Practice to Deceive | By : SailorSol Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 12425 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Author’s Note: This story is AU after book 5. It contains NO REFERENCES to book 6 or 7 in any way, shape or form.
CHAPTER 15: BACK FROM THE DEAD
Harry rolled over, and inhaled a nose-full of Hermione’s hair. He opened his eyes to be rewarded with the sight of her cradled in Draco’s arms. He looked over his shoulder to see Ginny facing him, Viktor pressed up behind her. He smiled and reached out to pull Hermione to him, drawing Draco with her. Warmly nestled in the middle of his spouses, Harry allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
He was awakened some time later by warm hands stroking his shaft to life, and nimble fingers stroking his nipples. He moaned in pleasure, and firm lips captured his as a wet mouth closed around his hardness and started suckling it.
He opened his eyes to meet Draco’s, emerald to silver. A quavering moan in his ear and a pair of small, firm breasts pressed into his back told him that Ginny was still behind him. The motions of the body pressed against his back also told him that Viktor had impaled her on his erection and he was pumping in and out in an energetic, but unhurried rhythm.
Harry felt fear rising in him at the presence of an aroused nude male behind him, but he swallowed the fear. He trusted Viktor, and he even loved him a little by now. He had to get over this fear eventually.
Draco saw the shadow cross his face, and he pulled back. He reached down to touch Hermione’s shoulder, causing her to cease in her ministrations.
“What is it, Harry?” he asked.
Harry felt Ginny and Viktor become still behind him.
“You’re afraid of something, Harry,” Draco said. “You weren’t afraid when you and I were sharing Ginerva last night, and Hermione and Viktor were together. What are you afraid of now?”
“Something I have to get past,” Harry said, closing his eyes for a moment to slow his frantic heart. After a few moments, he opened them again.
Draco was pushed back and Hermione’s head came out of the covers. She had that shrewd, calculating look she got when she was figuring something out. Being raised as a Muggle for the first eleven years of her life had given her a somewhat different perspective on human behavior.
“Who was it, Harry,” she demanded. “Was it that whale of a cousin of yours? Was it your uncle?”
Harry paled under the queries, and shrank back a bit.
Hermione’s eyes widened.
“They both did it,” she whispered. “Your aunt didn’t stop them.”
Harry closed his eyes again, this time in pain.
“Are you saying vat I tink you are?” Viktor’s voice entered into the conversation.
Harry felt Ginny sigh and then she had moved away, and Viktor was behind him, pressed up against him, his arousal pressing against Harry’s backside.
Harry stiffened in fear, whimpering slightly.
“No, Harry,” Draco said, stroking the face of the other wizard. “Don’t pull away from us. We won’t hurt you. We love you.”
“You know it is not a ting of pain,” Viktor’s spoke breathily into his ear. “You know dat it can be a ting of unimaginable pleasure. Let us show you, Draco und I. Ve can remind you of de beauty of luv betveen men.”
“I’m afraid,” Harry whined. “I don’t want to be frightened of you, but I can’t help it.”
“Ve vill show you, Harry,” Viktor promised. “I vill remind you of dat night after de Yule Ball.”
Viktor’s lips traced the edges of Harry’s ear, and his tongue delved into the folds of his ear, pulling another moan from the younger wizard. His callused hands explored Harry’s chest, tracing the lines of the muscles and the expanses of tanned skin.
Meanwhile, Draco’s hands found Harry’s half-wilted cock and stroked it back to hardness. He leaned down and licked at Harry’s nipples until they were as hard as pebbles.
Harry moaned under their touch, arching into the hands and lips that teased him. He heard Hermione gasp and looked at the foot of the bed to see Ginny and Hermione kissing passionately. One of Ginny’s hands was between Hermione’s thighs, and Hermione was trembling as she kneaded one of Ginny’s breasts.
The sight aroused him more, and he found himself trembling in passion instead of fear when Viktor’s hand finally brushed his buttocks and traced the crease at the bottom.
Harry almost panicked when Viktor delved a lubricated finger into the cleft of his backside, but Draco moved down and chose to wrap his lips around Harry’s hardness a heartbeat later.
Harry arched his back when he felt Draco’s mouth surround him, involuntarily pushing his rump into Viktor’s hand. The exploring finger sank into Harry’s anus to the first knuckle before any of them were aware it was happening.
Completely lost in the feel of Draco suckling on him, Harry barely noticed when the finger penetrated further, wriggling around to loosen him up. He did notice, however, when the finger had penetrated far enough to brush against something that brought him so much pleasure that he cried out.
While he was riding the high of that feeling, the finger withdrew, and two wriggled their way into his loosened muscle. That burned, and Harry tensed, expecting the burn to be followed by pain. Instead, Viktor waited for Harry to become accustomed to the intrusion, allowing the burn to die down. Once it did, he started pumping his fingers in and out, scissoring them slightly to further loosen his lover, and to make him aware that there was no pain coming.
As if sensing what was happening, Draco slowed the pace of his sucking, drawing it out more and pausing every once in a while to lave the head of Harry’s penis with his tongue. While he was doing that, Viktor took advantage of Harry’s distraction, and added a third finger, again pausing until Harry relaxed, and then continuing.
Harry whined in frustration when Viktor’s fingers left him. He moaned in anticipation when he felt pressure on his anus again, and then his eyes opened wide when he felt something larger breach him. He started to hyperventilate, fighting down the panic that Viktor’s actions caused. Draco chose to distract him further by speeding up his sucking again, drawing Harry deep into his mouth. Harry cried out as he came in Draco’s mouth and Viktor sheathed himself completely inside Harry.
Viktor stayed very still while Harry calmed down from his orgasm, and then the pulled almost all the way out, and then sheathed himself again, angling his penetration so that he rubbed Harry’s prostate.
Harry gasped, and instinctively pushed towards Viktor, trying to cause whatever-it-was to happen again. Viktor withdrew and thrust in again, eliciting another gasp from Harry, and more movement.
Draco moved up so that he was level with Harry, and started teasing Harry’s nipples as Viktor built a steady rhythm. Harry’s gasps turned to moans, and then cries as he felt more pleasure than he ever thought possible while being so thoroughly shagged.
Unfortunately for Viktor, Harry’s pleasure built slower than his did. He reached a point where he could not stave off his orgasm. He pounded a few times into Harry and came; shooting into his lover while Harry trembled on the brink of fulfillment.
Aroused beyond his own tolerance, Draco pulled Harry to him, pulled the other wizard’s legs up above his waist, found Harry’s loosened entrance, and sheathed himself in one frenzied thrust.
Harry cried out in eagerness and grabbed at Draco’s shoulders as the Slytherin started pumping in and out of him in a hurried and almost mindless rhythm. While both of the girls and Viktor watched, the two of them quickly matched the timeless rhythm of passion until they both climaxed with a cry so loud it was almost a scream.
~*~*~*~*~
Halfway down the hall, in the Lord’s chambers, Astrid and Lilith smiled at one another over Severus’ sleeping form and then closed their eyes to go back to sleep.
Max had other ideas. He sidled up behind Astrid and started kissing the nape of her neck.
She closed her eyes and did her best to keep her breathing even so that she wouldn’t wake Severus. She didn’t see his eyes slit open and then turn towards her. She was aware of him shifting around in front of her, and then she felt his lips on hers, and his hands on her breasts. She opened her green eyes to meet his black ones, and then leaned into his kiss, slipping her arms around his neck while she ground her buttocks into Max’s rapidly hardening shaft.
On the other side of Severus, Alfred pulled on Lilith until she was on her back and moved until he could settle on her, with his hips between her thighs. He gently started kissing her while his fingers roamed over her bountiful breasts, searching for the hardening nubs that he knew would be there.
***** *****
It was after noon before either quintet emerged from their chambers and sought the dining room on the ground floor. The house elves, recently acquired by the Mayor for the manor, had prepared a large breakfast and had kept it hot until the inhabitants of the manor were ready to eat.
After eating, the ten of them reluctantly began the walk that would take them around the lake and up to the school. Harry and three of his spouses had classes the next day, and Viktor needed to attend practice sessions with Scotland’s Quidditch team, not to mention games. His next game was against Ireland, at Ireland’s home field. He had already promised to bring back presents for both his partners and their de facto parents.
Halfway around the lake, Harry noticed some movement in some bushes. They all stopped, hands on their wands, waiting for whatever it was to make itself known.
Finally, a large dark dog emerged from the brush. It was short-coated, and its coat was actually black and gray. It wagged energetically and barked happily before bounding towards Harry.
Lilith quickly yanked Harry back, and Astrid stepped forward, her wand raised.
“Back off,” Astrid said. “I know you’re not really a dog. Show yourself, before I stun you and summon the Headmaster.”
The dog growled, and then looked past her, to Harry, and whined.
“What’s going on, Astrid?” Harry asked.
“Use the gifts you got from the Binding with Lilith and I,” Astrid said. “This isn’t a dog. He’s an animagus, and he seems to think that you should know him.”
“But I don’t know him,” Harry said. “I mean, he vaguely resembles a dog I used to know, up until last year, but that dog was black, and shaggy. Besides, he’s dead.”
“Snuffles isn’t dead, Harry,” Hermione said. “Remember, Ginny and I saw Bellatrix, and Astrid was the one that pointed out that the Veil might not lead where the Ministry says it does.”
“But this isn’t Snuffles,” Harry said. “Snuffles was black, and shaggy. This dog is gray, and he’s short haired.”
“So we bring him up to the castle with us,” Hermione said. “We can find out what’s going on while we’re up there.”
“Yes,” Astrid said. “That map of yours, Harry, should tell us who this is.” She turned back to the dog.
“You have this one chance,” she told him. “You reveal yourself the minute we’re in our quarters in the dungeons, or I will find out another way, and I won’t be happy.”
The dog barked urgently.
“Don’t tell me you’re a dog,” Astrid said. “We both know you’re not. Now, you come along, or you’ll be sorry.”
The dog sighed and then sat down and wagged his tail.
“Let’s get going,” Lilith said. “The sooner we get to the castle, the sooner we’ll get this sorted out.”
The rest of the walk to the castle was uneventful. McGonagall was waiting on the castle steps, with Madame Pomfrey. The nurse handed a potion to Ginny and Hermione, and asked Astrid and Lilith if they wanted one.
“What is it?” Ginny asked, sniffing at the phial and making a face.
“It’s a pregnancy prevention potion, Miss Weasley,” Madam Pomfrey said. “The dedication of a new Lord or Lady is a fertility ritual, and even if a girl is not in the right place in her cycle, there’s an increased chance of pregnancy.”
“Oh,” Ginny said. She turned and looked at the three wizards that she had promised to marry.
“It’s up to you, Gin,” Harry said. “It depends on if you want to be a mother this young.”
“Not really,” Ginny said. She took a deep breath and then downed the potion. She looked surprised as she swallowed. She looked at Hermione with a shocked look on her face.
“It actually tastes good,” she said. “That’s the first medical potion I’ve taken that didn’t taste awful.”
“It’s because of the ingredients, Miss Weasley,” Astrid said. Her formal address reminded all of them that they had returned to school.
Hermione downed her potion without comment and then handed the empty phial to the nurse.
“What about you two?” Madam Pomfrey asked.
Astrid shook her head emphatically.
“I was on a contraceptive potion,” she said. “I don’t need a preventative.”
“If you say so, dear,” Madame Pomfrey said. “You’re not a student, after all.”
“Neither am I, anymore,” Lilith said. “I’ll pass on the potion.”
“Very well,” the nurse replied, closing the box of phials. “If you experience any changes in your magic or if you skip your next cycle, come see me.”
“Yes, Poppy,” Astrid said. She kissed the nurse on her cheek and led the way into the castle and down to the dungeons, the dog following Harry closely.
~*~*~*~*~
When they reached the dungeons, Astrid erected the complex locking and silencing charms that they now habitually used, and then turned to the dog.
The dog sighed again, looked over at Harry, and then lowered its head.
Before their eyes, the dog transformed from a canid into a human. He raised his head, with its gray-streaked hair, and looked at Harry again.
Harry stared in shock for a long moment, and then he rushed forward to hug the man and be folded into his arms.
“Sirius!”
TBC
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