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Dark Knight	By : xDAISUKIx Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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unneeded: I know how you feel. I once read a REALLY good fic and I wrote a whole page as a review to show my appreciation. I clicked ‘review’ and only the first FOUR lines came out.*facedesks.

I got so pissed, that I posted another review- a quarter as long. I felt bad though, the author deserved more than what I posted- BLAME IT ON THE SYSTEM I SAY. XD

Unheeded…*snickers. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE! And you’ll be glad to know that I seriously though you were gonna say ‘unneeded’. Actually, now that I think about it, the reason why I revealed its purpose (the scratches) so…early…was because of your consistent nagging. I like people who nag, though, it means that they care >.<

Also, I didn’t reply to your review because the answers to that question were in the next chapter (chapter 14)- and so I figured you could wait a week- or two- or three.

KittyChen: *giggle. What’s happening in there indeed. I am also a Snarry fan and it would also be safe to say that in my opinion, Snarry is the OTP of Harry Potter.

My favourite is Post!War, emotionally!damaged Snape…Submissive, of course.

Anyone know why we have to add this: !

To our warnings?

Yes, I am going overseas…so:

ATTENTION ALL READERS:

On the 1^st of January, I, NeuroticNeko, will be going overseas to Guangzhou, China. I will be returning on the morning of the 24^th of January.

Therefore, I will only be able to post chapters twice more before I leave. I assure you that I will be typing away on the plane and whenever I am free from being a tourist.

The next time I post after that will be the 26^th of January, 2013.

DB1: It is, very exciting! I can barely wait! Not looking forward to the food served on the plane, though. Last time I ate one of their ham sandwiches and heaved all over the seat.

I sincerely hope that this gets finished. Although, as I settle into a new year at a new school (I transferred) , my updates will become less frequent. Let’s say, twice a month.

I am also planning on going on an exchange program to Japan for three months next year!!! So yeah, apart from those, I will update regularly.

wednesdaay: HERE

That is all.

Main Story Idea and betaed by: SuirenAngel

Written by: NeuroticNeko

This contains no Dumbledore bashing (and he's still alive), no Weasley bashing. This is boyxboy.

ALL OF HARRY'S MATES ARE MALE

If you don't know what that means then you shouldn't be here.

THANK YOU TO ALL THOSE WHO REVIEWED/VOTED!!!

No Wizarding laws held any ground here. No such thing as pedophilia or discrimination between people with 30 year age gaps.

It was a place for creatures looking for 'that special someone/s'.

Pure and simple

It only made sense to say that, this was some kind of holy ground for all creatures, a place to forget the death hold that the Ministry gripped them in. In this place, the only thing that mattered was that you were a magical creature, thus, a potential mate.

The place was grand, a hall that seemed to be miles by miles. Doors lined the great room, presumably there for 'intimacy' and there were four larger double doors scattered among the private rooms. All presumably had some use.

Harry furrowed his brows and straightened his posture, glaring at the men and women that had stationed themselves just beside the front door, looking for new arrivals, easy pickings- food…

One of the men, obviously a vampire, bared his teeth at Harry and the Savior grimaced back- then hid his grin with a sleeve as a young girl, with the outfit of a nurse (real or costume?) hurried up to him and clapped hands over her charge's mouth.

"Gee, Mr. Robinson. You forgot your pills again, didn't you? How many times have I told you-?"

Harry moved on in a hurry, his robes swishing around his feet as he quickly walked away from the glowering vampire.

So, vampires, eh

Harry chuckled at the thought of another person who resembled a vampire-

Oh, Merlin's hairy beard.

There were going to be people here that he'd probably know. The probability was high; Very high, higher than the tallest mountain on earth.

Fuck.

This was going to be really… awkward.

Harry swept his gaze across the extremely large chamber, wondering where he should go… stake out.

That sounded ridiculous.

Hunt?

Become invisible?

Eat?

Wait, that sounded like a good idea.

Seeing a section of the place completely dedicated to feeding starved people, he dodged some (possibly) drunk people; he quickly made his way there. Harry wrinkled his nose at a large platter of seaweed with a few small crabs still scuttled within. There was a large variety of outlandish foods that no ordinary wizards or witches would dream of eating. Although, he admitted, the Wizarding world already ate many strange things.

Take hog's lung for example.

Harry spied a veritable pile of raw, still bleeding, animal hearts on one of the plates; being enthusiastically consumed. There was freshly mown grass, some wriggling fish, large baskets of otherwise unheard of fruits (or what looked like fruits) and a tank with live abalone stuck on the clear walls.

Harry smelled an overwhelming scent of lavender and tried not to heave as a heavily dressed female exclaimed loudly and reached for a plate of… nasty looking, cockroach things.

"Giant water bugs, my favorite! Didn't know they had these here- did you, Clancy?"

Harry grimaced as the woman grabbed a couple of the disgusting bugs and popped them inside her mouth, chewing loudly.

"Clancy, try one. They're divine. Crunchy and juicy"

"No thanks, Victoria. I'll pass"

Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust as she walked past and he scanned the table for some more… normal looking foods.

There were some innocent looking platters of small crackers with… the French duck paste thingy. Harry reached for one and popped it into his mouth. It tasted fine. Harry wondered for a moment, why did he, a creature himself, have no special taste for- creature foods?

"I wouldn't swallow that if I were you"

Harry spun around, his throat muscles working as he swallowed the cracker so he could fire off a retort to the cynical voice behind him.

Like: Mind your own beeswax

His voice died in his throat as he recognized the speaker.

The man who had suggested everyone wears iron girdles.

"Nicklaus Bainbridge, nice to meet you", the man smiled, offering one lean fingered hand.

Harry raised an eyebrow, recognizing the name… perhaps…

The man in front of him did kind of resemble Professor Bainbridge.

Harry tugged his lips to the side of his face, resembling a wonky grimace.

"Harry, Harry Potter"

The blonde man raised an eyebrow slightly before gesturing towards Harry, "Feeling queasy yet?"

Harry furrowed his brows, his stomach felt fine… and the food he had just eaten didn't taste off.

"No, I'm fi- uunnngh"

Harry felt his stomach lurch and he stumbled, legs feeling weak as the bile bubbled out from the back of his throat. He grasped his throat lightly, trying to quell the sick feeling in his stomach. He felt his vision blur slightly before he was scooped up.

It felt nice, too nice.

"You really shouldn't have eaten that. Only meant for the Fey, they were"

Harry just moaned in confusion and tried to bury his head into the soft folds of Nicklaus's robes. Feeling heat rush through his limbs, he linked his wobbly arms around the waist of the man he was being carried by.

"You need to vomit that out, Mr. Potter. Very soon"

Harry shook his head from side to side and tried to bury himself into the warm heat. His Scáth growled disapprovingly, but the drug inside the innocent crackers had it tame and subdued; only showing itself mentally.

The arms around him lifted for a moment, but Harry was unaffected, his own arms keeping him anchored onto the man's waist. The sound of a twisting knob reached Harry's ears and he resisted the hands that tugged at his arms.

"C'mon, let go, before you do something that you regret-"

Too late

Harry grasped the back of the man's head and pulled him in tightly, forcing his tongue past the tight lips and into the warm cavern beyond. The older man groaned into the kiss, as Harry's tongue swept around his mouth, tasting every inch. The kiss lasted for another few moments before a small squeak if fright alerted him to the presence of another person, who quickly exited the scene.

Nicklaus pulled away from Harry, flushed and trembling and chuckled nervously while tugging his robes closer together as Harry tried to rip them off him.

"Enough, you need to vomit the shite out before you anything more serious, Mr. Potter"

Harry blinked through the strange haze that filled his mind.

"Harry. Call me Harry", he said, kneeling down in front of the toilet.

"Alright, Harry. Now heave"

Harry didn't make a move. Nicklaus shoved two fingers into Harry mouth, squirming as Harry tried to suck on them and pushing them farther in until, WHAM! Boy-Who-Lived was spewing it all out, onto his fingers and into the large waiting maw of the terrifying toilet bowl.

"There that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Harry slumped back onto the ground, grimacing at the disgusting flavor of his upheaval.

"Sorry" He grunted, as he blurrily watched Nicklaus wash his hands with a pleasant smelling bar of soap.

"Sorry for what?"

"Molesting you, kissing you- vomiting all over your hands" He added the last one apologetically.

"Hmm…you're fortunate that I'm only interested in women, otherwise you'd be on my bed-"

Harry's Scáth decidedly didn't like the sound of that, and before he could stop himself (No amulet, no self-control), he muttered, "Or you'd be spread wide open on mine"

Nicklaus (who was decidedly looking more like Professor Bainbridge now) raised an eyebrow, his hairline rising with it.

"Oh, you're dominant? Didn't seem that way, the way you were acting before- but then again, fey stuff does crazy shit to the system"

Harry got up weakly and headed over to where the other man was standing, turning the tap on and bringing handfuls to his mouth, rinsing his teeth and tongue clean of the foul tasting remnants of the puke.

"Are you planning on checking out the candidates anytime soon?"

Harry shrugged. "Probably-" Not, he was going to add, but excited chatter interrupted him

"Oh good! That's why I started stalking you in the first place'

"Uh… yeah?"

"Well, you seemed a nice guy, new, tall, powerful and rich looking. I'm planning on riding your coattails, tonight. Meet some nice people… maybe find 'the one', although, some of us have been looking for so long, we wonder why we still come…" He trailed off, as he saw the Savior stare off into the side.

Without warning, he raked his hair through the younger man's locks and pulled Harry's robes back into respectable performance.

"Let's go mingle- is that what the Muggles say?"

Harry twisted his lips; he hadn't interacted with Muggles much since, well, since he turned eleven.

"Eh, who knows?"

Harry sat uncomfortably on a plush loveseat, legs crossed and staring at the people dancing in front of him.

…It was…scary.

The only time he had ever danced in his life was at the Yule ball, three years ago.

And trust me, it was fading fast.

Harry slumped back into the seat and let his fingers sink into the pillow. True to his word, Nicklaus had quickly dragged Harry to the ballroom side of the place, dumped him in a seat and waited for the fishes to come.

And come they did.

Harry studiously followed every step Nicklaus had drilled into his brain,

[Flashback]

"Right, Harry"

Harry nodded, trying to sit casually in a chair while Nicklaus whispered hotly in his ear.

"Okay, okay. Look casual"

Harry slumped.

"No, no, no-"

The Savior winced as the older male jabbed him in the back.

"Rich casual"

Harry frowned. Was that code word for something? He tilted his head to the side and tried to turn his head but Nicklaus just yanked it forward again.

"Pretend I'm not here, you twit- oh, wait, wait- do the head thingy again. It looks like something a snob would do"

Harry frowned and tilted his head to the side again, hoping that he wouldn't have to keep it in this position. It felt potentially cramp inducing.

"hmm, hmmpph, hmmmmmmmppph" Nicklaus said in a nasally sounding voice from behind him.

Harry felt his annoyance level rise and felt his eyebrow twitch, erratically.

"Freeze!" Nicklaus cried.

Harry complied, feeling like an extremely moronic clown who had had plaster thrown onto his face.

"What?" He said, through the corner of his mouth.

"The eyebrow, the eyebrow Nice, nice"

The Savior let his features relax, save the eyebrow.

"There? Happy? Nick, if you give me a permanent eyebrow lift, I will hex your balls off"

The trouble maker ignored hm.

"Ok, ok. Now put one hand on the armrest, casually- not like your trying to turn it into a plank! Okay, now, cross your right leg over the left. Wait no! The left over the right, yeah, that's better"

Harry kept the grimace that threatened his features every second or so and relaxed his arm.

Without a warning, Nicklaus stuck his hand through Harry's hair and yanked it a couple of times. Then he shoved a wine glass under Harry's nose.

"Whas dis?" Harry choked out, trying to block his nose.

"Eh? Who knows? Its red- looks cool. Borrowed it from some dudes' table"

Harry took the stem of the glass gently between his left thumb and middle finger, letting the bottom rest lightly on his trousers.

"Done yet?" Harry whispered, trying not to break the image.

"Okay, okay. Great. One important thing, though"

Harry tried not to roll his eyes as Nicklaus opened his eyes wide and spoke in a deathly tone.

"Be mean to all of them. THEY'RE mine"

Harry winced inwardly and prepared himself for the first, a young woman with a… impressive front.

"Hey, sexy" she murmured, twisting a lock of hair with her fingertips.0

Wow. She was forward.

Harry let a corner of his mouth curl up and he slowly uncrossed his legs to give emphasis to the next thing he was going to say. He opened his mouth to say something cruel and the woman pounced, obviously thinking that his actions were a 'come hither'.

Seconds later, he had a 110 pound woman straddling his hips and attempting to mash her face into his. He tried to grab both of her wrists with his hands and restrain her but she just giggled and twisted her hips.

Harry gasped and his head fell back onto the satin seat.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Nicklaus glare at him and give him a 'time out' sign.

With supreme will, Harry forced her off him by the shoulder and gave her the coolest glance he could manage.

"Apologies, my lady, you seem to be a bit too- overweight for my liking"

With that, Harry leant back into his seat and picked up the forgotten glass. Hiding his grimace of disgust, he pretended to take a sip.

The woman's face began to blotch and her lower lip began to wobble.

Oh shit. Harry hated it when women started to cry.

Just as he was about to start apologizing, the woman flung herself off him and stumbled away, sobbing.

Nicklaus swooped in and captured the woman's arm with both his hands. With a roguish smile he winked and said,

"I for one do not believe that digusting man. You are not fat; merely chubby, adorably chubby-"

SMACK!

"Ouch" Harry said, trying to hide his grin as the tear filled gaze of the woman glared at Nicklaus and then she said, half shrieking half sobbing;

"Why would I care what you think?"

Harry grinned and chuckled into his glass of… red…stuff, "Burn".

Nicklaus turned around slowly to look at Harry, his hands clutching both sides of his face.

"Did you- did you- did you see that? That was amazing!" He exclaimed, eyes growing wide and shiny.

Harry smiled unsurely, his eyebrows raising a tiny bit more than they needed to.

"Ah, aha…" he said, trying to sound sincere with two meaningless sounds. Really, what was he supposed to say?

Well done you, your success in getting hot women to slap you is unprecedented?

Nicklaus grinned broadly and flapped his hands at Harry.

"Well go on do it again!"

Harry sighed.

Harry flopped back into his seat and pulled the collar of his white shirt open. God, it was exhausting. Another half hour had passed with Harry luring women, rejecting them, and somehow, the only one who ever got slapped was Nicklaus.

Heh, not that Harry was complaining.

Barely anyone came Harry's way anymore- everyone in the area had learned to ignore that cold bastard sitting at the back and his lackey.

Nicklaus was moping.

Harry snorted into his fake drink, his plan wasn't working. He hadn't picked up a single girl.

The waltz-like music that had been playing gently by the small band (dwarves) had stopped and now the short creatures placed their instruments to the aide and picked up an assortment of guitars, drums and keyboards.

The music roared on and the crowd cheered, people that had recently been watching grabbed a partner and pulled them to the dance floor.

Harry vaguely recognized the newest Weird Sister Song.

With a leap, Nicklaus was gone, dragging some hapless young woman into the crowd.

Harry shrank into his seat, please, please, no one ask him-

"Would you like to dance?" A young girl asked nice dress, auburn curls. Her eyes sparkled as she extended a hand.

No, he didn't know how to. "Sorry- I haven't danced in a long time" he said, giving her a wry smile.

Three years, to be exact.

"Nonsense!" The girl cried, "Everyone can dance!"

She wasn't going to let this go was she?

"Look-" he started, waving a hand- but as soon as the words had come out of his mouth, he'd been yanked to his feet by the enthusiastic teen.

"My name's Chelsea, c'mon, let's dance!"

A reluctant Harry was dragged to the centre of the dance floor, where the auburn haired girl started gyrating her hips and nodding her head in time with the music.

"Move!" She yelled over the music.

Harry frowned and nodded his head in time with the music; Feeling very much like an awkward cuckoo clock. Chelsea giggled and grabbed Harry's hands, raising them into the air. She then leaned close and whispered in to Harry's ear, "Follow me"

Strangely, Harry started feeling very relaxed and loose. Hey, this was fun! He thought. You didn't really have to do anything- just move to the beat.

Harry grinned and was about to shout something to Chelsea when he spied a muscled man from the side stagger his way. Harry's eyes widened and he tried to move out of the way, but the man seemed to purposely ram into him and Harry felt the world tilt as his feet slipped from beneath him and he fell backwards. His head collided with something soft and he was dimly aware of someone shouting before his whole body collided with the floor- or rather, something soft and squishy.

"Dad!" A girl's petulant voice rang out.

Harry twisted his body around to apologize to the person he had fallen on. The boy under him smelt pretty nice, like oranges and sugar with a delicate vanilla overcoat- if smells could do that.

"Sorry" He said, wryly.

Draco forced the sneer of his face as he listened to the soft spoken woman besides him, she wasn't bad looking- nor was her personality very special; Very demure, very flighty…

Boring

Draco heard the song in the ballroom side of the place change and Draco politely excused himself from the reserved, nervous woman.

Smoothly, he flicked his fringe off his face and glided across the floor, hooking a slice of fruit off a platter and chewing it thoughtfully.

He was looking forward to seeing Ivan today; the little brown-haired minx was as dear to Draco as a younger brother. Companions in a long and exhausting attendance to the monthly gathering in which they had to battle for future mates…blah blah blah.

They also had a kind of deal between them.

Ivan would come running to Draco if an over enthusiastic dominant decided to start molesting him against his will, or even worse. Draco also saw fit to flaunt Ivan to any particularly sticky submissive who wouldn't go away- even if Draco became indifferent and cold to them.

They could not compare.

Draco chuckled, and walked a little faster, knowing that Ivan would be where the music was- the literal centre of the party.

He closed in onto the mass of people at the centre of the room, searching the crowds of swirling dances and suits for a small, spiky head.

Draco spotted him, smirked, and started towards Ivan but then his eyes narrowed.

Wait. That was…

Had he accidentally mistaken someone else for Ivan?

It wasn't possible that he'd mistake anyone for Ivan.

But then… Ivan wouldn't, he wouldn't-

Draco felt the snake of jealousy within him rising like a tsunami. Only he could touch Ivan like that.

"Potter!" He snarled, striding towards the pair sprawled on the ground.

His boots cracked sharply against the marble floor and his expression was twisted into a mask of fury. He pushed through the swaying people and like lightning he grabbed the Golden Boy's collar.

Draco growled and thrust Potter away from him using both arms.

He could feel it coming on, the anger that hadn't come out since he had received Veela lessons from his father. He was beyond this, really.

But fuck, what did Potter think he was doing; To Ivan in front of all of these people?

Potter just looked at him vacantly from where Draco had shoved him to the ground.

"Malfoy? Wha-"

Draco's face contorted into a scowl and he backhanded Potter across the face with the back of his gloved hand. The crowd gasped and took a step back. He straddled Potter more securely and slapped him with his other hand.

"How dare you?" Draco yelled, his face going red. How could Potter- how could he…? Draco felt the anger seep out of him just as quickly as it came and he deflated. Who was he kidding? Ivan wasn't his- and he shouldn't feel jealous, but who was he jealous of? Draco shook his head, trying to get it clear.

A hard object hit him on the side of his head and Draco's world blurred. A strong hand grasped him by the shoulders and threw him to the ground. Potter's face came into focus and Draco gasped as Potter swung his fist and it connected with Draco cheekbone.

"You bastard!" He yelped.

Draco twisted his leg under Potter's and tried to get the larger male off him. The Savior bared his teeth and they rolled around the floor, each trying to wrestle the other off them and yet trying to deal damage.

"Somebody get them off each other!"

Draco felt someone, probably Ivan, try to pry him off Potter and someone do the same to the other male. Draco and Potter both brushed them off and resumed grappling with each other to get a hold. Draco tried to bite Potter's lapel to immobilize him but their faces just knocked together.

Draco stiffened, suddenly aware of how close they were to each other.

Potter froze and Draco took the chance to knee the Golden Boy in the balls.

Potter moaned breathily and Draco froze, knee still touching the other males groin.

Oh god.

Potter was hard- it was only expected, Draco thought, it was the first time he had seen him at the monthly gatherings after all.

Potter leaned closer and suddenly all Draco could think of was the hardness touching his knee and the Savior's breath puffing onto his face and Draco's own exhaustion and the fact that Draco had taken off his suppressing ring and that his Veela was trying to make its presence known now that it had smelt Potter's arousal in the air and-

Merlin

Harry was probably not wearing his suppressor and his creature was probably taking this the wrong way and Draco knew that in this state he would probably be leaking pheromones and he knew that-

Draco felt wetness on his neck and he struggled and writhed, trying to stop Potter from doing whatever he was trying to do. The lick continued under Draco chin and then up onto the tip of his chin until-

"Stop" Draco choked out, weakly.

The feral look in Potter's eyes didn't fade away and Draco felt a hot swipe of tongue on the corner of his mouth. He renewed his struggle with force. This was disgusting! It was POTTER for Merlin's sake. He was supposed to be everyone's perfect boy, not a tainted creature that was trying to lick Draco Malfoy to death.

Potter growled and tackled Draco to the ground, where he rubbed his hips against Draco's front. The silver-haired boy tried to suppress his moan bit it slipped out anyway and then smooth lips were on his and then they were trying to pry his mouth open. Draco tightened his eyes shut and clenched his teeth together to try to shake Potter off.

The other boy gyrated his erection onto Draco's crotch and he felt stars burst across his eyes. Potter, the damn bastard, took the chance to slip his tongue into his mouth. He couldn't stop his body's natural reaction; to kiss back, ferally. Their tongues slid wetly in the hot chamber of their conjoined mouths and Draco felt Potter's hips increase their movement before Draco came to his senses and using his hand, which had been hanging limply from his side, he socked the boy on top of him.

Hard

Yay! That ended on a rather happy note-

O.O Wait… DOES THAT COUNT AS A CLIFFY? OH GODS NO- JUST WHEN I PROMISED NOT TOOOOOO

Oh well. Imma go eat dinner now- and play on my PSVita.

Did you know that they are releasing an HD version of Final Fantasy X? I can’t wait for it!

Nathaniel: 10

Snape: 26

Charlie: 16

Colin & Dennis: 10

Colin: 2

The poll is probably coming to a close soon- even though Snape and Charlie are leading right now, all it needs is three-four people to vote and the balance will be tipped in Nathaniel’s/Colin & Dennis’s direction.

And review.

NEXT CHAPTER: INTO THE WORLD OF BEASTS!!!
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