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Dark Knight	By : xDAISUKIx Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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ALERT ALERTALERT!

I am sooo sorry guys. I just rechecked every single site that has a poll on it and I realized that what I wrote on the last chapter was WRONG. I have now changed the previous chapter and now I must announce:

THE POLL HAS NOT FINISHED!

I will tell you why:

Snape: 38

Charlie: 22

Collin/Dennis: 22

Colin: 27

Nathaniel: 28

OMFG, how did I miss that? End of poll will be next chapter- so people who haven't voted; THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!

Main Story Idea and betaed by the patient: SuirenAngel

Written by the slightly crazy and lazy: NeuroticNeko

This contains no Dumbledore bashing (and he's still alive), no Weasley bashing. This is boyxboy.

ALL OF HARRY'S MATES ARE MALE

If you don't know what that means then you shouldn't be here…

Running out of Author's note space, so I'll only answer a few today...

Qwinn: I really liked your review, it was very uplifting. Those are very good questions and I'll try to answer them to the best of my abilities.

1. Draco, Ryr and Sebastian were put aside because I already had 'plans' for them, they are either mates of important to the progress of the main plotline in this story. I did put this alert above the first 'poll' chapter.

2. In that scene, everything 'happened' very fast, so I'm not surprised that people would be confused. Harry saw the submissive in danger and released a 'warning call' to gather all submissives to him that are potential mates (to protect them). So in that part, all the people there (except maybe the Creevey brothers) realised at that point that they were somehow 'potential' mates for Harry.

3. Did you miss the point where that bully was holding Nathaniel as a hostage and threatening him wand to neck? And then after that I'm pretty sure the bad guy fired off a spell. Even if he wasn't harmed terribly, that still would have been a pretty traumatic experience.

4. I'm pretty sure that Madam Pomfrey was worried, but remember that this was in the dead of the night, neither the guys fooling around with their girlfriends nor Harry (who just met Ryr) and Nathaniel were supposed to be out and about so late at night.

So, I hope that clears things up- I think maybe you read too fast, ahahah. Like me. I always miss things the first time I read something through. Anyway, heres the next chapter! And I'm sorry to everyone for being a week and a day late. XD

SP777: Wow… that's pretty… From no slash, to slash- to 3plus O.O .

I'm glad you think Harry is badass. My friend read some of the action sequences and he thought it was pretty badass too. Though of course I didn't tell him what it was from…ahaha

Thank you for such a long review and for telling me that you've been looking out for this fic! It makes me sooo happy!

Everyone: Thanks to everyone who gave me honest reviews on what they thought and kept nagging me to update, it really helped!

The amber light from the streetlamps cast dark shadows all over Hogsmeade and all was quiet except for the rowdy bar and the occasional dinner party held within doors. Of course, there are always exceptions and the drunken man with the empty beer bottle was an example of that. The slurred version of "The Witch is Dead" that was pitched through resembled the actual song just as much as a pea would resemble, let's say, a whale. Nada

Well, back to the description of an ordinary Hogsmeade night.

Like it always did, a black cat sat upon the rooftop of a nondescript house, eyes unblinking and unmoving. Its fur was much like the night sky, and the night sky was a satin cloth unto which millions of diamonds had been scattered carelessly by an infant hand; though it was much too cloudy to see single bloody star.

Cough.

One of the streetlamps stuttered and immediately, a night watchman sent a Patronus to the man who fixed such things. Through the winking light, a tall figure in flowing robes exited through a tattered door and quickly made its way through the cobbled pathways.

Harry had only one thought as the portkey whisked him back to familiar places.

He was really, really glad.

The sickening motion stopped and Harry's limbs fell into an ungainly heap. Gingerly rubbing the back of his head, he pushed himself up and made his way out of yet another mysterious, unknown, deserted shop. How many of those are there, anyway?

But…he was really glad to be back in Hogsmeade.

The night air was lukewarm and Harry looked up at the sky, wanting to find his godfather's constellation. No luck, Harry frowned at the clouds.

Was a storm coming?

A bit too warm, he took off his robes and grey waistcoat, until he was only clad in his navy undershirt with the sleeves rolled up and the first three buttons undone.

In a few minutes, Harry spied the tree that indicated the beginning of the Hogwart's wards and he smiled.

He was really, really, really glad to be back home.

Morbidly, images of flashing teeth, of blood seeping from open wounds and claws digging into flesh rattled through his mind.

Draco Abraxas Malfoy had terrible, horrific dreams that night. The humid night air didn't help any, as it filtered through the draperies that hung over the large window in his dorm. The dreams were particularly loud as well, bugger them, and Draco was twisting in his thin sheets, his fingers scrabbling to gain hold of the mattress as his face scrunched up.

They were terrible dreams mainly because, they featured a particular…

Boy

The dreams that night began innocently, or as innocently wet dreams could be.

Draco wrapped his arms around the slim figure below him, skin tingling warmly as his fingertips trailed over the silky flesh of the person- the male, beneath him. His naughty fingers trailed lower and then they were touching swollen heated flesh. As his lover mewled prettily, he thrust his cock his deeper into the slick ring of flesh and grabbed the male by the hair, fingers slipping through a wild, tousled mane. He moaned and thrust as sparks flew behind his eyelids and he was slipping deeper, deeper-

And suddenly all the sensation was brutally ripped from him. Draco floated in blackness for moments before feeling was returned to him in small quantities.

He was aware of his position first, of soft sheets against his backside. He was naked and lying on a bed. Slowly, his sense of smell was returned and a soft summer scent caressed his nose. Then, abruptly, touch returned and he was still touching wild, tousled hair. The thick strands curled around his fingers. The cool tufts comforted him and Draco almost relaxed into the dream- but then a hot tongue was trailing up the pale column of his neck and all his nerve endings burst into flame. Wriggling madly, Draco tried to move, tried to see, but he just couldn't. The darkness against his eyes was too strong.

The tip of the tongue flattened and the hot appendage was swiping the sensitive place just under the chin. Draco was grabbing the hair with his entire life by then, no thought of protest, even as his voice was returned. The tongue continued to trail upwards and suddenly he was aware of a heavy body above his, a strong masculine scent filling his nostrils and the feel of skin against skin as their taut stomachs lay against each other. Draco arched up into the wonderful pleasure and his world exploded every single strand of his being focused on the wetness against his lips and each slide that rubbed the hardness beneath their waists together. The pressure against his lips grew hotter and Draco gasped. The moment his lips opened, the slick appendage slipped through soft lips and Draco was utterly lost as their tongues and lips moved heatedly against and in and around each other. His eyelids lightened and Draco rubbed harder against the other male, eliciting keening sounds from both of them before he slitted his eyes open.

His questing eyes met wild black hair which curled damply against a sweaty forehead before sloping down into lust darkened green eyes.

Bloody hell

Draco had been burning, writhing in pleasure and lost in his erotic dream and now it felt like someone had blatantly dumped a whole bucketful of cold water all over his body - and some ice too.

Harry bloody Potter

The boy above him lifted one of his arms and twined his ridiculously long fingers with Draco's and the pale blond boy continued to twitch uncontrollably in pleasure as those lips played with his earlobe and that tongue caressed the delicate shell of his ear.

Why? Why!?

Wet lips moved against his earlobe and something was breathed hotly into his ear, tickling the small hairs within. Draco came from that alone, his body was shuddering and toes curling as his cock erupted onto that wonderfully tanned stomach.

Only seconds later, did Draco realize what had been whispered in passion.

"Malfoy"

Harry woke blearily to the sound of slamming windows. Someone shouted- Ron, probably, and heavy curtains were drawn over grey, covering the rumbling sky and stowing away the sight of raindrops the size of marbles. He rolled over, only to find that a lot of things were poking into him uncomfortably. The sound of thunder rattled the windowpanes and shrieking could be heard from as far as the girl's dormitory. Harry thumped his pillow and then stuck a hand under his back to withdraw the pair of shoes he had tossed carelessly onto the bed- and he was still wearing last night's clothes, which meant his hard leather belt had slipped up and was now digging into his tail.

Harry sighed and wriggled, pulling the belt off and letting his tail flick around the soft sheets of his bed, getting the kinks out of it.

Harry had known that it wouldn't be a good day, not with all the thunder and rain- not with yesterday's confusion and battle for dominancy still fresh in his mind; The pain, still fresh in his mind. But surprisingly, it was even worse. The whole dorm of Gryffindors became rather like a bunch of wet socks, limp and unappealing.

And then, as the final straw, the Gryffindor team Quidditch tryouts had been cancelled and postponed till Wednesday because of soggy field conditions- and that led to more grumpiness all around.

Harry sighed into his breakfast and outside, lightning rolled across the sky. Hermione's hair was in worse condition than usual and so was her temper. Ron was…well, Ron, but more depressed since he had been told no one in the eighth year could try out for Quidditch, never mind that it had been cancelled today, anyway.

"I can't believe it" Ron moaned into his soggy oatmeal. "I mean, we're still here aren't we!?"

Hermione shot an annoyed look at the dishevelled red hair, "Ron! I can't believe your still on about that! We have Charms homework due tomorrow!"

Harry snorted his pumpkin juice and groaned. "Late night homework, great"

Hermione rolled her eyes and scooped some oatmeal into her spoon. She was about to put it in her mouth but then put the silverware down gently into her bowl and coughed, her eyes flickering to Harry's face.

"Harry…" She began, in her diplomatic voice.

The Boy-Who-Lived bit into a slice of toast, chewing slowly.

"Yersh?"

As if sensing the mood, Ron sat up a bit, his eyes flicking between the two of them.

"I know you had a big day yesterday-"

Ron snorted.

"-but I know you came back just after dinner, I saw you… But Ron says that he couldn't find you-"

Harry shot Ron a dirty look. The redhead furrowed his brows and shrugged.

"-where were you Harry? I'm worried- we're worried. You're always disappearing out of the blue..."

Harry scowled into his toast and brushed away a strand of annoying hair from his face. He'd visited Ryr again, like he'd done nightly since he'd met him. It was relaxing, frankly, and the naiad knew nothing about Harry.

Ryr was also just, he was-

"Harry?"

"I…go for introspective walks" Harry added, for the sole benefit of Ron.

Ron frowned, "Wha?"

Hermione giggled and Ron shot her a bewildered look, Hermione giggled again and patted Ron lightly on the cheek. The redhead blushed and ducked into his oatmeal.

"I know what intro-spec-tive means…" he muttered, the red spreading to his neck.

Harry chuckled deeply and continued, "I just go for walks, 'Mione."

Hermione frowned, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

The Boy-Who-Lived rested his chin on his knuckles.

"Sometimes, I feel like everything was only yesterday…Sirius, Remus, and Tonks… All those people, all those Aurors… Moody…"

"It's okay, Harry… none of that was your fault. Everything had to be that way- otherwise there wouldn't have been peace today. That's all that matters"

Harry started guiltily at the sound of Ron's voice. And the rare moments of philosophy that sometimes spouted from the mouth of his long-time friend.

"Yeah, I guess"

One of the things Harry hated most in this world was lying to his friends. He loved them both dearly and it ached to have to lie, to have to keep secrets.

He lowered his eyelashes to the table and grimaced.

The tables cleared and all three got up and went to their classes.

Defence Against the Dark Arts were the first time Harry had to deal with Malfoy that day. Snape was being his usual self again- maybe perhaps just a tad edgier, glaring at Harry with particular force when he thought that the Saviour wasn't watching.

Harry couldn't for the life of him not realise that his Professor was staring…glaring?

Not when it felt like someone was pressing two burning coals onto his back. Harry felt slightly singed.

If Snape was acting strange, Draco was acting stranger. All twitchy and bothered.

Yesterday-

Grimacing and furtively wiping a hand over his mouth, Harry wrinkled his nose at his wand, desperately trying to act normal. God, he had swapped saliva with the bloody ferret.

Quickly reading through the list of spells that he was expected to put into use today, Harry yelped as a misfired flame spell from Neville's side lit his instruction booklet. Quickly, he performed aguamenti, but it was too late and the paper was already beyond legible.

Harry grimaced, he wouldn't be able to borrow anyone else's, they all had different weaknesses and strengths, after all. Mouthing one of the spells he thought he had glimpsed before the paper was burnt, Harry pointed his wand towards Neville.

A foul sulphur smelling light hurtled towards a petrified Neville, who reacted with a slightly late shielding charm. A bright yellow mist surrounded the boy, before it all condensed and what was left was a splotchy mess on the ground that smelled like rotten eggs and milk. Neville wiped his brow, glad to not have any actually on him.

Snape appearing, ghosting silently behind Neville and Harry, a grimace plastered on his face as he stared at them- at Harry- and spoke, his lips pressed thinly together.

"Mr. Longbottom…Mr…Potter. It seems that saving the Wizarding world from peril hasn't taught you to…pay attention." He glared at Harry.

The thin, sallow man swished his wand and the mess disappeared, but it didn't seem like the Professor was going to give Harry a new set of instructions and Harry had to spend the rest of his lesson ignoring the snickers from the Slytherin table and staring a hole into his Professor's back; Stupid, greasy, hook-nosed bastard.

At the end of the lesson, and as the rest of the students were already making their way to their next class, Snape slitted his eyes at Harry and spoke loudly, though they were the only ones still in the room.

"Thirty points off Gryffindor"

Harry turned heel and stormed out the Defence classroom.

The black haired man within the room smirked.

Bloody buggering hell! Thirty points!

What had he ever done to Snape?

Angrily, Harry stalked down the corridor, growling. Thirty!

Thirty house points!

As the fuming Boy-Who-Lived turned the corner the world around him tumbled and the colours whirled madly together. His brain didn't even realise what had happened when he heard a muted crack!

A lightning bolt of pain later and Harry was writhing in agony, his palms pressed against his face, smothering the source of the hurt, staining his hands with blood.

Staggering upright, Harry pressed a palm against the wall to steady him. As he did, the small pool of blood he had been cupping within his palm smeared against the stone walls.

Slowly, like a lion, he directed his glare to the place where he had tripped over. Nothing, why? Stilling his breath, he cast his eyes all over the place.

Ah

Very faintly, and only through the use of his inherited Scáth senses, he could hear the faint whooshing of air as someone- more than one person breathe, he could hear the light thrumming of an overexcited pulse.

He grabbed his wand roughly and yanked it out of his pocket, pointing it directly at the space.

The grey stone quivered and Harry pointed his wand, extending a long arm through the long black drapes of his robes.

Narrowing his eyes, he spoke.

"Finite incantatem"

Harry watched in silence as the disillusionment charm faded.

As soon as Draco left the classroom, he cast the disillusionment charm on both Crabbe and Goyle. Grabbing Goyle by the lapels, he pulled the stocky boy towards him. The lips meshed together and Draco pushed the other against the wall.

Through the raging bloodlust, and the coppery taste of blood on his tongue, Draco cursed Potter. Cursed the ridiculous dream he had had last night. Cursed the fact that he could almost remember the feel of tangled hair between his fingers and the feel Potter's breath on his ear.

Growling, Draco dug his teeth into the chapped lips below him and hooked his fingers into the cool cloth of Goyle's robes. Suddenly, the boy rocked into him and let out a quiet huff against Draco's lips. Crabbe had joined the fray.

Ignoring him, Draco traced his lips with his tongue, tasting the tangy blood from Goyle's lips. It wasn't enough, not by far. Growling in frustration, he attacked the column of Goyle's neck, nestling his head in the crook of the neck and suckling all the delicate places. Goyle let out a breathy moan and trembled as Crabbe rutted from behind.

Loud stomping broke through the sounds of teenage foolery and Draco, with his slightly enhanced senses, lifted his head from Goyle neck. Seeing Potter, he froze and snaked his hands around both Crabbe and Goyle, to keep them still.

But in an act of desperation, Crabbe crushed his erection into Goyle's behind and trembled silently as he came within his trousers.

Draco watched, shivering, as the Golden Boy spied the trembling that must have blown the disillusionment charm.

Crabbe's eyes widened as he came out of his post-orgasmic haze and his face paled as the tip of Potter's wand pointed threateningly at his face.

Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sharp claws raked the inside of his chest as he gazed disbelieving at the three people in front of him. Shock turned into disgust as he saw the look of post-coital bliss on Crabbe's ugly mug. Sneering, he turned his gaze to the taller one, Goyle. A red blush decorated his face and a very obvious lump strained at the front of his trousers.

Utterly . . . Disgusting

Harry snarled.

Ugly brutes

How dare-

Harry caught himself in time. His gaze travelled over Goyle's bruised neck, his bitten and bleeding lips. Almost reluctantly, he turned the full force of his gaze at the tallest, the white-blonde one. Draco Malfoy.

Almost immediately, his eyes zeroed in on the blonde's cherry red lips. Blood

The Saviour's eyes flicker between the two boys.

A shriek resounded in Harry's ears and he barely even registered as Crabbe flung himself away from the wall and took off down the corridor.

To hide like the coward he was, probably.

Malfoy smirked and lazily licked the blood off his lips.

Harry’s own blood boiled. But why was he like this? Why did he do things like this? Why was he fighting Malfoy? Did he even want to hurt him?

Why had he kissed Malfoy? So what if the hormones in the air had drieven him crazy- Why had he…

Deftly, Harry cursed Goyle, watching as boils spread up over his neck. Coldly, he stunned him as well and left the stocky boy shuddering on the ground, moaning in agony.

Grinning in fiendish delight, he turned to Malfoy. For a second, hot rage blinded him and he could barely breath- he gasped for breath and he could barely breathe through the blood clotting up in his nose. But then the anger cooled, but still, it simmered brightly.

"I always knew Slytherins were sluts" He hissed, narrowing his eyes.

There was hurt in the pureblood's eyes. And the sadistic part of Harry relished it.

The still-red mouth curved upwards and Malfoy spoke, tugging at his collar.

"Are you naturally this idiotic, Potter?" The grey-eyed boy smoothed his shirt down.

"Or do you practice?"

Shooting an aborted stinging hex towards Malfoy, Harry snarled.

"Have your insults gotten that weak, Malfoy? Your father will be hearing about this, and I don't think he'll be too happy."

Draco flinched and growled, "You know where he is Potter. Despite the fact that you also bloody know that he never participated in the Final Battle"

Harry fixed his gaze on the arrogant prat, his eyes trailing downwards. With grim satisfaction, Harry noticed that the Malfoy scion didn't sport a lump in the front of his trousers.

Suddenly, a burst of white light covered his arm and Harry dropped to the ground, nursing his wrist; the stinging hex. Wordless- and powerful, Harry noticed, as the flesh began to swell. Quickly, he tipped his wand upwards and managed to set Malfoy's robes alight.

The blonde boy whimpered and began to incant the aguamenti spell. Goyle, who seems to have calmed down (and popped all his boils) made a dash for it, tossing one last look over his shoulder.

Harry grinned and taunted Malfoy, "They all leave you, Malfoy. What are you going to do?"

A burst of orange scissored its way through the air before Malfoy made a dash for it, with Harry right on his heels. Orange scent filled his nose and Harry sneezed, his eyes watering.

"Aeratulus"

The curtain of orange was softly blown away and Harry shot a bat-bogey hex towards the fleeing Malfoy.

In front of him, the blonde sent two successive flipendo spells. The second one hit Harry square in the chest, but not before he got Malfoy with a well-aimed confundus.

The Boy-Who-Lived slammed into the wall behind him and felt the soft bones in his tail snap and crack. His vision swam and all he could do was retch all over the floor in front of him. When his vision cleared, he wiped his mouth with the corner of his sleeve.

Stumbling, he made his way to where Malfoy was leaning against the wall, chewing his lips softly.

The boy seemed to frown at the taste, and raised his fingers to his lips. When red came off, he looked startled, and began to rub it off hastily.

When Harry stood before him, Malfoy's frame tensed and he gazed upon Harry in confusion before smirking lightly,

"What, Potter? Have a little run in with one of Hagrid's little beasties?"

With a growl, Harry socked the pureblood and watched in satisfaction as some of the dried blood from his fist smeared onto the ferret's pale face.

"What, Malfoy?" He mocked as his fingers crept towards the pale column of a throat.

"Have a run in with one of Gryffindor's little beasties?"

Slowly, Harry caressed the delicate neck before he tightened his hold and watched as the white-blonde hair tossed back and forth as Malfoy's slender fingers scrabbled for hold on the fingers in an iron cuff around his neck.

With a grunt, Malfoy heaved himself backward in a surprising show of strength and twisted so that when he flung himself at the wall, Harry was knocked into the stone also. His breath was knocked out of him for a moment but he still held on. Malfoy did it again and Harry grunted.

"One show pony, eh, Malfoy?"

The blonde's face darkened before he charged into the wall again- but this time, Harry faced the full brunt of it alone. He felt one of his ribs crack and he tightened his hold on the pureblood's neck. Malfoy's face went red, then purple and Harry roared in victory as-

Malfoy was ripped from him.

What the fuck?

Harry spun around, only to get a face full of growling Snape. The other's wand was pointed threateningly at the tip of the Saviour's chin.

Unwavering, even in the face of a raging Boy-Who-Lived, Snape stood his ground and gazed at Harry with unblinking black eyes, no emotion displayed except for quietly seething anger.

"Drop your wand, Potter"

Harry didn't move, his face frozen into an expression of distaste.

"I said… drop your wand, Potter!" The sallow faced man growled.

Harry loosened the grip of his right hand slightly and the thrumming wand fell to the ground, clinking a few times before it rolled to a rest.

Swiftly, Snape immobilized both boys and using his magic, he sailed both of them through the air. Harry and Malfoy sneered at each other from within their respective bubbles.

As they rounded the corner, the teacher and his two disobedient pupils ran into a severe woman with a tightly coiled bun and next to her, fidgeting, was a rather dishevelled Goyle. McGonagall shrieked in horror as she saw the extensive damage to both boys and squawked at Snape, asking what happened, why it happened, and turning her stern eyes upon both her students, she asked them why they were always fighting? Why couldn't they just get along?

Harry sneaked a look at Malfoy's horribly blotched face and the dark purple bruises which outlined Harry's hands perfectly… and felt a bit sorry.

NEXT CHAPTER: A MOMENT IN THE INFIRMARY. WHAT WILL HAPPEN BETWEEN THEM???
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