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Fire Keeper	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14003 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Anything associated with Harry potter is not mine nor do I recieve payment for the production of this story. The known characters, places and familiar situations in this piece are a product of J K Rowling.

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Chapter Nine: An Upcoming Event And... A Jar Of... What?

Harry lay on the couch of the living room, his head resting on the small bump Erin now possessed. The creature that had caused that bump to be so prominent only days before lay on his back on a fleece blanket on the floor by the couch, his little mouth gurgling tiny bubbles as he tried to grasp the fingers Harry trailed idly down his cheek.

“He’s so much more aware than I thought he’d be,” Harry whispered the words, careful not to wake Erin’s gently snoring form from his sleep. Theo peered over the top of the novel he had been reading, his brown eyes warm as the baby turned its round head to the side to peer at him curiously, his violet eyes bright and wide, like his Sire when excited.

He hefted himself from the chair with ease, plonking down beside James as the little thing kicked out his plump legs and the scales of his face crinkled in a wrinkled pout. “Dragonette’s are not human, Harry. A Dragonette baby will be born bigger and with motor skills normal newborns simply don’t have. In a month’s time he’ll be the equivalent of a one year old baby, his growth not slowing down to normal rates until the age of ten at the latest. It’s around four years after that that they begin to slow. Where he may grow quickly now, by the time he’s fourteen it’ll take another ten years after that until he’s considered a fully matured adult capable of taking care of himself.”

Harry grinned softly, carding a hand through the baby’s manic blonde hair. “Such a pretty baby...”

James wrinkled his nose in a soft gesture of agreement, his little wings stretching only the slightest before pulling back in. Harry rubbed the littering of red scales gently, a shade brighter than Baro’s though they would be of no use to him for flight until he had passed puberty. Harry watched Theo lift the infant as it gurgled nonsensical noises, his brown gaze lifting to look at something beyond the couch with a small smile as he stood and quickly left the room.

Harry raised a wrinkled brow, his mouth open in a ready demand to bring James back when arms gripped him suddenly, lifting him off of Erin with only a grunt of surprise from the dark haired submissive. He was settled in a lap that was becoming embarrassingly familiar, red wings flaring about them until they had been cocooned in their own nest and he was forced to remain only inches from the Dragonette. “Baro...”

“Hello, my Harry.”

Harry sank happily into that scent, his fingers playing idly with the strands of red hair that fell around him. “Baro?”

“Yes, Harry?”

Harry’s brow furrowed in thought, shifting marginally in the man’s lap before he raised cautious eyes to meet Baro’s purple gaze. His black pupils were wider than they often were, his pale hands a distraction as they moved to capture Harry’s hips and place him more securely on his lap. “Em... I was wondering...”

The submissive trailed off as something brushed against him suddenly, something rather hard. His eyes snapped up to Baro, his cheeks flooding with colour as the Dragonette narrowed his gaze and smirked softly. “Yes, eh...” Harry’s voice seemed higher to his ears, his eyes staying forward and his mind refusing to acknowledge the very real bulge now pressed against his inside thigh. “Well... I was wondering if the Weasley’s could... Oh Merlin...”

Harry’s eyes fluttered suddenly, his hands reaching out to grip Baro’s shoulders as his Dragonette shifted slowly once more to press that hardness firmly between Harry’s thighs. His only response was a whimper, his head bending forward to lean against Baro’s neck as the hands that gripped his hips clutched tighter.

“If the Weasley’s could what, my Harry?”

Baro’s voice was a silken purr, his chest rumbling against Harry’s and his hands lifting the submissive’s shirt to trail hot fingers up his sides. Harry let loose a strangled gasp as his hips rose once more, his mouth trying to form around the words he needed. “If... If they... can they... the b-baby?”

“Can they see the baby?” Baro’s supplied easily, his nails tracing delicate patterns over the submissive’s body and deftly loosening the button of his pants. Harry keened as a warm hand was suddenly around him, cupping him and squeezing gently. His lips broke apart in a soft cry, his nod one that was barely visible amidst his trembling.

“Well of course they can, beloved. I’ll throw a party for little James and all of your family are most welcome.”

Harry hardly heard him, his eyes fluttering with each upward stroke of Baro’s heated palm. His lips had parted wetly, his throat releasing one continuous cry after the other against his better judgement. But he didn’t care anymore who heard, he didn’t care anymore what he sounded like and he didn’t care to wait anymore.

“Baro...” The sound was a whine, more noise than word and full of need. “Please...”

The Dragonette growled, a low familiar rumbling that danced down Harry’s spine and brought him ever closer to the edge. “Please...”

He was lifted so suddenly and swiftly, it almost went unnoticed, Baro’s grasp around him tightening as he carried Harry from the living room to the stairs. Harry lifted his brow from his Dragonette’s shoulder as they moved, his last view that of Erin grinning at him from the cushioned couch that had become their perch.

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Drowning.

Harry was drowning.

The scent of his Dragonette surrounded him, encased him, wrapped him in such a warm delicious happiness that he could not move. He was buried beneath it all, unwilling to swim even if it meant losing himself to everything. Warm hands ran against his bare skin, drawing moans from somewhere. Moans from him. He was moaning. He was writhing against the silken sheets of Baro’s bed and he was moaning.

These hands were different, cooler, not taking away but enhancing the delicious burn that wanted to eat him from the inside out. The scent that followed them was one he knew instinctively, his dominant. His Theo. He purred into the gentle massage, running lazy fingers through his soft curls and trying to draw the man down, down against him.

He was most certainly not in his right mind.

But he didn’t care, he wanted only what his mates could give to him and he was damned if he was opening his eyes lest this turn out to be some sort of tormenting dream.

“You have knocked him senseless.”

A rumbling laugh to his right, before larger hands drew his face away from the satiny pillow cases and soft fingers fluttered over his eyelids. “I’ve come to the conclusion that he believes last night to be a dream. He’s refused to open his eyes all morning and each time I attempt to leave the bed he wails. Perhaps you could occupy him while I begin breakfast, my Theo?”

“I’d be more than happy to.” A seductive growl that arched his spine and a playful nip to his already bitten neck that caused a keen to fall from his lips and his hips to rise from the bed despite the gentle throbbing in his lower back. “My my, little lion... How utterly ravishing you look...”

He opened his eyes at that, his pupils dilated as he stared dazedly up at the former Slytherin. Theo was devoid of his clothing. Theo was on top of him, running hands down his bare sides and casting a secretive little smile just for him. He wrapped slender arms around the brown-eyed man, his gaze becoming lidded as he pushed his hips forward to brush against his dominant.

“Mine.”

Theo’s bright eyes darkened, his nails digging into the skin of Harry’s thighs gently and His mouth parting in a subtle smirk. “Oh am I now? Well... Then I suppose I shouldn’t keep you wanting, should I, Golden Boy?”

Harry’s lips parted in a delicate growl and his eyes fluttered shut.

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Harry was sore.

Merlin he’d never make it down those stairs.

He moaned pathetically where he stood, at the top of the long staircase wrapped in pyjama bottoms and Theo’s knit jumper. A dry chuckle sounded behind him before he was picked up gently, tucked into pale arms much like the way he had carried James only yesterday. He breathed deeply through his nose before offering Myvi a grateful smile.

His mate smiled back at him, her familiar scar plucking at the corner of her mouth and making her all the more... Myvi. She had chopped her hair recently, keeping it beneath her ears and easy to manage. “How are you, dearest?”

“I’m fine...” Harry mumbled, his cheeks pinking at the thought of how loud he had been both the night before and this morning. Baro, he could hear bustling in the kitchen, the smell of late breakfast making his mouth water and drawing the curious shrieks of James from somewhere in the living room. “A little sore but nothing that won’t clear up in a day. How are you, Myvi? I didn’t see you yesterday.”

“One would assume you had been too preoccupied with other matters, dearest.” Myvi’s lopsided smile was filled with humour, her eyes crinkling with the heated glare Harry cast in her direction. She laughed as she moved towards the kitchen, settling him in a chair with ease. “I’m quite alright, Harry, I was merely visiting a sibling. The youngest of my brothers has found a wife for himself rather than indulge our mother and seek out whether his destiny was to become a Destined. He seems happy though, so I can only assume all will settle in the end and mother will accept it.”

“Surely being happy is the main thing for a mother to want for her child?” Harry tried not to squirm in the hard seat as he spoke, his gaze on Erin and James as his mate settled the chattering infant in a highchair by the table.

“You’d be surprised at the amount of Dragonettes and Destined who take our connection to the dragons too seriously, beautiful,” Erin’s voice was sad, though his smile was bright as he handed Harry a small pot with no label. “Some believe us to be above human interactions; though that amount is tiny, it still exists, unfortunately.”

“How... bizarre,” Harry muttered, a frown fixed on the pot of stuff Erin had given him before he raised confused eyes to his fellow submissive. Erin merely winked and spooned a mouthful of heated mush into James’ open mouth. Baffled, Harry tucked the jar away for later inspection and offered a bright smile to Baro as the Dragonette placed a plate full of food before him. The violet eyed man smiled softly, his head sweeping down to kiss Harry briefly on the mouth before he continued with the food.

“Oh, Baro, my sister would like to know what time she should arrive next Sunday to help us set up? She and Gerith want to bake a cake aswell to bring so no buying a big, hawky one.” Erin made faces as he spoke, his pink mouth mimicking James’ as the baby chewed his food. Harry smiled into his plate, though his eyes strayed to Baro curiously.

“Ah..” The Dragonette narrowed his gaze in thought as he placed a plate before Myvi and carded a hand through her shorter hair. “Have her and Gerith arrive before ten, Erin. I’ll tell my own family not to come until noon and I’ll send word to Harry’s family to be here an hour before that, so he’s at ease for the introductions. I know Theo no longer has contact with his family, but is there anyone you wish to invite for James’ introduction, Myvi?”

“Not particularly,” the woman shook her head with a thoughtful smile. “Gerard is settling with his new wife, two of my brothers I’ve lost contact with and the other one I’ve never much liked anyway. I suppose I must invite Mother and it is possibly Kayo will come with her. He’s been rather distraught since his Dragonette died last winter, and being the only other in the mateship, he’s nobody to cling to but my mother.”

“He is most welcome, as is your Mother,” Baro ran soothing fingers through the blonde’s hair, his violet gaze switching to Harry. “I’ll be sure to inform your Charlie of the upcoming party, Harry. He is sure to tell the rest of your family.”

Harry nodded softly, his spirits high and his smile bright as Theo stumbled into the kitchen in search of food, one brown eyes closing swiftly in a wink at Harry as he did so. He gravitated through breakfast with an ease he had not felt in a while and made his way painfully up the staircase to deposit the strange pot of gel Erin had given him by his locker. It was only when he had begun to lie down that Erin charged in and plucked up the jar, two fingers dipping into the mysterious stuff before he ordered Harry to drop his trousers and showed him that the mysterious substance was, in fact, a very specific pain reliever.
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