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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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When Madame Pomfrey delivered breakfast the next morning, there was a note tucked in beside Harry's plate. Harry read it and found directions to a room with the words “get know him outside of class times” written in Dumbledore's handwriting.

He smiled. Apparently he was being given permission to get to know Lucius, now that he was on their side.

He ate breakfast and headed to charms, sliding into the seat next to Ron. “Boy, do I have a lot to tell you guys.” He said.

Hermione glanced over at him. “During lunch.” She said quietly.

“Of course.” Harry agreed, turning to face Professor Flitwick.

*****

“So,” Harry began as he tapped the plate with his wand to summon the special meal prepared with his tastes in mind, “I found both of my other mates while I was laid up.”

Hermione cast a quick muffliato around Harry, Ron, Neville and herself, then turned expectant eyes to Harry.

Harry grinned. “The not-so-surprising one is the incubus' mate: Blaise Zabini.” He revealed.

Neville grinned. “I bet you're happy about that; He’s quite a looker.” He said.

Harry flushed. “Er, yeah, but he’s also sleeping with pretty much anyone he can find, and I asked him to keep it up until I'm ready. For now, I'll just sit directly behind him in Slytherin-Gryffindor classes and breathe deep.” He explained.

Neville nodded. “That sounds like a good plan, if you're not ready for sex yet.”

Harry chuckled. “Oh, I’m plenty ready for sex; I fucked Severus just recently.” He told them.

Ron gagged.

“I'm just not ready to bottom.” He clarified.

Neville shrugged. “Either way, it's a good, solid plan. Should work out.”

“That's the hope.” Harry said lightly.

Hermione frowned. “Then who's the surprising one? I assume you found the Ethologus' mate, too?”

“Did I ever.” Harry confirmed. “See, Malfoy senior came by—”

“No way!” Hermione blurted out, then covered her mouth with her hands as her face turned totally red. “Sorry, go on.” She said.

“You've figured it out.” Harry told her. “I started draining just him, and told him to stun me and get Severus. When I came to, it happened again, and Severus had him come closer. The Ethologus took over and next thing I knew, I was kissing him, and this spicy, tingly, warm thing came out of his mouth into mine, and I just kind of… Swallowed it. Turns out that’s how the Ethologus feeds, I suppose. Or maybe it only happens that way with mates, I’m not sure, but I only took a little bit and then it stopped.” He told them.

All three of them stared at him for long minutes, in a mixture of shock and horror.

“At least I won't be doing that to anyone else, now that I have someone giving it to me when I need it, right?” He asked.

Hermione snapped out of it first. “Right. It's a good thing, but did it have to be him?” She asked. “I don’t trust him. We know he’s a Death Eater—”

“He's come over to our side, now. He's actually staying in the castle, in hiding. That way, Voldemort can't get to him, and I can.” Harry told them. “When I have to.”

“Well, that’s good, then.” Hermione said. “How is Narcissa doing with all this news?”

Harry frowned. “You know, I have no idea. All I know is that her and Lucius both have lovers on the side, so he’s okay kissing me.”

Hermione sighed and shook her head disapprovingly. “Arranged marriages.” She muttered.

Harry shrugged. “Yes, well, it's the way of things sometimes.” He said simply.

“I still think it's stupid, and I can’t approve of the way most Purebloods do things.” Hermione stated.

“Regardless of whether or not we approve, he’s in one anyway, so he’s allowed to do whatever he has to to make it work. I’m just glad he's got room for me in the arrangement, because otherwise, I’d be screwed. And not in the fun way.” Harry said.

Hermione winced. “Personally, I’d prefer it if you didn’t get screwed in the fun way by him. He's a sleazebag.” She said primly.

Harry grinned. “Well, yes, but he's a good-looking sleazebag.” He pointed out.

“Still, he's just so… Nope.” She shook her head.

“Well, I’m not asking you to sleep with him, so don’t worry about it.” Harry said.

Hermione sighed. “And now, I’m worried.”

“You know what, I’m just going to shut up now.” Harry decided.

“Probably for the best.” Neville told him, looking highly amused.

*****

Harry stood up and cleared his throat, drawing the attention of his dorm mates. “I have an announcement to make, and this needs to stay between us. Hermione and all the Weasleys are also aware of what I’m about to tell you, so you can discuss is with them, but no one else is to know. Do I have your word?”

Seamus nodded. “Sure, Harry. Don’t we always keep your secrets?” He asked.

“You do, and that’s why I’m trusting you guys with this one, too. On my birthday, I came into a sort of inheritance. While I was at the Ministry last year, fighting Death Eaters, a few potions fell on me, and on my birthday I became both a vampire and an incubus. My mates are Severus Snape and Blaise Zabini, and I will protect them with my life, so it would be best to just avoid unnecessary fights with Blaise, and of course, don’t get in between me and Snape. He's the vampire's primary food source. Don’t spread this around, but I don’t think I need to worry too much about that.” He finished.

Dean shrugged. “In the three weeks we've been back, you’ve been the same old Harry we've always known, so it can’t have changed you much.” He commented.

Harry smiled. “It hasn’t. I’m still me.”

“Great! Then let's get to bed.” Seamus said, having completed his nightly routine.

Harry smiled and climbed into bed. “See you all in the morning. Good night.” He said.

*****

Harry woke in the middle of the night, wondering for a second what had woken him. Then, he felt it.

There was someone wandering the castle, and something in him was calling to the foreign presence.

Moreover, the presence was responding to it, and sending out a call of its own.

Harry got up, and pulled on a robe over his pyjamas, the left the room and followed the call, almost on autopilot. He left Gryffindor Tower and walked through a few hallways before coming across an imposing figure dressed in black dragonhide.

“So.” The man spoke in a heavily-accented voice. “It is you.”

Harry met the man's eyes boldly for a moment before something within him compelled him to lower his gaze, staring at the man's nose and mouth. “Probably. It usually is.” He said lightly.

The man hummed and began walking around Harry. Harry turned so that the man would not be at his back, and the man growled. “Still, my child!” He ordered.

Harry felt it would be in his best interests to obey him, and held still while the man walked around him, inspecting him, hands behind his back the whole way, one hand holding his wrist while his free hand was clenched into a loose fist.

“You are young. How did you come to drink the potion that created you?” He asked.

Harry felt something click into place in his head. This must be the vampire that had provided the base for the potion he'd been doused with! That explained the strange reaction he was having to the man.

“I didn’t drink it, Sir. It fell on me during a battle situation. It was an accident.” He explained. “Honestly, it's given me a lot of trouble.”

The man hummed thoughtfully. “Who is in charge here?” He asked.

“Um, Dumbledore. The Headmaster. If I may ask, who are you?” Harry asked.

The man smiled, and showed wickedly long fangs. “I am Count Vlad Dracula. Your Sire.” He said.

Harry's mouth fell open. “Shite.” He whispered.

“Quite. Lead me to this Headmaster.” He ordered. “We have much to discuss.”

Harry mutely led the man to the gargoyle, then paused. “You have to know the password to get to him, but I can probably guess it.” He started naming off all the sweets he knew, and the gargoyle finally moved when he tried “sugar quills.”

Vlad hummed and followed Harry up the stairs.

Harry knocked and waited by turns, until, ten minutes after his initial knock, Dumbledore appeared in a grey dressing gown with magenta stars on it.

“Hello, my boy. Who is this?” He asked, looking at the new arrival.

“I am Count Vlad Dracula, and it is my blood that was used in the potion that turned this boy. We must discuss this.” The man said.

Dumbledore's eyebrows rose, nearly meeting his hairline. “I see. Well, then, come in, both of you. We indeed have quite a bit to discuss.”

They all sat, Harry and Vlad taking the seats in front of Dumbledore's desk while the Headmaster took his customary place behind it. He folded his hands, resting them atop his desk. “What brought you here?” He asked Vlad.

“I felt a child of my line come into being, and followed the Call. A vampire will only feel the Call when a child is born of their direct bloodline. Almost always, this Call is expected. I gave some of my blood to your Ministry, as they wanted to see if they could create a viable potion with it to turn someone without being bitten. I was assured that this would never be used, so I gave them some blood, and I went home. However, in July, I felt the Call start up, and realized that, after twenty years of believing it would not be used, the potion had been used and activated. So I followed the Call. A new vampire without a Sire to learn from is a dangerous thing. I could not allow one of my bloodline to go unchecked. I am especially powerful, as are all of my children.” He explained.

“I'm sorry, but you live in Romania, correct?” Dumbledore asked. “How, then, did you get here? Vampires are not able to travel over water.”

Vlad smiled. “For most vampires, that is true. But I and my direct children are exempt from that rule. You found this out with this one, did you not?” He asked, gesturing to Harry.

Dumbledore looked surprised. “We had assumed that was just a characteristic that he didn’t inherit. After all, he can still see his own reflection, cannot infect others, and he is not immortal, merely close to it.” He told the man.

It was Vlad’s turn to look surprised. “He is a living vampire?! Remarkable.” He breathed.

Harry yawned. “I should probably get back to bed now. I have classes tomorrow.”

Dumbledore nodded. “Yes, Harry, you may go.”

Vlad frowned. “We have not yet discussed his training. He will need it, and I am prepared to teach him what he must know.”

“Tell me what you intend to teach him, and we will set up a schedule and I will provide you with a place to stay while you teach him.” Dumbledore said. “He will meet with me tomorrow to receive his new schedule.” He said.

“Very well.” Vlad relented. “I will speak with you more tomorrow, my child.” He said to Harry.

“Right. Good night, then.” Harry left and headed back to Gryffindor Tower to fall into an exhausted sleep.
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