Author's Note: Not gonna lie, this chapter is pure indulgence. Harry deserved it. ;)

Crossroads 23: Happy Birthday, Harry


The morning of Harry's 18th birthday dawned bright and perfect. The golden warmth of the sun fell across the bed as though he'd personally requested it and maybe he had, in his dreams. He woke up in between Ginny and Brogan and smiled as he followed the sloping curve of Ginny's body. She'd fallen asleep naked and on her stomach, the soft contour of her freckled backside calling to him. He leaned over and kissed the small of her back, grinning to himself. She stirred briefly but remained sleeping.

He turned and gazed at Brogan, also still asleep and also quite naked. Half covered with the sheet, he was as angular as Ginny was voluptuous and just as pleasing to Harry's eye. Before Brogan, Harry had never much considered the male body to be that attractive but now, now he knew it could hold a tender, almost vulnerable beauty of its own. In some strange way, appreciating Brogan's maleness made Harry accept his own body in a positive light. Shaking his head at his mawkish thoughts, he placed a small kiss on the middle of Brogan's chest. He took in a deep breath and nuzzled his face against the other man as he slowly started to move upwards, determined to wake one of them, knowing the other would soon follow.

When he eventually gazed up, Brogan was blinking at him, slowly coming to life. Harry saw it the moment consciousness hit the other man because Brogan smiled an adorable shy sort of grin at him.

"Hey, happy birthday, you," Brogan said softly as he reached out to run his fingers through Harry's hair.

"It's already one of the best ones I've ever had, waking up with you two," Harry murmured, moving so that he was halfway on top of the other man. He kissed him deeply and sighed as Brogan wrapped his arms around him. Harry felt himself begin to drift away to a very happy place indeed as they continued to snog.

"Ahem, ahem," Ginny's voice interrupted them, and Harry snickered as he pulled his head away and looked at her.

"I knew kissing him would wake you up. You have an uncanny sixth sense, Gin."

"I just don't like to be cheated out of any snogs, Harry."

She giggled and rolled onto her side, completely unselfconscious and Harry felt himself stir as he drank her in. He moved off of Brogan and went to her, pulling her in close.

"Happy birthday, Harry," Ginny said, eyes full of love. He nuzzled her neck and then kissed her like he had Brogan – deeply and completely.

"You know," Harry said as they broke apart. "This is also sort of an anniversary of sorts for us."

Ginny's eyes lightened. "You're right! So I get all the gifts today, is that it?"

"Uh, no," Harry said, tickling her. She giggled, and then laughed harder as he started increasing his efforts.

"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, gasping for breath after he refused to stop. Brogan laughed and shifted closer so that he was behind Harry.

"Surely you can think of a few better things to do than tickle her to death?"

Harry relented on his tickling onslaught and turned so that he was facing the other man. "Hmm, maybe. What did you have in mind, Mr Caley?"

"Thank you, Brogan," Ginny said, sounding out of breath.

"Hmm," Brogan said, running his hand down Harry's chest, leaning his head in closer. His breath tickled Harry's skin and his voice was low and rather dirty. Honestly, Harry thought there should be a law against his lover's voice. "Death by too many orgasms?"

"I don't know, I think we've proven we can all…come…a lot," Harry said, pushing forward so that Brogan could feel his growing excitement. A moment later, he sucked in a breath because it was Ginny's arm that snaked around from behind to take him in hand as Brogan put his arms over Harry's shoulders. The other man's eyes were bright and ridiculously blue, and Harry shivered in response as the other man closed the distance between them, capturing his mouth in a kiss. Harry moaned against his lips as Ginny rolled closer and he felt her body press up tightly against his.

"We've already decided that your first present is that we're going to love you the best of our abilities," Ginny said, her mouth close to his ear.

"That sounds promising," Harry admitted as he turned to look at her. She grinned and then nodded at Brogan.

Before Harry could stop them, they had both pushed him onto his back and there were suddenly tiny ropes swirling around his wrists, tying him to the bed.

"Hey," Harry said, marveling at Ginny as she put her wand away. "Where were you hiding that?"

Ginny snorted. "The very sneaky place of right out in the open on the side table. Now, are they tight enough, but not too tight?"

Harry looked at his arms and tugged experimentally on each. His heart was already beating a bit faster with a thrill. He couldn't profess to want to be tied up all that often but something about the looks on their faces had his blood pressure already going up. Not to mention other things. He'd be embarrassed about how eager he appeared if he didn't know the two of them were right there with him.

"They're, ahem, good. Really, um, good."

Brogan smirked at him as he placed a pillow behind Harry's head, leaning over him and giving him a small kiss. "I love that your first concern was about where she'd been keeping her wand. Now, we thought we would give you the option on this part…feet tied too, or not?"

Harry thought about it. On one hand, the idea was risqué to him and exciting. On the other, he knew he would probably like some form of freedom.

"This is all on your honor, of course," Ginny said as she sat up. "We all know you can break out of these if you so choose."

"Erm, feet untied. I might be less inclined to break free of these if I can move something," Harry said, knowing himself. It wasn't a question of trust – he trusted the two of them implicitly. It was just that he knew he would eventually get antsy.

"You know," Brogan said standing up and pulling the sheets and blankets out of the way. "If you enjoy this, we can look into getting ones that repel magic and make sure you're truly at our mercy, Harry. If that's something you might enjoy?"

Brogan gave him a knowing look and Harry shuddered despite his previous thoughts. It did sound tempting. Ginny went to the wardrobe and reached in to pull out the whip and Harry went from halfway up to full-blown in record time. Ginny noticed and smirked at him.

"Oh, I think he definitely enjoys it, Brogan," she said as she touched the inside of Harry's leg with the soft feathers. He knew he was already trembling in anticipation.

"I love you two," Harry breathed out as they both looked down at him.

"Sweet talk will get you everywhere," Ginny deadpanned. "Eventually. But first, you get to watch. Do you think you can do that, Harry? Just watch and not touch?"

Harry nodded and pulled on the ropes to remind her that was all he could do. Brogan got on one side of him and Ginny went to the other and they met in the middle, smiling at each other. Harry sighed as they kissed over him. But his sighs soon turned to exhilaration as Brogan and Ginny continued as though he wasn't there. Ah, so it was like that then? Harry smiled to himself – the joke was on them because Harry knew that watching them love each other was one of the best gifts to experience and he would gladly take it as his.

Brogan moved his hand to hold Ginny, snaking it gently around her neck. Ginny reached out and rested her hand on Brogan's chest and they kissed for an insanely long time and Harry hummed in approval. When they finally broke apart, Ginny winked down at him. She was still holding the whip and she slowly moved it down Harry's body, teasing him. Her brown eyes were full of fire and he couldn't look away from her. His skin broke out in goose pimples as she teased his erection with it, moving it gently back and forth, promising so much. The feathers were light and teasing and his toes curled in response.

Brogan rested his hands on her hips, his body already responding to all the kissing. Harry sighed as he watched Brogan rub against her, their bodies moving closer together. Ginny kissed Brogan and then moved her mouth around his neck, moving downwards. Brogan watched her as she went, placing his hands gently on her head and tenderly pushing her hair back for her. When she reached her objective, Harry could almost feel it as well. Brogan sighed as her mouth took him in and the other man reached out to touch Harry on the leg, connecting them. Because this wasn't about them keeping things from Harry – it was about letting him experience everything through them. And he felt it – as sure as he felt his own desires. Brogan loved Ginny and he loved Harry and that empathic touch between them was everything.

Ginny pulled her mouth away, a bit reluctantly, it seemed to Harry, and shifted until she was facing Harry, her body beginning to blush. Brogan moved so that he was behind her, possessively wrapping his hands around her waist. They both gazed at Harry, the heat settling between the three of them. Ginny nodded at Harry.

"Open your legs, love," she murmured.

Harry did so and quickly, feeling his breath hitch. Ginny gave him a smug look and then the two of them settled in between Harry's legs, so he could continue contact with them. Ginny reached behind her and wrapped an arm around Brogan's neck, bringing his mouth down to hers. Harry noticed he was already straining against the ropes and took a deep breath to relax. His eyes traveled over Ginny's body, noting the flush and soft roundness of her breasts; he could already scent her arousal on the air and his desire spiked. Her nipples were hard and a rosy pink color, calling to him. He licked his lips and Ginny smirked when she turned to face him again.

Brogan kissed her on the shoulder and lifted one hand upwards to cup her breast, his other hand moving downwards. He gazed at Harry, eyes dilating to dark blue. He whispered something in Ginny's ear and she grinned at him and then looked back at Harry.

"Brogan says you're being a very good watcher. High marks."

"Yeah? Do I get a reward?"Harry asked, feeling deliriously turned on.

She nodded and then leaned forward so that her mouth was near his body. Brogan curled himself over her, his eyes meeting Harry's like a tempest. Harry watched as the other man fingered her with one hand and stroked himself with the other, getting them both ready. Ginny slowly lowered her mouth to Harry's body, licking her lips. She kissed along the inside of his thigh, soft and caressing. When she finally reached him, her mouth was pure warmth – like absolute silk and he thrust up before he could stop himself. Brogan bit his lip as their bodies shook from the movement and Ginny moaned. Brogan shifted his hips and was sliding into place above them.

"Oh, Merlin save me," Brogan moaned as he moved back, running a hand down Ginny's body. He grabbed her by the hips and started to move which only caused her mouth to rotate faster around Harry. Harry strained against his ropes, this time not bothering to stop himself. Ginny licked up and then down, brown eyes gazing at him as she started to stroke him as well. Harry swore when she removed her mouth and she gave him a sly look, teasing him. She moaned and turned to look over her shoulder at Brogan.

Harry felt as though an electric wire had been strung between them and rubbed his leg against both their bodies, hungry for more. Ginny and Brogan continued to move over him, but now with her sitting up. She waited until she had Harry's eye and slowly lowered her hand downwards, touching herself. It was one of the sexiest things Harry had ever seen. She moaned as Brogan thrust into her, causing her breasts to shake enticingly. He honestly felt as though he could watch them go at it all day.

"Do you want a taste?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, God, please," Harry heard himself moan, almost not recognizing his own voice.

"Calling me a God now, are we?" Brogan snickered from behind Ginny's shoulder and he stilled his movements. Harry frowned until he realized what was happening. His two lovers broke apart and Ginny paused a moment, kissing Brogan deeply. She turned back around and then moved towards Harry's head, a devilish gleam in her eye that thrilled him.

She moved next to where Harry's head was and kneeled over him, kissing him softly. "I love you so much, Harry," she said, nodding at him. He saw her open desire fettered with pure joy and swallowed roughly in anticipation. She moved slightly above him and he gazed up the long line of her body and just…wanted her. She slowly lowered herself down until she was just above his head and he breathed in the wet, wild scent of her. Brogan settled himself in between Harry's legs, kissing the inside of his thighs until Harry's attention was back on him.

"I love you too, you know," Brogan said, looking handsome as his cheeks filled with color. He gripped Harry and started stroking him, and Harry thought one thing and one thing only – it was bloody fantastic to have a birthday.

To say Ginny enjoyed riding his face was probably an understatement. Harry couldn't remember hearing her make quite those sounds before. She held on and roughly pushed against the headboard, making it slap against the wall and it was the best fucking thing he had ever heard. He used his tongue judiciously; it was all he had, after all, and he loved her the best way he knew how – he gave her everything.

Not to be outdone, Brogan sucked Harry with a fervor, using mouth and hands and tongue and goodness, it just felt as though he was being pleasured in all parts of his body. Ginny's scent was pouring over him, the taste of her drenching his mouth. Harry moaned against her clit as she rocked forward and when Brogan gently penetrated him, fingers exploring, Harry almost came on the spot – it was too much almost – too much stimulation. He had a brief sense of his legs thrashing but didn't care and pushed up with his hips and with his mouth and they were all just – gone.

Ginny shuddered over him and if his hands had been free, Harry knew he would have held her down to ride out the wave of her release, but apparently, he wasn't the only one feeling too much at one time. Ginny's body was flushed bright red and she moaned, her voice low and throaty as she lay down next to him. She captured his mouth, kissing him sweetly and he knew she could taste herself. They broke apart and watched Brogan continue to go down on Harry as though he was in his own world.

"Merlin, that's so hot to watch," she murmured, kissing Harry again. She slid down to join Brogan and she kissed him when he pulled his mouth away for a moment. Harry stretched out his legs and grunted, needing more. They both looked up at him, mirrored expressions of lust on their faces, and Harry ached to touch them.

"Come here, Brogan," Harry ordered. And he knew, he could hear it in his voice, that this was a command. Even though Harry was the one tied up, the other man complied instantly, and Harry shuddered with pleasure, giving into that untamed side of himself that wanted to be obeyed. Harry then nodded at Ginny, fixing her with a firm look. She grinned as she climbed on top of him, catching his mood. She straddled him as Harry closed his eyes, using his wandless magic to break his restraints; he'd had enough of being tied up.

Brogan moaned and swore as Harry turned towards him, pulling him closer. Ginny began to ride him as Harry took Brogan deep with his mouth and it was sublime. Using his newly found freedom with his hands, Harry started stroking his lover as he moved his mouth lower and lower. He suckled one of Brogan's bollocks into his mouth and the other man half-moaned, half-grunted out his name, his hand roughly snaking into Harry's hair. He eventually licked upwards and then paused to watch as Ginny started to undulate rather creatively with her hips. She clenched tightly around him and he could feel that his body was close. Brogan leaned over to kiss her and she eagerly wrapped her arms around the other man. He lay back and watched them, wanting things he couldn't even begin to put into words. Ginny turned her attention back to Harry, her legs tight around his body and she let out a low and wanton moan.

"Fuck. Just like that, Gin, yeah," Harry mumbled as she pushed forward with her hips again. He felt his release tumbling towards him with ecstasy and he turned back to Brogan, working his hands up Brogan's flat stomach and then back down to grip him firmly, stroking him the way he liked it. Harry returned his mouth to his lover, causing the other man to moan rather heatedly, and Harry met his eyes, feeling wholly done in by the pure eroticism of it.

The sensation of loving Brogan while being loved by Ginny was absolutely exquisite, and Harry moaned as his body let go, pleasure breaking out across him. He pushed up into Ginny as she cried out and held on to him. It was heat, it was joy…it was bliss.

It didn't take Brogan long to follow them into the abyss, and Harry was soon tasting the salty sweetness of him and tried not to miss a drop. Feeling more than bold, Harry was unabashed about wanting it all, fiercely holding onto his lover. Even when Brogan tried to pull away - perhaps out of guilt, worry, or embarrassment - Harry didn't know, he still held him in place, taking everything the other man had to give him. He'd been denied riding out Ginny's climax; he wasn't going to miss this one and swallowed with enthusiasm to make up for his lack of finesse.

Finally, after Brogan had fallen forward, gasping for air and clutching at Harry. They eventually all stilled and the three of them collapsed together. Ginny was still attached to him and she stretched out over his body, her warmth still surrounding him like warm, sensual honey. Brogan sighed as he lay next to Harry, looking sweaty and gorgeous and as though he was completely wiped out, which made Harry feel pretty proud. Harry kissed the side of his head and then kissed Ginny, who lifted her head and pushed her hair out of the way. She beamed at him when they broke apart.

"How do you like your birthday so far, love?"

Harry answered with a wide grin. "It's fucking fantastic." He paused as Brogan gave a tired chuckle and Harry put an arm around them each. "What's next?"

o-o-o-o-o

After resting for a bit, Brogan offered to make them a proper 'Irish' fry up for breakfast, so Ginny and Harry snuggled together in bed. He'd already floated in a tray of tea and pumpkin juice for them, which they were enjoying – Harry was on his second glass; apparently, he needed to replenish his energies. After their morning activities, she couldn't blame him – their lovemaking had been inspired. She decided to give Harry his presents, that is, the ones she got for him by herself. The work-room she and Brogan designed for him they would reveal to him later when everyone showed up for pizza.

In a way, Ginny was almost glad they'd not had to get up and go to her parent's house. This felt more…grown up and personal, giving him his presents in bed. Not to mention the luxury of lingering in bed with each other. Ginny made a vow to herself that each time anyone had a birthday from here on out, it would be celebrated exactly like this one.

Harry smirked as he unwrapped her first box; she'd tried to be creative with wrapping it so he was honestly surprised when he opened up the drawing kit she'd purchased at Flourish & Blotts. It came with extra drafting quills, extra magical paper, and other odds and ends that the package reassured her would be what today's budding magic-builder on the go would need. Harry looked fascinated by all of it.

"Do you know what half of that stuff is for?" Ginny asked as he looked at each item. "Because if so, I am very impressed, Harry."

"Well, most of them," he said. "But there's also a huge cheat sheet included to explain them to me. I love it, thanks, Gin. I am sure it will come in handy in the coming months." He kissed her forehead, smiling.

It was only with a little trepidation that she handed him her second present. She bit her lip as he tore the wrapping off. Swallowing roughly as he removed the lid, Ginny watched his face, suddenly nervous. She hoped he liked it.

Harry stared at the picture frame, his mouth falling open a little bit. He glanced at her, his eyes wide and then he tentatively reached in to pull it out. When he didn't say anything, Ginny's nerves got the best of her.

"Oh, I know, it's a lame sort of present and I'll make it up to you later, but erm, Andrew helped me make the frame. Well, okay, he did most of it, but I took the pictures and developed them and erm, chose the wood and he told me to imbue it with this spell to keep it from breaking…Harry?"

Harry's eyes were full of what almost looked suspiciously looked like tears. He blinked at the picture frame and then at her. "You…you made this? For me?"

"Yeah, I know, it's a bit naff, right? I just didn't want to buy you a book, and well-"

Before she could finish, Harry kissed her fiercely. When they finally broke apart, his cheeks were pink and his eyes were a bit wet.

"I think it's the most brilliant gift I have ever received."

Ginny felt her face heat. "Are you sure? I mean…it's just photographs of me and Brogan but I thought since you know, you're all about preserving memories now.…"

"Gin, I love it," Harry said sincerely. He sniffed as he traced his fingers across the photo in the middle – it was of her and Brogan smiling and waving at him. She had gone with doing the center photo in the wizarding style since so many of the other ones they'd done were stationary. The frame, in the shape of a wide tree with branches, was made out of mahogany and had room for six other photos besides the one in the middle. She had filled each "branch" with either a picture of Brogan or of herself, but the one in the middle was the two of them together. Ginny, who usually hated photographs of herself had to admit they looked rather good together. The Brogan in the photo winked at her as though even as a picture he could sense her emotions.

Harry traced his fingers over the wood. "This is a really nice carving. You picked the wood out? Good choice. It's sturdy and will weather all sorts of storms. Highly symbolic, you know. Sort of like the three of us, yeah?"

Ginny smiled. "You really like it?'

"I absolutely bloody love it," Harry said and he kissed her gently. He marveled at her when they broke apart. "Why wouldn't I? Now all I need is a desk to put it on."

Before Ginny could answer him, Brogan popped his head in the bedroom. "Breakfast is served. Oh, is that the frame you made? Let me see."

Harry held it out to him and Ginny felt her face heat as Brogan oohed and aahed over it. It was just a frame.

To change the subject, Ginny got out of bed and smirked at them. "Brogan, Harry says all he needs now is a desk to put it on."

Brogan raised an eyebrow. "Well, the day is still young, Harry. I mean, Tonks and Remus have to get you something, yeah?"

"Oh, they don't need to get me anything at all, and I hope they realize that. Now since they're planning for their family they need to keep all their money."

As they entered the kitchen, Ginny noticed quite a few parcels around Hedwig's perch near the window. Brogan saw her look and nodded.

"Aye, it's been a steady stream since I've been out here cooking. Your mail, Harry."

"All this is for me?" Harry asked, sounding stunned. Ginny shook her head. He'd rid the world of evil many times over but he was always sincerely gobsmacked if anyone remembered his birthday. She started helping herself to what smelled like a delicious fry up as he started going through the various letters and parcels. Ginny smiled and decided to make a plate up for Harry, thinking he could at least eat at the table while he went through everything.

As she and Brogan ate, Harry opened the cards and letters first. Some were from the magic-builders, which Ginny thought was very nice of the lads. He received a very nice card and an even nicer cheque from Solace, which even impressed Brogan. Then, he received birthday cards from Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, as well as Kingsley and various Aurors that Ginny wasn't even sure knew Harry personally. Then a second bunch was from her family – Bill and Fleur, Fred and Angelina, (who sent Harry a coupon for one free item from their shop, price no object), and George and Kath sent a box full of ingredients for them to make various drinks with so Harry and Brogan could "get his sister pissed, since she's such a blazing alcoholic, haha only kidding, Gin."

Brogan liked that gift the most and she could already tell he was itching to try it out tonight with their pizza party. As she eyed the extra-large bottle of Ogden's as well as a local Irish ale they'd tried while at the Inn, she had a feeling Ron would like the gift, too. Brogan started setting up the various bottles on one of the counters for easy access.

Unfortunately, Ginny noticed there were two noticeable exceptions to Harry's birthday haul – there was nothing from her parents. She hadn't expected her father to send anything, but surely her mum would? Almost as though on cue, Ginny recognized Hermes landing on the sill, carrying two envelopes. She got up to grab them and petted the bird on the back of its head.

"Hey, Hermes. Percy let you out, eh?" The owl hooted and bobbed its head rather smartly. She fed him a treat and watched as Hermes flew away. She looked down and recognized Percy's tidy scrawl on the first envelope and her mother's slightly messier one on the second.

"Percy and Mum have ganged up, apparently," she said, handing the cards to Harry.

He looked at them for a moment and opened Percy's first. "That was nice of him," Harry said, handing the card to Ginny to read. Inside the card was a book with tips about saving money for the future. Ginny giggled.

"I think he's taking the piss," she said. Harry smirked as he opened the second card.

Inside her mum's card was a small box, which Harry enlarged with a wave of his hand. It turned out to be a very small treacle tart, just enough for him to enjoy – which was fine, her mum knew she'd planned on making a bigger one later in the day. There was also a letter included for Ginny and he handed it to her, sneaking a bite of the tart, not even bothering to use a fork.

Ginny almost didn't want to read the letter, afraid it might ruin her day. But, if she didn't read it now then she knew it would buzz at the back of her mind all day until she did. Getting up under the pretense of grabbing more tea, she unfolded the letter as she stood in the cold-pantry for some small semblance of privacy.

Ginny –

Your father has requested you come home for a talk. He promises to listen to you and to have a mature discussion about everything. Please let us know when would be a good time.

-Mum

Ps. Please hug Harry and wish him happy birthday for me

P.p.s. Your father is trying to understand dear, I promise. Please meet him halfway.

Ginny sighed. Her first impulse was to suggest meeting her parents sometime the day after never but knew that was childish of her. She folded the letter up and slipped it into her dressing gown pocket. She felt the weight of being estranged from her father quite keenly suddenly, and closed her eyes, pushing the emotion away from her. It was Harry's birthday! She would not worry about anything bad or sad today, or let herself get bogged down in sour emotions. Making up her mind, she nodded to herself and rejoined the men, pushing the thoughts of her disapproving father out of her head.

o-o-o-o-o

After finally finishing with breakfast and cleaning up, Ginny told the boys she was going to have some girl time and take a long, hot bubble bath. Harry was dismayed to find that not even pledging to wash her back without any silly business would bend her into allowing the boys to join her.

So Brogan and Harry were outside at the far end of the garden, sitting under a shady tree, relaxing. Butterbeers and some fruit, mostly strawberries, and grapes, were set in a large bowl being kept cool by a stasis charm. It was a lovely day, Harry had to admit. It was warm but not too much, and there was a slight breeze, which would occasionally blow the sweet fragrance of the garden flowers towards them. It didn't smell as pretty as Ginny's flowery scent, but it was nice.

"So, since Ginny gave you her presents earlier, I reckon it's my turn," Brogan said. He sounded almost shy. He used his wand to enlarge two boxes, one flat and square, and the other one was much smaller. Brogan handed the bigger one to Harry first with a nervous shrug.

"I love birthdays, have I mentioned?" Harry said, grinning. He leaned over and kissed Brogan, to put his lover's mind at ease. He didn't know why his two favorite people thought he wouldn't enjoy their gifts; they could have got him absolutely nothing and he would still have liked just spending the day as they already had. Great shagging, great breakfast, and great company. It was one of the most perfect days Harry had spent in his life and they hadn't even had the pizza yet.

He tore the wrapping paper off to reveal a large book – he snickered internally at the fact that Hermione was now book giver #2 in his life and flipped it open. It was about furniture making – Build a Better Bedroom Set and Other Needful Things, the Witch & Wizard Way! It looked very interesting to Harry, and he smiled at Brogan.

"It's brilliant, thank you."

Brogan rolled his eyes a bit, seemingly embarrassed. "I know, it's a book. Very boring, but…I wanted to give you something to help with the house. And I noticed you hardly have any books that have to do with furniture making."

"Yeah, I just have the one. I was sort of thinking about it the other day, to be honest. I don't want to make all of our furniture by wand, but maybe one or two select pieces? I think it'd be neat to have a dining room table that I made myself or maybe an extra-large bed made especially for three." Harry waggled his eyebrows, feeling goofy as Brogan laughed at him.

Brogan smiled and then looked at the other gift in his hand. After biting his lip for a long moment, he finally handed the small box over to Harry.

"This is…the personal one. And..Merlin, I hope you're okay with it. Shite, this is nerve-wracking."

Harry frowned. "Why is it nerve-wracking to give me a gift?"

Brogan took a deep breath as though to launch into an explanation and then stopped himself. He finally gave Harry a little grin. "You'll see."

Harry shrugged and pulled off the wrapping paper to reveal a blue velvet jewelry box. He glanced at Brogan, who had started to blush – two bright spots of pink on his cheeks. Harry opened the box to find a silver ring that showed a heart that was surrounded by two small hands, and on top of the hands sat a small crown.

"I found that large piece of Waystone that Ginny used to open the portal with so you two could, erm, get me back. It was no longer viable to use it to make jewelry out of it, but I was told I could still use the stone as a base. That's why the ring is so heavy," Brogan said, nodding at it. "It just felt right to use that stone."

Harry removed the ring and marveled at it; it felt very heavy. Brogan continued.

"So they worked a bit of platinum into it give it that silver finish. It's a Claddagh ring, an Irish thing. You know us, always have to be different in all things. Erm, do you know what those are?"

Harry shook his head. "Not really, no." He turned the ring over in his hand. It was a very handsome ring and he felt his heart beat a bit faster as he realized what it probably meant – what Brogan was truly giving him.

"So, the Claddagh. It's a type of Fede ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty and the heart, of course…ahem, represents love. Look, I know when we first discovered that our bracelets linked us for life, I know my reaction was…well, I am sure you thought I was upset because you thought that I thought you'd trapped me, but I really didn't, Harry. I mean, I didn't think that. Erm, so this is me, giving you a ring in response. And, well, I bought one for Ginny and myself too, but I wanted to give you yours first. Because I love you, the both of you, and I want you to know that you both have my heart, my friendship, and my loyalty. Always."

"What's a Fede ring?" Harry asked, feeling touched and yet still exhilarated by his words.

"Erm, it's Italian, I think, hmm, mani in Fede, which literally means hands clasped in faith," Brogan paused and touched his hand, joining it with his. His blue eyes were bright – almost as bright as the sky that shone above them. "It means you have my fidelity. You both do. You have my heart, too. And of course, my friendship. Claddagh rings have a special meaning. There's a special way to wear them," Brogan paused before slipping the ring over Harry's finger, his hands trembling slightly. Harry could tell that all of Brogan was trembling, as though nervous. "Erm, if you wear it with the heart facing out, towards the world, it means you're available. If you wear it with the heart facing inward, it means you're taken. Spoken for. It means you belong to someone."

Brogan leaned closer to him and looked as breathless as Harry felt. "I reckon I'm hoping you'll wear it with the heart facing down. Because I want to belong to you. To you and Ginny. If you'll have me, that is. And I want you to belong to me. If that's, erm…acceptable to you."

Brogan waved his wand at his hand and his ring appeared already on his hand, heart turned inward, of course. He gave Harry a questioning look as he joined their hands again, the two rings rubbing together. Harry slowly let his answer fill his face by way of a smile. Brogan swallowed roughly and licked his lips, eyes turning that wonderfully darker shade of blue. Harry worked his hand around the other man's neck, letting his fingers get lost in his hair, and pulled him closer until their lips were almost touching. Brogan shivered as Harry released a slow breath.

"Acceptable? You daft sod. Of course, I want to belong to you as well as to Ginny. You're both…you're both a part of me. I will gladly wear this ring any way you want me to, Brogan. I'm proud to belong Ginny, and to you. I don't care who knows it."

Brogan smiled and it was like seeing the sun after a cloudy day. They kissed and continued for quite some time. Harry was unsure what might have happened in the grass had Ginny not finally found them. She sat down next to Brogan and looked at their hands as they both sat back up. She grinned at them as she nodded at Harry's new ring, immediately cottoning on.

"You two finally sort yourselves then?"

Harry nodded, feeling incredibly happy. Brogan reached into his pocket and pulled out a similar box, handing it to her.

"This is yours, Miss Weasley. My humble offering to your wild, untamable heart. I wanted something to show that we all belong to each other. I love you."

Ginny blushed and opened the box. Her ring was daintier and slimmer, but just as handsome. As Brogan explained the meaning behind the Claddagh to her and how to wear it, Harry squeezed Brogan's hand in his and rested his head on his shoulder. Ginny nodded at Brogan and kissed him and then looked at Harry, eyes shining. Harry pulled her to him, and the three of them hugged, each one immensely happy.

o-o-o-o-o

"I don't know, I still like the pepperoni the best," Ron said, taking another bite of his pizza. "Still, the pineapple's not atrocious or anything."

Harry nodded as they sat out in the garden, the fairy lights Ginny had hung twinkling around them. Personally, he liked the pineapple, and secretly hoped no one else did so he could eat more of it. Hermione joined them, handing them both napkins. Harry noticed she'd opted for the vegetarian option and made a face as he noted the broccoli. Broccoli on pizza! If only his cousin had eaten that instead. Harry snickered to himself at the idea of Dudley eating something green on purpose.

The evening was clear and Harry had never noticed it before, but the sky near Hogsmeade was full of stars. It must be because they weren't near any Muggle towns or very many street lamps. He could hear the sound of crickets and Roisin was trying to sniff one out near them, but she was having no luck. Ron snorted at the half-kneazle.

"I think we should introduce Roisin to Crookshanks. I'm fairly sure that old cat could teach yours a world of tricks."

"We should do that," Hermione said, nodding. "But I fear Roisin might be too excitable for Crookshanks though. He's not a young cat anymore."

Harry and Ron exchanged glances and didn't say anything. Hermione was sort of tetchy about her cat these days since he was getting older and less…active.

"Okay, who wants to try a Witch's Tit," Brogan said, bringing a new round of drinks over. They'd previously had a Wizard's Wink and a Marching Leprechaun, which Harry hadn't cared for. Too much firewhiskey in it. But this new drink was a soft pink and looked sort of luscious, with strawberries and crushed ice, which made it look like a Slushie.

Hermione snorted at Brogan. "Charming name. Where are you getting the recipes for these?"

"I asked my bookcase for a bartending book. I'm working my way through it. Remus is making something called a Feverish Banshee for the next round."

Ron smacked his lips as he took a big drink. "Ah, remind me to tell George to get me what he got you when my birthday comes around. Bloody brilliant. Of course, knowing George, he'll send me spices or stamps or something."

Harry chuckled. He stood up and looked at his friend's plates. "Anyone need seconds?"

Ron nodded and handed him his plate. "Pepperoni only, Harry. Ta."

Hermione shook her head. "No, this is my last piece. I don't know where you two put it all."

"We have both have a hollow leg, of course," Harry said smirking.

He and Brogan walked back towards the house. Brogan nudged him with his shoulder.

"Enjoying your dinner party?"

Harry nodded. "It's fantastic. I honestly don't know what I did to deserve you guys, but I'm glad for it. You're all spoiling me."

"Just wait until everyone goes home and we'll spoil you some more," Brogan murmured, reaching out and playfully slapping Harry's bum.

Harry chuckled. Tonks was standing at the door, a glass of water in her hand.

"Wotcher, Harry. All right?"

"Brilliant," Harry said. Brogan continued into the kitchen and Harry stopped to talk to her. "How's the baby doing?"

Tonks looked down at her stomach, patting it affectionately. She was just slightly rounder there but only to people who knew how slim she truly was. An outsider might not guess she was pregnant yet, which Harry knew was how she wanted it for the time being.

"When are you going to tell Kingsley?"

"Oh, soon. Remus wants me to stop working completely, as you know. Honestly, you men. We're strong enough to bear your children but, oh no, I can't work anymore. I mean, as soon as I tell Kings, he's going to stick me at a desk anyway. What trouble could I possibly get into? Plus, it'd be nice for the extra months of salary."

"Hey, Tonks, I wanted to ask you something serious." Harry looked around and made sure Remus was still busy helping Brogan and Ginny in the kitchen. The three of them were laughing at something. He turned back to Tonks and decided just to go for it. "Do you think Kingsley would hire Remus on as a consultant? For these bombs that keep going off? It's only…Kingsley owes me a favor, and I was thinking of cashing in on it so you two would have more money coming in."

"Harry…that's…well, that's really sweet. But I am not sure Remus would go for it if he knew it was done as a favor to you. You know how he is."

"Yeah, I do," Harry said, frowning. Damn Gryffindor pride. "Do you think you could work on Remus for me? I mean, you got him to marry you and father your child, you must have some powers of persuasion at your beck and call."

Tonks guffawed loudly; so loudly that the three people in the kitchen stopped and looked at them with raised eyebrows. Harry rolled his eyes. "Just think about it, okay? I know Remus needs to feel as if he's a part of something and working towards a solution. He deserves this. And he'd be good; better than half the louts the Ministry currently has."

Her eyes looked watery for a moment, and she nodded her head. Harry entered the kitchen, holding up his plates.

"More pizza for me and Ron, please."

"Harry, save room for your dessert," Ginny said as she nodded at the treacle she'd just removed from the oven. It did look delicious, he had to admit.

"One more piece, love, that's all," Harry promised. "You know I won't let all your hard work baking go for nothing. I'll eat the biggest piece."

"Well, don't go crazy, Harry," Remus said dryly. "I'm sure Ginny wants you awake later and not in a sugar coma."

"Hmm, Harry in a sugar coma sounds peaceful," Ginny said, teasingly.

They all eventually wandered outside, with Ron looking exasperated it had taken Harry so long for his refill of pizza. Brogan lit a fire in the stone pit. Ginny and he sat down at the edge of it so they could face the group.

Talk soon turned to birthday presents and Harry blushed as Ron and Hermione each gave him cards. Ron's was as he'd already told Harry – a fully paid weekend for the three of them at Kath's inn.

"Yeah, and you had best enjoy it. George didn't even give me a family discount," Ron grumbled.

"I didn't know you were related to the McNamara's, Ron," Brogan said, smirking.

Hermione's card was a gift certificate for Flourish & Blotts ("It's tradition she buys you some form of book, mate," Ron said affectionately) and also one for the Three Broomsticks. When Harry questioned her, Hermione merely smiled and said it was more of a gift for Ginny and Brogan, to save them from having to cook all time. Harry wasn't sure he should be pleased or embarrassed that she knew him so well.

Remus and Tonks gave him a set of very nice-looking Professor's robes and a long silver chain that held a whistle. Harry blinked at them.

"A little bird, er, rather a cat, told us you might have a need for those," Remus said, nodding at him. Harry hadn't even told Ron and Hermione yet about accepting the coaching position, but he guessed the kneazle was out of the bag now. He quickly told them about it and Hermione was happy he'd be at the school with her, at least somewhat, and Ron was impressed Harry would get paid to fly around and talk about Quidditch.

"Ahem," Ginny said, clearing her throat. "Brogan and I have one more gift for the birthday boy-"

"Uh, yeah, this is where I remind you that I'm your brother and how easily scarred I am," Ron said. Hermione shushed him, but Harry saw her laugh under her breath.

Ginny stuck her tongue out at her brother and continued. "Harry, you know we love you, but we have noticed that most of the house has sort been taken over by your parchments."

"And your building books and your rather large collection of broken quills sticking out everywhere," Brogan said.

"Thank Merlin that's not a euphemism," Ron muttered loudly.

"Ron!"

"And as such," Brogan continued, talking over the bickering couple. "We have decided to give you an entire room just for you. If you'll follow us?"

He and Ginny led the party to the spare bedroom. Harry frowned. What were they on about? Brogan did something to the door and the image changed before their eyes. Instead of looking in at what he thought had been an empty bedroom, he was now looking in at an entirely changed room – it was an office. For him.

Instead of a bed, there was now a giant drafting table, perfect for drawing at. Off to the side was a filing system of sorts, and he noticed all of his plans in all their variations were neatly organized. There was a small kettle, and a collection of his favorite biscuits so he wouldn't have to leave the room if he got peckish. There was plenty of light fixtures as well as one that hung over the center of the desk, to give him more coverage. Ginny came to stand next to him and took his hand.

"Close your eyes, love."

Harry did so and she led him to the desk, or so he thought. Once he had sat and she had him arranged him just so, she moved to stand behind him, judging by where her voice was when she next spoke.

"Okay, open them, Harry."

Harry stared at the wall across from the desk and saw everyone he cared about beaming back at him. It was a huge photo collage – some were stationary and some moved. There was a picture of Sirius – before Azkaban, looking oh, so young and so handsome. Harry glanced at Remus who gave him a small smile. Then there were his parents, looking carefree and happy, their lives still in front of them. Harry swallowed roughly. Then there was Hagrid, even one of the giant and Dumbledore, which he knew must have come from Hagrid's private collection. There were also various shots around the school of Hermione, Ron, and him. Merlin, had he ever been that young, that skinny and that short? Yes, yes, he had been.

There were many of Ginny, but his favorite was one where she looked unbelievably young and was dressed in her school robes. She was beaming at Harry yet shyly looking away. It must have been taken right before her first year. Harry felt himself get choked up – she looked so innocent, so carefree. Next were pictures of Neville and…he had to laugh, for whatever it was he was looking at could only have come from Luna. A Crumpled Horn Snorkack, no doubt. He saw a few of Tonks, alone and with Remus, and one from their wedding day, both of them waving at him in between kisses.

And then there was a few (only a few, unfortunately) of a young boy – with dark hair and a quick smile and even then Harry could tell Brogan had been a charmer. Isn't that what Kath had said? Harry smirked as he realized Brogan was holding a book in each photo, like a security blanket.

"The best part," Ginny said as she moved into his line of vision after he'd taken a moment to catch his breath. "Is that if you release the charm, the pictures will rotate and give you more room to add new ones. So we can keep building with more and more photos, Harry. More moments to savor, more moments for you to keep and cherish. What do you think? Is it all right?"

Harry stood and went to her, pulling her into his arms. He hugged her fiercely, not caring that everyone was watching.

"I think it's bloody brilliant, and I love you, you daft woman."

He turned to his friends – no, his family – and he couldn't see for a moment because he had something in his eyes. Yes, that's what it was; Harry wasn't crying. When he could see again he met each of their gazes and smiled.

"I love all of you. Thank you. So very much."

Ginny grinned at him, her eyes watery too, and he blinked, feeling shook. Brogan joined them and gently touched his back, and Harry's feelings of being overwhelmed eased somewhat. He nodded his head, grateful for the help.

He was grateful for everything.

o-o-o-o-o

"I still can't believe you two did that bedroom without me knowing," Harry said, sounding awed.

Ginny smirked at him from where she sat on the edge of the tub. Brogan and Harry had wanted to take a bath to relax after everyone had left, but she had opted to stay dry. She still wanted to be with them, though. She smiled at her new ring and felt positively bursting with happiness. It had been a near-perfect day, and Brogan giving them their rings had been the cherry on top of the trifle. Or, well, in Harry's case, the top of the treacle. Ginny smiled to herself as she flexed her fingers. Brogan's ring looked very nice sitting next to her Waystone ring.

"Well, it did help that you were out of the house most of the day there for a bit," Brogan said from his corner of the tub. He blew on the big purple bubbles that had floated to his part of the bath and they glided their way over towards Harry, who volleyed them right back.

"Are you two almost done?" Ginny asked as they continue to play some weird sort of bubble game Harry had devised.

Harry smirked at her. "Anxious to get your hands on my body again, eh, Gin?"

"No, anxious for you to get your hands on mine, Harry."

"Oh, ho," Brogan chuckled. He sobered after a moment. "Erm, if you two want to have some time alone, I can go for a walk. I mean, I don't mind."

Harry made a hrumpf sort of noise and splashed at him. "When are you going to realize you're a part of this relationship, too? I mean, you gave us rings, Brogan. I don't care if it's officially decreed that we're married now or not. I feel it in here." Harry put his hand on his heart.

"I know, but, erm, you're you guys. I, erm…." Brogan stopped and blushed, apparently realizing how silly he sounded. "I know you need Harry and Ginny time."

"Don't worry about that," Ginny said as she stood. The loo was getting far too steamy and it was frizzing out her hair. She wanted to look somewhat presentable when she put on her new lingerie. She gave Brogan an affectionate look. "You heard him, Brogan. You're stuck with us good and plenty now. You don't have to be so self-effacing."

When neither man appeared to want to move from the warm water, Ginny rolled her eyes. "All right, I'm going into the other room to have some explicit Ginny-time in the sexy new lingerie I bought. You two sods can prune up in here all you want."

Harry and Brogan looked at each other and started finishing their bath. Ginny smirked and closed the door behind her as she left. She knew they'd be along shortly with that particular motivation.

She went to the bedroom and pulled her new clothes out of her hiding place. It really was a lovely thing – the top part was sheer (of course it was sheer, was lingerie ever not sheer? Ginny didn't think so) but it came with a matching bra. A powder blue that set off her freckled skin nicely, if she did say so herself. The bottom was just a pair of lacy knickers, but they reminded her of Brogan's pants almost. They were low and cut to hug her bum like a boy's pair of shorts. She knew she looked good in them – they emphasized all of her curves in just the right way. She dimmed the lights a bit in the bedroom and arranged herself on the bed, fluffing her hair out behind her.

Harry and Brogan were laughing when they entered the room, each of them just wearing their towels around their middle. Ginny licked her lips in anticipation, she did enjoy a clean Harry and a clean Brogan. They both came up short when they saw her and Ginny couldn't resist the smirk that bloomed across her face.

"Oh, erm, wow," Harry muttered, looking stunned.

"Aye," Brogan agreed, swallowing.

"Still want to go for that walk, Brogan, and leave me all to this one?"

"No, not really. That's…wow, that's absolutely lovely, Ginny."

"I really like those knickers on you," Harry said, voice dropping an octave. Ginny smiled flirtatiously at him. She turned over so they could both get a good look at her backside.

"Enough to tear them off me with your teeth?" she asked cheekily as she looked back over her shoulder at them.

Always a man of action when he needed to be, Harry grunted and then was flung off his towel, climbing up the bed to her. He was already semi-hard against her as he slid in between her legs, his body rubbing against hers.

"Oh, fuck, Gin, you arse looks amazing in these things," Harry mumbled, hands exploring already.

Brogan, who had also lost his towel, sat down next to them. He lightly touched the lace around the rim of the knickers, fingers hot against her skin.

Ginny decided she was in the mood for a few things before they got carried away. "Harry, roll to the side, please, love."

Harry didn't move at first, still gazing longingly at her arse. He then realized what she'd asked and nodded, rolling to the side, looking only slightly disappointed. Ginny turned over and patted the section next to her for Brogan to stretch out in.

She gazed at both of her men, both ready for her, and reached out to touch them. Ginny shivered, feeling her excitement spike. She loved being in the middle; she loved having their undivided attention, as well.

Harry started kissing her neck as she stroked him and Brogan just kissed her, blue eyes wide with desire. She stroked him too as their lips met and she moaned against his mouth. Harry lowered his head to her breasts, kissing her through the thin fabric. With a wave of his hand, her bra disappeared and Ginny pouted for a moment.

"It looks better without it," Harry assured her, mouth descending on her breasts once more. She soon agreed as Brogan joined him on the other side, both of their dark heads meeting in the middle. Ginny shuddered and felt slightly naughty, but oh, so good. They tenderly sucked and kissed each nipple as she continued to work her hands around them. It was difficult, but she managed to not let go of either of them. She felt as though she was already soaking and when Brogan's finger slipped under the soft hem of the knickers to gently probe her sex, she almost came on the spot. Harry lifted his head and gave her a knowing look. His eyes were a dark green storm of passion and she responded to his lidded gaze by leaning forward and kissing him. She reluctantly let go of Brogan, but he seemed okay with it.

Brogan kissed his way down her stomach, careful not to tickle her, which she was appreciative of. She could feel his warm breath against her sex and nodded as he flicked his eyes up to her as though asking permission. She widened her legs, and both she and Harry watched as he closed his mouth over her mound, sucking her through the fabric of the knickers. Ginny swooned and lay back, taking Harry with her. He growled in her ear, kissing her neck again. Brogan watched them both as he moved his tongue up and down, creating a tract through the knickers, shaping her sex. Ginny squirmed, wanting him to just remove them, but he continued to slowly eat her out through the thin fabric, eyes never leaving them.

"Why is that so hot?" Harry murmured, kissing her and watching him. Ginny didn't know, but hot it most definitely was and her body was like molten fire underneath his tongue.

Harry sat up and then joined him. The two men kissed over her and Ginny moaned wantonly. Brogan grinned wickedly, and Ginny felt excitement pass through her because she knew he'd just had a creative idea that her body was probably going to very much enjoy. He whispered in Harry's ear and Harry nodded and then winked at Ginny, settling his mouth where Brogan's had been. Where Brogan had been almost languid about his movements, Harry was much more enthusiastic and he soon had Ginny panting for more. Brogan touched him on the shoulder at the worst time; she had been almost there. But the wicked glint in Harry's eye made her bite her tongue as she waited. She felt the cool brush of his magic as he cast the cleansing spell.

She released a low breath as Brogan stood and grabbed his wand from the bedside table. A moment later, she felt her body float up and knew he had cast the floating charm. Harry sat up and resumed his ministrations and Ginny almost didn't recognize her voice as she cried out, her body responding almost immediately. Brogan disappeared underneath her and she soon felt his breath on her backside and then the pleasing wetness of his mouth and tongue, followed by his fingers stretching her open.

Ginny stretched and moaned as Harry and Brogan worked her body together. She knew nothing but pleasure as they loved her. She reached down and rested her hand in Harry's hair, tugging on it. She hung loosely above Brogan as he explored her backside. Both men still refused to remove the knickers but Ginny didn't care anymore. It was almost anti-climatic when Brogan finally did lower them.

She felt as though she were melting between them. Harry sucked her clit between his lips and only moved back so Brogan could lower the knickers completely. Ginny knew she was panting and moaning the dirtiest things, but was completely without care. Her body was humming along to that dizzying edge and she wanted it – she wanted them.

As if sensing she was at her breaking point, Harry pulled back and she was confused momentarily until she felt the rush of magic against her body as he released Brogan's floating spell and cast the lubrication spell directly after. She floated down to Brogan easily enough and she moaned as his body was suddenly just there where his mouth had been and he was sliding into her and she was being filled completely. So full, so much, so everything. She needed them. Both of them inside of her. Now.

"Yes, that's it," Brogan murmured in her ear. "You want us both, don't you, Gin?"

Ginny didn't realize she'd been mumbling her needs out loud. She nodded her head as his hands wrapped around her waist and he thrust up, causing her whole body to shake. Harry got up on his knees and watched them, eyes blazing. Ginny parted her legs in a welcoming way and he nodded taking himself in hand. Brogan stilled his movement as Harry leaned in, slipping into her body with ease. They all paused as the sensation of being joined filled them.

"Oh, fuck," Harry said, as he settled in. He reached out and touched Ginny on the chin, cupping her face. "I love you," he said as he started to move. Brogan waited for a beat and then he too began to slowly thrust and Ginny gave herself over to it completely. She was theirs. They were hers. They were all one.

Thanks to the Copulatus spell she and Harry had had to endure, Ginny was no stranger to intense pleasure. She knew how lucky she was. She knew how fortunate she was to have not one, but two incredible lovers. But the climax that was starting to build within her was the most intense thing she had ever felt. She wasn't even sure where they were anymore – was it a bed? A cloud? Were they all floating together? She watched Harry make love to her as Brogan whispered in her ear and she knew nothing but release as it cascaded through her body, wave after wonderful wave. She felt wetness on her face and knew her release had made her cry. She clutched Harry to her, calling for him, needing him to anchor her before she disappeared into so much sensation.

She felt Harry as he hit that spot deep inside her and he swore as he came, pumping into her as though against his will. He was rough and she knew it would hurt later but she did not care. She wanted him to let go, to feel it all and he moaned her name as he continued to thrust inside her. Brogan gripped her hips and shifted upwards and she knew Harry could feel him as he continued to thrust. Harry leaned down and kissed Brogan and she held on to them both until Brogan was done, his moans sounding like pure sex to her ears.

They eventually stopped and Ginny saw stars behind her lids and whimpered as Harry eventually removed himself. Brogan held onto her as he slipped out of her body and she was bereft in the worse possible way. But they both curled around her as Brogan turned them over to their sides and she felt the cool breeze of magic again, as Harry cleaned them off. Ginny knew she was fading fast and reached out, resting her hand on Harry's chest.

"Happy birthday, Harry," she whispered and then allowed unconsciousness to take her.

o-o-o-o-o

Brogan sighed as his eyes fluttered closed but he opened them a moment later, turning towards Harry, as though hearing the other man in the silence.

"Brogan?"

"Yeah?"

Harry popped his head up over Ginny's sleep form, a smile on his face. "We wore her out."

"I think so, yeah."

Harry waited for a beat and then glanced at him. "Erm, do you think…."

"I'm kind of knackered too, Harry."

Even in the dim light of the bedroom, Brogan could see the other man was blushing.

"I only meant, I'm still sort of keyed up from the whole day, and erm, I thought you could make me some of that blackberry and lavender tea? To sort of get me settled?"

Brogan grinned and nodded and they both slipped out of the bed. Harry covered Ginny gently with the blankets, pulling them up around her after they'd both found pajama bottoms to slip on. They padded into the living area and Harry kissed him briefly as he head towards the sofa and Brogan headed into the kitchen to make the tea. By the time he was armed with two cups of tea, Harry had lit a fire and was lounging on the sofa, a happy sort of smile on his face.

Harry took the proffered teacup and scooted sideways. He glanced up at Brogan. "Blokes cuddle on sofas, right?"

Brogan took a sip of his tea and nodded. "This one does."

They arranged themselves comfortably, with Harry spooning behind him. Brogan sighed. He could hear Harry's heart beating and it was a comforting, soothing sort of sound. Harry lowered his head and took a deep breath and Brogan glanced at him.

"Ginny's right, you have a scent fetish," he teased.

"I can't help it, you both smell fantastic to me."

"Hmm. I admit I feel the same."

Brogan looked down at Harry's right hand and realized he'd forgotten something when he'd put the ring on Harry's finger. He had naturally put his own ring on his left without even considering it. Brogan shook his head at himself and his clearly fanciful notions.

"Erm, you know, Harry, there's something else about Claddagh rings and their meaning, and how a person wears them."

"Oh?" Harry asked, looking interested.

"Erm, yeah." Brogan didn't meet Harry's eyes, wondering if he was just being a silly, romantic idiot. "If you wear it on your right hand, with the heart facing down, you're taken, and er, usually engaged, I reckon is the more modern interpretation. Erm, if a person wears it on their left, then…erm, well, they're telling the world that they're betrothed. Married. Joined."

Harry looked down at his hand and Brogan realized he was holding his breath, but he could not take it back now. He wondered if this is what Harry had felt when he'd told him about the bracelets. Harry met his eyes and without saying a word he removed the ring and placed it on his left hand, heart facing inward. Brogan swallowed roughly.

"Thanks for the lesson, Professor," Harry said, a brief smirk on his face. He leaned closer and they kissed, as though that sealed it. Brogan felt his heart start again and made a note to tell Ginny about it later, although as he thought of it, he realized she had naturally already put it on her left hand, next to her Waystone ring.

They didn't say much after that and just cuddled. Brogan finished his tea, setting the cup down on the floor next to them. Harry eventually did the same and floated his cup over them to land next to his. Harry wrapped his arms around him and sighed happily.

"More tea?" Brogan asked.

"Hmm, no, mostly because I don't want you to go anywhere."

Smiling, he turned so that they were facing each other and gently kissed Harry. His response was surprisingly soft and tender. Brogan wasn't thinking of anything and it was a blissful state of being. Harry joined his hand with his and their rings caught the light of the fire, glinting against the half-light. He was so glad now that he'd decided to get the Claddagh rings made for them. Joining his life with theirs was the only thing that made any sense to Brogan. Harry and Ginny were everything to him, and he was glad he'd managed to let them know it by his small gesture.

They snogged for what felt like forever – just kissing, with only minimal touching, so Brogan was a bit surprised as Harry's warm hand suddenly cupped his backside, pushing him closer. His pajama bottoms had somehow been pushed down as if by magic, and he wouldn't put it past the foxy sod to have done it with a wave of his little finger. Harry's eyes were dark and wide as he gazed back at him.

"Still knackered?" Harry asked, voice low.

"Hmm, not much anymore."

"Good, because I didn't want to wait until morning for this."

Their kisses suddenly became more urgent, the excitement of it breaking across their skin. Brogan felt Harry's hardness rub against his own burgeoning need and swore softly in the other man's ear. Harry nipped at his shoulder and lifted his head. Catching a slight flourish of Harry's hand, Brogan felt the strangest sensation of movement and then realized Harry had put them on the floor in front of the fire. There was a soft, plushy blanket under them as well.

"That was brilliant," Brogan said, impressed. "I almost didn't feel a thing."

"Sorry, I decided I needed more room," Harry said, lowering his mouth down to Brogan's neck.

"Yeah? What for?"

Harry raised his head again and fixed him with a feral type of stare."To love you senseless."

With authority, as though Brogan would ever dream of complaining, Harry pushed him back and kissed his way down Brogan's body. His dominant nature was on full display and Brogan shivered in response as he watched him. Harry's dark hair was a mess, sticking up all over, and yet, Brogan had never seen him look more desirable. When Harry reached his middle, he was already straining the pajama bottoms to their limit. He suddenly felt the cool air of the room against his skin, and then blissfully he felt the warm, silky sensation of Harry's mouth and Brogan knew nothing else but love.

He perched himself up on the back of his hands so he could watch, not wanting to miss a thing. Harry was relentless – his enthusiasm for his task was a joy to watch. It made him feel desired in the best way. Brogan rested his hand in Harry's hair and moaned as Harry moved his mouth up and down. He remembered how tentative they'd both been when they'd first got together and here they were now, completely unabashed. Both in Harry's desire to please him and in his desire to be pleased. He watched as Harry stroked himself through his pajama bottoms, causally flicking his eyes up to meet Brogan's. His look was utter lust and Brogan felt shaken to be the receiver of such desire. The pleasure was already starting to zoom through his body, warning him that release was closer than he'd like.

"Harry, if you don't stop…." He let his voice trail off, moaning softly. Harry lifted his head and grinned.

"I don't want to stop. Let go, Brogan. Don't think, just feel. Let me do this for you."

Harry went back to it, his mouth going all the way down and then back up and Brogan did as instructed. He swore, clutching and tugging at Harry's hair as the pressure started to build. Harry must have liked the hair pulling he because moaned against him, the vibrations making Brogan dizzy almost. He watched his lover give him everything he wanted and he grunted, his release working its way to the surface. He gripped Harry's silky hair between his fingers and ground out his warning.

"I'm going to come so fucking hard," he grumbled, and Harry made an approving sound. Brogan met his gaze and couldn't hold back anymore. He half growled and thrust upwards without warning, but Harry had apparently been expecting it and stayed exactly where Brogan needed him. He came in Harry's mouth, swearing and feeling so incredibly free as Harry took his release, swallowing most of it down. Brogan panted and lay back, his head feeling done in. Harry kissed his cock one last time, rubbing his face against him and Brogan shuddered, feeling too sensitive. But he also felt so incredibly loved.

Harry sat back and wiped at his mouth, and then smiled sweetly at him. Brogan reached for him and pulled him down, kissing him. He could taste the salty taste of his release and flushed. It was one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced and he said so in Harry's ear.

Harry smirked and then sat back, removing his pajama bottoms and his desire sprung up between them, needy and hungry. Brogan reached out to stroke him but Harry batted his hand away. A moment later, Brogan understood what he wanted as he felt the lubrication spell work its magic.

"It's like that then, is it?" he asked, smirking.

Harry nodded. "If you don't mind."

"Never."

Harry leaned forward, fitting in between Brogan's legs as if he belonged there; as if he had always belonged there. Brogan marveled at him. He reached up and cupped Harry's face, his feelings getting away from him. Harry gasped as Brogan lowered his hand to his chest and put everything he was feeling into it. Bright, vibrant colors exploded behind Brogan's eyes with Harry's response and he didn't need to check his journal to know what they meant.

"Oh, so much, so much," Harry muttered, looking dazed. His eyes were so fully dilated they were almost black. He finally met Brogan's gaze. "I love you so much too, Brogan. Never doubt that."

With a forward motion, Harry was pushing into the tight confines of Brogan's body, and he relished the sensation. Breaking open…feeling as though Harry was splitting him in two never failed to excite him, strangely enough. Before making love with Harry he'd never understood what it meant to be taken – to physically be claimed. And even though the lubrication spell made everything in that regard easier, Harry still moved with sweet slowness, always making sure that Brogan was ready for more. Even at his most demanding, Harry was never about hurt. He was always about love.

They began to move, Harry's hips rocking into his with precision and grace. There was nothing more beautiful to Brogan than being taken by Harry. And he wanted to tell him – to share that with him – but the words died his throat and he could only moan in appreciation. Harry gave him a look that made him think he understood him anyway. He increased his pace and was moving more freely now and Brogan took it – offering himself up to the other man. He rested his hand on Harry's chest and let his feelings flow into him. Harry shuddered, swearing as the emotions hit him. It was freedom and love and there was so much joy. To offer everything to another person, to permit them to take it all – and freely feel that reflected back to him? It was divine. Brogan cried out and urged Harry on, begging him, demanding that he fuck him, asking him to take, take, take…to take all that he had to give.

Harry finally stilled his motions, and Brogan was shocked to realize he hadn't even noticed him coming but it had seemingly been a doozy. Harry didn't rest so much as collapse his head onto Brogan's chest, breathing quick and hard. Brogan wrapped his arms around the other man, clucking at him with soft sounds and whispers that didn't mean anything but felt as though they meant everything. He felt as though something important had just happened. For all their talk of dominant and submissive roles sometimes, Brogan thought he finally understood how he was the one with the real control. What he offered Harry was complete surrender, and yet, he knew, without a doubt, that Harry would only take what Brogan openly gave. The feeling of trust – of knowing another human being that intimately was power and he was so glad they had found each other.

Harry lifted his head, eyes full of emotion. Brogan nodded. They didn't need to talk – in truth, their words would just be empty vessels. Their bodies, and their hearts, understood completely and that was how it should be. As an Empath, his touch was his gift and he gladly gave it to his lover, withholding nothing.

They curled around each other, as Harry shifted off of him, and Brogan pulled one side of the blanket around their shoulders for warmth. He kissed the top of Harry's head and wished him sweet dreams, his heart, and soul at rest.

o-o-o-o-o

Brogan was dreaming of flowers and when he opened his eyes, he realized why. Ginny was lying next to him, tracing her fingers lightly up and down his arm. She was under the blanket with him and he smirked at her.

"When I fell asleep last night I don't remember you being here, Gin."

She blushed as though getting caught doing something wrong and it made her look adorable. She rested her head on his bicep.

"I got lonely. Then I got cold. Shame on you two for making me go on a hunt for my men."

Brogan immediately felt bad, they really should have rejoined her in the bed, but they'd both been rather exhausted. But before he could open his mouth to explain or apologize, Ginny rested her finger against his lips.

"It's all right, Brogan. When Harry and I…when he slipped his ring on my finger it was some of our best…lovemaking. I would not rob that from the two of you for anything."

Brogan felt a tender emotion inside him as he puckered his lips against her finger, kissing it. "You got a ring too. But you fell right asleep last night, and Harry-"

"He was keyed up after the whole day, wasn't he? It's okay, I get it. Besides, you can always make it up to me," Ginny said, grinning. "Second best gets the consolation prize, right?"

"Ginny," Brogan said shaking his head. He pulled her to him and kissed her, wanting to chase those thoughts out of her head. "You are never second best."

"I know that. But I also know I'm no Harry Potter."

"No, but you are Ginny fucking Weasley and I love you just as much," Brogan growled. He shifted forward so she could feel how just barely touching her had already got him up. She blushed prettily and nodded, pleased by his words.

"Where is our treasured Commander at, anyway?" Brogan eventually asked, nuzzling her neck.

"Showering, I am dismayed to say. He said he's getting too old to sleep on floors."

"What a git. I'm the older one and he leaves me here to fend for myself."

Ginny giggled. They kissed lazily and Brogan rubbed against her again. When they broke apart she gave him an apologetic look.

"I think I should, erm, refrain for the moment. We were all a bit…too enthusiastic yesterday, I think."

She blushed again, and Brogan suddenly understood. He held her tighter, kissing the top of her head.

"After Harry's done in the loo, take a nice, long hot bubble bath with the lavender. It'll help. There's also a potion we can make too, to help you."

"To do what?"

"To help soothe things when we're…well, you having the both of us, erm, well, I reckon your lady bits can get a bit…raw?"

Ginny nodded. "Sometimes. It usually passes fairly quickly but…Harry was very…enthusiastic. The soreness is lingering this morning."

Brogan shifted until he was resting above her. He shifted the blanket off of her and sucked in a deep breath because Ginny's body was always such an arousing sight and he couldn't help it. He kissed his way down her chest, nuzzling each breast. He lowered his hand towards her sex, cupping her gently. He used the muscle relaxing spell and she sighed after a moment, nodding at him.

"Thanks," she said, smiling. "That helps a bit." She reached up and touched his face. "Harry's so happy, Brogan. Thank you for giving him that ring. It means so much to him. It means a lot to me, too."

Brogan shrugged, not embarrassed really, but touched, and he was glad his small gesture had been so well received. He linked their hands together and tried to put what he was feeling into his touch like he had with Harry the night before. Ginny looked as though the wind was knocked out of her for a moment, her brown eyes blown wide. She blinked up at him.

"That was…that was amazing. Oh, Brogan. We absolutely feel the same."

"Good," he said, smiling. "You two have changed me, Gin. You've made me into…a better Empath. A better person. You both deserve all of it. All of me. Whatever good parts I have."

She reached up and pulled his head down to hers and kissed him – a sweet, innocent kiss that nevertheless succeeded in exciting him because it was so emotional. Ginny rested her head against his and they didn't need any more words.

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