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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47101 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Shiloe sighed listlessly, letting his mind drift as he rested his head on his History of Magic text, his notes completed beside it. For once, he wished he could sleep through the class.
Unfortunately, Shiloe needed little sleep, and he spent most of each night awake, kissing and cuddling whoever was sharing his bed, bathing himself in their peaceful scent.
He felt along the bonds, checking in on his anchors. He felt Blaise’s wolf stir when he brushed through Blaise’s mind, and he soothed the creature, feeling the strain upon Blaise’s mental shields ease as his wolf sleepily rumbled in contentment.
Draco was dozing, thinking of sweets and sex. Shiloe found himself amused by the mixture of adult and childish themes the blond dreamt about.
Cedric was thinking about the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and was considering entering.
Shiloe ground his teeth, thinking of how dangerous the Tournament was said to be.
That was just not on.
He’d have to talk to Cedric later.
*****
Shiloe dropped his bag next to the couch and sighed.
“Would you like to complete the Animagus Reveale potion today? You have a free block and then lunch. It should provide enough time.” Rowena asked him.
“Love to, but can’t. Granger’s coming over to start tutoring me in Ancient Runes.” He grimaced. “ALONE. Merlin save me.” He muttered.
Helga chuckled. “Ah, but today is a day for strange happenings.” She said vacantly.
Shiloe smiled at her. “Is it?” He asked indulgently.
“Mm-hm.” Helga confirmed, and then began softly chanting in a language he had never heard before.
Shiloe glanced at Salazar, who was sitting in his usual chair near the fire, writing in a book this time. The man looked up and caught his eye, and they shared a fond yet amused smile.
Shiloe liked Helga more and more each day. She was refreshing, not too cuddly, and gave him the space he craved only when he needed it. Due to her having her own Shiloe and the lack of mental walls between the two, there was a slight bleed-through of powers, and the empathy helped her know exactly how he needed to be treated at any given time.
Her perception could be frighteningly accurate at times, though.
Hadn’t she just said at the end of summer when Draco had been brought up that “Sometimes a bitter tongue can conceal the sweetest of hearts?”
And Shiloe had already seen Draco’s tears, when confronted with the truth of his father’s dark side, proving just how young the blond really was, under all the boastfulness and arrogance of youth.
Draco was really just a spoiled boy that was barely beginning his journey into adulthood, while Harry had been forced to grow up so much more in almost the same amount of time.
In terms of life experience, they were years apart.
Shiloe shook himself out of his thoughts when he heard a no-nonsense knock at the door. He let Hermione in and led her and her notes to the table, grabbing a quill and some parchment.
Hermione quickly arranged her notes and folded her hands on the top of them, looking at him.
“Yes?” Shiloe asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I want to know why you don’t like Muggles. Please. I’ll keep an open mind and try to understand, I swear, but if we’re going to spend this much time together I want you to give me at least that much.” She said firmly.
Shiloe sighed. “Doing that requires that I tell you more about myself than I am comfortable with.” He told her tightly.
She stared at him unflinchingly. “That’s my offer. You can always have Malfoy teach you. He’s in the same class as us, same block and all.” She said coolly.
‘Oohhh, she should be in Slytherin. If only she weren’t Muggleborn…’ He thought approvingly. “Draco takes horribly confusing notes. He’s a creative learner. I’m logical, so are you. This is more beneficial to me.” He growled.
Hermione simply stared at him for several long moments, obviously wondering how he knew that, but not enough to be dissuaded from her goal.
Shiloe gritted his teeth, and then sighed loudly. “Fine!”
Hermione smiled and leaned back, becoming attentive. “Thank you for this.” She said softly.
Shiloe huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “First, I have to tell you that I don’t dislike them. I don’t want to kill them, I don’t want to enslave them, and I’m not living in FEAR of them.” He sneered the last. “I just don’t feel that I should have to have anything at all to do with them. They are useless to me.” He held up a hand as Hermione visibly bristled. “Open mind, remember, please. That’s how I FEEL, now I’ll tell you WHY: I can only anchor myself to those with a magical core. The bond, any bond we make, is a thread of magic that connects two magical cores together, and that is what I draw on when I feed, and how I identify Pack, our version of family, since most Shiloe’s blood family are unacceptable for the role of role models and emotional support systems. Without that connection, I cannot allow myself to trust again. With no magical core, I have no possible way of anchoring to a Muggle, and I cannot form so much as a Pack bond with them, so why bother? They would forever remain Outsiders, and I could never truly come to value them and feel safe with them.” He finished.
Hermione pursed her lips and leaned back, her mind working so fast locking pieces into their places that Shiloe thought he could actually see steam coming out her ears.
“I see.” She finally said. “I can accept that. So, if we ever became close, you’d still never want to meet my parents?”
Shiloe grinned. “I’d leave that for Harry. He’s the straight one.”
Hermione flushed. “I didn’t mean it like THAT!” She shouted, covering her face. “Oh, I DESPISE boys!” Her muffled voice declared.
*****
Shiloe smiled, setting down his quill. “And with ten minutes to spare before lunch!” He said happily.
Hermione smiled. “You did really well.” She said in mild surprise.
“Thanks.” Shiloe said, grinning at her, and felt a rush of warmth flood his body. He watched in shock as a red tendril crept out from his magical core and slipped around Hermione’s body, winding around her chest and finally settling into her core, connecting them.
‘A heart bond!’ Shiloe realized with shock. ‘How is the world did this happen?!’ He smiled resignedly. “Well, it’s undeniable now.” He said with a sigh, smile still in place as he held out a hand to Hermione. “Welcome to the Pack, Granger.”
Hermione beamed at him and took his hand.
Shiloe tugged on the hand and Hermione fell into his waiting arms with a shout of alarm. Shiloe hugged her close, and whispered, “Thanks again. Mione.”
When he let her go, she had tears in her eyes. “You’re welcome. Anytime, really. I hate what happened to Harry, but meeting you has been an amazing experience. I look forward to getting to know you better.” She said.
Shiloe flushed. “Yeah, whatever. Listen, I want you and Ron to come to the Pack meetings from now on. Weeknights, at seven o’clock. That gives us time for dinner and I don’t have to rush to get back before my anchors make it here. Took some days to find a good time.”
Hermione smiled widely. “You’re going to let us meet your anchors?” She asked in excitement.
Shiloe eyed her sternly. “This is me trusting you with the most important thing I have in the world. Harry already knows about Neville and Sirius, but you cannot tell him the identity of any other anchors. Do not betray me, and do not harm them, for I will come after you with an unbridled fury the likes of which you have never experienced before. Our Pack bonds are new, but magic always knows best, so I am placing my trust in the magic, and your sense of friendship. Don’t let me down.” He warned, his tone warmer than it had been seconds before.
Hermione shuddered at the cold look his eyes had taken on for a moment. ‘That could very well be the man that’s going to kill Voldemort.’ She thought. “I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you or those you love. It would hurt Harry just as much, and I consider him a little brother.” She said firmly.
Shiloe smiled. “In that, we are alike.” He told her. He held out an arm, gallantly. “Shall we to lunch, Lady Granger?” He asked.
Hermione giggled, placing her hand daintily atop his arm. “Lead the way, Lord… Potter?” She asked.
“Lord Shiloe, if you don’t mind. I have no need of a last name, I am famous in the world of Purebloods.” He stated with false pomposity.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Of course.” She agreed.
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