"I just know things sometimes," Draco said as he started removing clothing.

"What are you... don't do... put those back on and get out of here!"

"You don't REALLY want me to do that," he smirked. "I can see through your bubbles."

Ginny sat up, trying to cover herself before realizing she wasn't doing a good job of it. She forgot her embarrassment and shock for a moment when he started to pull on the hem of his pants. "Wha-" She let out a shout, throwing an arm over her eyes while trying to simultaneously covering herself with her other. "What are you doing?"

"Taking a bath with you. You don't mind do you? No, you don't mind. I see, you know. I see. It's all right. Blaise won't care."

He moved her arm from her eyes. Draco leaned around and kissed her on the inside bend of her left arm.

Ginny froze in the water, afraid to move. Her brain had stopped functioning when his pants had hit the floor. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her breathing perhaps a little too erratic. His mouth was scalding on her arm and she was having a hard time swallowing. "Of- of course he'll care. You're... you're..." She closed her eyes when his lips started moving farther up her arm.

"Yes?" Draco asked as he started nibbling and kissing up her arm, then to her shoulder, then finally her collar and neck. "I'm what?"

She let out a breath. He was all but in the tub with her and she was worried that if he did enter the water it'd start to boil. She felt abnormally warm, but it wasn't unpleasant, not really. She couldn't help the moan when he pushed her hair back off of her neck and started kissing her earlobe. "This is wrong. We can't- I don't-" Her inability to finish sentences was annoying.

"It's not wrong. How can it be wrong? Nothing about you could ever be wrong."

He moved around in the tub and settled himself behind her before his hands started to wander over the front of her body. He was leaned around and sucking on her pulse.

Ginny stopped breathing for a second because he felt so good behind her. She couldn't help but lean back into his body as his hands rested on the tops of her thighs before moving up to her hips. She leaned her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck. "That feels good." This was wrong, so wrong, but it was hard to remember that with his lips and tongue doing that to her.

"Tell me what you want, Ginny."

His hands moved across her breasts and her belly. His fingers traced her collarbone before teasing her nipples then circling her bellybutton.

She let her head fall forward. Ever since she'd found out about him and Blaise, she'd been fighting this... whatever it was. This thing that made her heart race when she thought about him naked. Or shirtless. Or at all. And now he was here, asking her what she wanted? She would have laughed if the situation was not as unfunny as it got. "I want..."  She let her hand move through the water and reach behind her, clutching at the back of his neck. She turned, feeling his breath on her ear. "I want you to touch me."

"As you wish," he murmured against her neck before his hands moved below her bellybutton.

She leaned back further against him, her hands gripping his knees, spreading hers further apart. The tops of her kneecaps were above the water, and she could see the flicker of the candles behind her eyelids. She took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly when he finally touched her. "Gods, yes. It's been too long." Her eyes fluttered open when she realized what she'd said. It hadn't really been that long, why-

"Ohhh." She stopped thinking when his finger slowly moved inside of her, his finger much warmer than the water around her.

"Shhhh. Just relax. Let me touch you."

"I want you to touch me." She moaned when he continued moving, her fingers digging further into his knees. She could feel him pressed against her back. "Yes.." She turned her head, kissing along what she could catch of his jaw. She was moaning against neck as she tightened around his fingers. "Don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it, love. I know you want me. I like hearing you say it. I want you as well. You must know that. I like when you put your hands on me."

Now he was saying exactly the right things. His left hand was pinching her nipple, and she could feel his breath against her hair. "How did you know I needed this?"

"Because I told him."

Ginny's eyes darted to the door. She tensed. "What?"

Harry stepped into the bathroom, his oldest pair of faded sweat pants around his hips. "I knew, and I hate that you never think you should get what you want."

She felt her cheeks flush with heat. Draco hadn't stopped moving against her back. "Wh-what?"

"Hello, Potter. Why don't you join us? Or we could get out. Might not all fit in the tub."

"Wh-what!"

"What? I think his scar is all sexy and stuff. Or would you rather I go get Blaise?"

Ginny's feet slipped on the bottom of the tub as she processed what he's just said, pushing away from him. She pushed wet hair out of her face as she stared at Draco and... Harry... in the same room. "I don't understand. Why are you both here?"

"Because you like us. And we like you."

She shook her head at Harry. "No. No, that's not right. We're- we're not-" She looked back at Draco. "And neither are we. We can't." She turned and pointed at Harry again. "And we won't."

"She doesn't want to, Potter. Guess it's just you and I."

"WHAT!"

"What?" Draco said. "He's good looking. You thought so once. You shagged him. Why can't I?"

"He's right. We shagged. A lot."

Ginny gasped at Harry as he moved further into the bathroom, pulling his sweatpants off as he made his way closer. Ginny clapped two hands over her eyes. "This isn't happening. This isn't happening." She was shaking her head. Crazy. Not. Happening.

She opened her eyes when her hands were pulled away from her face. "Oh, this is most definitely happening." Each of the boys had one wrist, holding them. "Wanna watch?" Ginny's mouth went dry when their faces inched towards each other. "But he doesn't like you."

"But I like you." She looked over at Draco as he shrugged. "And you like him."

"But I don't like like him," Ginny said.

"You like like me," Harry answered. Ginny glared in Harry's direction. He shrugged. "Hey, it makes sense to you."

"Wh-" She stopped moving when Harry kissed her. She pulled back, a look of severe confusion on her face. "This is seriously crazy. You hate him! And he hates you!" She looked over at Draco, uncertainty flitting across her features. "You... don't... do you? I know you like boys, but not... Harry, right? Not... Harry."

"But you like Harry, Gin. I like what you like. I want what you want."

"But I don't like like Harry. I don't. I don't?"

"Shut up and just go with this."

She slapped at Harry's hand as it reached for her. "No!" She looked over at Draco. "Help me out!"

"We were trying, but you're being difficult. Can you just go with this? We only get along when we're naked."

"How do you know this?" Ginny looked between the two of them, confusion on her features.

"You know this, so we know this. It's not that hard. Why can't you understand yourself?" Harry put a hand on Draco's shoulder. "This will be what you want."

"This isn't what I want!"

"And now she's arguing with herself." Harry shook his head and grinned at Draco. "Do you see what you're getting yourself into?"

"But she wants me to get myself into it. What am I supposed to do? She wants me. When she forgets about it, she touches parts of me that aren't scarred. She likes putting her hands on me, and she likes my shirt to be off."

"I do not-" She glared at Harry when he clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Do you not understand this yet? Honestly? I thought you were supposed to be a smart one." He looked over at Draco and smirked, which was returned. "We are you. You are us. Our thoughts? Your thoughts. Your thoughts? Mostly our thoughts, but really, your thoughts aren't nearly as much fun as ours are."

Ginny scowled. The water was still warm, though it shouldn't be. Well, this whole fucking thing shouldn't be, so a little abnormally warm water isn't a big deal. She crossed her arms over her chest, realizing it didn't really matter that she was naked anymore. "I hate you both."

Draco snorted. "You only wish you hated me. That's half your problem."

"A whole half?" Harry said. "You think very highly of yourself."

"Of course," Draco snapped. "Do you know how often she pictures me naked?"

"Oh, I do not picture you naked!" They both stared at her. She shut her mouth. "Alright. So I picture him naked." She glared at Draco. "I picture you naked. Does that makes things better? No. It doesn't. It doesn't make anything better. It makes things worse. Makes things awkward."

"Could you be more depressing? This is a dream. You're supposed to enjoy yourself. Do things you wouldn't do under normal circumstances. Have a little fun." Harry smirked before looking at Draco. "Do you know what I think would be fun?"

"A reversed cowgirl?"

"No, snogging," Harry snapped. "You and the reversed cowgirl."

"You don't even know what one is, Potter."

"That's beside the point," Harry said, pouting. "Are we going to make out or not?"

"Oh... all right. Think she'll watch?"

Harry grinned. "We can hope. After all, this is her head. On some level she must want to see it."

"Don't-" she started feebly, her voice much softer than she'd wanted it to be. She couldn't concentrate. They were moving towards each other slowly and she couldn't tear her eyes away from their lips. She found herself inching forward, her tongue darting out to lick her own lips. Just give in. Have fun. Just-

Dean was in the middle of a very nice dream, when he was abruptly catapulted into wakefulness by a knee to the crotch.  He laid there for a moment, trying to catch his breath.  Damn, but that hurt, Dean thought, rolling over to see what had prompted this sudden attack.

Ginny was sleeping next to him, though it was apparent that her sleep was anything but restful.  She was moaning in her sleep - Well that explains my dream, doesn't it? - and thrashing around a bit.

She jerked awake when he started to shake her shoulder. She looked around the room with wide eyes before realizing where she was. Ginny swallowed harshly before her eyes settled on Dean. She blushed. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" She brought a hand to her forehead before running a hand through her hair and letting it rest on the base of her skull.

Seeing her embarrassment, Dean decided to take pity on her.  "Not at all.  I just got back from the loo to find you thrashing around a bit."  Grinning a bit he continued, "I couldn't tell if you were having a bad dream or a really good one, but I thought I'd wake you just in case."

Was it a good dream? No. No, it was not a good dream. "It was... I'm sorry I woke you. I'll try to be still. I'll just lie back and think about the queen. Promise."

She laid back, pulling the covers up to her chin and laying completely still. She left her eyes open, afraid to see what would be behind them if they closed.

Dean wasn't sure what Gin had been dreaming about, but it was obvious that it had her rattled.  Fumbling a bit in the dark, he took her hand.  "Gin?" he murmured.  Getting no response, he tried again.  "Gin?  Love, what's wrong?"

"You really, really don't want to know." She sighed before squeezing his hand. "Nothing's wrong. Really. It's fine. I should get some sleep. I have a lot I have to do tomorrow." She turned, closing her eyes. She knew she was being dismissive, but she also knew she'd never be able to talk about her dreams. With anyone. Ever.

Dean sighed.  I hate it when she gets like this, he thought.  He knew that she wasn't going to talk to him about it tonight, if ever, so he reluctantly decided to let it go.  For now, anyway.  Dean rolled back over with a slightly pained groan and tried to get back to sleep.