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Shiloe: The Weapon	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco looked up from the book he was reading and brought his hand up to his mouth. “Yes?”
Shiloe looked at him questioningly, and Draco mouthed, “Blaise.”
“Ah.” Shiloe said softly, looking back down at Aquila, who was in his arms.
“Oh, hang on a sec, I’ll ask.” Draco said. “Father, can Blaise come over for a few?”
Lucius looked up from the newspaper and nodded. “That should be fine. I’ll adjust the Wards.” He said.
Draco smiled at him, then told Blaise, “He says it’s fine. It’s Moonrun Manor. Okay, I’ll meet you in the receiving room.” He cut the connection and stood up. “I’ll be right back, Father.”
Shiloe smiled down at Aquila. “Does Blaise often visit Draco?”
Lucius nodded. “They’re rather close.” He answered.
“That’s good. Blaise is actually pretty shy, so it’s a good thing he’s got Draco as a friend.”
Lucius smiled. “Yes, he took quite some time to warm up to Draco, but Draco was young and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He basically forced Blaise to be his friend, and the two have been close ever since.” He said fondly.
Draco and Blaise wandered in, Draco talking about Aquila animatedly. “And Shiloe even says she’s going to be a Veela. She’ll be the first in several generations.”
Blaise nodded to Lucius. “Hello, Sir.”
“Blaise, I’ve told you to call me Lucius. There’s especially no need for formality between us now. We are both anchors, after all. We’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.” Lucius said.
Shiloe smiled at Blaise. “Come say hello to Aquila.”
Blaise walked over and looked down at the baby. “She’s cute. And very blonde.”
Shiloe chuckled. “She looks every inch the Malfoy she is. Maybe she’ll have my eyes, though.” He mused, looking down at her.
Draco leaned down and whispered something into Blaise’s ear. Blaise looked at him, then at Shiloe. “I’m up for it if Shi is.”
Draco smirked at Shiloe. “How about you give Aquila to Father and we three go up to my room, hm?” He asked.
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “I suppose we could.” He got up and handed Aquila over. “We’ll be back down later.” He promised, kissing Lucius.
Lucius chuckled. “Take your time.”
Shiloe and Blaise followed Draco to his room.
Draco locked the door behind them and turned to Shiloe. “I trust you’ll be happy with the middle?”
Shiloe smirked. “Sounds good to me.”
Draco drew his wand and undressed them all, sending their clothing to the chair in front of his desk. “There. Hm, not bad, Blaise. I’m impressed.”
Blaise rubbed the back of his neck with a small grin. “Thanks.”
Shiloe took his hand and led him to the bed. “Let’s get you prepared, shall we?”
Draco grabbed a vial of lube and handed it to Shiloe. “There. I’ll, uh, supervise.” He volunteered.
“Voyeur.” Shiloe teased, leaning in to kiss Blaise. “Think he’s getting off on this?” Shiloe asked, his lips brushing against Blaise’s as he spoke.
Blaise looked up at Draco, who was standing behind Shiloe, watching them as he slowly stroked himself. “I think so.” Blaise answered, failing to hide his grin.
“Oh, stop talking about me and get on with it.” Draco demanded.
Shiloe chuckled, kissing Blaise again and slipping a finger inside him while he was distracted.
Blaise gasped into the kiss, arching a bit.
Shiloe drove the finger in and out of Blaise a few times before adding the second.
Blaise broke the kiss when Shiloe’s fingers rubbed over his prostate. “Fuck!” He breathed, wrapping his arms around Shiloe.
Shiloe chuckled. “That is the general idea, yes.” Shiloe said, twisting his fingers and adding a third.
Blaise moaned, his fingers finding their way into Shiloe’s hair and clenching. Shiloe finally realized why Bill liked having his hair pulled as his cock gave a sudden, interested pulse.
Shiloe removed his fingers and slicked himself, handing the vial to Draco. “Stop watching us and make yourself useful.” He teased the blond, who answered by smacking Shiloe sharply on the ass as the other hastily cast the contraceptive charm, then set Ducen on the nightstand.
“Don’t speak like that to your betters, half-blood.” Draco shot back.
Blaise snorted. “Stop bickering and let’s have sex already.” He told them both.
Shiloe chuckled and pushed into Blaise, gasping when an oiled finger slid inside him. “More.” He demanded.
Draco pushed in a second, twisting them and making Shiloe slide further into Blaise as the finger slid over his prostate, causing him to thrust his hips. “Better?” Draco asked.
“More, Draco.” Shiloe huffed, getting impatient.
“Bossy, aren’t we?” Draco asked, sliding in a third. “Ready?” He asked, stretching the passage.
“You know I am.” Shiloe told him. “Get on with it.”
Draco laughed softly, then pushed into Shiloe.
Shiloe and Blaise both moaned as the action pushed Shiloe deeper into the Italian.
“Oh, look, twice the feedback, I like this.” Draco said in glee, thrusting again and receiving another duet of moans.
“Think I agree.” Blaise gasped out.
Shiloe nodded. “Yeah, I have to say, being sandwiched in between the two best-looking Slytherins in their year is a rather nice place to be.” He agreed.
Draco chuckled and thrust again.
Blaise pulled Shiloe down into a kiss, fingers still twined in his hair.
“I really-“ Shiloe paused as he kissed Blaise, then continued, “Don’t think you should pull my hair anymore if you expect me to last.”
“Zabini, hands out of his hair!” Draco snapped. “You’re going to last as long as I do, Shi, or else.”
Shiloe groaned as Blaise worked his fingers out of his hair, chuckling.
Draco picked up the pace, thrusting into Shiloe with abandon.
Blaise moaned loudly. “Do I have to last, too?” He asked in a breathless tone.
“Yes!” Draco told him, grabbing Shiloe’s hips and using them to move the teen on his cock, controlling the depth of his thrusts into Blaise as well. “Look who has all the control here. I rather like this.”
“You would.” Shiloe gasped out, trying to hang onto control. “I’m going to come soon.” He warned Draco.
Draco chuckled. “Think I’ll speed this up, then.” He said, before setting a punishing pace.
Shiloe moaned, letting Draco control his thrusts into Blaise and just going along for the ride.
Blaise arched, grabbing onto Shiloe’s shoulders and digging his fingernails in. “Going to come!” He cried out.
“Go ahead.” Draco ground out.
Blaise came with a loud shout, clamping down on Shiloe and setting the other off with him.
Draco followed them over the edge with a loud cry and collapsed onto Shiloe.
“Squished!” Blaise wheezed.
Draco rolled off of them and Shiloe rolled to the side as well, resulting in a few minutes of shoving as they arranged themselves into a comfortable position.
Shiloe cuddled up to Blaise and Draco spooned behind him, wrapping his arms around the brunette.
“That was fun.” Draco finally said happily.
“Never again.” Blaise said with a laugh. “At least, not if you’re that much of a control freak every time.”
“Seconded.” Shiloe said, voice muffled in Blaise’s neck.
“You’re no fun.” Draco said.
Suddenly, Fawkes appeared in the room.
Shiloe sat up and looked at him blankly. “What are you doing here?” He asked.
Draco blinked. “He speaks Phoenix. Of COURSE he does, why am I surprised?”
‘I was bored.’ The Phoenix replied, ruffling his feathers. ‘And Dumbledore is at another Order meeting. He’ll be at least an hour. I felt the need to visit. On another note, you DO need to return soon. Dumbledore has found out some rather interesting information he needs to relay to you, and he can’t do that with you here.’
Shiloe sighed. “Don’t I have any right to time for myself? I have a newborn, you know.”
‘She will be fine without you, and you know Lucius will visit you on weekends, bringing her along, no doubt. You’re needed at Hogwarts more.’ Fawkes insisted.
Shiloe sighed. “I’ll come back after dinner, just let me have a little more time. Why don’t you go keep Helga company? I’m going to go back to Luc and my daughter while I still have time to enjoy their company, you bloody buzzard.” He added a bit bitterly.
Fawkes screeched at him and disappeared in a burst of flame.
“What did you SAY to him?” Draco asked.
Shiloe huffed and got up, going through the clothes on the chair and pulling his on. “He wants me to go back to Hogwarts today. I’m leaving after dinner. I’m going to go spend more time with Aquila while I can. You two can take your time coming back down if you want.”
He left and headed back down to find Lucius and Aquila in the study.
“I need to go back to Hogwarts today, but I’m staying until after dinner.” Shiloe said. “I don’t want to go, but Fawkes insists. Dumbledore’s apparently discovered some new information I need.”
Lucius sighed. “I see. Well, so long as I can visit you at the school, there should be no trouble. Aquila and I will be fine here. Malfoy Manor’s Wards are still letting Narcissa through, but I am close to figuring out how to stop her from being able to get through them, and once I do, we can all move back in there. If she were to disown Draco, I’d be able to keep her out already, but I suspect she knows that, and she’s leaving things the way they stand simply to keep access to it.”
Shiloe hummed. “Can Draco disown her, so to speak?” He asked.
Lucius sighed, but shook his head, as Shiloe took Aquila and began rocking her gently. “No, not without cutting his ties to me, as well. He’d have to be emancipated for that to work, and then he will be unable to inherit the Malfoy estates and monies. I’m sure he doesn’t want that, nor do I want it for him.”
Shiloe nodded. “Fair enough.”
“I had nearly exhausted the library here in my search of a way to tighten the Wards, and I think I’ve found what I was looking for. It seems doable, and I don’t even need to be there to adjust the Wards. Thankfully, even if she’s in there, I can lock her out. If she happens to be in the Manor when I adjust the Wards, she’ll be forcibly removed and deposited just outside the Wards. Ah, to be there and see the look on her face when that happens. I’m not so foolish as to go to see for myself, of course.” He added when Shiloe opened his mouth.
Shiloe closed his mouth and nodded. “See that you don’t. I don’t want you taking any chances. I need you, Aquila needs you, and Draco needs you.”
Lucius smiled. “I’m well aware of that, Shiloe.”
“So, what can we do in the few hours before dinner?” Shiloe asked, shifting Aquila in his arms carefully.
Lucius smiled. “Let’s go for a walk. I’ve been sitting here entirely too long. Where are Draco and Blaise?”
Shiloe snorted. “Probably still upstairs. Lazy, the both of them.”
“Indeed. I think we should go for a short walk, rather than risk overtaxing me, as I’m still recovering. Have you seen the gardens here? They’re lovely, though not quite as nice as Malfoy Manor’s gardens are.” Lucius said.
Shiloe smiled. “I don’t think I have. Lead the way.”
*****
“I’ll see you in two days, right?” Shiloe checked.
Lucius nodded. “I’ll be there, with Aquila. I promise.”
“I hate leaving you. I wish I didn’t have to.” Shiloe sighed, leaning in for a kiss. “If I don’t leave now, I won’t be able to.” He said, grabbing a handful of Floo powder.
He threw it down, shouting “Founder’s Rooms, Hogwarts!”
The fire swept him up and carried him back home.
He came out, looking around.
“You’re back? What happened?” Salazar asked, looking up from his book, surprised.
“Fawkes.” Shiloe snapped. “He said I needed to come back, that Dumbledore had information for me.”
Salazar raised a brow. “And that took you from your anchor’s side?”
Shiloe snarled. “Keeping him safe in the long run is the most important thing to me! Keeping him safe for now only to lose him later would serve no purpose!” He hissed at the man.
Salazar nodded. “Fair enough. Don’t take it out on me, I’m dead already. Take it up with the living, if you must.”
“I fully intend to.” Shiloe said, the words clipped.
Fawkes appeared with a note. Shiloe read it, and indeed, it was from Dumbledore, requesting that he come as soon as possible.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He told the Phoenix, heading into Helga’s room to resize the trunk and leave it at the foot of the bed, where Harry would be expecting it to be.
He headed up to Dumbledore’s office, walking fast and purposefully. He nearly snarled the password to the gargoyle and headed up the stairs.
When he got in, Dumbledore nodded to him. “Shiloe.” He said.
Shiloe nodded back. “You had something to talk to me about?” He asked.
“I did.” Dumbledore steepled his fingers in front of him. “Do you remember what happened at the end of Harry’s second year, with the diary of Tom Riddle?”
Shiloe frowned. “I do, but what’s the point of bringing that up? It’s over and done with.”
Dumbledore sighed. “I’m afraid it’s not. Have you ever heard of Horcruxes?”
Shiloe paled. “Yes. But it was destroyed-“
“Which means there was more than one.” Dumbledore finished. “I don’t know how many, but we must find out how many there are and where they are, and destroy them before Voldemort can be defeated.”
Shiloe groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Shit. This complicates things quite a bit.”
“Indeed it does.” Dumbledore agreed. “I have a few theories I’m going to look into, I think I have an idea of what things he would have used to make his Horcruxes, but it may take some time.”
Shiloe nodded. “I’ll work on finding ways to destroy Horcruxes, you work on finding out what and where they are. We’ll bring him down eventually.”
Dumbledore smiled. “I’m glad that you are willing to work alongside me on this.”
“Don’t read too much into it. I don’t have any better options at the moment. So you’ll have to do.” Shiloe told him. Then, he stilled. “Wait a second…” He turned horrified eyes to Dumbledore. “Shit. I think there’s a Horcrux inside me. That would explain a few things I’ve been at a loss to explain. And it makes a weird, twisted sort of sense. But anything that could possibly get rid of a Horcrux would probably kill Harry and me. What the hell are we going to do?” He asked.
Dumbledore sighed, folding his hands in front of him. “First of all, how certain are you of this?”
Shiloe thought of the way the closet had rattled when Voldemort was gaining his body back, and shuddered. “Fairly certain. I can’t think of anything else that would explain the things that have happened. There’s something of a closet in my mental landscape, where something was locked away long ago. Whatever is in there is Dark, something that had no place in the mental landscape of an innocent, and had I not been created it probably would never have been discovered, but when I was formed it had to latch onto one of us over the other, and I got saddled with it. It reacted when Voldemort was gaining his new body, and I had to physically hold it inside the closet. It was trying to get out.” He explained.
Dumbledore nodded. “Then it is likely a partially-formed Horcrux. There is only one thing I can think of that would work, and it would probably be painful for you. Fawkes?” He asked, turning to the Phoenix.
Fawkes flew over to land on Shiloe’s shoulder. ‘I can help you. I can purify the contents of the closet, and if there is a Horcrux in there, my fire will kill it. It will be painful, though.’ He told Shiloe solemnly.
“Isn’t it always?” Shiloe asked, resigned.
Dumbledore was watching the exchange with obvious interest, though he had no idea what was being said.
‘Do you want me to?’ Fawkes asked, his wings beginning to glow with Phoenix fire.
“Not right now. When we have the others, then we’ll try it. It may still give us some help. I’ve got the Voldemort-radar thing to be thankful for, and I think that will probably be gone once the Horcrux is disposed of. Best not to be too hasty with removing it.” Shiloe said.
‘Fine. When you’re ready, I’ll be here for you.’ Fawkes said, then trilled a few nonsense notes, flying back over to his perch.
Shiloe turned to Dumbledore. “He’ll try to purify it when we have the others. I may still be able to get some benefit out of it before then. It’s probably the only reason Harry’s scar burns when he’s nearby, and we don’t want to get rid of what may be the only advantage we have over him just yet.”
Dumbledore nodded. “A wise choice. So, I’ll let you get back to whatever you wanted to do for the remainder of your summer. Try to have fun, and don’t think too much about this. You’re still so young to be dealing with the ugliness of war.”
Shiloe looked at Dumbledore for a long moment. “I’m not the first to lose their childhood to madmen, nor will I be the last, I’m afraid.” He said, then got up and left the office.
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