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Perfect Bliss (REVAMPED)	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 89572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Harry had just finished getting dressed when Motsy popped into the room to tell him and Severus that they had guests.

“Ask Hermione to let them in would you Motsy?” Harry asked as he looked himself over in the mirror once more.

The little else bounced as she curtsied with a bright smile on her little face before she popped back out of sight.

Harry stared at his reflection fighting the warring nerves in this stomach. He was wearing a nice pair of black dress trousers; a long sleeve, black button up shirt; and a red leather vest. He had been informed by the house elf staff when he told them about the dinner arrangement that a proper formal dinner in pureblood societies required the participants to dress for the occasion. When he had just stared at them Hermione had laughed and told him that since the dinner was going to be a meeting in which his mates would be introduced to him and his family is was considered a formal affair. Meaning Lucius and Draco would no doubt be following the protocol of dressing formally. Now he was worried that he didn’t look decent enough.

He was finishing spiking his hair up when he noticed Severus standing behind him, a knowing smirk on his face. Harry’s breath caught in his throat at the gorgeous sight. He wasn’t sure he would ever get used to Severus’s natural form, and Merlin he hoped not. The merman was dressed in black dress slacks that fit his legs perfectly; a white button up shirt; and one of his regular black vests, only this one had red trimming over the seams. Over that he wore a black robe that hung open, unbuttoned in the front. His long, black hair framed his face; a few shorter locks escaping to hang just above his eye. Harry realized that his mate’s attire matched his own and was grateful to see that subtly that posed as a united front.

Harry turned around and kissed Severus lightly on the lips, cupping the side of his face with a gentle hand.

“Thank you,” Harry said, butting their noses together.

Severus hummed and replied, “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

Harry couldn’t help the grin that formed on his face then. “I’m sure you don’t.” Then, taking Severus’s hand and walking to the door, “Come, we better do stop Hermione from intimidating our guests to death.”

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Hermione had finished dressing an house ago and was currently taking her sweet time adjusting Remus’s tie – in other words she was not so subtly feeling up her werewolf’s chest and neck - when Motsy popped into their room to inform them that Harry had asked for her to greet Draco and Lucius. Remus’s golden eyes were boring into hers when she told Motsy to have their guests wait for them in the entrance hall.

As soon as Motsy curtsied and popped out of the room Hermione stood on her toes and kissed the man standing before her soundly on the lips, letting her fingertips ghost over his shoulders as she did so. She pulled away before they could lose themselves in the kiss, not failing to notice that Remus’s eyes were will an intense shade of gold.

“Maybe later.” Hermione whispered, letting her lip brush over his as she spoke, then pulling away before either one of them could give in to temptation. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn’t help herself. It was like playing with fire, and she controlled fire so she couldn’t get burned.

As she turned to walk to the door Remus snaked his arm out and grabbed hers. He turned her quickly and sealed their lips together in a passionate kiss. His tongue flicked at her lower lip and then entered the hot cavern of her mouth when her lips parted to expel a soft moan. Then he pulled back, breathing deeply through his nose to calm himself down as he stared down at Hermione, his eyes slowly changing back to their normal chocolate brown color.

“Later,” was all Remus said before he entwined their hands and let her lead them out of the room.

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The first ting the two Malfoys noticed was that while their mate’s house was large, it wasn’t too large like their manor was. Lucius couldn’t decide if this pleased him or not. His emotions and animal instincts were still at war and it was hard to decide much of anything these days. It was turning out that denying any sort of contact with one’s mate wreaked havoc with one’s thoughts and mental state. He kept it hidden though. He didn’t want to worry Draco any more than he already was.

Not a minute passed after Lucius had knocked on the front door when it opened up to reveal a small house elf wearing a small yellow dress staring up at the two men. She curtsied and then quickly ushered them inside, offering to take their coats when they gladly took them off. The house was warm, much different than outside and completely different from their own home. After the little elf took their coats and introduced herself their attention was drawn to the stairs where a woman and a man were descending.

The man was much taller than the woman, with light brown hair that touched the tops of his ears and chocolate browns eyes that swept over them. The light scarring on his nose and left cheek identified him to the two blondes as Remus Lupin. The werewolf was decently dressed, unlike usual, in a pair of brown slacks; a dark blue, tucked in dress shirt; and a black tie.

The woman was harder to recognize. Her hair was light brown with an auburn hue and it was pulled back into a loose bun leaving a few wisps of ringlets to frame her face. She was wearing an indigo blue dress that cut off at her knees in the front and tapered down along the sides until it reached about mid-calf in the back. The dress showed off her curves with the help of a high v-neck, but it didn’t show enough to be considered inappropriate.

It was when Draco looked into her brown eyes that he recognized her.

“Granger?”

Hermione gave the younger Malfoy a chastising glance before she corrected him, “Its Hermione. You are my best friend’s mate; calling each other by our last names seems childish.”

Draco just nodded feeling half terrified at the prospect of having dinner under the watchful gaze of his mate’s best friend and family, and half glad that she seemed willing to put their past difference aside. At least for now.

“Harry and Severus should be down shortly.” Remus said, breaking the silence that had taken over the entrance hall, “If you would like we can go to the dining room and wait for them.

“Severus is here?” Lucius asked as he followed the other three down the hall and into the dining room.

“Yes,” Hermione answered as she took her seat next to an older couple already seated at the table, “He’s been here since last night.”

She looked to the couple next to her and smiled, “Mom, Dad, this is Draco and Lucius Malfoy. They are Harry’s other mates.”

The two purebloods were rather shocked at the ease in which the two now confirmed muggles took in the fact that they were Harry’s mates. They hadn’t thought muggles were capable of handling such ideas of creatures and mates when they hardly believed in soul mates. They didn’t miss the curious look that appeared on Mrs. Granger’s face nor did they miss the hardening of her eyes once she put their names together with the stories her daughter had told her.

Mr. Granger stood to his feet and shook both of the Malfoy’s hands. He would easily tell that both of the blondes were nervous, the older one more tense than the younger, and he decided that putting past prejudices aside and giving them a clean slate would be easier than starting an argument. If his daughter could be comfortable around them now, then he didn’t see any reason to bring up past altercations when there were already enough nerves floating around the room.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Mr. Granger said as he went back to stand by his very pregnant wide, “My name is Thomas and this is my wife Charlotte.”

The pregnant woman, Hermione’s mom, smiled at Draco and Lucius, the hardness in her eyes softening at her husband’s calm acceptance of their presence. She was glowing brightly and Draco had to admit that pregnancy looked good on her.

“I’m sorry, “She apologized placing a gentle hand on top of her baby bump, “I would stand, but it seems that I am having trouble moving around these days.”

Before either man could reply the two people they were waiting on walked through the door. Both Harry and Severus took the Malfoys’ breath away. It seemed that they had changed a lot since the last time either of the Slytherins had seen them. Draco was stunned because the man from his dream world was even better looking in real life. Lucius was stunned because he had never seen Severus so comfortable without his glamour on.

“Sorry we’re late,” Harry apologized, pulling out the seat to the left of the head of the table for Severus to sit in, “Please everyone have a seat. I’m sure Motsy is just dying to get dinner served.”

Harry sat at the head of the table automatically since he was technically the head of the house. Mr. Granger nodded in greeting as he sat down next to Severus; followed by Remus who sat down across from Hermione. Mrs. Granger stayed in her seat opposite the head of the table since she was having a hard time moving and it had been the first seat she had been able to get into comfortably. Hermione sat next to her and was followed by Lucius and Draco on Harry’s right.

A moment after Harry had spoken and everyone was seated, as he she had been summoned, Motsy popped into the room, somehow hovering just a few inches above the table. She once again curtsied before she snapped her fingers summoning plate of food that sat themselves in front of everyone sitting at the table. When everyone had a plate in front of them Motsy popped out of the room to leave them to eat. After a moment of silence Lucius spoke, looking to Severus.

“How are you?” He asked, “I heard about your home, but I couldn’t find you when I went there and I haven’t been able to reach you.”

“I’m fine Luc,” Severus said allowing calm to flow through their bond, “I’ve moved in with Harry and I am safe here.”

“You would have been sate at the Manor too Severus.” Lucius stated, not noticing the way Harry tensed and then forced himself to relax at the man’s comment.

It didn’t get past Severus though, and he answered Lucius with, “Yes I would have, but I was already meeting Harry that night and I took his offer. I am sorry I didn’t let you know I was all right sooner.”

Lucius nodded to Severus then looked at Harry, studying him as he young man cut the meat on his plate. To avoid being caught and accused of staring Lucius looked away quickly after a moment and began to cut the food on his own plate.

“So Pot-Harry.” Draco quickly corrected himself, “You said you would explain all of this if we came here for dinner.”

Harry swallowed the food in his mouth as he looked up at the blonde. He couldn’t help but let his eyes travel for a few moments before Severus clearing his throat next to him spurred him to answer Draco.

“Most of it isn’t dinner table conversation, but I can explain a few things.” Harry took a drink from his glass of water to clear his mouth of food, “To start off my birth name isn’t Harry Potter.”

“How is that – What?” Draco blurted out, his face taking on a slight flush from embarrassment at his own outburst.

“Maybe you should let him explain things before you start with your questions Draco.” Severus said quietly before taking a bite of food as if they weren’t having one of the oddest conversations in the world beside him.

Draco looked properly admonished after Severus’s reprimand. When he looked back at Harry to see he had raised an eyebrow he just nodded somberly, letting Harry continue. No one but Remus noticed that flash of anger that flared across Lucius’s face as Draco easily submitted under Harry’s seemingly demeaning facial expression. The only reason that werewolf noticed was because his nose picked up the change in the older man’s pheromones.

“As I was saying, my name isn’t Harry Potter,” Harry began again, “Its Dominick Corvus Darkwing. My parents were Dorian Darkwing and Bellatrix Black.” Harry could see Draco’s face pinch in restrained confusion and Lucius seemed unnaturally calm, as if he was stopping himself from showing interest, “Someone – we think Dumbledore – made them forget who they are; made them insane; made them into the monsters they are today.”

“By the way Harry – sorry to interrupt,” Hermione said, sending an apologetic smile towards her best friend, “I think I found some answers to how Dumbledore would have done this to them,”

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise. He knew Hermione had been looking, but he didn’t think she would have found anything so soon. It seemed that she really was the smartest witch of her age.

“What have you found?” Harry asked, his mind quickly drawn away from his explanation.

Hermione looked apprehensively between Harry and the two blondes next to him, “Maybe I should wait until after you’re done explaining everything.”

“It’s part of the explanation ‘Mione.” Harry said, sending her a pleading look, “Please?”

“Okay,” Hermione said, conceding to Harry’s begging, “It’s a ritual which separates the victim’s soul into multiple pieces. If your parents had fully bonded then it could explain both of them going insane. Any other ritual would have would have been blocked by the soul bond, or Bellatrix could have closed off her mind and been able to heal.”

“We don’t know that they were soul bonded ‘Mione,” Harry said, still looking hopeful, “Nor do we know that Bellatrix closed off her mind.”

“No, we don’t know that they had a soul bond,” Hermione said, a smug smile forming on her face, “but we do know that their bond, their link was closed off.” At Harry’s confused look she continued, stating the obvious, “Harry she’s now married to LeStrange and doing Morgana knows what with him. Your father should have murdered him multiple times by now if they could still feel each other. So that only leaves the theory that their souls were bonded.”

“It makes sense Harry.” Remus said, Severus nodding in agreement.

“There’s more,” Hermione said, her excitement at finding possible answers to one of their largest questions clearly showing as she bounced in her seat, “There is another ritual that is compatible with the one I just mentioned that would explain how Bellatrix forgot your father and how your father now thinks he’s Voldemort.”

This is promptly where everything went to shit. Lucius was immediately on his feet, rage clearly showing on his face. Draco was also out of his chair, but only because it had fallen over when he had slid back away from the anger coming off of his father. Mrs. Granger placed her arms around her stomach protectively and Hermione stood to her feet, her skin looking a little more like rippling flames as she shielded her mother with her own body. Remus had been the first to get to his feet after Lucius stood, sensing the man’s anger; his finger nails instantly lengthening and his eyes shown gold.

Harry slowly stood to his feet, cautious and not wanting to instigate any violence from his oldest mate. He could feel feat coming from Draco in waves and it was causing his inner animal to claw at the metaphorical cage Harry had put him in. Severus seemed anxious as well, but being the calm man that he was, he was sending wave of it to all of his mates.

“You filthy mudblood! How dare you speak of the Dark Lord so carelessly?” Lucius hissed, not even fazed as Remus growled at him in warning from the other side of the table. The blonde’s eyes then focusing on Harry, “And you, you taint the Black and Darkwing names with your bullshit!”

Harry bared his teeth at the angry tone his submissive mate had taken to speaking to him in. The only thing stopping him from letting the animal take over and lunge at the offending blonde was a cool hand on his wrist.

“Lucius,” Severus said, his shaky voice sounding distant to Harry’s ears, “You have to admit that the timing of Dorian’s disappearance and the Dark Lord’s appearance is a rather suspicious coincidence. You also know that Bellatrix’s current personality is nothing like how she used to be. Then her sudden acceptance of Rodolphus’s proposal; is also wasn’t like her. She hated him.”

Lucius snarled, his canines and claws elongating and his eyes flaring mercury, “You would side with him over our Lord? Over me?”

Severus’s eyes widened and his grip tightened on Harry’s wrist out of fear. His silence, though, was all Lucius needed to hear.

“Come Draco.” Lucius ordered loudly, holding out a taloned hand to his son.

Draco visibly gulped before slowly shaking his head, eyes turning a slightly brighter shade of mercury then his father’s. When Lucius made a grab for his son he pulled his hand back with a hiss. Hermione, her eyes pitch black matching her now darker hair and flames flicking off her skin, had stepped in front of her fellow schoolmate; burning Lucius’s hand when it came into contact with her skin. Lucius snarled once more than he was gone, apparating into thin air.

Hermione looked at Harry with an incredulous look on her face as it slowly returned to normal, “How-?”

“He’s my mate,” Harry said, his voice sounding more like a growl before he let Severus’s reassuring waves of calm, calm him down, “Therefore he’s a part of me. The wards must have let him through because of it.”

Then Harry’s concern finally overwhelmed him and he rushed around the table to kneel in front of Draco. One of his hands cupped the side of the blonde’s face while the other rested on his waist.

“Are you okay?” He asked his eyes searching for any injuries as his nose tried to scent any out.

Draco hastily nodded, “I’m not hurt, just shaken.” Draco then hesitantly said, “I guess I am moving in too?” took over,

Harry’s face brightened as a wide grin took over, taking Draco’s breath away…again. Then he was suddenly wrapped in Harry’s arms, amazed at how strong they felt as they wrapped around his waist and shoulders. He was also pleasantly surprised to feel Harry’s muscles flex as he held him against his body.

Feeling the faint beginnings of arousal pooling in between his thighs he gently pushed Harry away. Merlin’s beard! If this is what touching Harry did to him from a simple hug he was doomed.

“I need to get my possessions from my room before my father can get to them,” Draco said, “Do you have a house elf I could send a message with?”

“You would send a house elf up against that man?” Hermione practically screeched.

“The message would only be sent to one of the Malfoy house elves Miss Granger,” Severus spoke, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt the warning signs of a headache, “Neither elf would come into contact with Lucius, and their magic could bar him from Draco’s rooms while they get his belongings.”

Hermione flushed as she realized she had actually yelled at the Slytherin, “Sorry. I’m still a little, um, heated.”

Soon Harry had called Motsy for a recommendation. A house elf named Dory, who was fairly brilliant with sneaking around, was sent to Malfoy Manor to collect Draco’s things.

Everything was peaceful as everyone calmed down. Mr. and Mrs. Granger had gone to bed early. The stress from dinner had worn the soon-to-be mother-again out. Harry explained to Draco what kind of creature he was and Draco told him what he was in return. Hermione had instantly jumped on the topic and then was off to do research. It was the perfect time to study more on Darveri, and now she had another creature to explore: a Feyan. Everything was peaceful, that is until Draco spoke up about his worry for his mother.

“I hope he still had enough sense not to hurt her.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, confused, “Why would he be able to hurt her?”

“She sleeps across the hall from him-,“ That was all Draco was able to say before the stress of the dinner and pent up anger that had been building ever since he had been to Gringott’s the first time finally rose to the surface in Harry.

He saw red.

The next thing Harry knew was pain shooting like lightning up his arm. When his vision finally cleared his arm was through his sitting room wall. When he pulled it back his hand was still clenched in a fist and blood dropped from deep gashes where the wall had pierced through skin, muscle, and other tissue. He stared at his bloodied arm for a moment in shock before he looked to where Draco and Severus were standing, looking at him with wide eyes. Then horror set in. He could have hurt them. It could be their blood on his hand right now instead of his.

Suddenly he was on his knees, slightly dizzy from the adrenaline and blood loss. It took a moment as he fully collapsed, to realize that Hermione and Remus were not in the room with him, Severus, and Draco.

Severus quickly raced to his side, unfazed by the slowly growing pool of blood on the new ruined wood floor. He had two potion vials in his hands and Harry must have lost more blood than he realized because he was suddenly wondering where the potion’s master had hidden them on his body. Well, that and ‘I COULD HAVE HURT THEM’.

“I could have hurt you.” Harry voiced his thoughts, his voice sounding slurred, “Could have hurt Dragon.”

“Harry you’ve punctured an artery, “Severus said uncorking a vial of murky green liquid, his voice shaking slightly, “You have to drink this to close the wound.”

Harry couldn’t make himself understand why Severus wasn’t scared of him. Then his thoughts were distracted as he saw blood on Severus’s shirt.

“You’re bleeding.” Harry slurred, a wobbly, yet unharmed arm trying to reach over to his mate. He only managed to flop it onto his stomach and kind of point at the blood on Severus’s shirt.

The potion’s master looked down at himself before hastily saying, “It’s not mine-.”

Harry’s mind jumped to the next conclusion. Gods, had he hurt Draco? He could have sworn that he had just seen him a few minutes ago, but he couldn’t quite remember. Panicking he tried to sire up only to have Remus push his shoulders back down. Funny, he didn’t remember the man moving closer to him and considering he was hovering over Harry’s head in his vision path, he should have noticed.

“Draco!” Harry cried, struggling against Remus’s grip, his head knocking the open potion vial out of Severus’s hand and spilling the contents into the pool of the blood below his torn limb, “Where’s my Draco?!”

He had roared out the last sentence; he could roar! Or maybe that was all the blood rushing by his ears. He wasn’t sure. He was going to go with he roared though, it sounded better. He heard Severus curse, which surprised him and kind of turned him on. That sexy mouth, spilling profanities as Harry pounded into his open- Hey! There was Draco. The blonde looked like an adorable mix of terrified and sad as tears pooled in his eyes. Why was he crying? Oh right, the blood. Who was bleeding again?

“I don’t have another healing potion strong enough for this wound.” Severus growled, and Harry was starting to get worried because he should be rock hard by now, and he couldn’t feel an erection between his legs. Come to think of it, he couldn’t really feel much of anything right now.

“I have essence of dittany.” Hermione said before hurrying out of the room. Dittany? Who needed that shit?

“Harry you stupid prat.” Draco said through gritted teeth, tears running down his, in Harry’s opinions, perfect face, “I just found you. You can’t leave me.”

Leave? Why would he leave? He hadn’t tapped that yet. Harry giggled, ‘tapped that’. That was a funny phrase. He had learned it from Dudley when he had caught him reading – and Oh! Those were lips on his.

He was breathing a little harder when Draco pulled away, and who wouldn’t be breathing harder? Draco was an AMAZING kisser. It was odd though, he couldn’t seem to pull in much air into his lungs. They hadn’t kissed for that long. Maybe he was just really turned on.

Harry reached up with his unhurt arm to wipe away some of the tears on Draco’s beautiful face. Why was he crying though? He didn’t want Draco to cry. He never wanted to see tears in those silver eyes again. And why were his fingers red? Whatever was on them rubbed off in thick lines as Harry’s fingers travelled down to the blonde’s chin. Maybe he should ask them why Draco had tears in his beautiful eyes. Maybe they knew what the red stuff was too. He opened his mouth to ask but let out a long breath instead of speaking when suddenly he felt really tired. He supposed he could ask them when he woke up.

Separate sets of “Harry!”, “Pup no!”, and “Stay awake Harry!” were the last things he heard before he was surrounded by darkness.

Then everything was quiet.

BAHAHAHAHAHA! The End. Not really. If you want to be added to the update list email me at johnson.angel39@yahoo.com.

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