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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132386 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN: Sorry, I was unaware that a poll was not allowed on the story, so it will be removed. Those who have already voted, please do not repeat these in the section where the poll will be reposted. Thank you.

jujukitty: And those aren’t the only families I’m going to throw at him.

lillylovessnape: Isabel is definitely in the running. I love their interactions, too.

unneeded: I think I’m gonna give ol’ Lavender a bit more, just watch me.

FireWolf: Sorry. For this story, Hermione is just a human, though maybe not so pure.

Sammi_bear: I’m sorry if I’ve confused you. I hope you can bear (get it) with me. I’ve been giving a lot of time for Harry to adjust to what he is, what it entails and how he will deal with some of the issues that pertain. His times with mates, interactions of every sort, are coming up. Feel free to skip the descriptions from the book Harry has, it is kinda just filler to some people. Everything will probably be in the later chapters, when Harry and his mates . . . mate.

Jordan C: Wow, that was impressive! Sure it’s only ten chapters, but cool! Yes, for Harry, and only for Harry. Can’t promise that about any of the others, just yet.

kit: I agree, they would. Hope they win, right? And you are right, so here are some of those friends, and others as well.

orkchild: Cool name! Thanks, I’m enjoying writing it, too!

Chapter 11: Faeries, Faeries, Everywhere Faeries

Pixies, Sprites and Dryads

The lesser, but more prolific of the Faerie folk, are by far some of the most interesting, and provocative. Pixies, given the name because of their diminutive size, are mischief makers, and the most difficult to pin down. These, like the aerie, are not the greatest of parental figures, but at least they do not abandon their offspring. Sprites are a cross-breed, between Pixie and Nymph, and being such, are impotent. Nymphs, such as Dryads (or wood Nymphs), are often thought to be only female, and mostly are, in their natural form. In human crosses, any Nymph, including Dryads, Hamadryads, Meliai, Lampads, Maenads, Naiads and Ocianids, are both male and female.

The mating practices of Pixies, Sprites and Nymphs are not common knowledge, for they are secretive and reclusive beings. Any information about these lesser known faerie beings, is to be directed toward the Department of Mystical Reproduction, Faerie Division.

            Seamus stopped in the aisle just before the restricted section, and turned to Harry. His earlier demeanor was dropped and he had a serious look on his face. Harry waited as the Irish boy made a decision. “Harry, when I came to see you the other day, I was under the influence of the potion. I wanted you to know that I wouldn’ta done it if it weren’t for that.”

            Harry wasn’t sure how he felt about this confession and he looked away, shrugging his shoulders and muttering acceptance, though inside he was torn.

            “I wouldn’ta come to you, but I’m glad I did.” Seamus continued and Harry’s head jerked back to face him. “I wasn’a lying, about how I feel about you, but I was too scared ta say ennathin. Are ya disgusted, Harry?”

            “I-I, No! No, Seamus. I’m not disgusted. You are a good friend, and I’m not sure how I feel about you, but I’m not that!” Harry blushed and looked around again, this time to make sure they weren’t being watched.

            Seamus beamed at him, moving closer. “So, I might have a chance, Harry? Thas all I ask.”

            “Sure, Seamus. I can agree to that.”

            “Could ya agree to a . . . little kiss?” Seamus took a turn to blush and it fused his freckles with pink and gave him a bit of a strawberry look. Harry thought it was endearing and he reached out and pressed his lips to the other boy’s, holding Seamus’ hips in his hands.

            This was easier than it had been when he had kissed Lavender Brown at the beginning of the semester, on the train, before Ron and Hermione arrived. Lavender had been pushy and bold, and he was so turned off that he had brushed it off and not given it another thought for weeks. Now, it came to him that this is what that kiss had lacked. An emotional tie, a cherished thought and a true desire.

            His hands seemed to move on their own, roving up along Seamus’ ribs and pulling him closer, and though he’d only planned it to be a quick chaste kiss, when the smaller boy sighed, Harry found his tongue sneaking into the Irishman’s parted lips and searching out the other’s. His body felt warm and needy, wanton desires flooded him and made him forget his surroundings. He could almost take his first mate, right here, and right now!

            He remembered something important that Sirius had said about first mates, and he pulled back. When they parted, Harry looked down and Seamus muttered breathlessly, “Wow. That was sumpin!”

            Harry laughed and they pulled farther apart. The moment was broken, and Harry was secretly relieved. He had begun to feel a flighty sensation and thoughts of foolish acts, like running through the library giggling and pulling Seamus along by their clasped hands, had filled his head. It was so far from his normal behavior that it was suspect. He was aware of the look of joy that filled Seamus’ face and so didn’t mention it. “We need to get to class.” He said and Seamus looked around, seeing the lack of others in the library and looking lost. “Really, Shea. It’s nearly time for Defense.”

            When Seamus nodded, Harry turned to go, looking back and shaking his head. He grabbed the other boy’s hand and pulled him reluctantly along. They arrived just in time.

*****

           The Great Hall was buzzing with activity when Harry walked in and took his usual seat. Padma looked up and smiled; quirking an eyebrow in his direction. He forced a small smile in return, hoping no one was looking his way.

           Once his napkin was securely in his lap, he looked up and down the trays, laden with food. He searched for something that was appetizing from the choices. There was chicken and shepherd’s pie, two of his favorites, but what he craved was something more exotic. He was about to give up and take a less than adequate choice when a tray appeared in front of him, double layered with prawns, oysters shrimp tails and other sea foods. His eyes grew wide and he smiled happily.

           Soon, he was feasting on his sea food choices grinning like a Cheshire cat. The tray was joined by another, this one filled with lobster tails and some seaweed wrapped bundles that smelled delectable. Nearby, was a bowl of butter sauce and a pitcher of sweet cream.

           Harry poured himself a glass and dipped some of the butter sauce over the seaweed bundles that were packed around broiled eel meat, this he discovered after, and savored his meal.

           Hermione glanced over from the other side of Dean and took a double take on his meal. “Harry, what are you eating?” she hissed, drawing Dean, Ron and Parvati’s attention.

           “I think it’s Yakisoba,” Harry said lifting a scoop of noodles from another bowl and putting them next to the lobster.

           “Where did that come from?” Dean asked and Harry pointed. “I love Japanese food,” he said serving himself some.

           “Eel wraps, shrimp, prawns, and oysters. They’re real good.” Harry said between bites and swallowing. He was joined by most of the Gryffindors and the unexpected treats began to appear on some of the other tables.

           The rest of the meal was uneventful, compared to that.

*****

           Harry whipped his mouth with his napkin and stood up, telling Dean that he’d see them later. Ron and Hermione had already gone to the library to work on his charms essay. Before he could reach the fifth floor, Isabel was walking beside him, sliding her hand under his elbow.

           “We must keep up appearances, mustn’t we?” she said leaning closer. He turned her way and smiled.

           “Of course. Should we have a public snogging session in the library?” he teased.

           “Only if we must.” She sighed dramatically and they both broke into laughter.

           They were soon reclining in the Room of Requirements, Isabel on a damask fainting couch and Harry on the floor, his head against her thigh as he watched the fire. They had been drilling on charms and potions, reviewing history of magic and which defense spells the class had been practicing. They were worn out and taking a break when Isabel sat up abruptly. “Oh, the spell. I found the perfect spell, and it seems tailored to your needs. I’ll show you it, then you can cast it on your journal tonight.”

           Harry sat up excitedly, watching as she demonstrated the wand movements and told him the incantation. “That’s all?” he asked. “Just Familial Inclusious?”

           “Told you it was simple. It works with your heritage. It is for only those who are in your family. Your creature family. Tailored to your personal creature blood.” She frowned for a second. “I would suggest you don’t cast it while involved with a mate, cause that would likely morph the spell.”

           “How do you mean?”

           “Chameleonis, Harry. When mating, they take on the traits of their partner. If you cast it while with, say a hippogryph partner, then it would only open to a hippogryph, or a Chameleonis in partial hippogryph form, I guess. Not that you would do such a thing, but . . oh, you know what I mean, right?”

           “I’m beginning to. That could explain things, a bit. I’ve been having some odd . . . cravings, lately. Like dinner, tonight. I wanted fish and cream. Is that weird?” he asked.

           “Not if you’re a cat.” She suggested.

           “Do you think there are cat-based, creature crosses at school?” he said.

           “I don’t know, but I wouldn’t doubt it. Think about it, Harry. How many cat-based families are there?” she asked and Harry’s mind began to supply him with all the possibilities.

*****

            The dorm had settled down for sleep and Harry pulled his curtains closed around his bed. He took out his journal and the spell book that Isabel had given him from their hiding place in his trunk and curled up against his pillows. He put them in front of him. First, he jotted down a brief note about the improvement of his vision, his reaction to Seamus and his odd cravings at dinner.

            That finished, he put the journal aside and picked up the contraception spell book. “Shit! I don’t believe I’m doing this!” he muttered as he cracked open the cover and took out his wand. The first chapter was basic theory and the history of the idea of wizard contraception, an idea that had the blood rushing to his face. One particular paragraph made him wince and brought to mind disturbing images.

In some cases, a wizard must release sexual energy to keep his magic core stable. Failure to do this can cause irregular swelling of magic energy in the sexual organs. This may not coincide with a fortuitous time for conception and the decision may be to interrupt the process.

“Oh, man!” Harry wheezed, drawing his knees up to his chest. He quickly cast a Muffliato so that his reactions wouldn’t spark any from his dorm mates. Then, he returned to the book.

            When he finished the theory chapter, the book began to describe the various different spells, their effectiveness and directions they took to achieve these effects.

            One section explained that he most effective spells were cast at the last possible moment and cast on the female, or in the case of creature crosses, the submissive partner. These spells were also more obvious and therefore could interrupt more than conception, ruining mood and the flow of intercourse. Conception may have been successfully stopped by the sheer fact that the act was never consummated.

            Harry ruled these out!

            It was his thoughts that he had the right, and in some cases duty to withhold his seed and keep from instigating the birth of a child, but his rights did not include casting a spell on another being and disrupting their bodily functions. He flipped the pages until he came to the section that began:

Corking the Bottle; A Dominant Decision

After a chuckle at the title, he continued on.

The least invasive form of contraception available to the wizard is a method designed to intercept the male’s ejaculate before conception can occur. Some methods involve the equivalent to a small ward placed at the tip of the penis, to stop the release, to an act that can transport these menacing spirits to another location, besides the womb of a partner. In some cases, this method has managed to impregnate a female that was not even involved in the copulation and is highly discouraged.

The most popular method for dominant based control is the Relatio Interrutum charm. This spell does not keep the male’s ejaculate from entering the receptive partner, but removes the fertile entities through a screening field that eradicates them. The spell can be performed up to one full day prior, though it could become quite uncomfortable if held that long.

It is most advisable to cast this in a lax state, within an hour prior to sexual activities. It is possible to use it closer to the act, but a brief pinching of the penus can be felt and may not be pleasant or appealing at this stage.

Harry gradually unbent himself and put the book onto the bed, open to the page that described the spell. He scrunched up his nose, bit his bottom lip and picked up his wand. “Relatio Interuptum.” He chanted as he moved his wand horizontally across his body from his navel to his thighs.

            A distinct tingle, like a firm hand wrapping around his penis, rode up from the base to the tip and sent a throaty groan up from his chest to his mouth. It was the most erotic thing he’d felt in months, other than a few episodes of self-gratification, and he was soon hard and ready.

            He determined to learn the spell wandlessly, so after a finite incantum, he worked it again. It took five tries to manage it without his wand, and he was so hard, he was aching. He grabbed his cock and, without dispelling the charm, proceeded to wank off. After this was achieved, he packed up his things and dropped off to sleep. Dreams filled his night, but none so disturbing that he remembered their details in the morning.

*****

            When he managed to get away from his aunt and uncle, Olvier wandered the halls, remembering his days at school and the fun he’d had. He knew that Uncle Conifer was right, he’d have to settle down and put down some roots, but before he became bound to the ground,he wanted to soar like the birds for a while.

            He was headed for the entrance, to walk down to the pitch, when he heard a familiar voice and saw something interesting happening. He leaned against the wall and watched unnoticed by the two boys involved.

            “Harry, why are you tryin’ ta deny it?” Seamus whined. “I know ya feel it?” The Irish boy stood in the way.

            “Shea, I’m not denying anything. I’m just not ready for this. We’re young, very young, comparatively. We don’t need to make those kinds of plans.” Harry said stepping around his friend and moving a few steps closer to the Great Hall. Seamus intercepted him, again.

            “Lots of our friends are already engaged, Harry. We’re the same age as they are.”

            “You’re assuming that I agree that they aren’t making a mistake. She, I like you, I do. But, you’re asking for a commitment I’m not ready for. My first mate is a choice that I’ll make when I’m ready. And not before.”

            Oliver pushed off of the wall. Had he heard right? First mate? It rang with the feel of creature bloodlines and especially a rare being like a Chameleonis.

            Seamus had begun to whine again and Harry had responded with a huff, pushing his friend into an alcove and whispering something to him. The whining stopped and silence followed.

            Oliver leaned against the wall and waited. After a few minutes, Harry backed out and stood in the hall, again. “I’ll see you at breakfast, okay Shea?” he said with a smile. He had apparently gotten an acceptable response because he turned and headed toward the Great Hall, his smile firmly planted to his face. Seamus emerged a few seconds after Harry was out of sighed, his robes in a disarray, and a goofy grin on his face.

            Oliver sauntered up.

            Seamus was straightening his clothes when Oliver reached him and he startled. “Hey, Wood. Didna know you were here.”

            Oliver smirked, circuiting the younger Gryffindor. He stopped in front of Seamus and crossed an arm across his chest, rubbing his chin with his other hand. “Hmm, I’d say either Aerie or Satyr.”

            Seamus looked down, “Faun, yeah. How’d ya know?”

            “Faun, Satyr, Faerie. You’re not Chameleonis.” Oliver stated.

            “Me? No, tha’s Harry.” The Irishman said proudly.

            “Ah,” it sounded like a sigh and Seamus frowned. “Thank you, Finnigan. Or should I say Shea?”

            “Why are you here, Wood?” Seamus asked brushing down the front of his robes roughly.

            “Call me Oliver, Shea. We’re like family, you know.” Oliver said stepping closer, “Like brothers.” Seamus stepped away and Oliver laughed. “I’ve come to help with the charms lessons. Professor Flitwick has asked for alumni to assist. My aunt and uncle are speaking with Dumbledore about accommodations for us.”

            “Oh,” Seamus dove around him and headed toward the Great Hall. Oliver fell into step beside him.

            “So, I’ll just come and sit with you during breakfast.” Seamus turned and glared at him. “What? Why not?” Oliver asked innocently. “I won’t steal your food, Shea.”

            “Not what I’m worried about.” Seamus sneered

*****

            There was plenty of room around Harry at the Gryffindor table, so Seamus slid in on one side and Oliver took the other. “Wood, I didn’t know you were here. Who else is here from our house?” Harry asked and Oliver shrugged.

            “Don’t know. Just got here and haven’t even gotten settled in yet.” He said picking up a piece of toast and taking a nibble. “Harry, I’m not an upperclassman anymore. Call me Oliver.” He said.

            “Sure, Oliver. So, you just got here?” Harry said as he scooped up his oatmeal.

            “Well, very early this morning. Came in with my aunt and uncle. They’re sitting with Snape.” Oliver had just noticed that Aunt Willow was next to the potions professor and Uncle Conifer was lowering into a chair next to her. He nodded at the woman who was giving him a quizzical look. “Wave nicely, Shea.” He prodded at the other boy.

            Seamus glared at him and leaned closer to Harry. “Make him stop calling me that, Harry. Tha’s what you call me.”

            “It’s not my personal name for you. Dean and Neville call you that, too.” Harry said indicating the dark-skinned boy down the row and turning back to Oliver. “How long will you be here? I thought you were scheduled to try out for the Canons this week?”

            “Change of plans. I’ve decided to aid our next graduating class in passing advanced charms. And I might have a look at the new flyers, while I’m here.”

            “Don’t waste your time, there. They are hopeless. I know, since I’ve been helping Madame Hooch with their classes.” Harry admitted.

            “Really? And why is that?” Oliver said.

            “Oh, potions accident. I had to sit out of classes for a couple of days, so she commandeered me.” Harry brushed it off as commonplace, but Oliver latched onto it with fervor.

            “Potions accident. I heard something from one of the Ravenclaws. Something about Wormwood’s elixir? Why would you need to sit out because of that, Harry?”

            “I guess I’m allergic. No big deal, though. I’m fine.” Harry fluffed again.

            “Bad luck, that.” Oliver nodded. “So, how are you keeping up, with all this potions nonsense?”

            “Oh, I lucked out. I’ve got a Ravenclaw tutor to help out. Isabel, right there.” He pointed and the girl smiled when she saw him. Oliver waved politely and turned back to the boy next to him.

            “Well, that’s just wonderful, Harry. You’ve become a very popular young man. I’m proud of you.” And he rose and left a very confused Harry behind.

            Seamus glared at him, his look turning territorial.

*****

            Adbul Patil and his wife, Omari arrived in Hogsmeade, accompanied by three members of the Wizengamut and two member of the Board of Governors and they were greeted by Professors Flitwick and Sinistra.

            “Honorable Brother, Venerable Sister. I greet you.” Aurora Sinistra said with a low bow. She turned to the politicians and bowed again. “Good sirs, I greet you.”

            “Professors, we’ve come to investigate some severe charges. We’d like to interview a few key witnesses and then speak to the headmaster. Were either of you present at the time of the exposure or any discussions of the event?”

            “I was not. Professor Snape was the only one present when the potion was completed, but the professor here was at a meeting held in its aftermath.” Sinistra indicated the smaller man and FIlius nodded gravely. “While you speak, I will escort my sister and her husband to the castle to see their daughters and assess their conditions.”

            Omari followed the instructor to the edge of town, but Abdul stood near the others. “Go, wife. I would hear these words. I will come, presently.” The men turned away to enter the Hog’s Head and the two women headed off toward the school.

            “How are my daughters, Sister?” Omari asked of Aurora and the professor turned to gauge the other woman as they walked.

            “They are well. Your children are very bright and intelligent. They were the first to recover.” Sinistra told her. “And they have already spoken with me about the experience.”

            “Ah, I see.” Omari laced her hand through the other woman’s arm and they continued on in this fashion. “So, no you can tell me more about the man that has caught your eyes.”

            Professor Sinistra was no shrinking flower of a woman, she was proud and strong and intelligent, so when Omari asked her this sudden question, she held her head high and spoke in a clear tone. “That is a subject of strictest confidence, Sister. I am not so young that I can afford to engage in frivolous dalliances and so I approach this with slow and deliberate measures.”

            Omari shook her head and smiled “Just tell me. Is he handsome?” Sinistra smiled in a secretive manner and Omari laughed. “I thought as much!”

*****

            Padma and Parvati lead their mother into the great hall as the Students were arriving for the suppertime feast. There they brought her along the tables and stopped near the place that Ron, Hermione and Harry had chosen and were about to be seated.

            “Hullo, Harry.” The twins said and the Golden trio turned to look their way.

            “Hello, Padma, Parvati.” Harry responded. “You’re looking very well.”

            “Thank you, Harry.” Parvati said.

            “We wanted to introduce uyo to our mother.” Padma chimed in.

            “She’s come to see how we are, after the accident.” Parvati added.

            “Our father is here, too.” Padma concluded looking around the room but finding no sign of him.

            “I am pleased to meet you, Mr. Potter.” Omari said, untangling from the coils of her daughters’ arms. “I am Omari Sinistra Patil. My sister is one of your teachers.”

            “The Astronomy Professor? Yes, we all know her.” Harry said including Ron and Hermione.

            “And she speaks well of you all, Mr. Potter. My husband would want to speak with you. Could you come to Aurora’s office, after dinner?” Omari asked.

            “Um, sure. I’d be happy to.” Harry said warily.

            “Very good. We will see you then.” With that, Omari let the girls lead her away to meet a few other students. After this, they took her to the staff table where Professor Sinistra stood with her husband. Ron elbowed Harry and pointed his way.

            “He looks scary. I’d hate to be the one going to meet him.”

            Harry rolled his eyes. “Thanks, Ron.”

            “She seems nice. I’m sure he’s lovely.” Hermione tried to ease the situation. “It’s not like you’re dating one of the twins.”

            “Or both of them.” Ron suggested with a chuckle. Harry glared at the ginger boy. “You aren’t, are you?”

            “No!” Harry insisted. “At least, not so far. I’m not against the idea, I’ve just never thought about it.”

            “Really? They’ve been flirting with you for years. How’s that possible?” Hermione injected.

            “They have?” Harry said, wide-eyed.

            “Yes, and why would you be thinking about the Patils, when yo’ve got Morag Macdougal, right over there?” Hermione scolded him.

            Harry raised his head to see the Ravenclaw table where his alleged girlfriend was looking his way with a raised eyebrow. He smiled and she smiled back with a head shake. “She prefers to be called Isabel, Hermione.” He said and the Gryffindor girl stared at him.
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