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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Oh, that feels so good," Draco said as Harry scrubbed his scalp with his citrus-scented shampoo.

"Draco?" Harry asked, a bit apprehensive.

"Yes?"

"Why can't I see your Dark Mark? I thought you had one."

Harry felt Draco tense under his hands. He bowed his head and held out his left forearm. "It faded quite a bit after you defeated the Dark Lord, so I hide it under a glamour."

"You don't need to hide it from me, you know?" Harry said.

"I need to rinse my hair," said Draco, effectively cutting short the conversation.

He pulled out of Harry's embrace on the bench on one side of the large tub and submerged his body, pulling at his hair and shaking his head beneath the rolling water.

Harry knew that he must have touched a nerve with Draco, but if their relationship was going to work, they'd have to work out their differences or at least come to terms with them. Draco, he had assessed, was an avoider.

When Draco resurfaced, Harry was gazing at him thoughtfully. "Well, why don't you want me to see your Mark? It's a war wound, Draco. I'll be honest with you, I hide a scar with a glamour too."

"You do?" Draco asked, curious. "Where is it?"

"It's over my heart. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"I--I'm embarrassed, Harry. I hate the Mark."

"I won't judge you, Draco. I love you anyway just knowing you have it, but I want to see. I want you to see mine. It's ugly too."

Draco sighed and reached for his wand which lay on the edge of the bathtub. He removed the glamour. There in a trail of white lines, was the Dark Mark. It was so faint, Draco hardly needed a glamour to hide it. If his skin were darker, it might have shown up a bit more though.

Harry held his arm and raised it to his lips, kissing the Mark.

"Harry, don't do that," Draco protested.

"Shh. I'm kissing it all better, you're still beautiful to me."

Draco shifted his eyes down disdainfully looking at the Mark. "I hate it. I'm so ashamed to wear it. I wish it would just go away."

"I know, love. I know," Harry said sighing. He dropped Draco's arm and took his wand out of his other hand and pointed it at his chest. His glamour fell away and there, right above his heart was a nasty red and black burn mark of what appeared to be an oval with a decorative 'S' in the centre.

Draco hissed with an intake of breath. "Harry, where did that come from?"

"The war, I told you," Harry said simply. "It was a sort of parting gift from a piece of Voldemort's soul. Do you still think I'm beautiful?" he asked, unsure.

Draco looked up from the ugly burn to meet Harry's eyes. "Always."

Then Harry pulled Draco onto his lap and began to kiss him heavily. His erection was poking Draco in the thigh. "I want you again, here in this tub."

"Harry, honestly. How many times do you think I can do it? Where do you get your stamina?"

"You intoxicate me," Harry answered, moving down to kiss the crook of Draco's neck. "I can't get enough of you."

"H--how much time do we have left?" Draco asked with a gasp as Harry began sucking at his neck.

Harry pulled back just so his lips were still touching the red mark he was working on. "I don't care, at least a couple of hours."

Draco touched the scar on Harry's chest. "Did it hurt? It looks like it hurt."

"Yeah, it burned me," Harry said, still kissing at Draco's neck. "But it's over now and it's a wound I don't show just anybody, only those that I trust. I never even showed Ginny and I was married to her for nineteen years. Only Ron and Hermione have seen it--and you."

Harry began shifting his knees with Draco sitting on them sideways. He reached over for the lavender oil tap and coated his fingers with it, then put his hand down beneath the water and began to tease Draco's entrance.

"Harry," Draco started to protest. "Ngh, that feels good," he said, as Harry slipped his middle finger inside and began to gently fuck him with it.

"Want more?" Harry whispered into Draco's ear, teasing at his entrance with another finger as he continued to slip the first one in and out.

"Yes," Draco squeaked, lifting his bottom to give Harry better access.

Harry slipped a second finger inside and began to scissor them, opening Draco up.

Draco held onto Harry with his arm around Harry's shoulder. He shuddered. "Harry, I want your cock."

"You can have it," Harry said, nibbling at the shell of Draco's ear. "Turn around so you're facing away from me," Harry said, pulling his fingers free and putting his hands on Draco's waist. He helped Draco into position.

Draco rose up, feet spread apart in a sort of squat, and reached down, gently guiding the head of Harry's cock inside. He shuddered again as he was slowly penetrated. He rose up and down, taking more of Harry inside him with each rise and fall until he was finally seated.

Harry reached around and stroked Draco's half-mast cock into full hardness. "My God, you feel so good around me," he said, lifting Draco by the waist and thrusting up into him, bringing him down simultaneously.

Harry felt the urge to throw Draco over the side of the tub and to fuck him rotten, but he held it in check, instead thrusting up harder and faster, wanting so much to own Draco; to fill him entirely.

Draco began breathing heavily as Harry continued to stroke him. "Harry, I'm not going to last. It feels too good, almost too much."

Harry growled and bit down on Draco's shoulder as he came deep inside, he heard Draco's shout as he came at the same time and felt the creaminess of come coat his hand until the water carried it off.

Draco slipped off and Harry held him for his knees were shaking. "What's got into you, Harry? I felt like I was being fucked by a sex demon for a moment there."

Harry felt suddenly ashamed. He didn't know why he couldn't get enough of Draco, only that sex was the only thing on his mind and he felt his erection returning.

"I'm sorry," he said meekly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, don't apologise," Draco insisted. "I'm just wondering. We've spent more time shagging than anything else lately and we still need to go down to the bookshop and look for presents. Merlin, but I am exhausted."

Harry helped Draco out of the bathtub and into a dressing gown. He followed him naked back to the bedroom where Draco collapsed on the bed.

"Eww, I think I just laid down in a wet spot." He stood up. "Nimbly."

The house-elf appeared with a loud crack and Harry struggled to cover his bits with his discarded t-shirt he found on the floor.

"Change these bed linens at once, these ones need to be cleaned."

"Nimbly will do it, Sir. Happily Nimbly serves Master." The elf disappeared with the bed clothes with another loud crack.

"Come on, Harry. Let's get dressed and go downstairs. I still have to buy for Pansy and Blaise and I'm sure you haven't done any shopping for your Weasley friends, have you?"

"No, you're right. I just don't know what to get them."

"Books are always perfect," Draco insisted. "They come in every subject."

"Do you think there'll be one on male pregnancy and Veela?"

Draco gave Harry an 'are-you-stupid' face. "Of course we should be able to find something. I deal in rare books after all. Hurry up and get dressed."

***

They wandered the rows and rows of books in Draco's small shop below the flat; Draco seemed quite proud of his trade and kept pointing out to Harry where he'd found this or that rare book.

"Draco, how do you find what you're looking for in here? There doesn't seem to be any system in place that I can see."

Draco laughed. "It's an Accio system. You ask for a book on a topic and the related books fly into a pile on one of these perusal tables. Let me show you."

"Accio male pregnancy," Draco called out clearly.

To Harry's surprise only two books flew to the table where Draco sat waiting and Harry hovered behind. One was titled Inter-species Mating and the other, Male pregnancy and you.

"Well, one of these books has to have the information we need in it."

"Um-huh," Draco said distractedly.

"I'm going to look for a book on fine wines for Blaise and Pansy, they have terrible taste. What are Granger and Weasley interested in?"

"Hmm?" Harry asked, opening the book on inter-species mating.

"Oh, never mind. I'll figure it out for myself."

"Hermione is expecting another child," Harry cut in. "She might be interested in something on the subject."

"Potter, she's raised two children already, that's daft. We'll find her something really interesting, like the history of house elves or something."

Harry looked up and smiled. "That would be perfect. Ron likes Quidditch and works as an Auror, so something on either subject would suit him."

Draco huffed. "Fine, as long as I'm doing all of the shopping, you do the research, little Mummy."

"Shut it, you," Harry said with a smile and turned over the next page to find the table of contents. The first half of the book was dedicated to Wizarding humans and Creatures of Near Human Intelligence. He rolled his eyes at that, but it was one of his best leads, so he thumbed through it. Giants and Humans and the picture of them copulating made Harry's stomach turn. He'd always wondered how Hagrid and Madame Maxime were created, but never wanted to actually see it.

He turned the page. Centaurs and Humans; now that was just wrong, he thought and skipped to the next section, Goblins and Humans; well that would explain Professor Flitwick but it was still gross, he thought. Next section Veela and Human; much more like it.

Harry read about Dark versus Light Veela intercourse. According to the book a Dark Veela is one in its state of anger and is most potent, usually homosexual and produces [with humans,] children with dark hair and volatile personalities. The female Veela in such a state will produce a similar child, though the child will have feminine characteristics and be drawn to many by a particular pheromone. The Veela are said to mate for life and once a mate dies, will perish shortly afterwards.

When Veela in their alluring state mate with humans, the children will be fair of hair and have a strong draw toward men that men often cannot explain once they are out of the Veela's embrace. Harry surmised that it must have been a Light Veela woman that was an ancestor of Draco, for he found Draco irresistible when his charm was turned on and had loathed him when he acted like a prick, but Harry knew that all through school he had been obsessed with Draco. He wondered if the Power of Three bond made them mates, but shook his head, wishing Hermione was there to help him puzzle it out.

"Find what we're looking for?" Draco interrupted.

"Huh?" Harry said looking up dazedly to find Draco's grey eyes trained on him. He could get lost in those eyes. Just reading about Veela allure made Draco's scent that much more tantalising and he wanted to take him again, right there in the bookshop. It took every ounce of his self control to keep the urge from overtaking him.

"Yeah, I think so. Let's take these two books back to Grimmauld with us. Did you find books for our friends?"

"You mean, your friends and mine, Potter," Draco said smirking. "I doubt the Golden Boy would get on with a gang of Slytherin graduates."

"You never know, Draco. The Sorting Hat did want to place me in Slytherin after all, but because of you, I asked it to put me anywhere else and ended up in Gryffindor."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Only you would be able to talk the Sorting Hat out of its choice."

Harry tried hard to ignore the tightness of his pants as he got to his feet, ready to leave.

Draco set the four books he was holding down on the table.

"Potter, you cannot seriously be horny again."

Harry looked at Draco who was staring at his crotch and finally gave up ignoring the problem and readjusted himself.

"Just thinking of you and reading about the mating habits of Veela. It'll go away."

Draco smirked, "I'm not a Veela, you know. It was my Grandfather Abraxas' mother who was the Veela. I'm only one-eighth."

"You smell like a Veela to me," Harry said, then clapped his hand over his mouth.

Draco pulled out a chair and took a seat at the table. He gestured for Harry to do the same.

"What do you mean I smell like a Veela?" Draco asked.

"You smell irresistible to me," Harry answered. "I get hard just thinking about you. I've never had so much sex in my life, nor have I wanted to until I met up with you again."

"All right, I thought you were insulting me there for a moment. Let me see that book."

Harry passed it over to him and pulled the books Draco had selected over to himself. He looked at the first one, Use Quidditch Manoeuvres to Advance your Auror Career. Harry chuckled, it was the perfect gift for Ron. He pulled the next book off the stack and read its title: "A History of House-Elves" by Dobby. Harry sat up straighter and tapped Draco on the arm. "I didn't know Dobby had written a book."

Draco looked over to him. "Neither did I until I found it. I told you I deal in rare books. Now, let me read already."

"Fine," Harry said, closing the book and setting it aside with care. The next book was How to tell a Fine Wine from a Fish. Harry chuckled again and set the book aside. He knew Draco had a dry sense of humour, but had never thought about how he must interact with his friends. In school they had all acted more like lackeys.

The last book was a book with Wizarding Architecture blueprints and Draco had folded down one of the pages. Harry opened the book to this page and saw the blueprints for a house with six bedrooms, four bathrooms, two large living areas, a dining room, a spacious kitchen and designs for large picture windows, and he fell in love with it instantly.

Draco looked up, "Hey, don't look at that. It's your Christmas present."

Harry blinked a few times as the words set in. "You bought me a house?"

"I'm having a house built for us, but now you've ruined the surprise of what it looks like, happy are we?"

"Draco, I love you," Harry said. He stood up and walked over to Draco's chair, standing behind it and rubbed Draco's shoulders.

"Potter, stop being such a woman," Draco said with a grin. Harry could tell that Draco loved to hear that Harry loved him.

"Trust me, I'm anything but a woman."

"According to this book, you could be pregnant," Draco said smugly. "Can't get more womanish than that."

"Shut it, you," Harry answered, leaning down to kiss at the red patch on Draco's neck he had left from earlier. He knew he should heal it, but it was like a stake of claim and as long as Draco didn't notice it, he wasn't going to tell him.

"Draco, we should be getting back. I think Teddy and Victoire will be home and waiting for us. Teddy says he has something he needs to tell me and it didn't sound too good."

"Oh, all right. Let me just package these books and we'll be on our way. Harry, stop licking my neck."

Harry pouted. "But it tastes so good. I want to spend the rest of my life licking your neck."

Draco shrugged Harry off him and stood up, gathering the books together. "You'll get to, love. Spend the rest of your life with me, that is. So, how about resetting my wards on the flat upstairs and I'll just get these wrapped, hmm?

"If I must," Harry sighed. "I would like another go at you though."

"Sex demon," Draco muttered. "Before we go, I should run the pregnancy test charm over you again. I was reading in the book on male pregnancy that there can be a lot of dangers and if you're pregnant, I don't want you over-exerting yourself."

Harry shrugged. He wasn't pregnant, he could just feel it. It made him sad to see the blue light glow over his stomach every time Draco checked it, but at the same time, relieved him. He thought they really had rushed into the decision too rashly.

"Can we please wait until we get back to Grimmauld? You can tell me all about the dangers when we're there and we need to check Albus again anyway."

Draco scowled. "Yes, about that. I really don't think our sons should be seeing each other, Harry. It's too dangerous for one and it's not really, well--right either."

"Draco," Harry said with a sigh, "The more we try to pry them apart, the more we'll end up pushing them together."

"I have a plan though, and Scorpius will agree to it. He's my son, Harry. I don't want him to mess up his future this early, can't you understand that? You have to let me do what I feel is best for him."

"Fine," Harry agreed. "Just try not to be too harsh."

"Harsh is just what is called for," Draco said as he wrapped the last book up in brown paper, tied them all together and put them into a sack.

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