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The Rise of the Drackens	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 769456 -:- Recommendations : 71 -:- Currently Reading : 219
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A/N: Just so you know this is the chapter that will invoke the marmite effect.
Last Time
The clock in their living room struck one in the morning and Harry looked at it in surprise, all of a sudden feeling the weariness of the day take over him. He yawned widely behind his hand, yet before he could voice out loud that perhaps it was time for bed, Blaise had gently scooped him up like a child and was carrying him to the bedroom.
Harry smiled happily and as he snuggled into bed, Blaise on one side of him and Draco on the other, he wondered when everything was going to be blown to hell.

Chapter Seventeen – Everything Burns in Hell

Harry had been anxious for the last few days that remained before his heat period. Blaise and Draco had tried everything to make him relax, from baths, massages, hugs and talking, but Harry still had a bad feeling that something was going to go wrong. He had a feeling that something was missing.
He couldn’t put his finger on it, but all of the hair on the back of his neck stood up on end the closer his heat came. He got irritable and snappy and he didn’t know why, his Dracken side was rebelling and it was all Harry could do to keep his scales, fangs, claws and wings sheathed during lessons.

“Are you going down with that sickness again, Harry?” Dean Thomas asked during Potions on the Thursday, the day before he was supposed to go on heat.

Harry was shaking and sweating, he could barely sit still let alone concentrate on his potion and his fingers were digging into the desk edge.

“I think I might be.” Harry replied tightly, his voice strained and little more than a whisper, yet Snape heard them, of course he did, he was a Dracken. It wasn’t any wonder to him now that no student got to hold a conversation in lessons with Snape within a ten foot radius.

“Something to share with the class, Potter?” He asked silkily.

“No, Sir, I just…I think I’m unwell.”

“Again? Surely this is milking your illness for everything it’s worth, Potter. Don’t you think that you have taken it just a tad too far?”

Harry didn’t take anything the Professor said to heart, he knew that the man had to remain in character so no one realised that they were all illegal creatures, but it was so difficult today and he would have snapped had it not been for his courageous Gryffindor friends. His stupid, foolish, Gryffindor friends, jumping in before he could do so himself.

“Harry is not milking his illness!” Dean shouted, enraged on Harry’s behalf.

“He’s really ill!” Seamus added. “All you have to do is look at him to know that!”

“I think you’re being unfair, Professor, Harry does look unwell and he has been suffering lately, I heard Madam Pomfrey say so!” Parvati joined in, Lavender nodding seriously beside her.

Harry smiled. He was so, so happy that he had friends in Gryffindor still, friends who could hardly care less that he was in love and going out with two Slytherins, in fact Lavender and Parvati constantly begged him for little titbits of his personal life, asking him all sorts of questions that made his face light up like a flame. Them and Ginny too, who was still trying to grill him for details on his sex life with Blaise and Draco.

“Silence!” Snape hissed. “Twenty points from Gryffindor. Zabini, Malfoy, take Potter to the hospital wing as he obviously wishes for more people to fawn over him.”

Blaise was immediately by his side, helping him gently to his feet as Draco wrapped an arm around his back to support him on his jelly like legs.

“Attention seeking prat.” Ron said loudly enough for Harry to hear him, as well as half the class and a certain dominant Dracken.

“Ten more points from Gryffindor and a detention tonight, Weasley for disrupting my class further! What will it take for you to learn to keep your abnormally large mouth closed?!” Snape snapped.

Harry giggled, but hid it under a hacking cough, draping himself over Blaise, who half dragged; half carried him out of the Potions classroom.
Harry was sweating profusely by the time that Draco and Blaise had led him to the seventh floor from the dungeons and he was out of breath when they finally reached their rooms. He collapsed onto their settee and just lay there whining deeply in the back of his throat.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, diletto. I’m sorry.” Blaise apologised as he caressed his cheek, looking so apologetic that it was borderline pathetic.

Harry smiled and turned to lay a kiss to the hand on his face. “You can’t know everything, Blaise. Maybe this is what a second heat is supposed to be like.”

“We’ll wait for Severus.” Draco told him worriedly. “He’ll know what’s wrong. He’s older than all of us, he can help.”

Harry nodded slowly as he settled down more into the soft cushions. He couldn’t control the continuous whine, he couldn’t stop it and it made it very difficult to fall asleep, but somehow he managed it.
He woke up to a rough hand on his forehead and he hissed pitifully at it rolling away to stop the dominant Dracken from touching him.

“Kindly keep still, Mister Potter.” Snape’s silky drawl cut through his sleepy hissing and Harry frowned a bit, but he remained still as that hand clamped down over his forehead again. “You’re temperature shouldn’t have risen this high.”

“He is on his heat tomorrow.” Draco pointed out, his voice coming from the chair behind Snape.

“It still shouldn’t be this high. Harry, have you accepted Draco? This sort of occurrence only happens when you don’t have all of your mates around you in the week commencing your heat.”

“Yes.” Harry answered immediately with no preamble or hesitance.

“Perhaps the rejection messed with the breeding cycle.” Snape hedged looking thoughtful. “No submissive has ever partly rejected a dominant and then taken the same dominant as a mate.”

“What are you saying?” Harry asked worriedly, he had come to love Draco, he couldn’t lose him now.

“That perhaps your Dracken hasn’t fully accepted Draco back.”

“Well that will be sorted by the heat won’t it? I love Draco, I don’t care what my Dracken wants, he’s mine!”

“You may not have a choice in that, Mister Potter.”

“Damn well watch me have a choice!” Harry snarled.

He couldn’t believe that after everything he might still lose Draco. It wasn’t a bloody option!

“We will ultimately find out tomorrow.” Snape said, before rising to his feet from his knelt down position by the settee.

“There is nothing you can do?” Blaise asked.

“I cannot do anything, Mister Zabini, because I do not know what the problem is.”

Blaise nodded and the three of them watched as Snape left their rooms and shut the door behind him. Harry looked at his two mates and bit his lip. Come tomorrow everything could be blissfully wonderful, or everything would be utterly ruined.

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Harry’s eyes snapped open and he breathed in deeply, wide awake in a matter of seconds. He rolled on the bed between his mates; sweat beading on his body which felt constrained by his clothing.
He kicked off his boxer shorts and yanked off his sleep shirt. He rolled around and pulled in another deep breath. He remembered this part of the heat all too well and he wasn’t happy to have to go through the burning again, he hated the feeling of being burnt alive.
He mewled and whined in distress and both Blaise and Draco were awake within moments, both touching him, both kissing every inch of his body, both ripping off the minimal clothing they had gone to bed in.
Blaise took over his mouth as Draco latched onto a nipple, sucking it viciously. Harry arched from the bed and twisted his hands into Blaise’s hair, tugging on it and pulling him closer.
Draco’s mouth slid from his nipple and down to his side, nipping gently on the soft flesh of his belly, his hand cupping his bum and squeezing it, making Harry moan into Blaise’s mouth.
Blaise pulled Harry’s body under his own and Harry felt the hardness that pressed against him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he had thought that Draco would be the one to take him first, but the thought was driven from his mind by a single forward thrust of Blaise’s hips as his mate imbedded himself inside of his body.
Harry mewled as he jerked in response to Blaise’s movements, feeling only a small burn in his lower back at the sudden completion caused by his mate’s body joining his through his tiny entrance. The small burn couldn’t ever hope to achieve the level of pure heat and searing discomfort that his body already felt and was very quickly forgotten as Blaise started to move within him as Draco moved his mouth down to nibble and lick his hips.
Harry screamed and instinctually moved his body to encase Blaise within him, his claws keeping his chest pressed to Blaise’s, even as Draco came between their lower bodies, stopping them from being completely together as one. It didn’t matter, Draco was a part of them, Draco was a mate, but he wasn’t the only one. Harry needed all of his mates to get him pregnant and he wanted so desperately to become so.
He threw his head back and let out a very loud, high pitched wail. He wanted to be pregnant, he wanted a child, he didn’t care if it would be his only baby, but he wanted one, just the one. He begged through his continuous whine that his mates give him just one baby. He would be content then.
Blaise stilled within him and Harry felt the flood of hot wetness within him, but before he could bask in the feel of his mate’s fertile seed within him, he was filled once more by a thicker cock that belonged to Draco.
Harry screamed again and hooked his legs around Draco’s hips pulling his mate into his body, desperate to get rid of the pulsing heat that was destroying his body piece by piece, desperate to have just one child to love and care for.
Blaise slid behind him and Harry’s hands, including his claws, were pulled off of Draco’s shoulders and he was pulled backwards to lay on Blaise’s lap, his hard cock jutting out beside Harry’s cheek.
Harry knew what his mate wanted and he twisted his upper body as much as he could and wrapped his mouth lovingly around the hard flesh that he had grown to love. He moaned and screamed around it as Draco viciously thrust into his body, striking his prostate and turning his body boneless in unending pleasure.
Harry sucked and licked at Blaise, despite two of his mate’s fingers in his mouth, caught between his upper and lower jaw, Harry didn’t know why Blaise did it, but he soon found out when Draco unexpectedly caught his prostate and released inside of him. Harry’s own orgasm took over him and his jaw automatically clenched shut over Blaise’s fingers, which were the only things stopping Harry from biting a very delicate part of Blaise clean off.
His mates didn’t give him a moment to rest and Harry soon found himself settling over Blaise, who was still lying against the pillows from when Harry had sucked him off. He bounced on his mate and gasped a bit at the feeling of being completely filled in a different way as Blaise reached further into his body than before.

“Bello. Ti amo. This may hurt just slightly more, Mio amore.” Blaise told him in a raw and guttural voice that Harry barely recognised but knew on an instinctual level.

“Ti amo, Blaise. I love you, Draco.” Harry whispered right before Draco pushed himself in along with Blaise.

Harry screamed but it wasn’t entirely from pleasure as the slight burn in his lower back and bum turned into a flare of white hot pain. He convulsed on his mates and they held him and stroked him, kissing, licking, laving, touching, caressing, anything to take his mind off of the pain.
Draco licked an erogenous patch of skin just behind his ear and Harry moaned as Draco manipulated it to his will, sucking on it and lightly nibbling it.
Blaise rolled his hips slowly and Harry whined as Blaise rubbed against his prostate. Blaise repeated his previous movements and steadily got faster. The pain was forgotten as the heat washed away all inhibitions and Harry gurgled as Draco drew himself fully out before pushing back in.
Soon Blaise started thrusting in and out as well and Harry couldn’t keep up, he lay down on Blaise’s chest and succumbed to the slow insanity of being taken by both of his mates simultaneously. He gasped and moaned as his body was taken well beyond its threshold of pleasure, he screamed out his orgasm as his body clenched around Draco and Blaise, making the space they were occupying smaller, causing him to feel filled beyond anything he had ever felt before.
Draco and Blaise rode out his orgasm and kept themselves hard through sheer stubborn will power, bringing Harry to full hardness once more and continuing to thrust into his body to sate their instincts and the heat period.
Everything seemed wrong on this heat period, his mind wasn’t slipping off fully, he felt wrong…this felt wrong and he didn’t know why and the pain of being burnt by his heat was steadily growing, it wasn’t being washed away by his mates’ attentions, it was just growing and growing and he called out again, this time slipping in a distress call as the pain and the confusion panicked him.
It was sometime through his fourth orgasm that Harry became aware that something else wasn’t quite right. There were too many hands touching him now, too many mouths. He had the momentary thought that he had been driven insane by the sensations caused by his dual mates and the wrong feeling heat period, but then he opened to eyes to count three heads, not two, six hands, not four, three mouths, not two. There was another person here with them, another person disrupting their heat, but then Harry realised that no…this person, this man, was not interrupting their heat at all, he was joining in, he was touching and caressing him, kissing and licking, but Harry felt completely at ease.
Draco and Blaise were including this new man, they weren’t fighting him, they were at ease with him, they were sharing with him and Harry was frightened. Who was this man and why was he joining in on their mating, their heat, the heat he was on to fully bond with Draco, his second mate?

“Hush, little love.” The man whispered seductively into his ear. “I felt your call and I answered, you wish for babies, I can give them to you.”

Harry’s back bowed as the man pressed into him, hell he was longer and thicker than both Blaise and Draco! His body had never been stretched so far and he cried out, immediately being soothed by Blaise as Draco lowered his mouth over his cock and sucked.
This man was brutal with him, but gentle enough so that he didn’t hurt him, as he thrust hard and fast into him, but taking care not to rip his insides, nor to hit places that were already bruised from Draco and Blaise.
Harry writhed under him as Draco licked at his hard cock and Blaise pushed his tongue down his throat. Harry’s scream of pleasure as the new Dracken found and hit his over sensitised prostate was swallowed by Blaise as he slipped his fingers through Harry’s hair and clenched them at the back of his skull, lifting his head to get a better angle for a deeper, more passionate kiss.
Harry shrieked his release for anyone to hear but the other Dracken just kept on going, not in the least bit affected by Harry’s body clenching so tightly around him through his orgasm.
Harry was soon teased into hardness again as Blaise shoved Draco away from his aching cock and took to playing with his nipples as Draco started touching the skin of Blaise’s back.
Harry watched them through lust blown eyes as Draco lowered his mouth to kiss Blaise’s muscled back as his first mate lowered his head to breathe a kiss over Harry’s left nipple. He was forced to close his eyes with a gasp as the new Dracken that he didn’t even know the name of struck deep inside his body, holding his hips in an almost punishing grip.
A set of teeth he didn’t know caught his shoulder in a quick, but hard bite and Harry’s hips jerked upwards reflexively. He whined deep in his throat, he wanted his mate’s seed.
Harry’s eyes snapped open again at that thought, something was going on here, he was only on his second heat period, he only needed two mates, was this third Dracken using magic to make him, and Blaise and Draco, think that he needed a third mate. Was this third Dracken trying to coerce Harry into being his mate by getting him pregnant with his baby?
Another powerful thrust and all though was driven from Harry’s mind as he clung to the third Dracken and whined for his seed again. Harry looked into those dark eyes and couldn’t find a colour to them.
Then he could barely make out Draco and Blaise beside him in the dark, it seemed that his heat had stolen over him in the middle of the night and through the pitch blackness, it was only his superior sight that allowed him to see silhouettes and make out the bodies and faces of his mates, he couldn’t discern colour from the dim lighting of the room, he wished dearly that there was light so he could see the face of the one who was fucking him so thoroughly. How he wished it wasn’t a moonless night, maybe the light of the moon would have let him see the face of the new Dracken.
Harry was covered in a cocktail of liquids as he lay resting for a moment with all three of his mates. He couldn’t believe it, there were three of them! He had been hoping that two would be more than enough, even as the Elder had told him might need one, maybe two more to ground him to stop him from going insane and killing his own children, but hell this wasn’t what he had been expecting! He’d have to talk to the Elder and work out what the hell had happened here tonight, because from what he had been told he couldn’t accept two mates at once, so why had he tonight?
Unfortunately for him his new third mate seemed to recover quicker than any of them and he was lovingly rearranging Harry before pushing into him once more as Harry tiredly cried out, his screamed raw throat stealing his voice. At least the horrid confusion had disappeared now and the burning of his heat was slowly lowering as it had during his first ever heat.

“Please! Please!” He cried out desperately, not sure if he was crying for the heat to stop already or if he was begging for more.

The third Dracken didn’t answer, he just grunted and upped his thrusts, hitting deeper inside of him and wringing another orgasm from his tired and spent body. He’d sleep for a week after these ten days were over, he was sure of it.

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Harry woke up slowly and lethargically. His body was dead tired and as his stomach grumbled loudly in the silence of the bedroom, Harry contemplated ignoring it and his bladder in favour of falling back to sleep.
His bladder won out as it threatened to burst in the bed where he lay and he crawled out of the warm cocoon and bum shuffled his way down the stairs because he didn’t trust his legs to carry him down safely, this had the repercussion of making his bum ache after every step until, when he reached the bottom, he was nearly in tears, but he had reached the bottom without falling down them, an accomplishment by his standards.
He relieved himself and washed his hands, using the sink to stay on his feet. Harry contemplated falling asleep in the pool sized, empty bath, but came to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be very comfortable.
Harry crawled out of the bathroom on his hands and knees, his bum too sore to sit on and his body too tired, too hungry to get up and use energy to walk. The sight of all the stairs back up to the warm, comfortable bed made him feel like crying. For the first time he felt like cursing Dumbledore for giving them a bed on a ledge that was only accessible by a set of stairs that was looking like a mountain right about now.
Harry whined in the back of his throat, only lightly. He was distressed, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t deal with himself. However he was up in someone’s arms before he had finished his first whine.

“You should have called.” Draco’s smooth, aristocratic voice sounded, deep and guttural, like the skin was missing from his voice box.

“I didn’t think anyone was here.” Harry answered snuggling up tightly to Draco, laying a kiss to the underside of his chin.

Harry felt very, very affectionate towards Draco and he basked in the feeling of the full bond. His Dracken was not even close to thinking about rejecting Draco now. In fact the merest whisper of rejecting Draco caused his Dracken to hiss deeply in displeasure.

“I’m here, my love, Blaise has gone hunting. I wanted to go as well but he rationalised that one of us had to stay with you because you got upset if you were on your own. He decided to hunt because he knew what you liked best; not that staying here is any hardship on me, just that I wish to prove myself capable of providing for you.”

“You don’t need to do that.” Harry said even as his Dracken stated firmly that yes Draco did need to do that at some point.

“I’m going hunting for dinner, seeing as it’s near enough lunch time now.”

Harry smiled and allowed Draco to carry him into the living room and settle him on the settee, before lifting his head and sitting down, replacing Harry’s head in his lap where he proceeded to comb his fingers through Harry’s untameable hair, tugging out the knots and tangles that had formed during his ten days of continuous sex, massaging his scalp and settling Harry down.
Harry fell asleep quickly under the ministrations and only woke up when a large thump made him nearly jump out of his skin.

“Be quiet!” Draco hissed, but it was too late, Harry was already awake.

He peered over the back of the settee, using the cushions to pull himself up enough to see what was going on. Blaise had laid a still twitching buck on the floor of their living room and Draco was now in his face hissing at him for waking him up.

“Stop it!” Harry demanded sleepily. “It doesn’t matter that the thump woke me up, the smell coming off of that would have woken me up anyway. I’m too hungry to ignore it.”

Harry’s stomach backed him up by clenching and rumbling loudly, making Harry almost double over in hunger pains.

“Eat Harry, Prezioso.” Blaise encouraged, gently leading him to sit in front of the still spasaming animal.

Harry unsheathed his claws and skinned an area of the animal’s side before he cut out a lump of fresh, skinned meat, his fangs sliding from his gums as he tore into the tough meat, sucking the still warm blood from it before happily diving back down to strip flesh from bone with his teeth.
Harry ate until the ache left his belly and then he offered Blaise and Draco some of his food. Neither of them declined his invitation as they both sat and began feeding him lumps of warm meat, before gulping down their own.
Harry lay back against Blaise when he could no longer eat another bite. Blaise had also stopped eating, but as the bigger dominant who needed more food than the both of them, Draco was still happily foraging in the skeleton of the buck, stripping lone bits of meat from the remaining bones.

“Do you feel better, Mio amore?”

“Yes thank you, love. I feel so much better, though I am sore. Did you use the cream again?”

Blaise smiled and pecked his forehead gently. “Of course, I wouldn’t leave you in pain.”

“But I am still in pain. Why did you and Draco have to take me at the same time?”

Draco and Blaise shared a look that set his teeth on edge; he looked between them and then frowned.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“No. Harry, how much do you remember of the last ten days?” Draco asked cautiously.

“I didn’t remember everything right away last time; it took an hour or so for my mind to catch up and even then the memories are still fuzzy and I’ve obviously got some missing somewhere. Why, what happened? What did I do?”

“It is not what you did, Innamorato, it is what happened during your heat.” Blaise told him softly.

“What happened?” Harry asked a clenching in his gut that told him he wouldn’t like it.

“There is someone who we have locked up in the wardrobe, love.”

“Excuse me, what?” Harry asked. “Who have you locked in the wardrobe and why?!”

“It seems that…well, Mio Amore, it seems that…”

Blaise seemed unable to form the words that he needed and Harry took a deep breath to stop himself from snapping, something told him that it wouldn’t help anything.

“What Blaise is trying, and failing very spectacularly to do, is to say is that a Dracken joined us during our heat period. Neither I nor Blaise attacked him or felt the need to attack him; we were at ease with him, as if he was supposed to be there. We have no idea how he came to join our heat and until we can determine what happened and that he is not a danger to you, he will remain in the wardrobe.”

Harry had a sudden remembered moment of a huge, thick set man ramming his equally large and thick cock into his body and his stomach clenched as his blood seared with pleasure which ended with his cock giving a feeble twitch, too spent from the ten day sex-a-thon to do much more.

“I mated with him.” Harry realised with a jolt. He had three mates. Three not two.

“We want to make sure that he is actually a mate and hasn’t coerced you into mating with him.” Blaise stated, wrapping an arm around him.

“Does it matter if he coerced me or not? He’s still my mate.”

“We can kill him if he coerced you.” Draco put in lightly as if he were talking about clothes shopping and not killing another man.

“Won't that have an effect on me?”

“No.” Blaise put in carefully. “If he were your only mate I would worry for you, but he isn’t, you have Draco and I also.”

“The fact that you might not have even needed him as a mate also counts in favour of killing him.” Draco added just as easily and lightly as before. “It means that your Dracken won't miss him if we eliminate him.”

“Right can we stop talking about killing him like he’s nothing more than a pesky mosquito, please?!” Harry stated suddenly. “And we can’t leave him locked in the bloody wardrobe! Not only does he need to eat and more than likely needs the bathroom, I actually need to get to my clothes!”

“Why?”

“Why what?!” Harry snapped back at Draco.

“Why do you need to wear clothes? I am very much enjoying the view.”

Harry threw a rib bone at Draco, who caught it and snapped it like a twig. Harry crossed his arms over his chest and scowled. Blaise kissed him and pulled him into his arms.

“Professor Snape is coming up to take the Dracken away to question him along with Elder Trintus, and they will find out one way or the other what happened, Mio Amore. Veritaserum does work on Drackens after all.”

Harry chuckled a bit at that remembering his fourth year when Snape had threatened him with the same potion. He snuggled into Blaise and he didn’t so much as twitch when Draco cuddled up against his back, sandwiching him between the two of them. He felt safe and loved and protected. He could get used to this. Now if only he didn’t have an unknown dominant Dracken, who he was somehow mated with, locked in his wardrobe then everything would be perfect.
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A/N: So which side of the Marmite effect are you on? Do you love the twist, or hate it? If you don’t let your opinion be heard I don’t know what you think so I can't gauge your reactions so let me know what you think, even if it’s a one word review or a PM, I don’t mind, just talk to me.

To superfan8: No, dominant Drackens don’t mate for life and neither do submissives. If a mate dies unexpectedly both dominants and submissives can take another mate if they want to, but if their mate dies naturally, they often don’t want to take on another mate.

To DinoSyo: Who I want to win the votes is who is going to win, so telling you would ruin the surprise.

Once Harry has all the mates he needs the dominants can leave the Dracken house if they want to or they have to leave if Harry orders them away. A few dominants might stick around, but most will accept their loss and go home.

To TheLonelyApparition: Not every heat Harry will go on will be a fertile heat. I know I haven’t really explained it to the best of my ability; I did try and explain it.

Harry will be going into heat every two months for six to ten days. Ten if he is on heat with a new mate, six being the average time period of a heat and ten again if it is a fertile heat. Harry can only get pregnant if he is on a fertile heat; if he isn’t then he can't get pregnant, so he isn’t going to be overrun with chicks. Draco and Blaise are young dominants, immature if you will, they don’t know much about being Drackens, so they think Harry will get pregnant after every heat cycle when he won't, that’s why they speculated that Harry could possibly be pregnant in a year’s time. Does that help or not? Let me know so I can try to explain it better.

To SilverLion: Your trifle sounds absolutely gorgeous. I’d eat that if I could. You can cuddle Henley all you want, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, in fact he’d probably encourage it.

To the vote that was not really a vote that has now ended! As you probably already know Nasta won the votes with 326 votes. Max was next with 286 and the number of people who wanted them both was 159. The vote Arsenio was 97 and the vote for all three was 120. Arsenio and Max was 32 votes, Arsenio and Nasta was 4, Jensen got 2, Declan and Bartholomew got 1 vote each.

As you can see this vote wasn’t really a vote because it didn’t hold any bearing on the story at all. It was merely a tool for me to see which of the OCs I introduced my readers liked the most.

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