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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69995 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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After class, Harry grabbed Blaise's arm on his way out of the classroom. “Meet me in the library after dinner?” He asked hopefully.

A slow smile spread across Blaise's face. “Sure. I'll let Pansy know at lunch that I’ve found someone. She knew she was only stress-relief until something better came along, anyway. She shouldn’t be too put-out.” He said. “Too bad she couldn’t make it into N.E.W.T. potions. She'd already know then.” He leaned in and brushed a kiss over Harry's lips. “See you, gorgeous.” He said fondly before turning and heading to his next class.

“I hate you!” Draco hissed from behind Harry, roughly shouldering him aside as he rushed after his friend. “Blaise!”

Blaise slowed enough to let him catch up, and they continued on their way together.

Hermione cleared her throat. “Well, now that you've gotten a bit of a fix, we have a free block. Library?” She asked.

Harry shook his head. “Can't.” He answered. “I have to go play chess with Lucius.” He explained.

Hermione frowned. “Play--Can't that wait?” She asked irritably.

“Nope.” Harry shrugged. “Vlad's orders. Something about teaching me to think two moves ahead, or something.” He told her.

Hermione's face cleared. “Of course.” She breathed. “Strategy training. Fine, then, go play. I'll see you at lunch.”

“See you then.” Harry said, heading for Lucius' rooms.

He got to the rooms and knocked on the door. Lucius opened the door and let him in.

“Hello again, Harry. To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked.

Harry grinned as the man shut the door behind him. “What, I can’t come see you just because I missed my mate?” He asked teasingly.

Lucius smiled. “That's always nice to hear, but I’m sure you had another reason for visiting. Are you feeling hungry?” He asked.

Harry shook his head. “Not particularly, no. Actually, it has to do with some extra lessons I’m taking. I know you and Severus sometimes eat together. Has he told you about my Sire?”

Lucius nodded. “Oh, yes. He was spitting nails yesterday at dinner when he told me about your first lesson. I take it last night's did not go any better?”

“Well, he wants me to play chess. To learn strategy and how to think a few moves ahead.” Harry explained.

“Ah. And Severus recommended me, since you are, I take it, a beginner?” Lucius asked, humour in his eyes.

Harry shrugged. “Well, I’m not very good, at any rate.” He said.

Lucius nodded and beckoned him over to a table with a chessboard already set up. “Severus likes to trounce me on a regular basis, so I keep the board ready for it. White or black?” He asked.

Harry sat behind the white side. “I could use the handicap.” He explained.

Lucius nodded. “You'll get no other. I am not nearly as skilled as I’d like to be. I cannot even best my son anymore.” He admitted as Harry moved.

After a few minutes of play, Lucius spoke again. “How are things between you and Severus? He seemed upset last time we spoke. Something about you throwing him down and taking him on the floor, like some raging beast?”

Harry flushed. “Yeah, we found out it’s called the Blood Fever. It happens when a new vampire gets their first feeding from their mate's neck. Vlad said I’d never hurt him, so I think he was just mad at me for it.” He mused as he made his move.

Lucius hummed and took his bishop. “Angry, yes. And humiliated.” He said softly.

Harry frowned, both at the words and his loss of a piece. “I didn’t mean to humiliate him. I couldn’t even control my actions.” He said, moving his queen out of danger.

“A man as in control as Severus is has a hard time letting someone else take charge. With his role as your Professor, there is an added layer of authority between you two, directly in opposition to the natural order of things, complicating matters. You two really should sit down and discuss where you both stand to clear things up, but, well…” Lucius raised his eyes to meet Harry's. “His loss is my gain.” He said softly, then took Harry's knight.

Harry stared mutely at the board for a few minutes, then took Lucius' rook. He met the man’s eyes with a triumphant smile.

Lucius smiled back, and moved his knight. “Check.” He said lightly.

Harry frowned and looked at the board.

He was indeed in check.

He used his queen to take the knight, freeing his king from the imminent danger.

“Do you… Can we make a little wager?” Harry asked.

Lucius smiled. “That sounds interesting. What do you propose?” He asked.

Harry hummed. “If I win, I want to try your blood. Because you smell really good, so I want to know if you’ll taste good, too.” He said.

Lucius smirked. “I see. And if I win, I want you to give me something of yourself no one else has. Share a secret with me that you've kept to yourself.” He requested.

“Deal.” Harry agreed, and they returned to their game, both focused more than ever on the goal of winning. Competition was fierce, and the game lasted another twenty-five minutes before Harry triumphantly declared, “Checkmate.”

Lucius frowned, then glared at the board for a few minutes, before sighing. “Yes, you win. We'll do this on my bed. I'd rather stain the sheets than my chair.” He said, getting up.

Harry shook his head as he followed him. “Honestly, you and Severus. Why do you both assume I’m going to dribble blood everywhere?” He asked.

Lucius looked over at him. “Would you rather take blood from my wrist?” He asked.

Harry's gaze sharpened. “There's something else on offer?” The excitement in his voice was palpable.

Lucius sat on the bed, patting the spot beside him as he pulled his hair aside, baring his neck. “Don’t lose control.” Was all he said.

Harry traced the place he would bite, then leaned in to lick over it once, then twice before he bit, taking a tentative swallow. It wasn’t terrible. Not like Hermione's. He tasted off, but it was close enough to Severus' taste that he could survive off of Lucius, if Severus was unavailable for some reason. He pulled back and licked the wounds closed. “Um, if that scars—”

“I will treasure the mark. If that is the only claim you can place on me, it will have to do. Unlike Severus, I very much want to be yours. I only wonder how long it will take you to actually bed me properly. I won’t wait forever, you know.” He warned.

Harry flushed. “Once I don’t need to spend the time practicing beating you at chess, we’ll spend the time getting… Closer. You'll need to give me some time.” He said.

Lucius nodded. “That’s fair. I can wait a while.”

“I have to get to lunch.” Harry said regretfully.

“Kiss me before you go.” Lucius requested.

Harry leaned in and claimed his lips in a tender kiss. “I'll see you later.” He said.

Lucius smiled. “Until then.” He replied.

Harry left and hurried to the Great Hall.

*****

Harry met Blaise in the library and beckoned him over to a quiet, secluded corner where they could… Talk.

“Hey. Pansy is a little miffed at me now.” Blaise said with a smile.

Harry snorted. “Didn’t let her down easy enough?” He teased.

“I guess not.” Blaise said with a chuckle. “Honestly, though, what made you decide it was time?” He asked.

Harry flushed. “Severus. He's borderline rejecting me, and it’s wreaking havoc on all my creatures, since he was the first mate I found out about. I have Lucius, too, but I’m not ready to do much with him. I’m still trying to get to know him on another level, as friends rather than enemies. You, on the other hand, I can start with a clean slate. It's just… Easier. Besides, I’m not ready to go all the way with you, but I’m sure I will be soon. I've been working myself open each night, to be ready when I’m ready, and I’m almost at the point where I feel like I could do that. Take you, I mean.”

Blaise smirked. “And how many fingers are you taking?” He purred, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulder and pulling him close to breathe into his ear.

Harry's face flamed. “I can take three now.” He said.

Blaise hummed. “Try for four, gorgeous. You'll thank me later.” He said, before flicking his tongue out to trace the edge of Harry’s ear.

Harry’s breath caught. “Really? How big are you?” He asked.

Blaise chuckled. “Want to find out?” He asked teasingly.

Harry was considering the question when a dark shadow fell over them.

They both looked up to see Severus standing over them, not looking best pleased.

“Separate.” He said. “Mr. Zabini, go to your dormitory. Harry, go anywhere else.” He snapped.

Harry and Blaise both sighed, getting up and separating.

Harry cast one more longing glance at his mate before heading toward his dormitory as well.

He got in and Hermione looked over at him quizzically. “What happened? I thought you'd be canoodling with Blaise all evening.” She said.

Harry threw himself into an armchair. “Snape happened. He found us and told us to separate. I’m starting to think he wants me dead!”

Hermione shook her head. “He's just jealous. Spend some more time with him.”

“He doesn’t want me to!” Harry shouted, flinging his hands into the air. “He pretty much rejected me last night, and now all of a sudden he wants me all to himself?! He can’t keep playing hot-cold with me, my vampire doesn’t understand it. And if he won’t let me spend time with Blaise, my only other option is Lucius, and I know he doesn’t want that to happen. But if he keeps pushing me away, he’s going to push me straight into someone else’s arms. I just hope he realizes that's what he’s doing.” He said.

Hermione gave him a sympathetic smile. “It must be hard; having your heart tell you one thing, and your conscience another.”

“His bloody conscience is going to kill me!” Harry exclaimed.

“He’s a very moral man. That’s a good thing.” Hermione said.

“How can it be—”

“What it means,” Hermione cut him off, “is that when he chooses to be with you, despite the fact that you’re his student, and twenty years younger, people will have a hard time convincing him to leave you. He’s going to argue with himself and wrestle with himself before he gives in, and when he does, he will stand firm in that choice.” She finished.

Harry sighed and relaxed into his chair. “I suppose you’re right. But until he does, I’m going to have a hard time being with my other mates."

Hermione patted his leg. “It will be worth it. Just give him time. Try being with Blaise in other places. Places Snape isn’t likely to look.”
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