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Shiloe: The Weapon	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Shiloe stepped out of the shade of the tall oak tree and saw Luna sitting a few feet away, staring at the spot where he had appeared.

“Is Neville here yet?” He asked the girl.

Luna smiled and nodded. “He’s having tea with Father right now. When you’re done, I wouldn’t mind helping him out a bit.” She said, the tone full of innocence that didn’t quite mesh with the licentious offer of a threesome.

Shiloe’s face flamed and he held up his hands in front of his chest as if to ward her off. “No!” He said fervently. “No, that’s quite alright.” He said in a calmer tone. “Neville can handle it himself. Besides that, Harry would never forgive me, even if it was your idea. You’re his, and I swore not to touch you.” He explained.

Luna pouted, then shrugged. “Fine. But make sure he knows that by Valentine’s Day, I expect to not be a virgin anymore.” She said firmly.

Shiloe sighed and rubbed his temples. “How about you make sure he knows that?” He suggested.

Luna smiled. “Okay!” She said happily, before skipping up to him and kissing his cheek, sending a rush of peace and serenity through Shiloe. “Let’s go get Neville.”

“Before we do anything, I need to have a chat with your father.”

Luna glanced at him. “I understand. Do whatever you have to. He’ll resist it until you explain, though.” She warned him.

Shiloe nodded as they walked into the house. “Mr. Lovegood.” He said to the man, who stood and shook his hand.

“Shiloe?” He asked curiously.

“Yes.”

The man sighed. “I am Xenophilius. My daughter tells me she is involved with your Host?”

Shiloe sighed. “Yes, Harry. Due to his high-profile status, I am going to place a Shiloe Ward around your property. Also, since you will get to know Harry quite well, I need to place you under a lip-locker spell tied to anything you learn about him.”

Xenophilius scowled. “Now, see here—”

“Or, I can cut out your tongue. You can choose, but one or the other will happen. Today.” Shiloe hissed, pulling out Ducen.

Xenophilius paled. “Lip-locker, then. Luna has assured me you will not lie to us.”

Shiloe smirked. “Indeed, I will not.” He agreed, and cast the spell. “There. Now I will never have to kill you.” He said lightly. “I need to know where the room is that Neville will be using to recharge me after I set the Ward.”

Xenophilius nodded and headed upstairs, opening the first door they came to. It was a guest bedroom.

“It will do.” Shiloe said, turning to Neville. “Let’s do this.” He said.

Neville followed him outside. “Why did you choose me to do this with? I’m no good at topping.” He said quietly.

Shiloe snorted. “And how do you expect to get good, without practice?” He asked. “Besides, Cedric is busy studying, Viktor is too private for this, and could you imagine the look on Xenophilius’ face if I had asked Draco to help out? No, it needs to be you. You’ll do fine, I had no complaints last time, and you’re the lightest of my anchors. Besides,” Shiloe raked his eyes up and down Neville’s body, then purred, “I wanted you the most. My little sensualist.”

Neville flushed. “What’s that mean?”

Shiloe hummed, sitting at the edge of the Wards. “It’s someone who feels pleasure more keenly than others. Someone who gets more out of bedsport than most people. You enjoy it more. It pleases me to please you. It’s very rewarding.”

Neville fell silent as Shiloe placed his hands on the ground and sunk into his work.

Shiloe felt Luna’s magic in the Wards, and they were… Strange. Foreign. But they were strong, for all that they were unconventional. Shiloe found himself being guided by the magic, needing to weave his Ward in and out of the ones already in place. He realized they would be stronger this way, but really, he was not fond of change, and Luna’s Warding made things difficult for him. He worked with it, all the same, and finished about two hours after he had started. He pulled out of the finished Wards, grunting and closing his eyes wearily.

Neville was ready, and helped him up, half-dragging him into the house and up the stairs to the bedroom.

He undressed them both, and Shiloe wordlessly held out his arms to the other teen, too tired to even speak.

“Are you okay?” Neville asked, laying down with him and kissing him.

Shiloe sighed. “I will be.” He said weakly. “Luna’s Wards made things harder. She has quite a way with magic.”

Neville nodded and lubed his fingers. “Alright. Let’s get you better so we can leave.” He said, sliding one into Shiloe.

Shiloe arched back, pushing the finger deeper, and moaned softly.

Neville found and teased at his prostate and Shiloe arched further and yelled.

There was a knock at the door, then Luna’s voice called, “Are you sure you don’t want help?”

Shiloe sighed explosively and summoned Ducen, shooting a silencing charm at the door. “There. No more interruptions.”

He saw the silencing charm come down and growled. “Stop listening to us, Luna!”

Luna’s laugh sounded through the door. “But you moan so prettily!” She told him through the door.

Shiloe quickly wove a Shiloe Ward around the room and smirked. “I’d like to see her get through that.” He said smugly.

Neville grinned and his fingers began moving again, stretching Shiloe with purpose. “You know, if she wants to be with us that badly, it won’t be long before she talks Harry into a threesome. Are you going to watch?” He asked curiously.

Shiloe rolled his hips against Neville’s hand and panted. “Might.” He managed. “To see you. I have absolutely no interest in her.”

Neville snorted. “Well, don’t tell Harry, but I am actually looking forward to it. Both for the fact that I’ve always wanted him, and Luna has quite a nice body. And I’ve never seen tits. Could be fun.” He finished lightly with a shrug.

Shiloe laughed, which quickly turned into a moan as Neville added a third finger.

Neville quickly worked him open and lubed himself, sliding in and pausing once he was fully seated to suck in a breath and let it out slowly.

Shiloe chuckled. “Cold thoughts.” He advised.

“Tight arse.” Neville muttered, beginning to move slowly.

“Mm, yes, but you love it. So, if you were to have a threesome with my little Host and his girlfriend, would you want to fuck him, or have him fuck you?” Shiloe purred.

Neville moaned and his hips stuttered. “Oh, don’t make me think of that right now!” He said, eyes closing as he continued moving slowly. “I’d want him in me. I’ve always had a fantasy of him holding me down and utterly dominating me.” He admitted in a whisper.

Shiloe hummed at the thought, wrapping his legs around Neville’s waist. “You know, if he does that, you’ll probably have to be inside Luna. She’ll be involved, too.”

Neville nodded, panting. “I think—” He gasped as Shiloe tightened around him momentarily, “I think I could live with that.”

Shiloe reared up and bit Neville’s earlobe, then whispered into his ear, “Hard and fast now, love. Make me come.”

Neville growled and grabbed his hips, pistoning into him with purpose. He set to it, letting go with one hand only to grab Shiloe’s cock and pump it furiously.

Shiloe cursed and clutched at his shoulders, not expecting Neville to be able to deliver as well as he was right then. “Fuck, Nev! Ah, so good!”

Neville leaned down and bit Shiloe’s neck, and Shiloe shouted, coming at the sensation of teeth in his neck.

Neville arched back and moaned loudly as he came, then collapsed onto Shiloe’s trembling, panting body.

“Merlin. That was amazing. Where has that sex god been hiding all this time?”

Neville chuckled. “In my pants.” He mumbled tiredly.

Shiloe laughed loudly. “Alright, let’s get cleaned up and head back out there.” He dispelled the Shiloe Ward and called out, “Still out there?”

Luna’s voice called back, “That was no fair!”

Shiloe chuckled and cast a cleaning charm. “Serves her right.”

Neville laughed. “She’s just curious.” He said.

“She can be curious with Harry. She’s his. I swore.” Shiloe said firmly.

“It’s not like Harry would know.” Neville said, playing devil’s advocate.

“I would.” Shiloe said firmly. “I don’t keep things like that secret from him. It’s the same as her cheating on him, and she knows it. I can tell that she’s just playing around with the offers to help, and that’s the only reason I still approve of her. She would never actually do anything like that, but she knows I won’t touch her ever, so it’s safe to act that way. She wouldn’t go after any of you guys unless I was there to put a stop to it.”

Neville nodded. “I’ve noticed that. Do you think she really loves Harry; That they’ll go the distance?” He asked as they dressed.

Shiloe nodded. “I really do. She’s good for him, and she’ll bring out the best in him. He couldn’t do any better than her, unless he was willing to forgo girls and pick an anchor to marry. But he won’t do that. He leans that way, but he likes tits a bit too much for it to be a permanent solution for him.”

“Well, let’s go say our goodbyes.” Neville said, opening the door.

Shiloe crossed his arms and gave Luna a weak glare. “Stop playing around with me. It’s not funny.” He said sternly.

Luna smiled brightly at him. “Nope.” She said, popping the P. “You’re too fun. Besides, you’re the only safe option to flirt with. You’ll shoot me down every time.”

“I shouldn’t have to.” Shiloe muttered, but it was resigned. “And what the hell did you do to the Wards?!”

Luna beamed at him. “Aren’t they wonderful? I wove them myself, and they turned out so strong!”

Shiloe sighed. “Makes it difficult to add more. But I can safely say you won’t have any trouble with Voldemort, even if he comes after you. The Wards, with mine and yours combined the way they are, are totally impenetrable.”

“Good. I’m a lover, not a fighter.” Luna said decisively. “Though I will be fighting in the war. It’s everyone’s problem, not just Harry’s. I’m not going to lose the great love of my life to a megalomaniac.” She said softly.

Shiloe smiled and hugged her—a rarity for a non-anchor to receive. “No, you won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”

Luna returned the hug and brushed a kiss over Shiloe’s cheek. “Go on, I’ll see you later. Thank you for protecting us. Daddy will thank you, too, once he sees that we needed it. And he will.” She said surely.

Shiloe bid her and Xenophilius goodbye, then shadow-walked Neville back home. “I’ll see you. Soon. You’ll see Harry first. Be safe.”

Neville smiled. “I will, Shi. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Shiloe said, then headed home to Hogwarts.

The Hogwarts Express was leaving the day after tomorrow.

He was stuck at school for another year.

And war was looming ever closer.

*****

Harry sat on Severus’ couch, staring at the man after clearing his mind. “Alright. Ready.”

Severus cast his ‘Legilimens’ and slipped in. He found only mist, and nodded in satisfaction. Harry had learned to hide surface thoughts, at least. He found the barrier and slammed against it. It shook, but held firm. He slammed against it again. Another shake. He bashed against it three more times, as hard as he could, and it cracked. Memories came spilling out. He grabbed one.

Harry was staring at a picture of a nude Luna Lovegood, touching himself.

Severus immediately backed out of his mind, face flaming. “Sorry. Besides the child pornography, I really wasn’t looking to humiliate you. Too bad I can’t un-see that.”

Harry groaned. “Of all the things you could have seen, why did it have to be that?” He covered his face with his hands, mortified.

Severus sighed. “It’s a risk we take. I’ll never mention it again if you don’t.” He promised. “Make them stronger. Adding another layer would take a while, but it would do the trick, for certain. You will have three weeks, since school starts tomorrow. Now, get to bed. I will see you at breakfast.”

Harry got up and nodded. “Yeah, see you.” He said, then hurried back to his rooms.

‘That was embarrassing. You alright?’ Shiloe asked.

“I’ll be fine.” Harry said wearily.

Rowena sat next to him. “So, how did it go?” She asked.

Harry shook his head. “Helga and I need to add a second layer.” He said heavily.

Rowena frowned. “That Dark Lord of yours is that strong?” She asked in surprise.

Helga wandered in, shaking her head. “No. Our Potions Master is that strong. He wants to be unable to penetrate the boy’s mind himself, to ensure that the Dark Lord can’t enter. If he can’t, the Dark Lord certainly won’t be able to. It’s a safeguard he will need, though. So we will work on that together.” She said to Harry.

Harry nodded. “We have three weeks.” He said. “And I have classes starting day after tomorrow.”

Salazar nodded. “Remember our request during the feast tomorrow.”

Harry smiled. “I will. I’ll invite some first-years to sit with us. Ravenclaws should do the trick.” He laughed at the disgusted sneer he earned from the man.

Rowena chuckled. “If you can handle the questions they’ll throw at you.” She challenged.

Harry’s smile faded. “Hm. Maybe Hufflepuffs would be a better choice.”

“Much.” Salazar agreed.
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