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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47211 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Revamped the Cedric smut scene. I am happy with it now.

Shiloe sighed, closing the door and turning toward Cedric. “I don’t want to revisit today’s discussion, let’s just put it behind us.” He told the tall brunette, sliding his arms around Cedric’s broad shoulders. “You’re alright with that, yeah?” He asked, looking through his lashes at Cedric coyly.
Cedric mentally cheered. No more looking for words to let him get out of trouble!
“Of course.”
Shiloe smiled, feeling for Sirius, who was… WITH Godric, and then Neville and Draco, in Rowena’s room for the night, before leading Cedric into his bedroom.
“Now, since it’s just you and me,” Shiloe began, “We should be wearing a lot less right now.” He joked, pulling his own clothes off at a rapid rate.
Cedric chuckled and began undressing as well. “Eager?” He asked teasingly, and Shiloe shot a smirk at him.
“Always, for the ones I love.” He said easily.
Cedric stared at him in shock. “Love..?” He asked in an awestruck voice. “You LOVE me?”
Shiloe smiled. “Of course I do. For Shiloe, there is no other way. When we find our anchors, they are already perfect for us. There is no reason for us to hold back our emotions, so we allow ourselves to fall in love totally with them.” He cocked his head. “You didn’t know?”
Cedric blushed. “Well, I thought that was just a myth.” He explained.
Shiloe snorted softly, turning away with an amused smile. “I don’t expect you to return the sentiment, at least not yet. I’m patient.” He told Cedric, removing his tie while he spoke. “There’s no pressure, I don’t want empty words. I already know that you’re not going to say it until you’re completely sure, and you can’t be,” Shiloe said, dropping the shirt he had removed and rising onto tiptoe to brush his mouth over Cedric’s. “Not yet. But soon.” He finished in a whisper, and Cedric claimed the lips that were tempting him so sorely.
He nearly tore his trousers in his haste to free himself from them, and Shiloe chuckled as Cedric broke the kiss, kicking and cursing as the trousers clung to his ankles. “Oh, ha, ha.” Cedric shot at him sarcastically, grinning as he finally broke free. “Laugh it up. I’ll get my revenge when you least expect it!”
Shiloe gasped in mock terror. “Hufflepuffs get REVENGE?!” He teased.
Cedric shrugged. “Now that you mention it, no, we don’t. Guess you’re off the hook.”
“Mm, lucky me.” Shiloe purred, wrapping his arms around Cedric’s shoulders once again.
Cedric pushed Shiloe onto the bed and straddled him, grinding down against him teasingly. “So, now that I finally have you all to myself, what should I do with you?” He mused, fingers trailing teasingly over Shiloe’s chest.
Shiloe gasped as Cedric gently flicked a nipple. “I’d LIKE for you to touch my cock.” He suggested. “Could that be arranged? Possibly?”
Cedric chuckled and ground down again.
Shiloe threw his head back and moaned. “Yeah, just like that.” He clung to Cedric, writhing against him. “Boxers… In the way…” Shiloe complained, reaching down to push the offending garment over his hips, shimmying under Cedric to get them off all the way.
Cedric hissed in a breath through his teeth as Shiloe shifted underneath him, his hands flying to Shiloe’s hips to still them. “Don’t do that, for a second, yeah?” Cedric panted, quickly pulling off his own underwear and tossing it onto the floor.
Shiloe chuckled, lying completely still as Cedric regained his composure above him.
Cedric grinned at him. “What? Are you LAUGHING at me?”
Shiloe shook his head. “Of course not. Why would I do that?” He asked innocently.
Cedric decided then that talking was overrated, and Shiloe cried out as the Hufflepuff’s hand gripped him purposefully. Cedric stroked him firmly, and Shiloe moaned loudly. Cedric removed his hand and sat up. “Can I rim you?” He asked, flushing a bit.
Shiloe spread his legs widely. “Please, do whatever you want. I’m all yours.” He moaned.
Cedric spread Shiloe’s arse wide and bent his head, licking over his hole slowly, then pointing his tongue and driving it in as deeply as it could go.
Shiloe whimpered. “Merlin, keep doing that!”
Cedric chuckled, letting just the tip of his tongue out to probe gently at that lovely pink ring of muscle, grinning as he did. He flattened his tongue over it completely and licked at it slowly, then raised his head. “Turn onto your side for me.” He urged Shiloe, spooning behind him and reaching one hand down to brush a fingertip against Shiloe’s entrance. “Have you done it like this before?” He asked, before sucking gently on Shiloe’s neck.
Shiloe shivered. “N-no.” He answered.
“Call me a romantic, but this is one of my favorite positions because it means I can make love to my partner and cuddle with them at the same time.” He chuckled.
“So prepare me, already!” Shiloe whined a bit, pushing his arse back against Cedric pleadingly. “I’ve been patient, haven’t I?” He asked sweetly.
Cedric chuckled. “Yes, very. Um… Could you grab my robes for me?” He asked.
Shiloe sighed and grabbed a vial off of his bedside table. “Here,” He said, shoving it into Cedric’s hand. “Use mine, but HURRY, please!” He begged, sighing in pleasure when two fingers were immediately pushed into him.
Cedric stretched Shiloe quickly, biting his lip at the way the smaller teen was pushing back against his fingers eagerly. He quickly lubed himself, then set the vial back on the table and positioned himself at Shiloe’s entrance. “Alright, bend this leg a bit.” He urged Shiloe.
Once Shiloe was in the right position, Cedric pushed inside, burying his face against Shiloe’s neck as he groaned. “Merlin, you’re so tight!” He muttered, before nipping at the smooth skin in front of his face.
Shiloe nodded. “I know.” He panted, crying out when Cedric’s slick hand slid over his hip to grab his erection, pumping it. “Oohhh, bloody hell!” He breathed, biting down on his lip to hold off his orgasm.
Cedric chuckled into his ear breathlessly. “NOW who’s close?” He teased, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Shiloe’s cock.
Shiloe moaned loudly at that, coming against his will.
He heard Cedric curse softly behind him before the Hufflepuff thrust hard twice more and stilled, and Shiloe sighed happily, feeling Cedric’s release as well as the echoes of his own.
“Okay, and now I think I need to sleep.” Cedric decided as he caught his breath, wrapping both arms tightly around Shiloe’s waist and tangling his legs with the smaller teen’s.
Shiloe smiled happily, wriggling until he was comfortably snuggled against Cedric’s warm, comforting form, and let himself drift off.
*****
Shiloe looked down at the finished potion proudly. “So, when I take this, it’ll tell me my top three Animagus forms, out of five maximum?” He asked once more.
Rowena smiled and nodded. “It will. And before we move on to the next lesson, I want detailed essays on all of your Animagus forms and what they say about you. If you find that anything is too private, feel free to omit it, but I want you to start a journal, and keep that information in there, for reference.”
Shiloe wrinkled his nose at the mention of a journal. “Why would I need a journal? I’m not some bloody GIRL.” He sneered.
Rowena pursed her lips. “Keeping a journal is not inherently feminine, and you know it!” She snapped, her hands fisting on her hips. “We EACH kept journals, in fact, we had both work journals AND private ones!”
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “Fine, never mind. I’ll start a bloody journal.”
Rowena smiled. “Good boy. Now, why don’t you take the potion?” She asked.
Shiloe poured some into a vial, noting that it retained some heat. It felt like warm tea. “How does it taste?” He asked, looking at it. It looked pleasant enough.
“Like mud.” Rowena told him brightly. “WARM mud.”
Shiloe sighed. “Sounds revolting.” He said blandly. “Bottoms up, then.” He tilted his head back and drank the potion.
It did, indeed, taste like mud, though it was as thin as water, and his stomach tried desperately to bring it back up, but it was already being absorbed by his body, making him glow.
The glow slowly drew itself out of his body, coalescing into a ball before him. It hovered, and then moved to the best place to be seen clearly by both Shiloe and Rowena.
Rowena smiled. “Animagus forms are rather vain. They like to be displayed to all and sundry.” She explained as the ball took its first shape.
Shiloe smirked at the black-and-copper Eagle. It was a beautiful form, truly.
“Golden Eagle, just as you saw in meditation. Very good.” Rowena commented, just as the form shimmered and began to change shape again.
It settled into a grey owl with white spots all down its back.
“An owl?” Shiloe asked curiously.
“Hm, yes, I can see it.” Rowena commented, staring hard at Shiloe. “And next is…”
The ball shimmered and shifted one last time, becoming a sleek, spotted jungle cat.
Shiloe smirked. “Wicked.” He decided, admiring the cat.
“Oohhh, a jaguar is a rare form to have. Impressive, too.” Rowena praised him. “Are you ready to give the transformation a try, or would you rather wait and get accustomed to your form?”
Shiloe shook his head. “No, I’ve been meditating on my form a lot lately and I’ve started studying the Eagle. I think I can do that one, and the rest should fall in line?” He asked, glancing at Rowena for confirmation.
She nodded with a smile.
“Right.” Shiloe nodded. “I’m going to try it.”
He closed his eyes and quickly found his center, becoming more adept every time he tried, owed in large part to the ease with which Shiloe could navigate the mind, enhancing all mental magics greatly.
He fixed on the image of the Golden Eagle, watching as the animal spread its wings, displaying the snake-shaped copper patterns on each wing, and Shiloe drew deeply, summoning all the power he could, to ensure that his spell had the strength behind it that he’d need for it.
He reached for the image of the bird and thought the spell.
‘Mutare!’
The magic took hold of him, and the single word he had thought reverberated through his head like the ringing of a gong. He felt his body liquefy and slide around, shifting fluidly as bones, muscles and organs shifted slightly, then found their new positions and took them up.
He opened his eyes, and found that he was standing in the same spot he had started in, but now he was eye-level with Rowena’s shins.
He opened his mouth—which was now a beak—and let out an indignant screech.
Rowena smiled down at him, and then giggled. “Indeed.” She agreed happily, bending down and running a hand over his feathers proudly. “Didn’t expect to become that short, did you? I know the first time can be rather disorienting, and Shiloe seem to have trouble changing back. You may only be able to switch forms for several hours.”
The Eagle that was Shiloe gave her a disapproving look that obviously said, ‘and you couldn’t have told me this EARLIER?!’ before he nipped her finger and flew to the door, insistent that it be opened.
Rowena sighed. “Oh, calm down, you buzzard! It’s a few HOURS, you can handle that!” She snapped, opening the door so that Shiloe could get out.
As Shiloe escaped the room, he felt his body morph again. He hit the ground running in the form of a jaguar and pounced onto Sirius, who had been reading on the couch.
“Whoa, Merlin, you scared me!” He gripped his chest, and then blinked. “Shi?” He grinned happily. “You look GOOD. Nice form. Can you change back yet?” He teased.
Shiloe huffed and gave Sirius a baleful glare before curling up on most of the couch.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no.’” He decided, sitting next to the giant animal and opening the book he had dropped, looking for his page.
The jaguar rumbled warningly, using a massive paw to knock the book from his hands.
“What the hell, Shi?” Sirius asked, looking at Shiloe.
Shiloe rolled onto his back, drawing his legs up and giving Sirius a pleading look.
Sirius raised an eyebrow. “You’re joking, right?”
Shiloe let out a few quick roars and Sirius thought briefly that he sounded like a tiger with a cough.
“Shiloe, you can’t be serious! I can hardly even REACH your belly from here, you’re massive!” He teased.
Shiloe pulled his lips back to reveal that he also had massive fangs.
Sirius gulped at the growl the large cat let out. “Alright, fine!” He leaned over the cat and began to rub the animal’s belly vigorously. “Figures your form would be a giant pussy.” He teased.
One giant paw came up and slapped him upside the head.
Sirius fell to the floor, ears ringing. “Bloody hell, ow!” He shouted. “You know, big cats shouldn’t just go around slapping blokes!”
“Well,” Salazar’s voice sounded from his portrait, “To be fair, you DID provoke him.” The man pointed out.
Sirius grumbled, getting up, and then cried out in shock as Shiloe morphed again, into a small grey owl. “Bloody hell, is that normal?!” He shouted.
Salazar chuckled. “Yes, for a Shiloe.” He said calmly.
“I had an owl form, as well.” Helga said absently. “Intuition and a thirst for truth are what mark those with an owl form.”
Sirius sat on the floor and stared at the owl that was Shiloe.
Shiloe stared back.
“Huh.”
The owl gave a hoot of agreement.
*****
Blaise downed the potion and nodded, banishing the vial it had been in. “All right. Come on.” He grabbed Shiloe’s hand for support and stepped into the Forbidden Forest.
“How long do we have?” Shiloe checked, leading Blaise in deeper, unafraid of anything they might encounter. He knew how to deal with the creatures that lived there. They were all fairly harmless to Shiloe, and knew better than to harm their anchors.
“About five minutes.” Blaise answered, looking around warily.
Shiloe snorted. “Great.”
After four more minutes of stumbling, Blaise stopped. “It’s starting.” He panted.
Shiloe dropped his hand and quickly transformed into his Jaguar form. He watched on with sad eyes as Blaise’s body was wracked with the painful transformation.
After a few painful minutes, it was over, and Shiloe looked over the large, pitch-black Werewolf with interest.
The Werewolf stared back intently, asking with his gaze if Shiloe could still accept Blaise, knowing now what also inhabited the teen’s body.
Shiloe rubbed his body along the Werewolf’s, a low rumbling purr escaping his throat.
‘You can transform, Mate.’ The Werewolf told him, in a series of growls and roars that Shiloe was able to understand. ‘I cannot hurt you, as you know.’ He added.
Shiloe transformed back into his human form, and smiled. “What should we call you, then? Do you have a name?” He asked, his hands digging into the soft fur along the creature’s sides.
Blaise’s wolf shook his head. ‘Werewolves must be given our names, and I have remained a well-kept secret. No one has had a chance to name me yet. Would you?’
Shiloe smiled. “Sure. Hmm… How about Seff? It’s the Hebrew word for Wolf. Harry found the name in a book a few years back. I think it would suit you.”
The Werewolf seemed to consider it for a moment, then it grinned, tongue lolling out of its mouth. ‘I like Seff.’ He agreed happily.
“Good! Seff it is, then. Come on, let’s explore the forest.” He said excitedly.
‘Can you keep up?’ Seff asked teasingly, and was off like a shot.
Shiloe cursed, grinning, and shifted to Jaguar form to give chase.
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