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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47211 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Shiloe stayed after class, noting that Draco had stayed as well.
He was unhappy that Neville had gotten detention. With luck, Shiloe could teach him how NOT to melt his cauldron next time.
“Potter, if you don’t mind, I’d like to speak with my Godfather.” Draco sneered, playing his part well.
Shiloe shook his head. “My discussion is more important.” He said.
Draco’s eyebrows rose. “He’s…?”
“Yes.” Shiloe said.
Draco nodded in understanding, and then left for dinner.
“Potter, what do you want?” Severus Snape asked coldly.
Shiloe cast his ward, and then smirked, and the man seemed to lose a bit of his composure. Apparently, Harry wasn’t really the smirking type. “Hello, Severus Snape. I’m overjoyed to meet you.” Shiloe said formally. “Bear me no ill will, and hear me out.”
Severus sat back, his eyes wide and filling with comprehension slowly but surely.
“I am not the one you dislike, but a being that has no reason to deserve your enmity. The road I have travelled has been-”
“No.” Severus said firmly.
Shiloe narrowed his eyes. “What?” He hissed. No anchor denied Shiloe!
“I decline the bond.”
“But-”
Severus stood. “I do NOT sleep with my students!” He hissed angrily.
Shiloe smiled. “Oh, if that’s all, that’s no matter. I’M not your student. I’M not enrolled here at ALL.”
“But Potter is.” Severus said firmly.
“And I’m sure he would not sleep with you, even if you WANTED to.” Shiloe said. “I, on the other hand, NEED this. I have no other adult anchors yet. And certainly none that can teach me what I need to fight the Dark Lord.”
Severus raised a brow. “The Dark Lord?” He asked. Usually, only Death Eaters called him such.
Shiloe shrugged. “It’s how you know him, is it not?” He asked.
“Perceptive little brat.” Severus said.
Shiloe shook his head. “I don’t care, you know. So long as I know you’re not returning to him, that is.”
“If he comes back, I have little choice in the matter.”
“Little and none are two different things, Severus.” Shiloe said softly.
Severus sighed. “ARE you going to let me bow out of this gracefully?” He asked.
Shiloe’s eyes hardened. “No.” He answered. “I will have you, Severus Snape. With or without your permission, I don’t care.”
“How do we seal the bond?” Severus asked wearily.
Shiloe smirked and walked around the desk. “One kiss is all I need. You don’t have to sleep with me yet, if you feel that I am too young, but know that this body has seen sexual relations twice over, now. Once for Harry’s first time, and I have had sex once with one of my anchors.”
Severus shook his head. “One single kiss is all I will give you, for now. We will talk about the rest later.”
Shiloe leaned down and pressed his lips to Severus’ lips.
Severus deepened the kiss, sliding his hands into Shiloe’s messy hair and massaging his scalp as his tongue massaged Shiloe’s.
Shiloe sighed breathily into the kiss.
Severus tasted of spearmint and honey, a strange combination that Shiloe suspected was the man’s favorite tea.
Severus ended the kiss with a sharp nip to Shiloe’s bottom lip. “Get to dinner. Where are your rooms?”
“Fourth floor.” Shiloe answered. “Near a portrait of a meadow full of red flowers.” He said.
Severus nodded. “I’ll be there at six-thirty, so we can become better-acquainted.” He said, turning back to the papers he was working on.
Shiloe left the room with a new bounce in his step. That was probably the hardest anchor to bond with that he’d have, and he’d pulled it off.
He got to the Great Hall and took his seat between Ron and Hermione, across from Neville.
He dished himself up a few small servings of food, and lightly kicked Neville’s foot.
Neville looked up, and Shiloe mouthed: “Six.”
Neville nodded, agreeing to meet in Shiloe’s room at the specified time.
*****
“I have another anchor that will be here in a few minutes.” Shiloe told the others. “I found him today.”
“He is here.” Rowena’s voice announced.
Shiloe smiled. “He’s early.” He said, getting up and opening the door, stepping behind the door as he opened it so that if anyone saw, they would not know whose room it was.
Severus Snape walked into the room and Neville looked at him in fear.
Shiloe closed the door, locking it, and walked over to wrap an arm around Neville’s waist.
Severus walked over to the couch and raised an eyebrow at the fact that Draco, Shiloe and Neville all had drinks that did not look like pumpkin juice. “My, quite the den of iniquity you have here.” He said, glancing at the shirtless werewolf, as well.
Blaise smiled. “Hello, Sir.”
“Mr. Zabini, Draco, Mr. Diggory.” He turned to Neville, who was obviously terrified of him. “Mr. Longbottom, calm yourself. So long as we must suffer each other’s frequent company, I mean you no harm.”
Shiloe glared at him. “Be nice, Severus, or I’ll freeze your bollocks off.” He said, a fine layer of frost appearing on the front of Severus’ trousers in warning.
“Point taken.” Severus said drolly.
Shiloe patted the seat next to him. “It’s time that you and Neville mended the rift between you. How do you three think we should manage that?” Shiloe asked his other anchors.
Draco smirked. “Make Severus kiss Longbottom.” He said evilly.
Shiloe chuckled. “That idea has merit.”
“I think Severus should give us a strip tease. None of us would be nervous around him after that.” Blaise said.
“I will not.” Severus said flatly. “None of you would be able to take me seriously, either. I look ridiculous trying to do a strip tease.” He said.
Shiloe laughed. “I don’t know, I kind of want to see what you have under those robes.”
Cedric snorted. “I think it would be enough to have him spend some time with us shirtless. That way, Neville will be able to see him as a person, rather than the acerbic Potions Master.” He said sensibly.
Shiloe nodded. “Good idea. Severus, please?” He asked politely.
Severus sneered, but banished his robes and opened his shirt, pulling it off. “Happy, now?!” He hissed.
Cedric jumped up in shock. “Shite, he’s a Death Eater!” He shouted, pointing to the man’s left arm, where a faded Dark Mark resided.
Shiloe sighed. “I know. Severus?”
“I am a spy for Dumbledore. Tell no one of any of this.” He said firmly.
Cedric sat down, still a bit uneasy.
Shiloe hummed. “If I’M not worried, none of you should be either. After all, Voldemort wants ME—well, Harry, but we share a body—dead most, so I’m the one in the most danger from him here.”
Blaise rolled his eyes. “Voldemort is dead, anyway.”
Shiloe sighed. “No, not quite. But he IS less than a ghost right now. I have a feeling he’ll be back sooner than we think.” He said.
Salazar’s voice sounded from behind them. “Indeed. I’m almost sure he WILL be.”
Shiloe stood to face the portrait over the back of the couch. “Sir!” He exclaimed happily. “You’re awake!”
Salazar sighed. “Yes, but I still don’t have enough strength to take physical form right now.” He said resignedly.
Shiloe shrugged. “Fine by me, so long as I can talk to you again.” He said.
Severus stood and turned as well. “Salazar Slytherin?” He asked.
Salazar inclined his head with a smirk. “Yes.”
“It’s an honor to meet you, Sir. I am Severus Snape, Potions Master, and current Head of your house.”
“I know.” Salazar said. “Good to meet you. Shiloe, has Rowena begun your training yet?”
Shiloe shook his head. “No. She has gathered the books, though, and we will begin with Animagus transformation tomorrow.” He said.
Salazar nodded. “A sound place to start. I will be teaching you to fight with katana, throwing knives, dagger, and hand-to-hand combat. If you are skilled enough with a katana, we will move on to traditional fencing, as well. Godric will teach you advanced dueling tactics, and Helga will teach you how best to utilize your abilities.” He said. “Rowena will also be teaching you how to build up immunity to poisons and many other harmful potions, and she will teach you to be both an Occlumens and Legilimens.”
Shiloe smirked. “So, which one of you will teach me sex magic?” He asked.
“Mr. Potter!” Severus said, aghast.
Salazar leered at him. “I could instruct you in that arena, as well, if you’d like.” He purred, waggling his eyebrows.
“Sir!” Severus gasped.
Shiloe chuckled. “I may take you up on that.” He turned to Severus. “Relax, Sev. I’ve already had Rowena say that they are all willing to lie with me AND Harry, any time we like.” He said.
Severus shook his head. “You are far too young to be having sex.” He said.
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Neville, how good was last night?”
Neville sighed happily as he remembered it.
“See? Apparently, I’m NOT too young.” Shiloe told Severus with a smirk.
Severus sighed. “NOT exactly what I meant.”
Shiloe snickered. He sat down again and pulled Neville close. “So, Draco, why don’t you come over here and sit on Daddy’s lap?” He teased.
“Ugh, never say that again.” Draco said, getting up and walking over anyway. He sat on Shiloe’s lap and looked down at Neville, who he was right beside, with the new seating arrangement.
Neville smiled shyly up at him, and Draco smirked back. “I’d do you, you know.” He said. “You’re cute enough.”
Neville blushed. “Um, thanks?” He said nervously in response.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Gee, Longbottom, you don’t have to sound so very EAGER. Of course, I don’t really blame you. Having my gigantic cock in you after Shiloe’s tiny one might rip you clean in two.” He said lightly.
Shiloe palmed Draco through his pants, and then chuckled. “Think I’m smaller than you?” He asked, grabbing Draco’s hips and holding him still as he frotted against the blonde’s ass from beneath him. “I should bend you over this couch and fuck you raw right now. In front of everybody.”
“I will never let you inside me, Shiloe.” Draco said firmly. “A Malfoy NEVER bottoms. For anyone.”
“I should fuck you dry. No prep. Just shove into you and make you scream and bleed for me.” He growled into the teen’s ear. “But, luckily for you, I’m not a sadist.” He finished. “And I will let you top me. But, rest assured, someday you’ll come to me, gagging for my cock in you. And I’ll make you BEG before you get it.”
“A Malfoy NEVER begs.”
“Is there anything Malfoys DO?” Neville asked sarcastically.
Draco sneered at him. “Of course. We fuck little innocent boys like you until they’ve forgotten their own name.” He said with a sultry wink to punctuate the statement.
Blaise snorted. “Draco, I don’t think you could fuck ANYONE until they forgot their own name.” He said.
Severus chuckled. “Such a conversation for a group made up mostly of fourteen-year-old boys. What ARE we teaching here?”
“Not sex magic, sadly.” Cedric said, smiling. “That’s a class I would definitely take.”
A chorus of “me too” followed his statement.
Severus groaned. “Shiloe, if you do not get some MATURE anchors soon, I will have to stop attending these little clandestine meetings. I can feel my I.Q. dropping even now.” He said.
Shiloe blinked in surprise. “Mature? We ARE mature. For our ages, at least.” He said.
Severus shook his head. “Merlin help me, I will never have peace again.”
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