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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Draco?" Harry asked, after sleeping for a few hours.

"Yes?"

"Why did you wear a condom last night? There are protection charms and—"

"I know there are, Harry, I just—well, I've been with quite a few men, do you understand?" Draco asked, his face colouring.

Harry thought about it for a minute or so. "But that doesn't change who you are, the number of people you've slept with. I mean, I understand using condoms if you're going to shag a Muggle, but we're both wizards and—"

"Harry, I understand, I'm sorry," Draco said.

"What are you sorry for?" Harry asked, curious.

"I didn't want to take any chances all right. I've always used condoms, but, well—they make less of a mess to clean up too."

"Are you a neat freak?" Harry asked, suddenly giddy.

"I suppose you could put it that way; there is a place for everything after all."

"Draco?"

"What?"

"I want to fuck you the way you did me last night, with my tongue."

Draco barked in laughter. "You're not coming near my arse until you shave that scruff off your face. I will not walk around town with stubble burns on my arse."

Harry sat up and leaned over to kiss Draco on his cheek. He crawled over him and out of bed to visit the en-suite. "I'll be right back."

Harry stared at himself in the mirror in Draco's loo wondering how the hell he always managed to get himself into messes like this. He loved Draco, and Draco was right, it wasn't natural, he hadn't made a choice. Suddenly he hated magic. He rifled through Draco's medicine cabinet and found a new Muggle safety razor and some shaving foam and shaved his face without magic. Then he decided to have a quick shower, and eventually he found himself still naked, but for a towel wrapped round his waist, looking down at Draco while he dozed.

The sight was breathtaking. All that milky skin and pale hair against the white of the sheets. Draco looked like an angel had landed on Earth still cocooned in a cloud. Harry felt his cock begin to fill.

He gently lifted the duvet from the other side of the bed and crawled up into it, scooting himself closer to Draco and dumping the towel on the floor. He gingerly sneaked his arm beneath Draco's shoulders, pressing his erection into Draco's side.

"Are you up already?" Draco asked sleepily.

Harry leaned down and kissed Draco softly on the lips, then turned his face, rubbing against Draco's cheek, to show him that he was freshly shaved. Draco's eyes flew open and his mouth twitched. "Weren't you going to do something once you finished shaving your face?" he asked.

Harry ducked beneath the duvet and wriggled his way down to Draco's stiffening cock. He licked a bead of pre-come from the tip, relishing the taste and then took the head in his mouth, just the way Ginny did it to him. Ginny. Fuck. He let Draco's cock slip from his lips and laid his cheek down on Draco's smooth stomach, his face millimetres from his cock.

Draco lifted the duvet and looked down at him. "You don't have to—"

"No, Draco. I was just thinking. It's stupid, it's nothing. I've never sucked a cock before, how about some pointers?"

Draco grinned down at him. "If you know what you like, then you'll know what I like; if you don't know what you like, you'll just have to spend some time learning about yourself. Seriously, you don't haveto suck me off, Harry."

"Fine," Harry said, hearing a small moan of discontent come from above. "I'll just do this then," he said as he spread Draco's thighs apart and began sucking on his bollocks, wetting the soft, fuzzy blond hairs completely and teasing them with his tongue. He let his tongue trail down to Draco's perineum and stopped to press against it for a while, poking it, licking it with the flat side, and finally sucking at it softly.

"Holy, fuck!" Draco cried, and Harry looked up to see his cock had grown to maximum, but Harry figured he wasn't finished yet. He wanted to taste Draco to really see if he did taste as good as he smelled. He smelled vaguely of citrus and a sort of spicy musk mixed with the clean smell of soap. As he lowered his mouth for another perineal assault, he pressed his nose into the crook of Draco's thigh, so close to his carefully trimmed pubes. Harry breathed in deep and there it was, that scent, heady and aromatic; totally intoxicating and Harry couldn't get enough of it.

Draco gasped, "Let me—turn over—better access," and Harry thought that was a marvellous idea. He lifted himself so he was seated on his knees, head covered by the duvet and coverlet, and Draco's arse was soon in his face, bollocks hanging loose and heavy between his legs. Harry began to salivate and licked a long stripe up Draco's crack from bottom to top. When he got to the top, he teased Draco's tailbone with his tongue. It was sharp and one wrong smack could probably give him a black eye.

Harry let the saliva build in his mouth and licked down Draco's backside, following its path with his tongue until he reached Draco's pretty pink pucker. He stopped and traced figure eights against the wrinkled flesh, causing Draco to curse.

Draco's scent was so heavy right there, so heady, it made Harry delirious with pleasure and he spread Draco's cheeks open further and jabbed his tongue in his hole, looping it around with a long circular sweep. He pulled back to examine it a bit closer, fascinated by the way it fluttered when he breathed on it. The tented fabric was filling with Draco's intoxicating scent, and Harry plunged his tongue in deep and began wagging it back and forth and up and down inside Draco's body.

"Ofuck, OfuckingMerlinfuck," Draco rambled, but Harry would not give up his assault on Draco's arse.

"I'm gonna—fuck, Potter—stop or, ahhhh," Draco let go of his orgasm further filling the makeshift tent with his citrusy, musky scent. Harry kept on going. He couldn't get enough of the taste, or the feel of Draco's hole, hot, pliant, velvety against the rough of his tongue.

"Harry, Damn, Harry, Fuck me—" Draco called out.

Reluctantly, Harry withdrew his tongue and threw back the covers from the bed. His hair was still wet from his shower, but he knew he was sweating, especially when a drop fell from the end of his nose and landed on Draco's bum.

"Draco, I found the lube, but the condom—"

"Forget the bloody condom and stick your fucking cock into my throbbing arse."

Harry couldn't help but laugh and he lubed his cock and readied it for his first ever fuck with another man's hole. He rubbed the head up and down, watching, fascinated by the way Draco's pucker seemed to be trying to draw him in, and he nearly didn't hear, "Get in there!" from Draco.

Harry entered him with one swift thrust and then held onto his hips as he adjusted to the tight constriction on his cock. He groaned, one loud, "Ungh," and began to thrust, surprised as Draco's backside met him with each go. They developed a rhythm that worked, and all too soon, Harry felt the impending sensation of fullness build inside of him, and he came spectacularly into Draco's hot depths. Harry, still connected, let his forehead rest against Draco's spine and they remained like that, each trying to catch their breath, for a couple of minutes until Harry's cock deflated to the point of no return and slipped out, leading a long sticky trail of come from the end of the tip.

Harry lifted his head heavily and moved over to lay on his back with great effort. Draco remained on his elbows and knees.

"Potter, do you have your wand handy?" he asked, his voice slightly annoyed.

"Yeah, it's right here," Harry said, picking up his wand, which lay on his side of the bed.

"Would you please scourgify these bedclothes and then syphon off my arse?"

Harry laughed. "Always happy to help."

When he had cleaned Draco's side of the bed, not quite up to Draco's standards, Draco finally succumbed to lying on his back beside Harry, holding hands and staring up at the ceiling.

"Bonded, huh?" Harry stated. "What are we gonna tell our wives and children?"

Draco's eyebrows shot up, practically off his face. "Oh Fuck!" he exclaimed. "This is so fucking messed up."

"What is?" Harry asked, tired.

"Magical bonds like this overwrite pre-existing bonds. It's as if we were never married."

"Is that a bad thing?" Harry asked, curious.

"It is if you don't want your children to be thought of as bastards, Potter."

"But they're not, I mean, we were married to their mothers when they were conceived and born; that's what counts."

Draco shook his head. "Potter, haven't you been listening to me? Our bonding took place when you killed the Dark Lord and saved me the third time, and we've just completed it, again."

"Oh, so you mean Ginny doesn't have to file for a divorce then."

"No, it's more like she acted as a carrier for your children. She has no right to your name."

"And that's bad, because?"

"That's bad because it'll fuck up all of the paperwork at the Ministry, we'll have to re-register our children, have solicitors write in pensions to our former wives, so they'll have something to live on and a claim to their own children. It fucks up a lot of stuff."

"Yeah," Harry said, closing his eyes. "But as long as I have you, we'll get by."

"I am so not opening the shop today. I'm tire and sore." Draco complained. "And we have floo-calls to make. A lot of people aren't going to be happy about this; there's no way we'll be able to keep it out of the press."

Harry's eyes flew open. "God damn vultures."

There was a quiet pause in conversation.

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Do you really think my love for you is false because of this bond thing?"

"Potter, I don't know what to think anymore. Let's sleep for a while. I'll research it when I find some time," Draco said with a yawn.

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Please call me Harry."

Draco grinned and looked over to Harry, ruffling his already tangled locks. "All right then, Harry."

***

Harry woke up to find himself alone in Draco's huge bed.

There was a note on Draco's pillow. He reached over to read it, apprehension building in his gut.

Harry,

Don't worry, I haven't left. I own the bookshop below and have just gone down to fetch a book on bonds to find out the particulars of what we are dealing with. I'll be back up soon. Take a shower, for goodness sake. You smell like sex, which I think is delicious, but if we're going to go out at all today, I don't want to share you with anybody else.

Love, Draco

Harry's heart ceased pounding. He hadn't even realised how nervous he had been to wake up alone. In the letter, Draco said he loved him. How much of that love was real? According to Draco, his fancy had begun way back when school started, but Harry wondered just how much the love he was feeling for the gorgeous blond was real and how much of it was caused by this bond. Nervousness set in and he decided to try not to dwell on it.

It was hopeless. Harry couldn't help but dwell on his mixed state of emotions; he needed to talk to somebody who wouldn't judge him.

After his shower, he put in a floo call to Luna.

Shortly thereafter, Luna stepped out of Draco's fireplace. "What's the emergency, Harry? This is a very nice place."

"Luna, you have to help me figure something out. I went out last night to search for a man to experiment with and ran into Draco Malfoy."

Luna's mouth dropped open and then stretched into a wide grin. "And then what happened?" she asked, walking over to Draco's white leather sofa and making herself comfortable. Harry paced before the fireplace, stopping only when he was talking, flipping his fringe and biting his lower lip like mad.

"So, I was being chatted up by this really sexy guy, but I was pretty pissed and Malfoy put his hand on me and told the guy to get lost, that I was his."

Luna smiled serenely and gestured for Harry to continue.

"He ended up bringing me here, to his flat and sobering me up, then he pulled out some Firewhisky spiked with Veritaserum, and we started talking, totally honest with each other. Anyway, one thing led to another, and we ended up in the bedroom having sex. Please don't ask for details. Later I mentioned the life debts that Draco owes me, and he was confused by the fact that there are three of them. He got a bit distraught and said that we were bonded under the Power of Three, or something to that extent. Anyway. If this bond works the way Draco's been describing it, then what if these feelings I'm having for him are just because of the bond and aren't real at all? What do I do, Luna?"

Luna cleared her throat. "What do you think about your feelings, Harry? Search yourself; only you can know if what you are feeling is true."

"But, Luna. I only let myself accept the fact that I'm gay yesterday, and now I'm bonded with my childhood enemy. How the hell do you imagine I should feel?"

Just then a snowy owl swooped in through an open window and dropped a red envelope at Harry's feet.

It began to smoke and then burst open. Ginny's yells began and they echoed off the walls in the spacious flat.

Harry James Potter. What the hell have you done? I spoke with the solicitor this morning, and when he looked up our marriage certificate it was marked invalid. I had him check the Ministry records on the births of our children as well, and while they are all named Potter, I am listed as Weasley. You've done something since yesterday to totally screw up our bloodlines and now our children are bastards. I hope you're happy with yourself. Contact me immediately, I want to know what the hell has happened and why, you lying, backstabbing, cheat of a man!"

With that, the howler exploded and burnt itself out.

"You see what I mean, Luna? Something has happened with this bond thing. Draco said it's been around since the day I saved his life three times, but all of this happened only after we had sex. He said that it sealed the bond. What the fuck am I going to tell Ginny? What am I going to tell the kids? What am I going to do about Draco? I'm begging you for help here, a little guidance perhaps?"

Luna was about to answer him, when the door to the flat burst open, and Draco entered holding an old book and the smoking remains of a howler.

"Well, it's out to Astoria. She's upset that she can no longer access the Malfoy vault and wants to know why. Oh, Lovegood. I didn't see you there. When did you arrive?"

Luna shook back her long braid. "It's Lovegood-Scamander you know, Draco. I arrived by floo just a few minutes ago. Harry seems to be going through a crisis."

"By floo?" Draco repeated, as if he hadn't even heard another word that she'd said.

"But my connection is shut off, and for good reason. Only I can open it, how did—" He paused, eyes growing wide. "It's worse than I thought. Potter, you have access to my magical signature."

"Draco, didn't you just say last night that our signatures are now meshed? I'm sorry I used your floo. I didn't know it was shut off. I needed to talk with Luna; it was an emergency."

Just then the flames in the fireplace turned green and Astoria stepped out, looking regal and upright, dressed in fine green, gossamer robes with her hair piled fashionably on her head. She quickly dusted the soot from her robes and looked around. She spotted Draco, still holding the smouldering howler.

"Ah, I see you received my message," she said, voice high-pitched and haughty. "Would you care to explain?"

Draco tossed the remains of the howler onto the dining room table in the centre of the room and set the book beside it.

"No, actually. I don't really feel like explaining anything to you, but since you've invited yourself over, I suppose I really don't have a choice. What happened exactly that prevented you from accessing the Gringotts' vault? I will rectify it soon, I promise."

Astoria walked over to where Draco was standing. She was a tall woman, just a few inches shorter than Draco's six-foot frame, probably about the same height as Harry. She looked him in the eye. "They told me that I was a Greengrass, not a Malfoy and was therefore not allowed access to the vault. Why did you divorce me behind my back? I would have agreed to it had you asked."

"Astoria," Draco tried to reason. "I didn't want a divorce, it was an accident. I'm accidentally bonded to another."

"Bonded?" she repeated. "To whom?"

Draco looked over and met Harry's eyes. Harry pleaded silently with him not to say anything and it seemed to have worked because Draco answered, "That isn't your concern. I shall fix things, I promise you, but I have some studying to do on this bond. So if you wouldn't mind seeing yourself out—"

"Oh, but I do mind. I came here for answers, and I won't leave until I get them."

Luna struggled to her feet then. "If I may make a suggestion, why don't we take this conversation to my office and I will act as mediator? There are too many bullywigs floating about with all of the anger rippling through the air in here, and my office is protected from them."

Astoria pointed at Luna. "Isn't that your Mind Healer? Is she the one you've bonded with? Did you get her pregnant? I swear if you lie to me Draco Malfoy, I'll hex you so you may never—"

"No, no," Luna interrupted. I'm married and having my second set of twins. Draco is not to blame for my condition. Now if you please, I can't take much more of this buzzing. I'll expect you within a few minutes. My office is called Haven." She turned to Harry. "Harry, I suggest that you floo Ginny and have her meet us there as well. We may as well have this conversation only once and get it over and done."

Luna took some floo powder out of a bowl shaped like a penis that sat on the mantel and threw it into the fire calling, "Haven." She was gone.

Astoria's eyes fell on Harry. "What is Harry Potter doing in your flat, Draco?"

"That isn't any of your business. Let's go to Lovegood's. I agree that the anger in the air is growing quite thick in here, and I'd rather not taint my flat with it."

He grabbed the book from the table and nodded to Harry. "Potter, you may use my floo to call your wi—er Weasley. I'll meet you soon."

He pushed Astoria ahead of him and handed her some floo powder.

Harry watched them leave. He felt as though he'd been punched in the gut. Sighing, he took some floo powder, knelt at the fireplace and made a quick call to Ginny.

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