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Remember Me	By : TigerBlak Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See that woman on CSPAN with the blonde hair, two kids and more money than the queen of England—yup, you guessed it JKRowling. She owns the characters not me, but I'll just be playing with them for a while.

AN: Ok, it took me a while to start this chappie because I had to figure out the logistics of the sex scene (lets see you try to figure out how to get two guys to penetrate one girl at the same time and see how long you take trying to write it out). But now that I've worked that out I will bring to you in this chapter what you've all been waiting for—the dance.

Chapter 15: The Tango--A Three Way Split

Before the students knew it the first Hogsmeade weekend was upon them. Athyr and the other exchange students had been looking forward to visiting the only all wizarding town in Europe.

"There are a few in the US, one of which is of course in Salem near the Academy," Skye huffed on a chilly afternoon in October as he and Athyr ran laps around the Quidditch pitch. "There's another one in New Orleans," she breathed. They were on the last stretch of their run and trying to run and talk was one way they decided how many laps they would run. If they could talk easily they would run harder and add laps, if the were gasping for breath while trying to carry on a conversation they would decrease the speed and number of laps. However, today the two girls seemed to have hit an even stride.

"I've already visited Hogsmeade once. Harry and Draco took me there before the school year began," Athyr explained. "It's really neat, they have all of these shops. They carry everything, I got some Sugar Quills and Harry introduced me to Chocolate Frogs, which next to Remus' cookies are my absolute favorite treat," the young goddess hummed in contentment thinking about the small stash of the confection she kept in her bedside table drawer.

"Yeah and we know how much you hate chocolate," Skye deadpanned as the two girls jogged to a stop. Athyr thrust out her chin and mock pouted and the two girls ended up in a giggling fit as they made their way back towards the school.

"So what's this thing going on between you, Harry and Draco?" Skye, being American had yet to manage the familiarity issues with calling someone by his or her first name. Several students had tried to explain it to her, but to no avail.

"What 'thing'?" the goddess questioned back. Hopefully, the witch would take a hint and leave well enough alone.

"If you don't feel the sparks you three set off when you're together than you haven't been paying attention," Skye drawled saucily. She watched Athyr intently and noticed how a faint flush, that had nothing to do with the run they had just completed, bloomed on her cheeks.

"Well, we--that is I--I--what I want to say is," Athyr stumbled.

"What you want to say is you love them," Skye answered for her, not noticing the dumbfounded look that appeared on Athyr's face, "but I have a feeling that you haven't totally convinced yourself yet."

"Have you given any thought to teaching Divination?" mumbled good-naturedly, "Harry keeps telling me that his Divination professor is barking mad."

"So I am right! KEWL!!!!" Skye took off as the goddess took a swipe at her with the towel slung around her neck. Their laughter hung in the frosty air as they ran into the castle.

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That evening following dinner Athyr sat curled up in a chair in the common room, she nibbled on a cookie and slowly perused a thick sheath of papyrus scrolls that looked as if they would crumble to dust any second. Nearby a long roll of parchment and a quill and glittering inkwell were precariously balanced on her right knee. Reading a few lines of the ancient paper, she then scribbled onto the parchment. She mumbled to herself at moments and when a feather tickled her ear, she let out a small shriek and bobbled the carefully situated ink.

Glaring into a pair of twinkling, green eyes she scowled, "You know, it's not polite to sneak up on people when they're working."

"It's Friday, Athyr, you know, the weekend and best of all its the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year," Harry had perched himself on the arm of the chair and was intent on focusing Athyr's attention on something other than the scrolls she had been leafing through for the past hour.

Around her the Gryffindor common room was abuzz with activity. Games of Exploding Snap and Wizard Chess took place at several tables. Skye had a group of underclassmen and was attempting to show them some complicated dance routine. Every few minutes or so you would hear a giggle from the group or a loud frustrated yell as the dance step was completed with success or failure. Some students were enjoying a few hours of leisure reading. Even Hermione had found something else to work on besides schoolwork. Namely, Ron; the two sat snuggled in a corner as tightly wrapped around each other as they could get. Their intimacy made the young goddess blush but she realized that it had probably been the reason that Harry now sat near her, tempting her with his scent and nearness. Following Athyr's gaze Harry let his mind drift, he wanted to be entangled with her that way, but preferably with fewer if any clothes between them.

"I know that," the young goddess sniffed. "I just promised Prof. Snape that I would translate these potions for him for the weekend so that he could work on them," she gestured to one scroll. "Then there's the list of plants I told Prof. Sprout I would get to her and the Egyptian Star Chart for Prof. Sinistra and I need to confer with Hagrid on the feed that he's giving to the pegasi." As she spoke she noted the glimmer was leaving Harry's eyes and sadness was taking its place. Athyr hated having to push Harry to the side like this but it was her last resort.

Over the past few weeks Harry and Draco had become relentless in their pursuit of her. At first she had thought that returning to school for the duo would be a return to normalcy or at least a revisiting of old habits. Her assumptions thus far had been wrong and the frustration and sexual tension were steadily building. The two wizards went out of theiy toy to be near, touch or otherwise occupy themselves with or in the vicinity of Athyr. In the few classes they shared they managed to either sit beside or be partnered with her. She snorted as she remembered a particularly volatile Potions class during the second week of classes.

~~~Flashback~~~

"I'm sure, that most of you will get this potion correct. Those of you who don't will have the luxury of returning to class after dinner to try again. Now," Prof. Snape waved his wand at the board, "here are your instructions and here," another flick of the wand, this time at the stores in the back of the room, "are your ingredients. Get started; you have an hour."

Harry, Draco and Athyr sat huddled around the lone cauldron in the center of the table that had been charmed to accommodate three students as opposed to the normal two. Prof. Snape had decided to try an odd three-group paring this week in the hopes of staving off another cauldron explosion from Neville or Santiago. The two wizards had been paired with Hermione in the hopes that the Head Girl would be able to correct any mishaps that would occur before an eruption. Thus, the light Slytherin and dark Gryffindor had snagged Athyr hurriedly before she could be grouped with anyone else.

Now they sat, waiting for the unicorn bile to simmer so that the powdered dandelion roots could be added and stirred in. Draco chopped bloodroot and Harry read aloud the instructions so that they could understand exactly what colors the potion would change to after each ingredient was added. There was a clatter and the knife Draco had fell in between his and Athyr's chairs. Mumbling obscenities under his breath he fumbled beneath them trying to grasp the blade. In his attempt his hand brushed against Athyr's ankle and then calf eliciting a small gasp that did not go unnoticed by the blond wizard. When Draco had righted himself he smirked at Athyr's flushed cheeks and said to her sotto voiced, "A bit ticklish around the ankles, are we?"

"N-not really," she stuttered in reply. It wasn't that her ankles or any part of her for that matter was ticklish, it was simply the fact that he had touched her there. With her sights on the cauldron Athyr nearly jumped out of her seat when Draco said directly into her ear, "I don't think you're telling the whole truth." His teeth managed to nip lightly at the lobe before letting go.

Harry was by no means unaware of the goings on of his two potion's partners and for his part he kept a careful watch on Prof. Snape to be sure they wouldn't be surprised by his presence. Noting that the professor was occupied with Ron, Pansy and Lavender's cauldron that was letting off puffs of acrid smoke he felt he could join in the fun. Dropping his quill onto the floor he bent down to gather it up and let his index finger glide up the length of muscle on her left calf and under her robe to the knee before she managed to jostle his light touch away.

Cheeks flaming, Athyr looked from Harry and Draco and both wizards wore identical grins. They were enjoying this game of slap and tickle (AN: dated phrase I know, but I love that saying). Arching a brow at the smirk that they wore, Athyr calmly adjusted her position and crossed her legs, thus preventing straying hands from wandering farther. She then focused her attention pointedly back on their potions assignment and hoped that they would too. For a few moments things returned to normal. The three students worked in tandem adding ingredients, stirring and recording results. Suddenly, Athyr noticed that she was the only one of their threesome left with ingredients and directions for the potion.

The two wizards were silent on both sides of her and it seemed as if they were communicating around her. Not to be distracted again Athyr gave all of her attention to remaining instructions for their potion. But the two wizards would not be put off. Seemingly as one unit a hand slid beneath the desk and with a few stray touches behind the bent knee it became uncrossed. Athyr could feel her skin flush with desire. The slight nudges behind her knee had forced her to either move it immediately or give in and laugh out loud. Since she had no wish to call attention to what was going on under the desk she felt it more prudent to uncross her legs. In her peripheral vision she noted that both boys were stifling their laughter. Harry, with his hand at his mouth and Draco had resorted to biting his lip.

"And how is the potion coming at this table?" Prof. Snape's voice drawled from over Harry's shoulder. All three students barely managed to keep from jumping. Draco recovered first and remarked how the armadillo bile had drastically changed the consistency of the potion. The professor seemed to be content with Draco's answer and after making a few snide remarks about Harry's potion making abilities turned and walk away. As soon as Prof. Snape had turned his back two hands, one on each side, roamed up Athyr's calves, past the knee tops of her socks and caressed the flesh there for a moment before skirting the edge of her skirt and the smoother skin of her inner thighs.

Athyr could feel her gaze blurring around the edges and the air seemed to almost shimmer with her arousal. She was sure that if the hands got much further she would do something inappropriate. Clamping her thighs tightly together she forced herself to focus on the last instructions for the potion. With slightly shaking hands she reread the last few lines and noted that all that was left to do was stir the potion 100 times counter clockwise. She began to stir when Harry's hot breath ghosted across her ear, much like Draco's had earlier.

"Have I told you how much I love this uniform on you?" he whispered. "I especially like the socks and how they just hit the knee," with the mention of this body part his missing hand ran lightly over it and moved further north, "and leave all of this wonderfully soft skin exposed." Athyr was almost panting as she tried to keep count and fend off the waves of lust that rolled through her. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her stirring.

Only 90 turns to go, she thought hazily. Draco's dormant hand soon joined in the fray as he tugged gently on her right thigh in an attempt to get her to spread her legs even a little bit. When he succeeded in getting enough space for his index and middle finger he left them there and began murmuring into her other ear.

"You have the most rapturous look on your face Athyr, I wonder if you look like that when you come," the words almost blew Athyr's counting off totally, but she bit down hard on her bottom lip and with a few mental slaps managed to remember which stir she was on. Only 43 turns to go, the litany of numbers decreased by one for every repetition of the cauldron she made. By the time she got to 10, her legs had caved under the strain of trying to stay closed and focus on counting to and the two wizards sitting on both sides of her took advantage and let their hands wander further up. Draco's hand was soft and slowly massaged the softest skin of her inner thigh. Though Athyr's legs were splayed open the robe had been draped over their hands so as to conceal their movements. Athyr knew that there had to be steam coming from her ears; she knew her skin was flushed with perspiration and could feel a lone bead of sweat coursing its way down her already sensitized body. Harry and Draco's hands both skirted along the edge of her damp panties when a voice broke through the haze.

"Please bottle your potions and bring them up front for grading," Prof. Snape's voice rang out through the room. "Then gather your things and get out. I would like a 2 foot long essay on the uses of this potion in light and dark magic, due the next class period." Just like that, the two hands pulled away and Harry's took the ladle from Athyr boneless fin. I. It was then that she realized had stopped stirring. I guess, I finally got to zero, she thought dazedly. Draco held out three beakers and the solution was poured, sealed and taken up to the professor's desk before the young goddess could calm her libido enough to focus on gathering her things together.

Students were packing up and heading out the door. She looked up into the smirking faces of Harry and Draco as she stood shakily at their worktable. While their advances were by no means unwanted, they had been very inappropriate for class. Athyr narrowed her eyes at them crooking a finger she beckoned them closer. When she was sure she had their undivided attention she spoke.

"It's not nice to tease a goddess," she rumbled huskily. "Especially one whose main focus is sex and pleasures of the flesh," her eyes sank to half mast as she gave them her parting shot, "Remember gentlemen, turnabout is fair play." With the promise lingering between them Athyr grabbed her already packed bag and sauntered out of the classroom sure, that both wizards were watching her leave.

~~~End of Flashback~~~

Athyr could still feel the hands on her body where they had lingered and each time she thought about it a small shiver ran through her and she found herself hazy and heavy with desire, now was no different. But the previous night's dream was like a bucket of cold water over her head. Immediately, her ardor cooled and instead of feeling the warmth of pleasure she felt to coldness of reality—her reality. Giving her head a mental shake she locked eyes with Harry, "Why don't you go find Draco. I'm sure he wants some company," she said lightly. The green eyes no longer looked at her with hurt; this time there was anger there.

"Meaning you don't, right?" he said sarcastically. Pushing away from the chair he stormed out of the common room.

Athyr wanted to call out to him, but the images that flashed behind her eyes staid her hand. She watched him go and for long moments after stared at the opening. Eventually, she gathered her things and went up to her room to continue her work.

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Harry fumed as he wandered the halls aimlessly. When he finally looked up he was standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Draco hadn't given him the password. "Well, hell," he muttered to himself.

"Language, Potter," a voice said from behind him. Turning the Gryffindor saw that Blaise Zabini had just rounded the corner. "Now what would the head boy think if I told him his boyfriend had a dirty mouth," the Slytherin smirked. While Blaise admitted that he could see what Draco saw in the lean and green-eyed wizard he would never understand how he could get around the fact that Harry was a Gryffindor through and through.

"He'd just have to clean it up for me, I guess," Harry returned. He was an old hat at verbal sparring since he had been dating Draco, Zabini could never hope to clash wits with him.

"Touché," the wizard said and giving the password, entered the dorm, Harry following closely behind him.

Walking through the Slytherin common room always made Harry a little uneasy. While he was sure he wouldn't be attacked outright by the students he never failed to noticed how fewer students there were now. After the war had ended the remaining Death Eaters had been gathered up and after brief trials had either been sentenced to life in Azkaban or had had their existence erased using a powerful charm that acted similar to the Dementor's Kiss since they the actual creature was no longer available. Sometimes he pitied the students whose parents had been fallen at the hand of Aurors or members of the Order, but then he remembered that the Light had lost people as well. He turned left at a suit of armor and then tapped on the portrait to Draco's room. When a muffled response from inside had the portrait opening he entered the room.

Draco sat in a chair curled up next to the fire and just like Athyr, he too, was surrounded by several rolls of parchment. Looking up from his work, Draco gave Harry a warm smile. "What brings you to the dungeons—slumming?" the Slytherin asked.

"Nah, I'm just pouting I guess," Harry returned sheepishly. Now that he looked back on the events that led him to his anger he wasn't sure if Athyr had really been trying to run him off. "You know," he began, sitting down on the floor by Draco's feet and leaning back against the chair, "I love Athyr, but sometimes I don't like her." When his thought was met with a snort of laughter he looked up into dancing gray eyes. "What--?"

"Really," Draco drawled. "I could say the same thing about you," when Harry's eyes fired and he tried to stand Draco wrapped both slender calves around his waist and pulled the Gryffindor down into lap.lap. "Calm down, what is with you tonight?" he asked exasperated after struggling to keep Harry seated. Finally, the youth sighed and leaned back into his boyfriend's warmth.

"It's Athyr. I tried to get her to spend some time with me tonight," he began, when Draco simply raised a brow he continued. "I just," distracted hands ruffled already unkempt hair, "wanted to spend some time with her doing nothing, but she was too busy doing work for the professors to even sit with me," to his own ears he sounded petulant, but he thought his request wasn't asking too much of the young goddess. "It's the weekend, its not like she couldn't do the work on Sunday. I haven't had any time with her all week and I don't know if you've noticed this, but it feels likes she's pulling away from us." After he had spoken the silence in the room reigned for a few moments. The sounds of crinkling parchment and crackling fire were the only sounds to be heard.

At first Draco had considered making some commiserating noises to whatever was bothering Harry, but when the topic of their conversation happened to be the subject he himself had been contemplating he was force to air some of his own thoughts. "Yes, I was wondering about that. She hasn't sat with us in any classes since the Potions incident," he smirked, "which is probably as much for her self preservation as from keeping us from getting in trouble with the professors, but she hasn't been as forthcoming with us as she had been."

The two wizards sat in silence for a few more moments, each keeping his own council. "I thought we were getting closer, not the other way around," Harry finally murmured.

"She hasn't been down here to visit since the start of classes, so I just see her in the classes we have together, but there was…" the blond trailed off.

"What?"

"Well, I found another strand of silk on my nightstand yesterday morning and when I had Muggle Studies with Athyr, I tried to entice her to come by last night so that I could braid her hair, but she begged off, saying she had an essay to work on," he murmured quietly reliving the conversation. Athyr, had paled slightly, when Draco had mentioned the idea of them being together alone and while he was sure she didn't fear him, for a moment he could have swore that her eyes flashed with the emotion. Last night, as the Slytherin played with the silk, twining it about his fingers and itching to weave it into his beloved's hair he had shrugged off her response, knowing that the weekend was coming and with it other opportunities.

Draco curled his arms around Harry and spoke directly into his ear. "Tomorrow is a Hogsmeade Weekend, we'll have her undivided attention tomorrow, and I'm sure we can keep her from shrugging us off then," he kissed the ear and when Harry turned in his arms he raised his lips eagerly for the kiss that Harry gave him. The kiss became more and soon the parchments were pushed to the floor as the two wizards found themselves involved with one another, but the thought that continued to linger was: What if she does?

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At breakfast the next morning, students were eating quickly and trying to carry on conversations in the process. Ron was in the middle of trying to explain to Skye how the Chudley Cannons, the "best team in the history of the game," Ron assured her, were a shoe in for the Quidditch World Cup this year. Hermione, unknowingly over her shoulder was shaking her head profusely and twirling a finger around her ear let Skye in on how wrong her boyfriend was. When Ron turned to find Hermione in the middle of a twist of the finger she flushed and huffing out a, "What?" returned to her oatmeal.

Athyr took in the exchange with a small smile. Her sleep the previous night had been plagued with recurring nightmares and between jolting awake after each one and resting fitfully the rest of the night, she found it difficult to be more upbeat about the mornings activities.

"So are you ready for your first official trip to Hogsmeade, then?" Harry's said to Athyr's right. The young witch looked over and gave him another smile.

"Sure, I am, but--" a large yawn split her face, "I'm still a little sleepy," she looked down the table searching for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"I was wondering if there was any of that stuff your godfather likes to drink in the morning. What was it?" Athyr struggled to remember.

"Coffee?" Harry offered.

"Yes! Coffee."

"The house elves don't usually send up coffee to the students, but I'm sure if you asked in the kitchens they would give you some," Harry explained taking a long look at Athyr. While she didn't look any different than normal, there were a few hints that the young goddess was tired. Her eyes, normally smiling and bright, were less so, the lids at half-mast over them. He noted also that there was a faint shadow underneath and added another question to the list he had been cultivating since talking with Draco the previous night.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Harry asked tentatively.

"A little," she replied noncommittally. She didn't want Harry to ask more questions about her dreams so she felt that she needed to reassure him that she was fine. Drawing herself up she smiled brightly at the Gryffindor. "I'm sure I'll be fine once I get some coffee and maybe a cookie or two," she added for extra measure.

Harry smiled back at her and walked up to the Head Table. A few moments later a small pot, of something, that after she sniffed, Athyr discovered was coffee, appeared in front of her at the table. A little cup and saucer and then smaller pots containing cream sug sugar were right next to it. Looking up, Athyr saw the headmaster smile down at her, eyes twinkling. She waved back and set to fixing the cup of coffee the way she had seen Sirius prepare it.

Eyes closed she took a small sip and sighed. Up until now, she'd always favored tea if she had anything hot with her breakfast, but now she would consider adding coffee to her daily meal, right along with chocolate chip cookies, she thought happily, finally feeling more like herself.

She was still sitting at the table when the other students had begun to gather into groups and head off to the small wizarding town.

"Come on Athyr," Skye called out. "Let's go—put the coffee cup down and step away from the brew," the witch teased.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," she commiserated and setting down the cup of heavenly liquid, gathered up her jacket and joined the rest of the students pouring out of the hall and building and into Hogsmeade.

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The group traversed the streets of Hogsmeade and Harry was reminded of his third year when he had used his invisibility cloak to enter the town and meet his friends. Ron and Hermione were once again pointing out the sights to the exchange students who had drifted over to their group.

"That's the post office," Hermione explained to Adair, "They do regular post and owl, so if you want to send mail to your muggle friends they can take care of it for you."

"This is Zonko's," Ron pointed out to Nikolaus, who quietly stared at the gesticulating redhead. "They have wicked things in there, but I," he pushed out his chest proudly, "get all of my products from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, my older brothers own it and Zonko's Joke Shoppe was their inspiration." Ron clapped the slight wizard on the back heartily.

Athyr seemed to be more interested in the ladies’ clothing shop. The sign above the door read Maylene Bastion's Glad Rags, in curly letters. She and Skye were currently staring into the window and were in awe of all of the clothing and shoes displayed.

The two girls seemed unable to tear themselves away, "I think we should go in their first, don't you Athyr?" she asked her fellow clotheshorse.

Athyr only nodded mutely. The sheer number of clothes that she had spotted just begging to be tried on alone, they were just about to enter when two hands pulled both girls away from the storefront.

"Wait--"both girls said struggling halfheartedly to free themselves. Both Harry and Draco nearly doubled over with laughter. Athyr had found the only person who was as obsessed with clothes as she was.

"We're going to see some of the other shops first ladies," Draco said pointedly.

"But, but," Athyr whined, looking back at the store as she was tugged away.

"We'll come back," Harry placated grabbing onto her other hand and pulling both young witches back to the group.

"Fine," the two girls pouted in unison, vowing in their minds to return as soon as they could escape the group. Meeting gazes behind the backs of the wizards they nodded to each other in agreement.

"Besides," Harry murmured into Athyr's ear, "Draco and I want to talk to you after we get back to the school and if you buy clothes you'll be to enraptured with trying them on that we won't have your full attention. And today Athyr we want everything." His voice seemed laced with promises and she was sure that the double entendre she detected was intentional. While her heart and body were warming at the idea of being alone with the duo for a long period of time, her mind rushed in to remind her of the possible consequences of her actions. Shoulders slumping slightly she merely hummed her approval and hoped that an opportunity appeared that would let her escape that afternoon's coming confrontation.

For two hours the group visited the shops of Hogsmeade, purchasing small things and enjoying being away from the school. After a short meal at the Three Broomsticks, they split into two groups; the guys wanted to visit the Shrieking Shack and Zonko's and the girls (read Skye and Athyr) wanted to return to the clothing store from earlier. They dragged a reluctant and protesting Hermione along in the hopes of adding to her sedate school wardrobe.

The girls entered the shop and were immediately greeted by a diminutive witch wearing dark purple robes and a hat that reminded Athyr faintly of the sorting hat as it looked so beat up. Surprisingly, the eyes that looked up at the three young witches was a violet almost as dark as her robes and trails of shiny platinum hair could be seen.

"Welcome, welcome to my shop," the shopkeeper greeted them. "I am Maylene Bastion. Feel free to look around at anything. All of the clothing is handmade and contains an everlasting charm to keep it from ripping or tearing," as the girls spread out her voice floated around them. "I also make clothing so if you have an idea for something we can definitely provide it for you."

Athyr had tuned the woman out as she approached a rack of gauzy shirts and began browsing. She had just pulled out on in vivid blue that she was sure would match Skye's eyes perfectly when she felt the air to her left move slightly. Immediately she reached out a hand and grabbed the one that had been inches away from her shoulder and spinning around she brought the offending hand across the body of the person behind her.

"Is there any wonder I want you for my dance partner—you move so fluidly, like water upon the air," a faint Spanish accent drawled.

"Santiago? Are you crazy? Don't sneak up on me like that," Athyr said dropping the wizard's hand immediately. Santiago, turned looklooking down at the young which smiled slowly.

"I was hoping to get some of your time today for practice. Since the Culture Festival isn't far off I would like enough time to put together a suitable dance routine and teach you as much as possible, although," he studied Athyr's form slowly, eyes raking from feet encased in trainers to her eyes, which looked at him balefully, "you may need to change first before we begin. Tell me do you own any short skirts or very snug pants?" he asked.

Athyr's hackles immediately rose. "I told you Santiago. I'm taken and if you can't get that through your head then you're going to have to find another dance partner."

"I wasn't even suggesting that," Santiago said miffed. Looking closer Athyr realized she had really offended him and immediately apologized. "That's okay," he sniffed, "I was asking about the clothes because the dances I will be teaching you require quick movements and precision. Trying to learn the tango in jeans is simply not done. So if you don't own something appropriate I would suggest you purchase something here." Looking over the racks of clothing Athyr's eyes caught on a skirt.

"What time do you want to meet?" She asked distractedly, mind already whirring through the clothes she had that would possibly be appropriate.

"If possible we could have practice right after you return from Hogsmeade, say in," he looked down at his watch, "an hour."

Athyr was nodding her head in agreement as soon as he had said the words 'return from Hogsmeade.' I can avoid Harry and Draco for a little longer she thought, but you can't run forever, her conscience was quick to answer. "But I can try," she murmured to herself. "Where?" She asked Santiago.

"How about the atrium in the back of the Muggle Hand to Hand class. Since it's always open I would make a great place for practice, day or night," he leered. "Joking, just joking," he said holding his hands up when Athyr's gazed scalded across his skin.

The two agreed on the meeting time and before Santiago left the shop Athyr called out to him, "Is there anything I'll need?"

Grinning, the Spaniard looked at the display in the window, in it were several pairs of shoes, but Santiago seemed focused on a particular pair of black shoes. Made of simple black leather, the shoe looked as if it would elegantly balance the foot on three and on half inches of delicately arched sole all the while holding on to the ankle with a series of crisscrossing straps which left the toes exposed. "Get the shoes," he said and was gone.

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When Athyr walked into what would be the practice dance hall for the she was dressed. She had purchased the shoes and skirt quickly and without hesitation picked up a gold wrap around blouse that matched her eyes exactly. When the shopkeeper had inquired what her purchases were for she mentioned that she was going to learn the tango and was immediately pressed upon to buy several accessories, she left the store with a set of decorated hair pins and chopsticks for her hair. Now she stood in the doorway to the atrium, black shoes, hose encased legs, skirt flowing to her knees and gold top. She had spent the longest time on her hair however. Trying to get waist length hair coiled into a bun was strenuous, frustrating work she had decided after ten minutes. Eventually, she had resorted to using a straightening charm that Hermione told her about in order to make the mass more manageable. Admittedly, she did like her hair straight, but it seemed to be even longer with the wave gone. She patted the neat bun at the nape of her neck lightly and pushed the chopstick that held it there deeper into the bun. When she heard clapping to her left she turned and saw Santiago.

He was truly in form. He wore head to toe black and behind him a small box of some sort sat on the floor push as close as possible to the wall. "You look wonderful," he said walking over to her. When he held out a hand, she placed her hand in it gingerly and then grasped it tighter when with a flick he spun her into his arms. "You move beautifully." Dropping her hand he turned to the box and pushed a button. Strains of music filled the air, slow at first but gradually increasing in tempo.

"What do you know about the tango?" Santiago asked.

"Nothing," Athyr answered.

"Really," he arched a brow skeptically. "You move surprisingly well for someone who has never done the tango. Can I assume this includes the other Latin dances as well?"

"You can."

"Well then," he clapped his hands together. "You have a lot to learn and I have a lot to teach you." And with that Santiago set about teaching Athyr the basics of Latin dance.

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Down in Hogsmeade Hermione and Skye were facing down two very angry wizards. Ron had been left at Honeydukes where he was in the process of trying to get only good flavored Every Flavor Beans and Harry and Draco had volunteered to meet up with the girls and bring them back so they could continue their shopping together.

"Let me get this straight," Draco fumed. "Santiago came in and talked to her, then she bought some clothes and accessories and then she left." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes," Hermione answered. She would kill Athyr for leaving her in this position. When she said she was leaving she never mentioned that she was supposed to meet back up with Harry and Draco so they could talk. The Head Girl had her own assumptions about what they would be talking about. While it was apparent that Harry and Draco no longer doubted their feelings, Athyr appeared to still be struggling with hers and Hermione guessed that today was her final hour. "But she mentioned something about practice," she snapped. "So it's nothing as illicit as you would believe."

"Regardless," Harry joined in. "Athyr knew we wanted to talk to her. I told her just this morning when we first got to Hogsmeade," the green-eyed wizard sighed and rubbed the frown between his brow. Athyr was running scared, but it wouldn't do her any good. They were going to have it out today, and good or bad, he and Draco would have their answer by dinner that night.

"Look, maybe she really did forget," Skye flinched under the hot gaze that both wizards sent her way. Deciding Athyr would have her hands full in a few moments she decided to leave well enough alone.

"So are you going to look for her now?"

Both wizards looked at each other and after a moment shook their heads. "No, we'll be seeing her soon enough," Harry said.

"This way she'll think she's gotten away with it and won't be prepared when she sees us," Draco smirked. The two boys headed back down the road conferring with one another as to how they would plan their attack on one Athyr Lamia Sekhmet. Shrugging Skye and Hermione followed behind.

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Athyr executed a twirl and felt her skirt flair out above her knees and then resettle when she came to a halt. Lifting her head she faced Santiago and raised a brow. He leaned against the wall of mirrors he had conjured under the windows. She could watch herself as she danced and catch all of the mistakes she made.

"That was good," he said standing upright. "But there is something missing," he pulled out his wand and pointed it at Athyr. "May I?" he asked.

Frowning a little but sure that he wouldn't do anything that couldn't be reversed Athyr nodded hesitantly. She felt the spell hit, but not at her center, rather a warm breeze ghosted across her legs ruffling the skirt slightly, or what was left of it. Staring down, eyes agog Athyr took in the alterations that Santiago's spell had made to the skirt.

Originally, it fell to the knee with a slight ruffle at the hem, but after the spell the shape of the skirt had changed. Though still black the skirt had become asymmetrical from the right hip, the poin the the skirt stopped right above her knee with the shorter end, hitting at mid-thigh. "What spell did you use?" Athyr asked after her perusal was complete.

"It was a simple altering charm, my mother is a seamstress and while your choice in fabric was exquisite, the cut was not. This," he gestured to the skirt will allow for be eas ease of movement.

"Can you change the top then?" She asked. "It no longer matches the style of the skirt."

"Certainly." The spell was cast again and the top morphed from its original shape. The sleeves lengthened and almost covered the hand and the front of the shirt shortened and became tied between the breasts. The room was cool, but the dancing did more than enough to keep her warm so she didn't worry overmuch about the exposed skin. She turned to the mirror and took in the sight. Spinning she watched her reflection in the mirror and how the skirt flirted with the curve of her butt cheek as it shifted. When she looked at Santiago and noticed that his eyes were not fixed on her butt, rather her ankles and calves during the turn, she decided that she would not ask him to change the skirt back. It seems as if whatever lust he harbored for me is gone, she happily thought to herself, good, now I can enjoy the dance. "I like it," she finally said.

Pulling himself up to his full height, Santiago approached Athyr, "Let's see what you have learned." He waved his wand at the box and the music began anew. Taking Athyr's hand in his own he let the music flow over them and with an ease that was growing between the two friends they began to dance together.

The strains of the music followed every step that they made. When Athyr held her hand aloft, Santiago was there to take it and lead her into another complex set of steps. With a simple twist of his wrist the wizard was able to make his partner execute the most stunning of turns. His mind focused on the freestyle dancing they were doing, Santiago carefully began choreographing their exhibition for the Culture Festival. So involved was he in the dance that he almost overlooked the two wizards who had entered the room.

Harry and Draco walked into the auditorium and watched as Santiago bent Athyr over his arm. Her leg curled around his waist and she rocked her pelvis into him. Just as quickly he snapped her forward, bringing her forehead to his. It was the most intimate of movements because their eye contact did not falter. Never taking his eyes from hers he spun her away and with at shift in movement positioned the witch so that her back lined up with his front, her eyes blissfully closed and the look of rapture on her face did not go unnoticed by the two wizards present.

Harry and Draco watched in silence. The air smelled faintly of sweat and something sweeter; both knew immediately that it was Athyr's own scent. From the point of her shoes to snug chignon at her nape they studied her; the black shoes, the legs that seemed to go on forever, the skirt that flirted with glimpses of the leg on one side and bared all on the other and the top that showed more skin than it covered. Then they reached her head and gone was the long braid that she normally wore, in its place a bun so tight that their fingers itched to tear the chopsticks away and watch the mass fall across her shoulders and to her waist. The tango is a sensuous dance and like many before them, they were seduced. With each movement of the hand, each turn of the hip, each caress of skin, the flames of desire banked higher. Now dark eyes were watching them. Though Santiago had finally acknowledged their presence he refused to let them ruin the dance. For him this was all he would have with Athyr, the dance and he wanted them to know it. Instead of freezing with the goddess in his arms as he knew they expected he brought his arms more firmly around her winding up her back and to her hair. With a flick of the wrist he pulled out the chopstick holding the curtain of her hair in place and spun the witch away from him.

She seemed to move in slow motion, her hair unfurling with each repetition she made until eventually the momentum carried it away from her body and out into the room. As the music died out and her spinning stopped Athyr turned to face the two men in her life.

"You're here," she says quietly.

"Yes we are," Draco said.

"And we need to talk," Harry said.

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Santiago loved the dance. Of the many Latin dances he had taught Athyr that day the Tango was his favorite. Though the two wizards had entered and thus ended their session he knew there would be others. While Athyr's heart may belong to them, he knew that she would dance for him and he could coax her body to twist and turn more sensuously than any act of lovemaking. He consoled himself with that as he gathered his things and left the three alone. He knew that in their presence she would forget he was even there, but he understood, because such was the way of love. He only hoped that the two wizards, light and dark, understood the precious commodity they had.

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Athyr watched Harry and Draco watch her. It was an interesting sight, one woman contemplating two men, both of whom she wanted to give her heart to, but so haunted by what had been that she doubted that they could ever have a future.

"Why?" both wizards ask in unison.

Athyr knew what they were asking and for a second she considered not answering them at all and simply walking away. Would it be so easy? Could you really just turn your back on them? Her conscience questioned. With a huff and a mirthless smile she tried to answer.

"I wasn't ready. I still don't think I am," she answered truthfully.

"What do you mean you're not ready. You've been avoiding us for almost two weeks Athyr--!" Harry started.

"Don't you get it? This isn't easy for me either. I don't know if I can do this again. I know I don't want the past to happen in this present. I don't want to love you, but I can't help it." As soon as the words had passed her lips she wanted to take them back.

"When are you going to swallow the fact that this isn't easy for us either," Draco said quietly. Athyr had long since given up on trying to get her legs to hold her and sat on the floor, her back against the mirror. "Its very difficult trying to come to grips with the fact that you love someone else, its even worse when you realize you still have feelings for the person you're with. How do you balance that? What can you say?" His voice was calm, too calm for the words he was saying. Draco struggled not to pull the young goddess up by her arms and shake her.

"Athyr you've got to understand—you just appeared and without so much as a moment we knew that there was something about you that called to us. It wasn't long before we understand and accepted it for what it was," Harry and Draco now sat on the floor in front of her, trying to reason this out. "Why can't you?"

"Because I don't want you to die." To her the answer was so simple. She wanted them to live. They had found each other and would have been content had she not appeared and shaken them. Surely they could move on without her. Seeing that only the truth would suffice she continued to speak.

"For the past week I have been dreaming of you, of your kisses, your caresses, the love you bestow upon me and yet," tears began to shine in her eyes, "the ending is still the same. Re still comes for me, and he still takes you away—I can't allow that to happen. I won't allow that to happen," her voice and eyes hardened with resolve. "I have watched you die over and over again, if it is in my power to stop it from happening again I will do it. I would deny myself in order to keep you safe."

"Why can't this time be different, why can't we find a way to keep Re from taking you back?" Draco questioned, he had locked hands with Harry and could tell from his grip that the Gryffindor felt the same desperation to make Athyr understand.

"If I don't give him any reason to kill you than he will only try to hurt me."

"How dare you," Harry's voice cut in angrily. "How dare you take that away from us. We determine our fate, not you. Who are you to tell us that you won't return our love because of what may happen; that death is the only result of it! I refuse to believe it. I can't believe you do. You are a goddess. She who can call down the heavens itself and yet," he laughed bitterly, "and yet you fear giving your heart away because Re will kill us for it." Harry had let go of Draco's hand and now walked towards Athyr, tension making his gait stilted.

"You're going to have to come up with a better excuse Athyr, because we're not buying it. You love us and yet you can't. When are you going to deal with the fact that you can't choose who you love. We have loved you for more than one lifetime. Do you really think something that powerful can be undone by one vengeful god. So what, if he's killed us in previous lifetimes, in this one we are different, you are different. This may be the one time we have to change our future, but because you're too scared," she flinched as he barked at her, "to try and would be willing to give us up, you would rather martyr yourself than take a chance. Never for once thinking that you could possibly be happy. What about all of those things you told us when you first met us about how you wanted to enjoy life before you had to fight Re and all of the bullshit that goes along with it—what about that, huh!!!

"Do you just plan to throw all of it away. Because if so you can stop being friends with everyone you've met. I learned a long time ago that the only power someone has over you is what you give them. If you give Re the power to hurt you through us then he has already won, because he has kept you from the happiness you could already be having. I don't want to love someone who isn't even worthy of my love. Come on Draco," he pulled the awestruck blond up from the floor as he stood angrily. "I've had enough of having my heart thrown back in my face. Remember what I said Athyr, no one has power over you unless you give it to them, and for the past two lifetimes you've given Re the keys to your destruction. You refuse to give your heart freely and that is what kills us as easier than Re ever could."

The words echoed in the room as the door closed, leaving the goddess on the floor, contemplating her past, her present and possibly her future.

"Harry let go," the blond wizard pulled at the Gryffindor. But his words went unheeded, and Draco was dragged through the halls of the sl unl until they were both standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin dorms.

Furious with the turn of events Draco vented his ire on his boyfriend when they were ensconced in his room with a heavy silencing charm in place.

"Have you lost your mind!!! What were you thinking?! She'll walk away from us now--" Draco ranted.

"No she won't." Harry interrupted quietly.

"--she'll wipe us from her mind!! We--what do you mean she won't?"

"She won't walk away. She can't, she loves us too much. Athyr may be fighting with herself, but she already knows its not working. Everything I said tonight is true. I am angry with her for not trusting us to protect ourselves, but I'm even angrier that she was pushed this far. Afraid to trust that we will survive anything that Re can throw at us. Now, she just needs to realize it too." That said he pulled the blond down onto the sofa in front of the fire.

"Now what do we do," Draco mumbled into Harry's shoulder.

"Now we wait." The fire danced off of his glasses as he watched it praying that Athyr made the right decision.

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Athyr hadn't moved from her position on the floor. She stared off into space, Harry's words drawing her deeper into herself. Making her question her actions of late. Was she truly afraid? Did she give Re power over her by not accepting? She searched her mind frantically returning to the painful memo of of her past lives. She wanted to cry out that Harry was wrong that not giving in was the only way to save them, but again his words haunted her "how dare you." Did she have that right? Was she acting beyond herself? Denying them of herself and denying herself of them? What about the things she had said before? Were they just lies?

"No," she murmured to herself, "no." But what could she do about it now. They were lost to her—or were they. Could she do this? Would she do this? Stake their lives on her acceptance of what they offered? Clenching her first tight Athyr vowed to try. "I will give them my all, my everything, and may the gods help us if Re takes them from me again," with quiet resolve she went to find the keepers of her heart.

She found them quite easily. At first she had imagined that she would have to search the school over for them, but after checking Gryffindor and discovering that they weren't there and barely escaping Hermione's wrath ("I would hex you if I didn't think Harry would be upset about it!!"), she had finally made her way down to the Slytherin dorms knowing that the next likely place would be Draco's room. Standing in front of the portrait to the dorms she didn't even have to bother waiting for a student to come by and let her in. Instead, much like the statue for Dumbledore's office, the portrait simply opened of its own accord and allowed her access to the common room. Not many students had returned from Hogsmeade and since the school had adjusted the rule letting first and second years participate as well, the room was empty.

Crossing to the portrait that led to Draco's room Athyr decided not to knock and instead reached out with her magic and prompted the painting to open for her. The painting swung open and she cracked the door, peeking her head around the corner.

Here eyes went immediately to the bed, but when she found it empty she scanned the room looking for any sign of the wizards. On the left side of the couch she saw a tuft of black and blond hair laying over the edge and knew that she would find the two wizards curled together on the couch. Being careful to make as little noise as possible she walked over and peered over the edge. The sight that greeted her warmed her heart immensely.

Harry and Draco were indeed curled around each other. It seemed as if they had started out side by side, but in his sleep Draco had somehow shifted so that he now lay across Harry's front with his head buried in the crook of Harry's shoulder which disarrayed his hair to the point where the silver blond strands mixed in with the black. Had she still been wavering on the edge of her love for them, seeing them had knocked her completely into it.

"With all my heart," she murmured more to herself than them.

"So you finally came to your senses?" a sleepy-voice asked. Draco, eyes slit open turned his head to face Athyr.

"Yes, I do believe I have," she answered easily. The weight that she had been carrying over the summer and into the fall seemed to be gone, she felt lighter, felt capable of doing anything. So she did something she had wanted to do all night, she leaned down and kissed Draco thoroughly, letting her lips and tongue express things that words could not. Draco leaned up into the kiss as much as possible from his position and eventually Athyr went down on her knees so that she was on eye level with the wizard.

"Budge over," she said to the Slytherin. Draco looked behind him and saw that there was little space to be had on the couch. Taking his wand out he muttered an expanding charm on the couch and fell gracefully to the side of Harry when it expanded so that Athyr could join them.

As Draco did this, Athyr sat down and removed her shoes, and stockings. She knew that Draco watched as she rolled first one and then the other stocking down her legs. Sitting them next to her shoes she contemplated taking off the skirt and decided against it. If in fact they did make love tonight, she would let them undress her—maybe. She slid in next to Harry and found that her body fit in the curve of his back perfectly. Placing her hand over his heart she nestled into his back and listened to the beat as it pounded out an even rhythm. Draco leaned over from the front of Harry, his eyes held questions that he wanted to voice, but the finger Athyr placed against his lips halted them. "We'll talk more later tonight, right now we need sleep." And closing her eyes she found it surprisingly easy to drift off.

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Athyr awoke to the silent beating of Harry’s heart. Draco's room had no windows so it was difficult to tell how much time had passed. Sitting up slowly as to not wake either of the sleeping wizards she took in the site below her. Tan and pale skin lay against one another, where Draco’s head had nuzzled into the uncovered hollow beneath Harry’s chin. Her loose hair seemed to cover both boys and she pulled it out of the way so that she could study them more. Both wizards wore muggle clothing and Harry’s t-shirt contrasted slightly with Draco’s Oxford. She smiled warmly. Two very different wizards, but both with a love for her that she had finally allowed herself to give into. And there were other feelings beckoning her as well.

Desire, slow and warm began to unfurl in her belly. Twisting around she located her wand and transfigured the couch into a bed sizable enough to fit the three of them comfortably. With the expansion of the space the wizards shifted further apart and onto their backs. Taking advantage of this Athyr climbed in between the two wizards, kneeling on the bed she leaned down nipped at first Harry’s lips and then Draco’s. Initially, her kisses were met with no response, but she continued, moving from mouth to mouth and adding subtle caresses. She dragged her nails over the chest of one and nuzzled the neck of the other until eventually the shifting gave way to groans.

She smiled cattily to herself and continued her slow exploration of their bodies. Straddling the Gryffindor fully she pushed Harry’s shirt gently up until his stomach was bared and a light dusting of dark hair was revealed. She was tempted to follow the trail down into his jeans, but decided to save that for later. Leaning forward she let her nose, lips and eventually hair wander up the skin she exposed, her tongue darted out to taste the warm skin and when a brown nipple peeked at her from the gathered shirt she felt obligated to reveal it. The change in temperature drew it into a nub, which Athyr nipped at with her teeth and then soothed with a swipe of her tongue, enjoying the flavor she opened her mouth wider to suckle. Harry's scent surrounded her and she continued worshipping him. Her hands sought and found warming flesh and then were grabbed and she was pulled up and away from her prize.

With a small moan of disappointment she looked up into green eyes almost gone black with lust and eyes of stormy gray. Draco held her hands. He sat to the left of Athyr and held her hands away from Harry, "And just what are you getting into Athyr?" he asked huskily.
She looked at Draco and arched a brow as if he had gone daft, "Your pants if I'm lucky," she replied.

"She got it in one Dray," Harry said from beneath her. Pivoting his hips upward he ground himself into her earning a gasp. "But," she said looking up at Athyr seriously, "I want to hear you say it, first."

Knowing immediately what Harry meant, she looked him in the eye and taking a breath said the words aloud to him he had been waiting for, "I love you." She then turned to Draco, whose grip on her wrists had gone slack with her declaration, "and I love you."

Harry drew her attention back to him. "Athyr," he seemed to be mulling over his word carefully as he spoke, "if we do this, there will be no turning back, no more running way. We will be in this together." Bright green eyes burned into amber. "So be sure, be very sure you want this."

For several moments neither witch nor wizard said a word. Finally, it seemed to click into place for Athyr, the wanted her all, everything, the threat of death meant nothing to them if they had her love and she realized it meant the same to her. She would give them anything for their heart. The next words she spoke came from the heart and had never, even in her past two lifetimes, been spoken, "I shall give you my everything, all of me, heart of mine, flesh of my body and may the goddess help any who would attempt to separate us; as I have spoken so shall it be." The air in the room seemed more silent, like the center of a tornado, and then the magic seemed to surge around them all at once, yet there was no flash of light, no stirring of the air to prove it.

Athyr stood and drew the two wizards from the transfigured sofa. "Come, be with me, share yourselves with me." And leading them to Draco's bed she anticipated fulfilling their every desire and hers.

Drawing them over to the bed she attempted to push both wizards onto the bed and then crawl in behind them, but after months of teasing, casual touches and not so casual touches, Harry and Draco wanted to participate in Athyr's unveiling. Athyr was turned so that her back rubbed against Harry's front and two sets of lips attached themselves to her. Draco going for her lips and Harry parted the curtain of her hair and latched onto the eye at the nape of her neck. She found it difficult to concentrate with the two sensations and settled for moaning her approval. "This feels familiar," she managed to gasp out and was nipped by Harry for her cheekiness.

Draco's kisses started light and became deeper and demanded more. Licking first one corner of her lips and then the other Draco then sealed his lips over Athyr's, she gasped into the kiss and his tongue plunged in to twine with hers. Eating chocolate and cookies seems to have made her taste sweeter, Draco thought fleetingly before plunging back in. His hands skirted over Harry's at her waist and he pulled them both closer and let loose a moan of his own when Athyr's arms wrapped around his neck and her fingers burrowed into his hair, caressing his scalp. Letting go of her lips he stared down at her; eyes nearly shut and cheeks flushed with arousal, her lips were bruised and the tip of her tongue caressed them as if holding on to the lingering taste of him. Sinking slowly to his knees he let his lips blaze a trail across the skin of her front. Clawing at the knot that held the front of her shirt closed he nearly tore it in his haste to free her to his gaze.

In back Harry made short work of pulling Athyr's hair to the side and pushing it over her shoulder to allow him better access. He swore the eye there winked at him as if daring him to taste her delight. As the shirt loosened in the front Harry pulled the material over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. All that stood between him and the expanse of her back was the scrap of cloth that held her. He waited a few beats for that to loosen as well and when it didn't he let out a small moan of frustration and looked over Athyr's shoulder.

Draco stared. He had seen Athyr with fewer clothes on than this, but this time the circumstances were different. Her skin, warm and nut-brown swelled over the cups of the bra and seemed close to spilling out. The small clasp in the front was guarded by a small rose and hazily he wondered how it was possible for such a small rose to hold in such a bounty. Vaguely, he heard a sound come from one of the two people in front of him and when he looked up at saw Harry's questioning gaze looking at him and he jumped slightly as Athyr whispered into his ear, "Are you going to stare or are you going to act?" Her words were followed by a nip at his lobe that made his cock jump in his trousers. He reached up and with a flick of his wrist the clasp opened and the cups parted. He stared as hert brt breast and at the gold ring that had tormented his fantasies of her. The nipple itself had drawn up and the ring lay pressed against the aureole winking at him. Draco gave in to the temptation and latched his lips around the distended flesh.

Athyr cried out, the suction of Draco's lips seemed to be directly connected with the nub of flesh between her legs. She felt her knees shaking as was sure they would give out on her at any moment. Draco's tongue curled around both the nipple and ring and he threaded his tongue through the small opening of the ring and gave an experimental tug and delighted as Athyr clutched him closer to her breast. He bit down gently and then held on tightly to her hips as her knees buckled.

Harry felt the slight give in front as Athyr succumbed to Draco's ministrations. He too, tightened his hold and held her aloft, the muscles in his arm bunching as he tried to hold her and feast on the flesh in front of him. Tearing his mouth away he looked down at the tow-headed Slytherin who had his head buried in between Athyr's breasts. He could barely make out the gold ring that kept disappearing into his mouth. His pink tongue could be seen darting around the nipple and pulling on the ring there drawing further gasps from the witch coming apart in his arms. Harry's hard length pulsed in response. Deciding that moving to the bed would better suit their purposes he shifted Athyr back and watched in wonderment as the nipple made a slight popping sound as it was released from Draco's mouth. The blond, startled at having been shifted glared up into the green eyes staring down at him.

"I think we should move to the bed," Harry said and began backing up until his knees brushed against the mattress. Setting Athyr down on shaky legs he moved to stand next to Draco, who had recovered enough to remove his shirt and unbutton the top of his trousers. Giving Athyr a small push they watched as the goddess fall back onto the bed.

She lay sprawled against the dark green comforter. Her legs dangled off the side, hair splayed behind her and breasts offered up, nipples jutting out and plump from Draco's suckling. Pulling his shirt over his head Harry let if fall to the floor. He followed that with his trousers and shorts, taking care to not brush the elastic waistband against the straining head. Draco tried to watch both the bronzed seeker next to him and the burnished goddess below him. When Harry finally finished undressing he crawled onto the bed and pulling Athyr with him leaned against the headboard with her body
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