of my life," Ginny said softly, looking at each of them. She brought her eyes back to Harry and she gave him a tender smile. With slow, precise movements she removed one strap of the dress and then the other, holding it to her body with her other hand. The air in the tiny room seemed to spark and crackle with anticipation, and Harry glanced at Brogan, whose mouth was hanging slightly open as he gazed at her. Harry smiled at Ginny. She had them both in the palm of her hand and she knew it. She gave Harry her fierce look and then winked at him as she let the dress drop to the floor.
"Oh, Merlin," Brogan muttered next to him. Harry, for his part, felt all of his breath just vanish. She had somehow fashioned her under things to match the dress color perfectly and her breasts looked magnificent in the top part of the gear, kit, whatever it was called, Harry didn't know and didn't much care. His eyes traveled downward over her stomach and then to the bushy patch of her sex, which was indeed knicker-less. Attached to the top part were what Harry assumed were the garters, those he remembered from before, and he licked his lips as his eyes took in the shapely form of her legs in the dark stockings.
"You're already wet," Brogan murmured next to him and Harry brought his eyes back up to her middle, seeing the tale tell signs of her arousal. The idea of her walking around downstairs like that made his insides start to hum. Harry wanted her, he wanted her now.
Both men moved at the same time, and Ginny threw her head back and laughed as they pulled her down to them.
"Now, come on, boys, there's only one of me, but there's enough to go around, surely."
"Why didn't you transfigure a bloody sofa," Harry murmured, kissing her shoulder. Brogan's head had already started moving down towards her breast.
"Why? What would we do with one of those?" Ginny asked slyly, her eye brow rising. Harry shook his head at her.
"We'd take turns flipping you over its side and taking you so hard that you wouldn't be able to walk straight," Harry hissed moving his mouth to her neck.
"For days," Brogan murmured. "She wouldn't be able to walk for days."
"I do like the way you two think," Ginny said, grinning. "Harry? Do you think you could conjure a sofa?"
Currently, at the moment, Harry thought he could conjure an entire household of furniture. He kissed her and flung his hand toward the corner, where a bold, red sofa appeared. With soft and plushy sides.
"Nice one, Harry," Brogan said, smiling.
"Who's first?" Harry asked, starting to get undressed. Ginny clicked her tongue at him.
"I reckon it should be you, since you're so eager,"she said.
"Too right, I am," Harry said, stalking toward her on his hands and knees. Ginny grinned and then stood up, backing away. He frowned at first and then watched as she went over to the sofa and wiggled her bum in the air as she lay across the arm. She winked at him over her shoulder.
"Well, come on then. Don't keep a girl waiting."
Harry growled and hurried over to her, leaving his trousers on and simply unzipped and removed himself. He was already slick with wanting her and wasted no time as he positioned himself behind her. He touched her briefly, but he knew she was already ready and that she wanted him as much as he needed her. He slid inside of her and cursed – she was so warm – so wet – so everything Harry needed and wanted. Harry curved himself over her, roughly beginning to thrust.
"Hmm, harder," Ginny moaned, and he complied, grabbing onto her hips as he pushed in. He watched as her body shook underneath the power of his momentum and already felt his body begin to let go.
"I'm not going to last," Harry muttered, already feeling regret. Ginny held out her hand and Brogan joined them. Their connection opened, and Harry grunted as what Brogan was feeling pushed through him. Harry looked at him and lifted his head and Brogan was kissing him, holding his head gruffly in his hands. It seemed as though they all wanted things rough tonight.
"Oh, God," Ginny moaned, pushing back against Harry, her legs almost coming off the ground as he moved forward again.
"Do you like that?" Harry whispered, his mouth on her back, shifting deeper into her.
"You know I do," she whispered back, her brown eyes meeting his as he thrust again.
"When I'm done, do you want him to take you?"
She nodded and swallowed roughly, the need clear in her gaze. Harry closed his eyes, concentrating, thrilling at her desires. He opened his eyes and looked at Brogan, who was stroking himself as he watched, his hand still linked with Ginny's. Harry pumped erratically into her, bringing his hand up to playfully slap her bum. She shimmied with delight and he pulled her body against his again and again, the noise of it making him even more excited. Harry ground roughly into her and Ginny moaned in pleasure, encouraging him. He felt his body begin to let go as he practically pounded into her. It was too soon, but he didn't think Ginny minded. Harry shook as he came, feeling as though something had been stripped away from him. He had never been that rough with Ginny before but she had called out his name as he'd come, not sounding upset in the slightest. But still, he needed to make sure.
"Gin, Gin, Gin," he whispered leaning down to her face, brushing her hair back. She blinked at him, her eyes blazing wide with lust. She seemed to understand what he was asking without him having to ask it and nodded her head. Her eyes flitted to Brogan, who had moved behind him and he knew what she wanted.
He turned to Brogan and pulled him in for a kiss, their mouths battling as usual. Brogan gripped him and then pulled back, a question on his face. Harry nodded. "She wants you and she wants it hard."
Harry sat back to watch as Brogan bent down to kiss her and then moved behind her. Ginny pushed back impatiently, and Harry almost laughed. He watched as the other man spread her legs out more and tilted her forward until her feet left the ground. She let out a surprising 'oomph' noise which soon turned to a moan of pleasure as he entered her in one quick push.
"Ughngh," Ginny muttered, bracing herself with her hands. Brogan gripped her higher up on her torso which Harry realized gave him better ability to thrust. Back and forth he went, his head down in concentration as he set a steady pace. Harry finally moved behind them and moved his hand down over Brogan's backside. He quickly cast the cleansing spell and then the lubrication spell and he slowly moved his fingers into the sweet spot of Brogan's body. The other man swore as Harry penetrated him and Ginny was starting to moan incoherently, and Harry knew she was close.
She mumbled their names, sounding almost depraved and Brogan was thrusting with all he had. Harry added a second finger and watched them, feeling himself start to harden again. They worked in tandem – Brogan would thrust as Harry moved his fingers and there was a strange, but lovely sort of symmetry to it.
Ginny was crying out, her legs kicking back and Harry barely missed getting hit by one of her feet. She practically screamed as she came, and Harry felt the convulsions along Brogan's body as he too climaxed, pushing himself into her one last time. Harry pumped his finger in and out until Brogan whimpered under him, and Harry wrapped an arm around them both, loving them.
He eventually collapsed on the sofa next to Ginny, casting the cleansing spell again and she half-raised her head to look at him. She reached out and he took her hand, squeezing it tightly. Brogan gazed at them from Ginny's back, his eyes wide.
"That was the single most intense orgasm of my life," Brogan muttered. He looked down at Ginny. "How are you, love?"
"Hmmm." Ginny just moaned, and Harry nodded at the other man to tell him that was Ginny-speak for being absolutely okay. Brogan shifted and removed himself from her, causing her to sob suddenly. Harry made a shushing noise, and with Brogan's help, they got her into a sitting position next to him. He pulled her into his arms, burying his head in her hair, breathing in the deep, flowery scent of her. He loved her so much.
"You are the most amazing, brilliant woman on the planet and I am so glad you are mine," Harry murmured.
Ginny moaned and quieted as Brogan joined them, wrapping around her on the other side. Harry reached out and held his hand and they all shuddered as their connection flared and then settled again. Harry felt his heartbeat returning to normal, but he knew he still wanted more of them. Both of them.
Ginny eventually stirred and started moving to get her clothes, much to Harry's dismay. She glanced at him, a half-smile on her face.
"One of us has to make an appearance."
"But it's your birthday," Harry said.
"Exactly, and my family hasn't even had the cake yet. Hermione is running interference for us but I'm fairly sure she can only do that for so long. This little couch activity took longer than I thought. Not that I'm complaining, you were both brilliant."
Harry started to move too, but she stopped him, kissing him. "No, stay for a bit. You two can enjoy the room a bit longer." Her eyes met his, full of humor. "I'll just tell everyone you're braiding Brogan's hair."
The other man, who had not been moving, still slumped up against Harry, snorted at that remark and blinked at them. "That'll just make my reputation soar, I'm sure."
Ginny rested her head against Harry's. "You have my permission to enjoy yourselves. As long as you tell me all about it later."
"But-" Harry began, tugging on one of the curls of her hair and Ginny kissed him, her hand straying down to his middle where he was still clearly interested in doing things. Harry broke the kiss and cursed at his body. Ginny smirked at him.
He watched as she slipped her dress on and then pulled a strand of her hair through her fingers, frowning.
"Oh well, everyone will just have to deal with my hair no longer being classically elegant. I'll tell them it was bothering me."
"Tell them we practiced the braiding on your first," Brogan said, looking more alert as he realized she was leaving.
Ginny giggled and raised her eyebrow at him. "I might just do that." She blew a kiss at the both of them and then she was gone, slipping out the door. Harry sighed, already missing her. But he did note with a bit of male pride that she wobbled a bit as she'd walked away from them.
"It's okay, Harry. We can just get dressed and head down, too," Brogan said, starting to move. Harry put out a hand and stopped him, turning his head to gaze at the other man.
"Do you really want to head down now?" Harry finally asked as they looked at each other.
Brogan licked his lips and two bright spot appeared on his cheeks. "Er, don't you want to?"
Harry searched his feelings and realized that no, he actually didn't want. He looked at Brogan and smiled. "Come here."
Brogan grinned back at him and dropped his clothes on the ground and scooted closer. They kissed, tentative at first, and then as usual each of them started trying to claim dominance over the other. A little while later, Harry broke the kiss first, to breathe in some much needed air and smiled at Brogan.
"Do you think we could ever just kiss and not make it such an exercise of will?"
Brogan chuckled. "I can't help it, when you kiss me, I just want all of you."
"Hmm," Harry murmured, and started kissing the other man's neck. His half-arousal had bloomed into full-blown during their kissing and he wanted…well, Harry wasn't sure what he wanted. But there was a need, he felt, for something that maybe he couldn't put into words exactly. He looked at Brogan.
"I really want you," Harry said softly, hoping the other man would understand. Brogan nodded and then sat back on the sofa.
"You can have me, I mean, you do have me, already, but…you can take me like you took Ginny. I don't mind if its rough."
Harry shook his head. "Ginny and I have done it that way a few times, but we don't make a rule of it. I was actually rougher than I thought I was going to be. I was worried…well, not during it, but after."
"She absolutely loved it and you know she did."
Harry nodded. No, Ginny had definitely not been complaining.
"We can do it while we're facing each other," Brogan said softly, reaching for him. Harry felt a thrill at his words and then smiled.
"I'm really going to have to read more books on the subject one of these days."
Brogan chuckled, his voice deep and Harry shivered in response. The other man looked a him, his eyes tender. "I'm really sorry you felt left out when she and I danced. I wasn't thinking."
"No, it's…" Harry swallowed. "It's stupid, really. You must feel it all the time when we're in public and and Ginny and I are touching each other and people don't blink an eye."
Brogan shrugged and pulled him into his arms, starting to remove the rest of Harry's clothes. When they were both finally naked, Harry was breathing heavy, feeling all sorts of needs coursing through him. He looked at Brogan.
"Which one of us…that is, I mean…"
"Which one of gets to be the bottom?" Brogan asked with a smile.
Harry nodded. "Neither one of us is really that submissive."
Brogan chuckled. "I'm a wee bit more than you are, I reckon." He shifted on the sofa and sat back, bringing his legs up, his body at half-attention. Harry reached forward and started stroking him. They gazed at each other and Harry felt a strong surge of intimacy with the other man that made his head spin. Brogan smiled lazily at him and looked as sexy as Harry had ever seen him.
"Get over here and fuck me already, Harry."
Harry shuddered at the tone in his voice and moved so that he was in front of him on the sofa. Brogan reached up and took him into his hand.
"Merlin, you're so hard."
Harry bit back a soft mewl of desire as Brogan closed his mouth over him. Brogan kept his eyes on Harry's and Harry trembled at the utterly stripped bare desire he saw in the other man's eyes. There was no doubt between them. Brogan reluctantly pulled away as soon as Harry's body started to grow full with desire and nodded up at him. "Cast the lubrication spell."
Harry did so as Brogan pulled his legs up high on the sofa, and then reached for him, guiding him forward. Harry braced himself, with both hands on either side of him and then lowered his hips, his body rubbing against Brogan's. The other man sucked in a breath and lay his head back against the sofa, watching him. Harry knew without a doubt that Ginny was the most beautiful to him when he took her like this – face to face, but Brogan was something else entirely. Perhaps it was the closeness the position allowed them, but Harry felt his heart fill with emotion as he slowly pushed his way inside the other man. The lubrication spell made them both feel everything quite intensely. They both released a deep breath as he was finally all the way in. God, it was tight. Brogan's eyes were wild and dark as he looked at him and he reached up to Harry, kissing him. He moved his mouth up to Harry's ear, his breath hot.
"You feel so good inside me, Harry. So thick and full. Just do whatever you want, go fast, go slow, just fuck me, make me yours completely."
"I don't want to hurt you," Harry admitted, trembling, feeling his control beginning to slip. He felt Brogan clench around him and grunted. He brought his head up and gazed at the other man, seeing acceptance on his face and, more than that, he saw that Brogan needed it. Needed him. Harry felt as though something opened up inside of him as Brogan moved his hands down to his hips, tugging at him to start moving.
"You won't," Brogan promised.
Harry started thrusting, tentative at first, getting used to the sensation. He brought his hand down to Brogan's body and started stroking him as he moved. Brogan swore, but kept his eyes on his, biting his lip as his body adjusted to Harry's. Harry started moving a bit faster and Brogan whispered his name, his hands tightening on Harry's body in approval.
"You like that?" Harry asked, feeling more confident. Brogan nodded and shifted so that Harry could slide in even deeper. Harry shuddered, feeling so close already. He wanted to last as long as he could. It felt so good, what they were doing. Brogan's body was so taut around his and Harry realized he wanted to make the other man scream out his name if he could.
He shifted his hips, moving faster now, recklessly pounding into him and Brogan's eyes shuttered closed, a low moan escaping his lips. Harry stopped stroking him and selfishly used both hands to lift Brogan's legs, pushing them back as far as they could go. Just so he could feel more – to completely penetrate the other man.
"Fuck!" Brogan exclaimed his eyes opening as Harry went even deeper. Their faces were inches apart and Harry ran his tongue along the other man's neck, nipping at his skin and licking at the salty-sweet taste of him. So different from how Ginny tasted and yet also just as delicious.
"Talk to me," Harry said as he pulled his head up, his eyes meeting Brogan's. "Don't close you eyes, look at me, watch me…love you. I want to hear you, your voice turns me on."
Harry wasn't even sure he was making sense but Brogan grunted and nodded, his hands painfully gripping Harry by the hips again. Harry swore as Brogan's body clenched around him, making it feel even more sublime. The two of them stared at each and with each thrust Harry saw the reaction on the other man's face and felt an indescribable sensation.
"Harry," Brogan murmured. "Yes, like that, deeper, so deep, oh, that feels amazing. Do it harder, is that what you want to hear?"
Harry pushed all the way in and paused, his body trembling. He kissed Brogan, biting his lips slightly, tightening the grip he had on his legs. He felt Brogan push forward and the other man let out an utterly abandoned noise as Harry started to thrust again.
"Oh God, so hard, yeah, fuck me, Harry, God, so tight…" Brogan was rambling now, and Harry didn't care. His voice did turn him on and pushed him along even further. They were both breathing heavily and moaning and Harry knew he was going to come very soon. He pushed Brogan's legs back as far as they would go and pulled almost all the way out before pushing fully back into the other man and Brogan panted loudly, shifting upwards to meet his thrust. A roar of pure release filled the room and Harry wasn't which one of them had cried out.
Harry felt his climax begin from deep inside him and he didn't even realize he was shouting until his throat gave a painful whinge from the strain. Brogan looked up at him, eyes wide with desire and yes, full of love, and then Harry was just gone – pumping into him until he could no longer move. It took all his willpower not to collapse onto the other man. His heart was beating so fast that Harry understood what Ginny had meant earlier about them almost giving her a heart attack. Brogan's hand was on his chest and he was arching up, capturing Harry's mouth in a blistering kiss.
"I love you," Brogan said, touching his back. "It's okay, relax. I'm okay, in fact, I'm fucking brilliant."
Harry nodded, unable to get his throat to work and pulled out of him, releasing his legs. He noticed Brogan was still hard and without thinking he lowered himself down to his knees in front of him and took him into his mouth. Brogan swore and lay back against the sofa, his hand straying to Harry's hair.
Harry pulled his glasses off and tossed them behind him so he could really move in close. Harry tried to remember what he enjoyed when Ginny went down on him and tried it now. He was rewarded by Brogan whispering his name and thrusting upwards. It didn't take long for him to come and Harry resisted the urge to pull away, wanting to know what it was like – how it felt to take all of it – he swallowed roughly and was even more impressed that Ginny managed to do that almost every time. He lay his head against Brogan's thigh and they were both still, with Brogan's fingers still moving gently through his hair.
Harry's knees eventually complained and he sat up, moving next to Brogan on the sofa. The other man smiled at him and wrapped himself around him. Harry looked down at him, feeling wonder. He felt as though something had changed between them, or no, maybe it was just something inside him. He loved Ginny more than anything, but this…with Brogan, Harry felt as though he was a different version of himself. Some secret dark part of Harry thrilled at taking the other man like he had. He had been rough and hadn't cared and it had been good. He couldn't imagine ever feeling that exposed with her. He would feel too guilty if he hurt Ginny. Harry frowned as he thought of it.
"You still love us both, don't worry," Brogan mumbled, bringing his head up to look at him. "There is no one or the other, it's just…you and me and you and her and the three of us, together and apart. We can all be different with each other. You're not betraying what you feel for her. And you're not a freak for liking it rough."
"How did you-"
Brogan put his hand over Harry's chest. "I know this heart. And maybe you should talk to Ginny a bit more about being more dominant with her and not just when she's wearing court shoes."
Harry felt startled and then laughed. He looked at Brogan as he sobered."I think sometimes I mostly hold back because I'm afraid I'll hurt her. We've done it rough a few times and it was some of the best…but afterwards, I just always feel so guilty."
"But you feel okay possibly hurting me? Not that you did. Much." Brogan winced as he shifted on the sofa.
"Your er, backside?" Harry asked, feeling his skin heat as he thought of the pounding he had just given the other man.
"No, more so my legs. I think I honestly felt at one point that I didn't care if you broke them and let you push them back too much. You're quite commanding, Harry. You get this look on your face that must be obeyed."
Harry felt deeply ashamed and didn't look up until Brogan touched his face. "I'm not complaining. You were magnificent. You fuck magnificently. Male or female."
Harry felt himself blush but smirked after a moment. He sobered when he thought of Ginny. "Ginny once said, well,…do you remember when Sioda masqueraded as her and we er, she basically is got me into a bed before I realized it wasn't Ginny…"
"I didn't know it had gone that far, but I sort of…well, I think I felt it when it happened, between you and Ginny, the aftermath."
"Yeah, Sioda was…commanding, too, to use your word," Harry paused and looked at him. "And she bit me, rather hard and…Ginny was upset because she thought I liked it. She thought I liked being hurt and it wasn't that really…I never told Ginny this, but part of me only liked it because it meant I could hurt Sioda back. I don't mean actually hurt, not really. Just. You know. Be entirely rough. To not hold back or be in control of myself."
Harry stopped himself, thinking about it. He sighed in frustration. "Oh, God, there is no clever way to discuss this, is there? What's wrong with me that part of me likes what we did more than anything, Brogan? I loved it because I felt like I didn't have to hold back with you. Sometimes I feel like I can't…I can't do that with her. Am I being unfaithful? In my heart?"
Brogan sighed and pulled Harry to him, kissing him gently. "It means you're human. And you're just wired a certain way. You are always in control, Harry. With your power, your feelings, your very being. I can understand the appeal of just…giving into that and letting go. Have you and Ginny ever…well, you said you had that book to teach you. Have you guys ever role-played or…used anything else?"
"We've tied each other up. That's how we discovered my wandless magic. She er, bound my hands. And I've bound her too and…it was good," Harry admitted, remembering. He shook his head. "I can't believe that doesn't even embarrass me now. When I had to tell Dumbledore how my wandless magic manifested, I wanted the floor to swallow me whole."
Brogan laughed. "I can imagine. Although I kind of always got the sense that Dumbledore was more understanding about things like this, like you and me, more than you would think."
Harry shook his head. "Brogan, I do not want to know."
"Yeah, that is a mental image, isn't it? Of course, I'm fairly sure Dumbledore wasn't always old."
"You would think I would be more submissive, actually, if you think about it," Harry mused out loud after a moment. "I mean, letting someone else be in control sort of…has its appeal as well."
Brogan smiled at him. "Do you think you could let me do to you what you just did to me?"
Harry thought about it. He had allowed Brogan and Ginny to penetrate him in various ways. But to be completely taken? He glanced at the other man.
"Honestly, I don't know. I'm not…against it entirely, but…"
"You like being the top," Brogan said sagely. "I get it. Considering you're my first ever bloke as a partner and let's be honest here, you're probably going to be the only bloke I have as a partner, I'm okay with being whatever you need me to be. So, I am a bit more submissive than you."
"You're not though, I mean, okay, evidence to the contrary of what just happened, but I like to think of it as you being diplomatic. You like to please people, too. And you especially like to please me and Ginny both."
"That I do," Brogan said softly, his eyes sparkling at him. "You two are quite easy to please though, I have to admit. And I guess I finally understand what Ginny meant earlier about how pleasuring us is almost as good as actually coming, for her. You didn't need to finish me off earlier, I would have been fine without it just by being with you."
"I couldn't do that," Harry said, frowning. "It wouldn't be right to leave you…like that."
Brogan smiled. "That's what makes you a great partner, Harry. You did it without me even having to ask. Remember that if you start to feel guilty again for doing what you needed. You're the same way with Ginny, I've seen you."
Harry thought about everything they'd talked about, feeling as though he had learned something about himself. He glanced at the other man, feeling thankful for his insight.
"We should get dressed and head back down, shouldn't we?" Harry sighed and yawned.
"We need to include Ginny in this discussion soon. I won't…that is…I don't want to come between you two in any way. I think you may find that she is more receptive to the idea of repeating what we did tonight more than you think."
Harry started separating their clothes and pulled his boxers on and then his trousers. He considered what Brogan had said and decided that he had a point. It didn't feel right to Harry to keep anything from her.
"I have to admit I noticed she was walking a bit…wobbly, earlier. Is it wrong that it filled me with some sort weird male pride? To know I helped that happen?"
Brogan grinned. "Yeah, I noticed that too, and no, I think it is completely normal."
"You felt it too, huh?" Harry asked, laughing. "We actually did it so hard she couldn't walk straight." The more Harry thought about it, the more funny it seemed to him.
Brogan didn't answer but merely shook his head at him, also laughing. After they were both dressed, he came over to Harry and pushed Harry's hair off his face, smiling. "Let's not tell her this part of the conversation, okay?"
"Yeah, I'm not sure she'd quite understand or, at least, why it was so funny to us."
Brogan 'hummed' under his breath and kissed him. He sighed when he pulled away. "You're just …I can't believe I'm saying this but, you're too adorable sometimes, Harry."
"Adorable? Really, Brogan?"
The other man laughed and ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah, I know. Terrible word. But handsome doesn't feel right, even though you are, quite handsome, actually, but…I hesitate to say you're cute."
Harry snorted as he waved his wand over the room, bringing it back to rights. He already missed the sofa.
"You and Ginny always tell me I don't get how attractive I am but honestly, I'm just me. Two eyes, one nose, one mouth, fairly clear skin, I'll grant you that, and terrible hair. See? Just Harry."
Brogan touched his face. "Your eyes are extremely expressive, and an amazing color. Your nose is quite fitting for your face, your lips are full and plump and they go a lovely shade of red after you've been kissed too often and your hair is absolutely your best and most secret weapon."
"Oh, yeah, right," Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Can't wait to use it against Voldemort. And anyway, I'm not the one all the girl's have a crush on. You're extremely easy on the eyes too, you know, Brogan. If I didn't want to get into your trousers so often myself, I'd be downright jealous. In fact, I have been jealous of you."
Brogan blushed as he laughed. "I look like my father, I reckon, although I think my eyes are my Mum's. And the best thing about my face."
Harry shook his head. "People used to say that about me! You don't really look that much like your father, you know. Your eyes and demeanor are warmer, for one thing, and your smile is…it's contagious. When you smile my heart just feels lighter. I can't believe I'm having this conversation with another man. God, let's just start naming off all our bad parts."
"Or let's just admit we're both two fine examples of manhood and move on, shall we?"
They continued talking on the way down the stairs, only breaking apart when they approached the main hallway.
"Should we go in together?" Harry asked as they stopped. Brogan shrugged.
"Maybe not. I'll go use the loo and join you in a few. Less 'we were just up there shagging our brains out and more 'hey, fancy meeting you here,'."
Harry snorted and watched him duck into the loo they'd just passed. Unfortunately, it was time to return to the normal world. Well, at least there'd be cake.
o-o-o-o-o
Ginny came back from her late night shower to find Harry sitting happily on the bed, his hand on his stomach and two empty cake plates next to him. She shook her head as Brogan glanced up from the book he'd been reading. She sat down at Harry's feet and removed the towel she'd put around her head to keep it dry.
Harry opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Good shower?"
"Good cake?"
Harry's grin grew. "It was. I don't even know how your Mum made a treacle cake, but she did. And it was glorious."
Ginny snorted as she tucked her feet under her. She looked at Brogan. "You didn't want yours?"
"I had some. But it made him so happy to devour the second plate."
"Oh, shut it," Harry said, closing his eyes again and sighing.
"So…" Ginny said, laying on her side. "How was your time without me?"
She noticed that Brogan's cheeks blushed and amazingly, so did Harry's. She watched as they exchanged a glance and she raised her eyebrow at them.
"That good, huh?"
Brogan sighed and closed his book and gave Harry an expectant look. Harry pursed his lips and looked at the both of them.
"Can't we sleep on it? I'm knackered."
"Yes, having sex all day tends to do that, but you're not worming your way out of this. Tell me," Ginny said.
"Harry has something he'd like to er suggest or, explain at any rate," Brogan said after it became obvious Harry wasn't going to say anything.
Ginny smirked. "Let me guess…" she paused at looked at her boyfriend, who had a wary look in his eye, his skin looking flushed. He almost looked…guilty. Ginny thought about it and then gave Harry a little smile. "You and Brogan got very into it and you did things that you think you can't do with me for some reason, and so now you feel awkward about it. Not with each other, no, but with me."
Harry's mouth fell open, and Brogan merely gave her an appraising look. He looked at Harry and murmured 'told you'.
"Gin, how do you even…what-"
"I know you, Harry. And you weren't satisfied earlier. I saw that look in your eye. You call me fierce but you have never seen the look you get when you are really turned on. It makes my fierceness pale in comparison."
Harry merely stared in wonder at her as Brogan chuckled. Ginny sighed and moved forward, to sit in between them. She touched them both. "So, who did what?"
"Harry was very commanding," Brogan said, a smile twitching around his lips. Ginny smirked.
"I'm sure he was. Was a bit rough, too, I bet. He likes that."
"Are you two going to talk as though I'm not even here?" Harry finally asked, sounding put out. Ginny turned her head to kiss him briefly.
"I know you like it rough, Harry. I know you hold yourself back sometimes. I'm your lover. And I know you. More than you think. Now I could choose to be hurt by the fact that you feel as though you can't be your real self with me or I can be happy for you that you've decided to embrace your wants and needs a bit more. I'm choosing the later so that maybe one day you feel secure enough to know that I won't judge you or deny you what you want."
Harry's eyes softened as he looked at her. "I know you wouldn't judge me for anything, Gin. It's not about that. I trust you, I love you, I just…don't want to ever hurt you. Not even with your okay."
"But you can pound Brogan into a sofa with absolutely no problem?" Behind her, Brogan snorted.
Harry let his head fall back and hit the wall. "It's…he's a bloke." As though that explained it. Ginny suddenly bristled at his words.
"Harry Potter, you are a sexist jerk."
"What? No, I'm not!"
"You're treating me different because I'm a girl. You think I can't take it!"
"Hey!" Brogan said, put his hand between them. He pulled Ginny back and held her, and she suddenly felt calmer and less angry. "Everyone calm down."
Harry narrowed his eyes at them but didn't say anything and Ginny could tell he was trying very hard not to say something stupid. She reached out for his hand, trying to make amends.
"Sorry, love."
But Harry apparently was having none of it and had decided to embrace his stupidity.
"You mean you'd be okay with me flinging you over that chair over there and taking you so hard you might black out?" Harry challenged, clearly still annoyed with her.
Ginny looked at the desk chair and frowned. "Well, no, that chair looks awfully uncomfortable and too short, really. We could try the desk, although I thought you said you were tired?"
"This isn't a joke, Ginny," Harry said testily.
"I'm not laughing, Harry," she retorted back, pulling away from Brogan. She pushed her finger into Harry's chest, her anger finally winning out.
"I have done absolutely everything you have ever wanted, Harry. All you had to do was ask. If you wanted our sex life to be more exciting then you should have said so. Don't put it all on me that you think I'm some gentle flower who can't take the real you. What a bunch of utter bull. I have known you almost your entire life, you stupid git, well, for the last seven at least, and I know what gets you off and I know when you want to be loving and tender and yeah, sometimes I adore that, too. But it's not all I like and if you think that you can even begin to comprehend what I want, then you have another think coming. I let Brogan put his cock in my arse, Harry. And you know what? I loved it. Did that even cross your mind that I would like that? Did you even consider it? Or did you just assume I was doing it because you wanted me to? Do you honestly think I'm that much of a wet noodle that I'd just let anyone do anything to me out of…obligation to you?"
Ginny realized she was talking rather loudly and breathing heavily. She looked away from both of them and got off the bed, walking across the room. She breathed in and out, trying to keep herself from flying off the handle even more.
She heard someone move off the bed, but didn't turn around. She sighed as Harry lowered his head to her shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, and his voice sounded very lost to her. She turned and saw that his eyes were wet. She glanced behind to see Brogan give her an encouraging nod.
"Why are you sorry?" Ginny challenged, wanting this to be out in the open for once and for all.
"I'm sorry for not telling you things…for assuming certain things because you're a girl. You're right, it is my thing and not yours. I love you so much that the idea of hurting you, even during the excitement of it all, keeps me from being truly open with you. I'm an idiot, Gin, what else can I say? You were right. I was treating the two of you differently in my mind. Tonight…tonight opened up a part of me I never wanted to acknowledge. I loved taking him, being rough, not caring about if I was doing it too hard or..whatever. And I never once thought our sex life was boring or not exciting enough. You say you know me and yet you throw something like that at me and it isn't fair."
Ginny bit her lip and then touched his face. "We have to be open with each other. About everything, Harry. Even who we prefer to be with."
"Now just a minute," Brogan said, getting up and joining them. "Ginny, being with you touches me, and Harry, God, I can't even…what you do to me. But I will remove myself from this little…whatever this is of ours if I am coming between you. I can't…I couldn't live with myself if you two started to resent each other because of me."
"No," Ginny said first, pulling him closer. "You have not brought anything out that wasn't there to begin with. I have always said that Harry could have me any way he wanted me. And he has always argued with me but now, now I think he is beginning to understand it. And maybe he isn't comfortable enough with that part of him that likes it. At least, not when it comes to me."
Harry swore under his breath and shook his head at her. "You drive me nuts. I am not going to pick one of you over the other. I am marrying you, Ginny. And you, you handsome git, I don't care if we need to move to Antarctica after this is all done just to be together out in the open."
"It's too cold in Antarctica," Ginny said, frowning.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because that was the most important part of what I just said."
Ginny smiled at him, feeling her good mood returning. "I always focus on the essentials, Harry. First and foremost."
"And the next time we do it, if the mood strikes, I will be rough, if I want to be. I don't want to hide things from you. And you," Harry said, looking at Brogan. "I hope you're ready, too. This evening was nothing."
Ginny watched as Brogan's face heated and he swallowed hard before nodding his head. Ginny looked at Harry's intensity and thought that their time in the little room must have been very eye-opening indeed. She shivered as she imagined an unrestrained Harry taking her and he turned his eyes to her, the heat in them almost searing her where she stood.
"Well," she breathed out after a moment. "I thought I was tired, but…er, if you feel so inclined to show me this new you tonight, go right ahead."
Harry looked tempted for a moment, his green eyes darkening. But then he shook his head. "No, it'll keep. Trust me, it'll keep."
Ginny nodded and the three of them returned to bed. Brogan doused the lights and they all settled in next to each other. She sighed and rested her head on Harry's chest as Brogan spooned her from behind.
"We love you," he whispered. And she nodded, humming softly. She raised her head and looked at Harry, who was watching her in the semi-darkness, his expression unreadable. She reached over and kissed him, her hand lingering on his chest. He joined his fingers with hers and she knew they would eventually be all right again.
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