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Generans Purus (The Breeder)	By : jujukitty Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 51843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any form, be it written or filmed, it belongs to its respective owners/authors/production companies, and I am not making money from this in any way, shape, or form, it is solely for amusement.

A/N: Wow, still can’t believe the interest in my little plot bunny that grew. Thank you everyone for your continued reading and encouraging reviews, I hope I can continue to live up to your expectations. As with last chapter, Review responses will be at the end. Oh, I will not give “bad language” warnings, I’m an adult and if you’re reading this, I assume you are too. I don’t want to offend anyone, and I try to watch myself, but there will be bad words occasionally, just so you know.

** Chapter Warnings: Mild Slash

Chapter 3

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Lucius finally looked down at the teen shifting nervously in front of him, and couldn‘t help reverting to his old habits. “Mr. Potter, you definitely have some explaining to do. Dibsy..” Not

taking his gaze off the now-blushing Harry, he spoke to the elf as it appeared. “Have Narcissa summon Draco and Severus. We need to have a talk.”

Now:

Harry dressed quickly in another t-shirt and pair of jeans. Lucius had left him with a command to get dressed and meet him outside the room before leaving to get dressed as well.

Harry was still fighting the embarrassment he’d felt when Lucius had mentioned having a talk with the whole Malfoy family. He couldn’t believe his magic had gotten away from him for a second time in one day, and so spectacularly at that.

Sighing, he stood in the doorway to the bathroom and waved his hand, watching in the flickering light of the Lumos orb as the mirror and bottles repaired themselves, though the lights still didn’t come back on.

Banishing the Lumos orb with a thought just as he heard a sharp knock on the bedroom door, Harry moved across the room quickly, though he hesitated as his hand landed on the door knob. Berating himself for his case of nerves, wondering where his Gryffindor fearlessness had gone, he opened the door and stepped out.

Glancing up at Lucius, Harry saw the disapproving look the older male was giving him and ducked his head, turning to head back downstairs, his cheeks flushing once more in embarrassment. Catching movement out of the corner of his eyes, he turned his head in time to see an open hand coming towards him. Freezing where he was, his eyes closed as his shoulders hunched reflexively, expecting a blow that never came.

Lucius prided himself on being observant, he had to be to survive under Voldemort, so it was no surprise that he caught the embarrassed look on Harry’s face, and assumed he was as disgusted with the horrible Muggle clothes he was wearing as Lucius was.

What did surprise him was the automatic defensive posture he’d assumed. So too did the small flinch he could feel as his hand landed gently on a narrow shoulder. Who was this submissive victim and what had happened to the lively, defiant teen he’d always met? “Harry? Harry, look at me.”

He watched Harry turn his head to look back at him, but noticed he wouldn’t meet his gaze. Sighing, he tilted the boy’s chin up ‘til he could look him in the eye. “Harry, I’m not mad at you; I simply desire answers that only you can provide. There is too much we don’t know about each other and if we are to all grow closer as a true family, we need to address those things together. Understand?”

Harry hesitated, but seeing only sincerity, nodded slowly. He felt further embarrassed about his involuntary flinching, and thought about simply remaining silent on the subject, but he decided that it was only fair to let Lucius know it wasn’t anything he’d done to cause it. “Sorry about how I reacted, it wasn’t because of you. My…relatives had a tendency of slapping or hitting me if I upset them.” He let it remain unsaid though that everything he did upset his relatives.

Considering the matter settled, Harry continued down the hall to the stairs, not realizing that Lucius wasn’t following until he reached the bottom of the grand staircase and turned to ask him where to go. “Luc?”

Lucius stood in shock as Harry calmly announced that he was frequently beaten growing up, and by his family, those that were supposed to protect and love him. Finally coming back to his senses, he quickened his pace to follow the teen. It seemed the longer he was around him, the more questions and concerns he had.

Hearing the nickname as he descended the stairs, he couldn’t help the short laugh that escaped him. “Luc?”

Harry blushed, not realizing the nickname had slipped from him. “I’m…I’m sorry, Lucius.”

Lucius reached out and cupped the boy’s cheek, his thumb brushing over his plump bottom lip, all too easily remembering hearing the nickname called out in the height of passion. “It’s alright, Harry, merely a surprise. In private and around the family I don’t mind if you call me that, just make sure you address me by my true name in public.”

Harry shivered as Lucius’ thumb slid over his lip and he had to fight the urge to suck the digit into his mouth, to taste him, but he knew if he did it would probably lead to other things and they had people waiting on them. People that would not be happy waiting while Lucius fucked him on the stairs.

Taking a shaky breath to steady himself, he pressed a chaste kiss to Lucius’ thumb and stepped back, freeing himself from the tempting grasp and offered his lover a small smile. “Yes, sir. Thank you, Luc.”

Following Lucius through the entry hall and down a side hall, they finally arrived at a small, well at least for the Malfoys, sitting room, the occupants of which had Harry freezing in the doorway. He knew they were going to be there, and though he had been instrumental in their freedom, he still couldn’t stop himself from falling back into old habits. “Snape, Malfoy.”

Narcissa stood as Lucius and Harry entered the room but before she could say anything, Harry’s suddenly cold voice broke the silence. Giving him a pointed look, a small frown tugging at her lips, she let her disapproval fill her voice as she spoke. “Harry…”

Harry looked over at Narcissa, ducking his head slightly at the unspoken chastisement. Sighing softly, he looked back at the two males. “Professor Snape…Draco.”

Severus arched one raven brow and looked from Harry to Narcissa. “It seems we should have hired you as a professor, Cissa, only Albus was able to get Harry to show me the proper respect.”

Harry laughed, surprising the three blondes, and moved further into the room. Having grown used to bantering with his snarky Potions professor during the months leading up to the final battle, he didn’t hesitate in his response. “Well if you hadn’t been a right bloody bastard to me since the day we met, maybe I would have tried harder.”

“Harry James Potter!” Narcissa’s outraged exclamation, Draco’s stunned silence, and Harry’s unapologetic grin had the corner of Severus’ mouth twitching in the smallest of smiles. It was Lucius’ actions and Harry’s reaction that had him looking on in disbelief.

Harry felt Lucius’ hand settle on the back of his neck and realized that the former Death Eater wouldn’t have any idea about the truce he had made with his Potions professor. Turning his head, he rubbed his cheek against Lucius’ fingers and gave him a warm smile, appreciative of the gesture. “I’m alright, Luc. Professor Snape and I reached an agreement during the war.”

A distinct spluttering noise brought his attention back to the rest of the group. Draco’s normally pale face was now flushed in agitation, a state Harry was all too familiar with. Sighing, he waited for the forthcoming outburst; destined mate or not, some things never changed.

“Luc?! Father, what the bloody hell is going on? First you send Mother and I away, right after we’re freed, I might add, with some half-arsed explanation about needing to be with Harry Bloody Potter, of all people, and now this? I demand an explanation!”

“Draconis Lucian Malfoy, don’t you speak to your father that way!”

Ignoring Narcissa’s outburst, though he personally thought it funny to hear Draco getting dressed down, Harry merely rolled his eyes at the other teen’s ranting and turned to look at Lucius once more. “You know, some days it still surprises me that he’s in Slytherin. You think that neck thing will work on him?”

Lucius tried his best to restrain the laughter that Harry’s comment and accompanying mock-innocent look brought on, only a smile tilting his twitching lips betraying his true feelings. He noticed Severus coughing suspiciously as well. This…this was the Harry he knew, all fire and challenge and irreverent attitude. He had to wonder whether it was his son’s presence or Severus’ that prompted the change. Gauging by Harry’s smug smile and the way Draco kept trying, and failing, not to glare at the brunette as his mother chastised him, he assumed he had his answer. Raising an eyebrow questioningly at Severus, he watched his friend roll his eyes and give a long-suffering sigh.

“They’ve been like this since first year, Lucius, you can’t expect them to change immediately.” Severus paused, looking at the way Harry and Lucius stood so comfortably next to each other, recalled the casual touches and the easy banter between them. “Then again, perhaps you can.”

Lucius thought about that for a moment and, spotting and opportunity as Narcissa paused for a breath, motioned for Draco to come closer. “Come here a moment, Draco.”

Draco had only taken a couple steps across the room when Lucius heard Harry inhale sharply. Feeling the teen’s body tremble slightly, he shifted his fingers slightly to rest over his pulse, and as expected, found it racing. Holding up his free hand to halt Draco’s movement, he released Harry and took several steps backwards. “On second thought, Draco stay there. Harry, you go to him.” At Harry’s surprised look, Lucius offered him a small smile and glanced toward Narcissa and Severus. “I don’t think we need a repeat of what happened at the Ministry, do you?”

Harry blushed bright red at Lucius’ words, remembering all to well how quickly he had come undone. Shaking his head slightly, he took a deep breath and headed across the room to meet his other mate. He had to admit, he wasn’t feeling quite as strongly as he had at the Ministry; maybe bonding with Lucius helped lessen the impact. Did that mean once he bonded with Draco that he would actually go back to feeling normal around the two males? Of course that meant he’d actually have to have sex with the obnoxious git, but then again that hadn’t seemed to be an issue with Lucius. Maybe a few of those “non-polite company” touches like Lucius had mentioned would be all it took.

Stopping just inside arm’s reach, Harry closed his eyes for a moment, blocking out Draco’s suspicious gaze and focusing on the two glowing connections inside him, and just as he thought, the other one ended directly in front of him. Gathering his scattered thoughts, he opened his eyes and gazed up into the cold silver depths. “Malfoy.”

Draco watched his childhood rival suspiciously as he stopped in front of him. True, Harry had helped free his family from Azkaban, but there had to be some hidden motive he hadn’t figured out yet. There had to be; he and his father had made the boy’s life hell for the past six years, so why would he ever help them unless he was getting something out of the situation. Then again, he was a Gryffindork, he probably just did it because it was the noble thing to do. Fool.

But none of that explained his father’s strange actions since he’d talked to the other teen in the Ministry the day before. And the way they had been touching… Sighing, he figured there was only one way to get the answers he wanted. Looking down into Harry’s, admittedly remarkable, emerald eyes, framed as they were by those absolutely horrendous glasses, he realized that at some point he’d outgrown the other teen.

Taking an unconscious step backwards, Draco actually looked at Harry for the first time since their unfortunate meeting at Madame Malkin’s all those years ago. He took in the tousled black hair, his petite build that he knew was in good shape from years of seeing him in his Quidditch gear, even if you couldn’t tell under the horrid excuse for clothing he was wearing, of course the beautiful eyes, and, for the first time, noticed the lush pink lips that were currently being chewed on nervously. Of course there was the question of why Harry was so small, he’d seen pictures of the Potters after all, and they had both been tall, so how did their son end up so small.

A tremor went through him as he finally realized that Harry Potter was pretty, in a masculine way, yes, but his features would never allow him to be considered handsome, he was too delicate looking, even if he knew their was a core of steel underneath the deceptive appearance.

He was trembling when he realized he was fighting the urge to reach out and pull the other teen into his arms, knowing instinctively that the slender form would fit perfectly against him. He sucked in a quick breath as he felt a spike of jealousy go through him when he thought of the casual touches between his father and Harry, the familiar nickname Harry had used and wondered once more what their relationship was. He didn’t realize his voice had dropped to a husky whisper as he finally voiced his question. “What are you to my father, Harry?”

Neither teen noticed Lucius motioning for the other two to follow him outside, nor did they hear the door click shut or feel the silencing charm fall over the room.

Harry watched Draco’s eyes change from ice cold to molten hot as the blonde studied him, saw the faint tremors going through him, watched his eyes dilate and felt his own body respond. Tongue darting out over his abused lip, he felt his pulse racing. There was an almost palpable tension in the air, much like there had been back at the Ministry with Lucius. He could feel their connection humming inside him. Draco’s use of his actual name simply made it that much stronger. Harry’s voice was husky and trembled slightly as he spoke quietly. “The same thing I am to you, Draco, his mate…your mate, the bearer of your children.”

Draco sucked in a quick breath, Harry’s words sending a spike of desire through him straight to his groin. His imagination all too readily supplied images of Harry writhing underneath him, begging for release, of him round with his child. Then part of what he said actually registered and a small frown tugged at his lips. “Mate to both of us? How?”

Harry gave a small laugh though there was no real humor in it. “Same as every strange thing that’s ever happened to me…magic. From what your father said, I’m to be something of a second ‘wife’ to you two. I’m connected to you both. When I close my eyes I can see this glowing thread connecting us…here.”

Closing his eyes, he saw the connection to Draco, the golden thread seeming to pulse with their heartbeats. Lifting his hand, he followed the thread ‘til his fingertips met Draco’s chest. Feeling the racing heartbeat, he flattened his palm against the muscled chest under his hand, fingers splayed wide, absorbing the body heat radiating from under the silk shirt.

Opening his eyes, he stepped forward, unable to resist the draw, his head tilting back to look up at his former nemesis. Merlin, he was gorgeous, his platinum blonde hair stylishly cut to flatter his aristocratic features, tall and muscled, though not overly so. He really did look like the Ice Prince he’d been nicknamed in school.

Draco groaned as Harry stepped closer and clenched his hands at his sides to keep from grabbing the other teen. With his head tilted back, lips slightly parted, the boy was just begging to be kissed. “May I touch you?”

Harry trembled at Draco’s words, imagining just how the blonde could touch him. “Carefully, yes. Touches have a way of getting out of control.”

Draco’s tongue darted out over his suddenly dry lips; he could feel Harry trembling through the hand still pressed against his chest. “Out of control, how?”

Harry would never know what prompted his next words, perhaps that Gryffindor recklessness he was always being accused of. “Like you stripping my clothes off and fucking me into the floor.”

“Fuck, Harry!” It was the last straw. Draco grabbed him, arms wrapped tight around the slender form as their lips crashed against each other. Their first kiss, much like the majority of their encounters over the years, was passionate and fierce, the two vying for dominance, neither willing to yield and neither minding in the least, six long years of pent up emotions freeing themselves in that moment.

Harry’s fingers tangled in silky blond locks, keeping Draco’s head tugged down to continue the kiss. Draco spun them and backed Harry against the wall, his hands sliding down to cup the taut globes of Harry’s ass, melding their bodies together. Using the wall as leverage, Harry hopped up, wrapping his legs around Draco’s hips and brought their cloth covered erections into direct contact with each other.

Harry gasped, head falling back as his hips automatically rocked forward, grinding against the blonde. Draco took advantage of the tanned expanse of skin exposed when Harry’s head fell back, his lips and teeth mapping the column of his neck, his own hips rocking forward to meet Harry’s frenzied movements.

In mere minutes, which felt like both hours and a blink of the eye to the participants, the two were cumming, Harry crying out Draco’s name as the blonde buried his face against Harry’s neck, biting down over the thundering pulse and leaving a wicked looking love bite behind.

It took several more minutes for the two to catch their breath and recover enough to move. Harry let his legs slide free from their hold on Draco, his nose wrinkling as he felt his boxers and jeans cling wetly to him as he moved, and made sure his legs would carry him before he released the hold he had on Draco’s shoulders. Blushing, he peeked up at Draco, afraid of what the other teen might say.

Draco’s mind was reeling. He couldn’t believe he’d just…just done that with Harry Bloody Potter. He didn’t know what bothered him more, having done it in the first place, how much he’d enjoyed it, or, looking down at the shy, blushing face and kiss swollen lips, how much he wanted to do it again.

Reluctantly freeing the brunette, Draco stepped back slightly, his gaze falling to the livid bite mark and he couldn’t help the satisfied grin that tilted his lips as he felt Harry shiver when he dragged his thumb over the spot. He was honest enough to admit he’d always had a bit of a…possessive streak, and to see Harry with his mark…well, he had a feeling he wouldn’t be letting it fade completely any time soon. “So…things like this happen a lot?”

Harry blushed even brighter. “Umm, Luc said until we were bonded for a little while, things could get out of hand easily.”

“So you and Father…”

“Three times since last night…”

“And now with me? I wonder how many times you could…”

“Stop! Please don’t, Draco. We have people waiting on us and you’ll get me started again.” Feeling flustered with the direction their conversation was going, he side stepped to get away from Draco’s overwhelming presence. Muttering a quick Scourgify to clean them both up as he felt his clothes cling to him once more, he looked around the empty room, clinging to any distraction he could find at the moment. “Wonder where they went.”

Draco jerked in surprise feeling the spell wash over him. “How…how did you do that? You didn’t have your wand. But they’re probably in the library. I’m more concerned with when they left.” It was Draco’s turn to blush now, imagining his family’s response to his undignified behavior.

Harry waved a hand absently in response. “Oh, Luc probably realized what was about to happen and got them to leave us alone. He put up a Silencio.”

Looking toward the door, he cancelled the spell he could feel attached to the room and looked back at Draco who was now staring wide-eyed at him. Sighing, he shrugged slightly. “It’s a long story. Let’s find the others. I don’t want to have to explain more times than I have to.”

A/N Responses: Thank you all! I love all my responses, can’t tell you how much they make me giggle and squee, I feel so loved! *cookies and/or alcohol for all*

Tesgura- hopefully the “rushed” feeling will work itself out as I go, don’t really know any way to fix it. Unfortunately this chapter wound up taking a small detour so everybody’s reactions will have to wait ‘til next chapter

Nekluvshp- well part of that you’re just going to have to wait to find out ;) hope you enjoyed Draco’s response though. Narcissa will be around, but not overly much, mainly as a motherly/guiding figure for Harry than anything.

Alwayslove- sorry for the confusion the move caused, but I’m glad you liked the last chapter. And Lucius has at least heard a little of Harry’s past but more will leak out eventually

Dxinsider, wynja, smorris82, rainbow12004, yaoibk, jay, Maethoriel Raina, mdevries08, kitkatislovely95, obsessive reader, anon, celestial- thank you so much, I’m glad you’ve enjoyed everything so far

Freakonaleashxhp- dude, I think yours was my fave review this time. Thank you so much, you are so sweet and I’m glad you enjoyed it. I can write het, in fact that’s what I started writing with, but I’ve found I like slash a lot better lol. Hope I can continue to keep you entertained

Gemini soul- well, this chapter kinda went in its own direction, so explanations will be coming out next chapter lol

raven winter- umm, Snape will continue to make an appearance, he may have a guiding role, but it’s not going to be fatherly

Kitsune- COOKIES! *Glomps* hehe. You must wait and see, I’m not spoiling surprises, but read the above response for an idea ;)

Curious123- thank you I’m glad you enjoyed it. Honestly, I have no idea how to fave things either, if you (Or anybody else) figures it out, let me know cause I’ve got a ton of others I’d love to fave myself
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