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The Fallen Lion	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22455 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. I do not gain any profit or benefits from writing fan fics of any kind. The only thing I own is any original characters you don’t recognize from Harry Potter.

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starr: Thank you, thank you. Clam before the storm, huh? Lol I know what you meant.
djaddict: Yea. I thought of a new snake, but I decided to throw a curveball instead. More trial coming? …Heck yea.
SlythindorMalfoy: Cute name. I’m glad you’re enjoying the story. I do try my best to produce good quality writing.
CDGaymer: Connor is such a cutie. Oh snap! I just realized what you meant about the CD’s Shop. It wasn’t even my intention for it to be connected to Casey and Draco. Ha Ha That’s funny. Kasper is pretty cool. I love dogs.
ChaosLady: Thanks for the review! J
nari-chan: Oh, this isn’t ending anytime soon. You’ll find out more about Casey along the way. I try to separate between what’s happening from here to there to help the progression of the story.
Jan: Hmm. You may be wrong. You may not be wrong. Kasper and Harry will definitely have some interesting adventures.
Kittykat575: Seems like the general consensus is Kasper is cool. Dogs just seem to have such presonalities.
Anon: I’m glad you like it.
HEY, READERS AND REVIEWERS! OOPS! Chapter was supposed to be posted last week. Work has been…well…not so good. But the good days are increasing. And for your patience, I am not giving you one…but TWO chapters.

Chapter Fourteen
Snippets in Time

Dear George,
Thank you for sending your letter. It’s been a long time. I appreciate your support and when the trial is over, I would like very much to sit down with you. Maybe we can have lunch and you can share some of the new things from the store. I hope all is going well with the store.
Sincerely,
Harry

Dear Harry,
The store is doing wonderful. I’m actually going to be expanding a second store to Hogsmeade. I would like it if we could talk about the expansion when we meet. You still are and forever will remain a partner in Weasley Wizard Wheezes. If you need any help with the case, tell Malfoy I’d only be too happy to help. You deserve justice, mate.
Live long and joke on!
George

Dear Hermione,
I would like to explain to you what happened or what it is I think happened. That night is still partially a blur to me, but please know that I would never do anything to endanger Daniela. I loved her like she was my own. And I still do. I loved the drawing she sent with Mal Draco. I hope she likes the stuffed dragon I’m shipping with this letter. It has some basic enchantments on it, including a shielding charm that will encase around her if any harmful spells come her way. I would like to see you, her and Ron now, but I think it should wait until after the trial. I hope you’ll still be willing to see me after that.
Sincerely,
Harry

Dear Harry,
I understand and I believe you. I can’t apologize enough for what’s happened. You’re my best friend and you saved my daughter. I was just so terrified of losing her. I still sometimes wake up from a nightmare and have to go into her room just to make sure she’s still here with us. She loves the dragon! You remembered her favorite color is purple. She carried it around the house all day and even fell asleep with it. We appreciate your thoughtfulness with the enchantments and thank you for them. We agree that it would be best for everyone that we meet after the trial. It’s already putting some strain on the family, but don’t you worry about that. This is Ginny’s mess. She should be the one worrying.
Love,
Hermione

To: Lucius Malfoy
From: Auror Department
Report: Arson Investigation on Number 12 Grimmauld Place; Case Number 2597-36, Potter v. Weasley
Investigating Aurors: Senior Auror Michael Christof and Senior Auror Elysia Christof-Morgan
The arson in question was the use of Fiendfyre on the inside of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Evidence in the downstairs kitchen indicated that a spell of fire origins started there. It burned rapidly throughout the house with no real pattern in sight.
The upstairs bedroom where the complainant’s goddaughter was located yielded startling results. The corporal vision of the Fiendfyre was permanently frozen in the image of a large cobra with its mouth open readying to strike. Further testing of spells indicate that the magical signature keeping the Fiendfyre frozen in place and time belongs to one Harry James Potter. The testing results of the magical signature on the Fiendfyre are inconclusive.
Documentation and photographs, both magical and muggle, have been included with this report. If there any questions or concerns, please contact the Aurors assigned to this case.

To: Ginerva Weasley
In light of recent events, you are herein suspended with pay from your Chaser position with the Holyhead Harpies.

“What the fucking Hell is this fucking shit?!”
The coach for the Holyhead Harpies ducked his head. He had been afraid of this. He had hoped the team owners would get here before Weasley got the owled notice. Signaling to the players to continue with practice, Coach Roger Davies turned to face the fiery tornado that was Ginny Weasley. He may have once been a Ravenclaw and captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team, but Ginny Weasley was a force to be reckoned with.
As she stormed up to him, Ginny clutched the notice tightly by her side. He swore her eyes glowed as she stomped to a stop in front of him.
“That,” he said, pointing. “would be a notice of suspension. The order comes straight down from the owners.”
“There’s nothing I can do,” Roger added.
“Cram it, Davies! Where are they?” Ginny snapped.
“We’re right here, Weasley.”
Ginny whirled around, her hair flying about her as she spun. Coach Davies quickly snatched up his broom and kicked off, escaping to the skies to a hopefully safe altitude. The owners were two very familiar faces; once rivals, but now business partners and good friends.
Marcus Flint no longer looked like an overgrown troll. He had grown into a tall handsome man and, after having some dental work done, a shining smile. Beside him walking with a cane and limping was Oliver Wood. The Gryffindor, although the same age as his former Slytherin rival, appeared far older. The limp was due to a bad injury sustained in the war; it prevented him from being able to play Quidditch.
Ginny glared at Flint. The wizard only smirked back at her. Oliver offered her a solemn look.
“There’s no reason for you to be snapping like that at Davies. He’s only following what we told him,” Oliver told her.
She turned her fiery gaze from Flint to him. She glared at the closeness of the two business partners. Oliver leaned on his good leg which leant him against Flint. Flint leaned back so Oliver could stay upright.
“Why the Hell am I suspended? I’ve done nothing, but take this team to the top of the league,” Ginny growled in a barely restrained shout.
“Considering you haven’t been informing us of recent events, you’re fortunate that we didn’t suspend you without pay,” Oliver explained.
Ginny shook with rage. Oliver proceeded to explain that the team’s lawyer had informed them of the court case. They had discussed it with the team lawyer. They decided it would be irresponsible of the owners to allow her to continue playing while she was going through court proceedings. The team travels and Ginny needed to be at home available to her lawyer and the prosecution.
“You’re just doing this because it’s Harry. You want to please your prized Seeker in hopes he’ll take the reserve Seeker position and you,” Ginny turned her gaze back to Flint, “are just trying to keep your partner happy.”
Flint snorted. “I’m not Wood’s type. He has his lover to keep him happy.”
The players had often speculated about the off-hours relationship between Flint and Wood for ages. But it was widely known that Flint was a ladies man and Oliver had a steady relationship with his lover of two and a half years. The two just seemed close whenever the team saw them, but it was only because they wanted to show a united front between the two.
“Regardless of your beliefs, Ginny…the decision stands. Had we wanted to, we could have just as easily had terminated your contract. And before you blow your temper again, keep in mind that your contract renewal comes due very soon.”
Ginny bit her tongue hard to keep from screaming. She had completely forgotten about the clauses in her contract which allowed Flint and/or Wood to fire her under certain circumstances. She had also forgotten that contract renewals were coming and she had been pissing off a lot of people lately. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. Both former Quidditch Team captains leaned back a little when she opened her eyes and presented them a fake grin with sparkling eyes.
“Thank you for informing me of the changes and for leaving me with pay during this trying time. I appreciate the swift decision you’ve made in the interest of the team and respect that decision. Good day.”
She turned on the spot and apparated back to wherever she had come from. Feeling his partner lean more heavily on him, Flint threw up an arm around his shoulders.
“Bat shit insane.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“Are you sure we can’t fire her now?”
“Positive.”
“She would have burned our pitch down if we had suspended her without pay.”
“Uh huh.”
Marcus chuckled before glancing up.
“The players are looking strong this year,” he commented.
Oliver turned his gaze skyward. “They are. Slimly’s looking good in the Seeker position.”
“Weasley brought up a good point. Why didn’t you ask Potter about the reserve position?” Marcus asked, lowering his head.
Oliver shook his head.
“I knew Harry long enough to know as much as he loves flying, Harry hates attention. He never expressed an interest in Quidditch after graduation,” Oliver replied.
Marcus made an hmm sound in the back of his throat. He still thought Potter would make a great addition in the team, but he trusted his partner to know what was best.
“Why don’t you go home, Oliver? You seem more out of it today,” Marcus commented.
Oliver winced.
“I didn’t take my potions this morning,” Oliver said.
Marcus snapped his head back to glare at him. He firmly pulled away, forcing his co-owner to catch himself with his cane.
“You get on home, old man. Let the “lady” of the house take care of you,” Marcus chuckled.
Oliver returned the chuckle as he turned around and started limping away. He called back over his shoulder to his partner.
“I’ll be sure to let my fiancé know you said that.”
Marcus’ eyebrows shot up and he whirled back around to see Oliver smiling at him over his shoulder. Marcus flew across the field to stand by Oliver.
“You asked? He said yes?” Marcus asked excitedly.
Oliver nodded. “I asked and he said yes.”
Marcus barked out a huge laugh and clapped Oliver roughly on the shoulder.
“Booooy, you got balls, man. You haven’t even met his parents!” Marcus pointed out.
Oliver shrugged. “They met me in passing before the war. But we’re going to visit them in a few days.”
Marcus wished him the best of luck with that.
He’s going to need it, Marcus said to himself.
A short apparation and a few pain-filled groans later, Oliver was laying down on the couch. Contrary to Flint’s belief, Oliver knew his lover wasn’t home right now. He had left early that morning to take some papers to his supervisor. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He twitched as a jolt of pain shot through him.
“Stupid potions,” Oliver mumbled.
Because he had missed his morning potions, he had to wait out through the pain and wait to take his afternoon potions. Tired from holding himself up for so long, Oliver dozed for a little bit. When he next came to, it was to find himself pant-less and a strong pair of hands stroking and kneading at his bad leg. He let out a particularly loud groan when the hands slid down on a sensitive part of his leg. A familiar chuckle filled his ears.
“That feels nice,” Oliver murmured.
Snort. “Your leg would probably feel better if you had taken your potions this morning.”
Oliver chuckled as the teasing smile he knew was on his lover’s face. The other male delighted in catching him in an “I told you so” without actually saying the words. He wasn’t surprised to open his eyes and find his lover smiling down at him. He was straddling Oliver’s good leg while the brunette’s bad leg was over his shoulder.
Oliver closed his eyes with a small murmur as his lover continued massaging the sore areas on his leg. The other man was very good at what he did. Oliver wasn’t surprised he was home already. His lover only worked half-days, due to an agreement with his boss and there was no need for him to work full-days. All his time home was just one of the reasons Flint liked to refer to Oliver’s lover as the “lady of the house.”
“Did Ginny show up?”
Oliver nodded his head. “Yeah. And she wasn’t too happy about the decision.”
He felt his lover press a soft kiss to the side of his knee.
“You made the right decision, Ollie. You and Flint.”
In a surprisingly swift mood, Oliver dropped his now less pained leg, grabbed his lover’s waist, and pulled him to sit low on his stomach. He slid his hands up the back of his lover’s shirt to trace over bare skin. The body atop his shivered as a pair of hands rested down on Oliver’s arms.
“I know you don’t like him much, but it does make me smile that you both at least try to be cordial,” Oliver said, opening his eyes again.
His hands slid further up the pale-skinned back when his lover leaned down to kiss him. A tongue tapped at the seam of his mouth which he happily allowed entrance to. They playfully fought the kiss back and forth with no real winner in the end. His lover broke the kiss with a groan. Oliver grinned victoriously up at him as his finger firmly stroked across the hidden treasure beneath his boxers. He had slipped his hand around and up the bottom back of his lover’s boxers.
“Th-th-that’s ch-ch-cheating…” Groan. “Oliver.”
Oliver chuckled.
“All’s fair in love, angel. Let me show my appreciation for your tender loving care.”

/……/

C-C-CRACK! Draco tightened his hold on Harry as he nearly hurled himself out of the blonde’s arms. It was only mid-day and Draco had the day off work. He had been lying down on the bed with Harry lightly napping on his chest. Severus had disappeared to Hogwarts for the day to assist the Potions Master there. The storm had come by so suddenly that Draco had no warning when Harry’s eyes had snapped open.
Now he was trying frantically to calm the nervous wreck of a Gryffindor. Harry was whimpering and shaking while mumbling please and stop it. Draco had managed to cast spells that dampened the sounds from outside and closed the curtains to prevent the light of strikes from being seen. Draco was horrified to discover that this did very little to soothe his younger lover.
His magic is even more powerful and sensitive than we thought if he’s still sensing the storm, Draco thought.
C-C-CR-CRACK! Draco gasped as Harry almost hit his head violently on the bedside table while fighting to get away from the lightning and rolling thunder. Soft words and holding him tight wasn’t working now. Draco decided to modify his tactics.
The blonde wizard rolled their bodies across the duvet until Harry’s body was under his. He pinned Harry’s body down with his own and forced his wrists down away from his face. He nudged Harry’s chin up and covered his mouth with his. It was his hope that he could distract Harry enough to get his mind off the storm.
Rather than deepen the kiss (and risk his tongue being bitten off), Draco swooped in to give him several powerful, hard kisses. Slowly, as if coming out of a trance, Harry’s body started to relax and he responded to the kisses. When he sensed that the brunette was at a stable point, Draco released his wrists. Instead he interlocked their fingers as he pressed his hands down into Harry’s.
Harry moaned when Draco’s tongue slid into his mouth. Their tongues did a lazy, agonizingly slow dance, but neither pushed the other into speeding things up. Draco emitted a noise of surprise when Harry bucked up into him, bumping their pelvises together. Breaking the kiss, Draco kissed his way across Harry’s cheek and down his jaw to a flawless neck.
Harry’s hands squeezed his own tightly. He let out a shaky gasp while Draco peppered his neck with tiny licks and nips. Draco rolled his hips against Harry’s, delighting in the sounds he was producing from the Gryffindor.
“D-D-Dr-Dray,” Harry gasped in his ear.
Draco nipped the skin a little hard than he intended, eliciting a sharp cry out of the brunette. He silently apologized with long, slow licks and a gentle suck on the abused skin. Severus called him Dragon and Harry was calling him Dray now. He loved it. He applied a bit more pressure while grounding his hard cock down into Harry’s equally hard cock.
He kissed his way up to Harry’s ear where he found a sensitive spot behind it. Laving attention on that one spot caused Harry’s thrusts up to become sporadic. Suddenly, Draco felt a familiar tingle run up his spine. He smiled against Harry’s neck. He whispered softly in the younger male’s ear. Harry groaned back in response, giving him the answer he wanted.
Draco covered that mark and bit down at the same time he thrust his hips down. Harry came undone with a short cry of both his lover’s names. That sent Draco tumbling over the edge. He continued gently bucking his hips against Harry’s as he rode out his orgasm. When he was done, Draco rolled to the side so Harry’s sweaty head was leaning on his shoulder.
Harry softly gasped for air. He felt the bed dip down behind him. A familiar hand smoothed back his soaked bangs.
“What a wonderful sight to come home to,” Severus murmured, leaning down to present a kiss to each of his lovers.
Draco wasn’t the only one who groaned when Severus lay down on the bed and slid a hand down between them. Harry whimpered when his spent cock was cupped by a heavy warmth. Harry closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Draco’s chest. He groaned when yet another mouth located that sensitive part behind his ear. Severus gently nibbled on it like the flesh was a piece of candy.
Draco groaned. Every slow stroke of Harry’s cock caused the back of Severus’ hand to run up and down his own hardening member. He brushed a hand down Harry’s cheek and tipped his head up to capture his mouth. This provided Severus with more skin to suck and nibble at while his hand grasped Harry’s throbbing length more firmly.
It didn’t take much until Harry found himself gasping out his release for the second time. He felt two pairs of hands soothing the heat away as he panted for air. They maneuvered him around until he lay lightly panting on Severus’ chest. Draco curled around his back, lazing placing soft kisses here and there. Severus chuckled when he heard Harry mumble something about dinner.
“Relax. Let Tippy do her job for once, little lion. She delights in the meals you make. Let her make you one of her own.”
Harry smiled sleepily and quietly agreed. He lightly began to doze, letting his mind wander freely. Neither of his lovers questioned whether or not Harry was okay with what they had done. His magic hadn’t lashed out at either of them. Plus he had been the one to pull them both into the shower that morning. Both knew it was probably a distraction from court tomorrow, but they welcomed it with open arms.
It would be even better when there would be no clothes barring them access to innocent skin. Draco grinned as he pushed Harry’s hair away to suck on the back of his neck. Harry let out a sleepy moan as his response. The sound echoed across Severus’ skin, making him break out in chills. He shot Draco an annoyed look over the top of Harry’s head.
“Leave him be, Dragon,” Severus whispered.
Draco groaned in protest, but released the hot piece of pink flesh he had been sucking on. He nestled down into his favorite between the younger wizard’s shoulder blades.
“Our perfect little lion, Sev,” Draco mumbled, closing his eyes to drift off to sleep.
Severus couldn’t help but smile down at his two younger lovers. He wholeheartedly agreed with Draco.
I have my perfect little lion and dragon, Severus thought.
Before drifting off to sleep himself, Severus cast spells over all three to clean away the mess and prevent an uncomfortable waking in the morning.
End of Chapter Fourteen
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