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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47105 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Shiloe snickered to himself, arranging his parchment and books on the table before him as Rowena strolled into the library. Sirius was going to be sitting very carefully for the next few hours.
“Very good, you’re early.” She said.
Shiloe nodded. “And eager. I want to know my other forms, too.” He added.
Rowena chuckled. “Well, that’s to be expected. So, the color of a correctly brewed base is..?”
“Robin’s egg blue.” Shiloe answered quickly.
“And the consistency?”
“Watery.”
The correct answers earned him a bright smile. “Shall we go to my lab, then?”
Shiloe stood and quickly followed her through her bedroom and into the potions lab.
“You will have noticed the vials of blood, both mine and the others’, as well as the unicorn blood, I presume?” She asked.
Shiloe nodded. “I have.”
Rowena nodded. “You will not use them without dire need, and only after checking with us first. OUR blood, of course, cannot be replaced. And the unicorn blood will be almost as impossible to regain.”
“I know. That’s fine.” Shiloe said.
“That being said,” Rowena continued, “You are free to use whatever ingredients you know you can replace, so long as you do not waste them on frivolous potions, or ones beyond your ability to brew.”
“I understand, Professor Ravenclaw.” Shiloe told her solemnly.
Rowena looked him over critically, and then smiled. “I see that you do. Very well. Your cauldron.” She indicated a cauldron already set up, with the ingredients the base required already out and arranged beside it, though completely out of order.
Shiloe took a deep breath and headed over, setting up the fire and quickly smothering it, reducing it to smoldering coals and cast a careful ‘Aguamenti’ to make sure he did not add too much water. As soon as the water began to bubble at the edges, he added three red rose petals, stirring clockwise as he did so, counting out five complete rotations, and then squeezed one drop of Flobberworm mucous into the concoction.
Rowena made a pleased sound that Shiloe correctly interpreted as approval.
He added the five lacewing flies, letting them each settle long enough to change the color slightly in between them. He then added another rose petal and watched as the potion turned grey.
‘So far, so good.’
He added three drops of dittany and stepped back, then smiled brightly as the potion belched out a thick cloud of orange steam before settling back down to a simmer. The hardest part was next.
He added the whole Ashwinder egg and two drops of armadillo bile simultaneously. He then counted out twelve seconds before adding the Moondew, five drops in a star pattern. He stirred twice anti-clockwise (‘widdershins,’ as Rowena was wont to call it) and added the last item, the small moonstone that had been in the last vial next to the cauldron, with a satisfied flourish.
The potion shimmered, turned purple—and Shiloe nearly had a coronary.
‘What the HELL did I do wrong?!’ He thought, gazing into the potion anxiously.
Then, it shimmered again and turned the correct color. Shiloe sighed in relief.
“Well done!” Rowena exclaimed happily.
Shiloe smiled brightly. “Thanks.”
Rowena cast a spell to keep the coals smoldering and another to contain the potion area in case of accidental spills or explosions, and they left the lab.
“I will cast the stasis charms when it is time, and we will continue this next weekend. However, I believe you need to go to the common room for another lesson.”
Shiloe looked at her in shock. “What?! Another?! But it’s SUNDAY!” He whined.
Rowena leveled a hard glare at Shiloe. “And you need all the training we’ll have time to give you to defeat the Dark Lord, won’t you? As will Harry. Now, go.”
Shiloe sighed in disgust at the surrender of his weekend, and headed out to the common room in a huff. He saw Helga—no, her Shiloe—sitting on the couch, waiting for him.
“You have been completely neglecting your powers, in addition to not developing them properly.” She said serenely.
Shiloe sighed. “So?” He asked.
The glare he got from the other Shiloe was venomous. “You’re harming your Host. If you do not develop your powers properly, his casting will suffer the effects. Do you want his spells to be volatile and unpredictable to the point where he stops using them completely?”
“Oh.” Shiloe lowered his gaze to the floor, thoughtfully.
No, he really didn’t want to be to blame, but how was he supposed to practice without detection? He realized that the clearing in the forbidden forest was most likely warded for just this reason.
“Follow me.” The elder Shiloe told him briskly, walking into her room and toward the now-invisible door to the Saferoom. “You may call me Lo, it will make things easier, and besides, we are Pack. A certain level of familiarity is called for between us.” She said, stroking the green family bond between them, which purred happily at the recognition, making Shiloe smile.
She then laid her hand on the wall, and the door to the Saferoom appeared. She opened it, and Shiloe and Lo were greeted with the sight of Lucius, standing in front of the bed, naked as the day he was born and dripping slightly.
Shiloe groaned and closed his eyes. “Must not jump him, must not jump him.” He muttered to himself.
“My, my! And aren’t you the prettiest man I’ve set eyes on in some time. Hello, Darling, who ARE you?” Lo purred, sauntering forward and circling the shocked Malfoy patriarch slowly, looking him over.
“I’m Lucius Malfoy.” Lucius said apprehensively.
“Mm, yes, you ARE.” Lo agreed. Finally, she stopped and stood in front of him, letting out a low whistle. “Shiloe, you are a very lucky boy.” She said approvingly, and then looked up a few inches into Lucius’ eyes. “You can put on your robes now.” She told him.
Lucius’ lips quirked. “Thank you.” He said, a bit awkwardly, and Shiloe grinned.
‘Never thought I’d see him THAT flustered.’ He thought in amusement.
Lo flashed him a bright grin and opened the door to the clearing. “Go through, Little One.” She said, earning her a glare from Shiloe. She turned to smile at Lucius again. “Feel free to join us if you’d like.” She added before closing the door.
Shiloe raised an eyebrow as the door melted back into the tree on which it had appeared. It was perfectly camouflaged and undetectable once it was closed from either side. “So, what are we doing?”
Lo shrugged. “Practice. I command, you obey. You have control of the elements already, yes?” She checked.
“Of course.” Shiloe sneered.
“Don’t get cheeky with me; I can kill you where you stand, Child.” Lo hissed.
Shiloe smirked. “Mm, excellent. I was just checking to see if you were really as docile as you can seem. I am glad you aren’t.” He said lightly. “What would you like me to do, Madam Lo?”
“I will give you a weather condition; you create it in this clearing. We are going to work on your speed.” She said firmly. “It will also help to give your power an outlet, giving you better temperament while under emotional strain.”
“Very well.”
“Rain.” Lo said.
Shiloe called forth the rain, easily.
“Hail.”
Again, the change was quick and seamless.
Lo smiled. Finally, she got to train another Shiloe. This was going to be invigorating.
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“Sleet. Snow. Sun. Hail. Sun. Rain. Fog. Blizzard. Hail. Fog. Sun. Rest. Very good.” Lo told Shiloe approvingly as he collapsed to sprawl on the ground, panting and sweating, with a loud groan.
“Just kill me now. Tell me we’re not just taking another quick break?” Shiloe asked pitifully. The lesson had been going on for almost an hour now, and the youth was totally drained of any and all excess energy.
He was ready for any sustenance he could find, and he wasn’t all too picky where it came from, by now.
“No, Sweeting, it’s over. I know that was hard, but you did very well.” Lo told him gently, sitting next to him and carding her fingers through his hair.
Shiloe sighed and leaned into the touch. “I need blood. Or sex. Sex would actually be preferable.”
Lo giggled. “I’m sure it would, but do you really want to couple on the hard ground out here?”
Shiloe sighed in disgust. “I can get up and go inside. See?” He pushed himself up, and then fell back again as his head swam dizzyingly. “Hm, maybe not.” He allowed.
Lo smiled fondly at him. “I’ll go grab you a bite to eat, shall I?” She offered.
“Mm, yes, I’m particularly fond of Purebloods!” He called jokingly, knowing that all of his options fit the bill.
Lo’s voice was faint as she shut the door behind her. “Aren’t we all?”
Shiloe lay, looking up at the canopy of branches above his head as he waited for his anchor to come through the door, wondering who she would bring.
He was more than a little surprised when Draco came through a few moments later.
“Hi.” He said, sitting next to Shiloe and lifting the teen’s upper body into his lap. “I was visiting Father. Here,” He said briskly, popping open the top few buttons on his shirt and offering his chest. “Helga told me that you’ll get the most out of it if you Feed directly over the heart.”
Shiloe smiled. “Or directly over the magical core, as the case may be. She’s right.” He agreed, then called his fangs and gently sank them into the skin just above Draco’s left nipple.
Draco hissed at the sting, but within seconds he was rock-hard and panting, moaning lightly when Shiloe’s tongue slid out to catch a stray droplet that had decided to coat Draco’s nipple.
Shiloe finally pulled away and sighed. “I’m going to need to carry you inside. You won’t be able to walk for a few hours without getting dizzy.” He explained, getting up and stretching.
Draco sighed. “And you couldn’t have told me this before?” He asked wryly.
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “And miss out on the richest, most delicious blood Feeding I’ve had yet? Now why would I do that?” He teased.
“Common courtesy, perhaps.” Draco drawled as Shiloe lifted him, bridal-style, and carried him back in through the open door.
“It’s not so common as all that. I have hardly any.” Shiloe said jokingly.
Draco smirked. “Yes, it shows.”
Lucius looked at them both with a raised eyebrow. “Draco, Malfoys do NOT-“
“Trust me, Father, if I COULD be walking, I WOULD be walking.” Draco cut him off with a glare at Shiloe. “But Mr. I’m-going-to-accept-your-generous-offer-without-telling-you-the-consequences decided not to tell me that it would make me a temporary invalid to let him Feed where Helga suggested until AFTER he Fed.”
Lucius chuckled. “As would any self-respecting Slytherin. You are apparently not as Gryffindorish as your Host.” He said the last to Shiloe.
“Indeed, I am equal parts Slytherin and Ravenclaw, though I feel more of a kinship with Slytherin than any other house or Founder.” Shiloe said, heading to the door that led to Helga’s room. “Will you let us out? And join us, if you please?”
Lucius opened the door for them and followed Shiloe out into the common room.
Neville and Sirius were there, chatting, as Cedric did his homework at one of the tables. He was talking softly to Rowena, and it looked like she was happily tutoring him in whatever subject he was working on.
“Off the couch, please.” Shiloe said, interrupting Neville and Sirius’ chat.
They both moved into armchairs and Shiloe set Draco down on the couch, dropping to his knees beside him and stroking his soft hair. “Can I get you anything? You should probably eat and drink something.”
Draco sighed. “I feel faint.” He said dramatically.
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “No, you don’t. You’re just a bit dizzy, you prat. What do you want to eat?”
Draco huffed. “There’s not much I can eat without making a mess since I’m lying down.” He sneered.
“I can move you into a sitting position as long as we do it slowly.” Shiloe offered.
“I prefer to ‘do it’ fast and hard, thanks.” Draco teased with a grin. “Fine, help me sit and call a house-elf.”
Shiloe rolled his eyes at the assuming tone, but helped anyway. Sirius called for a house-elf while Shiloe was occupied.
“I think some tea and biscuits will suffice. I’d hate to ruin dinner, after all.” Draco told the elf when asked what he would like.
Shiloe wandered over to Cedric while Draco got his tea and prepared it the way he liked.
“Hey. What are we working on?” He asked interestedly.
“Something I am not much help with, sadly.” Rowena replied.
“Muggle Studies.” Cedric said, running a hand through his hair with a long-suffering sigh. “I just… Ugh!” He turned to Shiloe with pleading eyes. “PLEASE tell me you know of three… Um, ‘appliances,’ that Muggles use to cook with, besides the stove.”
Shiloe sighed in disgust, but answered, since he did indeed know. “Well, there’s the toaster, the microwave and the toaster OVEN.” He offered.
“Oh, Merlin, thank you!” Cedric told him, scribbling on his parchment furiously. “You wouldn’t happen to know how they keep food fresh for a long time without preservation charms, would you?”
Shiloe huffed. “Some foods are made with chemicals in them called ‘preservatives’ that do just that. Otherwise, they usually store it in the freezer or refrigerator.”
“Okay, and… I need two reasons why the Muggle methods of cooking are more dangerous than using spells to do the brunt of the work.”
“Well, Muggles can easily cut themselves while slicing things and they can also burn themselves when handling anything that comes off the stove or out of the oven or microwave.”
Cedric smiled brightly, finishing his writing and throwing his quill down and hugging Shiloe. “Thank you SO much, you’re a lifesaver!” He gushed.
Shiloe chuckled. “Harry lived with Muggles; of course I know this stuff.” He said. “I’d be happy to help you out again, anytime you need it.”
Cedric smiled widely. “Well, that’s my last assignment done, so what shall we do?”
“Well, I just had a rather grueling training session with L-Helga, and then I Fed, but there is one thing…” He bit his lip and flushed.
“What?” Cedric prompted.
Shiloe closed his eyes to avoid Cedric’s gaze, then asked softly, “Would you cuddle with me? I need to just be held for a while.”
Cedric chuckled. “Of course I will, Shi. Come on.” He took Shiloe’s hand and led him to an armchair.
Shiloe sighed happily, settling himself sideways on Cedric’s lap and snuggling into his chest. “Thank you.” He murmured when Cedric’s arms came up to wrap around him.
“Anytime.” Cedric replied, pressing a kiss to the top of Shiloe’s head.
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