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The Dawning of Three	By : Persephone Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13952 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Waking up on Friday morning, Harry arched his back and gave a heavy groan. His mind immediately flagged up a reminder that the Malfoy ball was this evening and to say that he wasn’t looking forward to it was an understatement. Blaise would be over later to push and pull him into presentable clothing and Harry would make sure the Italian understood just how much he didn't want to spend his evening being bothered by stuck up purebloods. Searching out with his hands, Harry’s fingers found air and mattress rather than solid warm bodies. He should have known he was alone because every other time he had woken up this week he had been touching at least one of his new lovers.

The week since they had confessed had moved in a blur. Harry had spent all his time with Remus and Sirius, he barely managed to sneak away for an hour to himself, not that he minded much. They had used the time to try and get their relationship to catch up to the stage their minds and bodies were at; going out for meals every night and spending the days roaming London, wondering around the Natural History Museum and even going to the cinema. Sirius had watched the screen with his face scrunched up in confusion, as if the pictures were something from out of space, which had amused Harry to no end. Each night Harry curled up between them and fell asleep in their warmth and each morning he woke up so refreshed that he knew he would never give up his place in their bed. Not if he had any choice in the matter. There had been kissing too. Lots of mind-blowing kissing that Harry now craved each moment he was awake.

It hadn’t gone further than kissing yet; well kissing and roaming hands that didn't slip near the places they really needed to go. They could spend hours locking lips, Remus and Sirius taking their turn with him. In fact, it seemed like all their attention was on him at the moment, he hadn’t seen them kiss much at all, other than the average peck on the mouth they always did. He didn’t mind but he really did want to see them kiss like they kissed him, then again if that happened he might just explode all over the place.

Huffing, he opened his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows, looking around the room. Sunlight streamed in through the window, stinging his eyes slightly and filling the room with golden light that cleared the sleepy haze from his mind. The bed was mussed, Harry’s legs twisted in the covers, there was even a pillow thrown across the room which he guessed with Sirius’; the man fidgeted when he was hot at night. The bathroom door was open and the shower was running, the sound of someone humming loudly made Harry smile. He jumped out of bed and headed towards the noise before stopping short and realising that it probably wasn’t the best idea. Whoever was in there, and he guessed again that it was Sirius, would be naked and bare flesh would just send Harry over the edge. But maybe he was ready for a little more than what they were doing, the more time he spent with them the less he could deny that he wanted them to do things to him.

Shaking his head, Harry wandered passed the bathroom door, making sure not to peek, and headed out of the room. He closed his eyes and felt for Remus’ magic, feeling him down in the kitchen he followed it. The closer he got the stronger the smell of bacon and toast got and his stomach rumbled greedily. He had eaten some of the best food he’d ever had in these last few days but he was still hungry for more. He rushed into the kitchen, dressed only in his boxers, his body flaring with goosebumps in the cold air. Unless the fire was on the kitchen was the coldest room in the house, even in summer, and today didn’t change that.

Remus was standing at the oven, flipping over countless rashers of crispy bacon. There was buttered toast on a plate on the counter and some cooked sausages on another. The werewolf was facing away from Harry, his robe untied and slipping off of one shoulder, all the way to his bent elbow. Harry tiptoed up behind him, knowing that Remus knew he was there but enjoying the fact that the man wasn’t letting on, and pressed his mouth to hard jut of Remus’ shoulder blade.

“Good morning.” Remus said, his smile evident in his voice. Harry nuzzled the man’s shoulder, unable to stop himself from behaving so comfortably. So lovingly. Remus’ happiness stirred his insides and made his own lips spread. The man took the pan off the heat and turned around, keeping close.

“Morning.” Harry said, looking up at him, “You left me alone.” He narrowed his eyes playfully.

Remus cupped his face and leaned in, kissing Harry senseless before pulling back, “Only for a little while and I left you with Sirius.”

“He left me too, for a shower.” Harry said, shrugging, “I woke up all alone.” He was just teasing now, knowing that Remus would give him a reaction, whether it be kisses or, well, kisses.

“Whatever can I do to make it up to you?” Remus chuckled, he waved a hand towards the food. “Breakfast.”

Harry perched on the table, letting his legs fall wide and resting back on his hands. His feet swung slightly as Remus took him in, the man’s gaze lingering on Harry’s body for a while. “Food sounds good.” Harry nodded, “But I’d rather you kiss me more. At least until Sirius comes down.”

Remus didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, his hands resting either side of Harry’s hips, and leant in, fastening his mouth over his younger mate’s. Their lips brushed and their teeth nibbled and their tongues teased, they were so used to kissing now it was as if they had been doing it for years. Harry lifted one hand to grab the back of Remus’ head and hold the man to him. Remus’ hand gripped his thighs and dragged him forward, forcing Harry’s legs around his waist. They kissed hard, their lust for each other coming through. Harry’s hips moved on their own accord, small up and down movements that made Remus growl loudly and move his lips away from Harry’s.

“Careful, cub.” He said quietly, his eyes still closed as he reined himself in.

Harry frowned, he didn't want to be careful, he wanted some kind of release from this whirlwind of desire he was suffocating in. He watched as Remus took a deep breath, the man’s hands squeezing his thighs, and wondered what he could do to help them both without jumping into the deep end. His eyes sparked with an idea and he slid off of the table.

“Remus.” he started, the man opened his eyes and looked at him, “Sit down.” He said, pointing to the chair closest to them. Remus quirked an eyebrow and Harry flashed him a grin.

“Okay.” The werewolf said warily, dropping into the chair. Harry moved to stand in front of him, his back leaning against the table. He looked towards the door for a second, wondering when Sirius would be down, before he turned back to the man before him. Remus’ eyes wandered up and down Harry’s body, pausing on the way the boy’s boxers tented. Harry hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pushed the material halfway down his thighs.

Remus’ mouth dropped with a gasp as Harry’s cock bounced up and tapped his abs before settling, pointing straight at the other man. It was the first time Remus had seen him fully naked and a flare of embarrassment tinted Harry’s cheeks, it didn't last long though, not when Remus was looking at him as if he was the most beautiful thing on the planet. Ridding himself of his boxers completely, he sat himself on the table and spread his legs. One hand resting on the table behind him, he let the other stroke down his chest.

“Harry.” Remus choked, his adams apple bobbed and his eyes were focused on his mate’s cock. “Is this smart?”

Harry thrust his hips into the air, curling his fingers around the base of his hard shaft. He would have to do this anyway and why should he sneak upstairs into his old bedroom and do it alone. Maybe it would end in touching this way, but he was passed caring now. The thought of Remus’ hands on his body made him shudder and he gave himself a long, slow stroke.

“I think it is.” Harry muttered, “I need this and I think you should watch.” He was watching, those amber eyes focused on nothing but Harry’s hand around his erection.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to watch without wanting to touch.” Remus whispered, his tongue wetting his bottom lip. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, “Fuck, Harry.”

Keeping his eyes on Remus’ face, Harry twisted his hand along his length. “You do this to me.” The boy whimpered as a pearl of pre-cum escaped him. He’d wanked twice a day, every day this last week, just to stop himself from begging them to touch him. To fuck him. He needed something now, something to make him last just a little longer. Sliding his thumb over the head of his cock, he used the gathering pre-cum to lube himself up and gave himself a squeeze that made the breath rush from his lungs and pleasure burst in his gut. He groaned.

“Make you hard?” Remus asked, barely loud enough to hear. His robe was wide open and his burgundy boxer shorts were tented, almost busting open at the fly. Harry bit his lip, staring at Remus’ lap, wanting so badly for the man to pull his own cock out. He knew it would be big, he could see that from here, but he wanted to see it in the flesh.

“Rock hard.” He muttered, wondering where the need to talk dirty was coming from. “Every time I see you, I want you.” His hand moved faster along his flesh, moans and grunts bursting involuntarily from his lips.

“Faster.” Remus demanded, “I want to see you come.” He scooting forward, the chair legs squeaking against the floor.

Harry curled his toes, grimacing as pleasure sparked throughout his body. He was so close already, practically ready to burst, but he wanted to wait. He sucked in a breath through his teeth and dropped his hand from his length.

“I want to see you.” He breathed, swallowing hard, his eyes meeting Remus’. “Please show me.”

Remus tensed, Harry saw it in the line of his shoulders, but he gave a small nod and pulled his dressing gown all the way off before pushing his boxers down and hooking them under his balls. Harry stared, his eyes half mast. He’d never really appreciated another man’s cock before but he knew by now that that had all changed. Remus’ was...beautiful. Long, maybe eight inches and had a girth that Harry knew would fill his fist. He wanted to touch it, wanted to taste it even.

“Merlin.” He said and started stroking himself again, trembling as he used the sight of his new lovers cock to tease himself.

“Fuck.” Remus groaned, his hand mimicking Harry’s, gripping himself and pumping. They didn't take their eyes off each other, fighting the urge to touch the others skin. Neither of them notice Sirius come into the room until he let out a loud swear word and rushed towards them.

“What do you think you are doing?” He snapped, his eyebrows drawn down. Both of the males jumped, their arms dropping as though they were children being caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Sirius looked between the two, his eyes sparking.

“M’horny.” Harry pouted, regaining his confidence to take to stroking himself again. His skin was wet and soft but beneath that he was as hard as granite and aching. The muscles in his stomach and chest twitched and tensed.

Sirius’ lips quirked, his eyes darkening dangerously. He stepped forward, sending his husband a quick glance as he stopped beside their mate. His fingers rested on Harry’s thigh, making the boy startle and stare at him. “Horny? I can help with that.” He said, his hand sliding further up, “Want me to?”

Harry gulped, licking his lips as his eyes dropped to Sirius’ hand. Could he let the man touch him? How would it─ “Nnnggh.” He groaned as Sirius gripped his length and gave it a squeeze, his head dropped back and his eyes closed automatically.

“I took your silence as a yes.” Sirius said, batting Harry’s own hand away. “Merlin you feel good, so hard for us.” his fingers were calloused and rough as they slid up and down Harry’s flesh. Sirius lent in, his mouth against Harry’s throat, tongue and teeth touching him.

“Fuck yes!” Harry gasped, arching. It felt so good to have Sirius touch him, so relieving. “Remus, please.” He opened his eyes, looking across at where the werewolf was watching them, his hand moving furiously along his shaft. Harry threw his question at him through his eyes, knowing that Remus would understand. The man stood up, his boxers dropping to the floor, he stepped out of them and walked over, his hand joining his husbands.

“This what you want?” Remus asked, twisting his fist and flicking his thumb over the tip of Harry’s dick.

Nodding, the teen bit his lip hard, “Feels so good.” He ground, thrusting up. They knew how to make him squirm, how to make him ache so much that he was seconds away from bursting. They tightened their hands on him and he saw stars, he arched his back and grit his teeth, a long groan escaping still as he came. He felt the warm jets of cum land on his chest and heard the sharp intakes of air from the two men that made this happen. His whole body tensed and released as his cock jumped, his balls emptying all over him.

When he calmed down, he opened his eyes and lifted his head. Remus and Sirius were staring at him, their eyes so dark and their own cocks straining, Remus’ bare and proud while Sirius’ was hidden behind the confines of his jeans. Harry gasped for air, looking down at the liquid that glistened on his skin. Sirius gripped his hair and pulled him forward, kissing him hard while Remus’ hands stroked his thighs.

“Harry...” the werewolf choked, he cleared his throat and sniffed.

The teen broke away from Sirius and looked to where Remus was standing, his hips giving small, involuntary thrusts as his erection jumped. Leaning forward, Harry reached out for Remus’ cock, deciding to go with his heart instead of his mind. They had just given him an amazing orgasm and he wanted, needed, to return the favour. But before he could touch Remus, the man shoved Harry flat against the table and dropped his head, swiping his tongue up Harry’s abs. Licking the cum from his body. Harry let out a surprised moan and lifted his head to watch, feeling a stirring in his groin that shouldn’t have been possible just yet.

“Dirty wolf.” Sirius smirked, “Save some for me.” He copied Remus’ actions, lapping up all the beads of Harry’s climax that he could reach. The sight of the two of them, licking up his cum from his chest as though they couldn’t bear to let it go to waste was the hottest thing he had seen.

“Let me touch you.” Harry whined when they were just licking at his skin for the sake of it.

Remus’ eyes flashed up at him and he stood up.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” He muttered.

Sirius slapped his husbands arm, “Shut it.” he pulled at the button of his jeans, rushing to yank them open. He was going commando beneath and his cock sprung out as soon as it could. It was smaller than Remus’ but significantly thicker and Harry, knowing how sex between males went, felt a sudden flash of fear. He wouldn’t worry about it for now but he knew that sex with Sirius wasn’t going to be as pain free as he had hoped. “Stroke me.” Sirius purred, taking Harry’s hand and putting it on his length.

Harry let out a breath and wrapped his fingers around Sirius’ cock. It felt weird to be touching another man’s erection, he couldn’t deny that, but it wasn’t horrible. It made him more curious, feeling the velvety skin wrapped around rock hard muscle and a large vein that throbbed against his palm. He moved his hand along it slowly, getting a feel of it. listening to the hitching of Sirius’ breath and the quiet swear words he muttered.

“That’s it.” the animagus groaned, “Fuck, babe....”

Gaining confidence, Harry moved his hand faster, treating it as though he was doing it to himself. He tugged and stroked, swirling his thumb over the broad tip. Sirius shuddered wildly and Harry looked over at Remus to see that the man was taking care of himself. Disappointment flooded him but he didn't let it show, he continued to toss Sirius off until the man froze and tilted his head back, letting out a loud grunt as he spilled himself into Harry’s hand. At the same time Remus gave a roar, sounding much like the wolf he was, and shot his climax over Harry’s thighs.

Harry watched the two of them pull themselves back together before slowly lifting his hand in front of his face. His fingers were sticky, coating with Sirius’ cum, he brought it closer, wondering whether he could do what they did to him. Could he taste it? He wanted too and he had promised himself to stop worrying about these kind of things. He swiped his tongue over a finger, tasting the remnants of Sirius’ orgasm. It wasn’t that bad, actually he liked it, which was weird enough for him. He cleaned the rest of his hand with his tongue before he realised that they were staring at him.

“Merlin.” Remus breathed, “Do you like that?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah.” The werewolf leaned in and kissed him and Harry felt his heart melting.

He didn’t know how it could be possible to feel this way but he was tired of trying to figure it out. He didn't know how people would react but he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he found out. He would wait a while still but as much as he had known there was no turning back, now it was set in stone that he wouldn’t want to. He had some learning to do but he couldn’t have anyone better to teach him. Remus and Sirius had turned into the people that he needed the most in the world, the people that would hold him up if everything else fell down around him. He couldn’t help but wonder what his parents would think but maybe that was something to bring up later. Or maybe it was something to forget about altogether.

“You are so gorgeous.” Sirius murmured in his ear, his warm breath tickling Harry’s skin. The compliment made him happy and embarrassed him at the same time. He loved that Sirius found him attractive, loved that it was as if the man couldn’t keep his hands off of him. Each time Sirius or Remus flashed him one of those heated gazes, Harry just wanted to rip his clothes off and let them have him.

He pecked Sirius on the lips and cast a cleaning charm on the mess that decorated his thighs, letting out a low giggle when Remus’ tongue tickled his throat. “I’m hungry.” He muttered, smirking.

“Shit.” Remus pulled himself away, yanked his boxers on and reheated the food. “You distracted me.” He said as he put the plates down on the table.

“Sorry.” Harry replied as he slid back into his discarded underwear, making it obvious in his tone that he wasn’t sorry one bit. How could he ever be. They tucked into food, all three of them devouring the meal in record time to regain the energy they had expended. “What are you two doing today?” he asked them as he sipped some black coffee, the strong liquid sending a buzz throughout his body. He leant back in his chair and watched the two men opposite him as they pondered their answers.

“I think I might pop back to the bookshop, see whether it’s been sold yet.” Remus said slowly, as if awaiting a bad reaction.

Harry and Sirius sent each other a look and the former quirked an eyebrow, “Remus, why don’t you just buy the bookshop if it’s still up for sale?”

The man sighed, “It’s not a cheap buy, cub, and it’s a business. That’s a commitment.”

“A commitment that you want to make.” Sirius added, giving Remus’ arm a squeeze. “You know we would support you in this.”

Remus gave him a smile, just a small one, as if he knew that that was the case but he still didn’t want to lumber Sirius with the responsibility of owning a business either. Not just Sirius, Harry thought, he’s thinking about me too. As if to prove it, Remus sent the teen a look, “It’s an expensive project and there is three of us to think about now.”

Harry frowned heavily, his annoyance coming as a shock if Remus’ face was anything to go by. “Remus, if it’s something you really want than who cares about how much it costs to get running. It’s not as though we’re going to struggle with the vaults that I have.”

“You shouldn’t have to help.” Remus muttered.

Harry’s annoyance rose even more. Why the hell couldn’t he help support them? Had it been decided that because he was obviously supposed to be the most submissive that he couldn’t put his two cents in too? “Why not?” he huffed.

“Because it just wouldn’t be right.” The werewolf squirmed in his chair, looking to Sirius for support.

The animagus gave an amused chuckle and fixed his gaze on Harry, “Remus’ alpha nature means he likes to take care of us, because we’ve been together so long he’s not so pent up about it but because we’ve just gotten you after years of wanting, he wants to provide for you for a while. He doesn’t want you to have to use your money on him.”

Sighing, Harry shook his head, “Well there’s an easy way to sort that out. I’ll combine my vaults with yours, that way it’ll be all our money.” Remus’ mouth dropped open and Sirius’ eyes widened.

“That’s a major commitment, Harry.” Remus said, leaning forward slightly.

The youngest male shrugged, “We’ll be doing it one day and if it makes it easier for you to go ahead and buy the shop, then I’m happy to do it.” As he spoke he realised just how ready he was for that kind of commitment. He’d give up all his money for them if it made them happy but they didn't and wouldn’t ask this of him. Handing them his gold was handing them his trust and that’s what they were interested in.

“Are you serious about this?” Sirius asked, “We don’t expect this from you at all, especially not so soon.”

“I know you don’t. We’ll get it sorted this weekend, but seriously, Remus, if you want the shop then get it. It’ll give us all something to do.”

They stared at him for a bit, blinking, as if that would make them comprehend better and then Remus gave a short nod and beamed a smile at him. “Harry, I lo─” Harry’s heart pounded. He knew exactly what Remus was going to say but he was thankful that the man had cut himself short. He couldn’t hear those words right now, it was a little too soon. “Thank you.” Remus finished.

Harry shrugged, looking down into his mug, swirling the liquid around and around. “It’s not an issue.” He said, “So Sirius, do you have anything planned?”

“Not really.” His godfather shifted in his seat, sending his husband a glance that seemed a little shifty. “Just visiting a friend or two. Isn’t the Malfoy ball tonight?”

“Yes.” Harry grimaced, “I’m not looking forward to it though. At least I’ll have Blaise there to save me from anything untoward.”

“Do you think someone will try and bother you?” Remus frowned and it was written all over his face that he wanted to go to the ball too, just to make sure no one caused trouble for Harry. The savour couldn’t help but wonder whether that was mainly due to Moony wanting to keep an eye on what was his.

Harry sighed, “Unfortunately there is always someone who wants to bother me.”

The cheeky grin that spread across Sirius’ face made Harry’s lips curve involuntarily. “We’ll sort ’em out, won’t we Remy.” He said, nudging his bonded with his elbow.

Remus’ expression lightened at Sirius’ playfulness. “Sure, we’ll make sure they don’t bother you.”

“My heroes.” Harry gasped, pressing a hand to his chest.

Sirius’ eyes narrowed and he leant back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Come here.” he demanded, his voice suddenly low.

Harry gulped and sat still, wanting to see just how far he could push Sirius into being more tough with him. He found he liked the dominance. Liked being told to get his arse over to them so that they could cover him in sweet kisses. He swallowed down the last of his coffee and placed the mug on the tabletop. “No.” He said softly and had to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from laughing at the way Sirius’ face flashed with annoyance.

“Move your butt and get over here. I want to kiss you.”

“I don’t want too.”

“You weren’t saying that a minute ago, when my hand was wrapped around your cock.”

Harry glowered, his cheeks reddening, he wasn’t quite used to having those topics so out in the open. The only time he and Ginny spoke about sex was when they were having it and they didn’t often speak during. For Sirius to throw those words into casual conversation embarrassed him but at the same time it sent a thrill throughout his body; just the way it had went Blaise had been so terrifyingly honest with him about what he wanted.

“Sirius don’t embarrass him.” Remus chuckled, quieting when Harry glared at him too.

“Shut up.” The youngest male muttered.

“Only when you get over here.” Sirius grinned evilly.

It wasn’t like it was a hard decision, he had wanted to go to him straight away but at least now he was covered by the excuse that he was doing it to shut Sirius up. He pushed himself out of his chair, his fingers pulling at the waistband of his briefs in the place that they had dug in, and moved around the table. He walked slowly, taking his time.

“Hurry up.” The animagus grunted.

Remus caught Harry’s wrist as he moved passed, “Me first.” He stated, pulling on the teen’s arm to draw him down. Harry’s wrist tingled, the fact that Remus wanted him made him feel giddy and he smiled. A part of him still couldn’t believe that they were together, that he was a part of what they had. To him it was as if the impossible had happened, once again. He swooped down and kissed Remus, three brushes of their lips before he moved on to Sirius. Knowing he was leaving Remus wanting more.

Standing next to his godfather, Harry raised his eyebrows, “Well I’m here.” he huffed jokily.

Sirius slapped his hands on his knees, “Hop aboard.”

Staring down at Sirius’ jean clad thighs, Harry pulled a face and shook his head, “No thanks, I’m not a child.”

“Get on my damn lap.” Sirius growled, already pulling his little mate onto him. Harry staggered, falling heavily onto Sirius’ legs with a whoosh of air.

“Oi.”

“Fucking kiss me.”

Sirius moulded their mouths together, his hand tightening on Harry’s hips as the boy sat side-saddle across his legs. He kissed Harry until the boy gasped for breath and jumped off of him. Nibbling his bottom lip, Harry scratched at his chest and tried to regulate his heartbeat. No more kissing, not unless they were ready for a repeat of earlier only with less reservations.

“I think I’m going to go upstairs and read a little.” He said without looking at either of them. He walked from the room before they could say anything else, not wanting to risk letting go completely without a little insight into it. He wanted their first time to be filled with the passion and the lust that constantly simmered between them and that wouldn’t happen if they had to be careful with him.

Making his way back to the bedroom, he grabbed a quick shower before pulling on some tracksuit bottoms and settling in the middle of the giant mattress that was now his bed. He propped himself up on some pillows and grabbed his book from where it sat next to Remus’ on the bedside table. He was still reading about werewolves, going over the chapter on mating again and again, so much so he could probably recite the entire thing from memory. The chapter after was on werewolf pregnancy and he read that out of interest all the way up the subheading of Male werewolf pregnancy, which he promptly skipped over, not even wanting to open that can of worms. The thought of it freaked him out, but it didn't stop him reading about the way werewolf children were raised in the pack environment. He couldn’t imagine how many packs there were out there, living wild and free with their children running around. It seemed to him like it would be a good life, but he wondered whether it really was.

The hours passed easily when he was reading. He heard the front door go at one point and was a little miffed that they didn’t say goodbye to him, but a quick nap took that away. When he woke again, his stomach rumbled and he headed down into the kitchen to make himself a cheese sandwich, chomping through it like a starving man.

Blaise would be here soon surely and then Harry would have to tell him all about his new relationship. He wondered whether his friend would be surprised but something told him that he wouldn’t. Blaise seemed all too sure that Remus and Sirius would happily accept him and Harry made note to ask him how he had figured that out. He didn't worry that Blaise would be annoyed, not after their last chat, but he still felt a little guilty about it all. He didn't want Blaise to be left on his own again, he didn’t deserve that at all; he deserved someone that would love him completely, take care of him and break down the walls he had erected for most people.

The other thing he had to ask about was Ginny’s article. He had forgotten about it during the past week, what with being so caught up in Remus and Sirius, but he still needed to know what she had said about him. He could only imagine the looks and questions he would get tonight about it, those purebloods are anything but subtle and he was sure a few of them would still like to see him slip up.

The doorbell rang at about three. Being lazy, he disapparated out of the kitchen and appeared in front of the door, yanking it open without checking to see who it was. He knew, though, that it would be Blaise and he was right.

The Italian smirked at him with a grin so rich that Harry wondered whether he should be scared or not. There was a duffle bag swinging from Blaise’s hand and he stepped into the house without so much as a hello, kissed Harry on the cheek and then walked passed him, heading further into the house. Rolling his eyes, Harry pushed the door so that it swung shut on its own, locking with a loud click, and turned to follow.

“Hi to you too.” He said loudly as he traipsed after Blaise up the stairs.

His friend’s velvet laugh filled the air and Blaise threw him an amused look over his shoulder, “Hey.”

They reached the top landing and Blaise went straight to Harry’s room, stopping short in the doorway. Harry knew what he would be thinking; the room was cool and still, the bed made with crisp sheets that hadn’t be disturbed in days. Even Harry thought the room looked a little abandoned. Blaise turned his head to look into the room opposite, seeing the slightly rumpled covers and the book that lay open, face down on the mattress.

“So where are we getting ready?” He asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.

Harry pointed into his old room, “In there.”

Blaise wandered in and threw his bag onto the bed, where it bounced, the boy settled next to it, his mouth curved into an amused smile. “So you told them?” he urged, wagging his eyebrows, “Did they ravish you? How was it? Does your arse hurt?”

“Blaise!” Harry spluttered, he sat down on the bed next to his friend, “Turns out that werewolves can have more than one mate. Hermione gave me a book and I read about it. The way they were behaving, the way I was feeling, it all added up and so I confronted them. I had to know whether I was his mate too, I couldn’t ignore the thought that maybe I was born to be with them.”

“And you were?”

Nodding, Harry ran a hand through his hair, “Apparently so. It explains quite a bit actually but it’s still kinda weird.”

“I can’t even imagine. Harry Potter a werewolf’s mate...not only that but a werewolf who was his father’s best friend. You don’t make things easy for yourself do you, mio amore, the press would have a field day with this.”

Harry shrugged, “I’m sure they will but I don’t want them to find out just yet. I want to figure the whole relationship with a married couple out myself first.”

“I’m glad you trust me with this. Two years ago I never thought that we would be so close.” Blaise nudged their shoulders together.

“Tell me about it.”

“I’m also glad that I lost you to your soulmates, helps to know that it was inevitable.”

Harry nodded, “I guess...”

“So come on...give me the details. How was losing your butt virginity?”

Rolling his eyes, Harry sighed and flopped back, lying down. “We haven’t gone that far yet.”

“You haven’t? How come?” Blaise frowned, turning over and collapsing beside him.

“Well I...” This was a little more awkward than he had expected but that was probably just because he wasn’t as open with these things as Sirius was. He’d hardly grown up thinking it was normal to talk about. “I just wanted to know what I was doing before it happened, I don’t want my nerves to get to me.”

“So you were going to ask me to go through the basics and reassure you that you can fuck a guy...or two...without worrying too much and ruining the mood.” Blaise’s eyes shone with amusement and his lips were quirked into a smile. He flicked Harry’s arm.

“You psychic?”

“A little.” Blaise winked, “Now ask your questions, boy wonder.”

Harry stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the best way to phrase what he had to say. Popping his lips he turned to look at Blaise and started off easy. “Does it hurt?”

Blaise shrugged, “If you do it wrong. But face it, those two know exactly what they are doing, they’ve been together for ages. I don’t think you’ll have a problem. Lube is the key.”

His cheeks turning a steady shade of pink, Harry cleared his throat and asked, “What does it feeling like?”

Blaise winced a little and lifted a shoulder in a partial shrug, “I wouldn’t know exactly, I’ve always been a top.” Harry raised his eyebrows, “But the guys I’ve been with, albeit there hasn’t been loads, always seemed to be enjoying themselves. A lot.”

“I know it’s going to be great.” Harry said, “There’s just something between us, but I’m still nervous. I just never thought that I would be in this situation.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Remus and Sirius are going to take very good care of you.”

“I know. I just want to be confident before we go into it, I don’t want anyone to be thinking too much the first time, it’ll be better that way.”

“Always is...I would offer to give you a trial run but I already know the answer.” Blaise teased. “I’ll teach you a cleansing and lubrication charm and you’ll be good to go. No worries.”

“Thanks.” Harry grinned, feeling a little more relaxed. He hadn’t thought that Blaise would have any other reaction to what he had, which just made him feel even more silly for feeling embarrassed. “I’m just nervous about doing something wrong, I guess...they’re so much more experienced than I am. They know exactly what the other likes and dislikes and I’ve got to learn it all...while the other one is there.”

“Harry, if there is one thing that I know, it’s that you have nothing to worry yourself about. Neither of them are going to judge you. They are no doubt desperate to have you fully, they won’t be looking for things you might not get bang on the first time. They’ll be too busy touching you to care.” Harry thought of Sirius and Remus’ hands on his body, thought about the way they stroked him, and closed his eyes, smiling to himself. “Looks like something might have happened.” Blaise teased.

“Just a little this morning, not much.”

“The smile on your face is all I need to see to tell that you are completely head over heels.”

Dropping his smile slowly, Harry opened his eyes to look at his friend and shrugged, choosing to ignore the suggestion in the sentence. That he was in love with them. He was, of course, but he couldn’t admit that out loud yet. Mainly because he didn’t understand it and a bit because it scared the shit out of him. It hadn’t been like this before, no sudden realisation that he was in too deep before he had even realised he was in the water, but then again he hadn’t been born for Ginny.

That reminded him. “What did Ginny say to the Daily Prophet?” he asked Blaise, noticing the way the boy’s eyes darkened with anger, not aimed at Harry.

“Fucking Bitch.” Blaise huffed, flipping onto his back with a whoosh of air, “You didn’t read it?”

Harry shook his head, “Remus threw it out before I could. I’ve been meaning to ask someone but I’ve been distracted.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Blaise threw an arm above his head, “She said that the war had damaged you; made you emotionally unavailable and then she went on to speculate that you had been cheating on her. She talked a lot about the fact that you’ve changed since killing Voldemort, become a little more closed off. She thinks you need some therapy. She also had a whine about the fact that you two had plans for marriage and children and how you’ve fucked it all up. How you don’t know what you want...blah, blah, blah.”

Harry groaned, rubbing his forehead with his hand. “Think those poncy purebloods will be bringing it up tonight?”

“Maybe, one or two but I can’t imagine that most of them took any notice of what was said. They don’t exactly trust Ginny’s word on things, especially since you just dumped her, it’s obvious that she would want to get back at you.”

“I didn’t think that I did it badly.”

“You probably didn't but it was the fact that you broke up with her that pissed her off. Without you she had no fame, money or power. That article gave her a little money but it shoved her down the social ladder a good few rungs, and she wasn’t exactly high up to start with.”

“I just don’t get it.”

“She didn’t love you.” Blaise shrugged, “Anyone that did wouldn’t have done that, even if you had broken up with them. They would have locked themselves away for a few days, drowned their sorrows and then tried to move on.”

“Y’know Remus found out I was his mate on my seventeenth birthday. All this could have been avoided had he just told me.”

“Doesn’t always work that way, Harry. You wouldn’t be who you are now if he had. Things happen for a reason.”

Harry groaned again, “People are so fucking difficult.”

Choking out a laugh Blaise said, “Yeah, you’re telling me. I spent most my life with a bunch of homicidal twats.”

“Errrr, same.” Harry smirked.

“Shit, you always trump me.”

“Boy-who-lived remember.”

“Always have to be the best.”

“Which is exactly why I planned to have the world’s most powerful dark wizard try and kill me...eight times.”

“Bring the tone down why don’t you.” Blaise pushed himself up, smirking, and pinched Harry in the side, making the boy jolt away from him. “Come on, let’s get everything sorted. It’s going to take me a while just to sort out that hair of yours.”

ooOOoOOoOOoo

The grand hall in the Malfoy manor was just that. Grand. Harry’s eyes fanned over the marble floor and the high white ceiling. There was a heavy chandelier hanging from the centre of the room, light glinting off what must have been real crystal. Only the best for the Malfoy’s after all. There were people everywhere; all dressed in expensive robes made from silk and velvet in an array of colours. They were packed together, speaking in low tones as though each of their conversations were more important than the one going on next to them. Their hands gripped crystal glasses of liquid that was no doubt alcoholic, their lips leaving smears on the rims as they sipped delicately. The sound of violins and harps floated from the raised stage in the far corner where a small band played soft, smooth music.

There was a circular bar erected in the middle of the room, out of place, it must have been brought in specially for this evening. Four barmen dressed in black and white uniforms scuttled around behind it, pouring different types of beverages in the hundreds of glasses that sat on the bars surfaces ready to be picked up by anyone.

Blaise settled a hand on his shoulder and looked at him, “Alright?” he asked quietly.

Harry nodded, “Yeah.” He said, pulling at the sleeves of the green shirt he was wearing. Blaise had stuck with his original plan and let him keep his attire simple; a shirt and dragon hide trousers with shiny black loafers. His hair, of course, couldn’t be tamed but apparently that gave Harry a ‘just-been-shagged’ look that the slytherin’s would die for. He wasn’t sure whether or not that was a good thing, but he didn't really have a choice on the matter. Blaise looked his usual regal self in deep purple robes and Harry couldn’t help but wonder whether he looked completely out of place next to him. A sudden rush of longing for Sirius in his leather and vests with his lack of care about what others thought went through him and Harry cleared his throat, trying to rid himself of it. He would not spent tonight thinking about Remus and Sirius, this was Blaise’s evening.

The Italian led him towards the bar with a gentle hand pressed to his back. The crowd parted like the red sea had for Moses, their faces focussed on Harry. He could see the varied emotions, from excitement to trepidation, they all knew he was the embodiment of power and that was something these people craved even now, after everything. Harry saw Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson across the other side of the room, watching. Malfoy looked just as he always had, beautifully haughty with his white-blonde hair slicked back, curling just beneath his ears, and his light blue robes with a silver snake attached to his breast. Pansy was wearing a knee-length emerald dress that hugged her figure and her eyes burnt Harry skin as she glared at him. She had never liked him, even since the slytherin’s swapped sides, but he couldn’t say he cared much. He figured she was just jealous that Blaise liked to spend time with him.

They settled in front of the bar and Blaise leant over to grab two glasses of firewhiskey from the last row, he handed one to Harry and sipped the other. “Are you hating it already?”

“Nothing has happened for me to hate yet.” he smiled.

Blaise grimaced, his eyes focused on a spot behind Harry’s head, “Spoke too soon, Lucius is making his way over.”

Harry’s heart stuttered and he took a long swallow of his firewhiskey before turning around just as Lucius Malfoy came to a stop in front of him. The man look down at him with a marginal curve to his sculpted mouth, upturned silver eyes flashing at him with what seemed to be interest. Unease settled like lead in Harry’s stomach; no matter how long it had been, he still couldn’t see past the man that had aided in trying to kill him and Ginny.

“Mr Potter, I’m glad to see you.” Lucius purred, his voice silken.

Harry inclined his head in a brief nod, “And I you, Mr Malfoy. How is everything?”

Lucius’ mouth twitched, “It is all very well thank you. I hope you are well, I heard the unfortunate news about you and the Weasley girl, such a shame, however her reaction to the entire situation was completely uncouth.” He said the word ‘unfortunate’ as though it was possibly the best thing that had happened to Harry and the rest of his sentence hardly seemed as sincere as his words were trying to be. He moved closer to the young wizard, just a step but it brought Malfoy into his personal space and made Harry’s mouth go dry. He took another sip of his drink.

“Erm...yeah, it was unfortunate.”

“I hope that next time you’ll pick someone more worth your time.”

Blaise stepped up beside Harry, his arm sliding around the boy’s waist and resting on his hip, “That’s what I’m trying to convince him to do, Mr Malfoy, he likes to play hard to get though.” He winked.

Lucius looked to where Blaise’s hand rested and back up to Harry’s face, his mouth a smirk, “I’m sure he does.” He said, his voice deeper, “I’ll see you around Potter.” He turned and glided off into the throng of people. A short, slightly plump man wearing all black caught his arm and said something in a rushed whisper, his eyes flicking over to Harry.

“What was that about?” Harry frowned, taking another long swallow of his drink as though it could erase the memory of Lucius’ eyes on him.

Blaise rolled his eyes, “That was Lucius’ obsession with power and beauty coming through. He sees something he likes and he goes for it.” There was anger darkening Blaise’s eyes but he let out a long breath and shook his head to calm down.

“What the hell has happened recently? Why is it only men coming on to me?” Harry asked, leaning his hip against the bar, he saw the bartender smile slightly at his comment.

Blaise laughed, “Good question, maybe women sense the change in you.” Harry glared viciously at him which only made him laugh more.

“Blaise, are you ignoring us?” Pansy’s voice was still as shrill as ever. She stopped in the space between their shoulders, her arms crossed and pushing her breasts up so that they were the first thing Harry saw when he looked at her. “My face is up here Potter.” She barked.

“Sorry.” Harry mumbled and looked towards Draco who was standing just behind the witch. He gave a polite smile, “Draco.”

“Harry.” The Slytherin nodded.

It was still odd to call him by his first name and not want to punch him in the face but they had been civil for a while now and it could only get better. At least that’s what Harry thought. They were hardly friends but he didn't worry that Draco would curse him when his back was turned...Pansy on the other hand.

“No, I wasn’t ignoring you. Harry and I were just getting a drink.” Blaise soothed, giving the girl a tight smile.

“What did father want?” Draco asked, tilting his head as he waited for the answer.

Blaise raised his glass and sipped it before motioning towards Harry with it, “Harry it seems.” He said slowly, watching Draco for signs of emotion.

The boy frowned, “Merlin’s sake, he’s a nightmare. Sorry about that Harry.”

“Don’t be, it’s fine.” Harry lifted a nonchalant shoulder.

Pansy scoffed, “Now that you’re single you’re going to have them all after you.” She said before reaching forward and grabbing a drink from the bar. “Seriously, the older purebloods are so much worse than the younger ones. No sense of decorum.”

“Probably because of the arranged marriages.” Draco said, “But I wish he’d go for people who aren’t my age and going for you is just ridiculous.”

“Errr, thanks.”

“I mean because of everything that’s happened and because you’re younger than me...” Draco shrugged, “It’s slightly perverted.”

Harry blushed, wondering whether that’s what people were going to think when his relationship with Remus and Sirius came out. He hadn’t thought of it that way; sure he felt slightly weird that they were his parents age but he didn’t think they were perverts for wanting him. Besides, it’s not like it was Remus’ fault, Harry was his mate after all. Seeing the amusement on Blaise’s face, Harry narrowed his eyes.

“It’s not the age gap that worries me, it’s the look on his face.”

“And Malfoy’s are persistent.” Pansy nodded sympathetically, “I can understand your fear.” She said, her voice softer than before, as if Harry’s prey status made her like him a little more.

He scoffed, “I appreciate the support.” He smiled.

“Mr Potter!”

Harry gaped, recognising the voice immediately, his eyes shot in the direction that Amaryllis was sauntering from and his heart boomed in his chest. She was stunning, so damn gorgeous that he had no idea how he hadn’t noticed her before now. Her blonde hair fell in waves around her face and she was wearing a gold gown that glittered in the light from the chandelier. She looked like sunshine wrapped up in a human body. Her eyes swam with warmth as she pulled Harry into her arms and hugged him.

“Amaryllis, I didn’t know you were coming.” He smiled, not being able to keep himself from feeling happy when she was so kind.

She took a step back, pressing a hand to her chest. “I am very distantly related to the Malfoy’s, Lucius does like to try and prove his worth by inviting the best of us. As if that will stop people from noticing how much of an imbecile he is.” She placed a hand on Draco’s shoulder, “Lucky for him he has an heir that will bring respect and greatness back to his family name.”

Draco’s face shone from the praise and pink tinted his cheekbones. “I’m glad you think that.” He said quietly, in almost a whisper. Harry had never seen him so speechless but he didn't blame him one bit.

“Oh Amaryllis, this is Pansy and Blaise.” Harry introduced them. Pansy nodded briefly but the jealousy in her eyes was obvious and when Blaise said nothing, Harry sent him a look only to see that he was staring at Amaryllis as though he had never seen anything so beautiful. Harry thought he might get a little jealous when Blaise moved on but he felt nothing like that, he had exactly who he needed and now he just wanted that for his friend. He gave Blaise’s ankle a little kick and the boy jolted back to earth, immediately reaching for Amaryllis’ hand and lifting it to his lips.

“A pleasure to meet you.” He purred before pressing his mouth lightly to the Veela’s knuckles.

Amaryllis giggled lightly and Harry knew right then and there that something would happen between his friend and this beauty. Something damn amazing. “Why thank you Blaise, it’s so nice to meet a young man with impeccable manners.” Her voice had taken on a note of huskiness that just made her even sexier than she already was. Harry and Draco sent each other a look so similar that it shocked the both of them into an amused smile.

“Would you like a drink?” Blaise asked and when Amaryllis nodded he moved to lead her around the other side of the bar, where it was quieter. He sent Harry a look before he did so, one that asked a multitude of questions, and Harry answered with a nod. The soft smile Blaise sent him made his chest ache a little but he smiled back as he watched them walk away.

“Sign of a bad date.” Pansy said, “Just leaving you here as he goes off with her.”

Harry shrugged, “I think he deserves it.” he said, finishing his drink and picking up another.

“Will you excuse me a moment, I have to mingle with the adults.” Draco said wryly, smirking before walking off.

“At least they haven’t bothered you so much.” Pansy came to stand beside him, their shoulders touching, she swirled her drink around her glass and looked out into the crowd.

Harry nodded, “There’s still time though and I have no Blaise to protect me anymore.” The music washed over him, having some kind of calming effect on his mind that blocked the noise of the tipsy purebloods as they spoke louder and louder with each drink.

Pansy made a sound in the back of her throat that seemed to be a rather dignified scoff, “You don’t need anyone to protect you, Harry. You never have.”

She was wrong. At least that was the first thing Harry thought. She didn’t really know him, so he didn't blame her for her assumption, but she was most definitely wrong. He needed protecting more than anyone he knew, the only difference being that he needed protecting from himself more than anything else. He needed someone to make sure he was actually living life for himself and doing the things he wanted to do. His mind went to his lovers and he smiled.

“You’d be surprised.” He said, lifting a shoulder in a shrug.

She left him some time later with a different impression of the girl who hid behind her old facade. She wasn’t that bad, better than some Gryffindor girls that Harry knew. She had a better grasp on life than they did. He searched the room for Blaise and saw him with Amaryllis over the far side of the room, standing close together. He was talking and she was smiling widely and when he paused she laughed, a sound that made those near to them turn to look. Harry walked towards the door, ready to leave and go home, ready to curl up in the arms of his werewolf and animagus, where he belonged.

He almost made it when he got stopped by Rita Skeeter, dressed in some hideous leopard print robe with white fur trim, her white hair piled on her head and her red glasses amplifying her eyes. “Harry potter!” she squealed, making him wince. A loud puffing sound went off as a wiry wizard beside her took Harry’s picture.

“Oh Merlin.” He whispered to himself, looking around for help but finding no one.

“So nice to see you!” Rita gushed, “How are you enjoying the ball?”

“Oh, um, it’s been very good.” He said, wincing at how stupid he sounded. She just ‘mm-hmm mm-hmmed’ along with what he said, not paying too much attention. She’d make up whatever it was she hoped he was saying.

“How have you been? The breakup must be hitting you hard but I’m sure you had a good reason.” He just gave a sharp nod, not wanting to talk about it. He wasn’t going to lower himself to that. It was his business not hers and the rest of the wizarding worlds.

“Any chance of a reconciliation?”

A large hand settled on his shoulder and scent of leather washed over him. He closed his eyes, inhaling. “I think that’s Harry business, not yours.” Sirius said, “So run along and bother someone else.”

Opening his eyes, Harry just looked at the woman as she opened and closed her mouth. “Oh, of course...I didn't mean to press the issue.” She stumbled over her words, no doubt remembering what happened the last time she annoyed them enough. “Wilson, come along.” She hurried off, mumbling to herself as the small photographer scuttled behind her.

“Thank you.” Harry whispered, facing his godfather. Sirius looked as if he had made some kind of effort, sure he was wearing leather trousers but his shoes were polished and he was wearing a green shirt free of wrinkles; his hair fell straight and smooth, looking shiny, like light reflecting off of ink. He grinned at Harry but there was the heat in his eyes that didn't seem to go away.

“No problem. You look great.” He made sure to sound friendly and he pulled it off pretty well.

“So do you, but what are you doing here?”

“Well I did get an invite, I thought I’d make an appearance, check it out.”

“You mean check up on me.” Harry quirked a brow.

Sirius shrugged, not looking the slightest bit ashamed, “There are a lot of people here who want some part of you.”

“Yeah, including Lucius Malfoy.” Harry muttered, cast a look towards where the man was talking to a witch so short she barely reached his waist. Lucius wasn’t looking at her though, his eyes were fixed to Harry and he run his teeth over his bottom lip in a suggestive manner. Harry’s eyes widened and he looked back to Sirius.

“That fucking weasel,” The animagus muttered, “and here I was thinking that Blaise was going to be the biggest trouble.”

Ah, that’s why he had shown up, to make sure Blaise wasn’t getting too friendly on their ‘date’. “You don’t have to worry about him, he’s met someone else to turn his attention on.” He motioned in Blaise’s direction with his hand. Sirius turned and made a small squeaking sound.

“Of all the people.” He said, turning back to Harry, “Who would guess.”

“He deserves it.” Harry sighed happily, Sirius just watched him, “Where’s Remus?”

“At home, not his kind of thing, what with all the snotty purebloods.” Sirius shrugged, “Fancy a drink?”

Harry shook his head, “No. Let’s go home.”

“Sounds like a perfect idea.” Sirius grinned and they headed towards to doors, ready to get home to their werewolf.
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