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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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“Green,

It just occurred to me that you're a dark creature now. Are you planning on registering with the ministry? Or have you already?

I've had sex, with both girls and boys, but shame on you for asking! A gentleman never kisses and tells, you should know that, if you've had any sort of proper upbringing! Just teasing, no one will know what we write here, so there’s no shame in being candid, I suppose.

There's nothing wrong with romantic notions, but be prepared for things to go awry, as they oftentimes do. That being said, I hope your first time is lovely and with someone you want it with, because that’s how it should be.

There are a good number of children who don’t have their parents right now, since the war was raging when we were born. So many lives lost, it’s really sad. I suppose I am blessed to have both of my parents, I wish you could have grown up with the same privilege.

I almost lost my father at the beginning of the summer. You heard about the students that went to the ministry with Potter, right? Well, my father was there, checking something in our vault in the Department of Mysteries and was taken into Auror custody, accused of being a Death Eater, there to pick a fight with the students. They got it all straightened out when he told them why he was really there, but bad timing, eh?

Write back soon,

Silver"

Harry put the book down, seething.

So his pen-pal was Draco Malfoy. Why was that not at all surprising?

And Lucius Malfoy had used the excuse of a vault in the Department of Mysteries to weasel out of going to Azkaban.

He decided against writing back, opting to deliver a few choice words to the other teen tomorrow morning. In person.

*****

Harry was waiting in front of the Potions classroom the next morning with Hermione when Malfoy and Zabini showed up. He stepped forward and pinned the blond with his gaze. “Your father should have ended up in Azkaban, Silver.” He spat.

“Harry, calm down, it's a bad idea to get into a fight right now.” Hermione said, not wanting to get between the two, but trying to help cooler heads prevail all the same.

Malfoy frowned, but upon hearing his alias, he paled. “You had the other book?! And what do you mean by that?” He asked.

“Your father was there on Voldemort's orders! I know that because he picked a fight with me directly! He's a Death Eater, Malfoy. Face it.” Harry pressed.

Malfoy's face turned an impressive shade of red, and he stepped forward, into Harry's personal space. “He is not! You take that back!” He shouted.

“Why should I, when it's the truth?” Harry sneered.

Malfoy let out a wordless cry of rage and rushed Harry, knocking him to the floor.

Hermione sighed, watching the two. She cast an aguamenti on them, hoping it would shock them back to their senses, but all it did was make them wetter, making kicks and punches slide around after connecting, worsening the damage both boys were causing to each other. “Oops.”

Zabini sighed. “Good job, Granger. That was completely ineffective.” He said in boredom, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against a wall, watching the Golden Boy and his best friend battle it out.

“Well, you stop them, then!” Hermione snapped.

“Why? I’m enjoying the show. Snape will be here soon. He'll stop them.” He said.

Hermione huffed. “That's what I’m trying to avoid.” She said.

There was a sickening crunch, followed by a pained shout, and the fighting intensified, as more students showed up, forming a circle around the two combatants. Someone was bleeding, but due to both of them ending up covered in blood, it was hard to tell who.

Right on cue, Severus showed up, pushing people aside to see what was causing the circle of students. “Oh, for the love of—Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy! Both of you stop that this instant!”

Malfoy stilled, and Harry got in one more good punch, since his vampire saw Severus as his submissive partner, and wasn't too keen on following his orders.

The blond howled in pain as his nose broke, and slapped the still-bleeding vampire across the face.

“Enough!” Severus shouted, grabbing both teens by the back of their robes and hauling them to their feet. “Since no one saw fit to stop this foolishness, you will all wait here while I take them both to the hospital wing. Zabini, see to it that no one leaves.”

Zabini nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He stood up straighter, moving after Severus passed him to bar all the students from leaving the area.

“Sebewus, he does!” Harry told his mate as he was dragged toward the hospital wing, his broken nose impeding his speech.

“He knows what?!” Severus asked, exasperated.

“About be!” Harry said frantically. “The ingubus! And the vampire!”

“I'll deal with that right now, then.” Severus stopped and released Harry to draw his wand and cast a tongue-tying spell on Malfoy, tied to his knowledge about Harry's creature sides. “There. He can't speak of it now. Idiot boy, he broke your nose!” He snapped, grabbing Harry again and resuming his trek to the hospital wing.

“I broge his, too.” Harry said, sounding smug.

“Yes, you did, and you both have earned detention. With Filch. For a week each, to be served separately.” He snapped, and Harry's shoulders slumped.

“Dab.”

“Language, Mr. Potter.” He chastised. “Do you need to feed?” He asked. “Poppy will have to be told about you now.”

Harry gauged how hungry he was and nodded. “Id would pwobaby be a good idea.” He said.

Severus sighed. “We'll do that when we get there, then.”

Malfoy's eyes bugged out of his head. “You're the vampire's bate?!” He asked in shock.

Severus chuckled. “So it would seem. Pity you won't be able to tell anyone, hm?” He asked as the entered the hospital wing. “Poppy, we need your help!”

Poppy Pomfrey hustled put of her office. “Goodness me, what happened to them?!” She asked.

“Fistfight in front of my classroom, what else?” Severus told her.

“Of course. What was I thinking?” Poppy said sarcastically. “Well, why are you here?”

Severus leaned forward and whispered something in Poppy's ear. Neither Harry nor Malfoy could make out what was said, but Poppy nodded as he pulled away.

“Fine, I’ll heal Mr. Malfoy first, then, while you feed Mr. Potter.”

Severus sat Harry down on his usual bed, across the hospital wing from Malfoy, and sat beside him. “Here.” He held out his arm to Harry. “Feed.”

Harry took the arm and bit, savouring the flavour of Severus’ blood. He sipped at the wound for a few minutes, until Madame Pomfrey spoke.

“Do you feel up to leaving, Mr. Malfoy, or would you rather spend the day here until tomorrow?” She asked.

Malfoy’s voice reached Harry’s ears, sounding weak and pitiful, and as Harry licked Severus’ wound closed, he thought, ‘Malfoy’s really laying it on thick.’

“I’d like to stay the night, Madame Pomfrey, if that’s all right with you. I still hurt.”

“I’d imagine so; your ribs will be tender for a few days, one was cracked.” Pomfrey said. “Fine; you can stay. Be warned, Mr. Potter will probably have to stay, too. He has some special medical needs now.” She told him and bustled over to where Harry was sitting. “How are you feeling?” She asked.

“Battered.” Harry answered.

Madame Pomfrey sighed fondly and leaned forward. “Let’s fix that nose. Episkey!”

Harry winced as his nose fixed itself with a crunch. “Thanks.”

Madame Pomfrey cast a quick diagnostic spell on him. “Well, two fractured ribs, blood loss, though that is getting better, you should probably feed again with dinner, that black eye will heal in hours with your vampire healing, and your magic is doing something weird.”

“It’s because I’m angry.” Harry explained. “I’m holding it back, so it should be fine.”

“I’d give you a draught of peace, but when I mixed it with your potion last, you vomited it back up.” Severus said wryly.

“That’s what that was? Yes, let’s not repeat that, please.” Harry requested.

“I’d like to keep you here overnight for observation, if that’s alright with you, since I can’t give you any potions for your injuries. You should be fine to leave tomorrow morning.” She said.

Harry made a face. “Sure, so long as Malfoy stays in his bed over there.”

Poppy chuckled. “If he moves, he’s well enough to leave, and he knows it.” She said.

Harry sighed and got comfortable. “Fine, then. I'll stay.”

Severus straightened. “How did he find out about your creature sides?” He asked.

Harry winced. “He had the partner book to the correspondence book Hermione gave me. I told him thing I probably shouldn’t have. If I hadn’t revealed that I had the other book, it wouldn’t be an issue.” He admitted.

“And why did you?” Severus asked.

“Because he doesn’t believe his father is a Death Eater! I don’t want him to live in a fantasy world when I know the truth! If he follows his father’s footsteps, I’ll have to fight him someday!” Harry said in clear distress.

“And while that may bother you, it is still his choice to make. You can’t change the outcome yourself, so leave it for now.” Severus advised.

“If I can get him to see reason, maybe I can sway him to not join Voldemort!” Harry said.

“Kindly don’t use that name around me, please. Draco needs to make his own choices. You may be able to help, but you will not do it by getting into fistfights with him.” Severus pointed out. “Now, I have a class to teach. Both of you behave.” He said before leaving.

Harry heaved a heavy sigh and got more comfortable.

“What can you eat, Potter? Can you eat?” Madame Pomfrey asked.

“I can have crisp vegetables and rare meats. Also, cookies without any chocolate are acceptable. And rye bread, but not white or wheat.” Harry answered.

“I’ll see to it that you have a selection of food for lunch and dinner. You can call for an elf to bring your pyjamas if you want; you’re stuck here for the day, after all. Mr. Malfoy, you may do the same. You two will have to take turns in the bathroom to change, I’m afraid.” She said.

“Thank you, Madame Pomfrey. Malfoy can change first. I’m sure Hermione will bring my bag around lunchtime.” Harry said wearily.

Malfoy called for an elf and got his pyjamas delivered and went to change.

‘So long as this day doesn’t get any worse,’ Harry thought, ‘I should survive being stuck in the hospital wing with this prat.’
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