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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47101 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Shiloe had managed to let Lucius know that he needed to stay in his room that night without alerting Hermione or Ron to the man’s presence, by doing it between classes. Soon Shiloe and the four fourth-year Gryffindors plus Sirius were comfortably seated on the couch and a couple of the chairs scattered in a wide circle near the fire.
“Bear in mind that a good portion of my anchors are Slytherin, and not people you are exactly friendly with.” Shiloe said cautiously.
Ron shrugged. “I guess so long as Malfoy’s not one of ‘em, I can handle anyone else.” He stated casually.
Shiloe looked at him intently. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He said softly.
Ron grimaced. “Of all the possible people you could have! Did it HAVE to be HIM?” He whined.
“You know that it did, Ron. That’s how it works. I don’t choose them, simple compatibility and balance decides in the end. But if he’s compatible with me, and you are compatible as my friend, then don’t you think it’s worth looking a bit deeper? There may be something there for you to gain from this experience. A new perspective, perhaps?” He suggested. “If nothing else.”
Ron sighed. “I’ll give it a try, but if he insults me-“
“I will have your back.” Shiloe said calmly. “He will know the rules include total civility between Pack members, at all times.”
Ron nodded as the door opened and Cedric, Blaise and Draco all came through together, stopping and falling silent as they saw Hermione and Ron.
The door closing echoed loudly in the silent room, before Draco sighed in disgust. “What are THEY doing here?!” He pointed to Ron and Hermione.
Shiloe grinned and shrugged. “Our little Pack is expanding. They’re here to meet you. We’re all going to play NICELY, of course.” He said with pointed glares at Ron and Draco, who had both bristled at the emphasis on ‘nicely,’ and were currently glaring daggers at each other.
Draco tore his eyes away from Ron’s and smiled at Shiloe sweetly. “Of course, anything for you.” He purred, climbing into Shiloe’s lap and purposefully knocking his knees into Ron’s on the way.
Shiloe grabbed his wrist, jerking it up to his mouth so fast that Draco froze.
He let his fangs press against Draco’s vein for a moment before he began to speak, his lips moving against the blonde’s inner forearm. “I can make the bite just as painful as it can be euphoric. And I WILL punish you if you earn it, Draco. This is something that even your own parents would not be allowed to interfere with. You are under my direction for as long as I head this Pack. At least unless an Alpha creature joins us.” Shiloe growled.
Draco stiffened. He turned his eyes to Ron as Shiloe kept hold of his arm. “I’m sorry, Weasel. EY!” He added when Shiloe’s fangs dug into his skin threateningly.
Ron sighed. “It’s fine, let’s just start fresh.” Ron said grudgingly.
Draco curled his lip. “Deal.”
Shiloe sighed, seeing that he had a lot of work to do before his Pack would work smoothly together. He was pleased to see Hermione, Neville and Blaise all actively engaged in conversation together. It seemed that with Neville and Blaise both being so close due to their similar status in the Pack and Neville being friendly with Hermione, the potential for cooperation was created.
Cedric was chuckling behind his hand, watching the angry pout on Draco’s face from his chastisement.
Shiloe looked at Cedric once he realized that Draco wasn’t going to try anything further. “Oh, Cedric?”
“Yeah?” Cedric asked curiously.
“You’re thinking of entering the Tournament.” He didn’t ask. He already knew, there was no need to approach the subject with subtlety.
Cedric smiled. “Yeah, I am. I’m going to be of age, after all. I turn Seventeen on October 25^th. And besides, with the prize money, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting a sports fund, which looks unlikely playing against Harry. He wins most of the time, no matter whom he’s playing against. I only won by accident, that once.” He finished wryly.
Shiloe scowled. “I don’t want you to compete.” He said quietly.
Cedric stilled. “No, Shiloe. You can’t change my mind on this. I talked it over with Professor Snape, there are safety measures in place this year that weren’t before. It’s perfectly safe.” He said reasonably.
Shiloe growled, and Draco stiffened in his lap. “No. I’m NOT losing you! ANY of you!” He snarled, his arms tightening around the blond.
Draco gasped, but didn’t move or make another sound, not wanting to set off the creature he was sitting on.
Cedric gulped, locking eyes with Draco’s terrified gaze for a moment. “Shiloe, you should let go of Draco if we’re going to discuss this.” He said slowly and carefully.
“There’s nothing to discuss. You aren’t putting yourself in unnecessary danger!” Shiloe snarled.
Cedric sighed, seeing only one way out of this, and he hated it, but there was no other way, short of giving in or putting Draco in danger, which he wouldn’t do. He had to play like a snake, the way his mother outwitted his father every time. “I understand, Shiloe,” He sighed, mentally adding, ‘But it’s not changing things any.’ He didn’t have to agree to understand, after all.
Shiloe narrowed his eyes. “Really?” He checked.
“Yeah.” Cedric said, sounding highly put-upon. Besides, what were the chances he’d be picked, really? If he wasn’t, no one needed to know.
Shiloe relaxed. “Good.” He said.
Draco turned around and hit Shiloe on the side of the head. “Don’t ever do that again! ESPECIALLY not in front of COMPANY!” The blond hissed.
Shiloe chuckled. “Pack is not COMPANY. They are joining us from now on.”
Draco paled. “WHAAT?!”
“ARGH, MY EARS!” Sirius yelled from his spot, covering his sensitive ears to protect them from the pitch of Draco’s shriek.
“You complete twat, why didn’t you tell me that earlier?! I would have definitely had more to say about it! Bloody fucking HELL, I don’t want to have to see Weasley’s ugly face every-“
Shiloe sighed when he realized that Draco wasn’t stopping. He picked the blond up, shifting him slightly, and lips found the blonde’s neck, effectively cutting him off.
“Um… Shilo- AIIEEEE!!!” Draco let out a scream as Shiloe bit down on his neck, sending white-hot magical energy through Draco’s body in a single, painful pulse.
Draco whimpered when Shiloe pulled his fangs free and licked the wound, searching his eyes for something.
“Behave?” The dark-haired teen checked, and Draco realized what he was looking for.
Draco swallowed. “I hate you.” He said softly, leaning into Shiloe’s hold for comfort.
Shiloe wrapped his arms around Draco, smiling wryly. “Then follow the rules.”
“I will.” Draco said, his voice muffled in Shiloe’s robes.
Hermione’s mouth dropped open and she started frantically writing something on a sheet of parchment she had on her lap.
“If you’re actually TAKING NOTES on my interactions with my anchors-“
Hermione froze and looked at him guiltily. “Yes?”
Shiloe smirked. “I have to insist that you let me read it before you leave here, and charm it so only you and I can read it.” He finished, letting her know that she was allowed to keep writing.
Hermione smiled widely and nodded, then continued writing. “Would it be possible for me to have this published someday? As a textbook?”
“Over my dead body.” Shiloe replied.
Hermione looked at him with a frown. “But this can help other Shiloe-“
“Other Shiloe will know, to an extent, what they are doing already. The only ones this will help would be their Hosts, and they will already be able to talk to their Shiloe. It’s unnecessary, and if it fell into the wrong hands, the things you are going to learn would be powerful weapons against us.” He said.
Hermione sighed. “Could we pass it on through the Potter line?” She asked hopefully.
Shiloe chuckled. “If we tie it to the bloodline, yes, but blood magic is technically illegal now.” He shrugged. “I will do it someday in the future.”
“But if it’s illegal-“
Shiloe snorted. “Oh, please. They can’t trace what I do, I don’t even exist.” He drawled.
“Please, children, let’s not fight. There is no moral reason for all blood magic to be illegal.”
Shiloe looked up in relief at Salazar. “Thank Merlin, you can explain!” He said in relief.
Salazar sighed. “Indeed. As I was saying, it is only outlawed because it can be used to identify squibs and dispose of them, plus it can be used to induce miscarriages when a firstborn child carried was female, among its many other uses. So, since it had SOME less-than-desirable uses, it was declared Dark.” He finished.
Hermione looked stunned. “But that’s HORRIBLE! Killing children and babies for things they can’t even control!”
Shiloe shrugged. “Some Pureblood lines still do.” He said simply.
“How do you know all that?” Hermione asked, in a whisper.
Shiloe shrugged again. “When enough Shiloe learn something, it becomes engrained within magic itself. If a Shiloe Manifests, there are certain things we will be aware of, no matter if the Host knows or not.”
Ron was fidgeting, and looked like he wanted to say something.
“WHAT, Ron?!” Shiloe asked, having been watching the teen out the corner of his eye for several seconds. “That’s bloody DISTRACTING!”
“Well, I- Um… Never mind.” He mumbled, turning red.
“Come on, I don’t want to watch you wriggle like a Flobberworm all night.” Shiloe sneered.
“Well, it’s just… You’ve had sex, right?” Ron asked, flushing more.
“Ronald!” Hermione gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
Shiloe laughed. “Yes, I have. I’ve had quite a lot of sex, in fact.” He added lecherously.
Ron looked at him intently. “What’s it like?”
Shiloe smirked. “Well, I didn’t exactly watch Harry, so I don’t know if it’s the same with girls, but with two guys, it’s really tight and hot. It feels great. The insides of your partner rub you all over the entire way in and out, and your mind goes completely blank. I’d assume that with girls it would be the same, except a lot wetter.” He concluded. “Unless you want to hear about being the one getting fu-“
“NO, no, that’s fine!” Ron cut him off, flushed totally red, joined in his mortification at Shiloe’s bold words by Hermione, Blaise, Neville, and a giggling Helga Hufflepuff near the wall.
Shiloe smirked in satisfaction. “So, that’s… Five full flushes and a giggle.” He glanced over at Salazar. “Total embarrassment achieved.” He declared proudly.
Salazar nodded. “Indeed. Good show.” He agreed.
Shiloe smiled and turned back to the rest. “Of course, sex is only worth it if the emotional attachment is there, as well. The magical potential of a truly compatible pair joined in coitus is astounding. It’s only sad that sex magic, which is of little use in daily life, is the only kind that is able to be safely cast while generating such power, since the act is so distracting.” He finished.
Hermione frowned. “SEX magic? I’ve never heard of that.” She said primly, her tone slightly disapproving.
“Well, this may be a school, but do you expect them to keep Sex Magic texts from ages ago where eleven-year-olds could find them?” Shiloe drawled with a smirk. “As a matter of fact, there is one Sex Magic textbook here, though I have yet to search the library for it. Written by Salazar Slytherin himself. The first Sex Magic instructor for those that preferred males.” Shiloe grinned.
Salazar chuckled and nodded to the few that glanced his way.
“Who taught the guys?” Ron asked.
“The straight ones? I did. As well as the girls that preferred the fairer sex.” Rowena answered quickly. “No knowledge is ever bad.”
Salazar smirked. “Intent is what determines what the spell does. And sex magic’s main intent is to heighten and enhance the union between two beings of agreeable demeanors. To experience and give greater pleasure. That intent is not harmful.” He purred. “I must say, I had numerous young ladies, as well as a few men, come seeking repeat performances. And I declined few.”
Shiloe rolled his eyes and Hermione sucked in a disapproving breath.
“Ron,” Shiloe drawled, “Remind me to thank you for this later.”
Ron sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get them this worked up.”
“Well, since I have urgent business to attend to, I’ll be right back. Nev, Dray, could you two join me in my room?” He asked, heading to the chambers that once belonged to Salazar Slytherin, and now had his name spelled on it, only visible to those who knew of him.
Neville flushed as Draco shut the door behind him.
Shiloe smirked. “Well? Neville, if you don’t want him to, I can do it myself. I just figured the two of you could use this to break the ice, if you wanted?”
Neville flushed brighter, but nodded. “I’m okay with it.” He said with a small, shy smile.
“Come here.” Shiloe said warmly, leading him to the bed. “Draco, Neville wants your help. Come over here for me?”
Draco walked over. “With?” He asked in slight curiosity.
“Neville, do you want to show him?” Shiloe asked.
Neville gulped and unbuttoned his trousers, then dropped them at his feet and bunched his robes around his hips, bending over the edge of bed to show them both the small butt plug he wore.
Draco’s eyes were huge. “Merlin, that’s been there all day?” He asked.
Shiloe chuckled. “Mm-hm.” He confirmed.
“That’s hot, Neville,” was Draco’s final verdict, as he reached down to touch it, then stopped, flicking a glance at Shiloe.
‘Just pull it out slowly. No games.’ Shiloe mouthed, and Draco nodded.
Draco slowly eased the plug out, hearing Neville’s soft moan at the feeling of it slipping out, and feeling his own cock harden almost to the point of pain.
“Oh, Merlin, thank you!” Neville sighed in relief, letting Shiloe help him up, and glaring at him. “You’re an evil bastard.” He said lightly, and Shiloe laughed.
“I thought you would say something like that.” He said, and then laid a hand over Neville’s still-bare hip and smiled as the teen jumped.
“What was that?” Neville asked in shock at the feeling of his muscles tightening up as though he had never worn the infernal plug at all.
Shiloe shrugged. “Standard Shiloe healing spell. The same one I’ll have to use on this body before I go dormant, every time. Oh, there is ONE drawback to it.” He added, a little hesitantly.
“What?” Neville asked suspiciously.
Shiloe flushed. “Um, for all intents and purposes, you’re now a virgin back there, again.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Sorry, but that’s a side-effect of the spell, and we can’t figure out a way to undo it. Trust me, Shiloe are not fond of experiencing our ‘first time’ every time we are active, but unless Harry wants to be walking funny and feeling MY residual aches, it’s a necessary evil.”
Neville’s eyes softened and he got a dreamy smile on his face. “I get to have a SECOND ‘first time?’” He asked happily.
He looked at Shiloe, and flushed, biting his lip. “Umm…”
Shiloe smiled. “You don’t have to give me your do-over, you know. You can choose from any of my anchors, as well. I won’t fault you for it.” He said teasingly, with a glance at Draco, who was studiously observing the alcohol Shiloe had at his disposal. He had noticed Neville’s barely-there gasp at Draco speaking his given name for the first time, and he knew that things were finally starting to shift. All they’d needed was a gentle push.
Neville glanced at the blond, then back at Shiloe. “You won’t mind?”
Shiloe smirked. “Not at all.” He purred. “Now,” He said, his voice louder. “We need to get back out there and see the damage.”
Shiloe opened the door and laughed. “Merlin, Sirius, what happened?” He asked, letting Neville and Draco out to see the Animagus.
Sirius, covered in white powder, sighed. “I accepted a candy.” He answered. “From Ron, more fool me.”
The others all erupted into laughter again, the three teens joining in, now that they knew it was a Weasley product.
Ron snorted. “Don’t worry, you might turn invisible off and on for a few hours, but nothing else.”
“On that note, I think it’s time to cut this short.” Shiloe decided, glancing at Cedric. “Are you busy tonight? Can you… Stay?” He asked softly.
Hermione pursed her lips. “It’s a school night!” She declared, incensed.
Shiloe looked at her with a raised brow. “You eat during school HOURS.” He pointed out. “This is my breakfast. So sue me.” He shrugged.
Hermione deflated. “Oh. Right.” She flushed at the reminder that Shiloe fed on sex.
Ron got up, eager to leave since Shiloe was obviously choosing his bed partner for the night. A new Pack member, after all, could always be exiled if Shiloe came to distrust or dislike them enough before the bond was totally secured. Best to leave without pushing his luck.
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