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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Harry met James in the kitchen, where he was just taking the kettle off the stove and pouring himself some tea.

"Sorry to interrupt," he said.

"Not at all, you have permission to interrupt me anytime, day or night."

"Dad, could you keep your sex life in your room? I have to sit on that sofa now, knowing what you were doing on it," James said, seriously.

"Er--yeah, sorry about that. What did you want to talk about?" Harry asked, face flushed.

James set a cup of tea down before Harry and poured another for himself. Harry took a seat on one side of the table and James sat on the opposite bench facing him. He looked down into his cup and said, "I'm sorry I tried to kill myself."

Harry was startled; he'd been so wrapped up in Draco and his own libido the fact of James' plight had totally left his mind. He shook his head in an attempt to regain control of his thoughts.

"You really gave me a scare there, Jamie. I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you."

"Yeah," James said, stirring sugar into his tea. "You said so earlier. I just wanted you to know that I am sorry. I should've let you know that I wasn't in my right mind, haven't been all year. I didn't know how to tell you. I--I thought I was going mental and it scared me. Seeing Mum like that, I don't know, just really set me off, you know?"

"I can imagine," Harry said, reigning in his anger at Ginny.

"I just can't understand how she could abandon us. How she thought she could just go away and leave us alone with you and Draco, no offence," James amended.

"I don't know how she could have done it either, James. But I want you to know that having you was one of the best things I've ever done in my entire life. Having you means more to me than ridding the world of Voldemort ever did."

"Why do you have to be gay, Dad?" James asked, setting down his spoon finally. "Why was it Malfoy that you saved three times? Why couldn't it have been Mum?"

"James, I did save your mum once, I'm sure we've told you about that. But I was born gay and it was drilled into me by the Muggles who raised me that I was a freak for having magic, and if they had known I was gay I would've suffered twice as bad. I hate being called a freak. I tried to hide it, I buried it deep down inside and didn't have time to really even think much of it in school and then I was confused, because I loved your mum, but now I realise that what I felt for her was more like the love one has for a sibling. I never knew what love really felt like until I met up with Draco again." He looked thoughtful.

"It's funny how it all worked out though. There really is a fine line between love and hate. Draco fancied me all through school but was a total prick to get my attention, and I thought I hated him. My dad acted the same way toward my mum, only in a less harsh sense, and they ended up getting together too. Guess with the war and everything it just took Draco and me a lot longer to come to our senses. Molly told me today that by the Power of Three, if we hadn't hooked up, we would've died."

"Oh," James said. "I didn't realise all that. I just hate to see our family torn apart. I feel torn enough as it is, and it's like the last thing that was stable just fell apart right under my feet. I couldn't do anything about anything and it just made me feel powerless. That's why I was getting into so much trouble at school. I could control stuff when I was breaking rules, because I was doing it on purpose."

"How is school for you, James? We never got a letter from you. Is there anybody that you're interested in? Anybody you hate?" Harry laughed.

James scowled. "No, I've been inside my head too much to look at girls, but they follow me around like Nifflers. Son of the Golden Boy and all that."

Harry looked startled. "Is that really what they're calling you? I'm sorry you have to go through that. I had to put up with being 'the Boy Who Lived' and 'the Chosen One' and now it's 'Saviour of the Wizarding world'. I didn't realise it had trickled down to you three."

"Not so much Al and Lily, they're lucky enough to be in houses that don't care about that sort of thing, but Gryffindors can be really full of themselves, you know?"

"So, no interest in girls then?" Harry teased.

"Shut it, you," James said, grinning. "No interest in boys either. Unlike Al and Scorpius," he said conspiratorially.

"Draco and I know all about Al and Scorpius, so don't think of tattling, James. Or giving them a hard time about it. We've got an appointment lined up for them and you, with Susan after Christmas, to see what can be done, if anything. They really like each other and the more Draco and I try to discourage it, the more it pushes them together. But, I want to talk about you, and these discipline issues you've been having. How does it feel to be kicked off the Quidditch team? I was banned from it once too. It felt terrible."

"Really? Yeah, Quidditch is like the only other thing I had going for me. I forgot that was taken away."

"Do you promise to make an effort with your schoolwork the rest of the year and to try to stay off McGonagall's radar?"

"What's a radar?" James asked, confused.

"Muggle thing, I mean, do you promise not to get on her bad side any more this year? 'Cause if you succeed, I'll buy you a new racing broom for Quidditch next year."

Harry wanted more than anything to get James excited about something in life, to give him something to work towards, no matter how mundane, just to give him a reason to live.

"Yeah," James said, excitedly. "I'll study really hard, and I'll even try to get Peeves to behave himself too."

"I'd leave Peeves alone if I were you," Harry said. "He's one tricky poltergeist."

"Please," James said. "I can handle him."

"If you say so, Jamie, get off with you then and try to have some fun. I still don't want you alone, so go and spend time with Lily or something. Draco and I are going to go--Christmas shopping," Harry lied quickly.

James rolled his eyes as if he could see right through Harry's lie. "All right. I promise to stay with Lily and to behave myself."

"And take your potion," Harry reminded him.

"Dad, it makes my head all foggy."

"James, you've just had major Legilimency performed on you. Take your potion. Draco and I should be back at around nine or so, Teddy and the crew should be back before us, all right?"

"Yeah sure," James said, clearing his plate and cup and taking them over to the sink. "I'll be hanging out in the drawing room with Lily. Have fun shopping."

Harry felt his face colour, but as soon as James was gone, he ran to the parlour to find Draco in the same position he'd left him in, flat on his back on the sofa, only this time he was reading the boring potions text.

"What?" Draco asked, when Harry hurried up to him excitedly.

"We have until nine o' clock or so. I propose we go to your flat and spend the day fucking, then we can order the rest of our gifts by catalogue and have them owled to us tomorrow. What do you say?"

Harry reached down to fondle Draco's bits beneath his robe, but Draco caught his arm. "You're really horny, aren't you?"

"Draco, I want you so bad that I'll explode in my trousers just thinking about you."

Draco grinned at him. "Gimme a minute to change into some Muggle wear and then we'll go."

"Can I watch you change?" Harry asked, waggling his eyebrows.

"No," Draco said. "You need to learn some self control. Stay here and wait for me, I'll be down in a bit."

"Fine," Harry huffed, sitting down on the sofa. He was going to go back to the cock flat and was totally excited by the prospect. Maybe he'd actually take the time to look at some of Draco's decorations. He was reminded, though, of the fact that they needed to build their dream-house before school finished and reminded himself to remind Draco to get to work on his designs.

***

Once they arrived at Draco's posh flat, Harry was about ready to tear Draco's clothes off him and fuck him right there, wherever 'there' happened to be.

"Hold onto your pants there, Potter," Draco said, pushing Harry back so that he was leaning against the arm of the white leather sofa in the middle of the living area. Draco stood between his legs, noses just apart. "We need to finish that Christmas shopping first. Didn't you say you wanted to do it by owl order in catalogues?"

Harry groaned as he felt Draco's teasing hardness pressed up against his own. "Yes, but, I want to shag you senseless first. Besides, I forgot to bring the catalogues."

Draco smirked. "So, now you're resorting to lies to get me into bed. Whatever has got into you?"

"You have," Harry said, trying hard to kiss Draco, but Draco kept moving his head away.

"Draco, I want you so bad," Harry said, grinding his hips against Draco's, eliciting a moan.

"Stop trying to seduce me, Potter. You've already succeeded, I'm just thinking that Christmas is days away and we haven't bought presents for our friends."

"Draco, do you see anybody from the old days any more?"

"Of course," Draco said, circling his hips against Harry. "I'm still friends with Blaise and Pansy, they married, you know?"

"I didn't. Look, you have a whole bookshop at your disposal, why not give our friends books?"

Harry was grasping at straws at this point, he wanted sex and he wanted it now.

"I never thought of that." Draco said. "I haven't opened the shop for a couple of months now, I'm sure the shipments have piled up."

"Who lets them in when you're away?" Harry asked, forcing kisses down Draco's neck.

Draco was giving in to Harry's ministrations, "My house-elf, Nimbly."

With a crack, Nimbly appeared, wearing a tea towel as an apron. "Master called?" the elf squeaked.

"Yes, will you fetch me the last batch of my Veritaserum and place it on the dining table, then make yourself scarce for a while?"

"Nimbly lives to serve Master. Nimbly will do it," and with that, the elf was gone with another loud crack.

Harry grabbed Draco's bum and pulled him in close. "Can we please fuck now?" he pleaded, "then we can look through the bookshop. I want you more than once and we only have about seven hours before we should be getting back."

"Let's take it to the bedroom," Draco whispered. "We really ought to get in the habit."

"All right," Harry said, already half-way there, pulling his jumper off and dropping it on the floor. He bounded into Draco's room and stripped off his jeans and pants and pulled off the tight black tee he'd been wearing. By the time Draco entered the room, Harry was entirely nude and stroking his straining erection, pre-come leaking from the tip almost like a fountain.

"Merlin, Harry. You are a bit excited aren't you?"

Harry rushed over to Draco and began to pull his grey cashmere tank top over his head. "I want you so bad. I want you inside me. I want to feel your come spill down my legs, knowing that you filled me as full as possible."

Draco growled and pushed Harry backwards until they reached the bed, Harry fell back on top of it and Draco slowly began to undo his shirt, exposing inch after creamy inch of his firm, pale skin.

Harry took in the sight and it dazzled him. He watched Draco undress, in awe of the gorgeous body being revealed; a sight he would never tire of seeing. Harry scooted back on the bed so his bum rested on the edge and his legs dangled off. He stroked his erection from its nest of black curls and waited to be touched. Then Draco was there, between his legs, lifting them to encircle his waist. He had a tube of lube in hand and Harry watched, unabashed, as Draco slicked his cock with it and tossed the tube aside.

He toyed with Harry's hole with the head of his cock; teasing it up and down his crack and circling his entrance, before finally entering with one quick thrust, all the way to the hilt.

Harry bit back the cry of pain and shock and allowed his muscles to relax to welcome the intrusion.

Draco panted above him, resting his arms on either side of Harry's hips on the bed. "Is this what you want, Harry?"

"Oh, God yes," Harry declared. "You feel so fucking good inside me, please move."

Draco began to thrust, slow at first but then quickening as Harry bore down to meet each thrust with mewls and keening cries.

Harry had never quite felt so open during sex before, it was freeing and brilliant. He pulled at Draco's arms, reaching for him, so much wanting to be connected in every way.

Draco thrust deep into Harry, then acquiesced to his need and raised himself above Harry's body, so they were lying chest to sweaty chest and face to face. "Merlin, Harry. Do you even know how good you feel around my cock?"

"Shut up and kiss me," Harry commanded in a whisper.

Draco pushed his tongue into Harry's mouth and Harry welcomed the intrusion, tangling his tongue with Draco's as Draco began thrusting again, hitting Harry's prostate each time with gentle bumps.

Harry couldn't help but cry out, moaning into Draco's mouth as his body was being bounced upon the mattress.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's back and brought his legs in closer, pulling him in deeper with his feet. They were kissing heavily and Harry was sure he'd found heaven. He was as close to Draco as he could physically get and he never wanted it to end.

"Nngh, Harry, I can't hold off," Draco said into Harry's open mouth.

Harry pulled him in tighter and squeezed. "Come, Draco. Come inside me."

Draco pushed inside hard and came with a strained growl. Harry felt the explosion through the tension in Draco's muscles and held him tightly while Draco rode the aftershocks, kissing and humming into Harry's mouth.

Harry's cock was impossibly hard and wet, dripping with pre-come, trapped between their bodies, but he loved the sensation and held onto Draco as if he were drowning.

Draco pulled his head back and planted a few more kisses on Harry's lips. "Harry, I need to pull out,"

"No," Harry groaned, holding him tighter. "I want you in me always. Feels so good."

Draco chuckled and nuzzled his face against Harry's neck, pulling at his earlobe with his lips and making "mmmm" sounds.

They lay wrapped together for several moments, before Harry's legs began to cramp and he reluctantly unwound them from Draco's backside, allowing Draco to slip out, come staining the duvet.

Harry finally released his hold around Draco's back and Draco peeled himself off Harry's body with a great squelching sound that caused them to giggle.

"You haven't come," Draco observed, looking down at Harry's hard and weeping member.

"I'm saving it for you," Harry said slyly. "I want to take you on your hands and knees."

Draco smirked, "Oh, do you now?"

He climbed over Harry and positioned himself near the head of the bed, bum up and head down.

Harry sat up, come leaking down his thighs, and he climbed over to where Draco was waiting for him, a delicacy he couldn't wait to feast upon.

He knelt behind Draco, gazing upon his dusky pink pucker, and marvelled that something so small could be filled with a cock and feel good. How he had ever played straight for so many years was a question he had no answer to.

Draco's arse was so inviting compared to when Ginny had let him take her. Her bottom was too squishy and her hole too hairless. She had only let him do it after days of begging and never seemed to enjoy it, not the way Draco would scream out in total abandon, making sex real and raw.

Harry licked a stripe from the bottom of Draco's hanging bollocks up to his crack and revelled in the way Draco's pucker fluttered at him and Draco's body tensed up, all shivers and anticipation.

He thrust his tongue inside without any further prep and began to use it to stretch Draco open, tasting the thick, salty musk that he loved so much; tasting Draco. He loved the feel of the smooth channel against his tongue, of feeling the muscles contract and relax around him, and he fought to get in deeper, wagging his tongue back and forth inside, the way he knew he liked it.

Draco was cursing in abandon, and pressing his bottom back against Harry's invading mouth, making it difficult for Harry to breathe, but he didn't care. So long as Draco was feeling pleasure, Harry wanted to keep giving it to him.

"Harry, please," Draco cried. "Give me your cock, I need it, I need you to fill me."

Harry withdrew his tongue until just the tip was left inside and sucked the rim with his lips, humming around it.

"Oh, Fuck, Harry, I need you in me right now!" Draco nearly screamed.

Harry searched for the lube, finding it under a rumple of the duvet, and used it to quickly slick his cock up further and push inside with one great thrust.

Draco's channel held him like a velvet glove and Harry had to hold off, panting to keep himself from coming straight away. The dull burn in his own arse fuelled his desire to fuck Draco senseless.

Once he was sure the impending sensation of orgasm had passed, Harry gripped Draco's hips hard enough to bruise, and began to pump into him all of the love and desire that he had for the man below him. Wanting to fill him so full, claim him with his cock and his seed so that Draco would truly be his in all ways.

He wasn't going to last. He gripped Draco's hips even harder and gave a last few hard thrusts before his orgasm swam before his eyes, making him see white. He pumped the last of it into Draco's depths before slipping out and collapsing beside Draco's kneeling form, looking up into his lust-blown eyes.

Draco fell forward, letting his knees give out, and turned to curl against Harry, sweaty, sticky and covered in come and the smell of sex. He licked at Harry's nipple, rubbing his stubbly face against Harry's chest and Harry felt absolutely spent. They weren't seventeen any more and having come five times in two days was beginning to take its toll on his body.

"Harry," Draco said quietly against his chest.

"Mhm?"

"Let's go take a bath."

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