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The Kit and the Incubus	By : TibbytheWitchy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 97074 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 24
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way, shape, or form, and as such do not profit at all from these writings, all rights go to J. K. Rowling.

Chapter List
- 1-The Kit and the Incubus
- 2-1
- 3-2
- 4-3
- 5-4
- 6-5
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-13
- 15-14
- 16-15
- 17-16
- 18-17
- 13
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13

Fred and George were frozen, something within them jumping with joy, reaching towards the furious blond before them as he crouched before them. One of his hands, the fingernails long and fused with what seemed to be bone that had broken through the tips of his fingers in deadly points, raised to Fred’s face and gently brushed away the lumps of hair. Fred started to cry, big crystalline tears that left clean streaks down his otherwise dirty face, as he moved so that he was enclosed in the blonds arms, burrowing into his Quiddich muscled chest.

“Mate,” George whispered, moving so that he was in Draco’s arms as well. Draco just about purred, cuddling them close even as Scorpius paced in his mind.

‘Someone’s hurt them,’

‘I know,’ Draco said back, trying his level best to keep his fury from showing, sensing how his little - for all that they were older, being the submissives left them smaller than Draco’s growing body, and their abuse hadn’t helped any - mates would react to that, having seen it often enough by Harry. For once, he was, while not thankful, but almost glad, that he had experience with abused little mates, ‘We’ll get them in good time-’

‘NOW!’

‘No, now they need us,’ Draco bit back his beast, knowing how crucial these next few days would be in his bond between his mates and him. He heard footsteps coming up towards the tent and he couldn’t suppress his growl, feeling horrible when George and Fred flailed back, trying to get away from him.

“I’m not mad at you,” Draco cooed, gathering them up again, “But we need to get out of here. Now,”

The twins glanced with horror at each other, making sure to keep their gaze away from Draco as they whimpered, “No!”

“He’ll hurt you-”

“If you take us!”

Draco just grinned, Scorpius an ever living presence in the back of his mind, “Ohhh, I’d love to see him try,”

“Are you sure Draco’s alright?” Harry asked Tom for the billionth time after his friend had left. The kitsune was currently snuggled up in Tom’s lap, sneaking tiny pecks of kisses every now and then when he was sure no one else was looking. Tom just chuckled.

“I’m sure, little kit,” Tom murmured, letting his hands pet Harry languidly as the game continued to unfold before them. Finally it was over – with Krum catching the snitch while Ireland won the overall game, much to Blaise and Harry’s happiness.

“Draco’s gonna shit kittens!”

“I can’t believe he ran off and missed all of that!”

So on and so forth the bantering continued as they left the arena towards their tent, the excitements of the day finally catching up to them and as they approached their tent they were sluggish and it took a moment for them to realize what was going on. A crowd had formed right in front of their tent, too thick for them to see what was going on, but that didn’t stop them from hearing it.

“They are my sons!”

“And my mates, whom you’ve abused, you filthy blood-traitor, I can – and will – enact my rights to avenge them,” A voice all too familiar to Blaise and Harry snarled, the sound little more than a growl, deep and animalistic.

Blaise and Harry were shoved behind Tom as Lucius and Severus damn near fought their way through the crowd to come upon the scene.

Draco was crouched, nails like claws and his beast barely restrained. Behind him, terrified and wrapped in his discarded shirt, were two red headed boys. Harry and Blaise just looked from each other and then back to scene.

“What is going on here?” Lucius demanded, stepping between Arthur and Draco while Severus and Tom hurried all the boys inside.

“Those two are my sons, Fred and George,” Arthur smirked, “You’re son has no claim to them, now I will collect them and-”

“He’s claimed them as his mates, that puts him far above you on who has a say in their life,” Lucius snarled, discreetly pulling his wand out of his decorative cane, “I suggest you leave now, before I allow him to make good on his promises here and now, Merlin knows ridding the world of you should garner him some reward,”

“If you think for a moment I’ll let you take my little to- my sons,” Arthur caught himself quickly and Lucius’ eyes narrowed even farther.

“I suggest you leave my presence now, or the Wizengamont will be pulling your memories of what you’ve done to my son’s mates from a dead and empty shell,” Lucius’ voice was calm and so cold that Harry shivered, pressing tighter to Tom’s back, but damn well aware that Lucius could handle himself. Arthur visably shook as he stepped back, calling out over his shoulder.

“I’ll get them back!”

Once he was gone Draco hurried inside to his terrified mates, shushing them and wrapping them up in his arms, “He’ll never get near you again, I promise,”

The twins just pushed closer to him, looking with horror at the others in the room. Aside from their parents and siblings, they’d never been around people. Harry recognized the look in their eyes, the way they clung to their mate, the only safe place in their world, and he stepped forward slowly.

“Hi, I’m Harry,” He knelt next to them and Draco, “It’s cool that you’re here now, I think Draco was getting really lonely being the only one of us who hadn’t found his mate… or well mates, yet,”

“Hi,” Fred whispered back, snuggled into Draco’s neck and just barely peeking up at Harry.

“Perhaps we should head back to the Manor,” Severus murmured, pulling an emergency port-key from his robes and once making sure everyone had a good grip on it released the catch, sending them straight to the Manor.

Draco gently herded his mates from the parlor to his room, calling a house elf to ready a bath and set a fire in the fireplace as he rummaged through his drawers for something that would fit his mates. He had no such luck though, and simply pulled out a few of his softest button ups.

Fred and George were sitting right where he left them on the bed, and he smiled as he walked over to them, “Come on, I’m sure you guys could use a nice long soak,”

“Soak?” Fred asked shyly as he allowed Draco to pull him to his feet, “In a real tub? You don’t have to, you know, if we’re too dirty you can just rinse us off with a spell or sprayer,”

Draco bit back the growl that threatened to rumble in his chest as he calmly breathed, leading his mates to the lavish bathroom with it’s deep and wide sunken tub that was steaming wonderfully and smelling of Lavender. Large soapy bubbles in a soft and pale purple swirled on the surface and Fred smiled, “A-are you sure?”

“Of course, you’re my mates,” Draco said as he took his shirt off of where they had it wrapped around the two of them self consciously, he took in their emaciated forms and gently brushed his fingers against the dark bruises that decorated their pale skin, the faded but raised lines where someone had dared to take a whip to his mates.

‘They will pay dearly for this,’ Scorpius and Draco promised even as they got their mates into the tub, the low moans of pleasure that erupted from their mouths tightening Draco’s pants. Draco Malfoy-Snape, now is not the time! He berated himself as he turned away to leave only to be called back by a frantic yell.

“Draco!?” He turned around and met the eyes of his mates, “W-where are you going?”

Draco stopped, “Do you want me to stay?”

“Yes!” George yelled and then shrank back, “I’m sorry – please don’t… please don’t hurt us, I spoke out of turn, I’m sorry-”

Draco hurried to the Tub and got rid of his clothes before quickly sliding into the slick and sweet water to gather up his shaking mate, “It’s alright, I will never hurt you, I promise,” He kissed the bright coppery silk on the top of Georges head, drawing Fred into their embrace, “Nothing, absolutely nothing, could ever make me bring you any harm, my mates,”

He soaped them up, making sure his touches were light and didn’t linger anywhere, even though they made the most delicious little noises when he massaged the soap into their body and hair, rinsing them off he made a mental note to explore that later, when his mates were healed. He summoned an elf with some fluffy and plush towels and quickly dried his mates off much to their embarrassment and blushing. After that he wrapped them in his shirts, buttoning them up, not that it did much good. His mates were tiny to his rapidly growing frame, he was already 6 foot and thanks to years of Quiddich he was quickly getting out of that too-long-and-gangly stage. His mates, on the other hand, barely reached 5’ 5’’, if that, and far far too skinny. Needless to say, his shirts were just a tad too big.

The twins looked between each other as Draco set about to drying himself and then they dropped to their knee’s, the sight of his hard cock – nothing he was thinking about, even that oaf Hagrid fucking a dog, was getting rid of it in the prescence of his mate – at least letting them know what they needed to do, before he could realize what was happening Fred had the weeping head in his mouth, sucking hard and strong, tongue swirling expertly.

“Ah! Wait!” Draco groaned, his knee’s nearly buckling from the pleasure as George fondled his balls, stroking the length of his cock that Fred had yet to get to, pumping, “Nooo… You guys… stop!” He pushed Fred off of his cock with an obscene and erotic ‘Pop!’ Fred just looked up and him, George joining him, with confusion in his eyes and his lips bruised, swollen and wet, from sucking Draco’s cock.

George started to cry, clinging to Fred, “D-do you not want us then?”

Draco knelt down next to them, lifting their faces up, “Of course I want you, but you’ve been… used and abused by that monster, you don’t have to do any of that here, this is supposed to be a safe place for you,”

Fred gave a cry and leaped into Draco’s arms, burying his face in Draco’s chest, “B-but if we don’t please you… you’ll get bored and we’ll have to go away a-a-and I don’t want to leave,”

“No… No, never. You will never be forced, by me or anyone else, to leave my side, and I will never. Never, get tired of you, my beautiful little mates,”

George shuffled into Draco’s embrace as well and carefully he lifted them up and walked them to the bed, laying them down gently and covering them with the blankets. He turned to leave and heard a little sniffle, he turned back with a sad smile and kissed them both, very, very chastely, on the mouth, murmuring, “I’ll be back before you guys know it; I just have to talk with my fathers for a bit. Stay here, alright?”

They both nodded, pulling the comforter up to their chins and snuggling closer to each other, Draco smiled as he left the room, turning off the lights as he left, leaving them illuminated in the rich yellow tones coming from the roaring fireplace.
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