Author's Note: Yet another chapter of smutty, emotional things. Plot things are coming up, promise.

And I would just like to add here that if you are concerned with the story and the way it is being told, just stop reading. You don't need to let me know, you don't need to tell me all the things I'm doing wrong. This is my story and I am telling it the best way I know how.

Of course, I appreciate hearing that people like it. And I love talking about it with people, but I am getting tired of having to defend it and I wasn't sure this chapter was ever going to see the light of day, to be honest. Yes, that's right, I almost gave up and quit publishing. I'm not a paid professional here, I'm just a girl who likes to write and who likes Harry Potter. I do not profess to be the best or even one of the great writers of the fandom. I'm sorry if you think it's meandering or that you want more plot than smut right now. There is a reason for all of these emotional, shippy things taking place. And I will tell this story at my own damn pace. You can either respect that or let the door hit your arse on the way out.

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Chapter 61: Tricky Things, Relationships

Once they were back at the flat in London and thoroughly inspected by Mrs Weasley as no worse for wear, it was decided that Harry, Ginny, and Brogan would return to Dumbledore's library the following week. To continue on with the books they were not allowed to bring back with them. Hermione seemed keen to go, as well. But it was Ron who came up with the idea that perhaps they should just move into the residence for a bit to save on the hassle.

The three of them looked at each other, and Harry felt a little silly that while they had all thought about it, none of them had seriously considered it to be an option. But Lupin appeared to warm to the idea, and surprisingly, Ron again came to the rescue and convinced his Mum it would be okay. Ron had simply stated it would be 'safer staying in one place' than having to 'pop back and forth'.

Now they were packing for a longer stay, and Harry was starting to worry about the severe lack of clothes he would have at the end of this war. He had lost more jeans throughout their many lodgings than he could count, and he blamed his lack of shirts on Ginny's blatant pilfering.

He looked at Brogan. "Do you think that special wardrobe in the girl's room would give me some clothes?"

Brogan glanced at him as he was folding one of his jumpers. "Fancy wearing a short skirt at the library? I have to say, it'd be an interesting, if inspired, choice. You don't exactly have the legs for it, though."

Harry pursed his lips. "Funny. I meant, do you think if I wanted new clothes for me, would it work?"

"You don't have enough clothes?"

"Not anymore. Ginny steals my shirts, and I've lost quite a few other items with all our moving and escaping places in the dead of night. It's getting a bit spare."

"Hmm," Brogan came over and looked into his bag. "I can loan you some of mine. We can shrink them a bit to fit you. I mean, we're not that different in size, really. I'm a bit bigger, that's all."

Ginny came in the open doorway just then, hearing the tail end of the conversation and stopped, giving them an odd look. "What are you two discussing?"

Harry smirked at her, knowing her mind well. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

She shook her head at them and gave them a cool look in response. "Fine, don't tell me. But if you're comparing what I think you were comparing, I will try to resist from saying, 'how terribly male of you.'"

Brogan chuckled. "We were talking about Harry's dwindling supplies of clothes, and I offered some of mine."

Ginny frowned. "Oh. That's a boring response. But let me see, Harry." She came over and looked into his bag. "You're right, you have lost more than a few things, haven't you? Hmm. I'm fairly sure it wasn't part of some master plan to make you run around starkers all the time. At least, I don't think so," she said as she looked coyly at Brogan, who shook his head and went back to his own packing.

"Do you think your wardrobe would be able to um, give me some new ones?" Harry asked her.

"I don't see why not. Hermione's over there now, she'll show you how to use it."

Harry went across the hall, knocking on the door as he reached it, not wanting to walk in on anything Hermione and Ron may or may not be doing.

"Come in," he heard Hermione call out, and he entered, seeing her reading on the bed. She looked up and smiled. "Harry! I wanted to talk to you, good."

"Are you all packed already?" Harry asked, looking around. He'd assumed she'd be yelling at Ron to get on with it.

"That's what I wanted to talk with you about." Hermione nodded at the chair next to the desk, indicating he should drag it over.

After he was settled, Harry looked at his friend expectantly.

"We've decided that Ron and I are going to stay here. I'll still help with the research, and I will visit the library now and then, but…Kath has asked me to help her with brewing some of the more difficult potions, since her father has had to go back to Ireland, and Ron…well, Ron wants to help his brothers with what they're doing. We decided it would be for the best if the three of you…stayed at the library on your own."

Harry blinked at his friend, feeling confused. "But…it's a library, Hermione. An old, super magical library. I would have thought wild hippogriffs couldn't keep you away."

Hermione gave him a gentle smile. "It is a wonderful place. Were I not worried about us not having enough blood-replenishing potions and other things, I would love to stay there. But Kath has offered to show me how to brew the Wolfsbane Potion! Don't you want some alone time with Brogan and Ginny, though? Time for just the three of you without hiding…things?"

Harry couldn't help it; he felt himself blush. After Ginny had told him that Hermione had 'figured' everything out, he had pushed the idea that one of best mates knew about them almost completely out of his head. He should have known better.

"It's not that, it's just…you and Ron are my best mates, and you're the best at figuring this sort of stuff out…"

"Like I said, Ron agrees with me. It was mostly his idea, to be honest. And you have Brogan and Ginny to help you figure things out." Hermione gave in a significant look, and the tone of her voice made Harry frown. He couldn't understand what she was getting at.

"Ron doesn't want to help us, is that it?"

Hermione clucked her tongue at him. "No, that's not it. You know him, Harry. He'd walk to the ends of the earth for you. But maybe you should ask him yourself if you're confused. He's in the study, I believe. George and he have a job to do for the Order later."

"He does?" Harry felt completely nonplussed at this information, suddenly.

Hermione gave him another unreadable look and a small smile. "Now, what did you need to see me about before you go?"

"Oh, um, your wardrobe. I'm sort of low on clothes. Do you think you could show me how you and Ginny get it to work?"

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed as she jumped off the bed, heading towards the object in question. Harry, who still felt confused by their previous conversation, stared after her for a moment, not really seeing her. She finally gave him an impatient glance, and he got up to join her.

"Okay, so, see this lock here? It looks a bit like a bird when you have it fastened." Hermione closed it and then closed her eyes, her hand resting on the lock. After a moment, she unlocked the wardrobe and opened it. She smiled with delight as she held up what appeared to be a new robe in bright turquoise.

"You just have to think about the item or items you want, and they appear. I haven't figured it out yet, how Mr Ward has done it, but I think it's brilliant. It's one of the cleverest pieces of magic I've seen, to be honest. Now you try."

Harry shrugged and closed the wardrobe door, and then locked it like Hermione had. He thought of a pair of jeans that would fit perfectly and then opened the wardrobe to find a dark, almost black pair of denim. Hermione nodded and smiled at him.

"You can think of whole outfits if you want."

"This is pretty cool." Harry had to admit. Hermione let him get to it, and soon Harry had at least four more pairs of trousers and half a dozen new shirts and pullovers. He also had managed to get a couple pairs of new boxers, but he quickly hid those in between everything. He didn't need Hermione to know he required everything.

"Here," Hermione said, taking the clothes from him. "You go talk to Ron. I'll make sure these get in your bag."

"Okay, Molly," Harry teased. Hermione laughed at him.

"Well, I have to boss someone around a little bit and make sure these get packed properly. It's a win-win, Harry."

He shook his head and wandered downstairs. He saw that Mrs Weasley had left some freshly baked ginger-nut biscuits out for everyone to eat, and he grabbed a handful as he headed towards the study. He knocked on the door and heard Ron mutter something inside. There was a small box next to him that he'd apparently been going through and cataloguing, judging by the parchments in front of him.

"Need a break?" Harry asked, holding up his prize.

Ron grinned widely. "Ah, are those the biscuits Mum was baking earlier? Bring them in, Harry. Ta."

The two friends ate in companionable silence for a bit, and Harry almost forgot why he had gone down to talk to Ron, to begin with. Remembering made his stomach do a nervous swoop, but, he dove in anyway.

"So, er, Hermione just told me you two aren't joining us at the library," Harry said, trying for casual.

Ron, who had been licking his fingers, stopped and pulled his hand away from his mouth, suddenly looking off to the side as though a Bogart had appeared behind Harry's left shoulder.

"Yeah, I just…thought…we'd just get in the way, really," Ron finally said.

Harry frowned. "When have you ever worried about that? And what do you mean in the way? We're just researching. End of Voldemort stuff, you might recall?"

Ron's ears turned pink, and he glanced at Harry. "Well, I just mean, you won't be researching all the time, and er, you know. Fred and George need help with a few things at the shop, since they're doing Order business more, and Hermione really wants to help Kath with her potions."

Harry felt confused. He had thought the twins had all but closed their shop. He narrowed his eyes at Ron, trying to find the lie.

"What's this really about, Ron?"

"Nothing. Just. Like I said. I, er, you and uh, Brogan and Ginny need to um, be alone. I get it. I'm just sort of trying to give you that without, you know, er, um, calling attention to it."

Ron sighed then and put his face in his hands, and Harry felt his stomach start to lurch again. Ron finally looked at him, giving him a small, lopsided smile. "Sorry, I'm acting a right prat about this. I know that the three of you, well, you know, have sort of grown super close…"

"Hermione told you?" Harry said accusingly, feeling his skin heat. No wonder his other friend had wanted him to 'talk' to Ron about things.

Ron looked at him, his eyes momentarily filled with sadness. But he shook his head to Harry's question.

"No, she didn't. Believe it or not, I am capable of figuring stuff out on my own, thanks. Although it hurts that you didn't think I'd…oh, hell, who knows how I would have reacted. It's just, I know you, Harry. Since we were both 11 and met on that train. You completely alone and new to everything, and me, completely scared and lost and worried that I wasn't going to measure up to what my family expected. I. Know. You."

Harry didn't know what to say, still not even sure there was anything to say. As he had felt with Lupin, he was not ashamed, but still, knowing that Ron thought he knew something was…rather unnerving to Harry. Before could even think it through, the words were falling out of his mouth.

"Whatever you're thinking, it's not like that," Harry stated with more confidence than he felt. Although now it was his turn to look away and avoid his best mate's eyes. Ron made a rather indelicate noise that sounded like a cross between a snort and a grunt.

"It's not? Because honestly, I was thinking that you and Ginny were sleeping with Brogan on an almost nightly basis and rather enjoying it, but if that's wrong and you three aren't in love or whatever, then, okay, you tell me what it is instead."

Harry could only stare in dumbfounded amazement at his best friend, not sure of what to feel or even think. Ron eventually sat back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair nervously, his ears turning pink. He finally met Harry's eyes.

"Look, it…it pains me to say it because never in a million years did I think this is a conversation I'd ever be having. But still, I'm more upset that you three didn't trust me enough to just tell me. Instead of there actually being a thing to tell me. If that makes sense." Ron pursed his lips and shook his head. "I'm sure you and Ginny were both worried about it. 'Oh, Ron can't ever know! Or, oh, haha, my git of a brother couldn't handle it.' That's the part that hurts, Harry. I love you. Like a brother, mind you, not as anything else," Ron paused, and flashed a cheeky smile at Harry. "But we've been through so much bad stuff, Harry. Why does no one think I can handle the good stuff, too?"

"Ron, I…" Harry stopped, feeling incredibly emotional all of a sudden. "I…you're right, mate. You are absolutely right. We did say we would never tell you. And I…I didn't even…" Harry sighed and put his head in his hands. "We weren't thinking that we were hurting you. We just wanted to protect ourselves. Protect whatever it was that was happening between the three of us. And we didn't plan on it happening. It just…did. I…never…your sister, I still, you don't have to worry, we're, I mean, she's not…" Harry stopped, aware he was babbling in the worst possible way. Ron gave him a kind smile.

"I'm not an idiot. I know Ginny bloody well wouldn't agree to a damn thing unless she wanted to, don't worry. And Brogan's a nice..er, well, you know him better than I do," Ron laughed suddenly at his own joke. "Way more than I ever want to, actually, but…he seems like a good sort, and you've been really happy lately, Harry. Even with this bloody war going on and Voldemort plotting against everything we stand for, you've been bloody happy, right in the god damn middle of it, so I reckon, I don't know, I reckon that makes me be more understanding of…things."

Harry felt hot and then cold at the same time. He released a deep breath and blinked at his best mate in disbelief. "You mean that?"

"Yeah," Ron said, shrugging. He glanced at Harry out of the corner of his eye, smirking. "I mean, you are still planning on marrying Ginny, right? Make an honest woman out of her eventually?"

"Of course!"

"Then we're good."

Harry stared at Ron. "I'm sorry I doubted you, Ron. You are far better friend to me than I am to you."

"I know," Ron said smugly, suddenly grinning at him. "And don't you forget it. I'm bloody brilliant, is what I am. That'll teach you lot to underestimate me."

Just then, a loud knock sounded on the door. Harry belatedly realized that Ginny and Brogan must have felt his back and forth emotions, because he knew it was one of them, coming to check on him. Before they could say 'come in', the door opened, and it was actually the both of them, looking worried. Ginny frowned at her brother as she came into the room.

"What's going on?"

"Oi! We're talking. Did we say come in? No."

"We thought Harry might need us," Brogan said diplomatically, holding Ginny's arm. Harry was dismayed to see she had come in with her wand at the ready. He quickly stood up.

"We're good," Harry said, looking at Ginny. "I'm good. Promise."

Ginny met his look, her eyes searching his, and then, finally seeing what she needed to see, nodded and then looked at Ron, who wisely did not say anything to antagonize his sister for the first time since Harry had known him.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed the other two, pulling them out of the room. "Come on, let's finish packing so we can be alone," he mumbled. He glanced back at Ron and nodded at him. "I'll see you later? Before we leave?"

"Yeah, of course," Ron said. They exchanged a look, and Harry knew that eventually, they would be okay again. He also realized he had not got a chance to even ask Ron what sort of thing he was doing with George later. It occurred to Harry then that Ron had become a grown up almost without him noticing.

o-o-o-o-o

"I have to say that is my preferred way of getting here now," Brogan said as they entered the library. Ginny nodded in agreement. Harry, who has been quiet since his talk with Ron earlier, merely nodded and headed down the hall towards the bedrooms without looking back at them.

Since they had 'descended the stairs' the first time of their visit, they were now allowed to Apparate directly to the door. Lupin had left them instructions on how to get more food and anything they might need from the local village, and said he would be back to visit in a few days to check on them. None of the library's fireplaces were connected to the Floo, so the three of them were entirely on their own for all intents and purposes.

Ginny let the freedom of that wash over her as she and Brogan put their supplies away. They looked at each other after they were done.

"I think you should go first," Brogan offered.

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Just a gut feeling. He needs…he needs to talk about it."

Ginny nodded. In all honesty, she felt as though she had her own feelings about Ron that she needed to think about, but she knew that Harry needed her first.

"Besides, you excel at handling brooding men," Brogan said, interrupting her musings. There was the ghost of a smile on his face. She went to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. He rested his head on top of hers for a moment and she knew he understood.

"Don't be too long," she eventually murmured, as she pulled away.

"I'll be there when you need me," he promised.

Ginny wandered down the hallway and went to the bedroom they had shared previously, but Harry wasn't there. Frowning, she noticed a fourth door further down on the left, and it was there that she found him. This room was even nicer and bigger than the previous room, and it was done in warm tones. The bed was even more significant, which she thought was perfect for them, understanding why Harry had chosen it. She slipped her shoes off and lowered the lights in the room with her wand as she padded over to the bed. Harry was lying on his back with his arm resting over his eyes. She climbed up on the bed and sat next to him, bringing her legs up to her chest. She linked her hand with his other one and didn't say anything at first, waiting him out.

"Sorry, I'm a git," Harry finally said, looking at her as he moved his arm. Ginny shrugged.

"We're used to it."

"Nice," Harry murmured, but he shook his head at her. "Your brother taught me an invaluable lesson today."

"Oh?"

"Never underestimate a Weasley to throw you for a loop when you least expect it. You and he have a talent at it. I'm not sure why I'm surprised."

"Well, if it helps," Ginny started, then stopped. She thought about her words for a moment and then carefully tried to explain her brother to his best friend. "Ron…Ron reacted so maturely because he figured it out for himself. He didn't need someone to tell him. He came to the idea naturally. That's the best way with him. And, you know he loves you, Harry. Like a true brother."

Harry nodded, looking thoughtful. Ginny squeezed his hand.

"He's probably just really happy with himself that he noticed enough to figure it out, you know. Nothing more profound than that."

Harry snorted. "That doesn't fill me with confidence, you know. Soon the whole bloody world will know."

Ginny rested her head on her knee, looking at him and wondering about something. "And does that bother you?"

"No. Well, maybe. Doesn't it bother you? Your family finding out?"

Ginny sighed. "I had similar thoughts before we left here a few days ago, while you and Brogan were laughing about setting the table. I really like us, Harry. I like the three of us, the way we are together. I don't want it to end. And that sort of startled me – thinking about the future and Brogan living with us. I imagined a house and the three of us just..being. Together. And then I wondered if I would ever be able to tell my family the truth."

Harry gazed at her, his green eyes bright. He held her hand tightly. "And? What brilliant conclusions did you come to?"

"I didn't, really. I decided I would worry about it when the time came. So Ron knows now, so what? One less person to tell, if you ask me." And Ginny knew that was the truth of her own feelings on the matter. In a way, part of her was happy her brother knew.

"Ron even told me he loved me. Your brother's never done that before," Harry said, sounding puzzled.

Ginny wondered if Harry was perplexed because Ron had admitted it to him or if he was just surprised that yet another person loved him. She gave him a little smile. "He's grown up a lot, this last year. We all have."

"I noticed that," Harry admitted. He glanced at her. "And I feel like shit for misjudging him."

Ginny stretched and laid down next to him, resting her head on his chest. He gazed at her, his eyes full of emotion. She brushed his hair off his forehead. "You get used to it. I mean, I always do. And I misjudge him on a daily basis, really."

Harry closed his eyes and groaned. He shook his head at her. "You and Ron are…both mental, do you know that?"

She flashed a smile at him, finally seeing some of the tension leave his shoulders. They heard a noise behind them, and both turned as Brogan came into the room. He gave them a sheepish smile.

"Nicer bed in this one, eh?"

Harry nodded and then reached out for other man, who immediately went to them. They all joined hands and then sighed, feeling that pleasant warmth of magic work through them all.

"I put the kettle on and started the coffee if you two want some," Brogan said, stretching out next to Harry.

"Hmm, maybe later," Harry murmured, and Ginny grinned at Brogan over his shoulder. They both knew the tone in his voice well. She watched as the two of them kissed and smiled, feeling the familiar tightening in her lower body. She started removing her clothes, and the two men broke apart to watch her. She winked at them.

"Thought that would get your attention. Should we try one of those positions from the book we found?"

"Yes," they both said in unison, and Ginny laughed, shaking her head at them.

"Well, come on then, get your kit off, or a girl will start to feel self-conscious."

Ginny bit back a giggle as they both quickly undressed. She lay back on the bed and reached out for them both, one on either side. She let her hand travel over them as Brogan started kissing her neck, and Harry began to move his mouth towards her breasts. Brogan parted her legs with his hand and teased her as she turned her mouth towards his. She brought her hand to the back of Harry's head as he teased her nipples playfully between his teeth.

"Can we do the one where I get to have you both at the same time?" Ginny asked as they paused for a moment. Harry's eyes turned dark with excitement as he gazed up at her. She smirked at him. "Oh, I knew you'd be up for it, you pervert."

"Hey!"

Ginny giggled and kissed him until he was relaxing against her again. She looked expectantly at Brogan.

"I'm game for whatever you two want."

"And that's why we love you," Ginny murmured, letting her fingers get lost in his hair. They started touching each other again, and eventually, the air grew thick with their mutual desires. She could smell the arousal off of both of them and shivered in reaction. Harry brought his head back up from in between her legs and kissed her.

"Who gets which end?" Harry asked, his breath hot against her cheek. Ginny had a feeling he had already decided in his head but wanted her opinion as well. Just another one of the reasons she loved him.

"I want you behind me. Brogan in front of me. Does that work for you?" Ginny whispered, capturing Harry's lips with her own. He moaned into her mouth and nodded his head at her when he broke away from her.

"Yes," Harry breathed, and that one word made Ginny shiver in anticipation. She looked at Brogan, who was also feeling it, his eyes already sort of glazed as Harry's hand had taken ahold of him and was slowly pumping him up and down. Ginny turned and took Harry into her hand, getting him ready. He was slick within a few moments, and she grinned at him.

"Eager?"

"Hmm, just a bit," Harry said, nuzzling her. She felt the flare of his magic as he cast the cleansing spell and the lubrication spell. "Get on all fours for a moment, Gin."

Ginny pulled away and then got into position. Harry kneeled behind her and kissed his way down her back. She pulled Brogan to her and put her mouth around the tip of his body, inching her way down. He sighed and pulled her hair out of the way, and massaged her head. She moaned when she felt Harry's tongue in her arse, teasing her gently. He moved his hand to her front, manipulating his thumb on her clit until her breathing increased. Harry then slipped a finger into her as his tongue continued to lap at her most private area. She was so wet already, she wasn't exactly sure how much wetter Harry needed her to be. She moaned again, and Harry lovingly slapped her arse as he withdrew his mouth and then his fingers. Ginny wiggled her bum in the air but whimpered at the loss of contact. She pulled her mouth away from Brogan to look over her shoulder at Harry.

"Patience, love," Harry said, smiling. He nodded at Brogan. "Sit down at the edge of the bed, so your feet are off the ground."

Once he was in position, Harry went to Ginny and kissed her deeply. "Ride him. Let me see you really let go, Gin."

Ginny nodded and smiled down at Brogan as she moved over him. He reached up for her, and she lowered her head to kiss him. She straddled him and put her hands on his chest. She reached up, pulled her hair out of its clip, and shook her head so it fell around her in red waves. Brogan swore and moaned, reaching out for her. She shifted and then was lowering herself down onto his body in one fluid motion and she hissed as he filled her.

"Gusssh," Brogan answered her hiss with one of his own, and Ginny started to move over him, setting the rhythm of their bodies joining. She felt Harry behind her as his hand lowered to her bum again, and she felt him slide his hand into her bum again as he brought his mouth to her shoulder, nipping at her with his teeth. She turned her head, and he kissed her at the same time she felt him slip two fingers into her, and she moaned into his mouth. Brogan grunted as her body automatically tightened around his. Ginny looked down as he brought his hands up to her nipples, teasing her.

Harry stared down at the other man as he wrapped his arm around Ginny's torso. "Touch her for me, I want her to come at least once before I enter her. Let's get her nice and wet."

Brogan moved one hand down to move in between her legs and she shivered as he thumbed her clit. She was already buzzing, her body flushing with excitement. Harry continued to finger her arse, and Ginny threw her head back as she pushed forward, slamming her body into Brogan's.

"Are you close? Do you like this? My fingers deep inside of you while you ride him?" Harry whispered in her ear, and Ginny nodded, closing her eyes, biting her bottom lip. She felt her climax start to begin, and she clenched herself around Harry's fingers and Brogan's body at the same time and moaned as the sensations hit her. Brogan caught her as she fell forward, and she felt Harry move into position. Before she could catch her breath, he was at her opening, sliding gently into her, and Ginny growled with approval.

"Gin, Gin, Gin, oh my God, this feels amazing," Harry murmured in her ear, sounding done for already.

She shuddered and pushed forward, gazing down as Brogan watched them, his blue eyes wide and filled with passion. He shifted upwards as Harry grabbed her hips firmly, and Ginny felt blown wide open in between them. She heard a low keening noise and realized it was coming from herself. Harry left one hand on her hips and moved one hand to cup her breast, and his mouth was hot against the back of her neck.

"You're so tight," he murmured, and Ginny wanted him to stop being so careful with her and growled as she pushed back against him. The movement caused Brogan to swear underneath her. He raised himself up, capturing her other breast with his mouth, his eyes taking them in. Ginny hummed, the lubrication spell made everything feel so good, she couldn't help it.

"Why didn't you tell me how incredible this feels?" Harry asked Brogan now. "Every time you thrust up, I can feel it, feel you, oh, fuck."

Ginny tightened her muscles around Harry to bring his attention back to where it needed to be. "Don't hold back," she ordered, and she whipped her head around to glance at him. Harry nodded, and he gripped her hips with both hands again. She looked at Brogan. "And don't you hold back either. I can take you both."

"Yes ma'am," Brogan said, a brief smile on his face. He lay back down and thrust upwards, and Ginny swore as stars broke out behind her eyes as they fluttered closed. She kept her eyes closed and soon felt Brogan's fingers teasing her clit again, and she was gone – absolutely gone into sheer sensation. It was too much almost – feeling them both at the same time. But Ginny wanted more – she wanted it all – everything they could give her. She snarled and pushed her hips forward and then back, and the men answered in kind until they were a throbbing, moving mess of limbs and feelings and oh, so much love.

She felt Brogan let go first, her name rolling out of his mouth like thunder, his voice low and deep, and Harry responded, his body moving into hers, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Ginny urged him on, calling him, putting her hand over his as he gripped her and then he was exploding deep within her. She rose up and then crashed back down, a scream escaping her mouth in wonder as her body came a second time. Her climax was hard and full, and it was everything and nothing at the same time.

She and Harry slumped forward. All three of them were still joined, and Ginny knew they must be heavy on top of Brogan, but he didn't seem to care, and she felt his arms go around them both, holding on tightly to them.

"Oh, Merlin," Ginny murmured, and Harry grunted his agreement behind her. They shifted, and she whimpered as Harry removed himself carefully from her body, and Brogan pulled out of her. She missed them both immediately and flung out her hands, pulling them to her. They wrapped themselves around her, and she sighed, breathing in the heady, earthy scent of them both. It was quickly becoming one of her favorite scents – it was Harry and Brogan, and it was sex and arousal, and everything rolled into one beautiful smell.

Brogan chuckled next to her. "Are you just breathing us in right now?"

"Shut up," she mumbled, continuing to take in deep breaths. "We smell fantastic, and you know it."

"Hmm," he said, pushing her hair gently off her face. She felt rather than saw Harry lean over her and knew they must be kissing. To be honest, Ginny didn't think she could watch it without self-combusting. Every neuron in her body felt as though it was turned on. Every touch was making her quiver.

"I think we finally tired her out," Harry said after a few moments.

"I think…"Ginny stopped and lifted her head, opening up her eyes. "I'm just… severely overstimulated."

They both curled around her, Harry's hand around her waist, fingers creeping upward towards her breasts, and Brogan's head resting against her chest. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him, holding onto him tightly.

"I love us," she said out loud to both of them. "Let's always be like this, like we are now. No matter what."

Brogan moved first and looked up her, touching her face. "As long as we can be, we will be."

She frowned but didn't say anything. Harry moved so that he could look at them. He put his thumb along her lips, and she nipped it playfully. He joined his other hand with Brogan's and leaned forward, kissing him.

"There are no guarantees in life," Brogan said as they broke apart, and he kept his head resting against Harry's. He met Ginny's gaze, his blue eyes returning to their natural, lighter sky-blue, and she felt her breath catch. "But I am not going anywhere until you two throw me out."

"I can't see that happening anytime soon," Harry murmured, his mouth moving down to kiss along the other man's neck. Ginny leaned forward and kissed Brogan on the mouth and then kissed Harry. They rested then, but kept touching each other, their combined emotions swirling through them. Much later, after her heartbeat had slowed and her body felt less sensitive, Ginny felt another need.

"We should eat," she said after a bit, and Harry smirked at her as he raised his head.

"I have something you could nibble on," he said, wagging his eyebrows at her.

She snorted and glanced down, seeing that he was at least half-way back up. But she knew her body was not ready for anything but the gentlest of touches. She could still feel the buzzing of pleasure they'd given her thrumming through her veins. She touched Harry on the cheek and smiled at them both. "I'm afraid I'm out for the next round, boys, but feel free to indulge yourselves while I make us something to eat."

"Aw," Harry said, openly pouting as she got out of the bed. "I can't convince you to stay? How about Brogan, can he convince you? I'll make him sing for you."

"Hey, I didn't agree to this."

"Shut it, your voice is fantastic. Please, Gin?"

"I'm…I'm a bit overdone, love. That was…very intense for me. But you two can still have your fun." Ginny winked at them to show that was all right and threw Harry's shirt over her shoulders, starting to do the buttons up as she found her knickers.

"You just want to wear my clothes, I see," Harry said as he and Brogan settled onto the bed together. Ginny rolled her eyes at him and stuck out her tongue.

"You have to admit I look pretty damn cute in them."

Both men looked at each other and then back at her.

"Actually, she looks pretty hot, Harry. Hotter than you, sorry," Brogan said, his eyes traveling up her legs.

Harry laughed. "No offense taken, as I agree. You're right, I don't have the legs to pull of a short skirt."

Ginny shook her head at them. "I don't even want to know what that comment is about. All right, any requests for dinner?"

"Full Sunday roast?" Harry asked, hopefully.

"You wish, Potter. No, I meant something I could cook quickly and not have to slave over. And also don't think I am going to do all the chores here, either, just because I'm the girl."

"Soup's good too, then," Harry said, smiling at her.

"We'll do the clean-up," Brogan promised. He wrapped his arms around Harry and nuzzled his neck as Ginny watched. She sighed and walked back over to them. She kissed them both and then smiled at them.

"Have fun, boys. Don't do anything I wouldn't do because you know I'll just make you do it again so I can enjoy it."

Harry slapped her bum as she turned away, and she shook her head at him and his new-found habit. She found her hair clip on the floor and pulled her hair into a ponytail. They had already started kissing again before she left the room, and she laughed, closing the door behind her. Ginny paused and waved her wand, casting a silencing charm at the door as well. She'd be able to feel them, but she didn't need to ruin the food or burn herself listening to them have a good time, now did she?

o-o-o-o-o

Brogan barely heard the door close behind Ginny as Harry fisted his hand in his hair, pulling him closer. Their bodies started moving deliciously together, and soon they were both ready again. He shook his head at Harry.

"Have I mentioned how much I love the fact that you seemingly have no downtime whatsoever with your er, equipment?"

Harry grinned at him. "Actually, I do although I think the Copulatus Spell helps with that bit. But honestly, between you and Ginny making me hotter than an exhaling Hungarian Horntail, what choice do I have?"

"Fair point," Brogan whispered, capturing his lips again. Harry moaned as Brogan lowered his hand and started stroking him nice and slow.

"Allow me," he said, pushing Harry back so that he was lying on the bed. He straddled him briefly and removed the other man's glasses.

"Hey, no fair, I can't see."

"Because I want you to feel," Brogan said, kissing him. He grabbed a pillow off the bed and then pulled Harry forward until he was at the edge, sliding it underneath the other man's backside. Harry propped himself up on his elbows, squinting at him.

"Don't make me push you back down," Brogan commanded, pausing slightly.

Harry cocked an eyebrow at him as though he was about to challenge him. But he shrugged and then lay back again. Brogan smirked and lowered himself down in front of the other man, sighing. He pushed Harry's legs apart and then kissed his way up his thighs, switching left to right. He moved slowly and methodically, using his lips and breath, causing the other man's skin to react. Harry's hand was already twisted into the covers of the bed by the time Brogan came face to face with his erection. Brogan pushed his legs up and slowly lowered his mouth to Harry's body, gently closing his mouth around one of his bollocks as he worked his hand down around him. Harry swore as Brogan moved from left to right again, lavishing affection on the entire area.

He rose up briefly, and Harry's green eyes blazed at his, his lips pink from biting them. "Can you cast the spells? I'm too comfortable down here to find my wand."

Harry nodded and closed his eyes, and with a swift movement, Brogan felt the flare of magic over both of them. He lowered himself back down and brought his mouth to Harry's hardness as he slipped a finger towards his perineum. He teased the other man, barely touching him, and Harry started to shift forward, trying to get Brogan's fingers where he wanted them. But Brogan resisted and kept up the slow tease of lightly moving his fingers until he knew he had almost pushed him too far.

"Fuck!" Harry exclaimed as he finally touched him, and Brogan grinned to himself. He started moving his mouth down lower and used his hands to push Harry's legs even further apart. Brogan wanted it all. He slipped his mouth off of Harry's body and then used his lips to kiss around the sensitive skin of the tip and was rewarded with more swears and his name being gutted out of the other man's mouth – full of want and hunger and need.

He moved his fingers down lower and found Harry's opening and moved his mouth back over him. He sucked him into his mouth as his fingers entered him, and Harry was lifting himself off the bed, almost against his will. Brogan had been anticipating it and moved with him. He then moved his other hand to hold Harry down and continued his attack. Harry was soon dripping with need, and Brogan knew he was close. He pulled his mouth away but kept his fingers buried deep inside the other man and half-stood, to look down at him.

"What do you want, love?" he breathed out, feeling completely and utterly confident for probably the first time since they had begun their relationship. Knowing that this was real — that what Harry felt for him was real — bloomed through Brogan like a fire. Harry squinted up at him and muttered something under his breath.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," Brogan smiled, knowing he sounded smug.

"I said you, I want you, oh, God, don't stop," Harry bucked underneath his hand and pushed his body forward. Brogan used his free hand to stroke himself and was thankful the lubrication spell was still working. He pushed Harry's legs up and positioned himself between his legs, deciding to move slower than slow in case Harry changed his mind.

"Now, oh, please, now," Harry muttered, sounding wholly done for. "Brogan, please. Hmmgng."

Harry arched his back off the bed and looked up at him, green eyes dark and full of emotion, and Brogan felt as though he couldn't stand it anymore himself. He pulled his hand back and then shifted into Harry's body in one smooth motion, surprised at his own calmness. They joined, and Brogan leaned down as far as he could, and Harry met him halfway, kissing him. His body tightened around Brogan's in the most exquisite way possible.

"Harry, if you need me to stop, if you don't want this, let me know, now," Brogan whispered, his voice sounding strained even to his own ears.

"No, no, don't stop, I want you…want this," Harry murmured, and with that, they both began to move.

The bedroom was filled with the sound of their coupling, and it was like music to Brogan – a song that had no words being played between them. With Ginny, it was always like a symphony going off or an operatic choir, their voices rising and rising. But with just Harry, it was…slow and precise and low sounds building to a crescendo. Brogan held Harry's legs as he pushed in all the way, relishing how their bodies fit – the tightness it offered them. He steadily moved in and out, and Harry's arms flung out wide, gripping onto the bed, moaning. Brogan sped up his gentle thrusts, and Harry's body shook in reaction.

"Oh, bloody hell," Harry was murmuring over and over, finally reaching out to brace himself on Brogan's arms.

Brogan reached down and took Harry into his hand, palming him, wanting them to reach release at the same time. "Come with me," he breathed out, stroking him. "I'm so close, Harry, you feel so incredible."

They moved together, and Brogan could feel his body tensing. He shifted to the side and ground his hips in deeper and then in an almost lazy full circle, causing Harry to let a low and wanton moan escape his lips. Brogan stroked him, and then without warning, Harry grunted his name as he bucked upwards, his hot release pumping into Brogan's hand. He finally let himself go, and his own climax was hard, his hips jerking in response. He went off deep within Harry, buried into the other man as far as possible.

They collapsed together, sticky and sweaty. Brogan felt Harry's arms go around him as his head fell to his chest, both of their breathing shallow and hurried as though neither of them could pull down enough air. Brogan had white lights behind his eyes, the after-effects of such a powerful orgasm still rocketing through him.

Harry's body felt boneless next to his, and Brogan finally managed to move off of him and roll onto his back next to him. Harry didn't say anything, but his hand found his, and Brogan squeezed it as their fingers linked together.

He didn't know how long they lay there, but Harry finally groaned next to him, and Brogan was quickly turning over to make sure he was all right.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, looking for any signs of harm, thinking he had perhaps been too rough with his thrusts.

"No, you git, I'm just completely shagged out. Now I know why Ginny declined our invitation."

Brogan snorted and then lay down closer to Harry, touching his face. He gazed at the other man in wonder, his heart full. "Hey. That was…"

Harry squinted a bit at him but leaned into his touch. "It was. And you were bloody fantastic, at it, too. So confident. But next time, let me wear my glasses, okay?"

Brogan chuckled. "Sorry, I just thought it would be more of a sensory thing."

"Hmm," Harry grinned at him and rolled over so that he was on his stomach. He touched Brogan and lowered his mouth down, kissing him. Brogan felt himself sigh into it and was working his hand into the back of Harry's messy hair. Harry broke away first and gave him an amused look. "Sight is a sense, too, you know. I mean, now I don't even know if you have a commanding look or not."

"Noted," Brogan said, laughing. He couldn't help it, he felt inordinately pleased with himself.

"Although, I must say, you do have a rather sexy sounding voice assertive voice," Harry quipped, sounding highly amused. "So you might have point with the whole sensory thing."

They rested for a moment, and Brogan suddenly felt the need to clean himself off. Most of Harry's climax was now on his stomach, and it was turning quite tacky by now. He glanced at the other man.

"Do you think she'd be mad if we showered first?"

"Hmm, probably, since she loves the way we smell like sex," Harry said as he sat up. He glanced down at Brogan's stomach and smirked. "Come on, let's be quick about it. Besides, we can always do Birthday Gift Round Three to her again, she bloody loved that and would probably forgive us anything."

They got up and went into the loo, which was large and had a wide, claw-footed tub and nearby stand-alone shower stall.

"I don't blame her, it was nice," Brogan chuckled, remembering.

"It was," Harry said, turning on the shower and then going to him. He kissed him, his lips soft and warm against his. "You are such a good kisser. Who taught you? My claim to snogging fame rests with the redhead in the kitchen, but I would like to meet the girl who taught you and thank her."

Brogan felt his skin heat and laughed. "Her name was Sam, actually, but um, er, I sort of practiced on pillows and things like that. I mean, before I actually kissed girls, that is."

"Really?"

Brogan nodded, feeling silly. He couldn't believe he'd just admitted that out loud.

Harry smiled at him. "You feel embarrassed, and I'm sorry, but I sort of think that's sweet, Brogan."

"Oh, let's not say that," he said, shaking his head. "I already have a dodgy enough reputation."

Harry shrugged and then stepped into the shower, moaning when the water is his shoulders. Brogan joined him and looked around for the soap.

"There's no soap," he said, after a moment. Harry frowned at him from under the spray of water.

"Bugger," he said.

Brogan shook his head. "Already did that. Don't worry, I'll get it." He said dryly as Harry made no motion to leave the hot water.

"Cheers."

Brogan hissed as the cold floor, and his warm feet met, and he shivered as he looked in the drawers of the bathroom cupboard. Finding the soap and a bottle of shampoo, he got back into the shower and then scowled at Harry as he realized something.

"You know, you could have used your wandless magic for me and called these to you."

Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "But now you feel so much more useful."

"Oh, hilarious. Move it, you're hogging all the hot water, Potter."

Harry moved out of the way and took the soap from him. Brogan could only sigh and shake his head. Of all the blokes he had to fall for he had to pick a brat.

"Hey, I understood that emotion," Harry said, handing the soap back to him as they switched places again. "I am not a… a brat?"

"Alright, a mischievous imp."

"Yeah, much more manlier, that term. Thanks. Sweetie."

They suddenly both stopped and blinked at each other as an annoyed feeling filled them.

"Er, we should hurry up," Harry said, moving quickly.

"Told you she'd mind," Brogan said, rinsing off the soap as Harry stepped out of the shower. He finished washing, and they both toweled off in the other room. Brogan had to laugh as they hurriedly threw their clothes on. Harry pulled Ginny's shirt off the floor, frowning at it. Brogan used his wand to make it bigger and less girly for him. Harry gave him a grateful smile and then looked at him, a question on his face.

"I think Ginny just proved who the real boss of us is," Brogan said, still chuckling.

Harry grinned. "Well, I have found that it's best not to test my beloved too much. She's rather impatient, that one. Sometimes. Mostly just about food, though."

"She probably didn't want us to enjoy ourselves that much," Brogan laughed.

"She probably just didn't want us to use up all the hot water," Harry murmured as they opened the bedroom door. As they headed towards the kitchen, a lovely aroma hit their noses, and they both realized they were famished.

Ginny turned as they entered the kitchen, her hands going to her hips, and Brogan noticed she was fully dressed now. "Plates, Potter. Drinks, Caley. Now. You two layabouts almost ruined my curry."

"Ooh, is that what that is, that smells heavenly," Brogan said, trying to peer into the large pot she was standing in front of.

"Drinks, Brogan. Make mine nice and cold and big. Harry, don't drop the silverware."

She used her wand to levitate the pot to the table, which Brogan saw already had fresh naan bread on it as well. Ginny had been busy, indeed. He realized they had left their bags near the table, which explained where Ginny had found the tight pair of jeans she was now bossing them about in. He smirked as he realized that Harry was rather blatantly staring at her bum, too.

Turning back to the matter at hand, he was surprised to find a bottle of wine in the supplies and grabbed three glasses from the top shelf. He used his wand to chill it, as requested. Ginny gave them a sly look as they finally all sat down at the table. She took a long sip of her wine and indicated that Harry should start serving the curry.

"Enjoy your shower, boys?"

"He hogs the hot water," Brogan deadpanned, and Ginny laughed.

"He does."

"Hey! One of the rules in this threesome should have been no 'ganging up on one of the three by the other two'," Harry said, indignant.

"But you do hog the hot water, love," Ginny said, put her hand on his. "I find it endearing, actually."

Brogan didn't say anything and took a sip of his wine instead. Harry narrowed his eyes at him as he took a bite of his curry. He then looked at Ginny, an expression of pure joy filling his face.

"Bloody hell, Gin, where did you learn to cook curry like this?"

Brogan took a taste of his own bowl and also looked at Ginny. "Seriously, Ginny, this is…phenomenal."

Ginny took another drink of her wine and smiled at them. "I popped up to the café on the hill and bought it, you wankers. As if I could cook this in that amount of time. There's fresh naan for Merlin's sake."

"Oh, whew," Harry said, putting another spoonful in his mouth. "You had me worried."

"I thought you liked it,"Ginny asked, confused.

"I do, I love it. But honestly, if you are you and can still whip up a mean chicken curry too, I was going to have to ask for my ring back. You are clearly too good for a mere mortal like me."

"Git," Ginny said, shaking her head, but she was pleased with him, Brogan could tell. They spent the next several moments enjoying the food, and Ginny seemed to finish first, pushing her dish away, her hand going to her stomach. She held up her glass, though, and Brogan poured more wine into it. Harry raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend.

"Trying to get pissed?" he asked her.

Ginny's face flushed as she smiled at them. "Maybe. This is an excellent wine. It's making me feel very…hot and bothered."

"Uh-oh," Brogan murmured, sharing a look with Harry. He knew they were both remembering Ginny's reaction to the mead he'd had at his party.

Harry lowered his voice and leaned closer to Brogan. "Think this means we can get her to do stuff later?"

"She already does plenty of stuff for you," Ginny said, giggling as she took another drink. Harry smirked.

"Too right, you are, love. Well, drink up then." Harry took a long drink of his own wine, and Brogan shook his head.

"You know, if both of you get too pissed, we won't be doing much at all. You'll fall right asleep on me."

Brogan spooned more curry into his bowl as did Harry. They spilt the remaining naan between them, and Ginny watched them, emptying her glass once again. Brogan finished before Harry did, and he sighed happily, pushing his bowl away from him. He realized Ginny was watching him, an odd look on her face. He frowned as she poured herself yet more wine, wondering if she really was trying to get pissed. Harry was oblivious as he finished eating.

"Hmm," Ginny said, suddenly standing up. She finished off her wine in one gulp and then stalked over to his side of the table. She made him push his chair back and then lowered herself to his lap. Her brown eyes were wide and full of mischief. Her lips were also quite…inviting. She brought her mouth to his, the sweetness of the wine on her breath and damned if he didn't feel himself harden underneath her. Brogan had the not-quite-so-horrible feeling that most of the research they were going to get done was going to be on how many times three people could actually have sex in one night.

Not that Brogan was complaining. He brought his hand up Ginny's back to steady her, and she surprisingly blushed as she ground against him, feeling the reaction of his body to hers.

"Oh, good, you do still like me," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, rubbing her breasts against his chest.

"Of course I do," Brogan said back, frowning at her as he tried to clear his mind. He was getting a weird sense of emotion from her that he couldn't name. He supposed it was the wine making her less inhibited or, at least, allowing her feelings to go in different directions.

"I was worried, you know, once you and Harry…he ruins you for anyone else. Trust me, I know." She moved her mouth to his neck, and Brogan closed his eyes, breathing in her sweet, flowery scent. He opened them back up and met Harry's eyes across the table. The other man shrugged, clearly not understanding what Ginny meant either.

"Er, Gin, are you okay?" Brogan asked, pulling on her arms to get a look at her face, even though it pained him a bit as what she'd been doing with her mouth just then had been fantastic.

Ginny pulled back, her eyes strangely bright, and Brogan was startled to see a whisper of insecurity in them. He touched her face and frowned at her.

"What's the matter?" he asked as he heard Harry push back his chair and join them. The three of them touched and then sighed as the power flare charged through them. Ginny looked at Harry, appearing sad.

"I just… sometimes I feel like you two don't need me," she said roughly as though it cost her something to admit. "I felt it…the way you two were in there together….I…"

Harry shushed her and pulled her into his arms, off of Brogan's lap. Her legs wrapped around Harry's waist, and he looked down at Brogan. "We really shouldn't have let her drink so much, so quickly."

Brogan nodded in agreement. Harry started to carry her back to the bedroom. Brogan heard her begin to sniffle and realized she was more emotional about things then she had let on. He used his wand to clear the table, deciding to deal with the dishes later.

He paused in the doorway and watched as Harry lay Ginny down on the bed, kissing her and murmuring in her ear. He suddenly felt as though he were intruding and backed away to give them some privacy when Ginny turned her head and reached out her hand for him to come to her. Her eyes were dark, standing out against her face's paleness, and he realized the wine was no longer making her flush.

He kneeled down by the side of the bed and took Ginny's hand, feeling sad that she had clearly been feeling this doubt somewhere deep inside her. Brogan honestly couldn't comprehend a Ginny Weasley who appeared to be insecure – she was always so fierce and bold in everything she did. Especially when it came to loving them. He shared a glance with Harry, who nodded at him to try his hand first.

"We love you, Ginny, you know that. We said no jealousies, remember? Where is this coming from?"

"I can't compete with you or him or…I'm just a…you two are so passionate," she mumbled, closing her eyes. "You don't need me."

Harry swore and pulled her up so that he could embrace her. "Sorry, Gin, but that is utter shite, and you know it."

Brogan frowned at her as he put his hand on her the back of her head. What had she been about to say? He suddenly realized why she was feeling insecure.

"Ginny, do you think we don't need you because you're a woman? Do you think we prefer being with each other more than being with you?"

She didn't say anything but took in a long, rattling breath. Harry shook his head and pulled her hand into his, holding it up in front of her face.

"This ring is on your finger, not his. Do you honestly think I've just decided I'm into men now, and you're out of luck? Seriously? Ginny Weasley, that is daft, and you know it. I don't fancy anyone but this git and you, you idiot."

"Nice talk, Harry," Ginny said as she hiccuped, pulling her hand away.

"You're daft," Harry repeated, pleading with her. "Did we not just prove to you earlier how much we do indeed, enjoy your lady bits? Hmm? Like this bum of yours. I can't even imagine anyone looking better in a pair of jeans than you do right now. And how about these amazing breasts, so round and fantastically freckled and they're so rosy, and I just want to constantly put my mouth around one every time you're naked. And let's not get started on your amazing muff, yeah, I said muff, let's not get romantic about it," Harry said, pausing for a moment, flashing a small grin. "You taste bloody amazing, Gin, and I don't just mean your mouth or skin. Your juices are like treacle to me. Even if you hated me going down on you, I would still beg for it because just the idea of giving you pleasure like that is the biggest turn on I have ever known."

"And Ginny," Brogan said, sitting up and finally moving to the bed, to gaze at her. "I have slept with a total of three women in my entire life. I can't even conceive of wanting anyone or anything other than what I have right here. Maybe it's because I never considered being with a bloke to be an option. When Harry and I are together it feels more intense to you, but make no mistake that I also very much enjoy your lady bits, as Harry so elegantly just described them. Neither of us is going anywhere."

She blinked at them, her eyes were wide and watery, but she wasn't crying – just upset. She looked at both of them, frowning. "I know, I'm acting like an idiot. I don't know why. It just…sometimes it's overwhelming. You two. Us. The way we are…everything."

Harry pulled her to him and kissed her gently and then more demanding until she was responding. He finally broke the kiss and gave her a tender grin. "No more drinking for you, ever. It makes you a sopping, emotional mess."

Ginny laughed finally and shook her head at him. She turned and caught Brogan's eye, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, Brogan."

"Nothing to be sorry for, really. We all have hidden emotions. Apparently, alcohol really brings yours out."

"Well, that, and being out there and feeling what was going on in here, didn't help. Why do you two think I popped up to the café? To put some distance between us."

"We're sorry," Brogan said, pulling her into a hug. "Sometimes we get overwhelmed with things, too."

"Why don't we just spoon together and get some rest?" Harry suggested. Ginny nodded her head, and they all got undressed. They had all pretty much started sleeping without a stitch of clothing on, and Brogan saw no reason to change now. There was something comforting about how their bodies met and how the other's skin felt against his. Ginny stayed in the middle between them as they settled under the covers, and he spooned against her as she turned towards Harry's arms. She sighed as she went still between them. Harry glanced at him over her head before taking his glasses off, a worried look on his face. Brogan reached out his hand and touched him, trying to reassure him that all of them would be okay in the morning.

o-o-o-o-o

Ginny awoke early in the morning and groaned, her head throbbing. She remembered her emotional attack from the night before and groaned again. She felt a hand tighten around her and saw that Harry was clutching at her. She smiled and lowered her head down to his messy dark one and kissed it. His grip soon relaxed, and she slipped out from under his fingers. The spot next to her was empty, and she wondered where Brogan was. She pulled on her shirt (Harry's really) from the previous night and slipped it on, glad it was just long enough to use as a cover and walked into the bathroom.

She frowned at her hair. It was an absolute mess. She found a brush in one of the drawers to try to tame it. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and when she finally felt human again, crept back out. Harry had turned and was now holding onto his pillow, and she felt her heart tug at the sight of him.

Ginny grabbed a pair of socks and slipped them on before heading out into the hallway. She found Brogan in the kitchen, his back to her as he washed the dishes, and she paused, admiring the view. The first soft streams of morning light could be seen in the kitchen, and she noticed he had already put the kettle on. She could smell the strong scent of the tea from where she stood.

Brogan must have sensed her because he turned around, smiling at her. "I thought you'd be up early. I found some Anti-Hangover potion in one of the cupboards if you need it."

"Yes, please," she said, coming into the kitchen properly. He nodded towards the counter to the right of him where there was a small red vial. Next to it was a large glass of water. Brogan grinned at her.

"Water first, then potion, and you'll soon be feeling no pain."

Ginny did as he suggested and then sighed as she felt her headache start to disappear. She went over to the kettle and he nodded at her.

"It should be done by now."

Ginny smiled thankfully and grabbed a teacup, pouring herself a nice big offering. She inhaled the scent first and then took a sip. After turning to spoon some sugar into her cup, she peered at Brogan over the rim.

"How long have you been up, then?"

"Hmm, not too long. I think the thought of you getting mad at me about these dirty dishes created some sort of inner anxiety."

Ginny gave him a look, which only made Brogan grin wider, but she didn't say anything. She sighed as she continued drinking her tea, feeling much better than she had the night before.

"That should do it," Brogan said as he washed the last dish. He had laid the dishes out on the counter to dry, muggle-style, and she watched as he wiped his hands on a dishtowel.

"You could use your wand to dry them, you know," Ginny said, amused. "In fact, you could have used your wand for the whole thing."

He shrugged and poured himself a cup of tea as well. "Sometimes, doing things the muggle way is relaxing."

She nodded because she sort of understood what he meant. Sometimes doing a menial task did have its rewards – mostly in the sense of peace and relaxation it could sometimes offer.

"How are you feeling?" Brogan asked, watching her.

Ginny felt her face heat a little bit. "Better. Embarrassed, mostly. I don't know why drinking does that too me. I start out feeling randier than all get out and end up an emotional ninny."

"You're a light-weight," Brogan said, the ghost of a smile sneaking across his face. She rolled her eyes at him, but knew he had a point.

"I reckon you're right."

They drank their tea in companionable silence for a few moments, and then she noticed Brogan's cheeks turning a bit pink.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Brogan's mouth twitched. "Nothing, it's just…I just became aware of the fact that you're not wearing any knickers under that shirt."

Ginny glanced down and saw that her last few buttons had come undone. She grinned back at him. "I reckon I was in a hurry or, perhaps too idle-brained to do it properly."

"Hmm," Brogan said, his eyes lingering on her bottom section. Ginny suddenly felt his keenness and smirked.

"Come here then," she said as she put her cup down, and he went to her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and stretched upwards, kissing him lightly. He tasted of tea and something vaguely spicy. His hands snaked around her waist, and suddenly Ginny knew what would make her feel even better than a pain-relief potion and some water.

"Lift me up onto the counter," she murmured, and he did as though she weighed absolutely nothing. She marveled at men and their fantastic upper body strength. He fit in between her legs, and she could already feel him rubbing against the inside of her thigh.

"See, I do want you," Brogan murmured, lifting her shirt up and slipping his hands under it. They kissed again, and Ginny enjoyed it – their mouths and tongues dancing with each other. She moaned softly as his hand reached her breast, cupping it. His fingers had rougher edges than Harry's and were slightly larger, and she liked how it made her skin feel. She reached down and started to unbutton her shirt so he could have more access. Brogan put his other arm behind her, pulling her closer to him. She slipped her hand down the front of his jeans, and he sucked in a breath as her hand passed over him. She stroked him through the material as they started kissing again, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Do you want to move someplace softer?" Brogan finally asked, pulling his mouth away, blue eyes full of desire.

Ginny shook her head. "No, take me right here on this counter."

He flashed her a small, entirely male grin, and he stepped back for a moment so she could help him out of his jeans. She smiled cheekily at him when she realized he hadn't put any pants on.

"I wanted a clean pair, and they were all out here, still in our bags. We really have been slacking in the unpacking department," he said as he settled back in between her legs.

Ginny didn't give a hippogriff's arse about unpacking at the moment and took him into her hand, palming the head of his erection with confidence. He sucked in a breath, and his eyes went glassy for a moment. She brought his other hand to her body and let him feel how wet she was.

"Brogan?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up and fuck me."

She kissed him gruffly, and he responded in kind. He was moving in between her legs, pushing her back against the cupboard, and Ginny gave into the sensation as their bodies connected. Brogan bowed his head to hers and grunted as they began to move.

There were hands and legs and mouths everywhere, and it was sweet and hot, and she wanted more. Ginny nipped at his neck, wanting to mark him, to make him hers. Maybe it was to prove it to herself or to him, that he was hers, as well as Harry's. Ginny didn't know and didn't care. She absolutely knew in her heart that being with Brogan did not mean she loved Harry any less. And maybe that was what she had needed to realize to get over her "insecurities."

She kissed the delicate skin of where his neck met his shoulder and did it hard enough so that it would leave a bruise. Brogan didn't seem to mind and even moaned huskily in her ear as she did it. He paused to stick two of his fingers into his mouth, getting them wet for her. His blue eyes held her in place, and she moaned as he lowered his mouth to one of her breasts and then used his other hand to cup her arse. She lifted herself up so that his fingers had more room and sighed as he found her tightness. He thrust into her with that slow, practiced grace he had, and Ginny felt light-headed at the feeling he was giving her. She couldn't believe she had ever doubted that he wanted her.

Brogan brought his mouth up to her neck, leaving a trail of deliriously hot kisses. He was soon moving his tongue into her mouth in time with how the rest of him was plunging into her. She tightened her legs around his waist and felt her body start its release.

"Hmm, yes, harder," Ginny muttered a string of dirty words, knowing what he liked to hear. He pulled his head away, watching her, and they were gazing at each other as he sped up his actions. He removed his fingers from her backside, and she settled back down again so that she could really enjoy the way he was pushing into her. She tightened her muscles around him, and he swore, but his eyes never left hers, and soon Ginny felt herself begin to let go.

Brogan kissed her fiercely, right when she was about to explode, and his mouth took her muffled scream. She reached for something to hold on to and gripped her hands behind her, grabbing onto the handle to the cupboard.

"Yes!" She moaned as he shifted his hips, going deeper. Her body shook with his enthusiasm, and when she felt his hand slip down to rub her clit she moaned, knowing what he was after. He was still watching her, his eyes full of love and desire for her – just for her, and Ginny moved her legs up higher onto his back to give him more room. She wanted to feel his body against hers, as much as she could.

"God, you're so amazing like this, when you let go," he murmured, his eyes traveling down her body, as though drinking her in. She felt herself begin to come again and reached out, pulling his head closer to hers. She kissed him and moved her mouth to his ear, whispering the naughtiest words she could think of, and soon he was thrusting harder and faster, and she knew she had him. A moment later, he went off, a half-grunt, half-growl escaping his lips as he pressed into her one last time. Ginny felt her body shudder with release. She wrapped her arms around him as he rested his head between her breasts, his head rising as she tried to take in enough air, feeling as though she had run a race.

Neither of them moved for a moment, and then she sighed, rubbing her face against the top part of his hair, which was now soft and damp. His neck and back were covered in sweat.

"That was the best hangover cure, ever," she whispered, and felt him laugh against her.

"Yes, I don't know why they don't recommend that over the potion," he said as he pulled away, grinning at her. He reached out and touched her face tenderly. "You're beautiful, Gin. You just…are. In every way."

She felt shy suddenly, and knew she was blushing but smiled at him, kissing his hand. "So are you."

"Crisis of faith averted then?" Brogan asked, pulling out of her as she lowered her legs. As always, she suddenly felt the loss of connection quite keenly and sighed. She smiled at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you still have any doubts about how I feel about you?"

"Oh, no," Ginny said, smiling. "That was a pretty forward demonstration."

"Good," Brogan said, leaning back in and kissing her so vigorously that she felt her breath catch. She swallowed roughly and put her hand on his chest, suddenly feeling quite loved indeed.

He smiled at her and reached down to pick up his discarded jeans. He helped her down from the counter, and Ginny rubbed the back of her head. "Next time, I think I'll not bang my head into the cupboard, though, just for kicks."

"Yeah, you were rather exuberant there," he said, looking at her head. "No bumps, though. That's good. Do you think Harry is awake after that?"

Ginny tried to see if she could tell if Harry was awake and was getting a sense of happiness from him. Happiness and…relief. She looked at Brogan. "He's sort of awake, I think, but…he wants us to enjoy ourselves and doesn't want to intrude."

"Hmm," Brogan made that lovely humming noise of his that made things in her body tighten, and he glanced at her, feeling her reaction. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Again? So soon?"

"I can wait," she said, laughing. "Let's make some breakfast and entice lazy head to get up and join us."

The both cleaned themselves up a bit (as well as the counter) and then worked together comfortably. Ginny realized Brogan was a pretty good assistant to have in the kitchen. Harry was too, but he almost did stuff by rote, going through the motions of preparing things. However, Brogan had ideas, and soon they had quite a lot different dishes going with new flavors she was excited to try.

"Eating and cooking with you is going to make me fat, I can tell," Ginny teased as they started to set the table.

Brogan snorted. "You couldn't be fat if you tried. You're fit, and your metabolism is high, and once this whole thing is over, I'm sure you'll be right back at Quidditch, keeping in shape. Not to mention all the sex."

Ginny giggled, thinking that sounded like a good training regimen, indeed. Just then, Harry wandered in, looking adorably sleepy, and Ginny went to him, pulling him in for a kiss. He smiled knowingly at her. "You two get yourselves sorted?"

She nodded. "We did. I'm sorry…"

Harry put a finger on her lips and gazed at her. "No apologies necessary. I think we're all allowed the occasional, drunken freak-out."

Ginny scoffed at him. "It was hardly that."

Harry just smiled at her again and wandered into the kitchen, probably in search of tea or coffee. Brogan carried the rest of the food out, and the two of them sat down, waiting for Harry to join them. They all tucked in and Ginny was pleased to find that the porridge they'd made was quite tasty indeed. Brogan had eggs and bacon, and Harry was having a bit of everything and looking as though he was enjoying it all.

He marveled at them. "You two had a great shag, and you made all this? I fear I bring nothing to this threesome accept my fine arse and broody nature."

Ginny giggled into her teacup and looked at him. "You also bring your fine front end too, you know. And your witty breakfast conversation."

"Well, we should probably work through lunch, since we've done nothing since arriving here. Well, nothing except each other," Brogan grinned at them. "And I thought we should fortify ourselves for a long study day."

"That just ruined my morning," Harry muttered, but he shrugged good-naturedly day when Ginny passed him more toast marmalade.

Brogan started clearing away the empty dishes and stopped behind Harry, bending down to kiss the top of his head. "We'll make it up to you, Harry."

She watched Harry keep eating and shook her head at him when Brogan went back into the kitchen. She studied him for a moment. "You're not upset we did things without you?"

Harry sobered and put down his fork, reaching out for her hand. He squeezed it as she met it across the table with her own. "No. You two needed that. Or I think you thought you did."

Ginny nodded. "I…understand it better now. Being with him doesn't mean we love each other any less. In fact, it makes me love you more, in a way. Is that weird?"

Harry tilted his head to the side as though considering it. "Reckon not, because I get it, although I'm not sure anyone else outside of this situation would understand that really. I care about him and I care about you and oddly enough, it fills my heart to know you two can do that together. And it felt rather nice, experiencing it in the bedroom. I may have, uh, wanked."

"Harry!" Ginny said, laughing. He blushed beet red and then shrugged.

Brogan came back out with another cup of coffee and raised his eyebrow at them. "What did I just miss?"

Ginny grinned up at him. "He wanked while we were together."

"Ah," Brogan said, nodding. "I can understand that. We're pretty sexy together." He flashed her a cheeky grin.

Ginny shook her head. "What am I going to do with you two?"

"You've already done it many times over, and if there is a deity in this world, then you'll continue to do it again and again," Harry chuckled.

Sometimes Ginny missed having another girl around to commiserate with. But only sometimes.

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