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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 33: Talking, Talking, Talking...
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Draco sighed and his eyes slowly fluttered open. He felt warm for the first time in months, he had not felt like this since he had been brought back to life and it was all because of Harry, because of the small hand that was still holding his.
The Slytherin couldn't believe how stupid he had been. He had loved the boy for so long, ever since he had first laid eyes on him, and when he finally had a chance at a relationship with the small raven he had behaved like a stupid Hufflepuff. Sure, Draco could never have imagined that his father would be a part of that relationship, but since he had finally given up on his stupidity, his instincts had started helping him more and more. If he had only listened to them from the start, then he would not have done and said all those hurtful things.
How exactly a relationship between himself, Harry and his father could work out in the end, wasn't clear to him yet. There were too many possible outcomes. As father and son they could both decide to separately spend time with Harry or make their relationship work as a threesome. He wasn't sure if he would feel more comfortable with the first or the second option, but he guessed that Harry would be the one to decide in the end, he was after all the most precious thing he and his father possessed now.
Humans were so stupid that they would believe that submissives were not as valuable as a dominant only because they were physically weaker, while in truth it was the other way around; he had started to realize that by now.
Draco truly hoped that their conversation would progress well later that afternoon, or whenever they would find time to sit down and discuss their bond. Truth to be told, he felt nervous and unsure, he was afraid to say or demand something that could push Harry away from him again; he could see after all how afraid his little mate still was of him, even though the little raven had tried to hide it. The time spent alone with Harry and his father was not even what frightened him the most, but the time in between, when he was surrounded by his fellow Slytherins and had to act a certain way. But Harry was the leader of Dumbledore's Order now and he would surely realize that Draco will only say those hurtful things to protect their secrets, right?
Draco let his eyes wander downwards to watch Harry, who was still sleeping, and allowed his lips to stretch into a soft smile. Harry was amazing. How the Gryffindor had found it in his heart to invite Draco into his bed, and that only a few hours after he had nearly raped him, he couldn't fathom. He also couldn't understand how he had never noticed his submissive's true age, it was so obvious now since he knew about it, but Dumbledore was a powerful wizard, so it was only logical that his spells would be equally powerful.
"So beautiful," he whispered, and to his silent shock, a voice answered him.
"He is," his father said, equally softly, and as Draco looked up he saw the same tenderness he felt mirrored in Lucius' eyes.
"I cannot believe that he is still so young, father. How can we mate with him and take him to our bed?" he voiced one of the many questions that were swirling inside his head.
"With patience and consideration," his father's reply came, and a moment later he added, "But we will speak about those things together later."
"You are right," he replied and looked down to their mate once more, saying, "We truly are lucky."
His father nodded. "We are luckier than either of us deserves."
They fell into a rather comfortable silence that felt only slightly awkward. Finally, Draco said without looking up, "There is still another thing I have to apologize for."
"You better do that then," his father told him, surprisingly without any harshness in his voice.
Their conversation came to an end then, as Harry started to stir in his father's arms. Green eyes opened sleepily and as they focused on Draco, Harry smiled softly and squeezed his hand.
"Morning Draco," his submissive yawned cutely, before turning onto his back and smiling up at Lucius. Draco didn't know if he should watch or look away politely, as his father bent down and gave their mate a short, but tender kiss. Harry clearly enjoyed the contact and he sighed contently as their lips parted. A quick pang of jealousy shot through Draco's heart, but he quickly squashed it. One day Harry would sigh at his kisses as well, he only needed to be patient and remind himself that Harry had already given him more than he deserved.
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Half an hour later Harry found himself sitting next to his father in the living room, while his mates once more, sat in the armchairs. Oscar had served each of them a goblet with fresh blood and he knew that it would only be a matter of seconds before his father would start asking questions; that was after all the reason why he had come up so much earlier, Harry just knew it.
"So, tell me brat, how was your first night with your mates?"
Flushing at the sound of his father's words, Harry gulped his mouthful of blood down, before shyly answering, "Good. I slept well."
"And?" His father prodded, but he had no idea what else he could tell him.
"We did not talk about anything more after yesterday and we also did nothing more than going to bed and falling asleep," Lucius rescued him, sometimes it was noticeable that the man knew his father that much longer than he himself.
"Good," his father drawled and Harry could finally feel the Potions Master relax next to him.
"I have to say, I was slightly worried," his father added and pinched the bridge of his nose. Harry, suddenly feeling concerned about his father, who already had so many worries on his mind and shoulders, turned around and gave him a peck on his cheek.
"I am fine, Lucius had an eye on Draco and me," he reassured him and added a hug just to be sure.
"Harry," Draco's voice suddenly sounded and Harry turned back around, thinking that his mate would finally ask him about his relationship with their Professor, but instead of well-hidden curiosity he only found guilt on his mate's face.
"What is it, Draco?" He asked when the older boy was still eyeing him silently after a few seconds.
"I... still have to confess something to you. I didn't write it down in my diary," his mate finally said, and Harry could see how he was bracing himself.
Draco's discomfort quickly infected him as well and he subconsciously started fidgeting in his father's lap, but in contrast to Lucius, the man didn't seem to mind.
"I..." Draco began, but broke off to take a huge lungful of air, despite the fact that it did nothing for them anymore. It only made Harry more nervous right now. What could his second mate possibly have done that made him behave so anxiously?
"I... on Halloween at the Ball, I met a girl..."
Harry flushed crimson as he realized what his mate wanted to apologize for, and guilt rose inside of his chest.
"It's okay, Draco... I already know..." he said ashamedly, wanting to take the guilt from his younger mate's conscience, while he could practically feel the amusement radiating from Lucius and his father.
"You saw us?" Draco gasped, and Harry realized that his words had the opposite effect.
"Harry, why did you not say anything? I betrayed you; you don't deserve that!" Draco exclaimed and rose to his feet, before starting to walk agitatedly up and down in front of the coffee table with balled-up fists.
Wincing, Harry braced himself to clear the misunderstanding and said,
"I haven't said anything because it was me."
Draco whirled back around with a confused expression on his face and he quickly elaborated:
"After how our weekend had ended I wanted an evening all to myself, and Hermione had the idea to dress me up as a girl. I hadn't anticipated that you would be so interested in me, but when you reacted like that, I couldn't resist," he mumbled with his eyes downcast, not able to look his mate in the eyes during his confession. He braced himself for the angry outburst, but instead Draco only started chuckling softly. Harry looked up with huge eyes as his mate's chuckles grew into full-blown laughter.
"And I was already afraid of what it could mean that I had reacted so strongly to a second person," Draco gasped, his eyes shining with relief, "but it only was you. By Merlin, I am so relieved! At least one mistake I did not make after all!"
Harry smiled at the relieved expression on his mate's face, but he still felt guilty for tricking his mate so meanly.
"I am truly sorry, Draco," he mumbled, but his second mate only waved him off.
"Just forget about it, it only is a drop in the bucket in comparison to my behaviour these last few weeks. Forgiven and forgotten."
"Well, if that matter is taken care of as well, I suggest you all start moving, because all three of you have to be in DADA in about ten minutes," his father interrupted them, and Harry jumped from the sofa.
"I will go ahead," Draco announced and left the room with a last glance at him.
"And I will return to my office," Lucius mused, standing up as well, but he first gave Harry a quick kiss before leaving.
When both his mates were gone, Harry took his school bag and waved to his father. "I guess I will go and meet with Ron and Hermione then," he said.
His father nodded and gave him a quick hug and Harry left with a happy grin as well; this day would be great, he could just feel it. Draco had finally accepted him as his submissive and his two dominants seemed to be comfortable enough in their new relationship; it couldn't get any better, at least for today.
To his surprise, he ran into Ron and Hermione outside of his rooms.
"What are you two doing here, haven't you been to breakfast yet?" He asked, looking from Hermione to Ron and back again. Hermione threw their friend an annoyed look, but explained: "Someone overslept."
"Oh," Harry simply replied, but couldn't really sympathize with the witch right now, he simply felt too good this morning. Hermione, always attentive, noticed his good mood and instantly asked:
"Did something good happen today? Ron and I were already afraid that you would be in a bad mood after the accident you had yesterday."
Harry blinked at her, but then realized that his father and first mate must have told the class an excuse for the sudden end to their Potions lesson.
"Yeah," he merely grinned and gave Hermione a long look that told her they would speak about it later when Ron wasn't there. Her eyes widened for the barest of moments, but then she started walking and continued as if nothing had transpired between them: "Let's go, or we will be late."
"Keep calm Mione, it isn't far to the classroom and we still have seven minutes," Ron grumbled but fell into step with them.
They arrived at their classroom only a few minutes later, just in time for Harry to see Draco approach from the opposite direction. His mate wore his usual smirk, but Harry was somehow sure that he seemed more at ease than in the last few weeks, even though no one besides himself, Lucius, and his father would probably notice it.
"Hey Dracy, you are late," cooed Parkinson as soon as she had spotted his mate. Harry felt the jealousy rise inside of him again; he knew that his mate needed to keep up certain appearances, but that didn't mean that he had to like it.
His eyes were practically glued to his mate as Parkinson grabbed Draco's left arm and pushed herself flush against his body, while simultaneously fluttering her eyelashes at him. In his opinion, however, it made her look as seductive as Ginny when she had tried out the same tactic on him.
"How disgusting," sneered Ron next to him and Harry just wanted to agree, when Draco pulled his arm out from Pansy's grasp and pushed her softly but determinedly away from him.
"I fear I cannot do that kind of things anymore, Pansy," Draco said rather loudly, loud enough that even Lucius would be able to hear it inside his office, and Harry was sure that their oldest mate was listening.
"Why not?" Pansy pouted and tried to get closer again. "You are so distant nowadays, Dracy-poo, what is the matter? I thought after you had left with that girl on Halloween you would be more relaxed again," the girl whined in a sickly sweet tone of voice.
"The girl was a relative of my godfather’s, I showed her around because it was my duty, nothing more. But my father has agreed on a marriage contract for me and I am engaged," Draco huffed, quickly losing his calm.
Harry ignored the snorts from Ron next to him and instead continued to listen. His heart had started fluttering in joy from the moment Draco had pushed Pansy away, and to hear him so openly acknowledge that he was already spoken for sent Harry into a whirlwind of warm, fluffy and fluttery feelings.
"But we are Purebloods; an engagement doesn't have to bother us, Draco. We still can have our fun, or is she that beautiful?"
Harry nearly fainted in joy as Draco opened his mouth with a haughty smirk and said: "My fiancé is the most beautiful, kind hearted and loveable person I have ever met."
A simultaneous gasp came from the Slytherins, and Pansy recoiled with shock written all over her face.
"You can't mean it, Dracy?" She asked weakly, but Harry could hear in her voice that she already knew the answer.
"I do," Draco simply said, and turned to his friend Blaise.
"Ferret-face in love? Can you believe that?" Ron snorted, and Harry had to quickly squash the defensive growl that was already forming in his chest.
"I actually can. Why shouldn't he be able to fall in love? And don't you think it is always nice when someone has found their special someone?" Hermione asked, causing a disgusted face to appear on Ron's face.
"No, I don't think that the prat is able to love anybody, I bet he only says those things because his daddy has found a really good match for him and now he has to be careful that the parents of the pure girl don't notice what an arsehole he is and break the engagement again."
Hermione sighed desperately, before turning questioning eyes on Harry, who still was smiling stupidly at nothing in particular and didn't notice her. Sure, Draco had only said the part about him being beautiful to make his point clear, but that didn't change the fact that Draco had openly declared his faithfulness to him.
"Harry?" Hermione suddenly said loudly and her waving hand appeared in front of Harry's eyes. He jumped in surprise and finally noticed the odd looks his friends were giving him.
"Really, you are totally out of it today," Ron said with a shake of his head, while Hermione repeated her question:
"So, what do you think about Draco being in love?"
Harry shrugged, before answering honestly: "I am in too good of a mood to not wish him his own happiness today."
Ron gave him an odd look, but Hermione only smiled happily at him. "That is a good mindset to have," she agreed with him, just when their classroom door finally opened and Lucius let them in.
Harry watched Draco striding into the room with a relaxed, or maybe even relieved, swagger to his hips past his father who also looked much more at ease this morning. His two friends were already on their way to their usual seats and he quickly followed them. Truth to be told, he was still a bit confused about everything. He was really happy about the turn his relationship with his mates had taken and the urge to make up for the lost time with Draco was strong, on the other side he still felt shy around the younger mate, especially when they couldn't be in the safety of his quarters where Lucius could stop Draco at any time in case he once again freaked out.
Right now his body wanted to follow the younger blonde and sit down next to him, whilst his mind feared that he would have to go up to Lucius’ office all alone with his younger mate, as they had done in the last few lessons.
Resigning himself to emotional chaos for at least the next couple of days, Harry bent down and pulled his DADA-journal out, before turning his gaze to the front of the room. Lucius was just taking a pile of scrolls from his expensive leather bag and placing them on his desk. The blonde man tapped them with his wand, and suddenly his essay appeared in front of Harry. He unrolled the scroll and grinned at the red O that was written at the very bottom and the small note telling him "Well done, my little submissive."
"Some of you need to spend more time with you assignments," Lucius started his lesson then, and Harry quickly put his homework away. His older mate walked over to stand in front of the blackboard, one hand leisurely shoved into the pocket of his trousers while the other held his famous snake-cane.
Harry hummed silently; he loved his DADA lessons, here was the only place outside of his quarters where he could stare at his first mate without looking suspicious.
"Today we will split the lesson up; in the first hour you will practice your transformation one last time and in the second half of this class each of you will come to the front and show us your end result," Lucius announced, and Harry felt his heartbeat quicken; he would have to go up into Lucius' office with Draco again, but he had forgotten his older mate's knowledge for his fears:
"You, Mr. Potter will practice to take on different kind of forms, but you will have to stay down here today. My son will help you again."
Harry sighed in relief, and as Lucius gave the class the sign to start, he stood with his classmates and quickly helped them float the tables over to the wall before going over to Draco, who greeted him with a sneer. He hadn't expected anything else; they were in class after all.
"Potter, let's go over there," his younger mate told him and gestured with his head over to a corner that would be far away from all their classmates.
"Um... sure," Harry replied and took his bag before following Draco over to the secluded area. The blonde Slytherin summoned a pair of pillows and they sat down opposite each other. For a short moment silence stretched between them and Harry had to fight the urge to start fidgeting nervously or stare at the blonde intensely, therefore he settled on eying his fingers intently.
"To transform in other animals is not that different from transforming into your core creatures, it actually is slightly easier as you don't have to find out what they are. You merely need to picture them accurately in front of your inner eye," Draco finally started explaining.
"Are your other animals also all... kids?" His mate questioned and Harry nodded in affirmation, not knowing what else to say.
"You know, I wondered about it, but father told me from the ritual yesterday and it makes sense," Draco mused silently, his blue eyes darting over to their classmates to check that no one was listening in on them.
Harry couldn't suppress the urge to fidget anymore; his age was a sensitive topic for him, he knew how much it had shocked Lucius and it was one of the reasons why he sometimes doubted that his mates could find him attractive. In his eyes strong, muscled and well-built men had always been attractive, while children were cute, but not in a sexual manner.
"And?" He asked silently when Draco didn't say anything else on the topic.
"And what?" Draco replied, his voice sounding slightly confused.
"Does it bother you? That I am so young, I mean?"
Draco watched him for a moment, his ice-blue orbs boring into his soul.
"It does concern me a little, but you are my mate Harry," was the ambivalent answer he finally got after a long moment.
Feeling as if Draco had purposefully avoided a clear answer, Harry hastily asked: "Into what kind of animal do you want me to transform first?"
His mate shrugged but said: "Just try a cat or any other pet, but we had better leave the dangerous animals for a time when not as many skittish students are nearby."
Nodding, Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on relaxing. It didn't take him long anymore to reach his core, and the symbolic image of all the animals he could turn into. Looking around, he searched for an animal he wanted to try out and his eyes landed on a little, black puppy. He grinned inwardly as he concentrated on the image; it almost looked like Padfoot, only much smaller and younger, Sirius surely would be excited to see him in this form.
He felt his body shrink and shift and fur starting to cover every inch of his skin. When he finally opened his eyes again, Draco was sneering down at him.
"A dirty mutt. You can turn into any animal there is, and your first choice is a dirty mutt?" His mate asked and leaned slightly backwards. What was it with Purebloods and their aversion to dogs?
"But good otherwise," Draco added, still staring down at him.
Harry waggled his tail and barked once, his voice even higher than normal, but Draco didn't even make a move to pet him and instead instructed him:
"And now try to shift into another animal, without turning back into your human form; it is a bit harder but very useful in a duel."
Harry concentrated again, this time on the image of a small version of McGonagall in her cat-form and his body instantly started changing again. The feeling was still slightly odd, but he could feel how the process grew more and more fluid with every transformation; maybe he would even soon be able to transform as easily as his godfather.
His pointy cat ears caught a silent chirping sound and as he looked up, he saw Justitius flutter in through one of the open windows. Without hesitation, Harry concentrated on his little familiar and in the next moment, he fluttered over to his bat who chirped excitedly at him. They danced around each other for a moment, until Draco called him back:
"Potter, come back down here, the chirping is giving me a headache!"
Turning his small head, Harry saw Draco pinching the bridge of his nose and quickly fluttered over before transforming back into a human.
"I am sorry, I didn't mean to..." he started to apologize but his second mate waved him off.
"It's fine, it will be gone in a few minutes again," the blonde said, before bringing the conversation back to their practice:
"I think you already have a good grasp of the transformation process. It will become easier with time."
"I have noticed that," Harry confirmed, just when the sound of Lucius knocking with his cane on the floor a few times could be heard and the man ordered the class to return to their seats.
Harry and Draco stood up and separated again, before helping the others to return the tables and chairs to their original positions.
"I feel so sorry for you that you always have to help Potter," Harry heard Pansy coo as he sat down again next to his friends; but he wasn't worried anymore, not after Draco's declaration and he turned back to his friends.
"Your transformations were impressive," Hermione said, sounding a bit envious. "We watched you a little, it looks so easy when you are transforming."
Shrugging, Harry replied: "Maybe Draco is a good teacher?"
Ron merely snorted: "Yeah sure. I think you are just naturally talented, I mean your mother was an animagus and so is your father. By the way, do you know what he is?"
Harry shook his head; his father had never wanted to tell him, but he still wanted to find out what animal he could turn into.
"I bet he turns into a bat," Ron snickered and Hermione gave him a scandalized look.
"What?" The redhead questioned. "It would fit, you have to admit that."
"It would," Harry snickered, thinking about the legend that vampires could turn into bats. "So, what are your animals?"
"I am a barn owl," Hermione told him with an excited smile. "But I still have to practice the flying," she added sheepishly, making Harry chuckle; the girl had never liked flying very much, so it didn't surprise him that she was still struggling with it. But owls represented intelligence and wisdom, so he guessed that the animal still fit Hermione.
"I am a dog a... what was its name again?" Ron asked with a questioning look at their female friend.
"A Great Dane, Ron. Really, you should start remembering your form," Hermione answered with an exasperated roll of her eyes.
"Silence please," Lucius called and he quickly shut his mouth again. "We will start with Miss Patil, please stand up and tell us what your animal is."
Harry watched as his housemate stood up, clearly regretting that she had chosen a seat in the very front, and went to stand next to Lucius.
"My animal is a peacock," she told the class loudly, but then flushed. "But I haven't managed a full transformation yet."
"Then you may show us how far you have progressed in your practice," Lucius said and after a nervous nod, Parvati closed her eyes and concentrated.
Harry watched in fascination as the Indian's black hair turned into the long, green feathers of the peacock's tail and her skin was covered by smaller, blue floccus. Even her clothes had vanished until it looked as if she was wearing a dress made of beautiful, dark blue feathers.
"That is already quite good, Miss Patil. You should, however, concentrate more on the body structure of a bird, try to imagine your arms transforming into wings next time," Lucius advised her and motioned for her to return to her seat. Parvati quickly changed back, before hastily rejoining her friends.
Next was Lavender’s turn. Her animal was a white Persian cat and she successfully transformed her entire body with the exception of her face, which still remained human.
Dean Thomas turned into a chimpanzee and he was the first one to manage a full transformation, only his clothes didn't vanish for some reason like it was meant to.
Pansy was (to Harry's annoyance) the first one who made no mistake at all with her transformation. She as well turned into a Persian, but a rather ugly one with a flat nose, as if she had run into a wall, and a shaggy, dark brown fur in the colour of her curls.
"Miss Granger," Lucius called, and Harry gave his friend a thumbs up as she stood up and walked to the front. The clever witch transformed after only a moment of closing her eyes and hastily flapped her wings to get herself onto the teacher's desk, who in turn gave her a slightly annoyed look, but merely said:
"Very well done Miss Granger. I would advise you to ask one of your classmates who also turns into a bird, for some flying lessons, maybe even Mr. Potter, I saw him turn into a bat quite successfully earlier."
Hermione the barn owl nodded before transforming back, which ended with her sitting on their Professor's desk. She flushed crimson, apologized and quickly ran back to her seat, whispering: "How embarrassing!"
"Mr. Weasley," Harry's mate called next, and added a sneer as was expected of him. Ron glared but said nothing as he stood up as well.
Ron needed the longest to transform, he almost stood in front of the class for three minutes, but when he finally did transform it was without any mistakes in the form of leftover human body parts. His best friend truly was an impressive sight and the Great Dane really matched him perfectly, with the long, lanky legs and the slightly befuddled look, he could clearly see the redhead in the animal.
When Ron had returned to his seat as well, Harry rose before his name was called, knowing that it was his turn next. As he passed his older mate he saw a mischievous gleam carefully hidden in those cool, silver eyes and knew that Lucius had a special plan for him.
"As Mr. Potter is a multimagus, I suggest that you think about an animal you wish to see him turn into and he will try to do so," his mate announced with a sadistic smirk tugging on his lips.
Draco's hand shot up immediately and Lucius gave him a sign to speak up. The sadistic grin was openly mirrored on his second mate's face and Draco drawled: "A white peacock."
Harry inwardly rolled his eyes at the suggestion, it was clearly meant as a harmless way of humiliation for his mate's piers.
He closed his eyes and tried to imagine the majestic, white birds he had seen outside of his mate's impressive manor and in the next moment, he felt the well-known feeling of his bones shifting until a small version of the peacock stood on the floor.
"Very well," Lucius said when he had eyed him intensely. "Another suggestion?"
Ron's hand was the next that shot up.
"A lion," his friend exclaimed and Lucius threw him a glare.
"Five points from Gryffindor for not being patient," his mate drawled but motioned for Harry to transform nonetheless.
He closed his eyes quickly, searched in his mind for the lion's cub, and transformed again.
The next suggestion came from Theodore Nott and he had to turn into a toad, or rather a tadpole as he could not manage anything else. His classmates looked around in confusion as he lay on the floor feeling small, utterly helpless and annoyed.
"Where is he?" Asked one of his classmates, it was Seamus he believed, but the ears of a tadpole were not very well developed.
Suddenly a pale hand with long, elegant fingers picked him up and showed him to the class.
"Mr. Potter is here," Lucius announced for all of them, and the Slytherins snickered loudly, obviously delighted at his predicament.
The snickering, however, was drowned out by another question: "Why can he only transform into baby animals?"
"That is Mr. Potter's personal information to entrust to you if he wishes to do so," his older mate said neutrally, and then addressed him directly:
"Mr. Potter, maybe you could grace us with the Slytherin's house mascot before returning to your seat?"
Harry thought for a moment, grinned inwardly and swiftly turned into a green mamba; the snake on the house emblem of Slytherin was green after all. A few screams could be heard from those who recognized the poisonous serpent he had chosen.
Lucius said nothing and instead placed him on the floor, from where he slithered into the direction of a group of Slytherins, who all jumped on top of their chairs, while Dean and Seamus next to them only snickered.
"That's enough, Mr. Potter," his older mate reprimanded him, and with a disappointed hiss, Harry turned back and removed the dirt from his school uniform.
The bell announced the end of the lesson even before he had reached his table, and Lucius said loudly:
"We will continue this in our next class, no homework today."
Ron and Hermione had already packed their things and were waiting for him next to the door; he caught up with them, and with a last glance at his older mate, followed them to their Transfiguration classroom.
"Today we will start with our Magical Artefacts; Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick will both be there for Transfigurations," Hermione told him excitedly as they walked down the corridors.
Harry perked up at her words; Magical Artefacts were one of the few really interesting topics he had since his participation in the Knowledge Ritual and the Inherent Knowledge of Malfoy Manor.
"Awesome," he grinned. "Do you already have an idea of what you would like to invent?"
Hermione nodded excitedly. "It's nothing really new, but they are rare and really expensive, so I would like to try and create my own."
"Mione, do you realize that we still don't know what you are talking about?" Ron huffed.
They entered the corridor where the Transfiguration classroom was located and Hermione answered: "A two-way mirror."
"A what?" Harry asked; he had never heard of anything like it.
"It's a set of mirrors, you give one of them to a friend and you can speak and even see them whenever you like; I want to give one to my parents for Christmas, they always miss me," Hermione explained.
"That sounds really useful," Harry mused, his mind wandering to what he could try and create, maybe something his mates could use? The problem with that idea was that his mates already possessed everything their hearts desired.
They arrived at the classroom door, which was already opened, so they went inside and took their usual seats.
McGonagall and Flitwick were indeed both already waiting for them and preparing some boxes with contents Harry could not see from where he sat.
The class filled quickly and only five minutes later Professor McGonagall closed the door with a flick of her wand and began the lesson.
"As I had announced in our class yesterday, you will now start working on your own artefacts. True artefacts are very hard to construct, so you should not try and invent something that is out of your league; that will only bring you to get a bad mark for an unfinished assignment. Who can once again tell me what makes a Magical Artefact special and so hard to construct?"
Hermione's hand of course shot up immediately, but apparently Harry's second mate had raised his hand as well, because McGonagall said, "Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"
"A Magical Artefact works without the injection of magic and therefore it has to be filled with a very high amount of power during its construction. Of course, the needed amount of magic grows with the difficulty of the task it is supposed to fulfil," Draco answered in his clear voice.
"Correct, ten points to Slytherin," McGonagall said and continued with her explanation:
"First you all need to consider the fact that you can theoretically use any object for your purpose, you simply have to transform it into what you need. It is of course, easier to use an already existing pair of boots if you want to charm them to always tie by themselves, but a Magical Artefact grows stronger if you use some part of yourself, like a hair, or maybe even a part of a magical creature."
"When this first step of transfiguring is finished," Professor Flitwick piped in, taking over the explanation, "the charming of the object will begin, that is why I am here as well."
"We have brought you a couple of possible objects as basics, but you should still consider adding something personal as well," McGonagall continued once more.
Harry leaned over to Ron, his eyes still fixed on the two Professors and whispered: "Is it only me or do they remind you strongly of your twin brothers as well?"
His friend snorted but nodded. "Yeah, I thought that too," he whispered back.
Harry jolted when suddenly a cardboard box appeared in front of him and he quickly concentrated back on the lecture.
"You will keep your objects in this box till the project is complete. Those boxes have your names written on them, so that no confusion can occur," McGonagall said. "For those of you who still don't know what artefact you wish to create, it might be a good idea to think of a problem you are confronted with regularly. Or maybe you have a family member who always struggles with one task or another; now begin," Harry's Head of House ordered them, and shuffling sounds started to fill the room as the students around him rose to their feet and walked to the front. He as well stood up, hoping that some of the items would give him an idea of what he could do. The boxes contained everything from stones and twigs to old buttons and butterbeer caps; nothing gave him any inspiration.
With a sigh, he decided to return to his seat and think about a problem he or maybe his mates regularly had. As he turned around, he saw Draco pull a silver coin from his trouser pocket and placing it into his box; apparently his mate already had an idea.
Ron was working as well; it seemed as if Harry was the only one without an idea.
Sitting back down, he closed his eyes and tried to relax. Relaxing helped him think, he had found that out since his animagus training. The sounds of his friends and classmates faded into nothingness and he finally could start thinking about the task at hand.
He decided that he wanted to create something his mates and maybe even his father could use; he had found Hermione's idea of giving an artefact as a present to someone you loved a good one, and wanted to do the same thing. It only left him with the problem of what to actually construct.
Did his mates or his father have any problems? All three men were filthy rich, even though no one would ever guess that Severus Snape could actually bathe in gold as well. While his father was fairly immaterial, his mates truly had more clothes, jewellery, and books than a person could ever need. He was fairly sure that they even owned their own collection of Magical Artefacts.
Of course, there was the obvious problem of their body temperature, which only...
Harry's eyes flew wide open; he finally knew what his artefact should be able to do. But what about HIM was warming his mates and father? Was it his blood or his magic?
In the end, it probably wouldn't matter as his magic ran through his blood.
But which form should it take? Maybe a charm for a necklace, or would that be too girlish? It truly didn't matter right now, because first he needed to convince McGonagall to let him work on his project somewhere else, because he could not work with his blood near Draco or it would most likely end in a disaster.
Glancing over to the blonde, he saw Draco scowling down at his wand. He knew that it wasn't Draco's true wand. It was only a borrowed one from one of his ancestors because his old wand had most likely been destroyed by Voldemort, but the piece of wood clearly gave him some trouble. He wished he could help his mate with that as well, or to be more precise, both his mates and father. Since their transformation into vampires, they all seemed to have trouble with their wands, even though Lucius and Severus could hide it much better than Draco. Harry himself only had no problems because he was using the Elder Wand, which could match any wizard and had been created by one of his ancestors.
Standing up, he took his box and went over to Professor McGonagall. Sitting in his seat and doing nothing would not help him create anything. His friends threw him a questioning look, but he only mouthed "Later," and came to a halt in front of the two Professors.
"How can I help you, Mr. Potter. I see you have not yet started," his Head of House asked him with a questioning expression.
"I... wanted to ask you if I could go somewhere else to work on my project. I do not yet have complete control of my new wand yet while working with it," he explained quickly.
McGonagall gave him a second long look, before turning to Flitwick.
"One of us could check up on Mr. Potter periodically?" She asked the little wizard who thankfully nodded and squeaked:
"Of course, Minerva."
"Very well, Mr. Potter, you may go into my office, but please refrain from touching any documents," his Head of the House told him and nodded into the direction of her office door.
Harry thanked her quickly and left the classroom.
The office looked just as he remembered it, with the stone floor and the Gryffindor tapestry on one wall while a Pipe Bag hung behind the huge desk.
He put his box down on the table and sat behind it, before returning his thoughts to his assignment; the thought of the wands wouldn't leave his mind.
Why shouldn't he be able to create wands? His Elder Wand had been created as well and if Dumbledore was right, then he should even be powerful enough. Maybe he could even kill two birds with one stone and use his blood for the wands?
Coming to a decision, he pulled his wand out, transfigured the paper box into one made from plastic and conjured a knife; he would try it, but for a wand he still needed a core. Best would be some different body part of his, something powerful, like Ollivander used.
What did the old wizard use for the core of his wands again? Feathers, tail hairs, and heart strings.
The words of a spell suddenly echoed through his head, like the knowledge he had gained so quickly since the summer often tended to do when it was needed. It was a dark spell, meant to pull the most useful part of a creature from its body, it would be painful, but he would be able to survive it.
Glancing over at the office door, he quickly warded the room against the detection of Dark Magic before one of his Professors could come and check on him.
Gritting his teeth together, he concentrated on the number of pieces he would need, and what the purpose he intended to use them for was, before muttering the Latin incantation.
He felt his own magic rush to him like a detection spell, but only a moment later he nearly blacked out as pain ripped his chest open. With all his willpower Harry forced himself to stay conscious and pulled his wand from where he had tipped it against his sternum. Three muscle like strings clung to the end of his wand, like flashy memories. He quickly put them into the box and closed his eyes, breathing deeply until his body had healed itself and the pain had ebbed away. When he felt ready to continue, he opened his eyes again and looked down at the three pieces in the box. He couldn't know for sure, but he had the feeling that they were heartstrings.
Taking the dagger he had conjured earlier, he cut his left wrist and held the open wound above the box and grabbed his wand again as he watched his blood trickle into the container. He started with the incantation for the artefact transfiguration and concentrated on what he wanted to achieve. His magic started to build up inside of him until it had risen so far that it left his body to crackle like lightning in the air. The blood inside the box started to bubble as if it was boiling and he repeated the incantation a second time. Even more magic left his body and he watched as his blood separated into three equal portions. The heart strings separated as well and each one of them shifted to one of the pools of blood. As he started repeating the incantation for the third time, the blood moved closer to the pieces of heartstring and enclosed them completely, and then the blood seemed to dry and to harden.
Harry changed to the second incantation for the charm that would let his magic flow into the forming wands and enclosed it there. His magic spiked a third time, now forming a whirlwind of raw power around him, but he barely realized it as he concentrated on what he wanted to achieve.
The office door behind him opened and he heard McGonagall gasp, but he ignored her and as his magic spiked one last time and the straight sticks of blood inside the box transformed into true wands with an elegant handle, his Head of House had to close the door again and ward it from the outside.
The wands started to glow and Harry could practically feel how they absorbed his magic like dry sponges, but he kept pushing himself, he wanted the wands to become perfect.
Finally, the artefacts couldn't absorb any more of his energy and he pulled his own wand away, ending the spell. Around him, his magic was still swirling and he finally noticed the state that his Professor's office was in:
Papers, quills and even small objects had flown through the air, picked up by the powerful maelstrom of his magic.
Wincing, he stood up and started to mutter a spell to take care of the mess, but McGonagall and Flitwick came bursting inside. His Head of House was by his side with two long steps and took his wand from his weak grasp; he was so tired, he clearly had exhausted himself.
"Mr. Potter, what in Merlin's name have you done?" She snapped and glared down at him.
"They are finished," Harry merely replied with a weak, but very happy smile; the wands would do a good job, he could just feel it.
"What is finished? You can't possibly mean your project?" McGonagall asked, now sounding more baffled than angry.
Nodding, Harry gestured over to the box where the three wands lay.
Flitwick went over and picked one of the wands up, but immediately let go of it with a soft squeak.
"Mr. Potter, what did you do? Are those wands?" McGonagall asked and went over to the box as well, before pulling her own out and muttering a spell, making two words appear in golden letters above the box:
Vampire Blood.
Vampire Heart String.
His Head of House gasped, but Harry's mind felt too sluggish to realize that the witch was close to discovering his secrets.
"What is the meaning of this? Where did you get the blood and the Heart Strings? They are prescribed ingredients. I hope you do not intend on giving them to someone."
Harry finally stiffened, but he had to give her an answer now, and with Professor McGonagall a lie wouldn't do the trick. Closing his eyes and hoping that Dumbledore would speak with her and Flitwick again later, he said:
"They are for my mates and my father, and the ingredients all came from my own body."
"Your mates?" Professor Flitwick piped up, while McGonagall only stared at him as if he was telling a bad joke.
"Mr. Potter, are you trying to tell me, that vampires live amongst the student body right now? And that you are... one of them?"
"Yes, but we are not dangerous because we are soulmates and can only drink from each other and Albus already knows. I can't tell you more, it would be too dangerous," he told his Professors who nodded in understanding.
"You are right, Mr. Potter," Flitwick agreed, "the Dark Lord can never find out that you have soulmates."
"And Severus?" Asked McGonagall.
"He is a vampire as well, but because he is my dad I am able to feed him," he explained.
"Very well, I will trust you and not ask any more questions Mr. Potter, although I have to say I am quite shocked," his Head of House said and walked over to the box again, examining the three wands from afar.
"I think this is nothing less than an O, or what do you think, Filius?” she asked and Harry could see that a small, but very proud smile had sneaked onto her lips.
"Certainly, I have no doubt that they will work. When do you intend on giving them to your father and mates?" the small Professor questioned.
"This Christmas," Harry grinned and suddenly all his tiredness and exhaustion was forgotten; he had done it, he had created three powerful wands for the most important people in his life besides Ron and Hermione, and the wands would be able to keep the cold away from Lucius, Draco, and his dad.
"I would suggest that you use the next few lessons to also transfigure three gift boxes for those wands," McGonagall said with a smirk that Harry had never seen on her face before.
He watched the two Professors return to the classroom, before going over to the wands and picking one up. For some reason he could feel which wand was meant for which person; they seemed to echo with the wish to connect with the magic of the person they were meant to serve. The one he was holding right now was the one for his father. All three wands looked identical. The material was of a very dark red, nearly black like dried blood logically, and they were slim, long and ended in an elegant handle. Turning the wand in his fingers, he noticed that a word was engraved in the dark surface and he squinted his eyes. There, just above the handle was the word ‘Always’ , written in his own scratchy handwriting. He grimaced; couldn't his magic have used a more elegant handwriting? Like one of his mates’, or even Dumbledore’s?
Sighing, he pocketed the three wands, making sure to secure them in his inner waistcoat pocket before leaving the office again.
In the classroom, the other students were already clearing their tables. He saw Draco putting two more silver coins into his box before closing it with the lid and sending it to a cupboard where they would be stored until the next lesson.
He joined his friends; both had already packed their things as well.
"Hey Harry, what did you do in there?" Ron asked him as soon as he had sat down next to him.
"I... was just working on my project," he told his friend with a sheepish shrug, knowing that neither Ron nor Hermione would be satisfied with that answer.
"And, what have you chosen?" Hermione asked, just like he had known she would.
Glancing quickly over to his mate, he grabbed Hermione's quill, ripped a piece of parchment from an empty scroll of hers, and wrote down:
New wands for my dad and my mate.
His friends bent over the message and Hermione drew in a surprised breath.
"But Harry, that... that will be too difficult, even for you!"
"Yeah, man, that's bonkers!" Ron agreed with a shake of his head.
Smirking, Harry only patted his breast pocket. "I already did it and McGonagall and Flitwick are sure that they will work; they gave me an O."
"You are already finished?" Hermione shrieked, making some students look up.
"Yep, but keep it down, I told you Malfoy knows my mate and I don't want anything to spread, I want it to be a Christmas present," he hushed her.
Hermione blushed and quickly nodded.
They were interrupted by the sound of chairs scratching over the floor and realized that they had been dismissed.
"So Harry, what do you think about relaxing in your whirlpool while Ron suffers in Divination?" Hermione suggested as they left the classroom; it was clear that she finally wanted to speak to him without their redheaded friend and find out what good things had happened between yesterday around lunchtime and this morning.
"Sure," he smiled back, linking his arm with hers.
From behind him rose a low, threatening growl and he quickly separated from Hermione again; he would have to explain his close relationship with his friends as soon as possible. He knew that Draco would probably have tried to stop him from his date with his friend, but the blonde boy had classes now.
It somehow made him feel slightly guilty, but when he had first been mated to Lucius he had already promised himself that his new relationships would not influence his friendships and he stood by that decision. Ron and Hermione were like siblings to him, they had been his family even before he had gotten to know the rest of the Weasley-clan and Severus.
They left Ron, who went into the Great Hall to eat first, and went directly back to his tower.
They found Nagini once again in the hot water, but she curled her huge body together as soon as she saw them and then closed her eyes again.
"I would never have thought that I would one day get used to bathing with a snake," Hermione snickered and transformed her school robes into a bikini.
"Me neither," Harry agreed and quickly transfigured his clothes as well, before following Hermione, who had already lowered herself into the water.
It truly was annoying sometimes that he could no longer discern between the sensations of warmth and cold anymore, but he still closed his eyes and relaxed for a few minutes while he waited for his friend to start the conversation. He didn't have to wait long:
"So Harry, something good has happened? With your mates?"
"Yes," he confessed and felt a flush rise to his cheeks.
"I knew it!" Hermione exclaimed. "You are so happy today; it could only have been caused by your mates. Did you come to an understanding with your second mate?"
Harry sighed, this was all so complicated, especially as long as he couldn't tell the whole truth, but he nodded and tried his best to explain:
"I told you last time that he would come to his senses because he... would need me, right?"
"You did," Hermione affirmed and he continued.
"Well, he snapped yesterday and... kind of attacked me, but my other mate showed up and pulled him away, and when he came to his senses, he was so shocked that he apologized and we started to talk..." he told her, hoping that his explanation didn't sound too confusing or too lame.
"Both of your mates were at Hogwarts yesterday?" Hermione asked with huge eyes and Harry cursed himself silently at his slip up, but quickly came up with an excuse:
"Yeah, I had a date with my first mate, so I knew that he would show up, but that my other mate showed up as well was pure coincidence, but I think it was good. I was really shocked afterwards; they are both so much taller and stronger, even my second mate, despite the fact that he is younger than the first."
Hermione was silent for a moment and Harry could see that she was thinking about what he had told her just now, but when she spoke up again, she had a small, happy smile on her face.
"I think it had to end like that, ignoring one's instincts can't end well, but in the end everything turned out well and now you three can finally work together on your relationship. I am so happy for you!" She smiled brightly and gave him a quick hug, before asking:
"Do you still want to wait about telling Ron until you have turned seventeen?"
Harry sighed again; Hermione had a gift for always asking the most complicated questions. Truth to be told, he knew that Ron was getting suspicious and annoyed with his and Hermione's secretiveness, but he first had to straighten some things out with his mates and then initiate Draco into the Order, so that at least no one could accidentally blurt out something about the blonde.
"No, but I need a bit more time. My mates and I have only started to discuss our relationship, it is not easy to set boundaries for a relationship with three people and a lot has happened in the last two month between me and my second mate, we need to clear that all up first, but maybe I could use the Christmas holidays to introduce them; Padfoot will want to meet them as well," he said with a wince, the meeting between the two Malfoy’s and Sirius would not end well, Sirius would probably try to castrate them for having dared to touch him; the man just couldn't trust a Malfoy, not even as a mere Order Member.
"I will help you when you tell them," Hermione promised and then asked: "So, how is it having a relationship in a threesome?"
Harry flushed, but he truly couldn't say a lot about it yet.
"I don't know, really. We only started talking yesterday and before that, we practically never met as a threesome," he told her, thinking that the few times when Lucius had scolded them or had signed their mating contract did not really count. Not even the one time they had gone to Malfoy Manor last week could honestly be counted; Draco had not talked with him much and always stayed behind a bit.
"Last night we shared a bed for the first time, but nothing happened and I wouldn't have wanted it to. My older mate took me in his arms and I held the hands of my other mate the whole night," he told her musingly, evoking a soft smile on his friends face.
"Well, when you know how a threesome works, you have to tell me," she snickered.
Harry faked horror and said with huge innocent eyes: "Never let Ron find out that you know the word threesome."
"I honestly don't understand how Ron could turn out to be so prudish with his five brothers. I mean, the wizarding world can be a bit old fashioned, at least I think they like to pretend to be old fashioned in public, but Ron should have heard enough from his brothers."
"He should, and you are right. My mates are both Purebloods and they are anything but innocent," Harry told her, his eyes fixed on Nagini who was still sleeping across from them.
"Does your father know your mates?"
He looked up again and blinked at his friend. "Yeah, he knows them."
"And, does he like them?" Hermione prodded with a serious expression.
"Well, he normally likes both of them, but with the chaos we experienced in the last eight weeks, I think he wasn't that thrilled about them," he said musingly, before deciding that they needed a slight change of topic. Stretching his right hand out, he summoned the three wands he had created. They flew over from where he had placed them on one of the benches and landed in his hands. Hermione gasped as she saw the three items and stretched out her hand automatically, but stopped.
"Can I take a look at one?" She asked, biting excitedly on her bottom lip like she tended to do when she was especially interested in something.
"You can, but neither Flitwick nor McGonagall wanted to touch them," he warned her, but of course it didn't stop the witch. She picked up the one for Draco and gasped again, but she didn't let go of the wand even though her hand was shaking.
"I... can feel your magic... It's... so powerful!" She whispered in awe and turned the wand around.
"Can you differentiate between them?"
Nodding, Harry pointed at the wand she was holding and said: "That is the one for my second mate," he shifted his finger to point at the wand that lay closer to Hermione on his hand and added: "And this is the wand for dad."
"That's amazing, how do you do that?" Hermione asked with wide eyes.
"I can feel to which signature they want to connect. They are different, even though I used the same materials for all three of them," he explained and took Draco's wand, which Hermione was handing back to him, before sending them all back to the bench.
Soft footsteps came from the hallway and Harry turned his head, he recognized them of course, even though they were not yet as familiar as Lucius’.
"I am afraid we have to end our bathing session now," he sighed, but silently he couldn't wait to spend time with his mates, even though they would only continue their conversation from yesterday, and it would probably not stay especially pleasant.
Hermione gave him a questioning look, but in that moment Draco already called out:
"Potter, are you here? Dumbledore wants to see us!"
The part about Dumbledore was definitively an excuse, but Harry answered nonetheless.
"I am here, Malfoy!" he shouted back and heard the footsteps turning. Draco appeared in the door only a second later, his arms crossed and sneering.
"Lazing about again, Potter? Move your bony arse, I still have better things to do today than wait for you and go on errands for the crazy old fool that calls himself a Headmaster." Harry threw his mate a fake glare, not able to voice any insults and lifted himself out of the pool.
"I guess I will take my leave then," Hermione said, dried herself with a drying spell and returned her school uniform back to normal. Harry quickly did the same, but he also conjured a towel which he ‘accidentally’ placed over the three wands that still laid in plain sight. Draco meanwhile stood still in the doorframe and eyed their every movement, the first thing he would do when Hermione was gone would be to explain things to the boy.
"Well, we will see you tomorrow, Harry," Hermione said with a weak smile and waved at him, before pushing her way past Draco and disappearing. Draco followed her departure with narrowed eyes but said nothing.
"Is Lucius already here as well?" Harry asked when he was back in his normal clothes to distract his mate from his anger towards his friends.
"He is waiting in your living room," Draco replied and finally turned his head back to him.
"Then let's join him," Harry said and took the towel with the wands. "I just have to throw that into the hamper," he told his mate and left the bathroom to make his way quickly into Gryffindor's room where he intended to hide the wands.
The room was dark when he entered, as no fire was lit in the hearth, but he didn't mind. Making his way over to the cupboard, he opened the lower drawer and took the wands from the towel before hiding them in the very back. He then stood up, opened the cupboard doors, took a few pairs of his school uniforms and placed them on top of the wands. Content with the makeshift hiding place he closed the drawer and the door again and turned around, only to see a pile of different clothes laying on the bed across from him. Remembering the order to buy traditional robes he had given Oscar, he went over and scanned the outfits. It wasn't that many, but at least five or so. Thinking that he could start with his mission to find out which clothes Draco would like on him today, he picked the top robe up and went into the bathroom.
The robe was of the same cut Dumbledore favoured, but luckily not as colourful. He stripped out of his waistcoat, his button-down, his tights, short and boots, and pulled the rather thick, dark blue and gray robe over his head.
Turning to the mirror, he decided that the robe made him somehow look even smaller, but it at least hid his skinny frame, now he only needed fitting boots, because the ones he had been wearing would certainly not match.
Sighing, he transfigured his high-heel boots into a plain pair of flat, gray ankle boots and slipped inside. The ankle boots felt very odd after having gotten used to the other pair and it made him lose some inches as well, but if Draco would like him in this outfit it would be worth it, then he would only need to change between one style and the other every other day to satisfy both his mates.
"Harry?" Lucius called and he quickly left the bathroom.
"I’m coming!" He shouted and entered the living room a moment later. Lucius had sat down on the sofa this time, maybe because his father was still in class and couldn't be by his side during the conversation, while Draco sat once again in his usual armchair. They both looked up when he entered and gave him an odd look; apparently neither of them liked this particular robe. Ignoring his disappointment, he walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Lucius, but with a polite space between them. Draco sat stiffly and he knew enough about Malfoy’s by now to realize that he was nervous. He gave him a small smile, intending to start the conversation, but Draco spoke up first.
"Harry, could you explain your relationship with your friends, especially Hermione Granger, a bit to me? You seem very close and although I know I should not make demands in my current position, I still think that we all should consider our other mate's feelings and keep a polite distance to the other sex."
Harry flushed, but was glad that they would finally talk about it.
"Ron and Hermione are like family to me, they are my siblings..." he started hesitatingly. His eyes lowered automatically to watch his hands which were clasping each other in an attempt to channel his nervousness.
"My home life has been... bad," he continued and Draco gave him a curt nod.
"Father mentioned it yesterday," the blonde teen said but didn't elaborate.
"My uncle and my aunt, they hated me for having magic, for being abnormal... a freak. My cousin made sure that no potential friends ever dared to stay friends with me, they were all too afraid of him, and most of the time I was locked away regardless, so Ron and Hermione were my first friends. They were the first people after Hagrid who gave me presents and they were the first people who listened to me. In the holidays before our second year, Ron and his twin brothers even rescued me from Privet Drive when I didn't answer their letters. Well, that had actually been your family's House Elf who had stolen my post, but even if the letters had arrived, I wouldn't have been able to answer because uncle Vernon always locked my things away and Hedwig wasn't allowed to fly either."
Looking up he saw that a slight pink dusting had crept up Draco's neck, probably because of his mentioning of Dobby.
"Our friendship grew stronger from our first train ride and they have been by my side through everything, at least nearly. They didn't even judge me when I announced that I planned on taking over the Order," he ended silently and waited for Draco to say something, but the blonde was only frowning and looking deeply in thought right now. Lucius took his right hand and squeezed it lightly and gave him a small smile; the man always knew when he needed reassurance.
"And why are you so cozy with Granger? I could understand your explanation if Weasel had been there as well, but you often meet alone with Granger as well," Draco finally said, his face a hard mask.
Shrugging, Harry said: "I needed to talk to somebody about what was going on in my life, even if I could not tell them much, but Ron isn't the type for those conversations, he says its girls stuff."
Draco wrinkled his nose, if it was in agreement or just because they were talking about Ron, Harry couldn't say.
"Draco," Lucius spoke up for the first time. "Your instincts have yet to develop and they will do so as soon as you start drinking blood from Harry, but I can assure you that the relationship between the three is purely platonic. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger might have an interest in each other, but not in Harry."
"How can you be so sure, father?" Draco asked and turned his ice blue eyes on him.
"I can smell it, and you will be able to as well. Until then, I would suggest that Harry not invite his friends to a pool party and you try to be understanding," Lucius answered and gave Harry and Draco a pointed look.
Harry nodded, he could understand where Draco came from; he had felt the same as he had seen his younger mate with Pansy and Daphne.
"Very well," Draco agreed and then asked: "And what is it with Severus? You spent the last couple of nights with him and even took his blood. I can be understanding about your friends, but Severus is a strong man, a dominant so to speak, and he is neither married nor mated or interested in anybody. What you did could be viewed as unfaithfulness. Drinking blood is an intimate act; you should not do that with anyone besides father and myself."
Harry recoiled at the angry tone in Draco's voice and his furious expression. He scooted closer to Lucius who instantly took him onto his lap and started to rub his back soothingly.
"Hush Harry, just tell him," Lucius said and took one of his hands again, while the other continued with the soothing rubbing.
Harry needed a moment to find the courage to meet Draco's eyes again and he couldn't banish the tremor from his voice as he mumbled:
"Severus... he... he is my father."
Draco's face fell and for a few seconds, his mate only blinked stupidly at him. "My godfather is your...?... but James Potter...?"
Shaking his head hastily, Harry quickly explained: "My mom and Severus were friends even before they went to Hogwarts and they later even started going out, but one day my parents had a huge argument and Severus was so angry that he joined Lord Voldemort. My mom noticed that she was pregnant a couple of weeks later and went for help to her cousin, James."
"You mean your mom was one of those rare squib descendants?" Draco asked; his eyes had gone wide.
"Yes, in terms of magic she was the daughter of Charles Antonius Potter and Natalia Maria Hufflepuff."
"Is that the reason why Dumbledore allows you to stay in these rooms? Because you are related to two of the Founders?" Draco asked and the frown returned to his angelic face.
"No... not really," Harry blushed and fought the urge to hide in Lucius’ robes; he always felt so embarrassed when the conversation turned to his bloodline, his wealth or his fame.
"Dumbledore, with as much power as he has over this castle cannot allow someone to stay in these rooms, Draco," Lucius continued for him when the man noticed that he would not get anything out right now. "These quarters can only be inherited by the rightful Heir to Hogwarts."
"But Hogwarts can only be inherited by a person who is related to all four of..." Draco started to argue, but then realization dawned on him and his eyes widened.
"Harry?" he asked, wanting to hear an affirmation or some kind of explanation.
Looking up from where he had pressed his face in the folds of Lucius’ robes again, Harry gave Draco a weak smile. "Dad is related to Slytherin and Ravenclaw," he explained weakly.
"So you told the truth when you said that Parseltongue was your own ability?" Draco questioned.
"Yes," Harry merely answered, not knowing what else there was to say about it and he wanted the conversation to return to his father. Biting on his lower lip, he fidgeted once before asking: "Can I... Can I still sleep over at daddy's place sometimes?" His heart missed a beat when he saw Draco's eyes soften for the first time since they had all sat down together.
"Of course you can still visit him," Draco said and Lucius let out a huge sigh behind him.
"Now, that this is taken care of, I wish to give you this Draco," Lucius said and pulled a small box from one of his pockets. He pushed Harry carefully from his lap and leaned over to place the box on the coffee table in front of his son.
Harry leaned forwards as well to get a better view. The box looked like an elegant jewellery box, crafted from silver and decorated with emeralds, the Malfoy crest was engraved on its lid and it looked immensely old. His second mate was staring at the box as if he could not believe what he was seeing, and Harry had the feeling that the box contained an important family heirloom.
"Draco," continued Lucius and his voice resonated with the importance of the moment.
"I think you know the story about the two twin brothers who both inherited the position of the Head of our family."
Draco nodded but said nothing and Harry simply continued to watch father and son, knowing that this was something just between the two of them.
"A second family ring had been manufactured back then and I want to give it to you," Lucius explained, but when Draco only gave him a questioning look, he continued: "We are father and son and thus I am right now the only Head of the family, but we also are equal mates now and I want you to wear this ring as sign of our equality. Today at midnight you will become an official Head to the Malfoy line as well, I filled out all the necessary documents at Gringotts and when we continue to discuss the terms of our relationship with Harry, I want you to remember that we are now equal and that you have the same rights as I have." Lucius paused, but neither Harry nor Draco dared to speak as it was clear that their mate was not yet finished.
"Draco, you are an adult, you do not need a father anymore, but we all need our mates. I will always be there for you, but our relationship has to change."
Draco took the jewellery box carefully, opened it, and Harry could see that it indeed contained a ring that looked exactly like the one his older mate was wearing. He, of course, did not know much about family honour, or what it meant for Draco to be given this ring, but his second mate's hands were slightly shaking as he took the signet ring from the box and put it on his right middle finger.
"Thank you, father," Draco said looked Lucius in the eyes, who gave a curt nod, before gesturing at Harry. "I think you two should clear out some more things as well before we begin to discuss the shape of our relationship."
Harry picked the diary up which he had placed on the coffee table last night and laid it down in his lap. He had no idea what he should say. Draco had gone through a lot because of him and he was glad that he finally understood his mate better and that the blonde had entrusted him with his secrets. Finally, he said the only thing he could think off:
"I am so sorry, Draco, I never knew..."
"Would you tell me, what I did wrong during our first meeting?" Draco asked and put his elbows on his knees to support himself.
Thinking about it now, his reasons for rejecting Draco sounded so ridiculous and insignificant, but he still nodded. "You just reminded me of my cousin; he also always thought that he was better than me..."
"But I did not think that I was better than you," Draco interjected, but Harry only said:
"But you thought you were the best."
He saw that his mate had no response to that and quickly added: "I think we were both young back then and made many mistakes. We came from opposite worlds and were not ready to listen to the other. But I am still very thankful for what you had done for me, especially in our Second Year."
"What did you do for Harry in your Second Year Draco?" Lucius asked and Draco paled a little.
"I gave the diary I was supposed to smuggle into his things to the Weaslette instead," Draco said and despite his paleness, his voice was strong and unwavering.
Lucius sighed. "I guess it was good that you did not follow my orders," he said while Harry frowned. Apparently, Lucius did not know about Draco's infatuation with him, but they were mates and should not have any secrets from each other, or one would start to feel left out.
"Um... Draco? How much does your father know about this?" He asked his younger mate and gestured down to the book.
"Not much, maybe even nothing at all," Draco answered. "Why?"
"Because I think he should know as well. I mean, we are mates and we will spend our whole lives together, which hopefully will be a very long time; it shouldn't start with secrets."
Draco didn't look particularly happy with his suggestion, but nodded and turned once more to his father:
"You remember when I was thirteen and started to have dreams?"
"Yes, you were quite panicked," Lucius drawled and lifted his trademark eyebrow.
"It was because of Harry. I met him at Madame Malkins a few days earlier and I instantly fell in love with him. I think I even noticed our soulbond back then."
Lucius sighed again. "I can imagine that Harry was not impressed with you. I needed a while to understand his point of view as well... it will come with time," the older Malfoy said.
Thinking that they could finally put the past behind them, Harry said:
"Maybe you two could talk about this better after Lucius had read the book?"
Lucius nodded in agreement. "You are right, Harry, we have more important things to discuss right now than the past."
"So... um..." he said, looking from Lucius to Draco and back again "What do you have in mind?"
"Father and I could divide our time with you," Draco suggested and Harry felt his heart sink. He didn't want two relationships; that would only feel like he was having a secret affair, he wanted one with both his mates.
"I do not think that our bond is meant to be lived separately," Lucius luckily interjected. "We all are soulmates, not only you and Harry and I and Harry, we are mates as well; the only difference is that it is not as noticeable and I don't think that Harry would ever be happy with that solution."
"So, a threesome?" Draco asked, lifting both of his eyebrows and Harry quickly nodded in agreement. He glanced over to Draco, who said "very well," before noting:
"But the three of us are still at very different levels, so what do you suggest?"
To Harry's amazement, Lucius turned his silver eyes back to him and lifted an eyebrow questioningly.
It wasn't that he didn't know what he wanted, but his wish sounded too cruel to his own ears to be spoken out loud. He didn't want to hurt Draco or give him the feeling that he wanted to exclude him, but he also missed the closeness with Lucius. However, in the end he could only consider one of his mates in their current situation.
"Harry, just say what you want and Draco and I will then tell you if it will be possible or not," Lucius said softly, but Harry shook his head, he had the feeling he was already demanding too much from his dominants.
"You are the dominants, it's your right to decide about our future," he mumbled weakly, looking once again down at his nervously intertwined hands.
"Do you think father and I would force you into something you would not want?" Draco sneered, a glimpse of their old animosity coming through.
He quickly shook his head, not wanting to upset his mate any further. "No, of course not. It's just… I…" He bit his bottom lip; he did not yet feel comfortable enough around Draco to explain to him how weak his submissive instincts made him sometimes, how much he hated to make large decisions and how much he just wished that his mates would take all the burdens from him.
Suddenly a strong hand grasped his chin and forced his face to look up into hard, silver eyes.
"Harry, you will tell us how you want to proceed with our bond now!" Lucius ordered, giving him a way out without having to explain, he closed his eyes and nodded in relief. "I... want to date Draco and get to know him better, but I also want our closeness back. I want to sleep in your arms and kiss you goodnight and touch you, but I don't want to do that with Draco yet."
"Good," said Lucius and let go of his chin again. He was relieved when the expectant, silver gaze turned to Draco and requested a statement about the situation from him.
"I have to admit that it is hard to watch you and father, but I also can understand that you wish to be near him again. Maybe we could meet each other halfway?"
"Halfway?" Harry asked with a frown, not really understanding what his second mate wanted from him.
"I believe Draco means that you can sleep in my arms and we can kiss, but refrain from engaging in any more intimate actions."
That actually sounded like a fair solution. This way he could be near Lucius again and he would not hurt Draco's feelings too much.
"Okay," he agreed and scooted a bit closer to his first mate, who automatically laid an arm around his shoulders.
"It is rather late now and I suggest that we all head to bed," Lucius said and stood up.
When Harry rose as well he noticed how tired he already was. The day had been long and eventful and it had worn him out. The prospect of yet another night in his first mate's arms did the rest for his tired body. He stretched tiredly and watched Draco getting up as well.
"Do you want to go and get changed first Harry?"
Relieved by the offer Harry nodded and left the living room for their new bedroom. He sighed as his eyes landed on the door to his and Lucius' old bedroom; he had wanted to try another one of the outfits Oscar had bought for him, but he hadn't had the chance to change when Draco had appeared so suddenly. Making a mental note that he would at least try out one of the new robes tomorrow, he entered Ravenclaw’s room, summoned his pyjamas, Weasley-jumper and his bathrobe and entered the bathroom to change. Having worn his school robes for two days by now, he put them into the hamper, even though they didn't really get dirty anymore; but he felt better changing regularly, even if he did not sweat anymore.
When he stepped out of the small room again, he saw that his two mates had changed as well already and were waiting for him, sitting on the edge of the bed. Like last night, they both wore silk pyjamas; Lucius in black and Draco in dusty grey, clearly they were not used to so much clothing during the night and looked slightly uncomfortable, at least he thought so, it was always hard to tell with Malfoy’s.
He gave them a small smile before climbing into bed beside them. As if given a nonverbal order, both Draco and Lucius moved as well, taking their places left and right of him. Harry scooted closer to Lucius and lay down.
"Sleep well, Lucius, Draco," he said with a content smile and once more took Draco's hand.
Lucius laid an arm around his waist and said, "Good night," and relaxed behind him.
"Sleep well, Harry, father," Draco sighed and squeezed his hand softly.
Harry closed his eyes and relaxed as well. His instincts hummed silently as he felt his first dominants strong body behind him and his second dominants firm hold on his hand. It took him hardly a minute to drift off and fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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