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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Draco groaned and mumbled, “Why does it feel like there are doxies nesting in my bum?”

George sat up. “You're lucid! Thank the Gods, I was starting to think you'd never do anything but make bird sounds ever again!”

Draco scowled. “I’m fine, thank you for asking. Little tender, particularly in my arse, but I hear that’s all part of the experience.” He snapped.

Fred pulled him into a kiss. “We're glad you're back to normal, and sorry about that. I’m on the bigger side, and your Veela just wouldn’t wait for proper preparation.”

Draco sighed. “Yeah, I remember. I didn’t mean to blow up the potion. Thought I could manage it.” He said.

“What were you trying to brew?” George asked.

Draco flushed. “Creatura Reveale.” He mumbled.

Fred sighed. “That’s a sixth-year potion for a reason, Draco.” He said. “Besides, we knew you were ours. Would waiting have been so hard?” He asked.

Draco let out a small laugh. “Guess we'll never know.” He said.

George paled. “Um, Fred?” He asked.

Fred looked over. “Yeah?” He asked.

“Do you think that yesterday counts as me losing my virginity to my dominant, since being with you didn’t count?”

Fred gulped. “Oh, shite. Yeah, probably.”

George sighed and rolled over to bury his face in the pillow with a low groan.

Draco frowned. “What are you two on about?”

“You know George and I are Sinicae. How much do you know about them so far?” He asked.

Draco glared at him. “Barely anything. It’s been less than a month, guys.”

Fred took a deep breath. “Well, with twins, we can have sex with each other, and nothing happens, we’re biologically incompatible, thank Merlin. But when we find our mate, the first time a submissive Sinicus sleeps with their dominant, there is nothing on Earth that can prevent them from getting pregnant. It’s so their dominant doesn’t leave them later, because Sinicae are not monogamous by nature.”

Draco turned to George and stared at him for a good long while. Then, he sighed. “Let's not tell Father just yet.”

“Yeah, let’s not tell him at all!” George said frantically.

Draco snorted. “Just show up with a baby one day. Surprise! You're a grandpa! Isn't it wonderful?” He rolled his eyes. “That will go so well.”

“I hate nature sometimes.” George said.

Fred sighed. “Well, at least Veela don’t have that problem.”

Draco paled. “Did you cast a contraceptive spell?” He asked.

Fred frowned. “Oh. No, I did not.” He admitted.

Draco sighed. “It’s a good thing I learned this when I started dating you two.” He cast a spell, and nothing happened. Another sigh, this time of relief. “We’re safe.” He punched Fred on the shoulder. “Next time use protection! Idiots.” He muttered.

Fred snickered. “Sorry. Was a little distracted by your Veela pretty much demanding I get inside you.”

Draco flushed. “I don’t remember, how loud were we?” He asked in a small voice.

George groaned. “If you were planning to ever look your father in the eye again, I wouldn’t.” He said.

“Lovely.” Draco said, getting up. “Well, let’s go face the music. He's probably worried.”

Fred and George got up and put their clothes back on, then watched Draco as he dressed.

“Would you two mind not ogling my arse? I can feel your eyes boring holes into me.” He muttered as he pulled on a shirt.

“You're just so gorgeous, we can’t resist!” George said.

Draco snorted. “Right.” He ran a brush through his hair quickly, squared his shoulders, and headed for the door.

Fred and George gave each other a look, shrugged, and followed him.

*****

“Black.” Severus said as Sirius Flooed through.

“Snape.” Sirius replied.

Severus smirked. “It’s actually Prince, now.” He corrected him.

Sirius nodded. “Prince, then. Congratulations, by the way. When did that happen?” He asked as Remus came through.

“When I joined the Death Eaters. Septimius saw it as a noble following, so he invited me back into the family. I accepted.” He explained.

Remus nodded. “It does seem to be a smarter choice than we originally made. Dumbledore seems to be either going senile or has been hiding some rather questionable tendencies behind a grandfatherly veneer.” He noted.

Severus nodded. “Indeed.” He led them into the blue parlour and called an elf for some tea.

“So, where's Harry?” Sirius asked.

Severus made a face. “I sent him to his boyfriend’s for the night.” He said.

Sirius frowned. “This the same boyfriend that’s tried to kill him? More than once?” He asked.

Severus chuckled. “Come, now, Black, you met him at Harrison’s party. He's not going to try and kill him again. They are past that.”

Sirius shrugged. “If you say so.”

“I wanted to put the past behind us. If you are going to have Harry over for any length of time past a few hours, I want to be able to speak with you amicably.” Severus said. “That means without shouting.” He added at Sirius' blank look.

“I know what it means!” Sirius snapped. “I just don’t see why you want us to get along.”

Severus hummed. “I don’t want to cause any added stress for Harrison. He has had quite enough of that already. Besides, I think we can become friends.”

“Perhaps more.” Remus said.

Severus looked at him in confusion and Sirius covered his mouth.

Remus stunned him, then lowered his body to lie on the couch. “Severus, Sirius would never tell you willingly, but I found out recently what the real reason behind his pinpoint interest in you in school was: He fancied you. Refused to show it, because you were a Slytherin, but there you go. He was always focused on you, so you became a target for most of our pranks and you always retaliated. Naturally, things escalated. He regrets what happened, perhaps more than anyone else, but there was no way for him to apologise without losing face. So I’m solving the issue. He likes you. He would never admit it, but you now have that knowledge. What you do with it is up to you.” He said, then revived Sirius.

Sirius groaned. “I hate you, Moony.”

Severus was watching him, a contemplative look on his face. “I want a formal apology from you. Both of you.” He said.

Remus smiled. “I’m sorry for everything we did in school. We were misguided, and you suffered. We won’t hurt you ever again. We aren’t those people anymore.” He said.

Severus looked at Sirius, an eyebrow raised expectantly.

Sirius sighed. “Sorry for always going after you. It was hard to think of anyone else whose attention I wanted as badly. I was kind of fixated. And I kept suggesting you so James didn’t catch on. It was wrong of me, and I’d like to start over.” He said.

Severus hummed. “I am sorry for the things I did, as well, none of us were blameless, I got back at you all several times. We can put this behind us. In addition,” He took a deep breath, “I will agree to three dates with you both, or three each separately, and we will see if we mesh well. We have all changed since school, we may find we are compatible.” He said.

Sirius perked up. “Really?” He asked excitedly.

Severus inclined his head. “Yes. We can start tonight, I actually intended to invite you both to share dinner with me, since I am alone in the house tonight.”

Remus smiled. “We'd love to.” He said.

Sirius was nodding. “Do we get a goodnight kiss after?” He asked hopefully.

Severus chuckled. “Be on your best behaviour. It might be a possibility.” He told him.

Sirius grinned. “Deal!”

*****

Harry shucked his shirt and Tom's eyebrows rose. “Stripping, are we?” He asked, watching the teen.

Harry huffed. “It’s too bloody hot in here!” He said.

Tom smiled. “I was on the Floo most of the day. If it gets you out of your clothing, I shall have to do it more often.” He joked.

“You're so funny.” Harry drawled.

“I’ve told you before not to do that, I know I have! Stop sounding like your father, it’s off-putting.” He told Harry.

Harry chuckled. “Yes, well, he is my father.”

“And the only Death Eater I actually fear.” Tom added.

“You don’t fear me?” Harry asked teasingly.

Tom scoffed. “You are not a Death Eater; you are my consort. You’re my equal, I am supposed to fear you.”

Harry grinned at him. “Are you? Good to know.” He said.

Tom eyed his chest. “So how much of that am I allowed to touch?” He asked.

“Oh, all of it.” Harry said lightly, stretching and draping his arms over the back of the couch. “If you want.” He added.

Tom moved from his chair to sit next to Harry, wine glass forgotten in favour of tantalizing flesh. “So, if I want to do this,” He traced his fingers over a nipple, “That's allowed?”

Harry hummed. “Yeah.”

Tom leaned closer. “What if I wanted to kiss it?” He whispered.

Harry took a deep breath. “I don’t know.” He admitted, looking at Tom's lips. “We should try it.” He whispered back.

Tom leaned forward and kissed the nipple.

Harry sucked in a breath, then let out a soft moan.

Tom closed his mouth over the nipple and sucked gently.

Harry let out another, louder moan. “Okay, that’s nice.” He said, threading his hand into Tom's hair.

Tom smiled and pulled away. “Well, I promise we won’t go further, but could you lie back so I can do this at a better angle?” He asked.

Harry smiled back at him. “I suppose. Just don’t put all your weight on me. I need the option of getting up to still be available.” He said.

Tom knelt on the floor beside the couch. “There.” He said.

Harry laid back. “Alright. I’m ready.” He said.

Tom smiled. “If you need to stop, just tell me.”

Harry nodded. “I will. But I trust you.”

Tom vowed to himself to never betray that trust.
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