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The Only One	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from Harry Potter, all credit goes to Rowling and I do not make any profit from this fanfic

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Sorry guys :) I know you've been waiting patiently for chapter three only to see this dread AN. BUT! I have writer's block and I'm sure most of you know how much of a bitch it can be. Apparently my muse and I are in a disagreement in which direction the story will take (the bitch) and so my muse thought it would be a fucking good idea to cut off my 'writer mojo' for this story. We have, however, come to a compromise and so I am in the process of rewriting the fic. The first and second chapters...are at the moment still valid and for the most part still will be.
I can't tell you how sorry I am. But awesome chapters cannot be forced. I rewrote chapter three so many times I can't even remember the number. The last rewrite I did, I completely skipped the reading and a couple of years...and I still have it so just to appease your souls:
~~Harry's eyes blinked open, illuminate green in the darkness. He stretched slowly, relishing in the way the lithe, powerful muscles rolled easily under his taunt skin. Instead of rising from his warm comfortable bed, he laid there and contemplated over what awoke him. A strike of inspiration hit him and he rolled over to grab his wand, muttering a quiet 'Tempus'. Glowing numbers told him the time, midnight. Meaning that it was his birthday, he was officially sixteen years old. But he wasn't the only one; it was also Neville's birthday.
In the past three years, he and Neville became rather close. Before, Harry had always wanted to get to know Neville better, after learning that he shared the same birthday. But the brunette had always been a little more than skittish and terrified of crowds and Harry's 'popularity' had prevented him from approaching Neville on his own. Now Neville was far from the nervous boy he used to be and was in fact more sociable than Harry. Admittedly, Harry felt that, in a way, their positions had been switched. Whenever they went out, Neville was the one swarmed by people—mainly women, much to the ire of Luna—whereas Harry fled for the shadows and out of sight. Now he was the one apprehensive of crowds.
With a huff, Harry lurched up and out of bed. He stretched again, giving a satisfied sigh when his bones cracked. He grabbed a discarded pair of pants from the floor, as he slept only in his briefs, walking even as he shoved his legs into them. Something had woke him up, and he'd be damned if he didn't go find out what it was. Idée lifted her head a trilled sleepily at him.
*Master?*
Harry glanced at his phoenix and shook his head. *Nothing, Idée love, return to your sleep.*
Idée trilled once more and went back to sleep. Ambrose, of course, didn't awake. The snake seemed to hibernate on a sporadic basis and usually only would awaken when Harry was feeling a particularly strong emotion, or when he was hungry.
After only a moment's hesitation, he grabbed Midnight, counterpart to Dawn, the two dual swords that were under his careful tutelage for the past three years—just to be safe. The swords were just as alive as he was, as least to him it felt that way. Lady Diablo had told him that they also once belonged to his grandfather, who was long since dead. Neither knew the extent of how much Harry exactly inherited from his predecessor, but so far it seemed that Idée, Midnight and Dawn, and majority of his 'new' personality were all he received. Ambrose was Harry's own addition, his familiar just as Moon was Draco's.
Trekking slowly—and rather sleepily—down the hall, Harry frowned from the lack of noise coming from the rooms of his men-n-arms and Meelo. The only person who made absolutely no noise when he slept was Blaise, due to his ninja-like mannerisms. Otherwise, Neville snored as loud as a lion's roar, Draco also snored but his was more like a soft purr just like Moon's, and Luna muttered in her sleep, what she saw in her sleep not quite dreams but not visions either. Meelo never made any noise either, but he was somehow always awake whenever Harry was. Harry frowned, an idea forming in his head. Was no one there? That is, until he heard shifting coming from Neville's room. He stepped forward and knocked briskly on the wood. A moment later, a sleep-ruffled but no less awake Neville opened the door.
The past three years did a number on Neville Longbottom. He grew at exponential levels, now towering even over Jon, and with his height grew his muscles. Each of his limbs sported well-defined, thick muscles bulging under his skin. He also lost all his baby fat, leaving his face sharply chiseled and definitely masculine. Not to mention that with puberty came the need to shave on a daily basis. Even now, the teen sported a rugged shadow along his jaw. Neville was a handsome beefcake and his obvious naiveté only added to his charm. Had Harry not spent the past three years getting to know Neville and consider him a brother, than he most definitely would have been among the ones lusting after him. As is, he was glad he wasn't because he wasn't sure he could handle Luna's wrath. It didn't help that, like Harry, Neville was currently only wearing bottoms, though his were unbuttoned and only barely hung off his hips and covered his bits.
A jaw cracking yawn made Neville's eyes water as he looked down at Harry. "Mmm? 'arry? Somethin' woke you up too?" His voice was deep and husky with sleep.
Harry nodded. "Something is going on. I don't think the others are in their rooms."
Neville frowned, his brow creasing as he also listened out for the sounds the others made, bar Blaise. "Would it be too much of a coincidence to think they are all up at the same time getting a midnight snack?"
"I highly doubt it. Come on—grab your gun just to be safe." Harry turned and resumed walking down the hall.
He heard Neville curse, a bit of movement as the brunette grabbed his gun, then the soft click of his door closing. A moment later, Neville jogged up to his side, slowing to a walk matching Harry's pace. The two shared a look, silent communication. Together they headed for the kitchens. Only they never made it there.
As they were crossing through the commons area, a light flicked on and a loud shout startled both Harry and Neville.
"SURPRISE!"
Harry stared, unmoving for a moment. Then he slowly pulled the blade of his sword away from Draco's neck. From his peripheral, he saw Neville doing the same, pulling his gun away from Jon's forehead as he clutched tightly to his pants with one hand. His uncle only grinned manically, winking at Neville.
Everyone was there: Harry's men-n-arms; Meelo; Jon; his grandmother; Narcissa, Augusta, and Belle; Sirius; Xeno; the Weasley Twins; and someone Harry only just got acquainted with—Remus. They were all grinning silly at him and Neville. Then he noticed the decorations.
Hanging in the air above their heads was a banner that read 'Happy Birthday' in fluid cursive. Balloons and streamers were everywhere and two massive cakes were sitting on the coffee table. One said 'Happy Birthday Harry', the other 'Happy Birthday Neville'. Two piles of brightly wrapped gifts sat next to the cakes. Everyone wore those stupid Muggle party hats. Music played softly in the background, coming from an unknown source. Everyone was talking animatedly at the same time.
Harry's loud, feral growl cut everyone off. He glared at everyone in the room. "Whose fucking idea was it to have a fucking surprise party in the middle of the night?" A glance at Neville showed that the tall brunette also wanted to know.
For a moment, no one moved. Then Belle Zabini stepped forward carefully, looking up at Harry with tears shining in the corners of her eyes, the same dark blue as Blasie's.
"I-it was my idea, Harry. Sorry. I thought—I thought you and Neville would like it."
Dammit. Harry still had a soft spot for the woman. He couldn't fight against those pleading eyes she was giving him, though he still bubbled with anger. With obvious effort, Harry relaxed and forced a smile on his lips. It was only a small tilt the corners of his mouth, but as of the late that was all most could get out of him.
"It's fine. I'm just being cranky, Lady Za—Belle. I really appreciate the effort you took to do this for me and Neville. I do like surprises." That was a lie. Harry hated surprises with passion, but he wasn't about to tell Belle that. He saw Luna roll her eyes and glared at the blonde girl.
As he was going for, Belle's face broke out into a huge smile and she threw her arms around Harry's neck, nearly choking him. "Oh, goodie! This is going to be so much fun, just you wait! We have a lot of stuff planned for you two! Me and Cissa made the cakes!"
Harry eased himself from Belle's surprisingly strong grip. "Yes, it does sound like fun. But I first have to go get Neville's present, so I'll be right back."
She clapped her hands together excitedly. "Oh yes, of course. You go do that, and when you come back we can start!"
Holding back a sigh, Harry turned away and headed back into the hall. After a moment, Neville joined him. He glanced at the brunette in surprise.
"Why'd you follow?"
Neville shrugged. "Got you a present too. And I need to put some…more appropriate clothes on. You should've seen the way Gran was glaring at me. Oh, and I figured you needed to rant a bit. I know you don't like surprises."
The sigh he was holding back finally came out, a growl following right behind it. "You and everyone else in the fucking world except for her. Why didn't anyone stop her?! I was ready to kill someone until she came at me all teary eyed."
"Harry Potter: the boy who can stare down death with no fear and yet falls to his knees when dealing with Lady Belle Zabini." Neville chuckled and Harry hit his arm.
"Git. I don't fall to my knees."
"Might as well." Neville slipped into his room before Harry could hit him. The raven glared at the door for a second before continuing to his own room.
"Just be glad you're gay, Harry," Neville yelled, peeking into the hall as Harry opened the door to his own room. "'Cause then I'd bet we'd never get you away from her!"
"Shut the fuck up, Neville!" Harry stepped inside his room and slammed the door behind him.
The reverberations from the force he outputted woke Idée and she lifted her head. *Master? Is everything okay?* She shook her feathers, spreading her wings before gliding over to Harry's shoulder to nuzzle his cheek. *And Happy Brithday.*
Harry growled. *That's the fucking problem. Someone thought it was a good idea to let Bella go ahead and throw me and Neville a surprise midnight birthday party. Jon, Draco, Sirius, and the Twins were probably all for it just to torture me, but they're all demented. Why didn't anyone with sense stop her?*
Idée trilled a chuckle. *Oh, calm down. Live a little. You're always so gloomy these days. Old gramps getting to you again, uh? You better hurry and get Neville's present. And change.*
*Yeah, yeah.* Harry pushed Idée off his shoulder, ignoring her indignant squawk, and tugged a shirt over his head. *He better appreciate this shit too. I went all the fucking way to some obscure place in America to get this shit, not to mention how hard it was to find.*
He turned to get the said present, an extremely rare plant that practically didn't even exist, only to find a reptile sleeping away curled around it. Harry, far from being in the mood to deal with his lethargic snake, wrapped his hand around Ambrose's middle and pulled the large snake off the plant. Ambrose woke immediately.
~Huh? Waz goin' on?~
~You were sleeping on Neville's presnt, Ambrose.~ Harry lifted the snake to eyelevel and glared. ~Even after I told you to stay away.~
~Sorry. Rare and priceless things are to me what catnip is to cats. I couldn't help it.~
~Yeah, well try next time, eh?~
Harry looked up when someone knocked on his door. "Harry?"
"Ah, come in!"
The door opened and Meelo stepped inside, looking shyly up at Harry from between his bangs. "Are you ready yet, my lord?"
By that point, Idée had returned to her perch on his shoulder and Ambrose had slithered up his arm. He was dressed and had Neville's present. Harry couldn't stall any longer. He sighed.
"Yeah, I guess."
Meelo slipped closer and put a pale hand on Harry's chest, over his heart. "You are still angry, my lord. You must calm down. How will you enjoy the party if you are angry?"
Harry wrapped his arms around Meelo's waist and pulled the slighter man closer. He found Meelo as a younger brother, no matter how much older the Seer was, and Meelo's mere presence could easily calm him. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes as he put his head on top of Meelo's.
"I do not like parties, and I do not like surprises. How do you think I am going to feel when I get both, Meelo? I can't help it, shit. You help me calm down—."
"But I unfortunately cannot be with you every minute of the day, my lord."
"Yeah, yeah." Harry sighed. "Let's go to this stupid party."
~oOo~
The festivities ended when Harry had enough and finally exploded. That was probably around three, after being pranked five times, kissed and squeezed more times than he could count, snogged senseless by a drunk and happy Draco, made fun of by the Twins and Sirius, along with multiple other things. All he wanted was to sleep peacefully until six, when he began his usual daily training exercises. His usual partners other than Meelo were Neville and Draco, who were now so pissed that before Harry exploded, the former was dancing half naked on a table and the latter was learning the arts of exhibitionism with the Twins.
Note to self: never let Draco drink so much again…Neville too.
Harry was too hyped up to sleep when he finally returned to his room, so he picked up a book and began to read. At least, he tried to. Idée was equally awake and was trilling for his attention. So they had a brief debate on the properties of her tears. Unlike normal phoenixes, Idée's tears could either be a poison or an antidote. Either one was very potent, either way. Idée argued that her healing property was stronger than her poison one—another one of her attempts at trying to be a normal flaming bird—and Harry argued the opposition.
An hour into their argument, just as it was getting heated, there was a quiet, timid knock on the door. Had Harry been anywhere else, he would've noticed. As is, he felt safe and comfortable in his home and was not on high alert, therefore not noticing the knock within his argument with Idée.
"That sound coming from your lips is rather exquisite."
Harry jumped up, his wand digging into the throat of the smirking stranger. A calm aura washed over him and he relaxed, realizing Meelo was right there. His Keeper smiled ruefully at him.
"I am sorry, my lord. I could not keep him out." What? Meelo couldn't keep him out? Harry's eyes narrowed as he focused on the man.~~
and yeah...that's where it was going. Yeah.
So um, my muse and I will eventually stop beefing and The Only One will be back on track. Patience is a virtue, just sayin'
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