The Thought That Counts

[kanedax]

Title: The Thought That Counts
Author: kanedax
Spoilers: Deathly Hallows
Rating: NC17 for language and sex
Summary: It’s someone’s birthday…
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Ginny/Luna (Hey, look!  No spoiler cut!)
Notes: For those of you who are awaiting the next chapter in my After The Flaw series, be aware that THIS IS NOT IT. I was tempted to try to make it a part of my canon, but… well, it just ain’t happenin. In reality, it's my first commission work. A friend (the real-life type) read Scrubbing Bubbles and said she liked it but wanted more sex (these are my friends, go figure). Since it was her birthday Friday, I decided to write her a present, which you now see below.
Hope you enjoy. The next chapter of After The Flaw should be arriving by the end of this week.  I don't own any of the characters below.  JK Rowling does.  She probably wouldn't like what I'm doing with them, but I can guarantee I could point her to worse...

Harry Potter shivered slightly as he stepped through the front door of Number 12, Grimmauld Place. As he hung his coat on the hanger, he turned to notice that his companion wasn’t next to him, as she had been most of the evening.

“Are you coming in?” he asked, “Or do I have to carry you?”

Ginny Weasley smiled as she leaned against the open front door. She took one last look out onto the moonlit street of Grimmauld, her breath just visible in the December chill, then turned back to him. “Just enjoying the weather,” she said, closing the door behind her.

“You were letting all the heat out,” Harry said as they entered the kitchen. He flicked his wand, and a fire started in the hearth. Content, he put the wand on the table and turned back to his fiancée.

“Well, I’m sure we’ll be able to deal with that,” said Ginny, who pulled Harry to her and kissed him on the lips. “Happy birthday,” she purred.

“It’s Luna’s birthday, love,” said Harry, grinning as he wrapped his arms around her. “Remember the party we just came from? Her twenty-first? I know you had some drinks, but I didn’t think you had that many to jump the calendar ahead six months.”

“Fine,” Ginny said, grabbing the neck of his shirt and pulling him down for another kiss. “Happy Christmas?”

“Still two weeks away,” teased Harry as he took off Ginny’s jacket and threw it over the closest chair. “But you’re getting closer.”

“You’re no fun,” Ginny pouted, pressing her body against his. “Knocking down all of my excuses to fuck your brains out.”

“We’ve been dating for over four and a half years, we’re engaged, and now we need excuses?” chuckled Harry, his hands sliding along the back of her blouse. “That sounds like a bad sign.”

“I like how you always add the year that you broke up with me and ran off to share a tent with another woman as part of that total,” Ginny said wryly. “It’s cute.”

“Hey, I ran off share a tent with your brother, too.” Harry stopped. “Wait, that doesn’t sound much better, does it?”

Ginny snorted. “Kinky bastard.”

“Besides, you used the same number tonight when Xeno asked how long we’ve been dating, didn’t you?”

“Ouch,” she said, her hand trailing along his arm, her face achingly close to his, “He sees through my false charade.”

“I am the Chosen One, remember?” Harry said, kissing her again. Ginny inhaled sharply through her nose as her hands ran down his back, cupping his buttocks and pulling him toward her. She felt a bulge against her stomach, and purred into his mouth as she rubbed against it.

“Upstairs, then?” Harry asked as their lips separated. Ginny shook her head.

“The stairs are all creaky,” she breathed. “Right here.”

“Oh, really?” said Harry, his eyebrow arched.

“Kreacher’s at Hogwarts, right?”

“Yeah,” Harry replied, feeling himself being pushed backwards.

“And Hermione’s swapping Weasleys tonight, so you don’t have to worry about your roommate interfering.”

“That’s not guaranteed,” chuckled Harry, the back of his legs meeting the chair he had thrown the jacket over.

“Yeah, well, Hermione promised she’ll do everything in her power to keep him happy. She was planning on breaking out their handcuffs.”

Harry’s brow furrowed. “I… I don’t think that’s necessarily anything I wanted to know about them...”

“Me, neither,” said Ginny, her nose crinkled. “And I didn’t even ask about how she was planning to incorporate the nurse’s outfit from last Halloween. She was really drunk tonight; I don’t think she’ll even remember saying it tomorrow. Either way, there’s no way I’m going home after hearing that bit of information about my roommate’s evening festivities.”

“As if I was going to let you leave,” said Harry. “So it’s just us?”

“Pretty much,” said Ginny. “Sit.” She shoved Harry just hard enough to plop down on the chair behind him. Ginny looked down at him, biting her lip, and climbed on top of his lap, her jean-clad legs straddling him, the growth in his pants pressed against her.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” Ginny breathed, slowly unbuttoning her dark blue blouse. Harry reached up and pulled it open as she worked.

“I have too,” he said, and smiled as more skin was exposed through her long red hair. “It’s been a long week of thinking about last time you were here. I had a feeling you weren’t wearing a bra.”

“Smart guys are so hot,” Ginny giggled as Harry’s hands reached into her blouse, cupping her small freckled breasts. Harry reveled in the sharp hiss that escaped her lips as his thumb gently flicked across the large pink nipple, already crinkled and hard in the still-chilled kitchen. Ginny’s hips bucked in response, grinding herself against his growing erection, and she quickly tore his shirt off over his head.

“Are you sure you don’t want to move somewhere more comfortable?” Harry asked as he pulled the bottom of her blouse from her pants, opening it wide. “Maybe the floor? The table? Somewhere where we can spread out?”

Harry moaned as Ginny nibbled his neck. “I’m pretty sure I want you right here,” she whispered in his ear, her breath sending sparks of electricity through him. Before he could say or do any more, she slid her hips down his legs, pulling her body away from him, and settled her knees down on the floor.

“I can handle here,” Harry smiled as Ginny unzipped his trousers.

“I have to give someone their birthday present, after all,” said Ginny. Harry lifted his hips as she pulled down his pants and boxers, letting them pool around his ankles.

“Right, my birthday, I forgot about that,” he said, and gasped as she wrapped her hand around him and began moving up and down the length of his shaft.

“That’s why you have me around,” she said, kissing the tip. “To remember these kinds of things.”

“Yeah, I… ohhhh,” Harry lost all train of rational conversation as Ginny took him into her mouth. His hands tightened into fists, grabbing her long hair as her tongue swirled around the head, her own mouth sucking hungrily. Harry groaned and moaned as Ginny’s head and hand moved in time, bobbing up and down along his length.

“Oh, God,” he cried out, and yelped again as she moaned appreciatively, the vibrations from her throat sending shivers through him.

“Ohhhh…”

Ginny stopped in mid-thrust. Harry perked up.

“Did you hear something?” he asked.

Ginny, her eyes raised to him, his cock still in her mouth, shook her head slightly. “Mm mm,” she said through her full mouth, and even these two little statements were enough to tighten Harry’s fists. Ginny’s eyes lowered back to her work, redoubling her efforts.

“Oh, yes…”

“Okay, that’s not me,” Harry said, straightening up again. “And it’s not you…”

“It’s nothing,” Ginny gasped, her hand continuing to move up and down. “You’re just imagining things.”

“I don’t think I am,” he said, standing up and quickly pulling up his pants despite Ginny’s best efforts to keep him seated. He picked up his wand from the kitchen table and raised it.

“Hominem Revelio,” he muttered, and slowly turned himself in a circle. As his wand pointed into the corner of the kitchen nearest the door, the tip of the wand lit up.

“Someone’s here,” he said, his back to Ginny, as he walked toward the corner. “Don’t move.”

“No… not yet…” came a breathy voice from the empty area. “Almost… almost…”

Harry, his wand stretched out before him, ready to attack, slowly reached forward. He felt his fingers brush against invisible fabric, and he grabbed at nothing and pulled the Invisibility Cloak back.

“Luna?”

“Hello, Harry,” said Luna Lovegood airily from the floor.

“What are you-?”

His throat clamped shut as his brain was finally starting to register what his eyes were seeing. Luna was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall. Her hair was still done up from her birthday party earlier in the evening, and she was still wearing the same silver dress, which Harry had recognized as the same one she had worn to Slughorn’s Christmas party during his sixth year, her fifth year.

The main difference between then and now was that, five years ago, he hadn’t seen the skirt rucked up to her waist. And he definitely hadn’t seen her hand moving inside the matching silver knickers, as he was now.

“She said I could watch,” said Luna conversationally.

Harry turned around to Ginny, who was sitting in the chair Harry had occupied. The space between her breasts was visible in the still-worn blouse, and there was a small smile on her face.

“I said she could watch,” she said.

“I… You… I… Whuh?” Harry looked back and forth between them, his jaw barely able to stay aloft long enough to say anything coherently.

“Two nights ago, when I was having dinner with Luna and Hermione,” Ginny explained. “I told them about what happened last weekend.”

“Uh…”

“I’ve told you I talk to them about everything. They’re my best friends.”

“It seemed very exciting,” said Luna. “I especially liked the part when you used the Levitation Spell on her.”

“Yeah, that was… fun…” Harry mumbled, trying desperately to force himself to blink. His lids weren’t cooperating.

“After Hermione left, you know, she ended up here with Ron that night,” Ginny continued, “Luna wanted to hear more details. I gave them to her. And… well… she liked them. And I liked talking about them again, remembering them...”

“I became very aroused,” said Luna serenely, and Harry noticed that her hand still was in her underwear, moving in slow circles. “I think Hermione might have been, too, before she left. She seemed like she wanted to get to Ron quickly.”

Harry thought back to two nights ago, when Hermione showed up at their door, something that she almost never did on a work night. She did seem more out of breath than she would have been for a simple Apparition across town, and she had given Harry a look that he didn’t quite have time to interpret before she grabbed Ron by the arm and dragged him upstairs.

I think she was seriously considering having sex with you, Harry’s mind blared. Or at least wondering what it would be like. For just a brief second Harry’s mind erased the engagement rings from both of the women’s fingers and wondered what would have happened if Ron had been out at the pub with Neville that night, and Hermione had found him alone… No. Bad thoughts… Naughty thoughts.

“And we had had a few drinks,” Ginny was continuing, “…One thing led to another, and…”

“Wait… wait wait wait,” Harry said as his mind snapped back to the present. His wand flew into the air as both of his hands flipped up. “You two…”

“No!” said Ginny quickly. “Well, not to each other at least.”

“We just watched each other masturbate,” said Luna. “It was nice.”

Harry’s brain wiped blank. Suddenly every thought had ever had disappeared, and was replaced by the bright, clear, three-dimensional mental picture of Luna and Ginny, sitting across from each other on Ginny’s bed, jeans and knickers cast aside, legs spread wide…

He couldn’t decide if he should smack the image from his brain or lock it away for future reference. Right now he was really having difficulty thinking of anything.

“After we had finished…”

“After you had finished,” Luna corrected, “I had four more after I got home.”

“…Luna said she would like to see it sometime. She doesn’t have a lot of experience. And I thought, why not? It would be easier than borrowing Hermione’s cordcammer…”

“…Camcorder…” Harry corrected automatically.

“Yes, that,” said Ginny. “So I brought your Invisibility Cloak to the party in my coat. Gave it to Luna before we left. She Apparated in right behind us, since we were the last ones to leave.”

“That’s why you were standing by the door…”

“Giving her time to come in. She patted my shoulder so I knew she had come through.”

“And why you didn’t want to go upstairs.”

“Creaky staircase.”

“Aaaand you didn’t tell me about this why?”

“Performance anxiety,” said Luna. “She said you wouldn’t do as well if you knew someone was watching.”

Harry’s mouth hung open.  He kept looking back and forth between Luna, who gazed up at him calmly, despite the hand that was still moving below her waist, and Ginny, who smiled at him with a crooked, naughty grin.

He knew that he should be absolutely furious with her, with the both of them. He opened his mouth to say so.

“Have you finished yet?” he asked Luna, not even realizing what he was asking until it was already out.

Luna nodded. “Twice,” she said, and then let out a small, high-pitched squeak. Her legs closed tight, and her hand stopped. “Three times.”

Harry’s mouth opened and closed, and he knew he must look like some kind of trout out of water. He turned to look at Ginny, and noticed that she had flushed slightly, and that her fingertips were gently gliding up and down the bare skin on her chest.

“I…” Harry said, at a complete loss for words.

“I’m sorry I interrupted,” said Luna. “I could leave, if you like. But I would still like to watch you two, if you wouldn’t mind. I can put the Invisibility Cloak back on, and cast spells to make myself quiet. You won’t even know I’m here. I’ve never seen anyone else have sex who weren’t in pictures. I want to know what it’s like…”

Harry knew that he should say no. That she should leave now. That he and Ginny needed to talk. But…

Ginny saw the befuddlement in his eyes, and smiled. “I don’t know, Luna,” she said. “Harry and I, this was all quite a shock for both of us. Drops the hormone levels quite a bit.”

“I’m sorry,” Luna repeated.

“It’s fine, Luna,” Ginny continued, her eyes never leaving Harry’s. “I think we can get back there again. We might need a little help, though.”

Luna’s eyes widened. She let out another small squeak. Four times, Harry ticked off in his mind.

“What do you think, Harry?”

Harry’s already bemused thought processes took a good ten or fifteen seconds before he completely understood what Ginny was asking.

Twenty-one year old guy. He had dated Ginny for a long time. Loved her a lot longer than that. Loved her more than anyone he had ever loved before, and knew that there was no one else above her. The ring on her finger proved that.

But still… Twenty-one year old guy. Many nights alone, when Ginny was on her end of London, and he was in his own room… Or the nights he had been out in the field with Ron and Hermione. Nights when he could hear the soft breathing of one’s sleep while the other was outside the tent keeping watch. Nights when it was just him, his hand, and his thoughts…

Sure, most of the time his mind played out just the two of them, in every position, every situation, every location a hormonal, teenage mind could imagine. But every now and then it was more. Harry, Ginny, and Cho. Harry, Ginny, and Lavender. Or the Patil twins. Angelina Johnson popped in there once, which was kind of a surprise. On more than one occasion (despite his reassurances to Ron after the incident with the locket in Dean), Hermione had joined the two of them in his romps. He felt wrong in thinking it, but the fact was that she was attractive. And they were just thoughts, after all…

And of course Luna had been there sometimes. He said it to himself often enough when they were together: she was pretty. Odd, but pretty.

But, again, they had just been thoughts… not like it could ever actually happen…

“Harry?”

The smile had been wiped from Ginny’s face. It was replaced instead with that fierce, steady look that he had loved all these years. Her face was flushed even more, and he saw that the hand that had been moving along her sternum had trailed down to her taught belly, which she was rubbing like she was in need some sort of release.

She was biting her lower lip.

That sealed it.

“Upstairs, then?”

Harry stood aside while Ginny and Luna walked into his bedroom. He shut the door behind them. Despite Ginny’s assurances that Hermione had Ron tied up for the evening (figuratively at the very least, but now he wasn’t so sure), he figured it was better safe than sorry.

He turned around after locking the door (with an extra Colloportus, just for extra measure) and discovered that the two women had already seated themselves on the bed, and were snogging. Harry waited for the beast in his chest, which had risen furiously whenever he had seen Ginny and Dean together, to awaken once again.

The sight of Ginny’s tongue slipping into Luna’s mouth, her hand running through the pale blond hair, of Luna’s tentative hand finding its way into Ginny’s still unbuttoned blouse, did awaken the beast. But it sure wasn’t angry…

“I haven’t done this before,” said Luna quietly as she pulled away.

“It’s okay,” said Ginny. “I haven’t, either.”

“I meant with anyone,” Luna corrected.

“I know. Don’t worry, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do. And if you just want to watch us…”

“No, it’s fine,” said Luna. “I would like to try. Not sex, though. I wouldn’t feel right.”

“Fine by me,” Ginny replied, as she turned to Harry. “What are you standing around for? Are you coming or not?”

Harry bit back the witty reply that the double entendre implied, and sat down on Luna’s other side. His brain clicked, trying to adapt to what was proper or improper to do in this situation, and then Luna was kissing him.

Her lips were softer than Ginny’s. Not that Ginny didn’t have soft lips, but kissing Luna felt like to Harry like kissing a cloud. Her mouth parted, and he felt her tongue slip carefully against his. He could taste something sweet on it, like she had eaten a piece of bubble gum before arriving. Like Ginny, her hair had a distinct aroma, too. Like the ocean, or the beach. He kissed her more passionately, feeling his hand slide up her side along the silver fabric of the dress.

He heard a soft zip from behind them, and soon Luna tensed up slightly, moaning lightly into his mouth. Harry smelled Ginny’s flowery scent mingle with Luna’s, and pulled away long enough to see Ginny behind Luna, kissing her neck. He could see that Ginny had unzipped Luna’s dress and slipped her hands in from the back, cupping both of Luna’s breasts. She nipped and kissed her way down Luna’s shoulder as the now unhindered dress fell down to her elbow, her palm flat against his bare chest.

As Ginny reversed her course and kissed her way up Luna’s neck, Luna pulled away from Harry and turned to meet Ginny’s lips. She dropped her arms long enough to allow her dress to fall free, pooling around her waist and allowing them to see her pale, almost glowing skin, a silvery bra that matched both the dress and her panties.

Now it was Harry’s turn to pay attention to her neck and shoulders, as Ginny seemed to be occupying her lips quite nicely. He kissed her where the neck and shoulder meet, tasting the same ocean/beach/forest that was pervasive in her hair. His fingers slid along her back, around her sides, and up to her front.

“If we start doing anything you’re not comfortable with, you’ll tell us, right?” he whispered in her ear. Luna pulled away from Ginny long enough to nod, then returned to kissing her. He noticed that either Ginny or Luna had pulled off Ginny’s blouse and tossed it on the bed, fully revealing freckled chest, her tiny breasts, which Luna’s fingers had found and were exploring with a growing fervor.

Harry took Luna’s non-verbal assent as all he needed to hear. He brought his hands back around and unfastened Luna’s brassiere, pushing the straps down from her shoulders. It now hung free on Luna’s arms, but she was too busy feeling Ginny’s body to let it fall away completely. He reached back around to feel Luna’s now bared breasts, but discovered that he found Ginny’s hands instead.

“No fair,” he muttered.

Ginny pulled away from Luna and smiled wickedly. “You have to be quicker next time,” she said, then let out a loud cry as Luna bent over and closed her lips around one of Ginny’s nipples. Her mouth hung open in ecstasy as Luna sucked on it hungrily, and Harry took advantage of the situation by leaning in and kissing his Ginny, being careful not to crush Luna between them.

Within seconds, Harry found all three of them lying on his bed: Ginny on her back; Harry on her right, his lips connected to hers; and Luna on her left, her dress still pulled down to her waist and her mouth licking and sucking Ginny’s large pink nipple. Her hand was working its way down Ginny’s stomach, trying hard to push itself into her still-fastened jeans, but before she could make any progress Ginny pulled herself away from Harry’s lips and rolled herself and Luna over, leaving Luna on her back between the two.

As Harry reached down to pull the rest of Luna’s dress from her legs (she unconsciously lifted her hips to oblige, and didn’t mind when her silver knickers went with it) he got his first good look at her, only the second woman he had ever seen naked in his life. In the moonlight, her body seemed translucent, almost ghostly. Her entire body was white, healthy skin. Her breasts, larger than Ginny’s, but still average-sized, were capped by small nipples, wide areola so pale that they almost seemed to blend in with the surrounding skin. The small patch of hair between her legs was so blond that it was almost invisible.

“I don’t understand how having me naked first will help you two become aroused again,” Luna asked as both Harry and Ginny both allowed their hands free access to the woman’s legs, arms, breasts, whatever was in range.

“Oh, trust me, it’s helping,” said Ginny, her breath increasing. “Right?”

“Yeah,” said Harry. “Definitely.” As if in some unspoken unison, Harry and Ginny both took one of Luna’s nipples in their mouths. She moaned appreciatively, both hands running through their hair, and moaned even louder as Harry’s hand met Ginny’s at Luna’s now soaked pussy. In only about five seconds of ministrations, in fact, Luna cried out, her back arching, as she was wracked with her first orgasm since entering the bedroom.

“See,” she said, panting as Harry and Ginny looked up at her, smiling. “That’s not fair. You were the ones who were supposed to orgasm for me.”

“Well, there’s still some work to do,” Harry said, winking at Ginny. “And I’m in no hurry.”

“Good,” said Luna. “Because, as I said, I want to help.” Harry gasped as he felt her hand slide down to his crotch, rubbing his erection through his trousers. From the look on Ginny’s face (her eyes were rolled up in her head) he could tell that Luna’s other hand was doing similar work on the other side.

“You’re… helping…” Ginny purred.

“Because I think now that I’m here,” Luna said, her voice speaking as though she were talking about the weather. “It’s very nice and all. It’s my first time doing a lot of things. And I could use some practice.”

“Practice… you’re practicing good,” Harry said as her fingers traced along his length.

“Could you two lie down?” Luna asked, sitting up. “On your backs?”

Harry looked up at Ginny and shrugged. Ginny giggled and lay down on her back. Harry did the same, pushing himself over until they were touching shoulders.

“Hi,” Ginny said, wrapping her hand in his.

“Hi.”

“Having a good time?”

“You could say that,” Harry said, smiling at her. “You?”

Ginny nodded, her eyes closed, a contented smile on her lips. Harry heard a zipper being pulled down and looked down his body to see Luna, naked and on her knees before them, pulling his trousers and boxers down and throwing them to the side of the bed.

“Ooh,” Ginny teased. “Looks like I get a show.”

A groan escaped Harry’s throat as Luna’s fingers traced up and down his hard cock, her face showing an almost studious quality as she explored the veins and curves. She closed her hand around it and began slowly pumping. Her other hand reached beneath, finding his balls and rolling them between her fingers.

“Oh, God, that feels good,” Harry moaned. He heard a sigh from next to him, and turned to see Ginny watching Luna’s hands move up and down. Her sight was focused, and he could see the hand that wasn’t clasped in his own had moved up to her chest, and was idly rolling one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger.

Harry felt a wet warmth around him, and tore his gaze away from Ginny to see that Luna had slipped his erection into her mouth and was sucking gently on it. She definitely didn’t have the skill that Ginny had. But it felt incredible nonetheless. He reached down with his free hand and ran it through Luna’s light blond hair.

As his breath quickened, he felt Ginny’s hand release from his. He looked down to see that she had sucked in her stomach and slipped her hand into her still-buttoned jeans, playing with her clit as she watched Luna’s head bob up and down on Harry’s cock.

Luna seemed to take notice of this, as well. She pulled herself away from Harry and undid Ginny’s jeans, pulling them and her knickers off and tossing them in the same pile as Harry’s. Ginny barely seemed to take notice. Her hand was still closed on her now naked pussy, her fingers flicking furiously on her exposed clit. She only stopped when Luna slid two fingers into her, causing her to scream out and clutch at Harry’s arm.

“Oh, fuck, Luna, yes,” she cried, and Harry found that his free hand was on his own cock, still wet from Luna’s saliva, watching as Luna bent down and licked Ginny’s clit. Ginny went insane next to him, babbling and swearing, pinching and tugging her rock-solid nipples.

It went on like this for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. Luna would pull away from Ginny and suck on Harry’s cock, her fingers never leaving Ginny’s wet pussy. Luna would pull away from Harry and lick Ginny’s clit, her hand never leaving Harry’s hard shaft. Harry saw stars in his eyes, felt light-headed at what he was receiving, and could see in Ginny’s face that she felt the same way.

“Luna…” Ginny said sometime later. “Luna… I’m… I’m ready to fuck him now…”

“Really?”

“If I don’t I’m going to explode…”

“But I’m having fun…” Luna said, and Harry was amazed to hear that usually serene voice now containing a tinge of Ginny’s wicked streak.

“I need him…”

“Please…” Harry said, knowing that if Luna went too much longer…

“Okay,” Luna said, for all the world now sounding like Ginny and Harry had asked her to borrow her quill. She pulled her hands away from them and sat back, her legs crossed, her hands entwined at her feet.

Harry and Ginny stared down at her for a few seconds, trying to catch up with the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Harry,” Ginny said quickly.

“Yeah.”

“Wand.”

“Right.”

Harry flipped his hand over to the nightstand and grabbed his wand. He pointed at himself, muttered a few protection spells as quickly as his tongue would allow, then at Ginny, doing the same. And then she was on him. And then he was in her.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” Ginny panted from above him, propping her hands on both sides as her wet pussy bounced up and down on his hard cock.

“Oh, God, me too,” Harry said, pulling her down into an animalistic kiss. She screamed into his mouth as he did so, and he felt her tighten around him as her first orgasm blew through her, yet barely slowed her down. She sat up high on him, flipping her long red hair back behind her and propping her hands onto his chest. He reached up and felt her small breasts (still the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, he thought) and she cried out again at his mere touch.

She collapsed on top of him, but her hips still continued to move at a frenzied pace, yearning for more.

“I love you,” she said between thrusts.

“I love you,” he replied.

“We’re missing someone.”

“Yeah, we are.”

“Can I…?”

“You want to?”

Ginny nodded, her eyes closed.

They had only been having sex for a year, but they were still in tune enough with each other to move effortlessly. They switched positions, Ginny on her hands and knees, Harry behind her. Both were looking toward Luna, who was watching them with an intent look, her hand back between her legs.

“Luna,” gasped Ginny, and, spreading Luna’s legs wide, pulled herself down into Luna’s crotch, licking and sucking on her clit. Luna cried out in surprise and pleasure, feeling the rush, looking up at Harry, who was sliding his cock in and out of Ginny faster and faster. He could feel it coming.

“I’m almost there…” Luna breathed, her pale fingers running through Ginny’s long hair. Ginny redoubled her efforts, moaning into Luna’s pussy as she felt her own climax approaching.

It struck all three at the same time. Harry felt himself explode into Ginny, filling her as her muscles tightened around him and she screamed out. Luna’s cry matched their own; a higher pitch, perhaps, but still just as heartfelt.

They collapsed together into a pile of legs and arms, and it took a good amount of time before they had the strength to straighten themselves out again.

As furious and frenzied as their lovemaking was tonight (and in comparison to the past year, the first year that they had been having sex, this was about as furious and frenzied as it had ever been since their first time), Harry was comfortable knowing that, as much as the blond now nestled on his left side had helped in making it happen, it wouldn’t have been the same with anyone but the redhead on his right.

“Hmmm…” Ginny sighed into his chest. “I’m glad this worked out like I planned.”

“’You planned’?” he said, looking down at her. “You mean this was your plan all along?”

“Of course it was.”

“I thought your plan was let Luna watch us have sex without me ever knowing.”

“Well, I heard her a few nights ago,” said Ginny. “There was no way she was going to watch us without doing anything to herself, and no way she could do anything to herself without being noisy about it. I knew you’d hear her eventually. But I wanted it to be a surprise for her, because she’s been wanting to experiment for a while now.”

“And you knew I wouldn’t be mad?”

“Of course not.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well,” said Ginny. “I’m going to avoid the stereotypical answer of ‘you’re a guy, guys like the idea of being with two women.’ So I’ll simply say that you talk in your sleep.”

“I… I do?” Harry tensed up, wondering what was said.

“Don’t worry, love,” said Ginny, patting him on his chest. “I won’t tell Ron who you’ve been talking about.”

“Oh, God…”Harry groaned, wishing he could dig a hole and disappear.

“Also, Hermione mentioned that you mumbled some nights when she was on watch and you were in the tent. She has better ears than you think, and might or might not have heard some slapping.”

“Not making it any easier here…”

“Considering her name never came up in that conversation, you’re probably safe, unless she thinks that the mere mention of that to me would end us completely. Besides, she said Ron did the same thing. I think she pretty much expected it, since she knew she was going to be out in the woods with two unattached seventeen year old boys.”

“She’s a saint,” Harry chuckled. “Putting up with our shit.”

“Oh, not so much a saint. She ended up having the same privacy issues, but I guess she was quieter about it than you two were, or Ron would have taken full advantage. I’m sure having to listen to my brother wanking in the next bunk didn’t make her hormones any easier to handle.”

“You know, I have to say, you’re taking it awfully well.”

“What, you fantasizing about Hermione? Ask me two or three years ago, and, yeah, I would have had problems. But, hey, I’m comfortable with us now; I know you’re not going anywhere. Besides, I’ve seen more of her than you have after living with her for a few years, and she is really cute, especially when she’s coming out of the shower.”

“The whole ‘fantasizing about women’ in general, thing, I mean…”

Ginny shrugged against him. “We’re young. We don’t have any control over where our brains are going. You’ve had fantasies about me, I’ve had fantasies about you. You’ve had fantasies about us with other women, I’ve had fantasies about us with other men. And with other women. There’s no such thing as ‘dream cheating.’ It’s biology, nothing we can do about it.”

“So, okay,” said Harry, his tired brain finishing its final calculations. “You invited Luna over because she wanted to experiment.”

“She hasn’t had any experience either way, and this wasn’t the first time she had hinted that she wanted to fool around with us. It was her birthday surprise.”

“And you included me because you knew I’d like it.”

“…And because I knew we were strong enough that you wouldn’t run off with her, yeah.”

“And how about you? What’s in it for you?”

“Well…” Ginny sighed, her finger running up and down his chest. “You know how I said when Luna and I were together a few nights ago, we didn’t touch each other?”

“Yeah?”

“Didn’t mean that I didn’t want to. I figured I wasn’t cheating if you were in on it.”

“So you did it to get to make out with Luna.”

“Yup!” Ginny said perkily.

“So we all got what we wanted.”

“Yup!”

“Good…”

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m bi. Thought you might wanna know.”

“Weeelll, I put two and two together.”

“You don’t mind?”

“Does it look like I mind? Just know that I’m straight.”

“Damn. And here I was going to invite Seamus over for dinner next week.”

“Funny…”

“Hermione was going to loan me her handcuffs.”

“And ick.”

”Ginny? Harry?” said Luna in a tired voice. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“Sorry, Luna,” said Harry, kissing her on the top of her head. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

“Happy birthday,” said Ginny, reaching across and touching her bare shoulder.

“Mmmm, it’s after midnight,” said Luna, snuggling up to Harry’s other side. “My birthday was yesterday.”

“Oh, you’re right,” said Harry. “Sorry we gave you your gift late.”

“It’s okay,” said Luna, her voice trailing away as she nodded off. “It’s the thought that counts.”