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Unlikely Heroes	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 80942 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Title: Unlikely Heroes

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry, LuciusxSeverus, RemusxSeverus

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A battered Boy Who Lived finds his world come crashing down when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Shockingly, the only ones to come to his rescue are those he'd believed were his enemies.

Notes: Is compatible to the Selection of Triwizard Champions.

Chapter 23B

Dora had delivered her prisoner Bartimus Crouch Jr. to the Ministry cells and went to return to Hogwarts after returning home for her Auror’s robes and her father.

She still knew her way to the Defense classroom but had to use a point me spell to find the professor’s apartments.

She opened the door and found Severus had spun around and had a wand at her throat. “I’ll overlook that.”

“My apologies Dora.” Severus bowed his head regally, “Can’t be too careful now. Especially with you know who on the warpath.”

“How is Moody?” Dora asked.

“He has pneumonia. Most likely wouldn’t have lasted too much longer in that dreary pit.” Smythe replied. “He has an infection where his magical eye was supposed to be. Have to treat that before he can have it back. He is truly muttering things about blood on his hands. He shows signs of being cast into magical sleep as well as being under the imperious but that isn’t really my field. I leave mental magic up to my esteemed colleague. I’m leaving instructions for potent potions to fight his infections. I do hope the Ministry sees fit to give them to him. I can’t guarantee without treatment from both myself and Tonks that he will be well enough to answer questions. In particular his second potion will if veritaserum is taken while he is using that potion will turn the truth potion into a deadly poison. I hope your supervisors heed my warnings.” The Healer left after handing Severus the prescription.

McGonagall was sobbing, holding Moody’s dirty shaggy grey head in her lap. It was more emotion then Dora had ever seen her express.

Moody looked less imposing then she remembered, he was unconscious and missing his wooden leg and magical blue eye. In short, he looked vulnerable.

Ted stepped forward, casting a variety of spells. “He’s been subjected to mental magic over a long period not just recently, decades. He has many memory blocks that are disintegrating. True the caster was talented but too many can destroy a great mind. I doubt he will end up in Azkaban no matter his crimes. He will probably end up in the Janus Thickey ward in St. Mungos.”

McGonagall sobbed harder, “Who could have done this? He was a great Auror, devoted to tracking down Dark Wizards…murdering innocents…he would never…could never…”

“The strength of his mind and conscious would have no bearing if the caster was stronger.” Ted tried to soothe her, “It might not be his fault but that is up to the Aurors or the Council of Magical Law to decide.”

“Dad, in his condition would it be safe to imprison him at the Ministry?” Dora was curious.

“The cells are too drafty and it would make his pneumonia worse I think. Perhaps, the Janus Thickey ward would be prudent. He would have the best care there for both mental and physical maladies.” Ted said shaking his head.

“We should take him there then. I’ll inform Scrimgour. He won’t be pleased but having Moody die in a Ministry cell would be embarrassing. I’ll insist on having Auror guards to appease him. It was lucky I was there to take Crouch into custody. There will be an investigation as to how he managed to escape Azkaban.” Dora said smirking.

“Most fortunate.” Lucius chuckled from his place guarding the door after arriving with Healer Smythe. “How shall you be transporting Moody?”

“Perhaps, through his floo. It would be faster.” Though not a big man, Ted could carry most patients without lightening charms. “Deputy Headmistress is welcome,”

McGonagall pulled out a handkerchief and wiped her tears, “Minerva, please. We may not be Bonded anymore but he is still important to me.”

Lucius was perversely pleased, Deputy Headmistress she maybe but having a former Bondmate who would no doubt prove to be a pawn of Dumbledore who probably helped kidnap Gideon once and many other crimes yet to come to light. Her candidacy for Headmistress would be badly damaged by her association with Moody. His Severus had a better chance now. Lucius wasn’t sure after removing Dumbledore that Severus would immediately be a viable choice. However, Professor Flitwick who he remembered from his days as a student might not be a poor choice. He was honourable and had always looked out for his students. Though they would need to hire a replacement Defense Professor now that a fake Moody was unmasked and the real one would be incapable of fulfilling that task for a number of reasons. McGonagall might prove to be taking some time off because of Moody’s illness. If he could spare Dora he would have her take over the Defense post but he needed her to investigate Dumbledore especially now that his character was taking a Darker turn.

Severus glanced at Lucius, “We’ll be needing a Professor to teach the Dark Arts. I’ve wanted that Position for a long time but I don’t think now would be wise. Perhaps, you could convince the Governors to accept Remus? He is probably bored hiding out in my rooms all day. Perhaps, you could fill in on days he should stay in bed?”

Lucius chuckled, “I see we think alike. I shall do my best to see that his position as Professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts in reinstated. He left abruptly last year. I’ll inform the parents that he is not a werewolf and that it was all a misunderstanding. After all the seer said it was reversible.”

Severus was pleased that Lucius agreed, “I’ll go tell Remus. I’m sure he’ll be excited.” He swooped out of the room.

Lucius approached McGonagall, “Would you like Moody’s things packed up at taken to your rooms? You can ensure they are not meddled with that way.” Despite her blind following of Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall was a very intelligent and powerful witch.

“Yes, thank you Lord Malfoy.” She seemed surprised.

“Rumours of my bad character have been greatly exaggerated. You are in for a difficult time. I will render whatever assistance I can.”

McGonagall nodded looking at Moody sadly, “For all his faults, he was a great man.”

“If no one else will remember that about him, you should. In the end it is you who once knew him best.” Lucius said gently, amazed at how seeing how distressed she was could change his opinion of her from early Monday morning. He had thought her foolish and insufferable.

Ted picked up Moody, “Come now ladies. We should take him to St. Mungos. Dora if you would retrieve his leg and eye.”

Dora did but not without feeling a bit squeamish.

Lucius watched until they entered the floo, summoning two of his house elves he set them to packing up Moody’s things, ordering them not to repair anything including the Sneakascopes but to makes sure both the Defense Professor’s apartments and office were cleaned but not to let the Hogwarts elves touch a thing. Moody’s things were to be taken to the Deputy Headmistress’ apartments and sealed until her return.

The elves bowed several times promising to told as instructed.

XoooooX

Severus burst into his rooms where Remus was eating dinner alone, “Remus! With Moody gone there is an opening on the staff!”

Remus nodded, “So when is Tonks starting?”

Severus snickered, “Not Tonks you dunderhead! YOU!”

Remus blinked, “I thought you wanted the job?”

“And miss out on tormenting Ron at his worst subject? Deflating Granger’s ego? Melding Harry in and my snakes into eminent potioneers? Never. Besides, you are eminently qualified. I’ve always been too interesting in grey magic and some Dark Spells to be extremely confident in my ability to teach Defense. Lucius is going to hire you; he’ll be informing everyone that you resigned because you were taken ill. Your Werewolf status will be swept under the rug. I’ll gladly brew your potion and Lucius will fill in on days you are ill.”

“What about Ron and Granger? They’ve seen me transform.” Remus said a bit worried.

“Ron’s word will be taken as that of a insufferable git, they’ll think he’s mad. Besides, who would believe that Lucius would hire a werewolf anyway?”

“Does that mean I have to move out of these rooms and into my old apartment?” Remus was a bit wary of that.

Severus stared, “You think I want you to move out?” he grabbed Remus by his robes and kissed him hard.

The older man shocked Remus with such forward behaviour, but his wolf groaned in contentment. He pulled Severus into his lap and kissed him back eagerly.

They didn’t stop kissing until a clearing throat interrupted them.

Severus turned red.

Remus looked up to find a jealous Lucius.

“By all means, ignore me.” Lucius said trying to hold back his desire to rip HIS Severus out of Remus’ lap.

Severus said quietly, “I’m sorry Lucius. I couldn’t help it. I desire him too but I’m still yours. We’ve only snogged this once.”

Lucius sighed, “I should have expected this. You were so excited to tell him about the job. Some of the students thought you’d lost your mind. You were grinning…”

Severus left Remus and leaned up to kiss Lucius, “You know I love you.”

Lucius kissed those swollen lips eagerly, “I do,”

Remus caught a glimpse of their Dark Marks, “Um…did you notice? It’s been getting darker? I don’t remember it looking like that last year.”

Severus swallowed, “I’d tried not to notice. Karkaroff has been twitchy lately I know he’s nervous. I keep trying to avoid him. Especially with the Fake Moody being all nosy.”

“For Draco and Harry’s sake we’ll have to figure out how to make this work.” Remus said pleasantly.

“Perhaps, it’s time I do some investigation of my own. I might be able to find the Dark Lord and see if I can find out what he is planning.”

Severus shivered, “I won’t be there to…”

“Yes you will. We will go tomorrow. Remus can watch the boys. It’s a Hogsmeade weekend. I’m sure Draco would want to take Harry on a Proper date. There is that new restaurant in Hogsmeade. He is welcome to choose else were if you escort him.”

Remus was not pleased that Severus was going ‘Dark Lord’ hunting with Lucius but they were adults. “I’ll watch over Harry and Draco. I expect you to bring Severus back in one piece. I may not be his legal Bondmate but I will be very upset if he is injured in anyway.”

Lucius would have verbally attacked Remus for implying that he would let Severus come to any harm.

“I think we both have had quite enough excitement for today. I think we should have a nice quiet meal, I’ll check on the House and then we are going to bed." Severus said firmly, his hand gripping Lucius' forearm

Lucius sighed, he knew better then to argue when Severus used that tone. He summoned Treca, “Dinner for two.” since Remus had already been brought a tray.

They ate quietly after dinner was brought and little was said until Severus left to do his nightly check on his House.

XoooooX

Draco had led his group down to the dungeons and then up for dinner. Viktor hadn’t returned by Dinner and neither had Angelina or Fred and George.

Harry waved at someone, “Fred’s back with Angelina but I don’t see George.”

Blaise spotted Charlie; he hurried over to the three, “Please come eat with us?” he was hungry to spend more time in Charlie’s company. He was in the space of a few days becoming quite attached.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Angelina asked, “I am a Gryffindor Prefect.”

“You’re Fred’s girl. He’s one of Harry’s protectors. Besides, he has to introduce you two to Sophronia.” Blaise said reaching out to touch Charlie’s forearm.

Fred blinked, “Sophronia?”

Blaise laughed, “You know, Mal? The Chuvash King renamed her.”

“I have yet to meet this new cousin.” Charlie said giving into Blaise’s invitation. “Besides, I should pass on the good news.”

Blaise gently tugged Charlie by the arm and thus leading Fred and Angelina over to Slytherin’s table.

Draco raised an eyebrow but gestured for them to sit. He worried about Blaise, his old friend seemed quite smitten with George’s older brother and he worried Blaise would be disappointed.

Neville had been a bit shy since his outburst and had taken to watching Adrian who seemed most uncomfortable at Draco’s gradual deference and acceptance of the Chuvash King’s decree. Why had he stopped when Adrian told him to? He’d never really spoken to the Slytherin Chaser and Prefect before…

Adrian tried not to notice the young cute Gryffindor’s stare much less the rest of his House.

Mafalda asked quietly, “What did HE mean by saying that I am a Daughter of the House of Black…”

Draco smiled at her, “He is the true Lord of the House of Black, and you have both Black and Prewett blood in your veins. You are the only woman of Black blood in our House. By his decree you are Queen of Slytherin, you out rank every girl in our House including the Prefects. You also technically outrank me. For example you have the right to disagree with me. Only Adrian outranks us both.”

Greg moaned, “That means I have to re-memorize our House March to meals!”

The House laughed.

“A House that prides itself on tradition should graciously accept the change. Daughters of the House of Black have always had the highest status.” Draco acknowledged. “As for Adrian, according to the Chuvash King, specific blood runs through his veins. Only the blood of one can raise him to the highest rank our House can grant.”

Every Slytherin bowed their head in reverence.

Harry didn’t understand.

Blaise leaned over to hiss. “He’s a descendant of Slytherin to be sure. Only that Blood outranks Malfoy and Black.”

Harry nodded in thanks.

“You expect me to believe that daughter of a Squib is my Queen?” Pansy sneered.

The House gasped at her brazen disrespect.

“The true Head of her Family has granted her that place.” Draco said scornfully.

“Sophronia has been accepted by my papa, Lord Prewett as a member of his House and she shall be Blood Adopted and made an heiress by the New Year. I won’t have you disrespecting my sister.” Fred glared.

“I’m not afraid of you bloodtraitor” Pansy glared back.

“I am no bloodtraitor. The Bloodtraitor is that useless scum who dare call himself my brother.” Fred snapped.

“I declare the sons of Gideon Prewett, Lord of the House of Prewett and Arthur Weasley, firstborn of Lord Weasley to be pureblood heirs. They are NOT bloodtraitors. Watch yourself Parkinson, you are trying my patience and you are disrespecting our Queen. I am sure my Aunt Andromeda would be pleased to make your acquaintance. She was our last Queen. Had my cousin been a member of our House she no doubt would have accepted the role.”

“Andromeda Tonks was a coward and a bloodtraitor.” Pansy sneered.

“Her Bondmate is the most talented Mind Healer in Britain. His services sought from the Ministry and even amoung our leading families. His blood status is not an issue, if the Chuvash King accepts him as worthy of her and she is a Daughter of his House what right do you have to besmirch her reputation or his?”

Pansy’s mouth was not only turning Greg’s heart against her but it was alienating her from her House. She dared to question not only Draco’s but also Sophronia’s authority. It was so utterly unSlytherin of her, that even her dormmates were properly ashamed of her.

Draco vaguely noticed Neville’s constant glancing at Adrian and wondered what that could mean. Adrian had been claimed as a Chuvash and Neville was supposed to be one at his inheritance. Knowing Neville’s personality due to his previous attempts to bully the forgetful boy, he was sure due to his shyness he would prove to be a submissive Chuvash. Was Adrian’s Chuvash laying an early claim?

Blaise spent much of dinner doing his best to flirt with Charlie, who managed to deflect or pretend not to notice his attentions.

Draco was politely solicitous of the Durmstrang students, who looked a bit lost without their Prince Krum.

Harry had Draco’s arm wrapped around his waist, it was comforting to feel the warmth of the older boy’s body so close to his own.

Dinner was a light-hearted affair; Fred was taking great pleasure introducing Mafalda- now called Sophronia to his girlfriend and his older brother. If their papa was adopting her that made her more sister then Ginny, Mal was a more interesting person then Ginny the mouse.

After Dinner, Draco waited for Adrian and Mafalda to take their new places before falling just behind them with Fred and Vince between them. Harry was at Draco’s side, Blaise was one step behind them, having invited Charlie to visit the Dungeon, the Dominant was walking beside him, unconsciously assuming the place of mate of the Prince’s second. Greg was behind them and the Seventh Year Prefects, then the rest of their year ect. The only true difference was where Mafalda Prewett and Adrian stood.

They made their way amid stares to the dungeon.

When Adrian broke formation to hide himself away in his room, Neville felt a bit lost and alone with no way to explain his feelings. He didn’t really know the Sixth Year Slytherin, but a part of him wished he did.

Adrian couldn’t avoid a feeling of incompleteness, like he’d touched something amazing briefly and then had it slip through his fingers but he was too distracted to guess what it would be. He had little idea he was related to a Founder, much less Slytherin….

Blaise made sure there was a fire in the dormitory’s hearth, escorting Charlie to a chair near it. He was proud to showcase Slytherin’s comforting charms to the person he admired. Shyly he took a place at the Dominant Chuvash’s feet after retrieving his homework and a rare book on Chuvash for Charlie.

Charlie had to admit the Slytherin Dungeons were a far warmer place then he’d thought before. A fire in a dormitory? How charming….

Blaise summoned his elf for soothing drinks.

The elf returned with Firewhiskey and a hot chocolate.

Harry was shown to Draco’s bed where they curled up to finish their homework early.

Draco had managed to break Harry’s four-year habit of putting homework off to the last second by promising sweets or other incentives to get Harry to agree and focus.

Harry was eager to finish his work so he was actually paying attention to his Potions Homework. He didn’t want to disappoint Severus who had been so kind to him in recent weeks.

Draco had the foresight to realise that with Moody gone that the position of Defense professor opened up. Although he knew Papa had wanted the job, it would be more prudent to return it to its previous occupant. He glanced at Greg, “Do your best with your Defense Homework. I’m sure the new Defense professor would be more then willing to help you with your problem.”

Greg shifted nervously, “How do you know?”

“I’m betting papa will have Remus rehired. He’s already around anyway, plus he’s got experience. I know his specialty is Charms but we do need someone and Papa is not so easily replaceable. Brewers of his talent don’t just show up more then once every generation.” Draco laughed.

Neville had the same homework as Harry but sat near Greg so he could hear Fred’s explanation of their Transfiguration assignment.

Draco chuckled, “I think you should see about dropping Divination, Trelawney is a terrible teacher. I’m focusing more on Ancient Runes; I think you’d do well in that class. Blaise does but he did have a pre-Hogwarts education.”

“I don’t really understand it and I spent half my time making up ludicrous predictions.” Harry said quietly.

“I’m sure that the Veela Queen’s seer doesn’t attend that class, but then again Trelawney might be too oblivious to recognize a true seer.” Draco shrugged, “I’m sure if we talked to Professor Vector that he would let you in. Especially if Blaise and I helped you catch up. If all else failed you could take it with the Third Years. You might not get to take your NEWTS in it but it would be far more beneficial to you then Divination.”

Neville sighed, he hated Divination but he didn’t seem to have a talent for it. Unlike Herbology…Gran was always berating him because of his marks but he had some hope of specializing in Herbology like Professor Sprout.

Soon Homework was finished because Slytherins like Ravenclaws believed in finishing immediately and turned to more pleasant tasks.

Harry and Draco curled up behind half drawn curtains for privacy.

Draco had one arm around Harry’s waist, resting his hand on the tiny teen’s cheek and drew him into a demanding kiss.

Until Draco Harry hadn’t even known what a kiss truly was or how enjoyable it could be. Draco could make him forget everything.

Draco loved the feel of Harry’s skin beneath his hand, the softness of his lips and the warmth of his body. Draco had been restraining himself because sleeping with non-Chuvash was known to make them infertile and the last thing he wanted was to destroy Harry’s chance of having a family, just because they were supposed to be together didn’t mean they wouldn’t have challenges to face first. He would be lying to deny an urge to explore Harry’s body, to memorize every muscle, every erogenous zone and more. He felt his prick harden as he pulled Harry close.

Blaise’s ears twitched as he felt every moan escaping Harry’s lips no matter how faint. He was thankful for his dark complexion and the folds of his robe that his reaction to their endearing shy snogging session was giving him. He glanced sideways up at the Dominant Chuvash whose attentions he wished to be the recipient of but seemed to guess nothing of his desires.

Charlie did his best to ignore them; he did wish that he could find someone…he just didn’t expect to. Submissive male Chuvash were rare and he didn’t expect to find one.

Draco had managed to forget they weren’t alone; his hand crept beneath Harry’s crisp white linen dress shirt, after slowly tugging it free from the Gryffindor’s trousers. Splaying his fingers on Harry’s bare stomach, he groaned, looking down into those green eyes wide with shock and pleasure.

Harry hadn’t felt Draco’s hand on his bare skin before; after all they’d never bathed together. The touch felt branding; Draco’s hand felt like it burned where it touched him.

Blaise flew to his feet; clapping his hands, “Bath time. I’m sure Adrian’s done. We should go claim the bath.”

Blaise’s announcement startled Draco that he fell out of bed.

Charlie was surprised, “What?”

Blaise grinned at him, “You don’t think the Hogwarts Prefects’ bath was the only one of it’s kind here do you? Slytherin had one installed here. Of course there is a boy and girls one. Never seen the girls but I heard it is staffed by Neriads. Ours has Naiads but we can ask for Neriads.”

Vince groaned, “Can I shower? I’d prefer not to…”

Blaise chuckled, “You’re welcome to the deep end and all the Naiads you desire with Fred and Greg.”

”What are Neriads?” Harry asked after catching his breath.

“Neriads are like Naiads, unlike merfolk they are actually beautiful. They are sexually flexible. If they were human they would be considered bi-sexual. A Naiad is a female water nymph while a Neriad is a male water nymph.” Blaise explained gently. “Slytherin baths are a secret pleasure usually afforded only to the Slytherin King, Queen, Prince, Prefects and their Court. Ordinary Slytherins don’t get that kind of special treatment.” Blaise was quite eager to see Charlie naked. “We get massaged with fragrant oils and then washed before soaking in hot water that has potions that promote beautiful, healthy skin.”

“That’s why you are all so good-looking.” Fred said astonished.

“I think Pansy hoped as my consort she would be granted access to that world of pleasures. Now she never will.” Draco said reaching for his dressing gown and swiftly undressing. He slipped his feet into velvet slippers, gesturing for Harry to do the same.

Harry swiftly followed Draco’s example.

Charlie was a bit surprised at the swiftness everyone undressed.

Blaise summoned his elf and requested a dressing gown for Charlie.

Charlie attempted to protest.

Blaise grinned up at him, “You’re my guest.”

Fred summoned his own dressing gown from the Tower but it was used and frayed. He took pity on Neville and summoned the shy boy’s as well.

Draco was ashamed for his friend; the son of the Prewett Lord shouldn’t be forced to wear clothes like that.

Blaise’s elf returned quickly with a stiff and dated dressing gown but had clearly belonged to a wealth person.

Properly attired, they made their way deeper in the Dungeon.

Blaise led the way, opening the shining polished wooden door, “Welcome to paradise.”

The room was far from empty, there were two Neriads present with the normal number of Naiads present but two were tending to Adrian.

Neville blushed, wrapping his dressing gown tighter around him.

Draco bowed, “My apologies for disturbing you my Lord.”

“Slytherin’s Cauldron! Give it a rest Malfoy. I’m sick of that. I never asked for this blood, imagine my surprise when I woke on my sixteenth birthday to find I had inherited this? We hadn’t had a Chuvash in the Pucey line before, the portraits of my ancestors were stunned. You want to use the room’s services, I have no objections.”

“Chuvash had been considered extinct in the Weasley line. I guess I inherited mine through my grandmother Cedrella.” Charlie said politely.

Adrian’s Chuvash sensed another dominant, sized him up and decided that a fight wasn’t worth it. The other Dominant was taller, broader and seemed to have more natural strength.

Blaise cast a more experienced eye over Adrian; he’d known more Chuvash personally but never intimately. Charlie was more manly, more clearly a Dominant. His own unawakened Chuvash was more drawn to the Dragon-tamer rather then the Slytherin Chaser.

The room was hot and the air filled with incense.

Draco shook his head politely at the Naiads, only Fred, Greg and Vince shall be using your services. If the Neriads are free, we would prefer a host of them to serve us.

One of the Naiads flirted off and soon returned with at least twenty of her male kindred.

The Neriads surrounded Draco’s companions, four to a boy. They sensually undressed him, leading him to a cushioned table.

Harry followed Draco’s example and let himself be led.

The Neriads ran sensual hands over their bodies, pausing to anoint their liquid hands with oils and perfumes.

Harry moaned softly, unused to such pleasures. His skin riddled with scars was very sensitive.

Draco couldn’t help in his eyes were glued to Harry’s slight form.

Neriads had no rules about what not to touch, they used their skills to bring their clients pleasure. Rubbing nipples in a circular pattern, their water like hands almost lapping at your skin, the sensual pressure of their hands on sensitive thighs and…

Harry and Neville having never been subject to a Neriad or Naiad’s attention or spent much time pleasuring themselves were soon fully hard and gasping.

Their reaction hadn’t been expected to be so quick.

They took to the pleasures like a bird does flight.

Blaise could hardly hold back his enjoyment; it was a sinfully enjoyable experience. He eagerly awaited the day when it was his Dominant’s hands on his body but he hoped they were rougher.

Neville and Harry came first, their cum mixing with the smell of the incense. They were carried over to the fountains where their bodies were washed with a soap-like mixture that smelt strongly of olive oil. Languidly they relaxed being carried by the Neriads who laid them in carved seats in what the Muggles would call a Jacuzzi.

Blaise was next, his cry escaping tightly pursed lips.

The two dominants in the room could not fail to notice something similar about the three.

Draco’s Veela though unawakened had memorized the smell and sound of Harry’s total pleasure and abandon.

Soon all of the boys had tasted the pleasure of a Neriad or a Naiad’s massage, they were bathed and washed before escorted to join Harry and Neville who were boneless.

Draco did something he’d never done before, join Harry and pull him into his lap.

At first Harry fought feeling the sensation of a manly body beneath him, his Chuvash soon recognized his mate and relaxed. His head resting on Draco’s shoulder and his back leaned against Draco’s strong chest.

The bath was small and didn’t truly allow for this number of people.

Blaise blushed and apologized as he slid into Charlie’s lap.

Charlie was stunned but did nothing to push him away.

Adrian saw nowhere to sit.

Neville swallowed, “I…can share…” his blush spread quickly from his cheeks to his toes. Why did he desire to be near the older student?

Adrian accepted not knowing quite why, lifting the other with a weak levitating charm and slipping in behind him.

Neville’s human desire to flee was calmed by a rush of contentment.

Blaise could feel Charlie’s muscles taunt beneath him, his ardour for the Dominant increasing.

So Harry’s nervousness had disappeared and he started to doze off comforted by Draco’s closeness and the relaxing experience.

Chuckling, Draco lifted him out kissing him softly, “Merlin you’re gorgeous.”

The Neriads hurried to dry them both and helped them into their dressing gowns.

Those reluctant to leave were Neville and Blaise but they had no words to explain.

Blaise had relaxed openly for probably the first time in his life.

“It’s late I should head back to the tent.” Charlie said quietly.

Blaise clutched his sleeve, “Please don’t. You can take my bed. Neville and I can sleep on the armchairs. I’ll transfigure them into daybeds Amry will bring bedding.”

“What about Fred?” Charlie asked curious.

“If it’s too late to be in the halls, he curls up on the floor by Greg’s bed. He said he was used to hard beds.” Draco replied as he dressed a sleepy Harry and put him to bed. Stripping out of his own dressing gown he slid into silk lined velvet monogrammed pyjamas.

Charlie nodded, “They’ve been treated harshly much of the time at home. Most of us were too wary of Molly’s wrath to step up for them.” He’d briefly seen Viktor with George, in person the Bulgarian Seeker had a different persona then he did during a match. He found he approved of the young man who was less then two years older then his youngest brother. He changed into clothes he summoned quietly from the tent and almost gratefully crawled into Blaise’s bed. As he drifted off he wondered why the boy seemed so eager to please him.

Fred noticed slightly and thought Charlie was oblivious, remembering Blaise’s teasing comment about choosing George as a type rather then himself because he liked girls too much. Only to have his twin reply that their tastes were probably too similar to match. Literally, they both drifted to Seekers, rather well built one’s with Chuvash blood and rather protective natures.

Theo buried himself in the covers having been mostly forgotten. Blaise was practically whoring himself for the tall muscular redhead, how could the man not notice? He worshipped Blaise, yet he’d been turned down before he could even ask properly. Blaise was so good and kind, he helped him with his schoolwork and kept other Slytherins from bullying him. He hero-worshiped the other and yet he remained invisible.

Harry snuggled sleepily into Draco’s chest unconsciously wrapping an arm around the older boy’s neck.

Draco kissed his forehead, how quickly things changed between them. They’d gone from hurling curses at one another to cuddling in a few short weeks. Until seeing beneath the illusion he’d built up of Harry Potter he’d not believed in Love and had expected he’d find himself trapped eventually in a lonely, unhappy Bonding with Parkinson. But his last thought as he drifted off was of Harry and how much he’d fight to stay at his side.

XoooooX

Having left Weasley Hall, Viktor flooed holding George close to his parents home in the forests of Bulgaria. He made his way to his father’s study, finding the door closed he knocked and hissed out in Parseltongue, “Father?”

The door opened of it’s own accord, “Son?”

“Father I have come with glad tidings.”

“Enter.”

Viktor entered his fingers entwined with George; “I bring one whom shall bear your grandchild if you consent. I present George Weasley, grandson of Lord Weasley, fifth born of Lord Prewett. He has running through his veins Chuvash blood. Like me his Chuvash cannot shed it’s skin. He is a descendant of the Chuvash King.”

A man taller then Charlie and far more imposing rose from the desk. “Let me have a look at him.”

George swallowed and felt almost naked as Viktor’s hand released his, but he stood tall and proud as if he were watching Oliver accept the Quidditch Cup finally.

“He shall do I think. He has spirit this one.” The man drawled. “Smells of Earth.”

“His eldest brother is a Gringotts Cursebreaker, unmated. The second born, a Dominant Chuvash, unmated that works for Dragomir at the Dragon Preserve in Romania. The third is the effective Head of the British Ministry’s Department of International Relations and betrothed to a Professional Quidditch Keeper. The fourth is George’s twin, they have plans to open a business together, and both being keen inventors.”

“A Submissive’s place is at home.” The man said firmly.

George was a bit angry but was careful not to show it, “If I have a Greenhouse in which to raise needed plants and a potions lab as well as the ability to fire-call my brother I don’t see how I can’t do both.”

“What about the raising of your children?”

“Do we not use house elves to some extent? Spending too much time with a child can be a detrimental to proper development as ignoring them. My aunt exhibited both behaviours and those she spoiled are lazy, unsocial, either loudmouth bullies or dreadfully shy. I would have no problem bearing children, in fact…” George blushed, “I’ve always wanted some. I have four older brothers and a cousin who is a soon to be sister. I would see to their feeding and give them appropriate attention but I see no good reason why one should respond at once to every cry a baby makes. Sometimes a House elf can give appropriate care but love or affection comes from the parent. As for discipline, parental expectations should be consistent yes? Both bearer and sire in agreement most of the time at least in what discipline should be. I don’t agree to beatings, but sometimes a light smack or a slap to the bottom is needed. I don’t believe sleeping on a cold stone floor is a decent punishment.”

“I like this one, he is very family minded. He has thought out about how to raise children. He will make you a fine mate.”

Viktor grinned, reaching to squeeze George’s hand, “It was a test. You passed.”

George sighed in relief he was approved of. At least this man would not meet his purported mother; she would be embarrassing and rude. He would hate for this man to see the shack he was raised in.

Viktor’s father held out his hand, “I am Branislav Krum but more often called Branko, Viktor’s Otac. You may address me as Otac, Branko or Tast,”

Viktor whispered, “Tast is father-in-law in Croatian, his father’s native tongue. Otac is father.”

“In Britain it is customary to address if desired your Bondmate’s parents as mother and father. I have a dad and a papa, if it is your will I shall call you father so Otac will be alright with me.”

Branko grinned, “I like this boy, he’s very polite. I believe he’ll be a fine addition to this family.”

Viktor was more then a little pleased that his father approved of George.

“Your mother must meet him.”

Viktor was a bit worried; his mother had wanted him to a nice female Submissive. Well, he couldn’t help it if he lost his heart to his George.

Branko led the way to his wife’s conservatory, upon opening the door he called out, “Rozica, srce. Viktor is home.”

“Viktor?”

George was a bit surprised that all that was truly spoken was Parseltongue. He’d have hope he got good fast…

“Viktor! My child! You came to tell us about the First Task? What a wonderful boy! So how did you do?”

“Uncle Dragomir brought dragons.”

“Dragons? Your score was best?”

George laughed, “Of course, he flew and snuck past Chinese Fireball.”

“You would be?” the tiny slim woman glanced at him, annoyed that this stranger was speaking out of turn.

“Mari, this is my betrothed. Otac, his grandfather and his papa already agreed. He,”

“You bring this boy to me?”

Branko glared, “Rozica!”

“What boy would be good enough for my chick?”

“He has the blood of the Chuvash King running through his veins. His Grandfather is a Lord; his sire is the firstborn of that lord while is bearer is also a lord. His brother works for Dragomir, another as a Cursebreaker and a third works in the International Relations Department at the British Ministry.

“Branko Solnyshko moyo, why do you agree to this? Why was I not good enough a submissive. If he had been born a true Dominant he would have found a nice real submissive.” Viktor’s mother moaned.

Viktor pulled George close and gave him a kiss just as intense as the one after casting the snitch.

George was shocked; he didn’t even think to fight it. His arms wound around Viktor’s neck and his knees were weak.

Viktor pressed George tight to him and felt the younger teen’s instantaneous hard-on.

Branko chuckled, “Now Rozica, if that’s not a true submissive I don’t know what is. I think this boy would let our Viktor have him right here. I don’t think he could defy his Dominant.”

George blushed but he really couldn’t break that kiss, especially not with how tightly Viktor was holding him with one hand tightly gripping his neck and the other around his waist.

Viktor broke the kiss, pressing George’s face to his shoulder, “I could do that to him but he deserves better then to have our first time anywhere but in private.”

Branko laughed, “So…he is a virgin.”

George swallowed and then nodded blushing fiercely. Fred was not, but he hadn’t slept with anyone…somehow internally he’d know he couldn’t jump into bed with just anyone. He hadn’t known until Professor Sna…Prince-Malfoy told Dumbledore that Chuvash Submissives couldn’t sleep with just anyone before mating or they’d become infertile.

“I knew he was special the moment we shared a table. I was determined to get to know him better; a Dominant needs little time to convince a submissive that they are the right fit. Less then a week and he’s my betrothed. I wasn’t going to sexually pressure him until we were, though I could have.

Branko clapped his hands, a House elf appeared. “Our son and his betrothed will be joining us for dinner.”

“We’ll be bonded properly but by Chuvash standards when a Submissive accepts a Dominant they are a couple.” Viktor smirked, his eyes undressing the shy Gryffindor.

George swallowed, he could hardly think or breathe when Viktor looked at him like that.

They ate a rather interesting meal, with Viktor’s mother still mostly glaring at him.

After dinner Branko poured them drinks and toasted George welcoming him to the family, which his Submissive wife barely acknowledged.

Viktor kissed George’s cheek, “Thank you Otac. We appreciate your approval.”

George was a bit saddened that Viktor’s mother didn’t approve of them but at it seemed his father’s opinion was the only one that mattered. It still hurt to be disliked by a mother…

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Troll?

For all my fantasyism [mpreg, magical creature inheritances ect] I do try to keep some amoung of realism especially with interpersonal relationships. I try not to stereotype too much but Vince seemed to be the typical jock type so I thought making him a bit homophobic would be realistic. I like the 'I'm better than you' aura Draco gives off but I used it to my advantage. As for Fred, he is epically straight. He loves his twin but can't really fathom how someone so like him doesn't like girls. I am still considering whether or not Fred had a Creature inheritance. He is a private person despite his troublemaker/playboy image, either is truly isn't aware of it or he is just keeping it to himself. Werewolf doesn't work, he is obviously not Chuvash, He isn't Veela or Draco would know of course.

Contrary to some readers misunderstanding not everyone in their story is gay.

Submissive males must be gay; it's part of their make-up. A Dominant isn't really gay or straight despite their own personal beliefs. Truly they are whatever sexual orientation their submissive is, if they are male and their submissive is technically they are gay.

I rationalize mpreg is that it's a magical world and for whatever reason wizards can have children IF they are sexually drawn to one another. Not all Wizards get pregnant and likewise not all witches. Besides, it's not fair to make it so only one gender can bear kids. Its supposed to be more open-minded in the Magical World, it does make more sense to have them more open-minded to same-sex relationships. Especially, if you blame the Muggles for such prejudices as well as anti-nonhuman views.
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