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Ginny stepped into Grimmauld place through the floo, direct from the after-match party she had been at. She was equal parts wired and tired, she wanted to sleep, and ravish her boyfriend Harry Potter in equal measure. The decision would depend upon how awake he was when she reached their bedroom. Dropping her travel bag in the hall, she saw the light under the kitchen door. Ginny walked up to the room, as she approached the door she heard the voice, the other, silent, member of this relationship. Allegedly her brother’s girlfriend, Harry’s actual best friend, and her closest friend, Hermione Granger. Even as she pushed the door open, she knew her chances of either sleeping soon, or getting laid in the next couple of hours were probably zero.
Stepping into the kitchen, one glance told her everything. Hermione sat opposite Harry, teapot and cups on the table between them, her face tear-streaked and eyes red-rimmed. His face set, jaw clenched as he fought to keep that Evans’ temper. Chance of a shag just got better “What did my fuckwit brother do now?” She demanded.
Hermione’s head snapped in her direction, “Sorry Ginny, I must go, I can’t be here, you are home now, I will be OK,” as she spoke, she stood and walked to the door. Ginny grabbed her and pulled her into a hug,
“Sit your cute arse down Hermione, you are going nowhere, I can wait until you are asleep to shag Harry.” She turned Hermione around and pushed her back to the chair, as a professional athlete she was stronger physically than their bestie, although Hermione’s prodigious academic ability made her a magical titan. She sat next to Hermione at the table. “Tea Ginny? Thanks, Harry, that would be lovely,” she gave Harry a big fake smile. “I repeat, what the fuck has Ron done now?”
It was Harry that answered, “He was shagging Romilda Vane. Hermione walked in on them at it when she went home early. She is a tiny bit upset, as you can see.”
“Twat! I will chop his balls off when I get my hands on the useless bag of blood and organs.” She still had her arms around Hermione, “Sorry if my language is a bit coarse Hermione, three days with the girls on the team it gets a bit crass sometimes.” She gave Hermione’s shoulders a squeeze. “Tell me it is over with you two now. Please, he is no good for you, we both know you don’t love Ron, don’t we.”
Hermione’s head bobbed slowly up and down where she was buried in Ginny’s shoulder. “Winky.” The elf appeared, “Go and collect all of Miss Hermione’s things from her flat and bring them here, bring anything of hers from my brother’s place here as well, put them in her room.” The elf disappeared with a pop.
“What are you doing?” Hermione asked.
“You are coming to live with us for at least the time being, if I have my way, and I usually do around here, it will be permanent.”
Harry and Hermione gave her a slightly odd look. “I will explain fully later, maybe breakfast, but in simple terms, the two people on this planet that love you the most Hermione, are in this room with you now, and the two ladies that love you Harry, well two of the ladies, are in the room as well.” She felt Hermione start a little.
“Hush now Hermione, you being upset, leads to Harry being angry, which does sometimes lead to really good sex, but mostly to him being withdrawn and surly. We can all agree Ronald Weasley is not good enough for you can’t we Hermione?”
Harry snorted, “Nowhere near, we used to be close friends, I can barely stand being in the room with him these days,” Ginny stoked Hermione’s hair as Harry spoke, she shook her head silently as she rested in Ginny’s arms.
“I think it’s about time we addressed the obvious erumpant in this room.” She looked at Harry. “I love you Harry Potter, not the boy-who-lived, not the boy who saved my life, I love the broken, haunted by nightmares, anger mountain that is in this kitchen with me right now, and I am not giving you up without a fight,” As Harry’s face contracted in puzzlement, she continued, “But this lady in my arms, that has finally given up trying to make second best work, also loves you, and I believe just as deeply as I do, we have a choice to make. I am not stepping aside, and I don’t expect you to choose. I choose to share. I love Hermione more than anyone after you, and I know the only man she will ever be happy with is the same man that I want. I can share, can you be honest and admit to yourself how much you love Hermione?”
Hermione surfaced from Ginny’s shoulder, “Ginny?”
“Shush pet, you are coming to live with us, we will be family, the three of us together, this is the first place you come when you are upset, or have good news, or take away, be honest, you have loved Harry for years.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Harry started to speak.”
“Then don’t Harry. We are all beat. Let’s all go upstairs, climb into bed and cuddle Hermione between us. I am not letting her go in case she tries to be noble and runs away. I have watched you two dance around each other as long as I have known you both. When I was young I wanted the boy-who-lived a little girl’s fantasy, then I realised, you were just Harry, a scarred and scruffy, abused, and undernourished kid, and I grew up. I expected you to take Hermione to that ball in our fourth year, and start dating, you didn’t. I thought when she supported you above everyone in the school for that cup, you would realise, you didn’t. She talked to me in fifth year about her feelings, how she was convinced you really didn’t want her like that, only I watched how painful her going to Slughorn’s party with McLaggan was for you. I knew you loved her, but you are too fucked up to understand it. When she decided to try Ron, and you kissed me I decided I could take it and be happy, and I am Harry. But I cannot be happy at Hermione’s expense, and tonight, you two talking at two in the morning, helping the friend you can never let down, both of you behaving. It’s adorable. I want to ravish you so much Harry, but I also want you to love Hermione, to make her feel loved, to let her understand true, passionate love.” She exhaled and realised the pair of them were staring open-mouthed at her. “Don’t deny a word of it. I know you have never even kissed Hermione, I have no reason for anger or jealousy. You are a loveable idiot Harry Potter. This girl is as close to a soul mate for you as exists in this universe, if you had woken up and taken her to the ball, I would not be here, I would never have had a look in, but I am, and I am not leaving. So fantasy time Harry. Two women to love, we know you have enough heart. Are you honest enough to admit you love Hermione as much as I know you do?”
Ginny put her fingers on Hermione’s lips. “One minute pet.”
Harry was still sitting gaping at his girlfriend, “Don’t give either of us that like a sister crap. I have family, and I don’t love any of them like you love this girl.” Hermione was now looking into Ginny’s eyes tears flowing down her face. Ginny conjured a handkerchief one-handed and dabbed her friend's face, she leaned in until their foreheads touched and whispered, “Fancy a bit of revenge sex? Shag your ex’s best friend all night long.” Hermione’s eyes went wide. “We can take turns, just get him a bit angry, he is like a stallion then,”
“I don’t know Gin, I do love Harry, you are right I always have. I don’t know if I could do this.”
“Sleep on it, I am genuine, we can become three, you are never going to find anyone that measures up to Harry, you have been through so much together, I am surprised you didn’t get pregnant by him in the tent.”
“We didn’t do anything in the tent Ginny, I promise.”
“Just shows what a fool you can be Harry, we girls like to be loved, as well you know. You were what? Being noble? I cannot make her love me because I must die? perhaps you should have realised she already loved you, perhaps a little comfort would have been welcome?”
Harry was still sat shell shocked, “Hermione, you are coming to bed, with me, right now. We will sleep curled up together, Harry can join us when he finally closes his mouth and realises he has two girlfriends, and his Sunday is going to be busy.” She stood and pulling Hermione along by the hand left the kitchen.
Harry stood and slowly cleared the table, washing and drying the cups and saucers he put everything away and made his way up to their bedroom, as he walked a little voice nagged at him. He did love Hermione, he always believed she didn’t feel that way and buried those feelings deep, seeing her crying her heart out because Ron was a jerk had ripped that band-aid right off. Ginny telling him point blank, to be honest was hard to comprehend. If he admitted to his fiery girlfriend that he did love Hermione would she be happy as she claimed or would she explode and be hurt. He was no good at relationships, he had no idea what to do. He pushed their bedroom door open to see Ginny in bed with Hermione still in her arms in the centre, Ginny flicked the duvet over, so Harry got in next to Hermione.
His bushy haired friend looked across to him and smiled, he saw Ginny out of the corner of his eye, mouthing the words ‘kiss her’ her eyes popped open, ‘NOW’ her face was saying. He looked into Hermione’s lovely brown eyes, he saw the hurt and longing, and..love? He leaned to her face slowly and their lips met. The kiss started gentle and chaste, but became passionate and sensual. He felt another pair of lips on his cheek and turning his head slightly Ginny pushed in and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. She broke off and pushed him back to kiss Hermione, this one was gentle and lingering, but the three of them settled into a cuddle, Ginny kissed Hermione on the cheek before settling down, and wrapping them both in her arms and legs they all fell to sleep.
Winky brought them all tea on a tray in the morning, and when he nipped out of bed to use the toilet he returned to see Hermione blushing bright red and Ginny whispering in her ear. Hermione’s eyes met his, it nearly knocked him over, her eyes looked twice their normal size and every fibre of his being wanted her, just behind her head Ginny was smiling. She flicked the duvet away, and with a deft bit of wandless magic, both girls were naked, as he realised, so was he. Ginny’s finger beckoned, but it was Hermione that was Harry’s focus, He crawled up the bed, and kissed Ginny, and then Hermione, a hand pushed his head lower, Ginny’s hand he realised. He kissed his way down Hermione’s body, kissing the scar on her chest, and the hand pushed him further down, he permitted himself not to feel guilty about being so turned on by Hermione. As he closed his lips on her most private pair and settled into a conversation in parseltongue with her core. Her reaction was as extreme as it was satisfying to Harry’s ego. Her orgasm was intense and she all but passed out during the peak of her climax.
“Well done lover, come here you can finish off our girl when she comes back down to earth, it’s my turn now.” She took hold of Harry and pulled him into her arms and wrapped her firmly toned legs around his waist.
It was late evening and the three of them were lying on the sofa surrounded by empty Chinese take-out cartons and tangled in a mess of legs and bodies, they were watching one of the Mummy films on the TV and debating if Bill had ever come across anything like this. Ron chose this particular moment to try to enter the house via the floo and bounced off as it was closed. Ginny groaned, “let me get this, I can go totally mum on his ass and he won’t turn up at the door. If he realises Hermione is here, he will, and then Harry will kill him.”
She wriggled out of their cuddle pile and headed into the Hall where the floo was.
“What do you want Ron, it’s late?” she shouted at the face in the flames.
“Open the floo, I want to come over,”
“No. Harry and I are getting busy Ron. You can’t come over.”
“C’mon Gin, I need to see Harry. I need to explain, before Hermione sees him.”
“You need to explain why she caught you shagging Romilda Vane? How are you going to do that? You know Hermione is my closest friend Ron, do you not think we don’t know already?”
“Where is she? Is she there? She has disappeared, she isn’t at her flat, or her mum’s.”
“You went to her parents’ house?”
“Yeah,”
“How did they take the explanation of why you were fucking your side action and your ex-girlfriend, their daughter, caught you?
“I didn’t tell them that. Ere, what do you mean ex-girlfriend?”
“She has dumped your stupid ass. You are over. She has moved on, you are her ex, her big mistake in life, her learning lesson. Right now Ronald I am her best friend, and you are the douche-bag boyfriend I told her to dump ages ago. Go see Romilda. Hermione will probably turn your balls into raisins the next time she sees you, she does not forgive when wronged, you know this.”
He laughed, “She will forgive me Gin, who else will have her.”
“Most of the wizards in the country Ron, she is beautiful, smart and famous, what are you? Stupid, slovenly and the spare wheel in the trio. Go to Romilda, You are not welcome here, maybe if Hermione forgives you and stops hating you one day I will talk to you again, but right now I want to chop your balls off and Harry would stand and watch me do it. Goodbye Ron.” She closed the floo and with a gesture set the wards a notch higher in case the fool appeared at their door. She had changed the entry method a while ago when he had walked in on her and Harry enjoying some private time on the rug in the parlour. Her hexes had blinded him and she had bundled him into the street, removing the ignorant oaf from the ward book the following day.
She walked into the room to find Harry and Hermione on the aforementioned rug, she watched for a while smiling as her loves enjoyed each other, then slipped her own clothes off and joined in.
Harry and Hermione took a week’s leave, they were both in the Unspeakables by this time, Harry was too big a target for the Auror Corps, no one would partner him more than once, Hermione was recruited on her second day, and now worked at rebuilding the time room, Harry was the custodian of the death room, he spent most of his time trying to develop a shield against the Avada Kedavra curse.
Ginny had to go to practice on the Wednesday, she dropped in at the Burrow on her way back and told her mother about Ron. Ginny was no longer the slightly spoilt daddy’s girl of the family. She was an internationally famous sports star, with an equally famous boyfriend and their best friend was no less well known. Her self-confidence had soared in the years since Hogwarts. She had long since stopped taking orders from her mother. When Molly had calmed down, she told her they had Hermione at Grimmauld Place, and she would stay with them, she looked her mother in the eyes, “We are a three Mother, we love each other, Harry and Hermione have always been together, even if they didn’t accept it. I love them both, they love me, they love each other. It will work. You will accept us. This way you will have more grandchildren to fuss. Agreed?” Molly took a breath to start a possible tirade and Ginny put two fingers on her mouth, “No Mother, this is our choice, your choice is simple. Accept our life, and see our children, object and never see me again. Think before you speak.” Molly stood emotions boiling across her face, Ginny walked to the Floo, “The Dog House” she stepped into the flames and dusted herself off as she walked into the old house.
Teddy came running around the corner and she swept the giggling toddler into her arms walking into the room to see Hermione’s Parents as well as Andromeda in the room. “Hi everyone, are we all well.” She beamed at the group, she could see Hermione’s father was a lot happier he was sat chatting to Harry, she knew they had always thought he should have been Hermione’s man, her mother Emma stood and made her way over.
“Can we talk?”
Ginny set Teddy in Harry’s lap and they went into the kitchen, “Everything OK Emma?”
“Are you OK, it looks to me like Harry and Hermione are finally together and they say you know.”
“I do Emma, it was my idea, but I am not going anywhere. I just told my mother. We are a three, we all love one another, Harry and Hermione needed a nudge to be honest with themselves. We have been all three of us so close over the years, this is the natural end to it. Please be happy for us, Hermione has smiled more this week than in the last year. It makes me happy to see her smile, and Harry is better for admitting to himself he loves her.”
Emma looked pensive for a moment, then shrugged, “I had a couple of girlfriends in my time at university, I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree then, I agree, she is happier than I have seen her in years. Let Dan work it out later, it might be a bit much for him.”
Ginny’s face split into a smile, “Hermione and I aren’t together like that, well now you say you had a girlfriend I might ask her, but we are just sharing Harry at the moment, although I do find the thought quite interesting.” She smirked at Emma. “Hermione was here after that arse of a brother of mine did the dirty on her, we just held her and let her cry herself out. I pretty much told the pair of them to kiss, I will not lie, it is the hottest thing I have ever seen, and the three of us spent, well you probably don’t want the details, but Harry is everything Ron wasn’t. Hermione has discovered what being loved really means. I hope you can be happy for us all.”
“My daughter is happy, I can see that, and all any mother wants is for their daughter to be happy, if that happiness includes you then I will be happy for all of you.”
Ginny wrapped Emma in a hug, “thank you, my mum wasn’t so understanding. She will come around, maybe one day we can even tell her Charlie is gay.” She stood back, “Are you all staying for dinner, it looks like we are getting Teddy for a few days, you should spend time with your grandson, he adores Hermione.”
We don’t want to be trouble,”
“Bah, it’s no trouble…… Winky.” The elf appeared. “Miss Hermione’s parents will be staying for dinner, shall we use the formal dining room, perhaps?” Winky bobbed a curtsey and popped away again.
After the meal, with Teddy asleep in his room, Andromeda broached the relationship issue, “You know ladies, Harry is Head of both the Potter and Black Households, he could marry each of you, one as Harry Potter, the other as Harry Black, the laws allowing it have never been repealed, in fact he is also head of the House of Peverell with him having the Hallows. I think you should all pop along to Gringotts and see what they say about it all,” she sipped her drink, “Sirius would be very proud of you Harry, getting two witches in your bed,” she laughed, “and if Hermione took the Black House on, making a muggleborn Lady of the House would make our old bigoted fools of ancestors turn in their graves, he would love that.”
On the Saturday, following their visit to Gringotts, Harry took both ladies to a nice mundane restaurant Ginny had been told about by one of her teammates. It was very private, and they enjoyed the food and drink and Ginny was feeling more than a little amorous, she wasn’t in the squad for the match the following day, as the Harpies were playing the Cannons and chose to rest a few of their opening squad and play the reserves for match practice, so she didn’t need to be up early or worry about a hangover.
They rolled back to the house and Ginny practically dragged Harry and Hermione upstairs, she started pulling Hermione’s clothes off, and when Hermione’s hair covered her face, Ginny smoothed her friends hair back out the way and found herself gazing into Hermione’s eyes. They smiled at each other, Ginny pulled her forwards and kissed her friend, she heard Hermione’s squeak as the kiss started and felt her relax and felt her arms descend onto her waist, by the time Harry came out of the bathroom they were naked on the bed and passionately kissing one another, Harry agreed with little Harry that this was a development he was completely happy with.
The three of them were in the team box at the Harpies Stadium for the Sunday fixture, the match was the usual massacre of the Cannons, and not even Harry or Ginny could feign interest in the match after the score passed 200-10 and the snitch was nowhere in sight. Harry did see a ginger haired ex friend in the stands, but he kept the girls away from the front of the box, he wasn’t interested in the inevitable strop when Ron discovered Hermione was with him and Ginny. It would be messy, and if he angered Ginny, which he would, even the body parts would be difficult to identify.