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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69995 -:- 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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Neville got up and noticed that Harry wasn’t awake yet, which was odd. He was usually the first to rise these days.

He showered and got dressed, and by the time everyone else was up, Harry still hadn’t woken.

Neville smiled fondly and walked over to his bed. He opened the curtains and Harry was shaking, whimpering, and writhing on the bed restlessly. He paled. “Something’s wrong.” He told the others.

Everyone crowded around. Ron cast a sunblock charm on Harry, as he had started to turn pink from exposure, and shook his head. “I have no idea what’s going on, but it can’t be good.” He said.

Neville shook his head. “No, it’s not. Help me get him up, we’re taking him to the Hospital Wing.”

They passed Hermione on the way, and she looked at the boy they were carrying. She gulped. “Hang on.” She opened one of his eyes and they all gaped at it. His normally vibrant green eyes were paler and had a milky-looking sheen over the irises. Hermione gasped. “His incubus is starving to death. Get him to the Hospital Wing. I'll go find Blaise.” She offered.

Ron and Neville continued on their way, thankfully getting there without further incident. They laid him on a bad and called out, “Madame Pomfrey!”

She came out of her office and took in the scene, then hurried to Harry's side. “Goodness, what’s happening to him?!” She asked no one in particular, running scans on him.

Neville cleared his throat. “Hermione looked at his eyes and says his incubus is starving. She went to get his mate.”

Madame Pomfrey frowned and cast another spell and nodded when his body was encased in a pale yellow glow. “Yes, that’s the problem. Normally, an incubus should glow a nice, vibrant orange. How long has he gone without sex, and when did they seal the bond?”

Ron flushed. “Saturday morning, I think. And he hasn’t had sex since, as far as I know. There just hasn’t been time.” He told her.

Poppy gasped, laying a hand over her chest. “That’s not enough, at all! He needs to lie with his mate at least every other night until the bond is fully stable.”

Blaise rushed in, frantic. “Where is he?!” He noticed Harry and rushed to his side. “Il mio amore, I’m here.” He looked at his audience. “I can fix this, but we'll need privacy.” He said firmly.

Poppy flushed. “Of course.” She herded the other two out of the way and closed the curtains around the two, adding a silencing charm for good measure.

Ron sighed. “So we should probably go.” He said.

Poppy nodded. “Yes. Once he’s back to his senses, I’ll call Albus in and we'll discuss how to keep this from happening again. Then he should be free to return to classes for the day.” She said. “You two run along, he should be fine."

Blaise ran his hands through Harry's hair, murmuring to him in a mixture of English and Italian. He got on the bed and helped the insensate teen out of his pyjamas. “I knew you weren’t getting enough, the way you were shaking all the time.” He muttered angrily. “You need to wake up so I can be properly angry at you, you self-sacrificing Gryffindor.” He leaned down and kissed Harry, and the teen's eyes flew open, glowing brightly.

Blaise smiled widely. “There you are, gorgeous. You had everyone scared for a bit. I’m here, now. I'll make it all better.” He assured his mate, leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue before giving it a sharp nip. “Good?” He asked at Harry's yelp.

“I… Yeah.” Harry said, realizing that the sting was already fading, and he was getting very hard despite—or maybe because of—it.

Blaise smiled. “See? Told you you would like it.” He shucked his own clothes quickly and grabbed Harry’s hands. “Don’t try to kill yourself again, you idiot. I don’t want to lose you.” He said fervently.

“Kill myself?! What exactly happened?” Harry asked.

“You pushed yourself too far between feedings, and almost starved to death. You need to let me help you. I can wait up until midnight and then be with you and survive the next day, if that’s what it takes. I might be tired the next day, but I’d rather be tired and have you than be well-rested and lose you.” Blaise told him.

Harry bit his lip. “I’m sorry. The books never specified how often I’d need you, just that it would be often. What are we going to do?” He asked.

Blaise smiled. “I’m going to have wild monkey sex with you right now, and then we'll decide everything else once you're recharged. Alright?”

Harry snorted. “Wild monkey sex?” He teased.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you've tried it. You might like it!” Blaise said brightly.

“How about we stick to human sex until I’m back to normal?”

Blaise sighed. “If you insist. Where's my wand?” He leaned off the side of the bed and rifled through his pockets until he found it. “We're going to do this fast, so there won’t be much in the way of foreplay this time. We're missing class, and I need to keep my grades up.” He said. He lubed the fingers of one hand. “That being said, I do intend to make sure we both enjoy this.”

Harry moaned lowly as one finger entered him. Then he blushed and clamped his lips together tightly.

“It’s alright. Madame Pomfrey cast a silencing spell. You can be as loud as you want; I’m the only one that will hear.” Blaise assured him.

Harry moaned again, spreading his legs as wide as he could on the small infirmary bed, and gasped out, “More.”

Blaise smirked and added a second finger, crooking them and rubbing against Harry's prostate.

Harry cried out, and Blaise smiled.

“That’s right. Love the sounds you make when I’m pleasuring you, gorgeous. Merlin, you're so sexy.” He breathed, leaning in to kiss Harry as he added a third finger. He twisted them, and Harry gasped. “Oh, did that feel good? Here, how about this?” He asked, twisting his hand the other way, rubbing against Harry's prostate again.

Harry moaned and rolled his hips, pushing back against the hand eagerly. “God, just fucking fuck me already!” He begged.

Blaise chuckled at that. “You're not ready for that yet. Four fingers, love. Until I feel you’re ready to do just three. Then we can talk.” He said firmly, then added the fourth finger.

“Tease.” Harry said, then whimpered as Blaise teased his prostate again. “You're torturing me! What did I ever do to you?”

“You mean besides flaunting your hot little body for a few weeks after telling me, ‘you can have me, but not yet?’ And you call me a tease.” Blaise said in clear amusement.

Harry flushed. “You seemed okay with it before.” He told the black teen.

“Oh, I was. Never let it be said that this stud muffin can’t find a willing lay when he wants, but I wanted you.” He grinned. “And you weren’t ready to bottom yet. I’m a little upset that I didn’t get there first, but I was the first to get your arse, and I’m not the last, so I can be happy with that.” He pulled his fingers free. “And now you’re ready.” He declared, then lubed his cock and slid in. “Merlin, why are you always so tight?! I just can’t get enough of you.”

“Might have something to do with being an incubus. The books I read said that I'd always be perfect for you, maybe it means a perfect fit, too.” Harry said, then moaned as Blaise thrust deep, then slid almost all the way out before repeating the slow, deep thrust.

Blaise hummed. “Maybe, but you verge on too tight. I don’t know that I would consider that perfect, myself.” He said.

Harry clamped down, and Blaise cursed, grabbing his hips in reflex.

Blaise recovered and grinned wickedly. “Fine, then. If you want to play that way,” He carefully flipped them over, somehow staying in Harry as he did so, “You can do the work, gorgeous.” He slapped Harry's arse. “Ride me.”

“Mm, first, do that again.” Harry said, bending forward to give Blaise's hands better access.

Blaise grinned. “Yeah? You like that?” He spanked him again. “How many do you want?”

Harry wriggled. “I'll tell you when to stop.” He said.

Blaise spanked him repeatedly, alternating cheeks, as Harry moaned. He found out that when he smacked just so, Harry's arse would lightly clamp down on him, making his cock twitch in reaction where it was buried in the other teen.

“Okay!” Harry gasped out once his arse was nicely warm. “That’s enough for now.”

Blaise ran his hands over the warm skin. “Mm, I'll say. A nice little warm-up for you. Now it’s time for you to learn to ride a cock. Lift with your thighs. Go on.”

Harry lifted himself off, then lowered himself again, moaning.

“There you go. This way, you're in control of how deep I go. And I get to relax and enjoy the view.” Blaise quipped, folding his arms behind his head and smirking up at Harry.

Harry glared down at him and reached out, pinching both nipples hard.

“Ow! You little brat!” Blaise said, moving his arms to cover the sensitive nubs. “No touching them if you're going to do that!”

Harry smiled smugly. “Then don’t act so superior.” He said, then began moving again.

Blaise gripped Harry's hips and helped him move, bucking up into him every once in a while when he just couldn’t control himself.

Harry sped up, little cries escaping him every time he bounced.

Blaise grabbed his cock and began stroking it. “Come on, gorgeous. Don’t make me come alone.” He said.

Harry shook and shuddered through a spectacular orgasm as Blaise bucked up into him, coming with a shout.

Harry collapsed against his chest, languid and sated.

Blaise cleaned them with a charm, then rolled Harry beneath him and got up. “We need to talk to Pomfrey, love. We can’t have this happening again, and there’s got to be something they can do in our situation.” He said.

Harry got up and pulled on his pyjamas. “I need to change.”

Blaise snorted. “Yes, you do. Call an elf to grab you a change of clothes and go change. I'll fetch Pomfrey.” He said.

Harry called Dobby and got a uniform delivered, then quickly changed into it. When he emerged from the bathroom, Blaise was seated on the bed while Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore talked to him.

“…and Harry was shaking all through yesterday's classes. I tried spending what time I could with him, but obviously it’s not going to be enough.” Blaise finished.

Dumbledore nodded, humming pensively. “We could give the two of you a room together. We do have several available for… Special circumstances, and a creature bond generally qualifies. Especially one with requirements like yours.” He said.

Harry walked over and curled up against Blaise's side. “I wouldn’t mind something a little closer to the dungeons. It would make getting to my extra lessons easier, and would allow me more freedom to leave my bed hangings open at night if I knew direct sunlight wasn’t as much of an issue.”

Dumbledore chuckled. “Well, we don’t have anything without direct sunlight, but there are a few rooms on the ground level. They are about equal distances from both Severus' rooms and… Your other mate.”

“Oh, Blaise already knows about Lucius. I keep no secrets from my mates. Honesty is the best policy, after all.” Harry said with a grin.

Dumbledore nodded. “A wise choice. So, Mr. Zabini, would you be amenable to rooms on the ground floor?” He asked.

“If it will help keep Harry alive, I’m willing to move anywhere.” Blaise said.

“Excellent!” Dumbledore clapped his hands together. “Then I will show you to your new rooms and the elves will move your things there while you two are in class.”
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