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Perfect Bliss (REVAMPED)	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 89572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Dumbledore sat behind a large mahogany desk in his office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Around his neck hung a charm that covered up his greatest secret; a charm that he was currently fiddling with; pouring his magic into it to increase its power as he let himself become lost in his thoughts.

He had plans to put into action, but that brat Harry Potter was hiding and his plans couldn’t move forward unless the child was either out of his way or in his control. When he had discovered the boy’s creature blood he had instantly felt glee. He could train the boy; make him pliable to only Dumbledore’s whims. He had been fine with using Potter as an example when he thought the boy was a submissive, but when he turned out to be a dominant Dumbledore had thought his wildest dreams had come true. The old man quickly had changed his plans and began to plot how to create the perfect, controlling dominant. His ancestry to one of Dumbledore’s greatest enemies made the plan even sweeter as it had become steeped in revenge.

So Dumbledore had gone to work. He had kidnapped the child Dominick Darkwing and had placed him in the care of Lily and James Potter. The couple couldn’t have children, and they were all too happy to take in a child whose parents had been killed by Voldemort. Though they didn’t know at the time that the monster they were fighting was really an illusion created by the man that gave them a chance to be parents. In the end the Potters were simply a means to Dumbledore’s end game.

After the young couple was disposed of, giving young ‘Harry’ a future reason to kill Voldemort; which in time would be known as his own birth father, Dumbledore placed the boy in the not-so-tender care of Lily Potter’s sister and her husband. The magic hating couple would no doubt leave the boy scared and attention deprived thus making it easy for Dumbledore to come to the rescue when his creature heritage appeared and to mold him into an example for how all dominants should truly be.

Dumbledore was slightly pleased at the training submissives of the previous generations had to go through before they met their dominant. Sometimes even before their own creature heritages surfaced. The spells he created to detect a child’s likeliness of turning into a magical creature and whether they would be submissive or dominant had come in very handy for such training. Now, though, those practices were being weeded out. More and more submissives were not learning their place. Some even challenged their dominants to see if they were worthy enough to mate with them.

It disgusted Dumbledore. It reminded him of her; of the submissive who had the gall to deny him all those centuries ago. He wasn’t a creature, no, but oh how he had wanted her. She had chosen him instead, even though she never admitted it until it was too late. She had let herself go feral, driving herself mad. She had been unable to see reason until a brief moment of clarity in which she had seen all of the destruction she had caused; all of the pain in the faces of her dominant, her brother, and her best friend. Then she had taken her own life, giving herself over to the lake. She hadn’t even looked at him as she killed herself, only having eyes for her dominant until they closed with her last breath.

The old wizard had felt her recently, had felt her magic as she let herself come back and bare a child; a child that he still could not locate much to his annoyance. He had felt her as she watched over her descendants, as well as their descendants. He had nearly burst into a rage when he had felt her magic in the alley hidden from muggle eyes that was so close to Hogwarts, but he had restrained himself. He had plans to act out, to punish his enemy and she who had tossed him aside. He would not deter from them, just as his host never would. Dumbledore was a kind and loving man, but he was not Dumbledore, and he was not kind, nor did he have any love left in him.

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Draco, frankly, was bored. It had been two hours since Harry had left and because the Darverius had slept through the morning and early afternoon, it was getting close to sunset now. He had joined Severus in the potions lab in the basement for a while, but the merman had quickly become immersed in his work and Draco was unintentionally ignored.

He had left Severus to his work and had mustered up enough courage to do something that he had needed to do for a long time. Ignoring every pureblood lesson he had ever learned he had gone up to Hermione Granger and apologized for all the wrongs he had done to her. She had listened to him, her expression remaining blank as she paused to let his words sink in when he was done speaking. Then a smile lit up her face and she had hugged him, accepting his apology. They had talked for a little while after that but soon she had left, needing to go back to her studying, and leaving Draco along once more. Now the blonde was in his and his mates’ bedroom, exploring.

The room itself was large. It had an attached bathroom that could probably fit a couple of giants inside and a walk in closet that would have made his mother insanely jealous. The large bay window that nearly covered an entire wall was his favorite spot in the room. He had a small bookcase put right next to it after he had received all of his belongings, including a good sized selection of books. The seat of the bay window was padded with a thick, green cushion and as he continued to explore he found two rectangular pull handles that opened the seat to reveal a storage compartment.

The compartment was almost empty except for a large basket with the 3 ‘W’s that made up the logo for the Weasley Wizard Wheezes joke shop. Curious, Draco lifted the basket out of the compartment.

“I wonder what this could be.” Draco muttered to himself as he closed the compartment lid and sat the basket down on the cushion.

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Molly Weasley shook as she stared out the kitchen window at the carriage that sat on her front lawn. It had been there since that morning, arriving along with a letter from the man that she had once thought of as a dear friend.

“My Dear Molly,” The letter read, “It pains me that it has come to this, but I fear I no longer have a choice in the matter. I warned you and your family that if you refused to tell me what I needed to know about Harry Potter, I would have to take drastic action. Now, I know you love Harry as your own and I commend you for that, but it’s a shame to see you hurting your own family all because you care for one orphan boy. Alas, I bring you my ultimatum. Either tell me what I want to know or a – sadly - crude gentle man by the name of Stigus Mortinson will be taking your submissive and neutral children for proper training to please dominants. After the training is over I, regretfully, cannot promise they will be returned to you. Stigus owns a brothel you see, and many of his employees serve dominants. You know how dominants can be when they use a submissive that isn’t a virgin. It seems he’s always looking for replacements.

I look forward to your reply,

Albus Dumbledore

Also, do not try to leave your home to run from this punishment. Once the carriage has arrived only I can remove the sealing spell that has been placed over your lovely home.”

“Mama?” Ginny’s voice startled Molly out of her thoughts, “What’s going to happen to us?”

Ginevra Weasley had grown up a lot over the summer. She was now as tall as Molly and had the body of a quidditch chaser; all lean muscle and soft curves. Her hair had grown out and now reached well below her shoulders. She, like her older bothers: Ron, Fred, and George, was a submissive Siren. They, along with their older brother Charlie had inherited Molly’s creature genetics. Bill and Percy were simply wizards like their father, and therefore were neutral.

That morning after they had gotten a note, Molly and Arthur had fire called their three oldest children, glad that they were still able to contact them. Charlie was far enough away from Britain that he was safe, so Bill and Fleur, as well as Percy and his girlfriend Penelope all had gone to stay with him until this situation was dealt with.

When Molly had begged her children to be careful and watch out for Stigus Mortinson or Dumbledore Charlie had laughed, saying that if either man was spotted they would have an entire settlement of battle worn wizards and witches to go through. If that wasn’t enough, most of the dragons that where on the reservation had taken a shine to Charlie, and he would love to see either of the wizards try to fight their way through a hoard of angry dragons. Molly was just happy to hear that half of her children were safe.

“We’ll be fine honey,” Molly said, trying to reassure herself as much as she was her daughter as she wrapped the girl in a tight hug, “No one’s going to hurt you.”

Out in the garage Arthur mindlessly fiddled with his muggle objects; trying to come up with some idea of how he could get his entire family out of this situation without any of them getting hurt, Harry included. He was partially blaming himself. He had been offered a vacation from work and had quickly taken it in order to spend more time with his family; especially since Ron and Ginny were still adapting to their siren heritage. If he hadn’t taken the offer then Dumbledore wouldn’t have been able to do this. If he hadn’t taken the offer then his absence at work would be noticed and people would be sent to investigate. They would have help coming. Now he just hoped that his oldest children were able to stay safe, and maybe, just maybe, they would be able to send someone to help them.

Upstairs the three youngest Weasley boys sat in the twin’s bedroom. They were currently trying to distract themselves from the situation with a mad man by discussing the next product Fred and George were planning, but they weren’t as excited as they usually were.

Ron’s split lip from where he had been backhanded after he had not spoken a word during the recent bout of questions was throbbing, but he didn’t complain. He had to be strong for his little sister and his mum.

Fred and George leaned against each other sending comforting thrills of sound to one another; which Ron, thankfully, ignored. The bond between the two had grown strong. And now fear at being separated and possibly forced to bond with someone else, someone who wasn’t their dominant mate, had them in a tail spin. They were working hard not to show it though.

They were the oldest submissive sirens in the house other than their mother, and they refused to let their fear take them over. They knew how to use their voice to fight, and if they had to they would kill whoever came for them. They didn’t want to kill though; it just wasn’t in their natures. So they were stuck in their room, masking how terrified being separated and possibly killing someone made them with jokes and ideas.

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Draco sat on the bay window seat biting his lip nervously. He had just locked the door, adding a few extra locking spells and a silencing charm on top of the physical lock for good measure. Now he was staring down at the contents in the basket wondering if he should really be doing this. His dominant had hidden these for a reason, but he was curious. Both Severus and Lucius knew what pleasure felt like, especially pleasure that their dominant had given them. Draco was, for all intents and purposes, a virgin and had only gotten off a couple of times by his own hand and that one night with his father.

Inside of the basket was a pile of lubricants as well as a string of large beads, a fake cock of some sort, an odd top shaped object with a handle, and a weird object that had two cones attached by a single string.

Still feeling nervous Draco brushed over the links in his mind, careful not to alert his mates of his presence. Severus was still absorbed in his potions and would most likely be down in the basement for a long time. The second he brushed over his links to Harry and Lucius he gasped, their pleasure filling his mind momentarily before he abruptly cut them off in order to catch his breath.

Deciding to just do it before his nerves got the best of him; he stood up and wiggled out of his pants and boxer briefs. He was already half hard from the overflow of pleasure he had just felt and with a few quick strokes of his hand his length was standing at full attention.

He sat back down on the window seat and leaned backwards so that his back was slouched against the window. The seat was rather large and it allowed Draco to lie back comfortably and still have room to move down while not having his bum hang off the end, if he wanted to.

Draco let out a deep breath as he let his hands trail over the skin of his stomach and down his thighs. He shifted a little, propping his heels up on the edge of the seat and spreading his legs far apart as he did so. He guided a hand down his inner thigh, noticing that it was just as sensitive as he remembered it being.

Reaching behind his balls he rubbed the pads of his fingers over his wet entrance. He had only started producing his body’s natural lubricant after he had felt his link to Harry open. He knew there were ways to start the process early and he had been tempted at one point to ask his father to do so, but embarrassment and the memory of the slight pain from previous exploring had kept him from asking. After, though, he had found that he liked being touched down there and that his lubricant not only got rid of most of his pain, but made him very sensitive.

Now Draco teased himself with light prods, encouraging his core to open of its own accord and ooze more lubricant onto his fingers. After a few moments of rubbing and prodding he slipped one long finger into his body and bit his lips as he rubbed against his walls. Part of him was tempted, as he thrust his finger in and out of his tight hole, to see how many fingers he could open himself up for before he came. His current record was three.

Draco shuddered and let out a tiny moan as he thought of his little game, but instead of using his fingers using Harry’s much thicker ones, or even his father’s long and rough ones.

Another part of him, the more curious one, wanted to try some of the toys Harry had been hiding. Pushing a second finger into himself and quickly returning them to thrust in and out in hard, steady strokes, he reached over with his free hand and felt around in the basket. Finding the package of strung beads he used his wand to banish the packaging.

The toy had black beads that were strung close together, but not close enough for them to touch. Each of the beads was slightly oval shaped and placed horizontally on the string. The smallest bead was about the size of the two fingers that were currently toying with him. The sixth and largest bead was about three inches in diameter and was connected to a flat base. Also in the package was a small box with two small knobs on it. His curiosity was growing.

Draco moaned again, louder this time, as he refocused his attention on his fingers. He stopped thrusting them and proceeded to plunge them in as deep as he could reach. He then circled his core with his fingers still deep inside of him, enjoying the stretch and the feel of his lubricant dripping down his plump cheeks.

When he felt like he was stretch enough he removed his fingers and grabbed the toy. Using one hand at the base he let the other - still wet with his slick - guide the end bead towards his open heat. He gasped at the foreign feeling of the first bead slipping in. He slowly pressed the next bead in, it entering his body with only a little more resistance than the first bead.

When he guided the third bead in he felt his entrance widening with his the pads of finger tips, his body greedily gobbling the bead up. By now half of the toy was buried inside his twitching channel and the weight of it felt so good.

He pressed the fourth bead against his opening, rubbing the stretched skin with his fingertip to entice more of his slick to leak from him. He was breathing hard, small moans leaving his lips with every exhale. As the fourth bead finally sunk in, pushing the ones already inside of him in deeper, Draco’s breath hitched and he rolled his hips. He could feel one of the larger beads press into his prostate and he sent shocks of white hot pleasure up his spine.

Draco forced himself to stop when he felt an orgasm begin to build. He quickly clenched the base of his leaking cock with his free hand and stayed as still as he could until the feeling finally went away. He didn’t want to cum until the whole toy was inside of him.

He focused on his surroundings in order to calm his breathing and heart rate. The sun was setting now, casting a golden orange glow over his creamy white skin. Doing a quick check, hoping that he wouldn’t have to cut his fun short, he was happy to find all of his mates were still busy.

Feeling calmer but still very aroused he began to play himself again. With the toy firmly inside of him, he only needed one hand to press the last two beads in. So he kept his hand on the base of the toy and let the other rest on his inner thigh.

Draco began caressing the sensitive skin on his thigh again as he slowly eased the next bead to his willing body. He used his nails to scratch teasingly every so often, imagining it was Severus’s hand comforting him and telling him how good he was doing as his imagination saw Harry’s hand at the base of the toy; guiding it into Draco’s tight hole.

He could imagine what he looked like too. His whole body flushed, eyes dilated, his heat winking as it took in another large bead before closing tight around the cord that connected it to the next one.

His free hand trailed down his thigh and lightly over his cock, and up his torso, pushing his shirt up along the way. Draco rubbed at one of his peaked nipples until it was hard under his touch. He pinched and flicked the hardened nub as he tightened his other hand around the base of the toy and slowly pulled the fifth bead back out of him. He continued to push the bead in and out of his leaking hole, teasing his opening with the stretch as he never let the bead completely leave or enter his body.

Draco let out a sting of wanton moans as he toyed with his rosebud and stimulated his nipples. He could feel the unmistakable sensation of pleasure building up inside of him; only this pleasure was focused deeper in his body.

He finally ended the teasing and let the fifth bead sink into him, but he didn’t let up in the toy and continued to press the sixth and largest bead into his loosened channel. He reached down with his free hand to feel himself stretch over the toy, tight and quivering under the strain. When the toy was finally sunk in and one of the beads was firmly pressed against his prostate; the base of seemed to magically tighten itself to Draco’s body, snuggly tucked up against his tightening rosebud.

Draco reached over and grabbed the small box that came with the toy and pressed his thumb upward against one of the knobs. His eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped open in a silent, scream as he threw his head back. The beads were slowly expanding inside of him, stretching him in places that he had never been able to touch before. The toy stopped expanding when Draco removed his thumb to press the other knob up.

The time Draco did scream, his back arching off the window seat as the beads began to throb inside of his heat. He sobbed, saying words that he didn’t think were even words as he rolled and swiveled is hips. The movement caused the toy to shift around inside of his channel, putting pulsing pressure on his most secret parts.

Draco scratched his now transformed claws down his thigh and up his side, caressing every pleasure point he could remember as heat began to pool deep within him. He wanted to cum, Merlin he wanted it so badly.

Finally, when he was just teetering over the edge he reached up into his hair at the back of his head and grasped the silky strands tightly in his hand. He rolled his hips and bowed his back, pressing the bead tight against the nerve bundle inside of him that made him scream in ecstasy while simultaneously tugging on his hair.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he emitted a long cry as his heat spasmed around the toy inside of him. Hot slick flooded his core as an internal orgasm ripped through him.

Draco whimpered as he rode out the aftershocks that coursed through his over sensitized channel, the toy still pulsing inside of him. His cock rested heavy and full against his belly. Internal orgasms weren’t new to him. He had first discovered them on his fourteenth birthday when he had fingered himself for the first time. The second and only other time he had had one was after his body had started lubricating itself and he had been able to open himself up with three fingers. This was by far the strongest orgasm he had ever experienced though, and it left him feeling a little dizzy afterwards.

Draco reached over and turned the pulsing down a notch so that he could still feel the toy throbbing lightly inside of him, but so that it didn’t hurt his over indulged nerves. He then wrapped a hand around his cock and began pumping along with the teasing throbs inside of him. He used his other hand to gently twist the head of his arousal on every upstroke. With the hand that he was stroking with, he flexed his fingers, squeezing lightly as he moved over his heated flesh.

The blonde let out another soft moan as he teased the slit with the tip of his finger, enticing precome out. He used the precome to ease his stroking hand and began to feel the rapid buildup of pleasure at the base of his cock that always came over an internal orgasm. He teased the slit again as he stroked his length faster, using his little finger this time. When his hips began to jerk of their own free will he pressed his little finger into his slit just a little deeper. The added pressure to his urethra had his gasping for air.

Draco clenched around the toy as he stroked his throbbing cock, wiggling his little finger around just inside the slit as his hips thrust into imaginary heat. It was all of this stimuli and the abrupt thought of Severus moaning around his cock that had him cumming again, sticky white liquid shooting out of his cock as he pulled his finger away.

Draco shuddered as his body calmed down from two orgasms. That had been more intense than he thought it would be, but he couldn’t deny that he loved it. Now he was wondering how much more intense it would be when it actually was one of his mates using toys on him. The blonde groaned as his cock twitched with slight interest, but gave up on the idea when it didn’t have the energy to follow through.

He reached over and thumbed the remote so the toy stopping vibrating and slowly sat up. He was surprised when he found he could sit fairly easily with the toy still buried inside of him. It was a good thing too, he decided, since he found he rather like the full feeling of the toy and the massive amount of slick that he had generated during his orgasms plugged up inside of him.

Draco used his wand to clean himself off as well as to clean the cushion of the lubricant that had leaked onto it earlier. Then he stood on shaky legs and redressed himself, using a freshening charm on his clothes to hide the smell of sex that stuck to them, and put the basket away. He then unlocked the room and went to the kitchen to see when dinner was going to be served. He didn’t notice that the little remote had fallen to the floor.

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Lucius was fixing his hair into a braid to keep it out of his face as he watched his mate attempt to repair his clothing. It was quite amusing seeing as the other man was failing miserably; only getting his shirt to twitch as he repeatedly cast the spell with the wrong wand movement.

The blonde politely ordered his house elves to pack up his belongings as he finished fixing his hair. Seeing the frustration on Harry’s face begin to grown he sighed, quickly moving closer and mending the clothes with a flick of his wand.

Harry looked up at him with a wide smile and Lucius was suddenly struck with how young the other man really was. It was easy to forget when the Gryffindor was dominating him. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not that Harry was so young. Lucius was a good twenty years older than his dominant, granted he had stopped aging abruptly a decade ago, but he still felt like he had taken advantage of Harry somehow. The twinge that shot up his backside as he shifted reminded him exactly who had taken whom, easing his brief moment of guilt a little bit. They had both been willing after all.

Lucius began to dress himself as he collected his thoughts. There were a few things that they needed to talk about, but he didn’t want to anger his mate. It was as he was buttoning up his black shirt, already wearing pants, that he noticed the scarring on Harry’s arm. He had been feral and then too delirious with pleasure during their three rounds of mating that he hadn’t noticed it. Thinking back he didn’t remember his dominant’s hand being scarred at the dinner either.

“How did you get that scar?” Lucius asked quietly, part of him dreading the answer.

Harry stiffened before he forced his muscles to relax. He knew Lucius was bound to noticed sooner or later, he just wasn’t ready for the question that he knew would follow. He wasn’t sure what Lucius’s reaction would be when he found out the events that lead up to the scarring involved him blowing up at dinner.

Sighing he answered the blonde, “I let my anger get the best of me.”

Lucius frowned and moved closer so he could trail his fingers over the scar tissue, “That doesn’t tell me how.”

Harry’s face was unreadable as he thought over his words, “Draco mentioned that your wife was still living with you, and I over reacted and punched a hole in the wall of my sitting room. Essence of Dittany doesn’t work perfectly with my DNA and so the wound scarred.” Harry chuckled weakly as he tried to make light of the event,” I don’t know why it bothered me so much. It was none of my business anyway.”

“Narcissa is no longer my wife.” Lucius said causing Harry’s face to quickly turn to him, “The bond between us dissolved the moment you came into your inheritance. She lives here still because she is my closest friend and Draco’s mother. She has been dating for the past few days, trying to find herself a new husband.”

Harry winced as he began to feel foolish for his actions the previous night, “I suppose Draco was trying to tell me that when I snapped.”

Lucius hummed in acknowledgement, fingers still running over the scars as he thought to himself. Seeing that Lucius was blaming himself Harry cupped the side of his face and tilted it up so he could look him in the eyes.

“This is not your fault Lucius.” Harry said honestly,” You had no control over your actions and I shouldn’t have lost my temper like I did.”

The blonde nodded shakily, letting Harry reassure and calm him through the link in their minds. Harry let the blonde’s face go after he nodded and they stood there in silence for a few moments.

“You said that you believed that Dorian Darkwing and Bellatrix were your parents?” Lucius asked hesitantly, afraid of starting another argument from just the mention of the topic. Harry looked at him and nodded. When he didn’t say anything Lucius continued, “And you think that Dorian had been turned into the Dark Lord by Dumbledore.” Another nod was given and Harry was looking at him, intently studying the blonde’s reaction, “Severus was right when he said that the timing was rather ironic. It’s just hard to believe. Dorian was one of my closest friends, but I suppose Bella is evidence enough that your theory could be true. It was almost as if one day she woke up and her mind was cracked. I never would have believed that she would hurt someone if I hadn’t seen her do just that so many times.”

Harry wasn’t sure what to say. The news of his parentage had come as a surprise to him too. He wasn’t expecting Lucius to accept his idea so quickly after the blow up at dinner, but he had obviously underestimated the man’s ability to think things through so well. Luckily they were distracted from their conversation when as elf popped into the room and announced that all of Lucius’s things had been sent to Harry’s home like they had been told to do.

Before they left Harry looked around the grand bedroom around him and asked, “With you and Draco living with me what will happen to this place?”

“It’s still the Malfoy Manor,” Lucius answered as he took hold of Harry’s hand to apparate, “It will be kept in the family. I’ve granted Narcissa guardianship over it for now so that the wards will allow her to live here even without a Malfoy living in the manor.”

With that said Harry apparated them to his home.

A/N:That's probably as far as I am going to go with sounding. Unless people really want that sort of thing I suppose. ;) And yes I do know what sounding is my lovely readers. Its literally such a small mention in this chapter that I don't blame you guys for missing it. XP
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