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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you may recognize herein. I only play in this universe for fun. I also do not make any money from writing this, I do it for the entertainment of other sick-minded individuals like myself.

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Saturdays were wonderful, Harry decided, as he and Blaise met up right after breakfast.

“So, gorgeous, got a plan for today?” Blaise asked, wrapping his arms around Harry and cupping his arse in both hands.

Harry grinned. “I do, actually. Come with me.” He took Blaise’s hand and began nearly dragging him to the seventh floor.

As they got closer to their destination, Blaise frowned. “Are you taking me to the storeroom?” He asked suspiciously.

Harry laughed and shook his head. “Not exactly. Concentrate on getting a place where we can be alone. With a bed.” He said, as he dropped Blaise’s hand and began pacing the hallway.

Blaise looked sceptical, but did as Harry requested.

After a few passes, the door appeared, and Harry opened it to see what had happened.

He blushed and slammed it closed again. “Nope. I don’t think so.” He said, voice much higher than usual.

Blaise moved him aside, confused frown on his face, and opened the door. His face lit up. “No, this is good.” He breathed. “Come on.” He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him into the room.

There was a bed. Granted, it was a larger bed than even Severus’, with hooks and holes all over the four posts, and chains dangling from various points along the mattress, but still, it qualified as a bed, in the strictest sense of the word.

It was just… A rather specialized type of bed.

The kind Blaise could have tons of fun with.

The walls were also covered with sex toys. Whips, crops, ropes, blindfolds, gags… There was a bit of everything imaginable hanging in the room.

“We don’t have to use any of this yet, but it’s great to know that the room can supply this.” Blaise mused, running his hand over a cane. He took it down and held it up for Harry's inspection, eyebrows raised suggestively.

Harry shook his head. “I’ve had bad experiences with canes.” He said.

Blaise shrugged and replaced it. “Anyway, what was the plan for today? Tell me exactly what you want, because I don’t want to assume and force anything on you that you’re not ready for.” He grinned. “Because you know I’m a man whore; I'm up for anything.”

Harry flushed. “I’m ready to take you, I think, but I want to know you better first. We should talk. And then we can fuck.” He said.

Blaise shook his head. “No, unacceptable.” He said flatly.

Harry was flummoxed. “What?” He asked, paling as the reality of his situation with Blaise sunk in.

The other teen was just after him for sex. There was no love there.

Blaise sighed. “Calm, gorgeous. The first time I have you, it will not be fucking.” He clarified. “I’m going to spread you out beneath me and make love to you. Until you can’t remember anything but my name and you lose track of where you end and I begin.” He whispered, drawing Harry into a kiss.

Harry relaxed into the kiss and sighed. There was love. It was new, and not fully formed yet, but the beginnings were there.

It was a good start.

Harry walked over to the bed and took a seat, patting the spot beside him. “Come sit with me. Let's talk.”

Blaise smiled and got on the bed, laying on his back and pulling Harry down to lie on his chest. “What do you want to talk about?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “Anything. Everything.” He said. “We hardly know each other. Pick a place to start.”

Blaise hummed. “There’s rumours that you were raised by Muggles. Are they true?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I was raised by my aunt and uncle.”

“Did they have any other children?” Blaise asked, rubbing circles on Harry's back.

“Yeah, they had one other. Dudley.”

Blaise hummed. “So you pretty much had a sibling, huh? What was that like?” He asked curiously.

Harry tensed, and Blaise began rubbing a bit harder. “I wasn’t… Exactly part of the family. I was… Barely tolerated.” He admitted.

Blaise stilled. “Oh. But why?”

“They didn’t like magic. Hated it, actually. And me by extension.” Harry told him.

Blaise sighed. “So it was like Slytherins' prejudice against Muggleborns, only reversed. With you as the scapegoat.” He said softly.

“Yeah.” Harry said heavily. “A lot like that. Except I didn’t know why they hated me until I was eleven. They never even told me that magic was real. That’s why I was so wide-eyed and in awe of everything first year.” He explained. “It was like a whole new world had opened up for me. Well, I guess it had.” He said.

Blaise chuckled. “You were an adorable first-year. I wanted to try and become your friend, but Draco and I were already close by then—we met and bonded in Diagon Alley shopping for school things—and he obviously hated you, so I just held back and watched you see everything for the first time. And now, I get to be a part of the discoveries you’ll make. I'll be your first time bottoming, your first Dom, and there’s so much I want to open your eyes to. You can’t even imagine.” He purred.

Harry frowned. “You shopped in Diagon Alley? But… You're Italian! Why come all the way out here to shop, instead of in Italy?” He asked.

“Mother wanted me to make friends before school started, so she brought me here to shop, and we went out the day after my acceptance letter came. She knew my chances of making friends would be highest that day. Meeting Draco was just pure luck. He was only there for a Familiar that day, but we made plans to meet up when he was getting his school things a week later.” Blaise explained. “That month we spent here was the best vacation in my young life. I had so much fun!”

Harry smiled. “So what were you doing when Draco had his fitting for school clothes? Because no one was with him then.”

Blaise grinned. “I was with my mother, getting ice cream. We took a break since I already had my clothes by then.”

“That makes sense. I take it you’re an only child?” Harry asked.

Blaise chuckled. “What gave it away?” He asked.

“The way you asked if growing up with Dudley around was like having a sibling. It wasn’t, but after watching the Weasleys over the years, I kind of got a feel for what it was like to grow up with siblings. There’s love there, always love, as well as a fair bit of annoyance from time to time. I get the feeling there are more fights than I got to see, but they seem to get resolved in time, no matter what the issue was.” He smiled wistfully. “I would have loved siblings. Losing that possibility is what hurts the most about losing my parents. They loved each other so much, I just know I wouldn’t have been an only child.”

Blaise wrapped his arms tightly around Harry. “You lost a lot, but I have a feeling that’s part of what made you such a good, loyal person. You never got much love growing up, it sounds like, so when you find it, you hold on tight. It’s sad that it happens that way, but those people tend to be the most loving and loveable. Things happen the way they do for a reason. You needed to be strong enough to stand on your own, and loyal enough to keep friends close and let new people in quickly.”

Harry shrugged. “Maybe. Dumbledore thinks love is the thing that’s going to help me beat Voldemort.”

“And maybe it will.” Blaise agreed. “You’ve certainly got enough of it. I think Professor Snape has a lot to give, too, once you get past his gruff exterior.”

Harry smiled. “He does, but he hides it well.”

“He was probably hurt a lot when he was younger. It takes a toll on a person. That’s probably why he’s so guarded.” Blaise mused. “But enough about him. I'll tell you a bit about me.” He grinned. “Let’s see… My mother loves me dearly, and I lost my father when I was two, so I have a few memories of him, but they're vague and fuzzy ‘round the edges. She remarried quickly—she’s beautiful, everyone wants her—but she was forced to get rid of Tony when he hit me. She won’t stand for that at all, and she took matters into her own hands rather than divorcing him, so he ended up dead. The poison was untraceable and undetectable, so no charges ever stuck. She’s with my new step-father now, has been for six years, and things are going well. He’s really well-off, so we live well. Other than that, I have very few friends at home—being the son of a rumoured murderess tends to have that effect—and I keep to myself. I’m happy, though, and we go abroad every summer to new places. I’ve been to America twice, Rome, France, Ireland, and we go to Britain often. Whenever we're in the area, I visit Draco for a bit. On that note, do you think you and him could ever become friends? He keeps bitching about you to me, and I really don’t want to strangle my best friend, but he may eventually leave me no choice.” He finished in a hassled tone.

Harry laughed. “Maybe. I'll need to play chess against him eventually, so we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Fair warning: it may take a while. I have to beat Lucius more first.”

Blaise hummed and sat up. “Well, it’s something, at least. I'll take it. Now, I want to do something. Humour me for a bit?” He asked.

“Okay. What do you want me to do?” Harry asked.

“Take your glamours off.” Blaise told him. “I want to see you in all your glory. I know you’re even more beautiful now. Incubi are always incredibly alluring.” He said. “And I’m sure the vampire paleness won’t detract any.”

Harry took a deep breath and dropped all the glamours as one.

Blaise drew in a slow, deep breath, taking in the changes.

Harry was paler, a milky white that was offset by his softly glowing eyes. His lips were a few shades lighter than the glamours showed, and Blaise knew from kissing him that there were fangs present in that mouth. He was careful in avoiding them, as he didn’t know how the vampire would react to the taste of blood that wasn’t its mate's. He traced Harry's cheek, feeling the coldness, and drew back slightly. “Did you know you’re using a sensory glamour, too?” He asked. “That's highly advanced magic right there.”

Harry frowned. “A what?”

Blaise shook his head. “And you’re doing it without knowing it. Amazing. A sensory glamour is a glamour that reacts to touch. When I or anyone else touches you, you feel warm if you have the glamour up. I should have realized it sooner, but when I touched you just now, it hit me because you’re like ice.”

Harry drew away from him a bit, and Blaise shook his head, cupping the teen's neck in his hand.

“No, don’t get embarrassed. It’s not a bad thing. I like it. I never told anyone this, but I run too hot usually. The cold actually turns me on. It’s embarrassing, but winters here, I’m unbearably horny usually.” He laughed and leaned in for a kiss. “Keep your eyes open.” He whispered as his lips met Harry's. He watched Harry as the teen melted into the kiss, and his eyes began glowing more brightly as he fed off of the contact. “Merlin, that's hot.” Blaise whispered as he pulled away.

Harry barely flushed at all, but on his newly pale skin, it was starkly apparent.

Blaise laughed. “Blushing is even more obvious when you’re like this.” He remarked.

Harry chuckled. “Yeah, I imagine it is.”

“Well, we know each other a bit now, so how about we get to what I know I’m good at?” Blaise asked.

“Okay.” Harry said softly. “What should I do?” He asked.

Blaise smiled widely, gently guiding Harry to lie back against the pillows. “Just lie there and let me do everything. I've got you, don’t worry.”
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